A series of feminine little choking noises from the asshole in his grasp brought a grin to Luigi's lips as he unceremoniously hauled him into the back of the limo and slammed shut the sliding door that would prevent their driver from witnessing the terrible things that were about to transpire.
Just as well it was sound-proof, too, Luigi thought darkly to himself as he rounded on his brother with unrestrained vitriol in his glare, the aforementioned's eyes wide and brimming with frightful tears. He'd immediately scrambled away as soon as he'd been flung inside and now looked pretty pathetic all backed into the corner of the seat, practically plastered against the supple black leather. Soothing his injured throat with one hand, the younger Largo's gaze briefly flitted to the panic button just beneath the minibar- usually reserved for instant-regret nightclub catches or aggressively enthusiastic fans only- just to find his head forcibly snapped back in the opposite direction by the furious strike of Luigi.
"Don't you even dare think about it, cunt." said the elder in a dangerous tone, index finger hovering in a belittling manner right by Pavi's nose. A splatter of red had immediately burst forth upon contact, the blow undoubtedly busting Pavi's lip, and Luigi found the image of it smeared across that seemingly perma-smirking mask incredibly satisfying. Not more satisfying, however, than the fact he could tell just by the particular quirk around the eyebrows and tensing of his brother's jaw and neck tendons that he was doing anything but smiling.
The little fucker was scared shitless. And Luigi loved it.
To drag Pavi to his knees, right here and now, and force him to add spunk to the list of fluids clogging that slutty mouth of his was a temptation most powerful... but Luigi was fully intent on dragging this out. Just like his sweet little brother had dragged it out with him.
He struck Pavi again, harder, this time ripping from his lungs a sobbing little gasp. It took some moments for him to catch his breath while gingerly dabbing at his mouth, staining the cuff of his pristine lilac shirt, before he mustered up the gall to meet his brother's eye with a fluttering little laugh.
"Weeg- L-Luigi! It was, it was just a bit fun, hah?" Pavi implored with a nervous flourish of his hands and smiled up at the other. The blood clung between his teeth, not looking the slightest bit as cute as he was apparently trying to be.
What a fucking freak-show.
"You absolutely fucking sicken me, ya know that?" said Luigi with a snarl that quirked his upper lip as, with both hands, he ripped open the press-stud fastenings of his brother's waistcoat. The sheer fabric left little to the imagination; he could see all too clearly that Pavi's nipples were standing to attention, and the clinging, pearlescent purple shimmered with each laboured heave of his chest. Luigi had him completely cornered now, the hand braced on the top of the seat preventing the other from making a sudden lunge for the alarm.
A sharp turn of the vehicle had Pavi steadying himself with both hands planted at either side, and he looked up at Luigi with panic apparent in the marring of the mask's brows. With his available hand the elder cupped between his little brother's spread thighs, which reflexively twitched in response as a soft moan sounded through red lips, the face behind the mask relaxing into a heavy-lidded grin of delight. Of course he was already diamond hard.
"See what I mean? So fucking shameless." Luigi continued, fingers trailing up the tummy that was currently causing buttons and chiffon to strain slightly from the huge dish of pasta the little brat had shovelled in there earlier- all the while having the nerve to torment him, in front of their peers, to the point of madness. These touches seemed only to please Pavi further, which was incredibly fucking rude given he was currently being reprimanded, and the sweet little sighs soon warped into a strangled cry when Luigi snapped him out of his slutty reverie with an unforgiving twist of a nipple.
"Pay attention when I'm fucking speaking to you, you little prick!" Luigi barked, causing Pavi to flinch and swallow thickly. His fingers had not relented in their vice grip, and he could visibly see his brother's lips tremble in their effort to appear controlled as they stretched into a wider grin.
"Mmmmm!~ but Luigi~" he purred, pushing himself up in the seat so that he could kiss and slowly dip his crimson tongue between the elder's lips. Luigi faltered momentarily, freeing Pavi to then fling his arms around broad shoulders and pull him down, down into a stiflingly close embrace. "How can Pavi possibly listen when his'a big brother is being so- ah!- good to him?~"
Luigi knew this game, and he knew it well. He knew that exactly what Pavi wanted was to keep pushing and pushing until he snapped and ultimately gave him what he wanted- that being a good, rough, punishing fuck. It returned the wicked smirk to Luigi's face to know that what the slut completely failed to realise was that on this particular occasion he was seriously, seriously pissed off.
As in, pissed off to the point where he was getting a severe hankering to stab.
"Too fucking good, more like." he said more quietly, reigning back the beast for now. Pavi smiled, and Luigi slipped a hand around to the small of his back where he held the lithe body close to him, his back arching in delight with a giggle. They kissed, a clash of mouths that was tender and desperate and saw all traces of blood licked from Pavi's lips- along with more than a few moans and sighs of his beloved big brothers name- and brought them to GeneCo Tower in a notably more amiable state than when they'd left the restaurant. At least, as far as Pavi was concerned, judging by the coy, triumphant little smirk he gave as they made their way inside. Luigi returned it with a saucy smile of his own.
Let the cunt think this was just a game.
No sooner had they stepped inside their private elevator before Pavi resumed his sliming all over Luigi. He was horny as hell; admittedly the slapping had scared him at first, and for more than one chilling moment he thought he'd find a knife sliding between his ribs, but as always his charm had proven ultimately irresistible... of course! Wasn't that always the way with Pavi Largo? With little more than expertly chosen words and subtle body language, he could wiggle his way out of anything. To Luigi he only had to appear pliant and needy for the elder to bend, then oftentimes end up indulging him.
It was almost a shame that the evening might play out less dangerously than it started, he found himself thinking as he pressed himself close to the other, inhaling from his throat the arousingly masculine tang of Boss cologne mingled with the lingering sweat of their earlier antics.
"Lu-i-giiii~" Pavi hummed, briefly flicking his tongue up the pulsing jugular before drawing back to regard his brother with a perfectly crafted air of sweetness. Luigi seemed strangely unresponsive to it, but he at least didn't seem angry. And if Luigi didn't seem angry, chances were he wasn't- the eldest Largo was hardly known for his ability to restrain outbursts, after all. As it were he just stared him down as if to say 'spit it out'... and if Pavi wasn't mistaken, there was the slightest hint of a dare in those uncannily bright blue eyes.
That was always how their games began, it seemed. A challenge. And in their current standing, Pavi couldn't help but swell with the sweet taste of what perceived as victory. He fluttered his eyelids, arms still looped possessively about his brother's shoulders. Already today he'd gotten away with fucking Luigi in a bathroom closet... who was to say he couldn't get more from his highly-strung big brother?
"If you would like, fratello, Pavi will come to your room. To ah... make'a things up to you for earlier, si?"
"Well, we've got the place to ourselves. Amber was a no-show, again, fuck knows when she'll be back. Probably late..." Luigi shrugged, stepping out of the elevator when it pinged at their floor. "... So come if you want." he shot back with a smirk.
Pavi beamed, and tagged along beside his brother, cuban heels clicking against the polished dark wood that elegantly paved the way to the room where today's play had begun. With a cute spin he flopped down on the plush, crisply made surface of Luigi's bed and leisurely unbuttoned the first few on his shirt- just enough to reveal a tempting flash of collarbone, but not too many to prevent him from passing it off as simply... cooling off.
He smiled despite the dull throb in his lip, confident in how tempting he would appear... that is, until the clunking of a sturdy lock and rattle of a buckle caused him to look up and immediately freeze, the colour (not that Luigi would be able to tell) draining from his face.
Luigi was practically on him already, landing a slap to his cheek. As the heel of his palm connected, the untouched side of his lip opened with a blossom of red that flew from his mouth in a light spray, then proceeded to dribble gracelessly down his chin and throat. Clutched in Luigi's other hand was his belt, folded into a threatening loop.
"Strip, slut." he said in a tone so worryingly even that Pavi dared not question. Clumsily he sat upright, loosening and wriggling out of his jeans, shoes and socks first, then unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way and sliding it free of tattooed arms. He paused only at the underwear, a tight pair of Versace briefs in black that, beside the extravagant gold-accented waistband and the single panel to cover his dick, were entirely made of contouring fishnet that clung flatteringly to the dip where hip met thigh.
It was clear by the pause that Luigi was re-evaluating his initial command.
"... You can keep those on."
Pavi trembled. He simply adored the way Luigi looked at him, his own little brother, with such ravenous intent, and as he awaited further orders with his poor face throbbing from all the abuse it had suffered his cock strained against his scant underwear. He wanted to call out his elder sibling's name, to beg him immediately for a good rough fuck, but something about the belt grasped in his fist told Pavi that their game was truly about to begin- regardless of his input.
"On your knees, hands on the headboard," Luigi said sternly, still maintaining that unsettling calm about him.
Though Pavi's breath shuddered through his lips in combined arousal and terror he did as was bidden of him. Of course, he made a show of it so typical of the flamboyant libertine he was, first prowling up the linens on all fours before poising himself appealingly against the solid mahogany frame. He dared not look behind. The daggers shot his way were so very tangible, he could almost feel his brother's eyes devouring the curve of his spine, his purposefully pushed out backside and spread thighs.
(Ohhhh god please, touch me, beat me, fuck me, use me.)
As if his wicked prayers had been heard and dutifully answered, a sudden crack of leather rent his flesh- none too deep, but enough so that the pain unfurled like thorned tendrils up his back, stinging and blissfully numbing all at once to the point he could feel the tiny hairs standing up on his arms and the back of his neck.
Turquoise eyes wide with shock, Pavi had hardly registered that a sharp inhale had been lodged in his chest for some tense moments, which he finally released in a long, trembling moan. The cool air pricked at the wound which had formed tiny dark beads along its seam, the surrounding area already pink and swelling. His knuckles were white where they gripped the headboard tightly.
He hadn't been anticipating the back lashings. Looked as though Luigi was angry, after all.
Fortunately for Pavi his expressions of depraved longing were concealed, both by the mask and their position, even as he felt the bed sink beneath the weight of Luigi's knee and the supple leather run slowly from nape to the small of his back. The motion was repeated again, and this time he couldn't suppress a pained hiss as the afflicted area was grazed a second time.
Instantly, as though that minor transgression had been anticipated (and perhaps deliberately prompted), a strike landed on Pavi's backside, causing him to straighten up and yelp with surprise. Of course, the fishnet did little to protect from the blow- if anything it only made him tingle more deliciously. It ws a mystery that his dick hadn't exploded by now.
"Ah!~ Lui-gi..." he sighed, voice thick with arousal as his back arched to invite more.
But more did not come.
Crumbling under his desperation to be gratified, Pavi tentatively chanced to face his brother.
As expected Pavi took the bait, and in turn Luigi seized him by the throat, forcing him to look back at the wall.
"Always so fucking impatient, huh?" He snarled by his ear, capturing the lobe in a single sharp nip and grinning when he felt the choking intake of breath struggle its way through Pavi's constricted windpipe. He squeezed tighter, fingers and thumb pressed tightly beneath the jaw.
Pavi was at least obedient in keeping his hands where he was told, though they loosened their grip with the dizzily ecstatic roll of his eyes. Raising the belt high, Luigi brought it ruthlessly back down with a sharp 'snap!' on the pale skin of Pavi's ass. The slutty sound that came shakily from his painted mouth made Luigi's cock twitch with excitement.
"Yeah, that's what you want, isn't it..." He repeated the action again, his hand firm in holding his brother in place when his body jerked, more dramatically this time with the heightened pain his repeated abuse caused. "... Slut?"
"Y-yes... Lu-igi," Pavi managed through the tight clamp around his throat. His eyes glistened with unshed tears, until multiple cracks of the belt- each coming quicker than the last- saw them spill, pooling along the seam of the dead flesh he wore. It wasn't long before Pavi's breath came in dry, agonised sobs, and upon inspection of his beaten backside Luigi found that the once pale flesh stood out pink and raw beneath fishnet.
It wasn't enough. Not enough blood to reconcile the fact the little shit had had the gall to make him, Luigi Largo, vulnerable to the point where he could be taken advantage of.
He growled and looped his thumb beneath the waistband of Pavi's boxers to yank them down, baring him fully to the chill air, nails biting into his bruising neck as he struck again with all the fury he could muster. The girly wail and resounding crack! was satisfying, and sure enough the skin broke, flushing dramatically darker with the blood rushing to the surface.
"Ah! L-Luigi... Luigi please..." Pavi implored, his voice a tiny rasp as he tried desperately not to choke. The cunt even dared to clutch at his wrist, scratching him in an attempt to loosen the grip on his neck.
"What!" The elder scoffed in response, finally releasing Pavi's throat in favour of trailing down his chest, enjoying the way that silky body trembled like a leaf beneath his touch. Upon reaching the skimpy underwear he tugged the front down, freeing Pavi's cock at last. Luigi ran his palm from base to tip, eliciting a strangled groan from his brother, and was unsurprised to find that the flesh was slippery with precum that continued to ooze freely and dribble onto his sheets. "You clearly fucking love this..."
Pavi seemed about ready to melt with that final, long-awaited touch that was all the more agonisingly orgasmic for all the pain he'd been dealt thus far, his sobs followed by desperate little moans. Luigi could feel all too well the tension in his brother's hips as his fingers loosely encircled him, a ghost of a touch yet certainly enough to be felt, though it appeared from Pavi's stillness that he was beginning to learn.
"There we go," he said softly then leaned in to press a decisive kiss beneath Pavi's ear. The skin there was flushed, practically radiating heat, but his little brother did well to maintain the position as instructed and not try prompting him for more.
And fuck, did Luigi love it.
He loved controlling this creature, who was so sexually aggressive and demanding, abusing him to the point where he could only pray to be rewarded for his good behaviour at the end. A fitting punishment from an older brother who'd had it up to here with his arrogant 'everyone either wants me or to be me' act.
And Luigi knew that Pavi loved it even more. Loved relinquishing his control and his power to one of the few he could trust wholly- his family, his flesh and blood.
"Paviche," Luigi murmured, neglecting the swollen cock to lovingly slide long fingers into his sibling's hair, holding the trembling thing in place so that his lips remained close to flesh. The younger Largo quivered so wonderfully at the use of his full Christian name. "D'you want big brother to take care of you now?"
"Y... yes, please... fratello mio."
Pavi still dared not make the first move, anticipating further punishment should he take those sweet words as permission to do as he pleased. Truthfully, that was what he'd come to expect regardless of how he responded, given the brutality with which he'd thus far been treated; however, he was astonished to instead find himself cradled within Luigi's arms and guided down onto the bed. Though his hands were stiff with the constant gripping and his wounds burned to be met with fabric, Pavi smiled up at his brother through glassy eyes and embraced him, adorning his face and neck with grateful kisses that left behind faint blots of red.
Gingerly Luigi's arms slid out from beneath Pavi, finishing the task of fully unclothing him with lingering touches to his thighs that made blood pulse achingly between them- even more so when Luigi situated himself there on his knees and pulled his shirt and ascot up over his head, revealing countless scars that stretched and curved with the contours lean musculature. (Dio mio...)
Luigi grinned, seemingly amused at whatever expression he'd been making at him, then got down on all fours, poised like an animal hunched over its prey (or guarding it). Pavi let his hands rest loosely above his head in a display of submission, eyes smouldering, and though his legs were spread wide he reigned back the temptation to wind them about his brother's hips or otherwise show off his worrying flexibility. Pavi could be good, could be patient; if the slow, sensual attentions of Luigi's mouth were anything to go by, the rewards would be more than worth it.
The heat and kisses and gentle sucking made their languid way from his tummy and ribcage to his nipples, which perked up immediately and sent Pavi awash with melting, electric bliss. He held no further reservations in sighing out Luigi's name and arching his back fluidly. The ornately carved ceiling above seemed to blur after a point- indeed, seeing anything but smatterings of colour proved quite impossible under the hands and lips that so tenderly worked his body into a state of utter euphoria- and Pavi was acutely aware of how laboured and desperate and almost downright ridiculous his own sounds of pleasure had become.
Only once his elder brother's hands began to fumble with the clips that secured his perfect face did Pavi's senses suddenly re-calibrate; even with Luigi, such an action was almost far too intimate, and it only took the stiffening of his body for the other to pause.
"I want my brother's face, not that creepy shit," he said bluntly.
Hidden to Luigi, Pavi bit the inside of his lip, using the swollen ache to distract from the tightness that gripped his throat far more tightly than his brother's hand could. Was it the sentiment or the disgust held in that statement that made tears flow, after all this torture and pleasure?
Needless to say the elder continued on, establishing firmly through stripping Pavi of this last defense who was in control, and the younger could do nothing but accept the twisted affection bestowed upon his swollen, bloody mouth and that marred skin he kept so vehemently covered, which he had deluded himself into loving. Luigi kept mouthing words along those lines too- 'I love you' or 'mine' into Pavi's cheek and his lips, and also where streaming eyes had made tracks down his temples. Then a blur. Fond touches and the pressing closeness of bodies, hot breath and grasping hands, heaving chests, muscles tensed...
... and soon numbness, bliss.
Nothing but his brother's hand petting his cheek and hair, holding his bruised body close to the beating of that precious heart.
(I love you… brother.)