A/N: In unrelated news: I have no idea what I'm doing with this story (or my life) anymore.


Dave managed to avoid Bro for a good nine days.

And Bro knows this because he counted.

Every passing minute, the guilt and shame increased until it was ripping him apart from the inside out. Why did he do something like that? Why couldn't he have just sat Dave down and had a normal conversation? They could have worked it out, swept it all under the rug, and pretended like nothing happened.

Instead, he ended up giving Dave a boner.

Of course, physical reactions don't mean jack shit when it comes to actual consent, but it's still a good sign, right? That maybe Dave could like it, too? That maybe he likes it right now? Because Bro just can't bring himself to fully regret his actions. Images of Dave - flushed and breathing hard and pinned down beneath him - keep Bro up at night. During the day, he distracts himself by either occupying himself in his room or heading out and doing DJ gigs. Not only does it get him out of the house, but it also brings in money. The world doesn't stop just because Bro is attracted to his little brother. Life is nonstop, and that means he needs money to pay taxes. At least the job pays well and has long hours. Plenty of time to spend away from Dave. Maybe that will help the feelings fade.

That idea soon proves to be completely incorrect, though.

He's watching My Little Pony again, but not the older version. That is something he usually only watches to bother Dave, since Bro doesn't enjoy it even ironically. He used to not actually like the Friendship Is Magic adaption, but after Cal just vanished on him, he sort of grew to like it. Kind of a lot.

He's actually started to like a lot of things, not just including Dave. Cal wouldn't like that, but he's most likely gone for good, so what does Bro care? Looking back, he can't actually answer that. Why did he care? Why did he hang on to Cal so much? Why did he let a fucking puppet tell him what to do? God, the first thirteen years of Dave's life were awful. Most of the things were Cal's idea, but Bro isn't going to let himself off the hook that easily. He could have - fuck - told Cal that the fridge isn't a good place for swords or something. But he didn't, and that's no one's fault except his own. His mind was weak - easily influenced and pliable. Bro really didn't stand a chance. He was doomed as soon as he got his hands on that puppet.

He really fucked up as a parent, but Bro can't help but want to make it up to Dave. It's a little too late to try being a dad, but maybe he could be good in some other way? Certainly, there are other ways to make people feel good. And that's really what he wants, isn't it? To make Dave feel good? No. He can't give himself a break on that, either. He's being selfish. That's all this is. But if he can make Dave feel good too… does that make is less selfish? Slightly less demented? Bro can't think of a good answer to that. Probably yes in most cases, but this… this isn't exactly "most cases" so there's not really an easy answer.

The next time he sees Dave, he grips his self-control tightly and doesn't let himself look directly at his brother.

Bro guesses that the younger male thought he was home alone, because when he steps out of his room, he freezes when he sees Bro sitting on the couch. Dave is wearing nothing but his boxers - not even his shades - and if the change of clothes under his arm is any indication, he intends to take a shower. That image is quickly and forcefully pushed from Bro's subconscious.

Both of them are still for a long pause, like they're trying to see which one of them is going to move first. The silence stretches on for a solid minute, then Dave opens his mouth. "I…" He tries, but he soon trails off, and nothing else follows. Bro never thought he would find his kid's off button, but now that he has, it's… a lot less exciting than he thought it would be.

The silence returns, but this time, it's Bro that breaks it. He sighed shakily, licking his dry lips before speaking. "You gonna get in the shower before my self-control snaps?" Bro asks quietly, his voice low and rough with effort. Dave just stares. He doesn't say anything or try to leave, even after a solid ten seconds, which is unfortunate, because that's exactly how long Bro's self-control lasts.

He's on his feet before he can stop himself (not that he wants to stop himself), pushing Dave up against the wall and kissing him roughly. The clothes under his arm fall to the floor, but neither one of them cares. It was never this hard to resist temptation before. But like Bro said before- his mind is weak. That should bother him, but it doesn't. He's stopped caring.

Dave whines into the kiss, clawing at Bro's shirt and trying to pushing him away weakly, but his efforts grow noticeably less desperate the longer Bro keeps it up. His hands aren't pushing anymore, just gripping Bro's shirt so tight that his hands are shaking, his knuckles are white, and Bro needs to be closer. Even with Dave not wearing a shirt, it feels like there's too many layers between them.

His hands don't hesitate this time. One holds Dave's hips against the wall tightly, and the other one works it's way down the front of Dave's boxers. Bro doesn't touch him immediately, though. He starts by tracing the outside of Dave's thighs, closing his eyes and really feeling them. He's trying to commit Dave to memory, since there's a good chance that he won't be able to get this close ever again.

He goes further up, massaging Dave's sides. His brother looks so incredible without his shirt on, and this is the first time Bro has actually been able to touch him since he was five and their relationship was slightly less unhealthy. He trails his fingers over Dave's torso, mapping out the small hills where his ribs were visible through his skin, tracing the scars he acquired during strifing accidents, rubbing the softness of his stomach, and brushing over his nipples just hard enough to make Dave shiver. Bro loves this. This selfish indulgence of his. There's no way he isn't going to Hell, and Dave will probably hate him for this, but fuck it all if it isn't worth it.

The kiss breaks as Bro takes to marking his neck instead. Dave whines in protest, shaking his head and trying to push away. It's funny, though. He doesn't look like he wants to push Bro away. His charge looks like he wants to pull him closer, but it took Bro years to accept the way Dave makes him feel, so the guardian really isn't surprised as he repeats his rehearsed lines. "Bro, for fucks sake, st-" He goes to say, only to be cut off when a moan rips through him.

Even though Dave's hips bones had felt incredible beneath Bro's fingers - that forbidden area of skin that he had wanted to touch for so long - he had to deal with more… pressing matters. If Dave's creamy thighs are magic, then the feeling of his little brother's cock throbbing in his hand is perfection. Bro almost moans just from that, but of course, he doesn't. He has more self control than Dave will ever have.

His hand is slow - careful and deliberate with his movements. Bro wants to remember this in detail. He wants to feel every inch of Dave beneath his fingertips, encouraging his brother to full hardness beneath him. It doesn't take long, and Dave's knees are soon reduced to jelly as he clings to Bro even tighter to remain standing. His moans sound like a song, they're so damn perfect. Dave has a moan that is better than any pornstar Bro has ever heard, because they're real. Each one sends waves of heat to Bro's already hard cock as he gives his little brother a handjob, cursing the day Dave hit puberty and became downright irresistible. For a while now, he hasn't been seeing his brother. Bro has been seeing all the things he could do to Dave. Things that would make him scream and beg for more and claw at the bed sheets beneath him because it just feels so fucking good.

Bro gives Dave's neck one last, hard suck, pulling back to admire his handiwork as suddenly everything freezes. His hand is still holding Dave's swollen cock, hidden from view thanks to his boxers. Frowning a little, Bro tugs at them a little, and Dave let's out a small whine as his head is exposed to the cool air of the apartment. Resisting the urge to lick his lips, Bro sweeps his thumb across the tip experimentally. His skin comes away wet with pre-cum, and Dave absolutely melts in his touch, letting out a throaty moan that he must have been holding in. Dave's skin is flushed a light red, and he's breathing hard, staring at Bro with half-lidded eyes. His pants for breath are almost as delicious as his moans, and Bro finds him drinking them in all the same. The marks left on Dave's skin are going to leave a nice bruise, and Bro loves that he has the ability to claim him like that. He didn't bite or suck very hard, so they'll be gone in a few days, but Bro admires them all the same.

"You look so beautiful like this." He breathes, pressing kisses to Dave's neck where he left teeth marks. The word "beautiful" doesn't fit at all with Bro's personality (the way Dave's eyes widen at it's usage highlights his surprise), but it describes Dave exactly. Regardless of how cheesy it is. "I want you to want this, Dave." Bro confesses, kissing along his brother's neck and pulling his hands out of his boxers to grip Dave's hips. "It'd be so easy to take it, but I want you to give me permission. You have no idea how long I've wanted this. You're driving me crazy, Dave." His voice takes on an edge of possessiveness, lust making him forget himself as he admits to Dave things he would never say in his right mind. as his leg works it's way between Dave's thighs, pressing up against his still hard cock. Bro kisses greedily, wanting to get his lips everywhere. There is just so much of Dave for him to explore. He wants everything. It's overwhelming, and he's getting dizzy with want.

"Bro-" Dave gasps out his name, remembering how to speak as he tries to wriggle his hips away. "Oh my God, come on! Stop-"

It's that same word again. The one Bro hates but the one he won't let himself ignore.

Instantly, he pulls away from Dave, leaving him as a mess in the hallway as he absconds to his room.

Bro realized a few days ago something that he had been struggling over for a long time. It isn't just about the sex. He tried that. He tried bringing women home from the clubs he would work at, and when that didn't work, he tried men. He tried for so long that he almost forgot why he was having so much sex in the first place. But unfortunately, he didn't. He saw Dave every day. Every morning, he was there, not even doing anything all that noteworthy. Just watching TV. But Bro would stare at him for hours anyway. No, it isn't sex he's after. It's Dave. It would be so fucking easy if all he wanted was sex. Pills exist that will dramatically reduce your sex drive, thus fixing the problem. But there is no pills for love.

And as terrifying as it is, that's what Bro is beginning to feel.


A/N: I need… serious help. At least the next chapter is… slightly better. And much more plot based.