Daryl was so wrapped up in his angry inner monologue, that he didn't take notice when his big brother crept quietly into his cell, shutting the privacy curtain behind him. He was too busy glowering at the wall. So when Merle reached out to place a firm hand on his shoulder, Daryl nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Easy, boy. It's just me," Merle drawled, and Daryl forced his body to relax.

"Whaddaya want?" Daryl muttered. He immediately righted himself, sitting with his back to the wall. It felt good to have something so solid and immobile behind him. Merle sat beside him on the bunk, a safe distance away, but still closer than anyone else at the prison would have dared.

He wouldn't look his brother in the eye, but Daryl felt Merle's eyes on his body, travelling up his arms and neck, searching. "Show me," Merle grunted.

"Show ya what?" Daryl grunted on back, feigning ignorance. He knew exactly what Merle wanted to see.

"Dontcha make me ask twice," Merle bit out, and the threat in his voice had Daryl on his feet in an instant. He'd never been able to say no to Merle. Keeping his back to the wall, Daryl unbuttoned his sleeveless flannel with excruciating slowness. He could feel the heat in his brother's gaze as he shrugged off the tattered garment.

"Well, c'mon then. Come sit an' lemme see," Merle ordered when Daryl hesitated by the cell door. Daryl resumed his position at his brother's side, still keeping his back to the wall. But Merle wasn't having any of that. He reached out to turn his baby brother towards him, and hissed when Daryl instantly flinched and jerked away.

"Woah, ain't gonna hurt ya," Merle said in a soothing voice. It was a tone Daryl had only heard him use on a few occasions, when he'd brought home girls too young for a guy like him. He'd murmur softly to them as he corralled them into his bedroom. Even from the next room over, Daryl could hear his brother's voice, smooth as velvet as he took them hard and fast against the squeaking bed.

"Ain't grown outta that, have ya?" Merle said, breaking Daryl from his trance.

"Outta what?"

"Shootin' through the roof any time someone comes near ya."

"I don't do that," Daryl scoffed.

"Sure, alright. Well I'm gonna try again. You'll know it's comin' this time." And with more softness than before, Merle turned Daryl's body so that he had an unobstructed view of his baby brother's back. Daryl felt rough fingertips exploring his patchwork of scars, and he shivered from the contact. He never let anyone touch him there. But this was Merle, and Daryl couldn't deny him.

"You were right," Merle murmured after several minutes of exploration, "Shouldn'ta left ya."

And being that this was the first time in Daryl's life he'd heard his brother admit to being wrong about something, Daryl was too shocked to respond. He felt Merle's hot breath on the crook of his neck, and the moist puffs against his over-sensitized skin had him trembling. "S'okay," he mumbled quietly.

Merle's hands were snaking around to Daryl's chest, tracing the thick scar that ran diagonally across his pecs. They ventured further south, memorizing the raised discs that Merle recognized to be cigarette burns. Already tense as steel, Daryl's body snapped violently when he felt his big brother paw gently at his package. Daryl bolted like a frightened animal, cowering to the other end of the bunk and staring at his brother with a look of pure panic.

"Merle, what the hell?" Daryl whispered harshly.

But Merle didn't seem bothered by his reaction. Instead, he continued to leer at Daryl with the same cheeky smirk, and shifted closer to him on the bed.

"What the hell are ya doin'?" Daryl asked again, pushing himself as far back into the wall as was physically possible.

"What's it look like, Darleena? Apologizin'." And without waiting for Daryl to respond, Merle reached out again and firmly groped the growing bulge in his brother's jeans. Daryl's hips bucked at the contact, and he fisted the sheets. Why wouldn't his body fuckin' listen?

"That's it, boy," Merle praised, stroking Daryl's erection against rough denim.

"M-Merle, ya can't…we can't…p-please don't…" Daryl stuttered out, finally looking his brother in the eye. With the cool blue staring right back, it was like looking into a mirror.

"Oh yeah? What can't I do?" Merle asked in a taunting tone. His hand never ceased its' movement.

"This," Daryl hissed desperately, trying to shift away from the sensations. But his brother had him cornered, the firm passes of Merle's hand against his groin keeping him pinned. "We're brothers!" Daryl practically cried out, and Merle quirked an eyebrow at that.

"That's right, we are," Merle drawled, "And that's why it's gotta be me. I know y'ain't never let no one touch you, and that ain't right. Ain't natural. That's why you're gonna let your big brother help ya. We both know it's gotta be me. There ain't no one else."

Merle watched his brother's shoulders slump in defeat, and grinned at the small victory. "Now, ya gonna set back and let me apologize?" Merle asked lightly. Daryl continued to sit stone still and wordless. But from the distinguished tightness at his waist, Merle could tell he wanted it. He watched silently as Merle unzipped his jeans and pulled free his aching erection. He'd never been able to say no to Merle. "That's m'boy," Merle praised, "let ole Merle take care of ya."

Daryl's eyes went wide and fearful when Merle wrapped a thick hand around the boy's cock, then began to push and pull the member with the slightest amount of pressure. "Hnngh," Daryl let out the first time Merle's thumb passed swiftly over his reddened head, choking back a moan.

Merle thought the boy might go sprinting right on out of the cell when he sank to his knees in front of him, tugging his brother's jeans down to pool on the floor. He smirked again when he realized Daryl was going commando. "S'alright boy, keep breathin'."

He could see Daryl struggling to obey him, trying his best to relax into the feeling of someone else touching him. Merle continued to rub his thumb softly over the head of Daryl's cock, waiting patiently for the look of terror in his brother's eyes to subside. Daryl's thighs twitched relentlessly under the slow movements of Merle's hand. He made small noises from the back of his throat, biting steadily at his lip with the intention to draw blood. Pain was the only thing that could balance out pleasure this real.

Daryl's eyes were clenched shut, and shivers continued to run through his body in startling waves at Merle's ministrations. He felt strong hands press his hips into the thin mattress, then a tongue licked a long stripe from the base of his cock up to the head. Daryl groaned audibly this time, the smallest of gestures making him pulse.

"Thatta'boy," Merle whispered affectionately, and Daryl couldn't help but enjoy the tenderness in Merle's voice. He'd craved it so desperately when they were kids, any sort of warmth from his big brother. Arousal slammed into him hard, as if it hadn't already, and he felt moisture bead at the tip of his cock.

Daryl's eyes were still closed when he felt wet, tight heat descend upon his twitching member. His entire body convulsed at the intensity of the sensation, bowing forward and nearly crushing his brother's head between his thighs. But tough hands pushed him back against the bed, and he could only lie there helplessly as tight lips began to bob up and down his length.

"Shit...aah, fuck..." Daryl moaned too loudly. Merle watched a thin sheet of sweat begin to spread out over Daryl's muscular body. His little brother had always been the pretty one, the sweet one. When their daddy had beat them, Merle had gone out and fucked a whole slew of girls for good measure. Because he was a man, and that's what men do. But his baby brother wasn't like him. He'd hid himself away, avoided people entirely, until he'd aged into a grown ass man who'd never been touched below the belt by anyone aside for himself.

But now his baby brother was writhing underneath him, panting and sweating and twining his fingers into the bed sheets. Eyes still shut, he felt Merle's tongue delve further south, mouthing sweetly at his balls and humming against them until Daryl cried out, teetering at the edge.

Merle pulled back then, sitting on his haunches and watching his brother's chest rise and fall in rapid, uneven huffs. Daryl's eyes shot open as soon as the sensations stopped, and the sight of his big brother made his ears burn hot with embarrassment. Merle's lips were red and slick with split, pulled back into a smug grin. He cocked an eyebrow at his brother's panting form, as if to ask, "Problem?"

Truthfully, Merle loved seeing his baby brother this way, desperate and wanting. Wanting him. Teasing his brother like this came as naturally as breathing. He trailed his fingertips up through the light hairs coating the inside of Daryl's thigh, and grinned when he trembled violently. His brother was a virgin, in the purest sense of the word, and sensitive to even the smallest of touches. To Merle, it was thrilling. He'd always enjoyed the way Daryl prattled after him like a kicked puppy when they were kids, obedient to a fault. But being in between his brother's legs was an even headier type of power.

"Merle," Daryl croaked out hoarsely, brokenly, and Merle leered at him.

His fingertips gently stroked Daryl's twitching and tightening sack. "What's wrong, Darleena?" Daryl just stared at him vulnerably, cock throbbing inches from quirked up, pouty lips. "Somethin' ya want?"

"Merle...c'mon..." Daryl whispered, marginally less hesitant now.

"That's right, baby brother. Know you want it. G'wan an' tell me," Merle drawled gleefully. A calloused hand wrapped loosely around the base of Daryl's cock, stroking upwards so lightly that his legs shook.

"Merle!" Daryl gasped when knowing fingers swirled around the tip, spreading the growing moisture. Merle was giddy with the pleading tone of his baby brother's voice. Daryl should have been frightened by the heated look in Merle's glazed-over eyes, disgusted even. But he could feel his heartbeat in the pulsing of his cock and he just wanted to come so fucking badly that he didn't have a choice but to stoop even lower.

"Thatta'boy, you beg for it. Tell me ya want it." A large hand rolled and fondled his balls, while another stroked his length firmly, paying special attention to the red, swollen head.

Daryl twisted from side to side, finding it increasingly difficult to remain still. Hair damp with sweat, he could no longer hold in his desperate moans when Merle's began to gently tongue the underside of his throbbing length.

"Merle, please!" he moaned and begged through the shame. "Please, please..."

And Merle took pity on his little brother, because the boy deserved it. This was an apology after all. Abruptly, Daryl felt white-hot wetness encompass him again, his body arching up off the bed at the feeling. He felt the head of his cock nudge the back of his big brother's throat, and the intensity of it all had him bucking uncontrollably. Even Merle's strong hands couldn't suppress the jerking, trembling wreck he'd become.

Daryl felt rough fingers tug gently at his nuts, and opened his eyes once more. The gesture was meant to grab his attention, not cause pain. Though Merle might not have minded it the other way around. Daryl's cool blue eyes met his brother's identical pair, and briefly, Daryl thought this must be what love is like. He loved his brother for doing this for him. And with Merle's lips wrapped tightly around his cock, he thought his brother must love him right on back.

Merle could taste the increasing presence of saltiness on the back of his tongue, and new his baby brother was close. Given that this was his first time and all, he was proud the boy had managed to hold on this long. So pulling out his most dazzling trick, Merle wedged Daryl's cock as far down his throat as it could get, then swallowed.

And when Daryl felt Merle's throat muscles flutter around his length, he lost it. His entire body bowed rigid, then shook. And then he was coming, coming, coming down Merle's throat, calling out his big brother's name so loudly that it echoed against the concrete walls. Merle milked him for everything he had, massaging his balls and working his tongue into his slit until his cock jerked uselessly inside his mouth.

For several moments, Daryl sat splayed out and naked on the bed, panting harshly and twitching every now and then with the aftershocks. He vaguely recognized his brother climbing back up onto the bunk to sit at his side, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. A few minutes more and he felt familiar paws rubbing gently at the back of his neck, beckoning him to open his eyes.

And Daryl did, obedient as always, watching his brother watch him.

"Y'alright, Darleena?" Merle asked him, with a gentleness he wasn't accustomed to.

Daryl nodded mutely, acutely unsure of what to say. Merle bobbed his head in response, and began to stand up off the bed, but Daryl's hand shot out to hook into his collar, pulling him back in a fit of panic the likes of which he rarely experienced.

Merle eyed him expectantly, waiting for an explanation.

And though Daryl was quite sure that Merle would reject him, call him a pussy, any of the usual suspects, he said the words anyways. "Stay," he whispered roughly, then after a beat, "Please?"

And for all the times Daryl had done exactly as his big brother asked, Merle didn't deny him this one, small thing. He kicked off his boots and lay back on the bunk, with Daryl soon curled contentedly around his side, sandwiched by his brother and the solid wall. Perfectly safe.