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Mac shifts as he starts waking up feeling sweltering heat blistering his body and grunts moving more. A growl rumbles against his own chest from Daryl and popping his eyes open he looks down seeing how close him and Daryl were. Flipping Daryl over on his back while he's still asleep his arms fall wide his hair tossled. Shifting and pushing his body up as he climbs to his knees Mac looked his brother over shaking his head.

Mac didn't consider what him and Daryl had as some queer shit. Yeah they were both men and brothers at that, fuckin' twins but somethings couldn't be explained. He didn't care to question it or explain it. It was what it fuckin' was. They were grown ass men who the fuck could or would question their decisions anyways.

Daryl groaned catching his attention. Letting his eyes go back the man in front of him he leaned over him slapping his face to wake him up. Daryl grunted his eyes springing open, dazed. He glowered at Mac as he shifted pulling his arms under his head and gripping the head-board roughly. Mac watched the strain on his forearms feeling the heat burn through his blood. Those same hands had done as he said and held Rick down as he took what he wanted from the man. Never letting Rick have the upper hand or giving him the relief he craved, Daryl's touch. Mac wasn't about to share his brother and he showed it more ways than one last night. Rick had been thoroughly fucked and used up.

Daryl set up his body bumping into Mac's. Mac sneered at the smell on him and felt like hitting his brother. He didn't have his normal scent on him or even Mac's like he usually would. No he smelled of another man and the thought had his anger and blood running hot. Daryl was his and for him to smell like another man was just fuckin' unacceptable in every way possible.

Daryl shifted off the bed with a groan as his bones cracked and popped, "Why the fuck did you slap me?"

"Wake up call." Mac snapped.

Daryl raised his eyebrow at his tone but moved from the room. Mac wasn't far behind his temper not letting Daryl get away from him completely. Daryl stepped into the bathroom kicking the door shut behind him as he went. Mac moved through the house grabbing up the shit he knew Daryl would be after as soon as that door opened.

Daryl stepped out still not having pulled clothes on and walked into his room not glancing at Mac. He jerked his drawers open and started rifling through them jerking out clothes as he went. Mac snorted at the door watching him.

"Something bothering you?"

Daryl looked up but he just glared before going back to what he was doing. Mac smiled already having an idea what had ruffled his brothers feathers. Mac walked by him sniffing him as he went, "You smell...cheap."

Daryl stormed from the room Mac following him. Daryl was in the shower by the time Mac stepped into the room and he was cursing under his breath. Mac smiled knowing Daryl was pissed for getting drunk and letting shit happen last night that would have never happened had he been sober. Mac jerked his boxers off and stepped in the shower with Daryl not bothering to ask. Daryl didn't look at him or acknowledge him the only sign he was aware of Mac's presence was the slight tensing of his back.

Mac shook his head ignoring his bodies reaction to Daryl's own body so close to his slick with water and suds. He was pissed at him and refused to act on what he knew they both wanted. He was pissed that Daryl made him lose his control, mad that Rick was in their goddamn house. IN their bed. With them. That Rick had touched him in any goddamn way. Shaking his and clenching his jaw he furiously washed his body ignoring the man next to him completely.

Daryl side eyed him and Mac sneered turning away and getting in the water. Two could play that goddamn game if that's what he wanted to do. Mac for the most part hadn't been fuckin' around with other people. He never slept with other men. Always just Daryl. There was women every so often more Mac than Daryl, but fuck Daryl. Daryl brushed past him stepping out of the shower and exiting the room quickly. He could taste his brothers anxiety in the air but gave no fucks right now.

The day had passed by with both of them tense and not talk to each other. If one walked in the room the other was quick to make a fast retreat. Daryl was pointedly avoiding him and it was starting to piss Mac the fuck off. He was mad yeah but his brothers avoidance was only adding fuel to the fire. Why the fuck was he avoiding him?

A knock at the door had Mac stepping out of his room and moving towards the livingroom. He heard Daryl talking to someone and picked his pace up. IF it was Rick he was going to take his fuckin' head off. He told him last night that it was a one time thing and he fuckin' meant it. Stepping into the room the same time Daryl swung the door wide he was met with the image of Tara. She was all smiles and sex appeal. It wasn't the first time Mac had fucked around with her not by a long shot but it was the first time she had shown up here with both brothers were madder than fuck.

Daryl walked out of the room without a backwards glance to either of them. He was in the kitchen and he could hear the clatter and bang of shit as he moved around. Oh he was pissed.

Tara smiled up at him and shut the door, "Everything okay?"

Mac eyed her, "Fine."

The gruffness in his voice warned her away from pursuing the line of questioning any further. Collapsing to the couch and watching the light fade outside she came over and set by him her hand sliding up his thigh. She was talking low to him leaning into his side about the time Daryl burst from the kitchen. His eyes connected with Mac's and he seen the spark of anger and defiance blazing bright as ever in his eyes. Mac got a sick feeling in his stomach at the gleam in his brothers eyes and the mean smirk on his mouth.

"SO what do you say Mac?" Tara purred. Mac looked down at her briefly at the same time her eyes found Daryl "You wanna come Daryl?"

Daryl eyed her with mirth, "No...I've got plans."

Without a word he turned walking from the room not looking at Mac again. At Daryl's words Mac identified the sick feeling in his gut. Fuckin' Rick Grimes. If Daryl wasn't with him he usually went drinking with Rick or some fuckin' shit. This usually happened when he was out with women. He'd be goddamned. Fuck that. Lurching to his feet and dumping Tara off his lap he moved to the door of the hallway.

"Where you goin' Mac?"

"I'll meet you there Tara. Family shit first."

She stood up and moved to him, "I can tell y'all are fighting...fix it. IT's weird seeing him mad at you."

Mac moved down the hall hearing the door shut behind Tara as she left the house. Mac growled and pushed Daryl's door open not waiting on his brother to answer. Daryl turned eyeing him as he stood across the room. Mac snarled moving towards him quickly but Daryl side-stepped him shaking his head. Reaching for him again Daryl moved quickly and was out the door leaving Mac to look after him. Mac moved fast and was out the door catching him in the hall with his arm around his torso.

Daryl jerked trying to break his hold and Mac growled pulling him back against his body. Daryl bare back slammed into his chest knocking the breath from the pair of them as Daryl struggled. Mac grunted slamming Daryl forward and into the wall pinning him in place, "Quit goddamn fighting me." Mac snapped.

"Fuck you." Daryl snarled.

Mac used his hips to pin him in place and grabbed him by the throat forcing his face sideways and against the wall. Daryl growled and bucked Mac off him knocking him back. Daryl spun glaring at him and Mac growled at the look in his eyes.

"Get the fuck out Mac. Go do whatever it is the fuck you do." Daryl snapped. "I got shit to do."

Mac felt his temper rising at the thought of Daryl being around Rick again and moved forward. Knocking Daryl back into the wall again his hands went to the button on his jeans jerking them open and down his hips roughly. Mac grabbed his shoulders and spun him till he was facing the wall. Daryl jerked away from him again and Mac snarled his grip becoming bruising against his brother's skin marking him.

"Get the fuck off me bastard." Daryl barked.

Mac leaned in to him his breath fanning through Daryl's wispy hair, "Shut your mouth or I'ma fuck it."

Daryl groaned and Mac sunk his hand into his hair jerking Daryl head back and to the side exposing his throat. Mac bite roughly into the straining tendon there and Daryl jerked against him his palms flattening out on the wall. Mac finished jerking Daryl's pants down and they fell heavily to the floor leaving his brother bare in front of him. Mac kicked stance wider and let his hand slide down the front of Daryl's body through the smattering of chest hair down to his happy trail. His hand tensing and kneading the muscles as his rough hand glided over it make Daryl jerk with each motion.

"This what you wanted? Wanted me to get mad? Make me fuck right here and remind you whose you are." Mac hissed in his ear.

Daryl groaned his head dropping forward the same time Mac's hand closed around his cock. Mac bit into his shoulder his hand working Daryl up but backing off before he could get release. Daryl hissed through clenched teeth each time blowing out a heavy breath. Mac chuckled his tongue soothing the bite mark on his brothers shoulder.

Stepping back and releasing his hold on his brother he started working his own belt open. Daryl was breathing deeply his forehead leaned into the wall his palms flat against the wall as he waited for Mac. Mac let his jeans fall free from his body about the time Daryl looked over his shoulder his eyes sparking again. Mac growled but wasn't fast enough before his brother was down the hall.

Stalking after him not in the mood to fuck around anymore he kicked the door open and eyed Daryl. He was setting on the bed his eyes bright and his lips parted as he looked at him his tongue peeking out to slide along his lower lip. Mac moved towards him his need to claim and mark Daryl over running his current mindset.

Knocking Daryl onto his back he pulled him further up in the bed and pinning him in place as he straddled him. Daryl met his eyes and the hunger was reflected their reassuring Mac. Daryl was searching his face and eyes his nervous energy returning to him like usual. Mac leaned down his mouth next to Daryl's ear, "Hold on to the bars. If you let go I will punish you."

Daryl's hands gripped the bars tightly making his biceps and forearms strain. Mac let his tongue slide along Daryl's throat before biting down and marking him again. He repeated the process up and down, up and down each nip, lick, and bite making Daryl groan and lift his hips searching for Mac. "Hold still" Mac snapped his hand spanning Daryl's throat and applying pressure as he moved his body down lower over Daryl's. He grunted his cock sliding next to Daryl's the feeling almost unbearable with how hard he was.

Daryl's jaw clenched and he hissed through his teeth at the contact causing Mac to chuckle as he loomed large over his brother. Daryl eyed him his eyes searching again before dropping to his mouth. Just as fast as he moved his hand from Daryl's throat his mouth slammed into his brothers. Both fighting for dominance with neither willing to relent. Mac smiled into the kiss feeling Daryl's teeth biting hard on his lower lip he groaned and slid his hand between them grabbing ahold of Daryl's cock. Daryl's hips jerked upwards with the contact and he thrust into Mac's hand.

Tearing his mouth from Daryl's he growled and licked blood from his split lip. "Fuckin' asshole."

Daryl's eyes blazed, "Fuck you."

Mac grabbed one of his arms and jerked it down the bed, "Prepare yourself for me." He snarled leaned back and watching. Gripping his own dick not letting go of Daryl's he synced his hands working them both just enough to keep them hard but not get them off. Daryl followed his command as Mac knelt on the bed pushing his legs wider apart with his own legs. Daryl followed his lead letting his legs fall further apart and Mac panted watching his brothers hungry and searching fingers preparing himself for him.

Releasing Daryl's cock he spit into his hand and let it slide along his cock as he watched Daryl's fingers disappear. Panting he slapped his hands away and moved further between his legs. Daryl raised an eyebrow and Mac let a lascivious smile cross his face, "Your gonna watch whose fuckin' you."

Daryl grunted as Mac lined himself up with him not warning before he pushed through the tight ring of muscles. Mac didn't slow down but instead angled his hips just right to hit Daryl's prostate on each stroke. Daryl blinked panting as he tightened his grip on the bars above his head keeping Mac from jarring him further up in the bed. Mac snarled his mouth claiming Daryl's again feeling the intense heat his brother had to offer him claiming and burning him up inside.

Daryl pulled away from his hand tangling in Mac's hair causing Mac to raise up and look at him, "What I tell you?!" He snapped.

Daryl glared at him tightening his grip on him and Mac smiled leaning down but Daryl jerked his hair hard bearing Mac's throat to him. His mouth closed over his pulse point and Daryl bite down hard sucking at the same time. No doubt leaving a nasty mark on him for everyone to see. Mac groaned his hips picking up their pace snapping harder into Daryl causing him to lift his body more and more.

"Put your goddamn hands back on the bars Daryl." Mac snapped.

Daryl shook his head, "No."

Mac moved fast and flipped Daryl before he could move or react he was on his stomach. Mac used his weight to pin his brother down and grabbed up rifle strap hanging over the headboard and tying Daryl's hands behind his back. Daryl jerked against his restraints making his entire body tense and the muscles roll with anger.

Mac gripped his ass and was back inside him without warning. Daryl groaned his name roughly followed by curses as he pushed back meeting him. Mac's hand cracked harder than ever before against his brothers bare body making Daryl jerk and clench hard around him. Mac groaned repeating the process enjoying the tightening of Daryl's muscles with each hit. Hit, thrust, repeat. Mac moved like it was the last thing in the world to do, like it was the only thing to do.

Daryl tensed his groaning and breathing deepening, "Gonna cum Mac."

Mac planted his hands on each side of Daryl's head his knees spreading and forcing Daryl wider so he would take more of him. Slowing his pace he pulled back till he was just seated in him and slid back in torturesly slow making them both blow out a heavy breath. Mac hissed with each meeting of their bodies feeling Daryl's body coil around him as he neared his orgasm.

"Fuck Mac." Daryl moaned his body jerking harshly as he groaned through his orgasm.

Mac's forehead rested at the base of Daryl's neck as he bit down thrusting one last time before his release crashed through him draining him completely. Mac jerked the rifle strap releasing Daryl's arms just before he collapsed on him making him take his weight as he got his breath back. Mac wasn't sure how long he laid there before Daryl shifted knocking him to the side and let out a breath.

Landing on his back Daryl rolled his head to the side still on his stomach and eyed Mac. "How mad are you?"

Mac chuckled, "It aint happening again."

Daryl licked his bruised lips and shook his head, "Aint wanting it to happen again."

Mac raised an eyebrow his mind going back to Daryl's snappish responses about plans. He seen amusement in Daryl's eyes and realized he'd been played. He ran his mouth to intentionally to get him worked up. Mac let his eyes travel over Daryl's now bruised and marked body and realization slammed into him harshly. Daryl needed to reassured that things were okay between them and this was the only way he knew how. Neither one liked talking about shit but this..they could do this. They understood each other this way and it was a way to know if they were okay.

Daryl's eyes started closing slightly and he gave a lazy smile, "Tara's gonna be mad if you keep her waiting much longer Mac."

Mac chuckled watching him fight sleep, "Wouldn't be the first time your ass has literally kept her waiting." Daryl hummed in the back of his throat but didn't say anything letting his eyes close. Mac raised up groaning as his body fought the movement wanting to stay in bed with his brother but knowing Daryl was close to sleep. He was to keyed up for sleep so he moved from the bed jerking the blanket up and over Daryl's sprawled and relaxed form. Part of the him the jealous and murderous part was glad Daryl had baited him cause he knew his brother would knock out and he'd sleep till he got back. He wouldn't be out with Rick and Mac wouldn't have to worry about the man trying anything. He'd hate to kill a cop but he fuckin' would.

Mac leaned over smoothing Daryl's longer hair from his face as he slept something he'd never done while he'd ever been awake. Mac let out a breath and walked to the bathroom to clean up before taking of. His mind drifted to the way Tara always watched Daryl and he smirked shaking his head she was hot for it. She'd been eye fucking him earlier and like always Daryl didn't pay her a bit of attention. He only ever noticed when Mac's eyes were on him, always able to tell when his brother was looking at him.

Mac climbed out of the shower wrapping the towel around his waist and walking to his room. Getting dressed he walked back down the hall checking on Daryl finding him the same place as before. His arm was outstretched though las if searching for something, his hand gripping the sheet. His arm was laying over the area Mac had laid not to long ago.

Mac walked further into the room waking him before he left, "I'm out of here."

Daryl groaned and shifted rolling on to his back his head falling back exposing his marks to Mac. He smiled looking him over and Daryl huffed, "Fucker. You comin' back?"

Mac met his eyes and seen the worry there. "Yea I'll be back."

Daryl relaxed and his eyes cleared and Mac felt more than seen his brother calm in front of him. They'd be alright. They always were and always would be.