Warning! This is a slash fic of the incestuous variety, you better not read on if that irks you. Oh yeah, and there will probably be swearing and violence too :D

AN: I wrote this one for a friend who has Heath/Casey feels, you know who you are :) Hope you enjoy this buddy!

Heath and Casey had never been close. To an outsider that might seem like a ridiculous statement but the more Heath thought about it the more he realised it was true. Brax had always acted as a buffer between them and now that he was gone Heath found the idea of dealing more directly with Casey a little daunting. It was almost like getting to know Casey all over again, and you know what? Casey wasn't a little kid anymore. In this new relationship, if Heath wanted Casey to know something, he had to tell him. And if he wanted to know something about Casey, he had to ask. It wasn't that he liked Brax more than Casey, it was just that they had more in common. Brax was only a couple of years older than Heath, they had grown up together, but Casey had always been the little one. He'd had a different upbringing to them, because they had been there to take care of him like no one had looked after them. Not that that had stopped Brax and Casey from brotherly bonding, they just seemed to understand each other. In a way this new way of dealing with Casey made him feel almost like a stranger to Heath. Right now Casey was helping Heath study and that in itself was strange, and Heath found he couldn't concentrate with all this weird shit running around in his head. He glanced at Casey, it was a surreal feeling to realise your little brother was also a person, a person that you didn't really know. Maybe he could fix that. Maybe all they needed to do was talk.

"Hey Case?"

"Yeah..."

"Do you think it's wrong not to be happy once you've got everything you wanted?" This was something that had been bugging Heath lately. His marriage to Bianca wasn't quite as fulfilling as he'd thought it would be. Maybe the problem was that their lives had changed and what he'd once thought he wanted didn't apply anymore. Or maybe they were too busy and spent too much time apart. Or maybe it was that he had never actually known what he wanted. Or then again, maybe he was just hard to please...though Heath had never thought of himself that way.

"I dunno Heath," Casey shrugged. "Why? Aren't you happy?"

"I dunno," Heath shrugged in return, "I know I should be happy..." It was the best answer he could come up with.

"That sounds like a no to me," Casey observed. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, that's the thing..." Heath knew he was being a total nutter, after all the drama they'd had in their lives he should be content to have everything on track. Maybe it was the fact that Brax was locked up that couldn't let him be truly happy...but that was a contentious issue, because Brax had done this to himself, he'd gotten away with murder and then he'd confessed. And what all that boiled down to was that Brax had chosen to abandon them...

"Heath?"

"Sorry," Heath said, shaking his head slightly to dissipate his anger at Brax. He didn't wanna take it out on Casey, the one person in the world who could really understand Brax's betrayal. Anyway, he was sure his dissatisfaction had nothing to do with Brax.

"C'mon Heath, talk to me," Casey said with concern, fixing his blue eyes on Heath, "something's bothering you. Maybe I can help..." Heath was grateful to Casey for wanting to try, but how could he help when there wasn't really a problem? This was ridiculous, Heath was being an idiot, but how did he back out of this now when Casey was looking at him like that? Looking at him like he...wanted to kiss him. The thought came unbidden but then Heath knew he was right because Casey was leaning in to do just that. Heath froze, what the hell were you supposed to do when your brother was going to kiss you? Swear? Run? Hit him? Casey's lips brushed Heath's lightly and the sparks caused by that brief touch gave Heath his answer, and it was simple really, you kissed him back. Heath closed the small distance between their mouths, and moved his lips slowly against Casey's, testing, feeling more pleasure with every shiver this kiss sent through him, more sure of his actions with every second that passed. The feel of Casey's lips, warm and willing against his own, opened a world of possibilities to Heath. Could this be what he'd been waiting for? Heath pulled Casey closer, crushing their mouths together. He revelled in Casey's responsiveness, the way his mouth moved against Heath's with determination, with need, the way he slid his hand into Heath's hair, the way he fought to deepen the kiss. Heath's mind screamed more and Casey seemed to have the same idea because now Casey's tongue in his mouth. A thrill ran through Heath at the feeling of Casey's warm, slick tongue sliding over his own. Holy fuck, who'd have thought it? That this of all things could feel sooo damn good? So utterly satisfying... They had shared so much of their lives, maybe they were meant to share this too...it was his job to look after Casey now, he'd prove to Brax he could do it, take care of their little brother...

"Shit," Heath said as he broke their contact. It did not matter how amazing this made him feel, he shouldn't...

"What?" Casey said, the word coming out thrillingly breathy. No, Heath shouldn't be thinking things like that. This was so not allowed...

"Shit, shit, shit. I shouldn't have done that-"

"Heath?"

"I'm sorry, let's just forget it okay? Pretend it never-"

"Heath!" When Heath stopped freaking out long enough to actually focus on Casey he saw that Casey wasn't angry at all, in fact he was happy. His freshly-kissed mouth was quirked up in the barest hint of a smile and his eyes were shining with amusement.

"Yeah?" Heath ventured and he could've sworn he caught a glimpse of the devil before Casey answered.

"Just shut up and kiss me again..."