by Quin Perin
“Yeah, I don't know where the fuck you'll be tomorrow morning, but it's not going to be here,” I hissed at him. “I don't want to see you.”
“Yes, you do,” Sem said.
“I’ll lock you out.”
“You gave me a key so I could get in when you’re in class. You can’t lock me out.”
“I’ll put a chair in front of the door.”
“That’s a fire hazard.”
“I fucking hate you. Fucking asshole.” Beep! I shut him off before he could say another word and then turned my phone off completely. I missed him so much it fucking hurt and made me furious at the same time. Three hours later I was still fuming. I’d briefly considered going out to one of the clubs and finding someone else to bring home. I could record it and send to Sem as a fuck you for ruining my night. I didn’t feel like getting dressed though and being angry for so long was starting to turn into exhaustion.
I couldn't be bothered to go out and do anything else but sulk in my apartment. It was going to be an early night, and when Sem arrived the next morning, I was going to punch him in the fucking dick for disappointing me. I'd been so excited to see him again. It had been ages, and I wanted him in my bed, wanted him in me. And he had ruined it.
—Sem
I grinned down at my phone. Gotcha. I loved making Nate angry. He was cute when he was all revved up, huffing out breaths and snapping at me. It had always intrigued me when Nate didn’t want me or said he didn’t. After all, this had been how we’d ended up together. I scrubbed the towel over my stomach and tossed my phone onto the bed in my hotel room. I had actually landed a couple of hours ago and checked into a hotel close to where he lived on campus. Sneaky as I was, I had booked an earlier flight to get some sleep and take a shower before heading over.
I wanted to surprise him. Make him squirm and gasp under my weight. When I mounted him. Fucked him until all the air was knocked from his lungs. I got ready with a simple t-shirt and a pair of comfortable jeans. It was past midnight when I got into the car I'd rented to get to the hotel from the airport. The street he lived on was quiet. High class, clean, no one lingering around. Father had bought the apartment Nate lived in. That spoiled brat. I parked my car in front of the building and peered up. The lights of his place were off, and he hadn't been online for a good hour.
Perfect.
I used my key to unlock the front door of the building and then quietly climbed the stairs. No light, just the moonlight shining through the windows in the hallway. I knew every turn, every step. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this excited.
I let the key turn in the lock, pushing the door open without a sound. Shoes off, socks off. I palmed my cock through my jeans, squeezing it tightly because the mere thought of climbing on top of Nate in the middle of the night made me hard as fuck. He’d be terrified for just a moment.
And he’d fight back.
Like he used to.
—Nate
I was asleep one moment, dreaming about Sem having kept his word to me and arriving this evening. The next moment I wasn't, ripped solidly from sleep and tossed back into the darkness of my room.
The bed sunk around me, something strong caging in my hips, and something solid connected with my back. A large hand twisted its way around my head, clamping down over my mouth and holding tightly so that I could barely breathe, let alone make a sound. Let alone scream. For a moment, I thought that I was still dreaming and it was taking a wrong turn into a nightmare. This was the kind of thing that I dreamed about before. Dirty and filthy. Getting fucked by a man in a black mask playing the villain. But then I felt warm breath on my neck and heard the distinctive creak of my bed frame as the person above me shifted.
Someone was in my house. Someone was in my room. On top of me. People didn't come into others’ apartments and their bedrooms in the middle of the night uninvited without bad intentions. Rage rushed through me, burning from the inside and I bucked back as my teeth connected sharply with the man's (for it was a man) hand.
I heard a grunt but he managed to hold on, and his fingers tightened as he jerked my head back so hard it hurt. Warm breath trickled over my ear, and I heard a low growl. No words were spoken. That heavy body pressed me down and I felt him grind up, hips against my ass, sealed there as he rocked into me. This fucker made the biggest mistake when he came into my apartment. I would rip his throat out the moment I got free from him.
My teeth connected again, harder this time, and the man pulled his hand away with a sharp hiss. “Get the fuck off me!” My voice rose, and I bucked my hips back against him again, trying to surge upward and throw him off.
—Sem
Nate was a feisty little thing, and despite his small form, he was surprisingly agile and strong. I managed to hold him down by pushing my entire weight onto him, elbows pressing on to the sheets next to his shoulders. The way he bit me fucking hurt, but I wasn’t going to let go. Instead, I shoved my hand between his jostling body and the mattress, finding him naked. Naughty boy.
Nate gasped and writhed, but then he stilled, tensing up against me. I had him by the balls. Literally. A whimper escaped his lips. A sound that he didn't want to make. Hips bucked, but I squeezed tighter, hard enough for him to understand the message.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” I rumbled, making sure my voice sounded much deeper than usual. I felt puffs of air rushing from his nostrils, grazing my fingers. There was still a thin layer of sheets between us. I had already opened my jeans in preparation before I’d climbed on top of him, my heavy hard-on nestled against his lower back, filling with each second he struggled beneath me. I was ready to fuck him senseless.
Nate's breath came out erratic. His lips slick against my fingers. I eased my hand off his balls, just a little, and moved my mouth to his ear, sucking in the lobe. He tasted so good. Freshly showered….mixed with fresh fear. I moaned; he recognized that sound, I knew he did because he let me grab his dick and stroke it without putting up a fight. “You're such a good boy,” I rasped.
I rolled my hips against his lithe form and shifted slightly to grind against his ass. Soon enough I’d be inside him. Soon enough I’d make him cry out into his pillow. I dry-humped him for a couple of seconds, having his dick slide through the tight tunnel I created with my fingers. Nate began to sob and harden, squirming slightly.
I sucked in his earlobe again, right between my teeth and bit down so hard it made him squeal against my fingers, jaw clenching. “God, I wanna hurt you…” I growled and licked and bit him some more. “I’m gonna fuck you and then fuck you some more until all you can think about is my dick in your ass.” I snarled right against his ear, my mind hazy with lust. I pulled my hand away from beneath him and tore at the sheets instead.
Nate began to struggle again, his hands coming up to claw at the mattress, to pull himself away from me. He moved so much I had to fist his hair and yank his head back to make him go still again. “Shhh, sweetheart.”
—Nate
I'd recognized Sem the moment he'd grabbed me by the balls and spoke to me. He tried to disguise his voice, but it didn't work too well considering we spent most of our time on the phone together. I knew it was him, but that wasn't going to stop me from fighting. Because it was fun. Because it was hot. And because he didn't need it that easy after the game that he had played with me.
Fucking asshole.
I rocked back against him again, thrashing my body with no concern for if I really hurt him or not. He deserved a foot in the fucking balls for lying to me, and if it happened, it happened.
“Be fucking still!” he growled, one hand landing solidly between my shoulder blades and forcing me down onto the mattress. His hand had fallen away from my mouth as he pinned me, shifting his legs so that his knees were on the back of my thighs, hurting and keeping me in place. “The more you move, the more it will hurt.”
“Fuck off,” I hissed at him, kicking my legs out as best as I could. My cock was leaking into the sheets, balls so
re from being grabbed like that and I wanted nothing more than to have my brother's thick cock in me as he played intruder.
Sem just laughed and shoved me down again. He was making it harder to breathe with the way he pressed me down, and I continued to squirm. Right until he lifted his hand from my shoulder and brought it down so hard against the side of my ass that it was sure to leave a bruise. My whole body jerked and stilled as a long moan fell from me. Jesus, I'd missed him so fucking much.
“Look at you,” he purred. “Masochistic fucking slut. You want this. You were fucking asking for it.” Both of his hands grasped my ass, spreading my cheeks. His thumb brushed across my entrance, pressing down. “You're even all ready for me. Like you were expecting to get fucked tonight.”
He knew I was prepped. After cleaning up, I'd sent him several short videos showing me fingering myself. Teasing him. He shifted, knees off my legs and I felt his cock slap against my entrance. So hot. So thick. The dick that I'd been dreaming about almost every night. “Please,” I whimpered, pulling myself up on the bed to get away. But the tone of my voice was clear despite me trying to hide it: I needed him. Wanted him. Desperate to play this game.
He grabbed my hips and yanked me up onto my knees, pulling me back against his cock. “I'm going to make you scream,” he growled.
Fucking, please.
—Sem
I loved the struggle. Loved how he fought and scratched and kicked his feet out until I grabbed his dick and pulled it back between his thighs. Then, he stilled. His legs parted, and he trembled, breath loud and ragged.
“Fuck!” Nate yelped as I kept him in place like that, one hand between his thighs, pulling his balls and cock toward me as I knelt behind him. Another whimper. I spat onto my free hand, my knees on either side of his legs. Slick fingers drove across his ass cheeks, down his cleft and taint to his balls and exposed cockhead. If he moved, it would hurt; I’d make sure of it.
Nate lowered his chest to the mattress, his breath coming out in hitches. “You fucking asshole, burn in hell!” he half hissed, half mumbled while I teased my thumb across his pucker, my other hand squeezing his junk. Nate gasped out loud, his muscles drawn taut, the moonlight playing across his lean form. Goddamn. He was beautiful. It had been too long. Months to be exact. Months without thrusting into him. Of watching other men getting their share of what was mine. Bound by blood. And the fact that his ass belonged to me; I was the only one filling him up without anything in between.
I leaned down and spat onto his entrance, saliva dripping down to the sheets as I fisted my cock and smacked the underside against his hole. Nate wiggled his ass and blew out a relieved breath when I released his cock and balls from my grasp. Then, I lined us up; his hole clenched, pulsed, so hot and wet and welcoming. With both of my hands locked between his shoulder blades, pinning him to the mattress, I sunk in.
And still, he was fighting it. Trying to squirm away. Man, he was such a good actor. Nate choked on his next breath, hands reaching for the edge of the mattress. “Fuck, no! You can’t. Fucking hell, it won’t fit!” I shoved in, eyes fixed on where we were joined with the broad tip of my cock in his ass. OhmyGod, this was heaven. Heaven. Colors burst through my vision, making my head spin. I groaned out loud, rolling my hips. He was tight, searing hot inside, and clenching down on me. Mine, mine, mine.
For just one second, I lost my grip on reality and...on his shoulders. Nate used this one moment to dig his fingers into the sheets, dragging himself away. Fucking hell. He was asking for more. One hand shot up to twist in his hair, and my other arm instantly looped around his throat. I threw myself onto him, my cock slick and rigid, no longer inside him. Bastard.
“Listen to me, you little shit,” I growled against his ear, his head forced back, arm tight around his neck. I let my entire weight push onto him. My toes flexed against the mattress to keep myself steady. “You'll take my dick in your ass, and then you'll thank me for it.” Nate bucked and struggled to breathe. “‘Cause that's your one and only purpose.” I saw him squeeze his eyes shut, body wiggling, hips undulating off the mattress. My shaft slipped up and down between his ass cheeks, rather sloppily, but it spurred me on even more.
“Put your ass up.”
“Nuh,” he croaked out. I released his hair and gripped his jaw instead, keeping him in a headlock.
“You’re a fucking bitch. A fucking whore. You’re gonna do it. Reach back and line us up.” A tremor ran through Nate, from head to toe, eyelashes fluttering. He was so fucking pretty, so perfect with that clean-shaven jaw and bright blue eyes. Mine to destroy. I felt him swallow against my grip, his ass slowly lifting against my crotch, my jeans grazing the backs of his thighs.
“Good boy.” I chuckled and released his jaw, propping myself up on my forearm instead. He fumbled his way between us and wrapped his fingers around my girth to position me back between his cheeks. Humiliating. That's precisely what it was. For a moment I thought he'd do something to try and hurt me, but no, my baby brother knew better.
“Close your thighs,” I grunted, and when he didn't do as I said, I shifted, so mine were flush next to his. I squeezed them back together, my glutes clenching. His chest on the bed, ass up, my dick right there. “Hold it steady,” I whispered into his ear and licked his earlobe. I was one sick bastard, but I knew it turned him on. Just like it turned me on when he was fighting me. “You’re gonna help me breed you, won’t you?” Nate whined exasperatedly and then let his head hang forward with my arm still around him. “Won’t you, little brother?” And with that, I snapped my hips forward and thrust back in.
—Nate
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It hurt so fucking bad. In the months since we had been together, I’d forgotten just how much his cock hurt when he thrust into me without a lot of prep. A burning, sharp, sting made me squirm and try to rock away from him, even as my cock leaked onto the blankets.
But I'd missed this. It was going to hurt so much when he was finished, and I'd be feeling it for a while. Feeling it in a way that I didn't feel the other men that I'd slept with after. It was perfect. Sem was perfect. Perfectly fucked up but I genuinely couldn't call him out on that considering I was eating up every moment of it.
“God, too much,” I breathed, my voice trembling in my own ears. My heart was racing, pounding so hard in my chest that I felt like I was going to pass out from the way the blood rushed through me.
“And you’re going to take every fucking inch of it,” Sem hissed through his teeth. His arm went around my waist, holding me tightly as he continued to force himself in deeper.
He managed about halfway before he had to pull out partially and then start back in again. Working me open. “Fucking asshole,” I growled back at him. Even as I bucked my hips against him, encouraging him to sink in farther. I wanted it. Wanted it so fucking badly. Needed him to hurt me and claim me. Fill me up. It had been so long since I had been filled, dripping with come.
Another sharp snap of his hips and he was finally all the way in, coaxing a cry from me. “There we go,” he purred. “Buried tight in my little cumslut. Just like it should always be.”
“God,” I gasped, burying my sweaty, flushed face in the blankets.
Sem snatched a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back, making me arch my back, fingers twisting in the blankets. “That's fucking right,” he growled. “I am your God. And you're going to take everything I give you.” He yanked sharply, making me squeal. “Now say it.”
“Please,” I sobbed.
He pulled even harder at my hair. “Say it!”
“You're my...oh fuck. You're my God!”
—Sem
Aftercare had always been something foreign to me. Holding someone, snuggling up, stroking my hand down someone's back...what the fuck was the point of that? But with Nate, well, things had changed. I'd been rather reckless with him that night, pounded him until he had to bury his gasps and yelps into his pillow, fucked him balls-deep and stayed right there unti
l he sobbed and began to rock his hips back. And then, I'd given him even more punishing thrusts until he went silent.
We should both be locked up. I knew that, but Hell if I cared. I kissed his temple, one arm wrapped around his shoulder, the other resting next to me, holding my cigarette. I exhaled the smoke to the side and placed the tip of the cigarette against the ashtray I'd set on the bed. “You did so good,” I murmured into his soft, silky hair as Nate hooked one of his legs between mine, tangling us together. We were lying on his bed, him against my side and dozing, me smoking away.
“Mmm…” he hummed back and sighed. I was so lucky to have him. So fortunate that he shared my perverted fantasies and my rather painful (for him) sex practices. I loved how reckless I could be with him, how he’d just take whatever I dished out. Any therapist would note that we were in a terrible, unhealthy relationship without even being aware of the fact that we were related.
I took another drag on my cigarette, letting the smoke fill my lungs before I tilted my head back and exhaled. Nate snuggled even closer, his breath against the side of my neck now. “Sem, I...I love you,” he whispered, making my lips twitch into a smile.
“I know, baby.” I angled my head and claimed his mouth until my lips tingled and ached from how hard he bit down. His nails scratched down my stomach—he kept them a little longer these days only for that purpose—and he moaned shamelessly. I felt his bare cock thicken against my thigh, making mine catch up swiftly.
I loved taking a fistful of his hair, and I knew he was desperate for it, so I interlaced my fingers with his strands and tugged so he could face me. “Always mine, you hear? I’m gonna make you mine forever.”
“How…” Nate breathed, bordering on a whimper, eyes half-lidded and glazed like he was high. Which he wasn’t.
“I’ll find a way, darling.” Some time ago Nate had told me he liked it when I called him sweetheart, baby, darling, or whatever the fuck else; mostly because it reminded him of the devil buying someone’s soul with sweet talk. Not particularly serious, but mocking. The devil. I kissed his mouth again, sliding my tongue inside to twist it around his, slowly, lazily. I’ll be anything you want me to be, honey. I had plans to claim my territory, plans much greater than fucking him into the mattress.