Paul Chuckle was lying on his bed reading his favourite manga, Death Note, when his sibling and lover Barry Chuckle stormed in, cock ablaze with fiery passion.
"Mek love to mi," Barry declared in his sensual Yorkshire accent. Paul rolled his eyes and laid the manga aside.
"Barry-chan, can't you see I'm busy?" sighed Paul, not aroused in the slightest. In truth he was slightly, but he was tired of acquiescing to Barry's monstrous sexual appetite. Lately he had started to feel used and was pursuing interests outside of their usual shenanigans as a way of asserting his individuality.
"But Paul, Dan the Van's got a job for us in half an hour and I wanted a fuck before we go to work," said Barry, waggling his dick around childishly.
"Tell Van-senpai to fuck off," said Paul Chuckle, "I'm well into Death Note and I'm tired of working for him. Besides, haven't you ever noticed we're shit at literally everything?"
Barry sat on the bed besides Paul, his boner growing rapidly like a sexy beanstalk. "Please, Paul," he whispered, his voice deep with need, "I want you so much. I need you." Paul felt himself begin to weaken at the scent of Barry's homemade Bovril aftershave.
"Maybe later," he said hesitantly, reaching for Death Note. "I'm busy."
Barry's face darkened and he stood up, causing Paul to flinch.
"You're damn right later," growled Barry. "I'm tired of waiting around for you. I'm tired of letting you indulge your bullshit interests when you know fucking well I only keep you around for one thing."
"Please," said Paul quietly, "don't be like this." But Barry had already left, slamming the door behind him. Paul heard him start the car and drive off, most likely to the pub. He'd come home later drunk, either begging forgiveness or looking for a fight. Tears began to drip down Paul's wizened face as he struggled to control himself.
He remembered the old days. Barry would wake him with a kiss and a boiled sweet, hum Rotherham United's anthem to him at night. He would stroke Paul's moustache and place his lips to it tenderly, munching up small scraps of leftover food from it. It had seemed like they were caught in their own glass sphere of happiness, moving from one day to the next, so caught up in their love that nothing affected them.
The tears flowed faster as Paul thought back. When did the change happen, he wondered. When did Barry stop loving me?
All of a sudden he stood up. Barry would be back later. But Paul had just decided that he wouldn't be here.
I find it insulting that ff doesn't have a dedicated chuckle bros. section...anyway enjoy this dramatic tale of love, lust, and lies