Hello readers, I know that, due to how many people really have read this book, that not many would actually get to read this, but I hope anybody who does read this story likes it... Please R&R this is my first fanfic and I plan to know ( if there's anything wrong) what I did.
This is, of course, an OC, I don't think I have the guts to try and recreate Blint or Kylar fully. though they might appear at lease once. :) maybe twice... or three times...hee hee.
The light filtered through the slim slits of the wooden wall boards, and he sat, bathed in darkness, all thoughts of anything lost in the slow, repetitive, tick-tick of the clock at the far end of the room. He sat in silence, afraid that at any moment his brother would find him. Heavy footsteps resounded in the hallway outside of the small, enclosed room, and the boy squeezed his eyes shut. He tried to make his breathing shallow and quiet, so as to avoid his brother hearing him, just in case.
The footsteps stopped suddenly, right outside the door and the boy's breath hitched in response, his eyes immediately widened and glanced up, pressing his back to the wall and trying to blend into the shadows. He heard the doorknob turn, he heard the whisper of the bottom of the door brushing against the soft wood planks, he smelled the fresh air of outside the room and the heavy stench of beer and alcohol.
The boy kept his head bowed, staring at the floor, but a heavy hand grabbed him by the hair and wrenched his head back, forcing his eyes to come in contact with the hard, brown eyes.
"Hello boy," his brother said in a slurred voice, grunting as he hauled the fourteen year old from the musty closet and threw him into the hallway. "Why were you hiding?" He grunted again as he fell atop the boy, arms near the sides of the boy's head, stinky breath ghosting against the boy's pale face.
It took all his effort just to hold himself from crushing his brother, though at the moment the twenty one year old man had more lustful things on his mind than the physical pain of the teenager beneath him. The boy nearly shouted from panic and helplessness as his brother pinned his wrists above his head.
"S-stop..." the boy twisted, yanking his hands from the large ones of his brother, but his brother easily pinned them again, his lips descended upon the others, and, without thinking, the younger bit down hard on the other's tongue as it entered. So much was his surprise that after that happened he didn't take his chance to escape, just stared...and stared...and stared, at Joseph Yigami, his brother.
Joseph had always been cruel to his him, beaten him, broken him into a thousand tiny pieces, but never had his brother done this to him...never had Joseph been gay.
He was too distracted to move, to take upon the one chance he had had, as Joseph pulled way forcefully and glared down at him in surprise and disgust, wishing to wipe that indignation off the other boy's face permanently. For a moment they stayed in that position, eyes locked, until Joseph made another move.
Easily, almost effortlessly, he rolled off and picked his the silver haired boy up, carrying him bridal style into his room, and dumped him on the bed. After that he quickly tore a piece of cloth from his younger brothers shirt and bound his hands with it to the post of the bed. Eyes growing even wider now, so Joseph could see every aspect of them, the silver tried even harder to escape, crying out for help and kneeing his older brother in the face and he leaned down for yet another kiss.
It shouldn't have been that hard for somebody to hear them, yet nobody came, and he could only conclude, as he sank into misery and despair, as he finally let the fight end and let his brother take hold of his body, that nobody ever would come.
OK, so, interesting thing here is that this is just the beginning, I haven't started on the storyline yet, so don't give up on me!
