Author's Note: Dude... I have no idea what I'm writting. Sorry for crappyness.

Genre: angst/drama/friggin' wrong romance
Parings: Bobby/Dan (implied Jenny/Dan)
Rating: I checked, this is just within the PG-13 bounds. So, ha!
Chapter Summary: After Dan sends Jenny away, Bobby decides to do a little bit of pushing to see just where he stands with him

No Need for Apologies
Chapter Two: Subtle Persuasion
By: Mazzie May

Dan watched through the curtain as Jenny staggered away and down the street, dazed and obviously scared. He glared, hurt and angry. "Happy?" he spat. He dropped the curtain, and turned away from the window. Dan walked into the kitchen, closing the door behind him.

Bobby uncrossed his and pushed away from the wall. "You know I won't be happy until she's gone, Daniel."

"She's not going anywhere," Dan said, pushing past his brother heading for the stairs.

Bobby grabbed Dan by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the wall on the stairwell, forcing him to stumble. His hissed as his ribs connected with the wood.

"Daniel," he breathed. "You shouldn't talk to your elder brother that way." Dan grimaced, knowing he was right. He could act as tough as he wanted—at the end of the day, they both knew he would never go against Bobby.

Bobby began to pull him up the stairs, forcing Dan to basically crab walk backwards to keep up with him. Bobby yanked him up half pushing, half dragging him down the hall to his room.

The door slammed against the wall as they barged into Dan's bedroom. He was fairly sure the doorknob made a hole in the wall, but it was one of the farthest things from his mind as Bobby shoved him onto the bed. Bobby climbed on top of him.

"Daniel," he said, straddling him. "You know, I've been thinking. About our lives, the past…" It was getting dark, angry shades of orange and red consuming the room. Dan closed his eyes as Bobby began rubbing his palms into his shoulders. "About how great—" He leaned back and pushed down, pressing his pelvis into Dan's lap. He took a shuddering breath opening his eyes. He practically grinding in short bursts. "About how everything used to be."

Grind. "Before the mansion." Grind. "Before the castle." Grind. "Before Jennifer…"

Dan was seeing colours. He could hardly remember how to breath and he was so close to just sighing and letting Bobby have his way, when the mentioning of Jenny brought him back. Her name was like a bucket of ice water. He tried to sit up.

Bobby must've felt the movement coming, and grabbed both Dan's wrist, holding him down. "Brother!" He grinned, and Dan struggled harder. They wrestled a little, though it was fairly pointless; Bobby was always the stronger of the two. When he finally managed to get his arms off the mattress, Bobby ended up just pinning his hands above his head.

"Daniel, you never used to fight it. Not like this…"

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"You remember, don't you?" Dan struggled, but Bobby wasn't worried about it. He only had to use one hand to keep both of Dan's above his head. Dan wasn't fighting him at all, really.

"No..!" he whispered weakly. Bobby laughed.

"No, hmm?" He had to give it to his little brother; not too many people would be honest in this situation. Then again, Bobby wasn't being truthful to begin with. There was nothing to remember; Dan had never been aloud out of his "room", his cave. But Bobby had to use something. If Dan was more loyal to Jennifer than to himself... No, no. He had been willing to kill Jennifer before. Bobby could make him do it again. Just needed some... forceful urging. That was all. He used his free hand to run his fingers down Dan's chest hidden beneath the black shirt. "Suppose I'll have to remind you, then."

Bobby hooked two fingers into his brother's waistline and the younger boy gasped at the heat. It had always been like that; Bobby was a furnace and Dan was an icebox. Bobby knew that his fingertips must've felt like burning matches being pressed against his cool flesh, but when Dan hissed, Bobby didn't miss the note that the sound wasn't that of hurt.

"I…" The younger murderer's breath grew heavier with every exhale, as Bobby repositioned himself above him, placing his left leg in between Dan's. "Brother, I…don't…" Bobby leaned towards his lips, but Dan turned his head away suddenly, whimpering, "I… don't… want this…"

Bobby leaned back a bit, raising a brow. Dear Daniel, he thought, undoing the button on his brother's dark jeans. What has this Jennifer whore done to you? Oh, well.

"You missed me, didn't you?" He asked gently, putting more pressure on Dan's wrists. He nodded, on the verge on panting. Even in the dark, Bobby could see it. Although… "I want to hear you say it," he whispered, biting Dan's exposed neck.

"I—" Bobby licked the red mark he'd just made. "Uh!" Dan's body was rocked by a giant tremor. "I didn't—"

Bobby grinded his knee easily, but purposely into Dan's groin. Even though he had nodded, he was going to tell Bobby he hadn't missed him. He knew the words were coming, and for some reason, that knowledge constricted around Bobby's heart. Dan let out a painless scream.

"You missed this, didn't you?" Dan tossed his head from side to side, and Bobby wasn't sure if it was a 'no' gesture, or if his little brother was just trying to get himself under control. Bobby pressed on. "It was like this all time, when you'd come to me." He continued to rub his knee in between Dan's legs. He groaned, and Bobby smiled something terrible. "You want this."

Even in the dark, Bobby could see Dan's flushed, sweating face, eyes screwed shut and the tears that were leaking from them. He tired to say something, tried to deny again, but Bobby decided to unzip the poor boys jeans and slid his hand in. Dan screamed again, his body giving in, pushing itself into his palm.

And then, Bobby hesitated. He was having a good time, yes, but he glanced at his little brother's face, and felt a sting of guilt. Dan was whispering pleas, begging him not to, though his body was asking for something else. Bobby took a moment to contemplate, trailing his nails up and down his brother's erection. This was really hurting Dan. Bobby was never a fan of his brother being hurt. And yet…No, this had to go on. He took a rough hold of Dan's penis and the boy let out a sob, though Bobby knew his body was thanking him. The senior killer once again smiled that mean smile.

It was no trouble getting the jeans and boxer briefs to Dan's knees, but through that, he continued to cry, wailing for Bobby not to. It's all for the sake of revenge, Daniel. You'll understand. Eventually. The way his body complied but his mind resisted still bothered Bobby, so he used his legs to old Dan's down, so his hips would quit lifting into the strokes.

Even sweating and throbbing inside of Bobby's hand, Dan was cold. The hand job was crude on purpose; he'd dig his nails in for a moment and listen for the wet choked noise of surprise, and he'd stop suddenly, squeezing it with a good amount force, and feel just as much as hear the deep moaning that lasted as long as the hold did.

When Dan came, Bobby didn't stop, but was sure to move. He tried to sit up, but Bobby applied more pressure to his wrists, forcing Dan to arch his back and toss his head back. He screamed for his brother and how he loved him, how great that felt and how he wanted more. All the things Bobby wanted to hear.

When the rhythmic thrusting of the orgasm was through, Bobby pulled away and slid off to the side. "Daniel…" he said with all the softness of cotton. "Did you mean everything you just said?"

Dan turned his head towards the voice, still sniffling. The hesitation in the air angered Bobby, but he knew the truth. Instead of listening for another lie, he waited for Dan to open his mouth a little. When he did, Bobby pushed into it. It was brief kiss, but there was something wrong with it. He tasted Dan, yes. But that was hidden underneath something. Someone.

Jennifer. Jennifer coated his mouth.

Enraged, he pulled away, his brother gasping. He considered striking him, but decided against it. In stead, he took the open mouth. Dan let out a strangled noise of distress as Bobby bit down on his tongue, tasting blood. He used his tongue to gag his brother. It didn't take long.

Bobby leaned back and stepped away. Dan rolled to the side of the bed and vomited onto the hard wood floor. The splatter pleased Bobby. Whatever bits of Jennifer that were there were removed by stomach acid and other humors. Dan coughed and choked, spitting out whatever was left. Bobby watched his outline in the dark and was able to make out his arms hugging himself as he let his head hang over the edge of the mattress. He started crying again. Hard. Hard enough that he could make himself sick again. Good, Bobby thought, turning away from the mess. Even less Jennifer.

"Good night, Daniel," he called walking out the door. He turned around just inside the doorway. "I love you."

Even as Bobby was opening the front door, he could hear Dan crying upstairs.

Author's Note: I checked and even reworte certain sections. This is right on the border of PG-13, or T, or whatever. I do not have to change the rating. And since this is the worst it'll be through the stroy... Then, I'm not too worried about it. And sorry about the poor writting. I really have no idea what I'm talking about it when it comes to this. Seeing as how I'm a girl and the eldest, I've never experinced gay, twinsest that is borderline-molestation. Kind of had to wing this.

R&R Please. Any commentary appreciated. (Especially for this chapter)