Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Inside Out ❯ The Beginning ( Prologue )

A/N: All characters belong to me, as does the plot. This is just the prologue, and I figured I'd screw around a bit so that you could kind of get a hint of their relationship before the story. I hope you enjoy! It's my first piece of writing I've ever bothered to show anyone, so R&R ~!!

Rated: R
Content: Mild language, incest, mature theme


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"Hey-- what are you doing?"

The form of his older brother looms in the doorway, the light from the hall giving his body the effect of a silhouette.
The clock that glows in faint green numbers beside his bedside table tell him that it's 2 AM. As his brother advances and the door closes, Elias can tell that something is about to go very wrong. Sitting up from his previous position on his bed, Elias opens his mouth to speak but is silenced by a firm hand pressed against his mouth. His weight is pushed back effortlessly onto the mattress as his brothers own mass suspends itself above him, pinning him in place. Wriggling around frantically beneath Lucas, Elias makes an attempt to move his head away from his brothers silencing grip.

It works.

And then something warm, something soft, is placed in its stead. His lips.
He knows this is to prevent him from yelling. From waking their parents.
He has come here many times the last three months, long after everyone -except Elias, that is- has gone to sleep.
After it is safe to get up and creep across the hall, two doors down from the bathroom. Into his room. Onto his bed.
And take out his frustrations on him. The pinches and the bruises and the rough rocking of his hips against Elias's clothed bottom.
He could still see behind his lids, the dark, angry welts that lined his hips from where Lucas had held him so firmly.

But why is it so difficult to reject this kiss? Why is it so hard to turn his head away from his mouth? That mouth that is pressed so firmly against his own? Pride wins over the want, the need to be close to someone however, and he turns his head away. Able to breathe, Elias presses his palms against his brother's shoulders and gives a fierce push. It does not deter him when his brother doesn't even budge. He has always been stronger then him.

He has dreaded these meetings ever since they started three months prior. He doesn't know what caused his brother to do what he does, but all he knows is that he is the only one who makes him feel better. And as used as he is, as pathetic as he knows he is, Elias can't help but yield to his every touch, kiss and movement. Never before has he been in such close proximity with another person. Such ... intimate acts. It has always bothered him, for he knows that what they do, what Lucas does to him, is a sin.
Something that should never happen. But it does. And he knows and Lucas knows he knows it will continue.

Sitting back on Elias's hips, pale hands move along thighs clad in jeans before fingers pluck at the hem of a sweater. Lucas removes the snap on his belt and slides the material through the loops in his jeans. Writhing underneath him, Elias struggles to sit up. A palm placed squarely in the center of his chest stops him and pushes him back down. With a sigh, Lucas leans over him and wrenches his arms above his head with little effort.

"What are you doing?" he blurts, his voice a high, panicked whisper. His fingers flex as his wrists are tied together at the headboard and he gives a series of short, quick yanks in an attempt to free his bound appendages. To no avail, this leaves him vulnerable and with sore, leather-burned wrists. His brother only chuckles as he leans over Elias once more, and his mouth descends on his yet again. And this time, he is unable to turn away.

Their mouths mold together, tongues brushing, teeth biting. And all the while, Elias tries to wrench his wrists free.
The kissing and the squirming stop however, when cold hands push his t-shirt up over his abdomen, the material bunching up at his collar bone. Worry claims dominance on Elias's features as his brothers' hands move along his exposed sides. His body jerks involuntarily at the unfamiliar touch and the young boys mind begins to race. Kissing and rocking. That is all it has ever been.
Never before had his brother bound him, and never before has he been touched nor looked at with such an intensity.

"What are you---"

His sentence is cut off immediately, followed by a startled low whine as Lucas leans down and catches one of the boys nipples in his mouth. Tongue trailing slowly over the areola before repeatedly flicking the nub, Lucas lifts a hand to cover Elias's mouth.
Fingers working the opposing nipple, pinching and rubbing, Elias cannot control the tortured mewl that is elicited from his throat.
The warmth pooling inside his abdomen is something new. An oddly pleasant sensation.

His arms fight against the belt tied around his wrists.
This he does not like. He can't cover himself. He can't push Lucas away.

But does he want to?

Eyes greener then mandrake leaves glimmer in the moonlight filtering in through the window above his bed. A smirk is displayed along beautifully sculpted lips and to his horror, Elias is disappointed. Disappointed as the warmth leaves him.
Lucas leans forward and his lips brush his ear.

"You're a whore, Eli."

Hurt fills his chest at these unkind words, and Elias pushes back the tears that suddenly come swelling to the surface.

"I am not," he whispers.

Smirk developing into an amused grin, Lucas leans back and strips off his sweater. His broad shoulders are prominent, even in the shadows of his room and Elias grows self conscious. Six years between them. At the ages of fourteen and twenty, Elias knows that his brother will naturally have physically matured far more then he. For he himself has only barely begun the process of puberty. His narrow, thin body is nothing in comparison to the lean, muscular and toned form of his brothers.

"I'll have you begging for it, don't worry."

"Begging for what?"

Elias's sexual innocence must frustrate Lucas, because he leans forward once more and his left hand slips up the inside of the boys right thigh. Eyes widening drastically as Lucas cradles his growing erection with his hand, Elias's cheeks burn a deep red.
"Let go," he whispers, the nervous edge in his voice becoming apparent. "Let go, Lucas."
Moving his hand upwards, Lucas curls his fingers around Elias's member and he chuckles darkly.
"Make me."
This induces struggling on his part, thin arms pulling consistently at the stubborn belt, which holds his wrists adamantly above his head. His fingers flex and curl into fists, flex, curl, flex, curl. Biting his lip as Lucas increases the pressure on his groin, Elias lets out a pant before closing his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Lucas asks. The amusement laced with malice in his voice is frightening. If he doesn't open his eyes, he won't have to look at him. "What's wrong, Eli?"

"Aaaaaah."

Gritting his teeth, Elias turns his head and buries his face in his arm. He can't look at him.
Not when his hand has formed a steady rhythm, not when white spots dance in front of his eyes.
Not when he is so close. Close to what? He doesn't know. But the burning hot coil that grows tighter inside of him with every stroke feels too much to bear. Another whimper escapes his throat, and he bites down hard on his lower lip. He resists the urge to buck against his brothers' hand. He has heard of masturbating and he knows it is a normal thing. But he has never done it. Never felt it.
Out of shyness, embarrassment, he never could figure it out. All he knows is that this? This is a first.

"If you keep moaning like that, you'll wake up Mom and Dad."

The smirk is evident in his voice, and shame burns along Elias's cheeks.

Without warning, Lucas stops his minstrations and runs his fingers along the hem of Elias's pants. With a swift jerk, he pulls them down passed his hips, exposing his erection. Moving back, he pulls the pajama bottoms off of his legs along with his underwear.
Ignoring his younger brothers consistent murmurs and pleas of protest, he pushes the boys legs back and rests them on his shoulders. Totally and utterly unprepared for what happens next, Elias's back arches off the bed as Lucas takes him whole in his mouth. The warmth that surrounds his member is tantalizing, and the tongue, the tongue that darts out skillfully touching all of the most sensitive spots nearly send him over the edge.

This is not supposed to be happening.
He can taste copper, and he realizes that he has bitten through the first layer of skin on his lip.
He continues to bite, as his breath grows heavier, his chest rising with every quick, shallow inhale.
Closing his eyes, he can picture the coils inside of him. Burning so hot that they glow, wound tighter then he would have thought any coil could. Tightening even still, he knows something is coming. But he restrains himself; he keeps his mouth clamped shut.
Despite the fact that his lungs scream for deeper breaths, he knows that if he even so much as moves the contorted muscles in his face, he'll beg for it.

His fingers, which have fallen asleep, curl once again as he tries to focus his mind somewhere else. Anywhere else. Away from the mouth that is making him shudder, away from the cruel eyes of his brother, away from his weak, bound and useless body. Away from here.

But he cannot, and he knows that he has lost whatever game his brother has been playing for the last three months, when he lifts his head with the cruelest, most sadistic smile he has ever seen. Leaving him there, leavening him on the edge. He shakes his head frantically as his brothers chuckle sounds throughout the dark room. They both know what's coming next. They both know that Elias has lost.

"Say it."

His pride is already shattered, his mind knowing nothing. Nothing except the need to get rid of the ache that has become almost unbearably painful in his groin. Cheeks flaming, Elias forces his jaw to relax as he tilts his head back, closing his eyes. He doesn't want to see the look of satisfaction as he says it.

"Please.."

The low, guttural moan elicited by rough hands is cut off as lips descend upon the bleeding pair, and Elias feels every single muscle in his body relax. His form molding into the mattress as his brothers weight pushes him down, his wrists fall limp above him as the belt is removed.
Their breathing is ragged and a moment of silence is shared betwixt the couple, before Elias can no longer help himself. Lids parting, he looks up tiredly into the twisted smile that has crept into Lucas's eyes. He was right. He is a whore.

A/N: I updated this chapter, too. I re-read it and have fixed (hopefully) any spelling mistakes there were.