Ok people, I'm warning you now that this chapter gets a bit more dramatic. I'm not saying why, because I don't want to ruin it. But it does get a tad darker. Please read and review for me.
-TrueAlvonFan19
Drake wandered around his house in thought, more than curious about his more recent discovery of his prodigy. He realized that what he had seen was probably what his little protégé had been keeping from him. His own brother held captive his sexual desires. And once more, his thought was, very interesting… He would have to figure out how he was going to go about handling this new information.
Of course, he had to admit, his interest was more on his prodigy's brother. Yes, he remembered him. Tan fur, dazzling blue eyes, and an assertive, leading personality that did outshine his younger siblings very much. Maybe it was time he requested another performance from his favorite band.
Theodore and Eleanor were reluctant to part as they both stood outside her hotel room, knowing Dave was going to be dropping them off at the airport in an hour. Theodore had asked to go along but Dave said it was too late for them to be out and that they needed their rest.
"I'm going to miss you, Ellie," Theodore said sadly. Eleanor smiled reassuringly.
"Don't worry, Teddy, it's not goodbye. When you get back, you and I can go on a picnic. I'll learn some new recipes for you so when I cook, it'll be something new," she said excitedly. Theodore grinned brightly and he hugged his female counterpart.
"It's a date," he whispered. Eleanor blushed brightly and she nuzzled his cheek with hers as they broke the hug. She waved to him as she went inside. With a sad sigh, he made his way to his hotel room.
Alvin nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt hands on his waist. He turned quickly, facing his younger sibling. "I told you to stop doing that!"
Simon smirked. "It's fun. I love hearing your heart race when I do it." Alvin scowled and removed his brother's hands from his waist.
"Theodore will be back any minute. Last thing I want is him walking in on us with your hands all over me," Alvin stated, walking past his brother and going into living room to see what food was still left over.
"When are we going to tell Theodore about us?" Simon asked. Alvin stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face his brother, stepping back when he saw how close they were to one another.
"Tell him?" Alvin asked. Simon nodded. "We can't tell him or anyone about us." Simon frowned, and the disapproving look that filled his expression and eyes made Alvin look away from him.
"And why is that?" Simon asked, folding his arms over his chest. Alvin cleared his throat and took another step back. Simon countered the move by grabbing Alvin's arm and pulling him roughly against him, making his brother's breath catch and a blush fill his cheeks. "Why can't we tell Theodore, Alvin?"
"Tell me what?" Theodore asked, opening the door and walking inside. Alvin pulled away from Simon quickly and went over to his baby brother.
"That you can't…uh… leave the room service cart in the room," Alvin lied quickly, feeling Simon's heated glare on his back. Theodore had an 'oh' look on his face.
"Oh right," Theodore said. "My bad, Alvin. I'll take it out right now." He went into the living room and grabbed the cart. "I'll be right back." Alvin and Simon watched their baby brother leave the room.
As soon as the door closed behind him, Simon grabbed Alvin and pressed him against the wall, his heated gray eyes locking onto Alvin's blue ones. "I suggest you answer my question now, Alvin."
Alvin's stubbornness hit and he narrowed his eyes, removing Simon's hands from him, only because the younger allowed it, and pushed him away. "I suggest you figure it out, Einstein."
Simon's eyes flashed white and he growled. He grabbed Alvin's upper arms when the older tried to walk away and repeated the action of pinning him to the wall. "I think you forgot just who's in charge here." Alvin rolled his eyes.
"I think you forgot who's older," Alvin retaliated. Despite his annoyance, Simon smirked.
"Older or not, I think we both know who's dominant between us," Simon stated. At this, Alvin blushed. "You couldn't dominate me if you tried. Not that you would, since you love having me in charge."
"I-I think we're getting off topic here," Alvin said, putting his hands on Simon's chest, pushing him back. Simon stepped back, his eyes now dancing with amusement and there was a hint of a predatory glint in the gray orbs.
"You're right. I'm still waiting for your answer on why we can't tell Theodore about us," he reminded.
"What other reason is there?" Alvin asked. "It's wrong." Simon rolled his eyes.
"Oh I see, you're finally maturing and decided that following the rules is in your forte?" Simon teased. Alvin blushed and scowled.
"No!" he snapped. Simon chuckled.
"Well then, what's your point?" Simon asked. Alvin remained silent. "Alvin," he said, his tone indicating that he wasn't in the mood to be ignored.
"I-I…" Alvin stammered just as Theodore came back inside.
"Hey guys, what are you still doing out here?" Theodore asked, going over to them. Alvin was quick to jump on the chance to leave this conversation with Simon, though he knew the choice to do so would be quick to come back to him.
Simon watched his two brothers go into the room, his body humming with annoyance. No worries, he would deal with the matter soon.
Alvin knew he was going to have to face Simon soon. He knew his brother hated being ignored, he had expressed the distaste he had for it several times. He didn't know what he was feeling more, anticipation or fear. He could feel Simon's annoyance and anger through his mark and he swallowed.
Simon took his sweet time going back into the room. He straightened up the living room and the kitchen a bit before deciding to go into the room. Alvin and Theodore were lying down in their beds when he finally entered the room. His keen hearing could hear Theodore's slowed, even breathing and he knew he had fallen asleep already. His gray eyes landed on Alvin and he could hear his brother's rapid heartbeat instantly. He smirked. You have every reason to be on edge, Alvin…Every reason.
He closed the door softly behind, being sure to not make a sound as he approached his older brother's bed. As he stood beside his brother's bed, he realized something. I think it's time we take things up a notch.
**Next Day**
That morning, Alvin didn't get up from bed. He didn't move from his position on his side. He didn't remove the blanket from his body and lay still, staring at the fabric of his blanket. The only thing he did that indicated movement was blinking and breathing. He didn't think what he did deserved such a punishment. He thought maybe a little talk would have sufficed. But no.
He lay there, thinking over the events of just a few hours ago. Maybe he should have known. He knew how his brother was when it came to respect and he had deliberately disrespected him. Well, he knew now to never do it again. He also knew Simon didn't fall under the, 'I'll never hurt you' category. He just couldn't believe what had happened. Maybe he had dreamt it all. Yeah, that would be nice. He could handle it all just being a crazy nightmare. But he knew it wasn't one, it was very much real. It really did happen.
Had he really upset Simon that much that he felt he had to resort to such an extreme punishment?
"Alvin, time to get up," Dave said, poking his head into the room. Alvin remained unresponsive, the mere idea of moving making his body ache. "Alvin?"
"I heard you Dave. I'll be out in a bit," Alvin stated, unable to miss the hollowness in his voice. Dave wanted to question his son's neutral tone, but thought better of it and left, closing the door gently behind him.
It took a good few minutes for Alvin to gather the willpower to get out of bed; only because of the inevitable pain he knew he'd feel when he began moving. The only real motivation he had to even begin moving was the idea of a long shower, maybe a bath instead.
"Simon, what's wrong with Alvin?" Theodore asked. Simon looked over at Theodore and shrugged.
"I'm not sure, Theodore," he answered. He sat back in his chair in thought. Alvin was indeed acting very much out of character. He missed breakfast, although there was some left over for him. But him sleeping in so late was bizarre enough for him to hold concern. "I'll go check on him. Maybe he's out of bed now."
Simon left the couch and went into the room, his keen ears catching the sound of bathwater running. Bathwater? He went over to the door and listened for any sounds. He could smell salt, and he knew that despite not being able to hear it, Alvin was crying in there. He knocked softly. "Alvin?"
Through their bond, he felt Alvin tense and he briefly remembered feeling that same reaction last night, though he couldn't recall for what reason. He knocked again, but got no answer.
"Alvin, are you alright?" he asked. He heard movement and then something fell, but he knew nothing broke. He still went unanswered, but he was being bombarded with different emotions on Alvin's end and he was beginning to feel overwhelmed. He straightened up and said in a firm voice, "Alvin, answer me."
The feeling of fear and overwhelmed hurt and pain nearly knocked Simon off his feet. He shook his head to gather his bearings and stared at the door in shock. There was no doubt about it that reaction had come from what he had said. But why?
"Alvin?" he repeated in a more concerned tone, a tone he hadn't used since he had been bitten. He realized he was beginning to sound like his old self. He knew it was a long shot, but he tried the doorknob, twisting it slowly to test to see if it was locked. Shockingly, it wasn't. He eased the door open and was hit with steam. He peeked inside and only saw that the tub was covered with the shower curtains. He went inside and closed the door gently behind him.
He wanted to call out to his brother once more, to forewarn him he was in the room with him, but the fear he knew was of him had him hesitating. What had he done to his brother to make him afraid of him? And not just afraid…terrified.
The bathwater was turned off, and Simon could hear the water shift as Alvin settled in it. He knew he had to say something. Pulling the curtain back was not a good way to let his brother know he was there in the bathroom with him. "Alvin?" he whispered.
The silence prior to the call was so intense, Simon could hear Alvin's breath catch. He could hear his heartbeat increasing and he could even hear him choking of sobs in the back of his throat. Alvin's breathing was erratic as he struggled to get it under control. "Please Simon…"
Simon stepped closer, desperate to console his brother who held some unknown fear of him.
"Please, go away…" He heard the water shift, and if he was right, Alvin was moving towards the faucet, trying to stay hidden.
Alvin couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, he couldn't control the tears that poured down his cheeks like waterfalls. His chest felt like it was going to burst, the urge to keep his sobs locked away into the back of his throat making him dizzy.
Simon stepped closer to the tub and he was soon within arm's reach of the curtain. "Alvin, what's wrong?"
At the question, Alvin went almost numb. What's wrong? His brother had the audacity to come in here and ask him what's wrong. As if he didn't know! Alvin stood, ignoring the pain that raced through his body at the action and he pulled open the curtain, almost ripping it off at the force of the action.
Simon blinked in surprise, but kept his eyes locked onto Alvin's.
"Did you really just ask me that?" Alvin demanded. Simon shifted his gaze before looking back into Alvin's eyes. "Did you come in here for another round, is that it?"
Simon's eyes widened. "Round? What are you talking about, Alvin?"
"I'm already undressed, that should make it easier for you. I promise to not put up a fight this time. I know you don't like that," Alvin continued. Simon was appalled.
Was he suggesting that he would…?
Alvin let go of the curtain and patted his hip, "Come on. You know you want to." Simon shook his head in shock.
"Alvin, what are you talking about?" he asked. Alvin stepped out of the tub, not grabbing his towel to cover himself with it. Simon stepped back, but Alvin grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer.
"Come on, Simon. What's stopping you all of a sudden? I know it's not me, since I asked…no begged you to stop last night. So now that I'm letting you, you don't want to? Would you rather I not offer myself to you? It wouldn't be rape-"
"Rape?" Simon cut Alvin off. "What are you talking about, Alvin? I would never do that to you!"
"You did it last night!" Alvin snapped. Simon's eyes widened at the words. He would never do something like that to Alvin!
"Alvin, maybe it was a bad dream," Simon suggested. Alvin rolled his eyes and Simon was relieved when he put his towel around his waist.
"A bad dream, right…" Alvin bypassed his brother, trying to ignore the hot pain running through him as he did so. "So this pain I'm feeling right now is from a bad dream?" he demanded, facing Simon, his eyes narrowed. "I can't believe you're denying it. Maybe I would have been able to forgive you if you'd apologize, but you're denying it."
"Alvin, I didn't rape you," Simon insisted. The mere idea of forcing Alvin into such a thing, something he wanted to do in time, something he wanted to be fully consensual, was an image he would never get out of his head. "I would never do that to you."
"You keep saying you wouldn't, but I remember all too well what happened last night. I know you did it," Alvin repeated. He opened the door for Simon. "Now get out." Simon walked over to Alvin and stood in front of him.
"Alvin, I promise you I didn't do it. I wanted that to be special between us, whenever it came down to happening," he admitted. Alvin's face scrunched up with disgust.
"Simon, for anything like that to happen, anything like what we used to do to happen, you'd have to force it on me. Just like last night. I'll be damned if I go near you again. Now, get out," he said sharply, his voice full of finality. Simon was hurt and confused, but something in him was motivated to find out just what happened last night.
He left the bathroom and the door was slammed shut right behind him. He went over to Alvin's bed. If he really was raped, there should be blood on his sheets. He lifted Alvin's blanket, and before seeing it, he could smell it. Yes, there was definitely blood there. He stripped the bed of its sheets and was glad when it didn't seep through to the mattress. He put them into a black bag and remade Alvin's bed. He would need to look these over and hopefully find another set of DNA so he could see who had violated his older brother.
Of course, the fact that he remembered feeling Alvin tense up last night made him wonder. It made him worry, maybe he had done it. And if so…why didn't he remember it? What was going on?
Theodore sat with Dave, watching TV when the phone rang. Dave stood and left to answer it. At that moment, a commercial came on and Theodore decided to go and see how his brothers were doing. He walked into the room and watched Simon finish making Alvin's bed. "Simon?" he called. Simon adjusted Alvin's pillow and looked over at him. "Did you find out what's wrong with Alvin?"
Simon went over to him and guided him out of the room. "He's just not feeling well right now, Theo."
Dave hung up the phone and went back into the living room. "Where's Alvin?" Simon looked over at Dave.
"He's taking a bath right now," Simon told him. Dave nodded. Theodore climbed onto the couch and sat beside Dave.
"Who was on the phone?" he asked. Dave smiled down at Theodore.
"I'll wait till you're all here, and then I'll let you know," he answered. Simon sat beside Theodore and they all resumed watching TV. It was half an hour later when Alvin came out and he sat on Dave's opposite side, determined to stay as far away from Simon as possible. He ignored the sharp pain that ran through his body as he climbed onto the couch and sat beside his father figure.
"Tell us now, Dave," Theodore reminded. Dave looked over at Alvin, but he couldn't see his face due to the way he wore his hat, and it didn't help that his head was low.
"Well, Drake called and he wanted to know how you three feel about performing for him again," Dave announced.
There was silence between the brothers. None of them were even close to enthusiastic about performing for him. Only Simon knew for a fact that he was a vampire, and he was curious as to what his creator was up to. Alvin knew Simon had been bitten when they went to Drake's house, but he didn't know if Drake had been the one to do so. And Theodore knew for sure the man's house was creepy, but he didn't hold anything against Drake, so aside from the creepiness of the residence, he really didn't see anything wrong with going. He remained silent because his brothers were.
After a while, the only reason they agreed to do it was because they needed the money. "Great," Dave said. "He was hoping tomorrow night."
Simon furrowed his eyes in thought. What's he up to? His thought had cut off what Dave said next. "Wait, what?"
"He said he wants a song where Alvin is the main singer. He really likes the way Alvin performs," Dave said. Simon looked at Theodore and then at Dave.
Something was up, and Simon was determined to get to the bottom of it.
"So Alvin," Dave began. "What do you think? If you don't want to do it that way, we can always change it." Alvin remained silent at first.
"I don't care. If that's what he wants, then fine," Alvin answered. Simon frowned. Alvin was definitely in the mentality of a rape victim, with the words he'd said, there was a chance that he may not be very defensive for himself.
Simon knew he'd have to keep a closer eye on his brother to ensure his safety. But he would also need to find Drake when they arrived to his house. He had a little more than a suspicion that he may have something to do with last night.
After deciding what song to perform, the brothers tried to practice it, but Alvin remained completely uninterested. He didn't dance, he didn't sing, he didn't even lift his gaze from the floor. Simon wanted to grab him and shake him, but he kept his distance. He didn't want Theodore to see how Alvin would respond to him grabbing him. Theodore may be carefree and naïve, but he would definitely catch Alvin's reaction and then the questions would arise.
Something randomly hit Simon and he winced and cursed mentally, putting a hand to his stomach. Damn, I forgot… When the feeling left, he turned to Theodore. "Theo, how about making us lunch?" Theodore brightened at the idea and he left without another word. Simon could feel Alvin's fear and apprehension radiating off him. "Alvin…" He went over to his brother. Alvin looked up at him, watching Simon wince and his eyes flash white. Instantly, he knew what was wrong.
"No, you can starve. You're not drinking my blood anymore," Alvin snapped. Simon growled as the sensation left.
"Alvin, please. I'm telling you I didn't hurt you. But if you don't let me drink your blood, there's a chance I'll go after Theodore or Dave. I won't have any control over it," Simon explained, wincing once more.
Alvin groaned and folded his arms. He didn't want Theodore or Dave to have to experience that, and he forcibly pushed the very small thought the lingered in the back of his mind that told him he still wanted to be the only one providing his brother with blood. He raped him! He shouldn't want his brother anywhere near him. Most of him didn't and he was determined to not let it happen willingly. He would fight and fight and fight if he had to. But this matter was something different. Not only would Simon be close to him, he would be feeding off him.
"You should have taken care of that last night. You made me bleed more than enough then," Alvin snapped. Simon frowned. He wasn't going to respond to that. He stepped closer to his brother, and Alvin reflexively backed up.
He reached out and gently grabbed Alvin by his upper arms and slowly pulled him close. It took all of Alvin's will power to not try to get out of the grip and put plenty of distance between himself and his brother. The fear he was feeling overwhelming him and his only way to act on it was to allow his eyes to fill with tears. He couldn't look at his brother, so he lowered his head, the tears falling down his cheeks in small rivers.
Simon nuzzled Alvin's cheek with his own, ignoring the feeling of it getting wet and whispered, "I'm sorry," in his ear. It was then Alvin realized he was still able to forgive his brother, he was willing to forgive him…he wanted to. But he wasn't able to yet, he was still so angry and hurt and ashamed. So instead of replying, he just closed his eyes against his tears and waited for Simon to get the task of drinking his blood done and out of the way.
Simon didn't want to hurt Alvin, and so he made sure to do the routine preparation which was licking his neck. He didn't feel Alvin shiver, but he watched goose bumps rise along his brother's skin and fur. He knew the chills ran through his brother's body and he knew he forced himself to not react to them. He smiled sadly, a little surprised his brother could still feel something like that. He didn't prolong it anymore and sank his fangs into Alvin's neck, greedily and hungrily drinking the blood that pooled into his mouth.
Alvin's eyes shot open and his breath caught. His blue eyes sparkling with tears. This made no sense. How could he still be feeling something? He felt a shiver run through him, and goose bumps appear along his body, even if they were clothed. The one thing he fought the hardest against was blushing. He didn't want to blush as this was happening. He should be feeling nothing. He wanted to feel nothing…
It took longer for Simon to finish and when he did, Alvin couldn't stand, his kneed buckled under him, but Simon kept him upright, still holding him. He was breathing a little heavily as he pushed weakly against Simon's chest. "L-let…go of…me…" He pried Simon's hands apart and as soon as the support holding him up was gone, he toppled to the floor.
His breathing still heavy, he put his hand over the fresh bite, his glossy eyes on the floor. His vision swam with dizziness and tears and he closed them with hopes of getting them back into focus. "I'm sorry Alvin; I didn't mean to take so much." Simon knelt down in front of his brother.
Alvin shook his head slowly, "It doesn't matter." He lifted his shiny eyes to Simon's. "The more you take, the less often you need it." Simon wanted desperately for Alvin to believe he hadn't hurt him, but he still had things he needed to figure out too in order to prove that to his brother.
"Theodore's making lunch for us. You need to eat to replenish your blood loss," Simon said. Alvin looked away from his brother, nodding. Simon let out a long breath and stood, going over to his bed and sitting on it, thinking.
Alvin lowered his hand from his neck and tried to stand. His legs shook violently and he dropped back to the floor. Simon looked over at him and watched as he tried again, he couldn't keep his balance. He went over to his brother, ready to help him but doubting Alvin would allow it. "Here," Simon said, offering his hand to his brother. Alvin looked at the hand and shook his head.
"I'm fine," he snapped, putting his hands on the floor to help push himself to his feet. When he stood, he shook and wobbled forward, falling forward but landing directly into Simon's arms. Simon held him, feeling his brother's body shaking under his own weight. "I said I'm fine," Alvin repeated, pushing himself upright by using Simon's chest.
"I didn't say you weren't. You fell on me," Simon joked lightly. Alvin glared at him. "If you're fine, then stand by yourself." Alvin growled and pushed Simon, but only succeeded in falling onto his bottom, hissing in pain at the contact. Simon didn't even step back when his brother pushed him.
Alvin's eyes filled with renewed tears as the pain returned with a vengeance and he knew he didn't have the strength yet to get up. The pain throbbed and he couldn't fight the tears. Through his blurred vision he saw arms reach towards him and he was slowly lifted off the floor bridal style. He didn't fight it, the pain he was feeling the only thing concerning him at the moment.
Simon set Alvin gently onto his bed and watched him rub at his eyes. "Are you ok?" At this point, all Alvin wanted was the pain to stop. He could only think of one way to do that.
"I'm going to take another bath…" he whispered. Simon nodded.
"Do you want me to help you?" he asked. Alvin looked at him, searching his eyes for a long moment. Finally he sighed.
"Please?" he asked softly. Simon picked Alvin up again. "I want to walk," he said. Simon hesitated, but he set Alvin onto the ground and helped support him as they ventured to the bathroom. Simon got the bathwater running once more and once that was done he faced Alvin, who was using the wall for support. "That's all I need, thanks," Alvin said.
Simon said nothing. Then he whispered, "Alvin…"
Alvin shook his head and looked at the bathwater. "Can you go now?" Simon didn't want to leave, but he did as Alvin asked and closed the door behind him. Alvin stripped quickly and carefully got into the hot water, the sensation of it making him shiver. He stood with both feet in the water and pulled the curtain closed behind him.
He eased himself down into the hot water and sighed in content as the throbbing diminished quite a bit. He lay back, resting his head on the wall of the tub and closed his eyes briefly before straightening up and grabbing the soap.
"Another bath?" Theodore asked when Simon told him where Alvin was. He had finished their lunch. "Well I hope he hurries up before his lunch gets cold."
Simon nodded absently and went to watch TV. He had to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible. He couldn't stand having Alvin look at him the way he was.
I told you so. Please don't kill me. All of this has a valid reason for taking place. I have two other chapters already written, so updates will be soon. Please review for me. Thanks.