I think many of you will apreciate this chapter. Even though it is very odd. And perhaps a little OOC.

Enemies to Lovers - Part Twenty Four

"Hey Peter," Gabriel said, entering the oversized room through to already opened door. "Can we talk?"

"No."

"Come on Peter, let me explain."

"No."

"Peter-"

"Stop! Stop saying my name like that. Like I have to listen to you because you're my brother."

"Peter, please-"

"No! Did you even think about what you were doing back there? Did you think about all the lives you were risking?"

"No one got hurt!"

"But what if someone had? What if I didn't realize in time and you got someone killed. What if you got Marie killed. Got, she's just a kid Gabriel, did you think about that?"

"Of course I did. But I had no choice. This has been the plan since I broke you out of Pinehearst. I've sent dad every bit of false information I could. You think I planned for him to catch up with us while they were around? Of course I didn't, but what was I supposed to do, huh? I'm trying to be a good person!"

Peter glared at him angrily before lunging at his brother. He threw one punch. Then another. Then another.

Gabriel just stood there, taking in every hit and waiting for the next.

"Why are you just standing there!?" Peter shouted at him.

"What? Do you want me to hit you back?"

"Yes!" Another punch.

"Why?"

"Because I'm hitting you!" Another.

"But I deserve it." It was amazing how calm he was, all things considered. "I risked all your lives. And I've killed so many people. I deserve all this and more."

"Hit me back god damn it!"

"No."

"AARGH!!!" Peter shouted, attacking him again.

The full force punches died down until Peter was just slamming his fist, not all that powerfully, into Gabriel's chest.

As the punches lost intensity, Gabriel wrapped his arms around Peter before lowering them both slowly to the ground.

Peter growled into Gabriel's chest, giving him one last punch to the gut before calming down considerably. Then he just sat there, face buried in his brother's chest, basking in his all too comforting scent, before drifting off into the first good night's sleep he'd gotten in a long time.

Gabriel looked down several minutes later to find that Peter was sleeping peacefully. He couldn't help but smile before lifting him off the ground, carrying him over to his bed and setting him down gently.

As he tried to walk away, he found that there was a hand tightly clutching onto his right sleeve, effectively hindering any idea of leaving.

"Stay," Peter muttered, tugging lightly at his sleeve.

Gabriel turned to see that Peter was still dead asleep. He used his free hand to try and pry Peter's off the other, but it was no use.

"Stay," Peter said again in a much more commanding voice.

Gabriel had no choice but to obey.