Choices we make

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Darksides. zip, zelch, nada. This is a Death/War (War/Death) however you want to look at it and some Fury/Strife in the mix. Mention of force and violence. Hope you enjoy.

War entered his home with such force that the stone door was nearly torn off its hinges. Even after everything the council had done they act if there was nothing wrong. They stated that they personally could not do anything so instead they used him instead. More like stabbed him in the back. What was worst even, that he learned later from Strife and Fury was the trail his older brother went through.

After he broke the seventh seal he watched his brethren appear in the sky. Even the Hellgaurd were unable to do anything as he walk towards the other horseman an as quickly as they arrived the four riders and their mounts disappeared.

After confronting the council on their deception and only getting the same reply it was Death that silenced them all. Everyone looked at the oldest Horseman with shock. Death had been quiet the whole way barley answering any questions asked.

"The balance is restored, War defeated The Destroyer, stripped of most his powers even, and the kingdom of man has been restored. We are done here...for now."

"You forget Horseman, we gave you your powers ones that..." But Death turned and cut him off.

"Powers that were stripped from us the moment we were gone. Mine when I entered the Makers realm and War's from you. Spare me your prattle. As much as it disgusts me to say this, I will continue to serve the balance, taking orders from you. But only because I know the outcome should order fall to Corruption." Turning he walked past his stunned siblings stopping at War's side. He didn't look at anyone but they felt the weight of his words, even the fires of the council dimmed at the threat.

"I suggest next time you try something like this again, to even Strife or Fury, you consider the consequences." With those final words he left them to themselves. The council was quiet for only a few moments before speaking up.

"Go. The choice is yours to make. You may continue to serve the Balance or leave of your own free will. We too have our own code and rules to go by Horsemen."

The remaining three returned to Fury's home still unsure of what to do. War was still fuming at everything and a bit upset at Death for even considering to be tied to the council. Fury watched her younger brother pace the length of the kitchen. Strife rolled his eyes and as soon as War was within reach grabbed at the tattered cape and pulled him into a nearby chair.

"Any more of that and you'd owe Fury a new floor." Strife set his helmet down on the table and turned to look at his brother. Lime green eyes stared into icy blue. The staring match was interrupted by a sound of ceramic on wood as Fury placed a cup of steaming liquid in front of them, sipping her own brew.

"The Crowfather's soul came to see us." she stated simply.

"He told us everything that was going on, with both you and Death. We were away at the time; the Council had us checking on something else a few realms away. We couldn't make it back something was blocking our return." She continued speaking, telling War of Deaths journey into the Maker's realm, the Corruption, Absalom, souls of the slaughtered Nephilim, and finally the Well of Souls.

"You know as well as the rest of us what would happen if the final seal wasn't broken." Fury's yellow eyes traveled up to look at Wars.

"He would have been lost, his soul a part of the sacrifice." War finished her thought. Strife scuffed taking a swig of his drink before slamming it back down.

"This is Death we're talking about. I seriously doubt that that would even be enough to stop him from coming back and giving us a break from watching over us." The rest of the conversation was mostly back story, where they were, how long it took them to get back and finding a way to send them Strife's weapons. The gun wielder shot his younger brother a glare, complaining about the scuff marks on Mercy.

"So…what now? Death already made his choice...sorta." Again Strife grimaced both at his empty cup and the turn of events, scratching the back of his head. Fury swiped some of her wine colored hair not looking at War.

"Do we really have a choice?"

War set Chaoseater down on the table, removing pieces of his armor as well. He was still upset over the discussion at Fury's home. He didn't know what to do. He knew Death's reason's for staying but still. He stared at his left arm, the gauntlet shining in the light of the room. Frowning at a the reflection of something else on the table War looked up. There in the center of the table was a crystal container filled with a deep purple liquid. Underneath it was a piece of parchment with writing on it.

Take all the time you need

War raised a brow at the short message, most likely a gift from Fury and Strife. Shaking his head he crumbled it up and threw it away. Smiling a bit to himself, War sat down and brought the bottle closer to him. He was slightly jealous of the two; though sometimes he wondered how Fury put up with the gunners antics and snide remarks. Still it was better than being alone. It was never easy for them to find someone, well someone who wouldn't try to kill them before, during or after sex. There were times when they could only trust each other to relieve the pent up desire. Well Strife and Fury did Death was hardly around at that time trying to find a realm for his home. The thought of his older brother sent a shiver through his body. Looking at the crystal once more War sat up and left.

Death slowed Despair down to a trot as they exit the portal; War's home loomed directly in front of them. Death jumped off his mount walking up to his brother's door, it was only three days since their return to the Council and Death felt something off. Trying to enter his brother's home he was met with resistance. Placing his hands on the door, Death chanted slowly barely audible. Inside War's home the floor crumbled as a pair of wings reached out. The Crow took flight to the door seeing the sigil preventing anyone from entering. Seeing through Dust's eyes Death sighed and leaned back.

"Hate me if you want War, Creation knows I deserve it." Closing his eyes in concentration once more, a green mist circled the sigil slowly dissolving it. A few more seconds later and Death was able to push the door open with little resistance. He grimaced at the loud creaking and scrapping sound the door made as it opened.

"War?" Closing the door as soon as he entered War's home Death took time to look around. Trophy's lined the marble walls along with a few framed pictures in the hall. The next few rooms were only lined with a banner with one room being a reading room. There were books scattered around the stone floor, a bookshelf knocked over and thrown close to the fireplace. If Death remembered correctly War's room was only a hallway away from the kitchen. Looking back he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched...no more like stalked. Turning his gaze back to the beginning of the hall Death was expecting War to open some random door and tell him to leave. But nothing happened. Shaking his head Death slowly opened the bedroom door just in case. Stepping into the room his eyes widened at the chaos before him. Sheets and pillows were tattered and thrown everywhere. The dresser was split in two Chaoseater still lodged in the dark wood. Curtains were shredded into pieces still left by the open window. There was a small breeze airing out the room removing a stale pungent smell. In all honestly it looked like a wild animal had torn through his brother's room. Still taking in the damage and stench, Death didn't notice the figure that was crouched behind the door.

"You shouldn't have come." The voice was raspy and stained, if the owner had not used it for some time. Spinning around Death was surprised once more at War's appearance. Gone was the trademark blood red hood and body armor, actually all his clothing was missing from his body except for the gauntlet attached to his left arm. Before Death could asked what was wrong, War rushed at him. Death sidestepped but not before War was able to clip his left side with the tips of the gauntlet.

"What's gotten' into you?" Death stepped back only to hit the edge of the bed. War lunged at him throwing them both onto the bed. Before his older brother could re act War tore the bone made mask off Death's face. The last time War remembered seeing his brother's mask less face was the time when they received their mounts.

Silky raven locks framed the sharp features of his face. The face was a paler bluish gray then the rest of his body with high cheekbones. Orange eyes widen in shock, pale thin lips partly open in surprise showing a row of sharp teeth. Wasting no more time War crushed their mouths in a bruising kiss.

Death tried to wrap his mind around what was happening. This was the real reason he tried to stay away from the others, especially War. At the beginning he stayed close it his new siblings, making sure Fury, Strife and War were properly trained. But as time passed he saw the looks the other Nephilim gave them. He lost count of the times he had to switch his sibling's tainted food and drink. Or pretend to be sleeping around the campfire to make sure no one snuck up on them. He didn't realize that his feelings for War changed from protectiveness to more burning desire. He refused to act on them, rarely trying to quall the urges with another. At the time there were more important things to take care of. Unfortunately that did not stop the fantasies that haunted his dreams.

He tried to pry his hands free from the gauntlet grip but to no avail. He tried to speak out but that only succeeded in War thrusting his tongue in his mouth. He couldn't stop the moan that escaped him, his resolve nearly weakening. Pulling away he tried once more to talk sense into his brother.

"War, stop this! Tell me what's happened!" War was too busy trailing kisses up to Death's ear nipping at the lobe.

"Wine." was the whispered answer before kissing him once more. Trying to buy himself some time, Death played into the kiss allowing War to take the lead. So it seemed his brother was somehow drugged, but for what reason. Turning his head to the side he let War continue his assault on his neck so he could look around the room. He spotted an empty crystal container partially hidden underneath a piece of ripped clothing. His thoughts were irrupted when War's other hand slipped into his pants, palming his cock.

His back arched off the bed at the touch. He bit back a moan of disappointment when War's hand left his cock to tug at his pants. War grunts in annoyance as the piece of clothing refuse to budge much. Snarling in frustration he was able to tear the stubborn material off using his gauntlet. Seeing a opening, Death tried once more to escape his capture. He elbowed War in the face a few times trying to knock him off. Before he could get another hit his bother grabbed the arm and twisted it back. Quicker than he could realize War slammed Death's head into the headboard, repeatedly. Pain exploded before his eyes, blurring his vision. He tried grabbing at War's hand to pry it off but couldn't. After the fifth slam into the headboard and realizing what he was doing, War cradled his brothers bleeding head in the crook of his neck.

"Death..I." His breath was coming out in short gasps his body on fire once more. Death's ragged breath playing across his heated skin. Death closed his eyes tying to get his thoughts in order despite the pain.

*Is it still worth it brother?*

Death' eyes flew open at the voice in his mind. Absalom's words once more asking him the question, too bad it didn't stop there.

*(snicker) * Is this not what you always wanted? Why deny yourself any longer? *

Death shook his head once more trying to clear the fog from his mind. War started to caress his back, fingers clawing down along his protruding spine and back up again. He tried to refuse his body's reaction but it was becoming difficult. His brother was kissing him once more trying to coax a reaction from him.

* Look at him brother, burning with need. *

No.

* The desire seething in every pore. *

Stop it!

* Reminds me of the time you stopped me from taking him. Trading your services for War's virtue. How I still remember that night, that talented mouth of yours on my cock, thrusting down into your throat.*

No, no more.

* My hands all over your body, making you beg for release.*

"DAMN YOU!"

War's head reeled back away from Death, eyes wide in shock. His brother's breath was nothing more than ragged gasps his eyes burning nearly red. Pain and anger welled inside of him. He didn't want it this way, but he couldn't control himself with the other this close. The last three days were pure torture for him trying everything to calm the raging desire by himself. But to hear his brother say that to him, even when he didn't want the other there, something inside War snapped. Gone was the part of him that was holding back, replaced with rage.

He dropped Death back on the bed, crushing his brothers wrist together once more in his left hand. Death hissed in pain at the sudden change. Not wasting any time in his lust crazed mind, War spread his brother's legs apart. Death began to struggle until he was backhanded. His head was spinning from the backlash until an even greater pain replaced it. War thrust into him, no preparation and no warning. The pain was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was like someone was trying to split him in two. The pain started to burn traveling all over his body, from the tip of his toes to his aching head.

Once more War thrust his tongue into his mouth biting on the upper lip hard enough to draw blood. His other arm was wrapped around the slim waist crushing their chests together. The thrusts began to take on a wild pace, no rhythm just hard slams over and over again. Once more Death's vision began to blur and his head was pounding. Seeing no way out of the situation Death tried to make the most of it. Grimacing through the pain he tried to relax his body from the onslaught coming from War. Pulling away from the kiss Death was able to lean his head on War's shoulder whispering in his ear.

"Don't...don't stop." Death couldn't stop the moan of pain that escape him. This was not the way he would have imagined it. The cold blue of War's eyes was that last thing Death saw before blacking out.