Warning: Have you read the story to this point? If not, go back and read it. Then you will know how bad this is gonna be!

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A/N: Just a heads up, this is gonna be a bit on the short side, but I really wanted to get this out.

Chapter 4: Possession

Over the following weeks, a pattern began to form. Michael would find his brother waiting for him at his locker, they would walk home together, and he would lay on his bed, silently crying as his brother took more and more of his innocence from him. He never fought back. What was the point?

But as he neared his locker, he knew today would be different. His brother was getting increasingly more possessive of him, so he would be none to pleased when seeing the red-heads face.

Michael couldn't have been more right. The smile on his brother's face instantly feel and a look of sheer anger was clearly visible. Grabbing the younger boy's arm, he pushed him up against the row of lockers, before almost gently taking his face in his hands. "What happened?" he questioned.

"N-nothing." the younger boy stuttered out, not making eye contact.

Tightening his grip on the younger boy's chin, Lucifel forced him to look at him. "Don't lie to me." he stated, loosening his grip. "What happened?"

"s-some of the o-other boys. It r-really is nothing."

It was clear that, that, wasn't entirely true. He was covered in cuts and bruises, and there was no way his older brother would let it go.

"I want to know what happened. Everything!"

Michael knew he wouldn't be able to keep it from his brother. Fact was, most of the time, when people came after him, it was to get at his twin. They would never attack the older of the two, they knew better. But Michael was an easy target. So he told him what happened, and followed as Lucifel pulled him along behind him.

When the two came across the group that had attacked the younger boy, the little red-head tried to keep from having them notice him.

"Lucifel! How are you doing?" One of them said, before noticing the look on the other boy's face. Instantly, his smile turned to a sneer. "So the little bitch came crying to you, huh?"

It was less then a moment later when the boy who was stupid enough to open his mouth found himself on the ground, with the older twin standing over him with a clenched fist. He turned around to glare at the other three. "It takes four of you to gang up on one person who can't fight back? Lets see how you do against someone who can."

At first it seemed as though they thought they stood a chance if they all attacked at the same time, but it wasn't long before they realized they were no match for the angry boy before them. In no time the black haired youth had them all on the ground, sustaining minor injuries himself. "If any of you ever even think about touching him again," He said pointing at the red-head. "I will kill you. Don't think for one minute I'm bluffing." And with that, he turned around and left grabbing his brother by the arm, and roughly pulling him along.

The older boy's mood hadn't improved by the time they got home. As they entered their empty home, he grabbed a handful of red locks and slammed the other boys head off the now closed door. Keeping his hold, he drug him up the stairs and into his room, and practically threw him on the bed. He didn't even look at the other boy as he stripped out of his school uniform, and ordered the younger to do the same.

Michael sat awkwardly on the bed, naked, until his brother turned around. Lucifel didn't even bother looking at his twin as he climbed on top of him and slammed their mouths together in a brutal kiss.

Lucifel wasn't known for being gentle with Michael, but he was never like this. This kiss, was full of biting as he dug his nails in and scratched at his brother, on stopping when he would alternate to ripping at his hair.

After awhile of this behavior, he found himself with one hair in blood colored locks, and the other securely clamped around a slender neck. As he began to tighten his grip, the smaller boy started to fight back. He had learned rather quickly not to fight back, but this time was different. This time he felt like his very life was in danger, because his brother was going to take all his anger out on him.

The older boy didn't take to well to having the smaller boy pushing at him, trying to get him off. He tightened his grip on Micheal's throat, completely cutting off his air supply, before releasing his grip on his hair and punching him in the ribs. As he did this, he finally pulled his mouth away.

He looked down at the bruised and blood covered face of his brother, and watched as a fresh stream of tears made their way down his cheeks. And it made him sick! Releasing his grip on Micheal's throat he swung his arm and harshly slapped the smaller boy.

"You little bitch!" he said, slapping him again. "So you'll let them touch you and do what ever they want to you, but only fight back when it's me?" His anger started to rise as he slapped him once again. "Maybe that's what you want. Is it? Is this how you like it?" He asked as he grabbed the smaller boy's thighs and pried them apart. "You like the pain? I'll give you pain!" And with that, his fist collided with the side of his brother's head, causing the younger boy to see stars.

He leaned back, and watched as the younger boy gasped for air between sobs, as he weakly pushed on his chest. "Please stop." he whispered as he was barely able to retain consciousness.

There where a few moments where neither boy moved. This gave Michael a chance to regain some awareness of what was going on, as he turned his head and locked eyes with his older twin. "Lucifel," he said weakly. "Please stop hurting me." He wasn't begging, nor were his words laced with fear. They were said in such a dead manner though, that it made the older boy feel sick to his stomach.

Placing a hand on his younger twin's cheek, he pushed his face to the side, so that he wouldn't have to see those dead eyes looking at him. "I can't even look at your face right now." He kept his hand where it was, blocking his view of his twin, as he sat still, contemplating. "On your hands and knees."

He moved back so the red-head could roll over. But when the smaller boy made no move to do as he was told, he agitatedly flipped him over. Grabbing his hips, he lifted them up so they were in a prime position to except what he was about to offer the younger body.

With one hand on a small hip, and the other holding Micheal's head down, he rocked into the smaller body. Then, in much the same fashion as their first time, he took the young boy's body.

He didn't really need to hold his brother down, he wasn't even fighting back. He stayed completely still, as his twin roughly used his body. Unmoving. Unfeeling. Taking all the abuse his brother was giving him, without even crying. He didn't even seem to notice the pain as Lucifel ripped him and caused blood to trickle down his thighs.

It seemed to take hours, but at the same time, no time seemed to pass at all, before the older boy finished, and collapsed on the small body beneath him. Pinning him to the bed.

After what seemed like ages of silence, Lucifel pulled himself out, and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy. "Michael?" he asked, only to receive silence for an answer. "You're mine. Nobody else is allowed to touch you. Do you understand?"

"Yes." There was no hesitation in the answer. He understood entirely. There was no use fighting the fact that he belonged to his brother. So he just laid their in their mockery of an embrace, until he finally fell asleep.

A/N:Like I said, a bit short, but I wanted to get this posted. It was also really hard to right, because there were several points when I wanted to make Lucifel stop, or make them have an intimate moment. But neither of those options would have worked, so I had to do this instead. Please tell me what you think!