At two in the morning the day after he'd gotten the call from California he found himself back in the airport waiting for his brother. He would be forced to take his brother back to his house, which was definitely to small for one more person whether it is a baby or a one hundred year old. He would have to get a job, add classes to the weekends, and budget food for the two of them. He couldn't even try to lie to himself; the first few months would be pure hell.

He saw the plane coming to land and already could feel a deep feeling of protection mixed with a wish for his mom to be here, to help him, and guide him. He missed his mom. He needed his mom.

The passengers of his brother's flight walked out of the doors for what seemed to be hours when he finally saw the men in black suits carrying a baby.

They approached him asking, "Are you Flynn Johnson?"

"Yes I am," Flynn replied irritably.

"Great. In case you forgot this is you brother, Jonathon," said the man holding the child.

"Yes I know that. It is hard to forget your siblings."

"Fine, whatever. I'm just here to make sure you keep the shit safe," he gave Jonathon to Flynn and went back through the passage.

Flynn walked to the car with his brother and put him in the backseat, head towards the front. He then climbed into the front seat and turned the ignition. He slowly crept out of the parking spot. He now despised cars. It was their fault his mom and sister were dead. He pulled onto the road and drove down the road. It took about ten minutes for him to return home and an additional five pulling Jonathon out of the car. He opened the door, walking in Jonathon threw a fit. Screaming, punching, kicking, you name it he was doing it. Flynn didn't know what to do. He told him to be quiet, he fed him a bottle, he even covered him to bed, no ends to his screams.

"What is that smell?" he asked himself. "That's it!"

He put the baby on a changing table and ripped the diaper of. It looked like he hadn't pooped in days, or hadn't been changed. He grabbed a new diaper and put it on his brother after putting the dirty one in the diaper genie. That made Jonathon stop crying right away.

After school the next day Flynn retrieved his younger brother from the day care and took him home. He loved this baby with his whole heart but his house was just too small. He put him in the crib and called Henry.

"Well Flynn you accepted the baby. It isn't like you can just dump him at an adoption center," Henry explained to Flynn.

"I know but its not like I have a mom or sister to get crap off my chest, I mean seriously you're the only person I have left."

"I know," Henry drifted off, "but why'd you take him if you knew you couldn't afford to have him around?"

"He's my brother, and I am not about to leave in a god damned orphanage to be abused and neglected. It just isn't right."

"I understand, but I could find him a good orphanage in about two hours," again Henry drifted. On the other end of the line Henry's face cheered up, "What if you moved in with me?"

"What? Henry I wish we could but I can't do that to you," Flynn proclaimed, dismally.

"Why not I have a two room apartment and more than enough living space," Henry was trying his damnedest to persuade the black haired boy.

"Henry we just started a relationship and we don't have a symbol for what would be our child."

"Flynn, pack your shit now. You will move here and I will make us a fucking symbol. I am damn tired of us arguing your 'marrying' me and we're making a damn symbol," Henry demanded.

"Fine," Flynn said, admitting to himself that he was very excited.

Henry was different from his eight-year old self; Flynn had grown to love (secretly though). Now Henry was taking control and was dominant, and Flynn couldn't wait to be taken control of, to find out what it would be like to explore a warm hole. His bags were packed and he, along with his brother, was ready to go. Henry's home was an hour from the shit hole Flynn had used to live in.

"Hello Flynn," Henry said as he let them into the house.

"Hi Henry. You have become more and more dominant. The truth is it turns me on. A lot," Flynn said.

Together the two unpacked the bags and returned Jonathon to the guest room. Flynn placed Jonathon in the crib but he wasn't given the chance to walk out himself. Henry grabbed Flynn's shoulders and twisted him around, kissing his lips and gaining entrance to Flynn's mouth, "Are you ready for that symbol?"

Henry pushed the young man to the bed, kissing to implement distractions. Henry grabbed Flynn's shirt and ripped it off, breaking their fierce tongue wrestling only for seconds before continuing again. Slowly Henry kissed down Flynn's neck leaving hickeys everywhere. His hand reached up and played with the nipples, that had become hard during the kissing. Flynn moaned very loudly making Jonathon wake up and begin crying.

Flynn began to get up but Henry pushed him back down and began fondling him for the second time. He kissed all the way to Flynn's pants and unbuttoned them with his mouth. The zipper was much easier, but Henry zipped it up and down a few time to make Flynn harder. Henry finally ripped the underwear off and planted kisses all the way around his penis.

"Damn you Henry," Flynn mad the sentence longer with his moans of joy. "Just start sucking already."

Complying Henry licked him from the neck to dick. When he reached the hard mass of Flynn he licked it length. At the super sensitive head he flicked his tongue on it multiple times, driving Flynn crazy. Finally Henry took the whole thing in his mouth, using his tongue he licked up and down on Flynn's cock until Flynn very loudly moaned Henry's name. Henry stopped and stripped himself as he requested Flynn give up his ass. Flynn did as asked and was surprised when Henry licked his virgin manhole. Henry despised the taste but since Flynn liked it he licked for a few more minutes. When Henry could take the flavor no more he dove his penis straight in. Flynn cried in pain and joy as Henry hit his prostrate right away. Henry pulled in and out many time before both finally climaxed on Henry's only sheets.

"Henry, I love you," Flynn said exhausted.

"Flynn, I love you too," Henry said.

"Henry, will you marry me and raise Jonathon, no longer my brother, but my baby forever?"

"Yes I will."