Sunday morning hadn't felt so sweet in years. Bro was laying face down in bed, blankets covering his ass and not much else. His back stung a little where Dave's nails had clawed him, reminding him of the blissful night of passion they had shared. As if he'd have forgotten. Bro wasn't positive just how many rounds they had before finally passing out on each other, but if the dried come meant anything at all, they enjoyed each one.

Eyes still shut, Bro smiled. He groped the sheets for the warmth of another body, but before he could wonder why he came up empty, he heard a stumble, bump, and a muffled "Oww," From across the room.

Not smiling anymore, Bro opened his eyes and say up, searching the room until his gaze landed on a still naked Dave, who was leaning heavily against the wall. The kid's jaw was clenched, legs quivering, and he was breathing pretty shakily. Bro easily spotted the signs for what they were: A sore ass. He knew first hand, he's felt that before. Dave was clearly suffering, and pretty badly. The realization of the lack of care he had taken hit him like a kick to the gut. Dave had been a virgin and Bro hadn't even thought to prep him. They didn't even use any lube! He felt like such an idiot, even more so when he saw the bruises on Dave's neck, hips, and thighs.

"I hurt you," Bro mumbled.

Dave heard him. "Bro," He protested.

"It wasn't a question," Bro said louder, an edge to his tone. "Dave you're bruised up and limping! I hurt you! I told you if you were uncomfortable at all you had to say the safe word, you disobeyed me!"

"I wasn't uncomfortable!" Dave insisted. "Sure, it hurt a little…"

"Dave!"

"Okay, okay! Damn! It hurt a lot, but I didn't want to stop you, so I didn't use the fucking safe word! I liked it!"

Bro didn't speak.

"It felt amazing," Dave assured him dreamily. "I mean it. Better than anything I've ever felt."

Dave stepped towards him, hand outstretched as if to comfort, but as soon as Dave tried to leave the wall he winced and leaned back again. Bro could see a line of semen dribbling down Dave's thigh, and by the slight pink tinge, he could tell it was laced with blood. He felt an ache in his chest. "Can you walk?"

There was a long pause, but there was no escaping it. Dave shook his head no.

"We shouldn't have done it," Bro said firmly. "It was a mistake, a huge mistake."

Dave looked hurt. "Come on," The kid protested.

"I never want to cause you pain like that again," He snapped. "Don't you understand?"

"But Bro, I'm fine!"

"Quiet! Just shut up!"

He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but he couldn't handle Dave trying to talk him out of his decision. "You need rest," He amended softly. "C'mere."

He crossed the room and picked Dave up, carrying the kid to his own room to help him dress, and get into his own bed. Bro tucked him in with care, making sure Dave took all three ibuprofen tablets before rubbing his head until he passed out.

It didn't take long.

While Dave slept the day away, Bro busied him self with work. He sat in the little room he used as a workshop, manufacturing special little smuppets, trainers as he called them, for a big order from some BSDM club or something. For a while it distracted him, but suddenly Sunday seamed like it would drag on forever.

Guilt tormented him all day, especially when he went to bring Dave his meals. Dave insisted that the medicine helped, that he could totally walk on his own, but Bro ordered him to stay put unless he seriously had to pee. By the end of the day it was clear that Dave's soreness was lessening, and by the time morning rolled around he was well enough to go to school.

Dave, however, did not want to go, that much was clear. "I want to stay here with you," He complained over breakfast. "What will one day hurt? You know I'm ahead anyway."

"Dave, no."

"You wouldn't even let me out of bed yesterday," Dave protested. "And now you're forcing me out of the house? Sick dude, sick."

Bro normally would have given in, but he knew if he spent all day with nothing to do but be alone with Dave, he was going to have a tough time. "I said no," Bro repeated stiffly. "This conversation is over."

Dave sighed, looking not only bummed out, but truly sad. Bro felt a fresh surge of guilt and opened his arms. Eager, Dave threw himself into the embrace and hugged Bro tightly around the waist. He tucked his little blonde head into the crook of Bro's neck. "You know I love you, Dave," Bro said, petting Dave's hair. "I only want what's best for you."

Instead of a verbal response, Bro felt Dave's mouth graze his neck. It made him ache, but he knew he couldn't indulge again, not even in a kiss or two. "Cut it out, Dave."

"This made you groan like crazy on Saturday night," Dave purred, running his hands under Bro's shirt to finger his thin, blonde chest hair. "Remember?"

"Of course I remember," Bro said shortly, a growl to his tone as he shoved Dave off of him. "Thats not something a man forgets."

"Then give in to it," Dave pleased. "You can feel good again, I'll make you feel good." Dave's free hand crept up his thigh. "Daddy, please?"

Being called Daddy made his loins ache, but he clenched his jaw and pushed Dave away again. "I can't."

Face falling, Dave looked back to his breakfast and began eating without enthusiasm. He was quiet for a long time, seeming lost in thought. Bro felt terrible, just stealing Dave's innocence the way he did when he should have known better. It was with a heavy heart that he urged Dave up and into the car. He tried to act normally, as if Saturday never happened, but that night just wasn't something he could take back. The worst part was, Bro didn't want to take it back. Making love to Dave had been like an impossible dream come alive. The mere memory made his heart pound, and he was so caught up that when he pulled onto the road and felt a hand on his knee, he thought he was just imagining it. IT didn't take long for him to realize his mistake. "What, Dave?" HE asked, exasperated. "I'm driving."

"I was thinking," Dave said eagerly, talking fast as if he were trying to force all of the words out at once. "That if it was hurting my ass that made uou flip out, we could just… Do it another way!"

Before Bro could say anything Dave's hand was palming his crotch, teasing him stiff. Bro grabbed his wrist to stop him. The kid had a point, but Bro had to quit cold turkey, no matter how hard it was. "No," He said firmly. "We're family, you're twelve, it's just wrong."

"You don't believe that," Dave grumbled, angrily crossing his arms.

Dave didn't seem any happier to admit defeat than Bro was to admit Dave was right.

For the rest of the ride both brothers stayed silent, only speaking up to mutter out a rushed goodbye when they pulled up behind the middle school.
Dave lingered for a moment, glancing around. There was no one there, the Striders were pretty much the only hipsters who used the back entrance, so when Dave swooped in to give Bro a lingering kiss on the cheek, he wasn't worried that anyone had seen. His only worry was that he'd be thinking of nothing but that kiss for the rest of the day.

With a sigh, Bro said a final goodbye and drove away, when he got home he walked past Dave's forgotten lunch box in a daze, going to work on his pron site before he had to get Dave that afternoon. He only realized what what he saw meant when he got a text around twelve thirty. Dave had no food for lunch. Shaking his head, he got right back in the car and drove up to the school, getting out and waiting by the deserted back door.

It wasn't long before the door opened and Dave came barreling through, an armful of books clutched to his chest. Wordless and blank faced, Bro held Dave's lunch out. Dave reached for it eagerly, and like a dork, dropped all of his books on the ground.

Dave stood there blushing, arm still awkwardly outstretched, and Bro pitied him. "Here kid," He sighed. "I'll pick 'em up, take this."

Bro held out the lunch box again but Dave shook his head, looking totally flustered. "No, I'll get them," Dave insisted, getting down on his knees to gather his belongings. This happened to leave his face inches from Bro's groin.

They both swallowed, remaining still until Dave broke the ice by running a hand up Bro's thigh. It was one of his most sensitive spots, and because of that he didn't move right away. His hesitance gave Dave the opportunity to lean in and press a hungry kiss to Bro's stomach through his shirt. "Please let me do this," Dave begged softly. "Just this, I promise. Please…"

"Dave, no," He groaned.

"Bro I don't car what we do," He practically cried. "I just want to do it with you, I want you so damn bad!"

Clenching his jaw, Bro pulled Dave up, gathered the kids things and shoved them in his arms, lunch included. "I said no."

For a moment, Dave looked crushed, but then his face hardened and he gave his bangs a haughty flip. "Fine," He snapped, and without another word he turned on his heel and slammed the school door in Bro's face.

Bro was beyond pissed.

On the ride home that afternoon, both of their moods were icy and stiff. They sat straight backed and blank faced, neither looking the other's way. At one point, Dave muttered that he should have waited for the bus. The attitude continued all day and evening, the tension between them getting thicker and thicker until Bro couldn't stand holding it in. He didn't even care that it was pitch black dark outside. "On the roof," He barked. "Strife."

"You're kidding me, right?" Dave griped. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Before Bro could give him heat for his back talk Dave yanked his broken sword from the sink and dragged it up the stairs to the roof. Bro waited until he was out of sight to snatch up his katana and flash step to the roof before Dave was even through with the stairs.

The kid looked like he was going to throw a tantrum. "What the-" He babbled. "You, like, fuck you were-"

"Yeah, so?"

"Whatever. Let's get this over with, okay?"

As if he'd let Dave off so easy.

Bro was nothing short of brutal on that roof. The wind blew strong and cold, as cold as a Texan winter could be, and Bro beat Dave senseless. First it was swords, but despite how Dave tried hard to slice at him, Bro only smacked the kid with the flat of his blade. He got Dave's sides, his shoulder, his back and even his head, hardly breaking a sweat. "Quit it with that!" Dave snapped, out of breath. "If you want to use a sword, use it! I don't need the flat side, I'm not a baby!"

"Quit acting like one then," Bro spat.

After swords it was hand to hand, and as exprected, Dave took a serious beating. "Did you even try?" Bro demanded, wrapping a bandage around a reluctant Dave's forearm. It was the one place he sliced with his sword. "At all?"

"Why should I?" He muttered, glaring at the wall. "You're just gonna knock the shit out of me, anyway."

"You'll be in a lot less pain if you learn to fucking block a punch."

"At least last time you bruised me up, it felt good. This just fucking hurts."

"You're bruised because you took a beating," Bro snapped. He didn't want to think of the other kind of bruises he had left on Dave, it filled him with guilt and with arousal all at once.

"You only gave me such a beating cause you're pissed!"

"Of course I'm fucking pissed!" Bro shouted, throwing the bandages down. "You've done nothing but give me attitude all day!"

"It's only because I want you!"

"I can't do that to you again!" Bro screamed. "Strife is one thing, that… that night was different!"

"Whatever!" Dave yelled in reply. "Fine! I don't fucking care!"

"Watch your tone, punk," Bro warned.

Dave looked up, took off his shades, and met Bro's glare. There was a challenge in his eyes. "Is that an order, sir?"

"It shouln't have to be," Bro growled. "You're my kid."

"What if I want it to be?"

"Do not taunt me Dave."

Rolling his eyes, Dave leaned forward and touched Bro's thigh. It was as if he just knew he was going to get his way in the end. His gaze softened, and he looked up at Bro with falsely innocent eyes. "Daddy, please?"

"You're a spoiled little shit, you know that?"

"Well," Dave countered, moving his hand up Bro's abs. A small smile tugged at his mouth. "Look who spoiled me."

Finally, at his wits end with Dave's mind games and attitude, Bro grit his teeth, slamming a hand down on the table. The impact caused the first aid supplies to roll in separate directions. "Get your ass into first," He bellowed.

Dave had jumped, but he soon recovered, rolling his eyes. He clearly didn't trust Bro's intentions. "For what?" He quipped. "Aggressive cuddling?"

"Now!" Bro snarled.

Looking alarmed, Dave jumped up and scurried to the corner to sit, nervously lowering his gaze to the floor and keeping it there. His posture was purely submissive, and it had Bro's chest swelling with satisfaction. He crossed the room slowly, watching Dave squirm. He felt the kid deserved it, honestly. Up until that point, Dave's never had a more direct punishment than a time out, but Dave's never been so disrespectful either, so it was fitting that Bro kick the stakes up a notch. Dave hadn't once been so disrespectful before, not in his entire life. They were both in unknown territory, but with an image from Dave's book in his mind, Bro didn't feel lost.

He began circling Dave, watching him closely from behind the safety of his shades. "I've never been more pissed off at you in my life," He stated bluntly, but calmly. "You've disrespected me, preyed on my weaknesses, taunted me, tricked me, and given had a bigger attitude than every woman on the bachelor combined. All that, over sex. I thought you were more mature than that."

Dave twitched, looking like he wanted to speak up in his defense, but holding his tongue. He kept his head down, and Bro continued. "Because of your desperation to indulge in BDSM, I am going to punish you like a Dom is supposed to punish a naughty Sub. I'm going to spank your ass until your cheeks peel. Got it?"

Bro nodded timidly.

"Look at me," Bro ordered. "Speak out loud when I ask you a fucking question."

"Yes sir!" Dave stammered.

"Stand," Bro barked. "Strip, and bend over."

"Yes sir," Dave gulped. Biting his lip the whole time, he got to his feet, turned to press both hands against the wall, and leaned until his torso was parallel with the floor. His ass jutted out towards Bro, who was pulling off his shades and gloves with a steely look in his eyes. He wanted no barriers between him and Dave, nothing separating Dominate from Submissive.

"Are you ready?" Bro asked, stepping up behind Dave.

At first, Dave only nodded. Then, when Bro narrowed his eyes and arched a brow, Dave corrected himself, openly flustered. "Y-yes sir."

"Better," Bro grunted. "Now count."

"How high?"

There was a pause, and Dave blushed even redder, squeezing his eyes shut. "Sir?"

"You're gonna count until I see you've learned your lesson."

Dave bowed his head, accepting his punishment in silence. Bro looked down at Dave's tight firm ass, thinking of the way Dave slammed that school door in his face. Gritting his teeth he struck, hearing Dave cry out. "One…"

With every smack, Dave's pale cheeks reddened, a hand print becoming clearer each time. It felt good to let out that anger, to finally put Dave in his place. It wasn't hurting Dave, exactly, that pleased him however, it was knowing that he was teaching Dave, molding him into a better sub. It was after the eleventh spank that something finally stopped him. Dave's voice shook, and Bro saw a shining tear roll down the kid's face. Bro didn't feel guilty for administering the punishment the way he did, but his fury melted away completely, and he ran a soothing hand over that angry red mark, letting Dave know with the gentlest of touches that the bad part was over. Dave turned around, face wet with tears and lip trembling. Bro's eyes softened and he held out his arms. "Come."

Dave threw himself into Bro's arm. "I'm sorry," He sniffled.

Without a word Bro took Dave's chin in his hand and kissed him, communicating forgiveness with every gentle brush of his lips.

"M'so sorry," Dave murmured between kisses, wrapping his arms tight around BRo's back and pressing their bodies together, as close as his strength would allow. "I… I just want you so bad, I… It felt so good, and it was so perfect waking up by you like that. Remembering what you did to me and seeing your hand prints on my body was probably the best moment of my life. I didn't care that I was sore…"

After realizing how much he was talking, Dave trailed off, and Bro wrapped him up in a long embrace, continuing to brush his mouth over Dave's. He'd missed the taste like crazy, and knew that he couldn't resist Dave forever. He thought about it for a very long time as he held Dave in his arms when suddenly, a light bulb flicked on somewhere over his head. "I have an idea."