It was quiet…
Too quiet…
Well not exactly.
It was more peaceful than quiet, but that still should have perhaps been the first inkling that something was amiss. Treavor was nose deep in his history textbook, not exactly aware of what was going on around him and certainly too cozy to notice anything wrong…
That was how Morgan had found him, comfortably curled against the arm of the loveseat in the very, very back seating area of the library, where the bookshelves were arranged oddly, creating more walls than straight halls. Allowing Morgan to slip quite close to his younger brother without him noticing.
The nearby lamp was off but the window curtains were open, it was raining quite terribly outside, the morning drizzle had become a roaring beast by mid day, but the soft, dull light wafting through the storm was cozy and the gentle pitter-patter of rain against the window soothing.
What wasn't soothing was having a large textbook snapped closed mere inches from your nose.
Treavor's yelp seemed to echo throughout the library as he jerked away from the sudden movement before him, his hands rose quickly as he instinctively tried to shield his face.
His yelp may have seemed loud… But Morgan's low chuckle was deafening.
Treavor froze in place.
"You'll ruin your eyes reading in the dark like that, baby brother." Morgan chided lightly as he circled the loveseat like some wild cat preparing to pounce.
Treavor hated the fact that, in this analogy, he was undoubtedly the prey…
Morgan hummed a little something to himself as he looked the textbook over before setting it down at the edge of the coffee table between the loveseat and the nearby recliner.
He then plopped himself down in the center of the loveseat, just where Treavor's feet rested.
The younger brother quickly scrambled away, drawing his knees to his chest and his feet out from beneath his brother.
It was a panicked reaction, one which Treavor would soon regret. He knew not to run from his brothers… Treavor couldn't run… Running wouldn't do anything good for him, it'd only give Morgan an excuse to hurt him…
He knew exactly what Morgan was capable of...
And it was the last thing Treavor wanted.
"Now then." The younger twin chimed lightly as he turned to face his little brother, Treavor could tell he was disappointed by Treavor's reaction to their close proximity, but what was done, was done.
Treavor would pay for it later.
"What on earth are you doing all the way at the back of the library?"
Treavor averted his eyes to his textbook as he mumbled a quiet, "I-I was studying…" It wasn't a lie, he had been doing just that, studying for his history test tomorrow.
"Why did you stutter Treavor?"
Of course, his brother wouldn't see it that way, no, Treavor hadn't been studying all day, that was absurd, their lazy little brother, studying? Preposterous!
No, Treavor had been hiding from them, hiding from them all day.
An offence most grievous.
An action not without consequence.
"We've been looking for you everywhere you know." Morgan mused thoughtfully as his one arm stretched out across the back of the loveseat in a comfortable slouch, legs spread.
With an unconscious glance, Treavor could see the tightness of Morgan's pants, he looked away quickly...
"I know I've been through the library twice today already. Why is it that I never saw hair or hide of you Treavor?" Morgan baited cheekily.
"I-I wasn't in t-the library when you were?" Treavor tried. He knew exactly what game his brother was playing, and he knew there was no winning for him.
"Ah…" Morgan huffed with a nod, "So you were avoiding us?" He hissed playfully as he turned to face his younger brother.
Treavor shied away from the look in his brother's eyes… That horribly familiar look…
"I-I need to study for my test Morgan…" He mumbled quietly, glancing over to the younger twin sheepishly, his throat tightened and his heart began to flutter violently as he watched Morgan free hand slowly begin to undo his belt...
"I-I need to-to study Morgan." Treavor said quickly, attempting to diffuse the situation before things could get worse, "I'm sorry you couldn't find me earlier but I-I'm busy now." His voice shook with every other word and he knew he wasn't helping his case at all.
"S-So could I please g-go back to my book?" He finally asked, tensing as the younger twin laughed again, his belt was loose and the front button of his pants undone.
"Well, it certainly sounds like you've been studying for a while Treavor." Morgan hummed lightly, in a sickeningly playful tone as he shifted atop the loveseat, the arm he had resting along the backrest of the loveseat shot out like a snake.
A firm hand settled at Treavor's shoulder.
"How about you take a break?" The younger twin hummed, Treavor could feel the thumb on his shoulder run over his shirt slowly… He could also feel the itching warmth of tears gathering in his eyes as the unmistakable, 'ziiiiiiip' of a fly slowly opening invaded the air.
"Hmm? Does that sound nice Treavor?" Morgan asked as he leered close, too close.
Treavor shook his head feverishly, feeling the tears slipping down his cheeks.
They had played this song and done this dance before… And Treavor had yet to figure out the tune or steps.
Treavor could hardly cope with his brothers' most unwanted affectation on a good day… Not that good days existed mind you-
Morgan pouted as he shuffled closer. Too close, way too fucking close.
"Treavor…" Morgan whispered sweetly as he moved to rest his chin atop Treavor's knees, his free hand moving to join his other at Treavor's arm. In a fluid motion, Treavor found himself resting against the arm of the loveseat, his knees still, thankfully, tucked to his chest.
"Are you planning on being difficult Treavor?" Morgan asked softly as his hands slunk down Treavor's arms, reaching around Treavor's knees, allowing his fingers to toy with the buttons on Treavor's shirt, not unfastening them yet… Merely toying…
A small hiccuped breath escaped the younger brother's lungs as a hand dipped lower to slide over his clothed hip.
"Treavor." Morgan repeated his name again, just as softly, but this time, somehow, it slipped through the older brother's teeth like some sweet poison, sinister and soothing all at once.
The older brother shuffled closer, leaning over Treavor's knees to dip his head close, teeth and lips gently nibbled at Treavor ear as a cock, still confined within undergarments, thank the Abbey, purposefully pressed against Treavor's calf.
"Please no…" Treavor mumbled hollowly as he tried to shift away from the burning touch, turning his head away with a bleakly whispered, "Pl-please Morgan just… Just go away, please…"
Morgan 'tsk'd' at that, his hands rose to Treavor's knees and in the next moment, Treavor's thighs were forced apart, the younger brother sobbed as he was tugged, roughly may he add, into his brother's lap.
"Oh, don't be like that Treavor." Morgan chided softly as he looked down at the brother beneath him. Treavor's eyes looked anywhere but Morgan as heat and shame rose to his cheeks…
Before Treavor could think of anything else to say, his legs, or one leg, was hiked up over the back of the loveseat, the other was position to just rest over Morgan's thigh.
Treavor weakly tried to shove his brother away as Morgan took hold of his hips, he knew it was pointless, he knew he was powerless…
Heat rolled beneath Treavor's skin and bile in his stomach as Morgan began softly grinding his clothed erection against his baby brother's ass, Treavor could feel the stiffness of Morgan's cock against the seat of his pants…
It was humiliating…
But what was worse? What was worse was that all the while, Treavor could feel Morgan watching him, watching as he nibbled at his lower lip to silence his whimpers and soft cries.
It was humiliating… So fucking humiliating.
But Treavor began to cry, really truly cry, when Morgan leaned close to suck bruises into his neck.