Pairings: Hank/Evan, Hank/Jill

Spoilers: None

Warnings: Slash, incest, implied sex

Author's Notes: You're all lucky. I was going to mak this one super angsty, but I didn't. Is the angst finally over? Wait and see. ;) In the meantime, review! It makes me giddy and write faster.

Evan had walked back into the bedroom after watching Hank make-out with his "ex" girlfriend. Well, it was one kiss, but still. It felt like a knife to Evan's heart. The pain sliced through him and he curled further in on himself. The world felt like it was crashing down on him. Maybe it wasn't meant to be. After all, they were brothers. Maybe this was the world's way of punishing him for falling in love with the one person who he was never supposed to love like that.

The door to the bedroom opened, jerking Evan out his thoughts. He rolled over to see Hank standing at the foot of the bed. Taking one look at his brother's face, he knew that Hank knew he had seen and heard them.

"I'm sorry. I know that doesn't cut it anymore, and I've said it too much, but I am." Hank looked down, hands twisting themselves.

"Why?" Evan asked, refusing to let the tears fall.

"I don't know. I still have feelings for her, but they're nowhere near as strong as my love for you." Hank risked a look at Evan.

Evan took a deep breath, feeling anger seeping into his misery. He caught it and let it grow, feeling it fill him completely. Anger was better than this painful sadness. The ache in his chest. He stood up to face Hank. "You're a liar."

"What?" Hank seemed taken aback.

"You're a liar. You don't love me. And if you do, it's not worth it anymore. All you do is hurt me. I'm not someone you can just use and then throw away whenever you feel like it. I'm not gonna take it anymore. I deserve better than that and we both know it." Evan's voice had risen in volume.

"Liar? I've never lied to you. And I do love you, but maybe you're right. Maybe it's not worth it if you're gonna act like this." Hank snapped back, feeling is on anger take hold.

"Like what? Come on, Hank, tell me." Evan growled.

"Like a jealous bitch." Hank sneered.

"I have every right to be jealous! I'm the one you're supposed to love, and yet you're in the dining room, making out with your ex!" Evan shouted.

"At least that relationship is normal! Not some twisted, sick mockery of love!" As soon as the words left Hank's mouth, he regretted them, watching the utter pain that swan through Evan's eyes.

The silence was heavy and oppressive. Hank wished Evan would say something, anything, even scream at him some more, but he just couldn't take the look of raw anguish that Evan gave him.

"Did I ever mean anything to you?" The words are soft, the anger drained from Evan just as quick as it had come.

"Yes. You mean everything to me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. It was stupid and horrible and I'm sorry." Hank reached out for Evan, arms wrapping around him.

Evan jerked away. "Don't touch me!" He hissed, some of the anger coming back briefly.

Hank dropped his arms, pain throbbing through his heart. "What now?"

Evan faced him. "Answer me this. Do you love me? And if so, what am I to you?"

Hank blinked at him. "Yes, I love you. You know that."

Evan shook his head bitterly. "Not as well as I thought I did."

Hank winced. He knew he had screwed up time and again with Evan. He tried to make things better. "You're my everything. My world. My brother, my lover, my best friend. Everything. I promise I won't hurt you more than I already have."

Evan looked at him carefully. "Why should I believe that you're not going to hurt me anymore?"

"Because I love you." Hank said simply.

"How can I believe you anymore?" The words were laced with pain, but Evan stood strong.

"I don't know. You have to look in your own heart to know that. I hope you do though. I can't live without you." Hank reached out for him again, and this time Evan allowed it. He pulled him into a fierce embrace.

"I love you." Hank mumbled into Evan's hair.

"I love you too." Evan said.

"You know, I may still have feelings for Jill, but I don't love her. She's not the one who holds my heart. You do." Hank kissed Evan softly.

"What are you going to do with her?" Evan asked after the kiss.

"We decided to remain friends and not let anymore feelings get in the way of our friendship." Hank nodded.

"Okay. You know, this was our first real argument as a couple." Evan grinned cheekily at him.

"Let's not have another one. I don't like it." Hank kissed him again.

"You and me both." Evan replied, tracing his fingers along Hank's jawline.

"Can we get to the make-up sex now?" Hank asked, playfully pushing Evan back down on the bed and straddling him.

"Hell yeah!" Evan smirked.

The only good thing about arguing, it was later decided, was the amazing make-up sex afterwards.