AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys, thanks for reading! Here's an update. Funny enough I've had readers from my other fic "Tipping the Scales" tell me they have trouble with this fic because they're so used to reading Paul and Reggie the other way I wrote them. Sorry!

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I could only remember trying with all my might to avoid full-blown crying that night after the news ended. My body had gone rigid against Reggie, tears slipping past my eyes and on to Reggie's shirt as I hid my face in his chest. Crying always left me a target for Paul, the minute he saw tears he couldn't help but mess with me. As Paul stood up from the recliner, it felt like ice water was thrown down my spine. The click and squeak of the gears being pushed back in to place was the only warning I got that he was coming for me.

He came to grab me. I remembered the last time Paul had hauled me up to his room while I was crying. The sadistic asshole couldn't get enough. As he reached for me, I'd dreaded the long night ahead of me. But, before Paul could lay his fingers on me, Reggie spoke up.

"I need an errand run."

Reggie raised the topic nonchalantly, continuing to pet me as if I were one of the little cat Pokémon who oftentimes wandered up to him during his shows. Paul wasn't pleased with the turn of events. From behind me his eyes had snapped up from my quivering shoulders to meet his older brother's.

"You need it done right now?"

Reggie reached his hand in to the pocket of his shirt, grabbing the list and holding it out for Paul to take.

"Had you done them yesterday we wouldn't be having this conversation." Reggie rebutted. "Now go on, shoo. Go do your chores."

"I'm seventeen, Reggie."

"And when you're eighteen you can either pay me rent, or just do the chores I give you. The Pokémon need food for the morning. I wrote down everything else I need on there, too. Go."

There was a displeased grimace, but Paul took the list from his older brother.

"You could have said something before I sat down to watch T.V." Paul told his brother snidely, knowing that he had to make sure he got everything before the stores closed that night. "For fucks sake."

Reggie didn't pay any mind to the aggressive complaints coming from Paul. If anything, he was quite content with himself.

"Should have done it yesterday, then." He dismissed. "You know, when I first asked you."

"Don't talk to me like I'm a kid."

The knot in my stomach eased a bit as I could hear Paul walking away, my eyes squeezed shut as I kept my face buried in Reggie's chest. There was the scuff and shuffle of Paul's sneakers on the floor as he grabbed the van keys, his jacket and his wallet. Paul bid him goodbye and the front door shut.

"He'll be gone for a little." Reggie promised me, giving the crown of my head a gentle peck. "You can come out."

I wearily lifted my head off his chest and looked up at him. Reggie appraised my large brown and watery eyes, bringing his thumb to my cheeks to wipe away the tears that began to trail down my skin.

"You know better than to cry around Paul." He told me, knowing first-hand how much his brother took advantage of it. "He has a mean streak in him."

"You're one to talk."

I glowered a bit up at Reggie. He caught what I was implying. With a quirk of the mouth, he picked up my bandaged wrists gently and held them up so that I could see them.

"You make me do this." He reminded me. " You have it pretty good here. All I ask is that you cooperate, I don't know how else I can get it that through to you."

I couldn't look him the eye. How did he really think everything he was doing was normal? When I broke eye contact with Reggie, his lips expression fell flat.

"Look at me, Ash."

Refusing an order was testing my luck, but Reggie was the one who often had patience to spare. Except, I then found myself with my tender wrists being squeezed. He squeezed my wounds with increasing pressure until I had no choice but to shudder in pain and yelp, forced in to doing as Reggie wanted. When I looked up at him, he hadn't completely shifted back to his "usual" self.

His face reverted back to his usual expression, one that at first glance left little to worry. His eyes, however... they were scary. That cold stare betrayed his face. It made him look so much more like Paul.

"You're ours now." He reminded me seriously. "Don't fight it anymore."

As I gave him a look comparable to pet having been scolded, eyes cast up with nose pointed down in intimidation, the violet-haired man's eyes softened. It was like night and day.

"You're such a cute little pet." He praised me. "Barry had nothing on you."

Obviously, the compliment did not hold nearly as much flattery as it did horror. All I'd ever known about Barry was that he'd been the "house pet" prior to my arrival, but I was always scared to ask Reggie exactly what had happened to him. I could only assume one thing given that neither Paul, or Reggie, had been visited by any law enforcement. If Barry was still around to talk, surely, he would have done so upon "leaving", as Reggie always put it.

"… did you not like Barry?"

" He wasn't anything special. Paul didn't care for Barry once we'd taken him in, he was far less obedient than you are."

"Then why did you take him in?"

The way I phrased the kidnapping pleased Reggie. I'd learned the hard way not to accuse him of human trafficking. So, instead of holding Barry against his will, Reggie had ever so kindly "taken him in" like a stray.

"Barry was Paul's biggest fan when Paul decided he wanted to keep him, but that went out the window quickly." He explained, "I went through all that trouble...a shame about him. We thought we had him trained, but he just had to run off that night."

Reggie noticed the fear surfacing in my eyes, my irises pointed up at him and watching carefully. My guilty conscience amused him. He leaned in to toy with my hair, talking to me so sweetly.

"We almost didn't catch him in time, you know. Barry made it to the woods that evening. Of course, Paul caught up to him... Barry was screaming something awful as Paul hauled him back."

Fingers began creeping up my back, almost playfully walking them along the bumps in my spine. Goosebumps broke over my skin, almost paralyzing me as I held on to the dangerous unraveling of Reggie's story.

"He was screaming like we were going to kill him." He stated, fingers coming up towards the back of my neck. "… maybe he was on to something. Paul did lose his patience that day."

The back of my neck was grabbed abruptly tight and Reggie forced me to look directly at him with our lips just barely touching one another's. I didn't realize that I was crying again until I registered the sensation of my eyes burning. I just sat there in stunned silence at what he'd just told me.

Barry was dead, they had killed him. He admitted it.

"...But, then you came along."

"I'm just Barry's replacement."

"No, not necessarily. I quite like your company, actually. So, don't give Paul a reason to take you away from me."

I wanted to scream how fucked up the whole situation was, but I could only attempt to fight back the growing lump in my throat that was choking me where Reggie's fingers were still placed.

"I-I don't want to die."

"I don't want that either. So, be good, even if it's just for me."

The ominous warning was sealed with kiss, Reggie fully pressing his mouth on mine. He didn't force me in to the kiss as his tongue slipped past his lips to my mouth, I found myself giving in naturally. I couldn't help it. He was still Reggie. When he could, he made me feel good. When it was just us... well, I could almost pretend that my world didn't end at a locked door and instead I was just with the man I'd naively fallen in love with.

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"Get up."

I guess Paul was bored and angry that night when he came back. Reggie had put me down to sleep in his bed just an hour prior to his arrival. After leaving everything he'd gone and fetched for Reggie on the downstairs table, Paul came in to grab me right off the mattress. Reggie was putting everything away downstairs, too far away to know Paul's large hands literally ripping me from my sleep.

"I said get up."

Paul gave me just a moment to adjust to being awake, only enough to see me blink before hoisting me over his broad shoulder as if I were a sack of Pokémon feed that his brother had him just pick up from the store. He didn't care that I was still half asleep as he walked out of the room. Groggily coming to, I realize he was taking me to his bedroom. In a few minutes I'd be missing the quiet of Reggie's bedroom.

Without ceremony, Paul kicked his bedroom door shut and dropped me on to his bed covers. The drop itself was worse than impromptu wake up call, my stomach dropping with the motion as I became alert. Looking up, Paul was the first thing in view.

"Good, you're awake." he greeted me lowly, like he couldn't have given a shit less. "Get undressed. Now."

Sitting up, I silently obeyed. I lifted my shirt off of my body, the pet collar around my neck getting caught on it briefly. It was the big silver ring on the front... it came in handy for tying me up and pulling me around, but otherwise was a nuisance. I tossed the shirt aside with a gentle hand after having briefly panicked in the delay because Paul wasn't a patient person. He stood in front of me, looming. My eyes met his, and then his darted down to the small briefs I'd been wearing.

Taking what I believed was a cue, I reached for my underwear. But, Paul interjected swiftly. He yanked them off of me by the elastic waistband, instead. The force of it knocked me down, my back to the bedspread that had been freshly washed that morning by Reggie.

Paul's sweats fell to the ground after he stripped himself of his black shirt, exposing his large sculpted torso. A lump formed in my throat at the bulge formed between his legs, his underwear doing nothing to conceal how well-endowed he was. It was routine... but I could never shake off the feeling of dread that came over me when he honed in on me.

Especially when it was just the two of us alone.

My ankles were swallowed by his large hands as he dragged me down to the edge of the bed, promptly flipping me over on to my stomach. I'd already braced myself for pop of a lotion or lube bottle, then the vice-like grip to take ahold of my ass cheeks, prying them open so he could enter me... but that didn't happen. The room was just quiet for a second. I dared to lift my head up to see what the stall was, but it only took me lifting about half an inch to feel that Paul's head was right behind mine. His hand made contact with my ass, squeezing tightly as I flinched.

"Startle you?"

"I didn't know you were so close..."

"Nothing you're not used to."

I was staring at the bedcovers as he pressed in to me, trying to let my mind go somewhere else. He didn't make it easy for me to slip away. The way he penetrated me...

"AH!"

"You're always so fucking tight."

From behind me, Paul was starting where our bodies were connected. My asshole held him with a vice grip, throbbing with my pulse. He clenched the fleshy mounds of my ass, holding them further apart. I whimpered at the tension he created along my intimate skin, almost like he'd rip me in half.

"You gonna cry again?"

The hairs along the back of my neck stood up on end at his dark inquiry. I had no answer for him, but he saw clear as day the way my spine locked up. In response, I was hit with his first thrust. I wasn't ready for it, nor was I ready for any of the ones that followed.

There wasn't enough lubricant to ease the friction of his cock inside me. He hadn't prepared me at all. My only reassurance was I knew with time I'd open up for him. For the time being, Paul wanted to make me a miserable as possible. He drove himself in to me, right to the hilt. His pelvis hit my ass in a harsh, consistent rhythm. I was in pain, but I could live with it. What I couldn't live with, was how quickly my body began reacting to him.

The swollen tip of his cock rubbed my sweet spot, drawing me in despite how much I had no desire to be where I was. The bed creaked, almost like a reminder of exactly what was taking place. My erection stood straight from my hips with Paul stimulating my prostate. That was when my shame always set in the hardest. I was being raped, yet there I was itching to be relieved of an arousal I hadn't any interest in.

"You always come around." Paul taunted me. "You can't help yourself."

"You sure it's not the other way around?"

Neither Paul or I had heard his bedroom door click open. Paul didn't bother looking over his shoulder, knowing his brother was standing in the doorway. There were no boundaries between them... at all. Or, at least none that I'd ever witnessed.

"Whatever, Reggie."

"Hm."

Reggie laughed briefly, just a chortle. Seconds later he was walking in and taking a seat at Paul's desk, swiveling the chair around to watch us. One leg crossed over the other, Reggie watched his teenage brother go to town on me. The brothers watched me try and fight off my oncoming orgasm, both amused for their own reasons. Paul's was obvious. Reggie's...

"Be a good boy, Ash." Reggie coaxed. "Let it happen."

When I couldn't fight it anymore, I came. Embarrassingly enough, I came before Paul. I'd been certain he was right there with me with his grunting... but nope. I collapsed in to my own mess along the covers, Paul readjusting my ass to prop it up. Reggie began unbuttoning his shirt, eyes set on Paul. Barely able to pick up my head, I saw as the older brother approached us. Specifically, he approached Paul.

"It's been a while since we've gotten close, hasn't it?"

"Better that way." He bit back matter of factly, ready to tear back in to me.

"Now, I don't think so."

Reggie caressed my back, moving down to my buttocks as he kissed along Paul's neck.

"I've let you keep pets and all of a sudden it's like you've forgotten about your big brother." Paul was scolded. "I don't think that's very fair."

"…"

Paul's hands were guided off of me, his older brother tugging him to sit at the edge of the bed. I rolled over on to my back, sitting up and wiping sweat from my face. Reggie was tilting Paul's chin to look at him. He leaned in, kissing Paul on the mouth.

"I gave you your first orgasm, don't forget who was here first."

It was silent for a second and Reggie leaned in for another kiss before crawling over Paul and taking a seat in his lap. Caressing down his younger brother's chest to the unsatisfied erection between them, Reggie made what he wanted very clear.

"I think it's time we let Ash get back to bed. I'm overdue for some time with you. "

I didn't go back to bed after leaving Paul's room, not that Reggie probably cared. Instead, I was sitting at the bottom of the shower letting the water rain down on me. My first intention had been to clean up, but at a distance I could hear Reggie and Paul going at it. I slumped down to the cold shower floor, burying my face in to my knees.

"I can't believe I'm jealous..."

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