Pairing: Hank/Evan
Warnings: Slash, incest, poking wars
Author's Notes: Song mentioned here is "Protege Moi" by Placebo and I don't own it. Awesome song though. Review!
"Would you ever get a tattoo?" Evan asked randomly, tracing invisible patterns on Hank's chest.
"No. The ink isn't good for you. Causes skin cancer in some cases." Hank said.
"Really? I want one, kinda." Evan admitted.
"Why?" Hank asked, looking down at him.
"'Cause they're sexy." Evan grinned.
"So that's why you keep staring at Chloe and Blayne when we hang out with them." Hank mused.
"That, and it's awesome that they're twins." Evan nodded.
Hank laughed. "What would you get if you got a tattoo?"
"I don't know." Evan looked thoughtful.
"Well, where would you put it?" Hank poked him.
"Upper arm most likely." Evan poked him back.
A poking war commenced. A few minutes later, Evan having won, they continued the conversation.
"I think I would get the words 'Protege Moi'." He said.
"'Protect Me'"? Hank translated. "Why?"
"'Cause that's my favorite song." Evan said.
"You're weird, and you're not getting one anyway." Hank decided.
"Says who?" Evan demanded.
"Me. Besides, you couldn't handle the pain." Hank rolled his eyes.
"Could too." Evan pouted.
"Oh, you could handle a needle stabbing into your skin over and over again?" Hank asked.
"Um, on second thought..." Evan trailed off.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Hank ended the conversation looking smug.
"I still think they're sexy though." Evan muttered.
Hank sighed through his nose and wondered what he did in a past life to have such an annoying brother.