A/N: Shit. I have four other stories on the go, you guys. I know you guys want updates! Hell, I want to have the time to sit and write this all day, but I do have a life and other projects and I'm not being ungrateful.

I'm not kidding when I say there will be smut in this story. It may not be when you guys want it, but it will come eventually. I write smut day in and day out so it's just nice to build up a little background because trust me - the smut will be ten times better. So stick it out.

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"A Master shouldn't just let his Slave get away with everything. Who knows what they will do."

The words were like ice, the way they made Greg shiver. He tried to look away – out of the familiar eyes of his brother – but he was unable to bring himself to do so. Rodrick was looking at him so intensely Greg was surprised laser beams weren't shooting directly into his soul. "G-Get away from me," Greg stumbled finally.

"I thought you wanted to be up here with me, Master. Huh? Isn't this what you wanted?"

Something was bothering Greg. This feeling of being cornered by Rodrick was distantly familiar, like it had happened before. Greg shook the thoughts out of his head. There was no time to be wondering about the past. Right now Greg needed to leave. Sure, he had wanted to be up here with Rodrick - but he had wanted to hang out normally; and something was screaming inside him that nothing Rodrick was saying or doing was normal at all.

"I - I -" Greg spluttered because now Rodrick was so close he could feel the older brother's breathe along his neck.

Then finally, Greg was saved. Clear as day, their mother's voice floated up the stairs. "Greg! Holly's on the phone!" The two brothers froze, and Greg rejoiced because he needed the distraction to clear his head. It was Rodrick who muttered something under his breath and reached over for the handset on his bedside table. He looked at it for a split second, as if debating whether or not to hand it to Greg.

Holly.

Greg felt an indescribable swell of emotion for the girl of his dreams as Rodrick finally placed the handset in his hands. He wanted to hop off the bed and run down the stairs before he answered it, but Rodrick was back hovering menacingly over him and his body was still a little numb for some reason, so Greg decided just to get the phone call over with. Perhaps by that time his body would work the way he wanted it to.

"Hello?"

There was some giggling on the other end of the line that stopped abruptly as soon as Greg had spoken. "Hi, Greg? It's Holly."

As if that hadn't already been established. Greg smiled, trying to ignore the way Rodrick was glaring daggers at him. His hand tried swatting the distracting brother away, but Rodrick just grabbed Greg's wrist and held on, inching a little closer to perhaps overhear the conversation. Greg noticed that the music had stopped blaring from the laptop.

"Get away," Greg hissed, struggling to release his left hand from Rodrick's grip while simultaneously holding the phone away from himself with his other. Rodrick shook his head and again, inched closer. Greg opened his mouth to hiss something else but suddenly remembered Holly was waiting for him to say something. So he brought the handset back to his ear and turned his head around to say in a very low voice, "Yea, how are you?"

"Oh I'm good," she said brightly.

At the same time, Rodrick bent in low and whispered into Greg's free ear. "Tell her you're busy," he instructed. Greg ignored his brother as Holly continued.

"Sorry I'm calling you back so late. I hope your parents don't mind."

Greg really wished she'd get to the point because he couldn't really fight Rodrick off and for some reason the older brother seemed to be fighting for his attention. This whole master/slave thing had to end, and quick. They'd only been playing that game for a few hours and already Greg was sick of it.

"No, they don't. What's up?" he asked finally, jumping right to the point as Rodrick made a grab for the phone, frowning resentfully.

"Um, I was just calling about that movie?" Suddenly Holly's voice seemed a little bit weaker, but that might've been because Rodrick had successfully grabbed onto Greg's other hand holding the handset and had begun wrestling it away.

Greg threw an elbow into Rodrick's stomach and he released both hands. "Yea, are you able to come?" he asked, excited despite the struggle going on.

"Yes! I was wondering what time tomorrow you'd want to go. It's a bit late tonight, I apologize –"

She was so proper it made Greg's heart melt. "No, tomorrow is fine too. How about in the afternoon? I could meet you there at 3:00?"

All thoughts of Rodrick flew out the window as Holly agreed. "That works for me! I'll see you then."

The two said quick goodbye's and by the time Greg pressed the 'End Call' button on the receiver butterflies were fluttering madly in his stomach. Holly had said yes! She'd agreed to see a movie with him. That was a date, right?

He'd turned to tell Rodrick all about it, but his smile was wiped away when he saw the look of absolute loathing on his older brother's face. His arms were crossed and he was sitting back, and Greg remembered he should probably take advantage of the comfortable distance and get the hell out of there as fast as his legs would carry him. But for some reason he said, "What's your problem?" instead.

Rodrick shook his head, maybe trying to indicate that he had no problem. But it was very obvious to Greg that something was up, and it might've had something to do with the master/slave game, so Greg dropped it immediately. "I have a date with Holly," he said happily, hoping and expecting Rodrick to clap him on the back or say something along the lines of reassuring Greg he was cool.

Yet Rodrick said nothing really, as he stared almost unblinking at his younger brother. Greg continued to smile. "Do you think – " he began, but then hesitated as he tried to decide whether or not he should say the next words, "- I should kiss her?"

This seemed to snap Rodrick out of whatever rotten thoughts were going through his head. The older brother frowned thoughtfully. "Well, have you ever kissed a girl before?" Greg shook his head and instantly wished he hadn't because the wicked smile that was dancing on Rodrick's lips now made him very uneasy. Scooting closer on the bed Rodrick seemed to forget all about being mad at Greg. "Then I wouldn't kiss Holly if I were you. You'd only make a fool out of yourself."

Greg definitely did not want to make a fool of himself, and as the words washed over him his smile faded. "I really want to, though," Greg muttered.

"Well why don't you practice then?" Rodrick suggested. "That's what I did and it worked out for me."

Instantly intrigued, Greg looked up into the rather dark eyes of his brother. "Practice?" he repeated. "How?" Because if there was any way he could kiss Holly – show her how he felt – he was going to try it out.

"Are you really that retarded? You have to practice on a friend or something; someone that won't care whether or not you're bad at kissing."

Greg searched his brain for someone fitting that description. But the only friend he could think of was Holly, and that was kind of defeating the purpose. "I don't have anybody," Greg said, letting his shoulders slump at the disappointment.

It was very quiet in the room between the two brothers. So quiet in fact that the next words Rodrick muttered were heard almost as if they were being shouted at him. "You have a slave."

"What?" Greg asked, even though he'd heard the words clearly.

"I said you have a slave. Me. Why don't you practice on me?" Rodrick was staring imploringly into his younger brother and Greg let out a choked laugh.

"Don't joke about stuff like that," Greg said, suddenly unable to meet Rodrick's eyes. Instead he busied himself with a loose thread near the cuff of his sweater. He was uncomfortably aware that Rodrick was still looking at him.

"I'm not joking," Rodrick said, and even though Greg was still staring at the string now tied around his finger he noticed Rodrick was moving closer to him yet again. "I'm your slave; I have to do what you want."

"But I don't want to kiss you," Greg said finally, his face suddenly feeling a little too hot.

"Don't you want to be able to kiss Holly? It's not that hard, trust me."

It was really hard for Greg to trust Rodrick these days, yet the bond of their brotherhood led him to really believe that Rodrick had all the intention in the world of showing him how to kiss and have that be that. So with no ulterior motive detected, Greg looked back into Rodrick's eyes.

"Are you sure?" Greg asked warily, but Rodrick was rolling his eyes impatiently.

"Look, this all could've been done by now. Do you want to learn or not?" he asked with a hint of exasperation. Could it have really been over with by now? This thought was very persuading, yet Greg couldn't help but realize here he was, on his brother's bed debating whether to kiss the asshole. That was weird, no matter how Greg looked at it.

"Uh, I don't know about this," he said finally, and Rodrick simply shrugged.

"Alright, well good luck with Holly tomorrow," the older brother said as if it made no difference to him. These words trickled down Greg's spine as he was reminded of spending some alone time with the girl he really liked. Wouldn't he do anything for her? Did it really matter if it was Rodrick, so long as he knew how to kiss her properly in the end? Wouldn't it feel weird with anybody but Holly?

"Wait," Greg said, because Rodrick was making as if he was going to get up and leave.

Rodrick gave another rather wicked smile as he stopped moving. "What is it, Master?"

Not that again. Greg sighed. "I guess – I guess I can practice on you." As the words left him, Greg felt a little vulnerable, but this feeling was instantly replaced with dread as Rodrick grabbed his chin and jerked him forward so they were face to face.

"Watch carefully then," Rodrick advised.

As Greg's stomach did an elaborate somersault, Rodrick pressed his lips against his younger brother's without another word or warning. And it was the strangest feeling Greg had ever experienced. His brother's lips were kind of warm, and rather soft as they moved against his rather numb ones. How many times had Greg watched people kissing; seen it in movies and on TV? So why was this so new and... exciting?

Electric was a rather fitting word to describe the strange new tingles shooting from his lips and down the entire length of his body. Of course, the way his heart was now hammering against his rib cage must mean he was excited. But why?

While Greg's own lips ghosted along, Rodrick's hand moved from Greg's chin and slid along the younger boy's neck to cup the back of his head, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Greg had to scoot up a little closer to allow this and he tried not concentrating on how Rodrick's fingers pulling lightly in his hair felt really nice.

But nothing so far could compare to the way Greg's whole body set on fire when he felt Rodrick's tongue slide across his lips – successful in parting them. Despite how warm he was feeling, Greg could feel shiver after shiver roll down his back, sending goose bumps all the way down his arms and thighs as the offending tongue rubbed teasingly against his.

All of a sudden, Greg couldn't think. He barely noticed how Rodrick's other hand circled around his waist and pulled their bodies disturbingly close. His chest, raising and falling rapidly against the deep breathes he was taking through his nose, was now pressed against Rodrick's who seemed to be breathing quite fine. Maybe that was due to the fact that the kiss – soft and sort of innocent before – had changed into something rather pornographic. Rodrick was breathing through his mouth; warm breathy sighs mixing with the hot tongues making Greg's heart skip a beat. Was Rodrick enjoying this?

Then again, Greg certainly was. Everything Rodrick was doing was feeling so good. And the new feelings swirling around and causing his heart to skip beats were also doing a very good job in making Greg forget why it was so wrong in the first place.

When Rodrick scraped his teeth along Greg's lips, the pain mixed well with the soft pleasure and it caused Greg to squeak in surprise. He was silenced almost immediately as their tongues met once more but this time Rodrick wasn't being nearly as soft or gentle. His tongue slammed against Greg's and his hands, long forgotten around his younger brother's waist and in his neck, dug nails into the flesh of Greg's skin causing a rather alarming jolt to go through Greg's body.

This knocked Greg back into reality rather quickly and next moment he was struggling against his brother's grip and trying to twist his head away. Rodrick finally broke the kiss. "What's the matter?" he asked, and when Greg looked back at Rodrick his heart gave another terrifying hiccup. The dark eyes – usually so mean and dangerous – were open and excited. He was giving Greg a look like he was crazy.

"I-I think I've learned enough," Greg said firmly, finding courage somewhere deep in the pit of his stomach, which was still aching from the gymnastics it had performed earlier.

Rodrick first looked like he had no idea what Greg was talking about, and then suddenly, comprehension dawned on the older brother's face. And, rather reluctantly, his hands disentangled themselves from Greg who hopped up off the bed immediately.

Without another word, Greg took the stairs from the attic two at a time and didn't look back once until he was in his bedroom and his door was locked behind him.

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