Title: Not Until You Beg

Rating: M, for language, and graphic sexual scenes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Wizards of Waverly Place or any of the characters. I also don't own anything from Disney. No copyright is intended!

Dom·i·nance; noun: Psychology . the disposition of an individual to assert control in dealing with others.

Justin 18, Alex 17. Changed the ages to fit with my story.

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Alex sat as far away as she could from Justin in the subway train. Unfortunately that meant sitting next to the most hideous smelling guy in New York, but it was worth it. It was worth every stinking odor she had to put up with and more to stay away from him.

She fixed the scarf around her neck to hide the hickey he gave her. She was so not in the mood for someone to come up to her in the morning, (most likely to be Harper), and say 'Hey Alex! Ohmigod what is that ugly mark on your neck?'

Yeah it was definitely out of the question because her only response would be: 'Well I kind of did my brother last night, you know Justin right?'

She fluffed her hair some more just to make sure no one at school would see the hideous mark.

She takes a risk and does a quick side glance at him. He's glaring at her, silently daring her to show it. She looked away. What a preposterous thought. Yeah she could probably lie and say she made out with some random boy at some random party and she was drunk off her ass, but that is not what she wants to do. Lie to the entire student body? Yeah, ok so she's done it before, like a million times before, but she isn't giving into him so easily.

So it's really obvious that they got in a fight. Max picking sides, (usually Justin), and Justin muttering under his breath incoherently. Alex just sits pretty and pretends everything is fine. This is normal, (to her it is anyway with how many times they get in a fight). But everything is so not fine.

Yeah, usually she loves fighting with Justin just to see his face scrunch up, grunt, and then yell her name. But these fights aren't normal fights. They go on and on and on and on, and Alex feels like she is going to snap any minute; her precious façade falling like a house of cards.

This is not what she expected going into a relationship with Justin would be like. Taking that sinful next step with him. He barely ever talks to her now, and she knows this isn't healthy. Boyfriends and girlfriends should talk things through not fight like cats and dogs. And a little voice in the back of her head is screaming that this isn't a normal healthy relationship because she's dating her brother for crying out loud!

The argument they had last night was the same as it is every time they talk about the controversial subject. She cautiously ventures out a quick question on The Wizard Competition. He beats around the bush while she continuously tries to talk about their feelings. She always thinks he will open up to her about how he feels about it and what they're going to do if only one of them wins The Competition, because it scares her that one of the rules is you really have to try in The Competition. Magic will tell The Wizard Council that one sibling isn't trying and the whole Competition starts over again.

Of course Justin never wants to talk about. Weird when did he start winging it and she started planning everything out? He goes into this whole fuss about that's not the real problem, (what of course it is), that she has a problem being with him. And a small, small part of her does. Mainly because this whole relationship is screwed in every way you look at it.

The whole argument goes on repeat in her head once more, just like it has done the previous night. Making her want to cry out to him while he tells her everything is going to be all right. You know…like he use to before they started dating? It makes her wince as she remembers the sound of his voice yelling at her.

He's angrily marching back and forth in front of her, doing his normal geeky thing that he does. She's rolling her eyes because this is seriously getting old. Every five seconds or so he stops and mutters something and then quickly continues his pacing once more. His shirt has wrinkles in it and a few buttons are undone. His eyes are wild and his hair is sticking every which way.

And she's pretty sure she looks exactly the same way. Her cheeks still feel inflamed by the way he touched, licked, and nipped every single part of her body. Or maybe it's because she is beyond mad at how over dramatic he has to be about every little fucking thing.

No really she's just still winding down from the blissful afterglow of sex.

"You think this is some game don't you?" He's finally stopped to stare at her, making her break away from the memory of his soft touches that only happened mere moments before. She glazes back at him with her soft mocha eyes hitting his steely grey ones. The love and lust that was once in his eyes is now completely washed away, drowned by absolute frustration. "That's what you think isn't it Alex?" He spat her name, and Alex actually winces at the way it comes out.

"Justin I really wish for two fucking seconds that you would stop twisting my words! You know this is completely new to me!" She screams throwing up her hands in the air.

He lets out a dark chuckle, "That's always your excuse. 'This relationship's new to me Justin. Just give me more time Justin. Fucking forgive me Justin.'" He mocks her with a whiny voice, yelling out the last sentence. "Well guess what Alex; I'll give you all the time you need."

She loses her breath for a second. Was he going to say it? The awful words that she fears every time they have this argument. Her heart's beating erratically in her chest, hoping and praying to any higher power that he won't say it. Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say it. The air around them is electrified by their passion that only happened a few minutes ago, along with their heated debate that's happening now. It's the only thing that's keeping her standing, because all the fight is leaving her and breaking her down. Making her vulnerable to him. "Justin…don't do this. Please…" There, she said it. The dreaded 'p' word. The only hope…

Justin has a flash of shock on his face before it changes back to this emotionless mask he's been wearing ever since they started having these fights. "You think I'm a sick bastard. I know you do Alex."

There he goes twisting her words again. "No, that's not what I meant! I meant that we need to start planning for The Competition Justin. I'm worried, that's all and I really don't need you adding to my stress." Alex is pleading with her eyes and she takes a daring step towards him, hoping he will see the light.

"Oh am I adding to your stress? What other stresses might you have Alex? I'm curious," he waits for her to cut in or say something but she doesn't. "Maybe it's the fact you can't handle this relationship? Is that it Alex?"

"Justin stop it!" She pleads with her eyes for them not to get into this because she really doesn't think she can handle it. "I love you…" She whispers it quietly even though he'll be the only one to hear it due to the spells they casted around her room.

This doesn't make him the least bit happy because he told her before he wishes she would be more out spoken about their relationship. But she doesn't understand that because their whole relationship is a sin.

He steps forward, and she believes for one second that he'll wrap his arms around her and say he's so sorry and he doesn't know what's wrong with him. But he doesn't. Instead he breaths down to her, "I love you too," and he says it with so much meaning that she almost smiles at him. Unfortunately his next words are much more bitter. "That's not going to cut it this time though." He backs away from her to give her, her breathing space and watches her carefully.

The salty tears well up in her eyes and she hates him so much her chest aches. She hears a choked sob and doesn't realize it's her until he starts to turn away from her and he still isn't holding her like he use to, and it's ripping her heart into a million pieces. Does he not care about her? She thought loved conquered all but she guesses that was some fools lie. It turns out she's the fool for believing it.

"Just stop, Justin," She blubbers out with a small hiccup following. Her hands reach out to him but her feet stay in place. He's just about to open the door and break the spells when he freezes in place. "Just stop…"

He stays still with his back to her and mutters out, "You know what? I'm so over this Alex. I'm sure I can find another girl who would be more willing to be in a relationship with me." He angrily undoes the spells they placed in her room, and swings the door open. "Goodnight," and with that he slams the door shut behind him leaving Alex completely alone in her room.

She falls on her bed they shared just minutes before, and continues to choke on her own breath as she sobs about how much she hates him for doing this to her. For making her feel weak, but she knows in her heart it isn't true and that's what breaks her heart even more.

"Justin…" she lets out a little whine, as she thinks she's just lost her only link to oxygen in this world. That makes her cry out even more because she has never felt so girly and weepy like she does now.

The subway car does an immediate stop, breaking her from the awful memory. She loses her balance and almost falls into the guy next to her that smells like shit. She says sorry to him even though it's not his fault, and she wonders what's going on with her because she never says sorry and please ever.

The subway car doors lurch open following an annoying robotic voice trying to remind them to calmly leave the train, and also saying where they currently are. "Waverly Park Avenue," the too-cheery-voice says over the intercom. This is their stop and she glances over just in time to see Justin practically run off the train with Max trying to keep up, yelling something like, "You should smell it too!"

She rolls her eyes at Max's tactics of saying random things to make people reveal what's going on with them. For a dreaded moment she thinks Justin might have told Max but she sighs because Justin isn't stupid enough to fall for Max's charade.

She cautiously grabs her books and walks out the train door just in time to hear a ding and a swoosh to let her know the doors have closed behind her. She feels her heart hammer in her chest as she walks out of the subway station trying to keep an eye out for something and with a lurch in her heart she realizes she's looking for Justin. When they started going out just weeks before he would do all the stupid chivalry crap like they were a normal couple. Like he was some boy trying to impress his new girlfriend with his sweetness. The tears well up once more in her eyes as she begins to understand that they may have actually broken up last night like she feared all along.

She almost has a panic attack right there on the cross walk that leads to their school. Justin left her? She felt the breath in her body leave her. She can't picture herself without him. They can't be just brother and sister.

Following those thoughts came the ugly reality that he will move on and get a girlfriend, get married, and have kids. Worst of all she would have to be there through every single milestone Justin completes. Because that's what normal sister's do.

A couple of kids who she shared the subway car with give her a few strange looks and she tries to smile, willing them to understand she's fine and to go away. Some girl in her history, (or was it math class? She's never sure because she barely pays attention), gives her a sympathetic look. The look some girls give other girls who they barely know because they understand what a break up feels like.

So they have broken up, and oddly enough she doesn't cry because she is so over it. Maybe this will be good for them, at least until The Competition is over and done with.

She looks up at her approaching school, and sees a couple students ahead of her talking merrily. She straightens her scarf a little bit more. Never too sure.

She walks with a little hop in her step. That would show Justin that this isn't affecting her and she is so over it. Going into the building she notices whispers and giggles and for one heart wrenching second she thinks they know her secret. But they aren't looking at her and she breathes a sigh of relief. She walks over to her locker knowing that Harper would find her there and tell her what's going on. She waits and sees Harper talking overdramatically to Zeke, and Zeke seems really concerned about something.

She walks over to them ignoring the whispers and giggles, and before she even makes it over there Harper has spun around on her heal, a shocked expression written all over her face.

"Alex!" She shrieks and grabs her wrist. "Why didn't you tell me Justin had a girlfriend!" Harper's eyes are wide with shock, and for one bleak moment Alex thinks she knows about their relationship. She wouldn't be touching her if that was the case so what the hell was she talking about Justin with another girl?

"Yeah Alex," Zeke comes up behind Harper looking seriously worried. "Justin said he would help me out with our newest robotics project, but instead he's slobbering over some girl." Zeke gives a small sigh, hanging his head, "I guess I'll have to do it on my own…again."

Alex gives him an odd look. Until she registers what he just told her. Justin. Touting on a girl. That wasn't her. "What are you talking about?" She can barely contain her anger to go find the bitch and rip her head off.

"Wait you don't know?" Harpers eyes go wide because Alex knows everything about Justin and vice versa. "Oh goodness you're not going to like this." Damn right she's not going to like this.

Harper drags her over to an open space in the crowd her hand still tightly wrapped around Alex's smooth olive skin. With Harpers free hand she points to what was going on that had the whole student body in a confused fuss. But it wasn't needed; Alex didn't need her to point because she already saw it with her own eyes.

Gigi, the blonde headed demon, with perfect wavy golden locks, had her head leaned back as she laughed overdramatically about something that the guy she was holding on to said. That guy had muscles, and dark hair, and a Romanesque nose…and that guy was her older brother Justin.

They were basically having sex in the hallway. She was grinding into his side and sucking and nibbling on his ear. He had his arm secured around the slut not giving a damn who sees. He's mine! , something in the back of her mind screams out and it takes every ounce of her being not to rip out every perfect little hair on the fucking bitches head.

Gigi has crossed the line, and judging by the way Gigi sees Alex out of the corner of her eye she knows it too. Sworn frenemies' don't date the other frenemie's brothers. It was an unspoken rule. A rule clearly Gigi had no intention of obeying. Now Gigi is a sworn enemy.

She stares longley at how they can make their relationship public without a single problem. She's jealous. The little green monster in her mind is telling her what she can do to fix this situation and it fuels her anger for a little while until sadness quickly replaces it along with a wave of self pity.

She looks at her own hair that's nothing like Gigi's, and suddenly she gets it. She's not what he wants. Gigi's body is perfect and on top of that she looks like a fucking model. Alex swallows down her insecurities feeling like everything he said about how perfect she is was a lie. Feeling like she's been cheated because there is no way she can compete with that. She swears she feels like she just gained twenty pounds from looking at the dazzling slut.

Her eyes wonder over to Justin's and he has a small smirk on his face, and deep down she knows he is just trying to get back at her in some terribly hurtful way. And she knows he is just trying to show her that he can deal without her. But that self pity almost swallows her whole as she looks into his stormy grey eyes and feels like that's not true. He really wants a relationship with Gigi and she can respect that. She'll have to; he's her brother of course. But as the tears well up in her eyes she understands she can't deal with this right now and she has to get away.

Suddenly something's pulling on her wrist and she realizes Harper is still holding onto her tightly, trying to get her to back away. All of the student body backs away as well and she follows their movements in a daze. They make room for Mr. Laritate who is trying to see what everyone's staring at, but how Mr. Laritate will react to what he sees is the least of Alex's worries.

"Okay, okay everyone stop staring! Back away, go back to what you were doing or better yet head to class," Alex doesn't listen as he sees what's going on. Justin never takes his eyes off her, soaking up every tear she drops. Continuously challenging her to do something about the girl in his arms. How can he challenge her like this?

That's when Alex's precious façade breaks and she runs to the nearest girl's bathroom. Feeling bile rise up in her throat as she hurriedly opens the door to the restroom with Harper chasing after her. She can hear Harper screaming at her to know if everything is alright, and if she's ok. Of course she wasn't ok! She's in love with her brother! How is that fucking ok? She slammed open the back stall door, and didn't care if it closed behind her.

She felt someone sweep her hair up and thanks the lord above Harper wasn't talking for once in her life. Opening her mouth she let out a retch but nothing came up. She sobbed into the toilet, letting another dry heave take over her body. How could she stoop to this pathetic level in her life? Justin was right to break up with her, she is one pathetic person.

She realizes then that Harper might think she is jealous and would get concerned. So she leans against the cool tile wall instead feeling sweat break out from holding back the tears and screams. She feels so worthless. So broken.

As she lets out another hopeless sob she heard Harper join her on the floor.

"Are you PMSing?" She heard Harper whisper next to her. Alex almost wanted to let out a laugh of thankfulness. Harper hadn't realized. Thank God.

"No." Her voice sounds disgusting to her own ears, nothing like perfect Gigi's voice. Her voice was hoarse from holding back the dry heaves that wanted to take over her small frame.

"Well I have some Aspirin in my backpack. It's right here. I know you're not supposed to bring drugs of any kind to school, but obviously the guy who set up that rule isn't a girl." Harper rummages through her backpack, but Alex stops her.

"I don't need any I'm fine, just having a mental break down." She looks over at Harper's trusting face, and thought it wouldn't be so bad to tell her. Of course not the whole secret about being in love with him, just little bits and pieces of it. "Justin and I got in a fight last night, and it's really messing me up." There she said a small portion of it.

Harper didn't seem at all shocked by the news. "You guys always get in fights. I do admit you are usually better at hiding your anger from everyone, or in this case tears. I'm not surprised though because that was my second guess as to what's wrong with you." She pauses, waiting for Alex to say something but she doesn't. "What did you get in a fight about anyway?"

Alex decides to choose her words carefully once again. "Uh, he thinks I don't understand him. Or something equally as stupid." She rolls her eyes for good measure, just so Harper doesn't assume…wouldn't want that.

Harper nods her head in understanding and goes off ranting about how she and Zeke sometimes get into fights also. And with the thought of Harper comparing her and Justin to their couple problems makes her double over in sadness. Another sob racks through her fragile body.

She shakes and shivers as the tears continuously stream down her face, and somewhere far away she can hear Harper panicking over what to do. Alex thinks she and Justin broke up for good. The thought makes her cry some more wishing she could let her friend know. Wishing that Justin was just some boy and she was just some girl.

But they're not, and with that thought she bends over the toilet and retches once more into the porcelain bowl beneath her. She really is a sick person for being in love with her older brother…

~Have a wonderful valentines day...-xoxo~

A/N: So this is a little two-shot. Hope y'all enjoy. Part two will come out on Wednesday. Still working on my other stories but I was looking through my files one day and found this! Woop! Thanks again for reading reviewing and all that jazz. And of course that to the wonderfully, talented and amazing JazzyKanani! You're an awesome beta buddy!

Hugs and kisses to everyone who took the time to read!