Sorry this chapter is so late. I finally got permanent internet here at home!

Thank you Pikachu master, for being an awesome co-writer so far and I just want to mention how fun writing with you has been! And looking forward to continuing the fun writing till the story finishes!

Warning: sex (which is at the beginning of the chapter) and language

-SawyerSeville19

Simon firmly gripped Alvin's waist, hoisting him onto his lap—Simon was sitting on his knees against his heels—the action drove him even deeper into his brother, who gasped in both pleasure and pain. Simon had skipped the preparation process due to the claim that they didn't have much time.

In doing so, he made this experience far more painful for Alvin than it should have been. His older brother did the best he could to not show just how much in pain he was at the current moment. It did feel good, but only to an extent. He knew that Simon's sexual frustration, along with his anger and irritation with Alvin himself, was what was driving this experience and making it the way it was.

Alvin kept a lightweight tight grip on Simon's shoulders as he repeatedly thrust into him, the hands on his waist holding him in place so he couldn't move much. Alvin let out a loud moan as Simon increased the pace, and Alvin could feel him throbbing inside him and he knew he was close to his orgasm.

Alvin was far from his own orgasm, in fact, he couldn't even say if he was turned on to the point where he was even able to have an orgasm. Any pain he felt completely overshadowed the pleasure, which turned him off. He bit back a groan as Simon thrust in one last time and he felt something erupt inside him, making him wince slightly, as he was now very sore and so Simon's essence passing his inside burnt some.

Simon's movements slowed to a stop as he rode out his orgasm and his grip on Alvin loosened as he caught his breath.

Alvin was reluctant to move, his body sore in various places. He too was slightly out of breath. He managed the strength to move, slowly lifting off Simon's slackening member and sitting on his knees in front of his brother, his breathing evening out. He didn't know what to say, he found he couldn't even look at Simon now. He reached for his boxers and put them on. He suddenly remembered that they were stuck and almost groaned in annoyance.

Theodore smiled as he led Eleanor inside the Seville Residence. "Do you want a snack?" he asked her. Eleanor smiled sweetly.

"That'd be great," she said and followed him into the kitchen. "Where are Alvin and Simon? I haven't seen them lately." Theodore pulled out some strawberries and put them into a bowl, going to the sink and rinsing them thoroughly. Once they were well rinsed, he turned to Eleanor and handed the bowl to her. Her face brightened and she gave him a thankful smile.

"I'm not sure. I hardly see them too. Dave's always keeping them busy," Theodore answered. Eleanor took a bite of strawberry and smiled at the sweetness before chewing it and swallowing.

"Are they still getting along?" she asked. Theodore led her out of the kitchen and into the den, where they both sat down on the couch.

"I think they'd rather kill each other than get along. A lot's changed between them," he said. He heard a loud thump from upstairs and he looked at the ceiling. "Did you hear that?" Eleanor nodded. There was another thump and Theodore narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "I'll be right back."

They were dressed in their jeans now, but were much too hot to put their shirts on. Neither brother spoke up, leaving the air heavy with awkwardness and some tension.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Simon, are you in there?" Theodore asked from the other side of the door. Both older brothers' heads snapped to the door. Alvin was about to run to it, but Simon stopped him.

In a whisper he said, "No, Alvin. You're not even supposed to be here. Let me go, and when the coast is clear, I'll come and get you. Ok?" Alvin looked uneasy, but he nodded. Simon went to the door, pulling his shirt on as he did so and fixing himself.

"I got locked in, can you open the door for me, Theo?" he asked. The doorknob was turned and Theodore opened the door.

"How long have you been in there?" Theodore asked as Simon exited the attic.

"About an hour. I came up here to make room for the chair Dave wanted in here, and the door shut behind me," Simon said, glancing back inside before shutting the door behind him, only for good measure.

"You gotta be careful, Simon," Theodore said, leading him downstairs.

"Yeah, I know," he agreed.

Alvin sighed and sat down on a box, wincing slightly at the pain that shot through his system. He hoped Simon would come back for him soon. He was tired, thirsty and craved a long, cool shower badly. He tried not to think of what just took place between them, but it was all he could do.

He had never seen Simon act so…menacing before. Where the only person he cared about was himself. He had never thought Simon was capable of such selfishness. But, he knew it was brought on by prolonged frustration—both sexual and nonsexual. That didn't, however, stop him from feeling anger towards his brother for it. But then he was to blame as well. He could have said no…but his own sexual frustration needed to be satisfied.

Alvin ran his hands through his hair. Wasn't something like that supposed to be more… passionate? More focused on both people instead of one? Where was the love in what had occurred between them?

Alvin sat straighter in shock. Since when was he concerned about love being involved? Since when did he even think about Simon like that? I-I can't be—

The attic door was opened and Alvin's head snapped to it. "Come on out. Theodore and Eleanor left to the park for a while," Simon said. Alvin stood and grabbed his shirt, heading for the door. He bypassed his brother, not looking at him, and made his way downstairs for a quick drink. Then he was going to take a long shower.

After the encounter in the attic from a few days ago, Simon was much more at ease. He wasn't frustrated anymore, and any trace of anger he'd been harboring had vanished. He was overall much happier.

But Alvin wasn't in the same boat. His sexual frustration hadn't been sated during their moment. Alvin didn't even know what to call that encounter. Angry sex was the best name he could give it. He had even gone as far as to call it a fuck, because anything else that didn't qualify as sex or fucking was not what they did. And that other thing was making love. And he was certain that was not what they did.

Since he hadn't felt any real pleasure during their encounter—and he hadn't climaxed—he was still in the same as before the whole attic situation. But he didn't voice any of this to his younger brother. At the moment, he wanted nothing to do with him—intimately or brotherly. He simply couldn't look at him. He had been too caught up in his realization that he may—just may—be harboring actual feelings for his brother.

During all of their moments together, neither brother had brought up just what they felt for one another. All they agreed on was that it was beyond brotherly, and it was sexual. They used to just simply spend time together when intimacy was too risky, and it had been almost like a friendship of sorts. But now…

Now Alvin wasn't sure what to feel. Clearly he felt something stronger, since he had wanted something more loving out of the experience with Simon. And he was borderline hating him for the way his brother went about it. Would it have been different if I had asked him to make love to me? Alvin wondered. No…Simon was already frustrated beforehand. He was sure it would have ended up happening the same way no matter how he made his request.

Alvin shook his head. He should not be even wondering these things. He and Simon were intimately involved and that was that. They were there for each other when they needed some satisfaction. But Alvin was too afraid to go to Simon. He didn't want to. He had to step back and just think. He needed to understand what he was feeling…and how long he had been feeling it.

Simon was confused on why Alvin had been avoiding him. He thought they had worked everything out in the attic. Surely if he felt better, Alvin did. After all, it was he who had asked for it to happen. Albeit, Simon had initiated the level up by…well, by giving that area on Alvin's body attention.

Simon sighed as he stared at his laptop. He knew enough to know something was wrong with Alvin. But what that was, was a mystery to him. He rarely saw Alvin, at least on the level of them being alone. He did see him when Dave and Theodore were around, like at dinner or when they were just home.

He hoped Alvin would talk to him soon…

Dave noticed the—yet again—drastic change in his oldest sons. One moment in time, they wanted nothing more than to spend time together. The next they would rather down a gallon of bleach cleaner than be in the same room as each other, yelling at one another, coming so close as to physically fighting…and then now… Now, it seemed like the issue had been worked out. Simon seemed happier. Alvin seemed…well, Dave didn't know how to describe it. Thoughtful? Although the arguing was done, he could see that Alvin was avoiding Simon.

I hope this gets solved soon…

For the first time in his life, Alvin actually wanted to be in school. It was a complete one-eighty, especially considering the days leading up to the incident in the attic, when he'd give anything to be home and alone with Simon. Now he used the school as a kind of sanctuary, for five days of the week anyways (he couldn't quite convince himself to show up for any weekend activities). He didn't pay much attention in class anyways, so it did give him some time to think. This time around his thoughts weren't revolving around his music career or any of the attractive girls that roamed the school's halls, Brittany included (a quick side-thought, he was still quite enamored with the fairer sex, that was an interesting thing to note), they revolved around Simon.

'He didn't mean to do what he did up there,' one part of his mind said.

'That doesn't excuse him from doing that,' another part argued.

'Yeah, but you still enjoyed it didn't you? Face it, if it hadn't been for the pain, if he had lubed you up and taken it slowly, you would've enjoyed Simon fucking you - cumming inside you.'

Alvin felt himself twitch. He shifted around in his seat until his hardening erection was no longer pinched against his jeans. He hoped that he wouldn't be called to get out of his seat for any reason; he was sure that the tented crotch of his jeans was painfully obvious.

'He kept pressing and pressing you. If you hadn't gone along with it, what do you think would've happened up there?'

'...No, no - you can't mean that he would've -'

'Raped you?'

'No! He'd never go that far. Never.'

'Really? He didn't seem to mind the pain you were in. As long as he got off, that was the important thing wasn't it?'

'We were both at each other's throats up there, it was hot, he couldn't see my face to tell that I was hurting. I didn't say anything to stop him, did I?'

'Why are you so quick to defend his actions?'

'I - I don't know...'

'...You love him, don't you? That's why...'

'Shut up! I do not! Not in that way, I mean, he's family - my brother...'

'A brother you've shared handjobs and blowjobs with; a brother who fucked your brains out - something you laid back and took. And you did too. Every. Last. Drop.'

'I mean... it was partly because of the thrill... but, I dunno. I guess there's a part of me that -'

"Seville!" Alvin's algebra professor snapped from the front of the class.

Alvin's head bolted up from the palm of his hand. Had he just dozed off in the middle of class? "Sorry, sir, what was the question?"

His professor sighed. "Why don't you go to the restroom and splash some cold water on your face and try to wake yourself up for my class."

Alvin scooted his chair back, "Yes, sir." He left class with enough haste so that nobody would catch the sight of the still-throbbing bulge in his jeans.

Simon, too, had pulled a complete one-eighty. Instead of longing for the weekends to pass and the summer and winter breaks to end, he found himself counting down the minutes to be able to head on home. It was nice to be able to share time with his family, especially Alvin. Without that burdening weight of need on his chest. He hadn't expected such a powerful force such as that to arise within just by adding slight physical affection to the equation.

Next time, I won't let those emotions and cravings get the better of me, Simon thought to himself, staring down the clock while sitting and waiting in his chemistry class.

When that next time would be, Simon hadn't a clue. His need was sated. His Mr. Hyde had reverted to Dr. Jekyll. Alvin, definitely more so. Since that day in the attic he hadn't so much as let a hand slip near his. The younger chipmunk merely shrugged it off. They had their ways of dealing with the building urges; they had their own ways of dealing with fulfillment.

Still, he couldn't help but notice that Alvin barely even looked at him now. He was always so thoughtful, looking consumed by something going on in that mind of his. Maybe he should try and talk to him.

After school, Alvin grudgingly made his way to his locker to gather up the required books and notes he would need for his homework.

Simon looked around for his older brother as he exited his class at the end of the day. He turned a corner and saw him at his locker. "Alvin," he called, smiling when their eyes met.

Alvin's heart picked up speed and he hurried to stuff his books into his bag and shut his locker. Before he could turn and leave, Simon was beside him. Alvin immediately averted his gaze somewhere else.

Simon put his hand on Alvin's shoulder to turn him back around, and Alvin flinched at the electric jolt that shot through his system. He needed to get away from his brother. His blue eyes danced about the halls when he spotted his female counterpart. "Brittany!" he yelled over the noise the other students were making. "S-sorry, Simon," he muttered before leaving and hurrying to his counterpart.

"Alvin!" Brittany exclaimed when he gripped her by her elbow and dragged her away. "What are you doing?"

"Will you just go with it?" he snapped at her, chancing a glance back at his brother. He looked hurt and confused, but he didn't say anything.

Simon didn't know what was going on with Alvin. But he had to figure it out soon.

It took Alvin a moment to realize that now he would have to come up with an excuse to give Brittany for why he had dragged her away from her locker.

"And it better be good," she said as though reading his mind. Alvin sighed heavily.

So there is this chapter. Hope you all enjoyed it. Please review for us!