A/N: I'll admit it right now, I am a sick, sick individual! This story is so different than anything I have ever written before and is not for the faint of heart! This is only a preview.

Warnings: Non-con and slight torture (mostly psychological). I left their ages somewhat vague, feel free to interpret them however you wish, but it is intended that Blaine is very young. This is a very twisted story and if you're not sure you'll like it, please just move to a different story. If you're intrigued, by all means, read on!

-Cooper's room-

Cooper woke up as he felt a weight pressing on the edge of the bed. "Stop moving around, Blaine..." He mumbled, rolling over to come face to face with his sleeping, motionless brother. He whipped his head back and found his mouth covered by a gloved hand, the barrel of a gun between his widened eyes.

"Shh..." The man whispered. The light from the window behind him had turned the man into nothing but a shadow, but he could tell when his gaze moved from Cooper to Blaine. He repeated himself once more, even softer. "Shh..."

He moved the gun from in front of Coopers face and aimed it at the smaller boy, still oblivious to the stranger. He pulled his hand away from the older boy's mouth very slowly and leaned closer, doing the same with Blaine. The curly-haired teenager swatted at the hand before waking completely when it didn't move. A muffled sound came out before he realized that there was a gun in his face. The shadowed man repeated himself again. "Shh..."

When he looked over at his brother, eyes panicked, Cooper nodded as if to reassure him to be quiet. When he was certain that Blaine would not scream, he removed his hand and sat back, keeping the gun focused where it was.

"Rule number one: Be quiet. Understood?" Both boys nodded slightly, afraid to make a large or sudden movement. "Rule number two: Do what I tell you to. That's it. If you feel the urge to break either of those rules... Let's just say that you'll regret it. Do you believe me when I say that you'll regret it?" They nodded again, knowing that he was deadly serious.

"Here's the situation boys: Some nice, very wealthy people paid me to kill your parents, and I did that already. They were very specific as to how they wanted that accomplished. They were not, however, specific as to what I should do with the two of you." His voice was calm and steady, sounding as if he were reading the weather forecast to the boys.

"Normally I would just shoot the both of you and call it a night, but..." He stretched back slightly as if unwinding after a long day's work. Everything about the way he spoke and moved was wrong. Cooper couldn't put his finger on it, it was just wrong.

"I feel like that would just be too boring. I'm looking to have some fun." A shiver ran down Cooper's spine as he considered what this man would deem 'fun'. He leaned forward again, moving the gun to the side of his brother's head, out of the way. His left hand moved in closer, his fingers running across trembling lips. "And there are so many fun things that we can do..."

The intruder bit his lip and he pressed the finger past Blaine's lip, insisting on entry. He pushed his gloved fingers into the small, warm opening further until he heard a small gag as he hit the back of the young boy's throat. The man let out a small noise of satisfaction and Cooper couldn't keep himself silent any longer. In a hushed tone, he whispered. "Please, don't hurt him!"

As if fueled by his pathetic plea, the man pushed his fingers further still, forcing Blaine to press back against his pillow, eyes watering as he tried not to gag. Blaine's small hands came up from the covers to grip the man's arm, in a feeble attempt to pull him back. His eyes having adjusted to the dark slightly, he could see the man shudder as his brother choked and tugged at him, obviously enjoying his struggle. Before he snapped and begged again, the man slowly removed his fingers, letting them linger on the now shivering, wet lips.

Blaine let go of the man and gripped the sheets as his hand left his mouth, both looking over to Cooper. "This is merely the beginning of the vile, painful things I am going to do to your sweet baby brother before I leave tonight. And you know what you're going to do about it? You're going to watch." He slid his hand down from his victim's chin, to his chest, pushing the covers down as he moved. "You're going to watch me as I defile him and when he calls out for his big brother to save him, you're just going to sit there."

Cooper nodded, trying to hold back the tears so that Blaine wouldn't see him cry. "Good boy." He pulled two pairs of handcuffs from his belt and set them on Cooper's chest. "First, you're going to cuff your brother's hands to the headboard. Then you're going to cuff yourself to that desk and have a seat in that chair. And make sure you have a good view. It's going to be a show you'll never forget"

-TBC-