Chapter Seven: The Deal a.k.a. My Darkness is Your Darkness
That night Lucas dreamed it again. It had been during the summer he'd been fourteen and he had been playing on his own down at the River Court when Nathan and Tim and a few others had come down and started hassling him. Lucas had argued that Nathan had his own basketball court in his own driveway so why did he need this one? Smirking Nathan had replied that it wasn't half as fun as taking this away from Lucas. "Besides, big brother, I already told you, this is my world and in my world, you don't play basketball."
Lucas bit his lip and glared, feeling powerless and scared. So far all his dealings with his 'brother' had been violent or sexual and it left him feeling very confused. It was a pleasure-pain relationship, with Nathan getting pleasure while dolling out pain and Lucas strangely moved and desperate for the small gestures of comfort and affection that Nathan occasionally dealt out. Like when Lucas was blowing him, sometimes Nathan would stop holding on to his hair so tightly and loosen up, moving one hand down to caress Lucas's jaw line. Or sometimes after Nathan had used Lucas in whatever way he had wanted to that day he would spend ten or fifteen minutes calming Lucas down and petting him, telling him with his eyes that it would be alright, simply because Nathan Scott said it would be.
Sometimes Lucas truly hated Nathan, hated that he had a dad and a large house and the best position on the school basketball team. But then again sometimes he loved his brother, in a very unbrotherly way.
It was love that won out that day when Nathan ordered him off the court and to the benches. Tim Smith, in his heavy North Carolina accent which half the kids at school swore he only put on to impress his new (hot) stepmom, complained and muttered about why couldn't Nathan just send Lucas back to the shithole he called home. Nathan, ignoring the tense blond boy now seated on the benches, told his friend that there was no fun in that idea and besides, Nathan was going to teach him a lesson after he had finished his game. Tim laughed and Lucas paled, wishing he had the strength to run away from the other boys, Nathan in particular.
He watched for just over an hour as Nathan and Tim beat the three others by three baskets and eventually the air grew colder and the sun started to leave the sky. Nathan called out for them to quit. Tim called his new (hot) stepmom who came to pick them up, but Nathan refused a life home and instead made his way over to a shivering Lucas.
"You cold, kid?" Nathan asked, kicking his leg when the blond didn't reply.
He nodded, rubbing at his newly acquired injury and glaring at the ground. Nathan grinned. "Good because I'm boiling and I've got an activity that'll warm you up. You game or are you too pussy… ops, I mean chicken?"
"Do I get a choice?" Asked Lucas roughly.
Nathan laughed. "Sure. You can chose to walk off this court and never come here again."
Lucas looked away angrily. "Oh come on! We had a deal. You agree to never go near the school team again and give me what I want whenever I want it and I leave your pesky River Court alone and don't torment you at school, much. But the thing is, you haven't been delivering so I came to collect."
Lucas bit his lip and nodded, knowing that wasn't why they did this, or at least that wasn't the whole story. He himself didn't know the full story, but he knew his half and it went a lot deeper than just a stupid deal which didn't really benefit him that much.
Nathan pulled him up and pushed him down so he was bent over the bench. Lucas cried out in surprise and shock. They had never done this before and Luke was really sure he didn't want to do this now. He was only fourteen and this was his brother!
It didn't hurt as much as Lucas had been afraid it would. Nathan had come prepared with lubricant that Lucas was sure he didn't want to know where it came from, and as they were still only young and had some growing left to do Nathan's cock wasn't scary huge, just over four and a half cut inches, however he felt the burn of every one of them as Nathan entered him, stretching him and making him shake with strange feelings. Lucas gripped the edge of the bench and hoped it would be over soon, pleasure warring with pain as his cock perked up.
"You're such a fag, man."
"Says the boy with his dick in my ass!" Lucas retorted as Nathan made a particularly rough thrust, grazing his prostate and sending sparks of pleasure shooting through Lucas who let out an involuntary moan.
Nathan leaned in to bite Lucas's neck, worrying at an area just below his collar bone knowing that Lucas would have to wear nigh neck tees for the next week and whenever Nathan saw Lucas he'd remember this moment, and whenever Lucas got undressed or dressed he'd remember it too, and he'd remember Nathan and all the things that he let Nathan do to him. Nathan whispered in his ear, "yeah but it's enjoying getting fucked which makes you a fag, Lucas. I bet I can make you come just by doing this," Nathan rolled his hips again which elicited a low moan them the boy beneath him. "I'd never even have to touch your cock and you would come, just from having me inside you."
Lucas took a shuddering breath, trying to remain calm and cool even as Nathan picked up his pace.
"I mean, unless you're gonna tell me that the girl you always hang with is your girl? Because I'm telling you, she's not bad. Bet she'd be a sweet ride."
"She's like a sister to me!" Lucas said angrily, the irony of the situation only striking him as his brother leaned in close and said, "then it shouldn't be a problem for you, then, should it?"
"Just keep away from Haley!" Lucas bit at his brother who simply laughed.
"Sure. Long as you satisfy me I won't need to seek out Haley… so you'd better satisfy me." Nathan said coldly as he sped up, hurting Lucas as much as he was pleasuring him with his careless pace. He yelled as he came, a wordless sound that echoed through the near by woods. When he had zipped himself up he turned to look at Lucas who was staring defiantly at his brother. In the darkness Nathan could just make out the cum stain and smiled. He leaned in to kiss his brother's forehead. "Guess I did make you come after all."
Nathan walked a little while before calling his dad to get him to pick him up, apologising saying that basketball had run over a little but he felt like he'd had a good work out. Lucas walked all the way to his house, finding his mom waiting up for him, angry and telling him that Faith had called while he was out, ruining his alibi. No amount of apologising could get Karen off of her son's case that night and no amount of threats of being grounded and extra chores could elicit a truthful answer about Lucas had been doing at eleven o'clock on a school night. Karen finally gave him a month of being grounded with no TV for two weeks and no basketball for a week, plus extra chores at the café. With this on top of the events of the night Lucas went up stairs to fume, mad at the world but unable to let anyone know about it!
It was then that he had painted the picture. Using the white chalk to outline Nathan's familiar 'orgasm face'. White chalk because it made him seem like an angel but at the same time reminded Lucas of a skeleton and a ghost. A ghost because Nathan would never, could never, be seen with Lucas in public even in a brotherly way let alone as lovers. A skeleton because Lucas was the Scott family skeleton and in every artists work there was a part of himself, like the way that in Nathan it was easy to see Dan, and even if it was just on paper Lucas wanted to know that in Nathan was a little part of him. Black for the darkness that surrounded their wrong relationship, and red for the blood he was bleeding both figurative and literally.
He never planned on showing it to his teacher, but it had been in his sketch book which the art teacher had confiscated. Luckily she hadn't recognised Nathan in it, just saw a boy. She had thought it was amazing and asked if he had any similar work. Lucas had flinched and replied no, and that that would be his last picture ever.
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The memory lingered even as Lucas woke up, sweating and thirsty. He checked the time, only two am. He had hours to kill before school and nothing to do. He'd call Brooke, but she had dumped him. He'd call Peyton but she was the reason Brooke had dumped him and anyway he wasn't in the mood for dealing with her questions or her drama. Normally he'd call Haley, she'd be first on the list, but now she 'knew' about him and Nathan, Lucas was less than eager to talk.
And that left Nathan. The obvious answer. With sudden clarity Lucas dressed and snuck out of the house and down the latter outside, walking until he came to Deb's house where Nathan was staying until Deb and Dan formally sorted out the issue of custody. He used the spare key that Haley had told him about and found Nathan's room easily, pleased to see his little brother was still awake too.
"Lucas, what are you doing here!" Nathan hissed.
Lucas didn't answer. Instead he pushed the door closed and took his t-shirt off, enjoying the way Nathan's breath hitched and his eyes were drawn to Lucas's chest, a sight he hadn't seen in many months, not since Lucas decided to join the basketball team after Keith and Whitey's interference. Lucas made his way over to the bed, pausing to let Nathan pull back the covers. Lucas climbed in and rolled on top of his brother so they were flush. Looking into Nathan's dark brown eyes, Lucas said "I'm making a choice," and he plunged his tongue into the younger man's mouth, meeting passion with passion as Nathan tried to swap roles, eventually winning but it wasn't the win he was interested in, it was Lucas. And it was Lucas who he slept next to.
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The End or TBC?
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