I don't like updating one day after the last update. But I figured I owe it to you readers due to the long wait for the last one. I hope you all like this chapter.
-TrueAlvonFan19
The next night, the three brothers were getting ready to go to Drake's and have their performance. Theodore left the room and Alvin was about to follow when Simon called him. Alvin stopped and looked back at his brother, his face blank. "Alvin, please…be careful."
That sparked something in Alvin's eyes but he just nodded. Simon went over to his brother and searched his eyes. Alvin didn't back away from him, though he did have the urge to. Simon reached up and caressed Alvin's cheek softly, feeling Alvin flinch at the contact.
"Just…be careful," he repeated. Alvin searched Simon's eyes as well. He turned his head away.
"I will," he said and left the room. Simon sighed and followed his brother.
Alvin didn't know why Simon wanted him to be careful. Careful of what? But the sincerity and the look in his eyes made him agree. It was getting harder to stay resentful towards his brother; although he knew he really didn't want to. He was sure he had been the one to rape him, but Simon wasn't acting like it at all. He was seeing more and more of Simon's old self and if it wasn't for the blood drinking and lack of glasses, he would swear up and down he was back to his old self.
"Are you three ready to go?" Dave asked, looking them over and smiling in approval of their outfits. Each of them was wearing plaid collared shirts with their signature colors and baggy black jeans. He frowned as he looked over at Alvin, who had his hands in his jean pockets and was looking at the floor. "Alvin?"
Alvin looked up at Dave. "I'm ready Dave." Dave knelt down in front of his oldest child.
"Are you alright?" he asked, resting his hands on Alvin's shoulders. Simon watched and felt Alvin tense up.
"I'm fine Dave," Alvin said firmly, shrugging Dave's hands off him. "Can we go now?" He walked over to the door and Dave straightened up.
"Alright then, let's go," he said and they headed out.
Drake watched the brothers perform. His gaze was on Alvin. He chuckled to himself and scanned his prodigy. Their eyes immediately locked and he smirked. His prodigy was very upset. Oh I wonder why. He chuckled once more and looked back at Alvin.
As their song came to an end, Simon watched Drake disappear out into the hall and he listened to him go upstairs. He knew where he was. He and his brothers went to the table. Alvin and Theodore got something to drink. He needed to find Drake, but he didn't want to leave his brothers. "Let's go find Dave," Simon suggested as they got refills.
Once they got their drinks, Simon led them to where Dave was. "You boys did great."
"Thanks Dave," they chorused.
"Dave," Simon said. "I'm going to go to the bathroom. I'll be back." Dave nodded and Simon left.
It was much quieter once he left the room where the music was. He was light on his feet but he knew Drake knew he was coming. He walked down the hall in search of his creator and watched a shadow disappear around the corner. Concentrated and determined, he sped up. As soon as he rounded the corner, and hand wrapped around his throat and pinned him to the wall, his feet hanging in the air. He didn't panic, but he did put his hands around the larger one holding him captive.
"Simon, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Drake asked. Simon glared at him. "You know, I believe I found the object of your sexual attention." Simon's eyes flashed white. "What a naughty boy you are, doing those things with your brother."
"I know you had something to do with what happened two nights ago," Simon stated. Drake smiled slyly.
"And what happened that you know I had something to do with?" Drake asked. Simon didn't respond. He was praying that he was right and that he really wasn't the one who raped Alvin. "Oh," Drake said in mock realization. "Do forgive me. I know what you're talking about."
Simon growled.
"How could I resist? Once I found out what you and your brother were doing, I just had to see what it was like," Drake said. Simon's eyes widened. Did he just admit to…? "I bet you're wondering why he thinks you did it. And I'm sure you're wondering why you don't remember anything, aren't you?"
"Fuck you," Simon spat, squirming in Drake's grip fruitlessly, determined to get free and kill him for what he did to Alvin.
"What a naughty mouth you have. But with the things you do to your brother with it, I shouldn't be surprised," Drake said.
"What did you do?" Simon snapped. Drake chuckled.
"It's a technique I came up with. I can overshadow people, take over their bodies and make them do things," Drake explained. Simon was shocked. So in a way, he physically hurt Alvin, but mentally it wasn't him. "So, I possessed you and made you rape your brother. That's why you don't remember anything." Simon's eyes flashed and he growled, digging his nails into Drake's hand. "But I do," he said in a sing-song voice. "I remember everything, his voice, his tears, how tight he was." Simon's rage was building inside him, making his eyes turn red and his canines extend.
Drake noticed this and grinned darkly.
"Would you like to see what I did?" Drake offered. Simon's eyes flashed gray briefly and he shook his head. Just imaging it made his heart ache. Actually seeing it, hearing it? He wouldn't be able to bear it. It'd be reliving it, and then he'd feel like he actually did it. "Are you sure? You don't want to see why he hates you? Why he won't go near you? Just a little peek."
Simon's mind was filled with glimpses of what Drake did to Alvin.
…"Simon, what are you doing?" Alvin asked as his brother climbed on top of him…
… Alvin's mouth was covered, muffling the sobs and pleas that were coming through as his brother penetrated him over and over, using his blood as lubricant. Simon could understand what his brother was saying clearly though. "Simon! Simon, please stop! I'm sorry!"
… As soon as he hit that little bundle of nerves he knew how it was going to end. Want it or not, he knew Alvin was going to come by the time he finished. Once the bundle was hit, Alvin's back arched, forcing his brother deeper, increasing the force on his prostate and his pain. "Please, Simon…Don't…"
Simon shook his head so vigorously he was lightheaded. Tears traveled down his cheeks. He would never get that out of his head. The sound of Alvin crying, the sound of him being torn, and the smell of his tears…everything. It was going to linger in his mind.
Drake let him go and Simon briefly recalled landing on the floor painfully, but he was too emotionally numb to feel it.
"And those weren't even the best parts," Drake said with a smirk. "I definitely see why you wanted him in the first place." Simon tilted his glowing red eyes, drowned with tears, up at Drake.
"Why?" he whispered, it was the only thing he could fully form in his mind.
"Let's not worry with the whys shall we? It's been done," he said.
Simon lowered his gaze to the floor, hot tears traveling down his cheeks.
Alvin was sent to retrieve his younger brother after they all agreed he was gone longer than expected. Turning a corner he found Simon alone on the floor. He blinked, his eyes zeroing in on the tears. Instinct kicked in and Alvin hurried to his brother's side, dropping to his knees beside Simon.
"What happened?" Alvin asked, watching Simon jump at the unexpected appearance. Alvin blinked. Simon should have heard him coming long before he got to him. When their eyes locked Alvin gasped at the sight of the tearful red orbs looking at him. "S-Simon…?"
"Alvin…" Simon whispered tearfully, reaching out to him with a trembling hand and resting his cool fingertips on his older brother's cheek. "I-I didn't…" If it was possible, more tears filled his eyes and traveled down his cheeks.
"Simon, what's wrong?" Alvin asked, grasping the hand in his. "Are you hurt?" He scanned Simon's form as his brother looked away from him.
Simon steadied himself enough to where he could talk to his brother, "What happened that night… When I…hurt you... It wasn't me." He chanced a glance at Alvin and although he saw he was shocked, he noticed he was listening. He turned and faced Alvin. "I never told you who bit me."
Back at home, Alvin and Simon went to their room to talk since Dave and Theodore had found them before he could elaborate on his last sentence. Alvin had never stopped to consider who had bitten his brother, and he was curious as to who did and why it revolved around what had occurred between them two nights ago.
"Remember when I mentioned my suspicions about Drake?" Simon asked. Alvin nodded. "Well, I was right. That night, when we got separated, he cornered me and he changed into a vampire. He's not just any vampire. Drake's name is short for Dracula."
Alvin blinked. "So you're telling me, Drake is Dracula and you were bit by him?" Simon nodded. "So what does that have to do with what happened?"
"I ran into him before you found me, and he told me what happened that night," Simon said. Alvin shook his head in confusion.
"Why would you need to be told what you did?" he asked.
"That's just it, Alvin. I didn't do anything to you. Drake possessed me. He said he created a technique that allowed him to possess people," Simon said. Alvin narrowed his eyes.
"I don't believe you," Alvin said flatly. Simon sighed.
"Please Alvin; you know I would never do anything like that to you. I would never hurt you," Simon insisted. "When he showed me what he did, I felt so…"
"Responsible?" Alvin offered, his gaze hard.
"Angry. I felt like I wanted to kill him," Simon continued. He shifted so he was facing Alvin directly on his bed. "Please Alvin, you know me better than that. I'd never force you into anything like that. I really wanted that to be special, if we ever got close to doing that."
Alvin didn't say anything.
"Alvin, I love you too much to even consider hurting you. When I saw parts of what he did, I felt so numb. I couldn't get the images out of my head," he said.
"That makes two of us," Alvin murmured, lowering his gaze. There was silence. "Alright, let's say I'm willing to believe you. How are you going to prove it?"
Simon frowned, thinking. This was going to be harder than he thought. He looked into Alvin's eyes, searching them. He was being given the chance to be forgiven, and he desperately wanted to be.
Alvin blinked, breaking the intense eye contact. "Hey, Simon…" he began thoughtfully. Simon tilted his head to the side, acknowledging the questioning tone. "When I found you, your eyes were red. Why?"
"My eyes were red?" Simon asked. Alvin nodded, remembering the glowing orbs that were sparkling independently against the tears in them. It had been quite the sight, and Alvin knew he was going to be thinking back on it now and then. Simon furrowed his eyebrows in thought. "All I remember was getting mad. More like furious…"
"So your eyes turned red?" Alvin asked. Simon shrugged.
"I guess so," Simon said. Alvin shifted his position, sitting cross legged.
"Can I ask you something else?" he began cautiously, looking at his lap. Simon sat facing him, waiting for him to continue. Alvin remained quiet, thinking his question through more thoroughly and deciding if he really wanted to ask it. He decided to ask, "When you drank my blood yesterday…I felt something still…Something in the back of my mind was telling me I still liked it." He looked up at Simon. "But I don't understand why that happened given what just happened to me."
Simon nodded in understanding. "I noticed that too, and I took some time to think about why that may be. And I know why now…" he trailed off, looking away. Alvin waited for him to continue, but no words were said for a few minutes and he realized Simon wasn't going to continue. Finally, Simon looked back at Alvin. "Alvin, was there ever a moment when you wanted me and you to be…more than what we've already been?"
Alvin shrugged looking down. "Maybe a few times, but it was just a thought…"
"Are you sure it was just a thought? Or was it something you actually wanted?" Simon asked.
"Why are you asking me? What does this have to do with anything?" Alvin asked firmly. Simon sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose before looking back at Alvin.
"Ok, look. When I told you that I wanted what had happened that night to be special, I wanted it to be consensual because with me the way I am, it means a lot more than what you think it means."
Alvin furrowed his eyebrows. "Stop talking in circles and just tell me what you're trying to say."
"It means I've claimed you as mine, Alvin. Sleeping with you when we both want to be together on that level leaves a claim on both of us," he said. "I claimed you, because you wanted me to. I'm sure you didn't want it the way it happened, but it means the same thing either way."
Alvin was shocked. "So that's why I felt something when you drank my blood? Because of the claim?" Simon nodded. Alvin narrowed his eyes. "Well then take it back."
"What?"
Alvin folded his arms. "Take the claim back. I don't want to be yours for life or however this stuff works. I may have wanted it before, but like I said it was just a passing thought. What I really didn't want was to be your sex toy. At the least, I wanted us to be together, but not for life."
Simon hid his hurt, swallowing away the urge to cry. Damn this emotional stuff… "I can't take it back. And just to let you know, again, Alvin, it only worked because it was a mutual want. If you really didn't want it, it wouldn't have worked. So suck it up and accept it, it's an irreversible action."
Alvin glared at him. "Yeah, well so was your raping me. And I'll be damned if I accept any after-effects of that! Want it or not, I'm not going to sit by and be all happy about having something that shouldn't have happened happen!"
"I told you already, that wasn't me!" Simon snapped.
"I don't care if it wasn't you mentally. I care that it was you physically. You can prove it wasn't you, but it's not Drake that haunts my dreams. It's you, Simon, it's always going to be you," Alvin stated, his eyes glistening.
Simon was quiet. No matter if he could prove it to Alvin that he had no control at all during that night, he knew it wouldn't help heal the wounds and issues he wanted to heal. Alvin was right, he could prove Drake had made him do it, but the image of him would never leave.
He felt hopeless now. He just wanted to leave and not look back. He didn't know what to do or what to say. He couldn't even look at Alvin anymore. He had done something terrible and he knew he was going to have to accept it, even if he knew for a fact it wasn't his fault.
Finally, with a sad sigh he said, "Alright Alvin…" He climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom, closing the door gently behind him. A few seconds later, the shower went on.
Alvin stared at the door absently. He was feeling emotions that weren't his and he knew it was Simon. He could feel hopelessness and guilt, anger and sadness. He knew maybe he had been too harsh towards his brother. Thinking back on what he said he knew some of what he had said wasn't true. Knowing Simon was feeling the way he was made him realize that he really wasn't the one who hurt him. It was his body, but not his mind. He remembered the tears in his red eyes and he remembered feeling his emotional turmoil at that time too. He knew he could forgive Simon. He was already starting to.
Simon cursed under his breath as he felt that stabbing pain again signaling he hasn't eaten in a good amount of time. He had been avoiding going after Alvin as often as he used to for blood and had been eating less in the process. He had been ignoring the hunger for the past twelve hours and now it was becoming harder to ignore. But with what just happened between them, he wasn't willing to go to him for a meal. At least not yet.
"Simon you look pale," Theodore pointed out as they got ready for bed. Simon ignored him, his head throbbing painfully and his stomach constricting in sync with his head.
Alvin on the other hand acknowledged Theodore's statement and looked over at his younger brother. Not only did he look pale, he looked like he was in pain. Alvin sat back in thought, wondering what he had missed and when he realized what it was he sat up straight again. "Theodore!" he yelled accidentally, startling both his brothers and making Simon wince as his yell bounced around in his throbbing head. "Sorry. Can you uh…I need to talk to Simon for a bit, Theo. Can you give us a bit?" Theodore nodded and left the room, hungry for a pre-bedtime snack.
Alvin climbed off his bed and went over to Simon. Simon moved away from Alvin, but was pulled back by his brother. Simon looked at Alvin with unfocused eyes, his breathing uneven.
"Why didn't you tell me you haven't eaten yet?" Alvin demanded, minding his volume for the sake of Simon's headache and extra sensitive hearing.
"I didn't think it was fair to ask," Simon admitted with a shrug. Alvin rolled his eyes.
"Well hurry up and get it over with," Alvin instructed, tilting his head to the side, showing off his neck and the faint scar of all the times he had been bitten, in the same spot. Simon shook his head, looking away from the sight. "Simon," Alvin snapped, turning his head back to his. "Just do it, ok? You need to eat and just because we have a disagreement, it doesn't mean I won't help you when you need me."
Simon stared at him for a moment, and then he said, "No… I might take too much, like last time."
"My body's used to it by now. I replenish my blood supply pretty fast now. So do it, before you pass out on me," Alvin said, feeling Simon's body swaying slightly in his hands. Simon still looked reluctant. "Simon, please?"
Simon nodded once and leaned against the side of his bed for support and wrapped his arms around Alvin, burying his face in his brother's neck.
All Alvin felt was something warm and wet caressing his neck and then it was replaced with Simon's sharp canines digging into his neck and the sensation of his brother drinking his blood overwhelmed him. There it was again, that feeling in the back of his mind telling him how much he enjoyed it. Only this time he wasn't confused by it now that he knew why. The feeling didn't take over like it used to but it was there.
His vision got blurry after a while, but as soon as it hit, he felt Simon pull back, and then he felt him licking the bite. When he pulled back to look at Simon, his eyes were back to gray and he looked much better, not as pale and his eyes were completely focused. "I felt it again," Alvin said, unsure why he felt the need to tell him. Simon kept him against his body, knowing just how unstable he was bound to be with so much blood loss.
"I know," Simon whispered, fighting the urge to kiss his brother. Alvin searched his brother's eyes before putting his hands on his chest and pushing himself into an upright position. Simon lowered his hands, holding onto Alvin's elbows to help him stay balanced.
Alvin lowered his gaze and concentrated on his balance. When he was sure he could handle staying on his own two feet, he looked up into Simon's eyes. "About what I said earlier…"
"Don't worry about it," Simon cut him off. Alvin shook his head.
"I was wrong," Alvin continued. "I'm still recovering from the shock of that night. I know you weren't the one to do it, even if it was you I was seeing. I know you would never do something like that and I just want to apologize for what I said."
Simon was speechless, but he nodded.
"And I don't mind… being yours. I do wish it could have happened on better circumstances. And you're right, I did want more than what we had. I just don't know when I'll be ready to continue where we left off." Simon smiled.
"We can take all the time you need," Simon assured. Alvin smiled and nodded.
"You're sure you're willing to wait that long?" he asked.
"I promise you, Alvin," he said.
"Ok," Alvin whispered, smiling. He was willing to put his trust in Simon's words.
Ok, there's this chapter. I hope I get more than three reviews for this one. I'm not going to update unless I get at LEAST five reviews for this chapter. I don't think that's too much to ask, do you? So, with that said, review please!