Chapter I

The next few months followed the same pattern. On school nights Riley would leave after Granddad went to bed and come back some time in the early morning. On weekends, Riley would leave at the same time but not come back 'til Saturday afternoon, well before Granddad would begin to get suspicious. Huey on the other hand was well beyond just starting to get suspicious. His brother's behavior was odd and out of character, his grades weren't anything to brag about but he was bringing home B's and A-'s, much better than the D's and F's the 14 year old used to bring home. Granddad chalked it up to good parenting. Huey knew better though, it was probably whoever Riley was going to see every night. All Huey knew about them was that their name was "K". At least that's what Riley calls them. Huey didn't know if it was a guy or a girl, but he did know that this K person wasn't doing Riley's work for him. Riley would come in from school and make a B-line to the living room, not to play video games, but to study and do homework. It was kind of unnerving.

It wasn't until mid march that Huey started to question whether or not "K" was good for his brother's health. On one hand, whoever they were, they were having a positive effect on his brother, that much was evident in the way Riley lived. On the other hand...There were some nights when his brother wouldn't leave the house. Riley would sit up in his bed with his knees pulled up to his chin or lay curled up in a ball, the dog tags clenched securely in his hands. The aura of sadness, loss and loneliness that enveloped his brother those nights was potent enough that even Huey was affected.

A couple of days after Huey started to question things, one such night arose. It was late and Huey had just finished up in the bathroom. He made his way down the hall quickly, toweling his hair dry on the way to his room. Just as he put a hand on the doorknob, he heard his brother's voice from inside the room. There were tears in his tone.

"I dunno what I'm doing. He can't stand me. My own brother fucking hates my ass an' it's all my fault. I wish… K, I wish you were here… I wish I could be with you right now… Master…"

Huey froze. Master? What the hell was Riley talking about. Shaking his head and deciding that he had heard wrong, Huey schooled his features and walked into the room. He sat on the edge of his bed, drying his hair. Looking over at his brother he saw that Riley was trying to feint sleep, something he was terrible at, his body turned to face the window but most of his face hidden by the sheets and his pillow. Huey examined what of his brother's face he could see and without much trouble he found the tear tracks.

It was a few hours later when the thunder started to rumble in the distance. Huey stopped typing and made his way to his brother's side of the room in anticipation of what was coming. Sure enough as the first bolt touched down his brother yelped and sprang up in his bed, clutching the already prepared Huey, who had now become accustom to his little brother's fear. Shaking and half sleep, Riley clung to the form next to him unaware of who it was, uncaring of anything other than the comfort they provided him. Huey wrapped his arms around his little brother and held him close. Soon Riley let the comfort lead him into an uneasy slumber. Huey did not release him, experience had taught him that that was a bad idea, instead he held his brother tighter.

Unfortunately and like clockwork, Riley began to fidget and squirm in his sleep, his nightmare beginning. Huey said nothing, he simple held his brother, laying his head on Riley's as the boy started to murmur and whimper incoherently in his sleep.

I wonder what he's dreaming about… Probably the a world without fried chicken, rap and baggy jeans.

A small smirk made its way onto Huey's face but it quickly wiped away when his brother's words began to make sense.

"Huey… Please don't …. I need to tell…. Wait…."

Tears began to freely slide down Riley's face and he clutched Huey's shirt tighter.

He's dreaming…. About me?

As his brother's nightmare progressed, it slowly worked its self out. Riley began to whisper that name again.

"K… Oh god K, please more I-I… I need…"

A slight tint was making its way on to Riley's face the more he spoke. And as Riley interacted with the person in his dream Huey's face began to gain the same tint. Riley was pressed up against his leg, hard and unmistakable for anything else. Huey wished he could let Riley go and slip into his bed, forgetting all of this, but he couldn't, not until the thunder stopped.

Riley squirmed and whimpered but not in fear or unease. He still flinched and clung to Huey whenever thunder clashed but still he whispered. It wasn't until the thunder began to fade that Huey heard it.

"M-master please…. Please let me cum… I n-need to please…. I-I promise t-to be good."

Huey flinched. So I hadn't been hearing things. What's been happening to Riley? Why didn't I notice? No… No I noticed I just didn't do anything about it.

Huey held Riley closer and sighed, glaring darkly at the window.

He really wished it would stop raining.