Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

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"Really? But I thought you had a problem with it?"

"I don't. It's just that...our rituals...have changed something in me. I no longer hate you. I think about you all the time. I can hardly wait until out next ritual is performed."

Nathan just looked at me with those piercing blue eyes that haunt my dreams. Well, wet dreams more like it. And I can only wait until he goes ape-shit on me. Yelling and beating me to the ground. So I wait. And wait. And nothing's happening. He just keeps looking at me, like he's trying to look into my very soul. Then he does something unexpected. Nathan reached with his left palm caress my cheek. I unintentionally rub my cheek against Nathan's hand, my eyes drifting shut at the sensation, my left hand sliding around Nathan's waist, his right sliding around mine. "Nathan what are we doing?"

"I don't know, Luke." Nathan kissed his way to my ear, blowing hot breath inside, I feel my body stiffening as I'm sure he can too. "I think about you all the time too," he crooned, putting his hand from around my waist to inside the back of my shirt, "I think I have feelings for you, Luke." He tongued the lobe and I could only moan ever so softly. "I can't help it. No one has ever kissed better than you, sucked better. It's like you are the only one who truely gets me. I want you. I want you more than just some part in a pre-game ritual. I want you as a lover..." Nathan brushed his lips over mine, a featherlight touch. "Just me and you..." I could feel Nathan pour all his passion, all his love into the next kiss, tongue licking at my lips until I finally parted them. And oh God, Nathan's hands were threading in my hair, fingers wound tight, deepening the kiss, moaning into my mouth.

Then I began to push at him, muttering and Nathan backed off. "I know I got carried away, Lucas, but I really want to..."

"So do I, Nate, but are you sure you really sure you want this? I mean we're still brothers. At first we were just trying to dominate one another, our rituals being about lust and nothing more. Fuck buddies, but without the fucking. Now, we're about to cross into lover's territory. You really want us to be both brothers and lovers?"

"Boyfriends."

"What?"

"Brothers and boyfriends. Lovers just sounds too girly for me." Nathan chuckled.

"Ass."

"What do you say Luke? Will you cross that line with me? And break our unspoken rule regarding our rituals?"

I had to think for a moment, partly to figure out what he was talking about, and mostly just to make him squirm.

"Lucas?"

"You mean about the no completion, no penetration rule?"

"Yes. Will you break our rule with me? Will you be my boyfriend?"

"You do know that what we're about to do, about to acknowledge, is illegal right?

"Yeah. But that's what makes things more intense, more undeniable. It's a double taboo. Two guys who are brothers...it's forbidden, but oh so fucking hot."

"You always did think with your dick, Nate." Lucas laughed.

"Can't really help it when I'm around you." Nathan smiled.

Nathan gazed up at his me, eyes a little worried now and I smiled, throwing in the towel completely. "I love you," I said and Nathan's eyes filled with tears and overflowed. I've never seen him cry before. But then I realized, growing up in the household he did, he was desperate for love. And, kitten-soft, my tongue collected them and drank them down, warm salt in his mouth.

I lift my hand and cupped one smooth cheek, stroking the lingering dampness. "Tell me you love me," I pleaded, suddenly needing to hear it.

"I love you," Nathan said instantly, heart in his eyes.

"Tell me that you'll always love me," I demanded.

Nathan's hand lifted now and cupped my face and I found himself leaning into its warmth and solid masculine strength once again.

"I will always love you," Nathan said fiercely, then his lips found mine and he was kissing me wildly, deeply, pushing me down onto the bed.

And I was answering the kiss just as fiercely as need exploded out of me. I gripped Nathan's neck hard, twisting under the bruising kiss, returning the sensual rasp of tongue against tongue, throwing my head back to take a breath and then being engulfed again under the onslaught.

Finally, Nathan's lips gentled against my own, the fierce grasp of his hands softened, became caresses, strokes, sighs of pleasure on my skin. Nathan lifted his head, lips swollen and bruised, breathing harsh. His lashes flickered open and he blinked down at his brother dazedly.

"Lucas?" he murmured as I blinked my own lashes, not surprised to find them damp and heavy. I felt oddly shy as warm blue eyes quartered my face possessively, but I fought it, figuring he was probably losing as warm blood rushed under his skin and Nathan's chest heaved a deep breath against his own.

"So it's decided then? We're boyfriends?" I had to ask.

"Definetly." A huge grin graced his features, "So...now that we're abandoning our no cumming, no fucking rule, who tops first?"

"Me." I stated.

"Why you?"

"Because big brother says so." I burst into giggles.

"Fuck that!"

"Please Nate?" I hit him with the big guns and give him the best puppy dog eyes I can muster. And right then and there, I can see his resolve crumbling.

"Fine. But dude, I so get dibs on topping next time."

"Deal."