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When Rodrick got out of the van, he slammed the door shut and stormed towards the front door of the house, kicking it open and disappearing from view altogether. Greg had instantly regretted the words that came out of his mouth; but how was he supposed to take back something like, "I don't want to be your Master anymore!"? If his words meant that Rodrick was going to go back to not talking to him in the first place, Greg found that it was a very easy choice to pick the games and confusing feelings over being left alone and behind - again.
He sighed miserably, opening the van door and shutting it as he slipped out.
Rodrick, Rodrick, Rodrick. As Greg sat down at the dinner table, completely aware of the empty seat across from him, he hoped that he'd be able to stop thinking about the older brother. Soon.
"Greg, did something happen with Rodrick?"
Greg looked up, trying his best to give his Mom the "I'm-your-honest-fourteen-year-old-son" look. "No." However, the name made his skin crawl, and he got another taste of the anger he'd succumbed to earlier. Something did happen with Rodrick – on that bed last night. Another something Greg had to hide.
"Hmm, well I guess I'll go talk to him later," his mother mused.
Good luck, Greg thought.
"Date night?"
Both Heffley brothers repeated these words back to their parents. They were dressed up; looking ready for a late evening doing God only knew what. Rodrick and Greg had been called down for the announcement and it was the first time the brothers had been forced to be in each other's presence since they had both stubbornly locked themselves away.
Greg's heart pounded nervously as he stood beside Rodrick, somehow not able to deal with being so close to his brother. Beads of sweat formed on his brow. Was it really that hot in the living room?
"Yes, Manny's asleep and you boys can rent a movie or something." It was like they knew something had happened. Greg narrowed his eyes at his parents; nothing slipped past them. The next words his Mother said confirmed Greg's suspicions. "Maybe you two can get over whatever it is you're fighting about with some time alone? Isn't that a good idea honey?"
Their Father was fumbling with the cuffs of his suit, but he looked up as his wife addressed him. "What? Er- yeah of course. You boys get along. We'll be back late."
"Not too late," their Mother added to which their Father gave both of them a suggestive wink and shook his head playfully.
"Ew. Just ew," Rodrick said, summing up exactly what Greg wanted to say too.
"Oh and, Rodrick's in charge, Greg." These last words gave Greg an eerie sense of foreboding.
Then just like that, they were gone, leaving Rodrick and Greg standing uncomfortably in the living room together, watching the closed door.
It was just so unbelievable. How could his parents subject him to the torture of spending time – alone –with Rodrick? Greg was sort of frozen in his spot before the desperate screams of, "RUN, RUN, RUN" were finally heard in the depths of his mind. So Greg turned on his heel and headed for the stairs.
But just like a defenceless sheep, Greg was caught halfway to his destination and next thing he knew the floor was coming up to meet his face. His jaw slammed into the carpet and Greg felt some of the wind blowing straight out from his lungs; could feel the heavy weight of Rodrick on his back, and if it was possible for Greg to panic even more then he did.
"Ah – get off me – Rodrick!"
There was the sound of clinking metal, but with Greg's face in the carpet like that he wasn't able to bend around and see just what Rodrick was doing. Being sandwiched between Rodrick and the floor was making Greg even hotter and he struggled to breathe properly, taking long panted gasps.
A second seemed to pass before he felt his hands being forced behind his back.
"What are you doing? Get off me fatty!"
There was some sharp pressure on his wrists, and as both of his hands drew together behind his back, Greg felt the coming sweep of nausea. Rodrick was tying him! Greg struggled frantically, his legs beating on his older brother's back and his shoulders rocking side to side trying to heave the other off him. But it was no use. Rodrick was just too strong.
Then the weight was off of him and Greg panted relief into the carpet.
It was stupid to think it was over.
With a sudden swooping motion Greg found himself on his feet as Rodrick steered him towards the couch. "What's your problem, Rodrick? Let me go!" If Greg manoeuvred his hands correctly, he could make out the leather belt that held them together.
"This is your punishment," Rodrick hissed into his ear, and then with a shove Greg was falling face first into the couch and with no hands to stop himself he sank right in with a heavy thud.
"Punishment?" Greg repeated desperately as Rodrick pulled off a sock.
"Shut up and listen," Rodrick said, and he balled the sock into a lump and shoved it into Greg's mouth. Greg's gag reflex came in, and he could only stare in mute horror at his dangerous brother. "I'm Master now, got it? I told you the rules, so don't give me that look. And I'm not nice – I won't let you go until you apologize properly."
Greg tried to talk; to say that Rodrick was a psycho; to protest this whole Master and Slave game; to remind Rodrick that he'd kept his mouth shut about the bruise, just like he promised he would. But all that came through the sock was his muffled voice. So Greg decided that he would continue to fight. No way in hell was he going to apologize.
But he quickly found that fighting was useless. Rodrick had taken a very comfortable seat on Greg's legs, and was now turning on the TV and flipping through the channels with the volume on max. No matter how Greg squirmed, or thrashed, he was stuck. And he also learned that the more he struggled the more out of breathe he felt, and it was very hard to breathe with the sock stuffed into his mouth.
What happened to Rodrick, Greg wondered. What happened to the way he used to look at Greg like he was more than just an annoying, disgusting something? Those times where they'd just talk, and hang out, and do stupid things just for the hell of it – at that moment, Greg couldn't really remember any of it.
He was caught up in his own thoughts when the sock was finally taken from his mouth. Greg choked a little, and he cracked his jaw as he looked over at Rodrick, who tossed the sock over his shoulder and yet whose eyes were still trained on the television.
Somehow, with the ability to speak, Greg found he didn't really want to. He turned his head stubbornly away, spitting out the taste of sock from his mouth. There was movement from Rodrick a few minutes later, and Greg watched as his brother got up and left the living room. His hopes were only high for about a minute before the brother returned with a pack of gum.
Suspicious eyes watched as Rodrick sat back on his legs and broke off two pieces. One went into Rodrick's mouth and the other –
"Get away from me." The hand that had been reaching over to feed him the gum stopped a few inches from Greg's mouth.
"Open up like a good slave," Rodrick said, and he flashed an evil smile. Greg shook his head, trying to twist away. "Or maybe you like the sock breathe? I can go get it if you want it back so badly."
Greg's heart stopped dead, and his body relaxed only slightly. As much as he hated to, Greg opened his mouth and took the gum Rodrick offered. These ups and downs would drive anyone nuts. If Rodrick was just going to give him some gum, why would he stuff a sock in his mouth in the first place?
His mouth furiously chewed the gum anyway, and his eyes were dead-locked on the ceiling, making out shapes and patterns in an attempt to escape the reality of being bound and helpless.
"Ready to say sorry yet?"
Greg chose to remain silent. He didn't have to speak, not when Rodrick was still being such a jerk. But as another half hour passed, with Rodrick's weight on his legs making them cramp and having had enough, Greg finally spoke.
"I'm sorry. So get off me now."
Rodrick looked over, somehow calmer than he'd been an hour ago. The dangerous eyes weren't as terrifying. "What kind of apology is that?" he asked.
Groaning, Greg rolled his eyes. Of course it wasn't good enough. Not for Rodrick. "Well what do you want me to say then?" Anything. Greg found he'd say anything to just be able to stretch his legs and his arms and be able to leave Rodrick for the comfort of his bedroom.
"You're going to have to say sorry with this," Rodrick said, and his fingers tapped Greg's mouth. At first, Greg didn't really understand what Rodrick was getting at. He stared, confused, for all of five seconds. And then like lightning, it hit him.
"What! N-no!"
Rodrick simply shrugged, leaning back and purposely digging his ass into Greg's legs as if he was just getting comfortable. Greg winced a little, but stubbornly looked away. He had to kiss Rodrick again? So soon? Why? Just – just why was this happening?
His heart began to beat, getting a taste of the memory from the previous night. The hand in his hair, the electric tingles that made his toes curl... Would it really be so bad to kiss him again? If that's what Rodrick wanted, and if it meant that Greg could escape...
No. In what universe was it ever okay to kiss your brother?
Rodrick was clearly getting restless and Greg was under the impression that it was very hard for him to sit and do nothing when there were better things to do – like hanging out with his friends, or drumming. Besides, Rodrick couldn't just sit there all night. Their parents were bound to come home soon. This small, glimmer of hope, made it so that Greg continued the silent treatment.
Until Rodrick had enough. Seemingly out of nowhere, he was suddenly on top of Greg. They glared at each other for a few long, silent moments. "I'm trying to be patient here, Greg."
Greg didn't respond. Not only was he trying very hard to keep up the silent treatment, but his heart was now racing so badly in his chest that he felt it was going to burst. He could feel the way his face burned; embarrassed by the thought that Rodrick might be able to hear it.
Rodrick ducked his head, pressing lips against the spot that connected Greg's jaw, neck and ear. A sweep of blood rushed through Greg's body with tremendous force. "Just kiss me," Rodrick murmured. "Then I'll let you go."
"I will never, ever kiss you," Greg said finally. "I'm the Master, not you." Where did those words come from? Greg immediately regretted them.
"I thought you didn't want to be Master anymore? Huh? Isn't that what you said earlier?" Rodrick's lips were steadily trailing down Greg's neck. It was very distracting. On top of having to sort out just why his brother was making him kiss him like that, Greg also had to comprehend just what that same brother was saying to him.
"I-I didn't mean it."
"So you were lying?" Rodrick pressed. Greg felt something warm and wet circling his neck. His breathe caught in his throat, because it was all so shocking. He wanted to tell Rodrick to go away, to leave him alone, but his voice was completely gone. "Were you also lying about Holly's kiss?"
Greg winced. Somehow, he couldn't even bring up Holly in his mind right now. Not when he was tied and pinned under his brother. He hated himself; why wasn't he fighting this? Why wasn't Holly as important as he thought she was?
"Answer me, Greg. Was Holly's kiss really better than mine?" Was it? Greg was seeing through a tunnelled vision, making it hard to concentrate. "Because I really doubt it what with the way you acted last night. You couldn't get enough, am I right?"
Somehow, Greg found his voice. "N-no. That's not true!"
"Then look me in the eye and tell me that her kiss was better than mine." The words were hard, like stone, because Greg knew as they were being spoken that he had to follow through on this demand, however unreasonable. He really didn't want to make eye contact, but he forced his eyes to lock with Rodrick's.
Then, "Holly's kiss was better than –"
Nothing else - just Rodrick's lips on his and the feeling that Greg was going to melt right there. The 'thumpbathumpthumpbathump' was kind of a nice background noise in his ears to accompany the way he kissed back, hard, with a need he didn't really know he had before Rodrick forced it.
All the thoughts that had stopped him before – the ones saying it was wrong and crazy – they all disappeared as Rodrick's teeth scraped his bottom lip and pried his mouth apart. It was a deep, rough kiss, the kind that Greg definitely wasn't ready for yet. But he tried keeping up with Rodrick's tongue, copying everything the older brother was doing as if it was just another game they'd played when they were younger.
Greg felt the head rush as he was pulled from his position on the couch, noticing a little too late the arm that circled his body. Rodrick manoeuvred Greg onto his lap, sitting back and grabbing the younger brothers hips, pulling him tight against his chest. But Greg didn't mind. Somehow, he was so focused on the kiss, he didn't really mind not lying down anymore. In fact, it kind of felt nice to be upright and with his legs freed they were tingling softly from the numb sleep – one planted on either side of Rodrick. His hands flexed behind his back, long forgotten and still bound even though they ached to hold onto his brother.
The kiss broke by Rodrick's will. The tongue that had rubbed so roughly against his was now trailing back down along Greg's neck. Finally able to breathe, Greg took some long, panted breathes, filling his lungs with oxygen and wincing against how good his neck felt. He definitely hadn't noticed ever before just how sensitive it was.
"Whose kiss is better, Greg?"
The words were so unexpected in Greg's reverie. He was so focused on the feelings – the excitement, the tingles along his neck, the sparks flying in the pit of his stomach – that at first he wasn't quite sure what Rodrick had said. The stubborn side of his took over. "H-Holly's," Greg gasped. He didn't want to admit – "OW!"
Because Rodrick had bitten down hard, right at the side of his neck. But Greg didn't try to protest because somehow the pain mixed well with the pleasure of the tongue now circling the area of the bite. He slumped his head on Rodrick's shoulder, unable to keep it up on his own any longer.
"Untie me," Greg muttered as Rodrick's tongue moved to his ear. His body shuddered, somehow unbearably hot with the wet warmth digging into his ear. A tiny sound escaped from him, much to Rodrick's enjoyment because the older brother chuckled in that evil little way he always did, but this time right into Greg's ear; right into Greg's whole body.
"No, I like my slave tied up," Rodrick whispered, teeth scraping the lobe. "And undressed."
With a sudden movement, Rodrick lifted the hem of Greg's shirt over his head and left it to dangle with the belt tying Greg's hands together.
"I'm – n...not your – ha – slave," Greg said. It was tough to get these words out, with the way his breathe was escaping so erratically. It wasn't helping anything that Rodrick's hands were now roaming his body freely.
"Bend back."
Greg obeyed, lifting his head from Rodrick's shoulder and arching his back a little. He felt dizzy, and without his hands to prop himself up, he suddenly felt like he was going to fall over. But there was Rodrick's arm, right across his back, holding him up and unbelievably close. He dared opening his eyes to look at the unruly hair now directly below his chin. The tongue zigzagged down his chest, stopping at his –
"OW!" Greg said again, because Rodrick was rolling the nipple between his teeth.
"C'mon, say it," Rodrick pressed.
Greg whimpered as a new sensation altogether presented itself. Bent back a little like he was, Greg could feel something hard in Rodrick's jeans, pressing against him. With another sweep of blood, Greg knew exactly what it was - and then with an even more terrifying jolt, he realized he was in the same boat. How? Since when? But oh god it ached, which was something Greg had never felt before. It almost hurt.
"Rodrick," Greg said, because somehow saying his name out loud felt really good too.
"Say it, Greg."
Another sharp bite, this time along his ribcage. Greg squirmed. Then before he could even think about it, his mouth flew open. "Your kiss – your kiss was better."
These words coming so abruptly like that; it made Greg's eyes open once more. The smirk waiting for him was almost devastating. Why? Why would he admit something like that so easily?
"Good slave," Rodrick said voice icy as it sent shivers down Greg's body to collect in his groin. Or maybe it was the fact that he was half-naked in his living room. "Don't lie to me again."
A/N: Aaaaaaand I'm leaving it there. For now. BAHAHAHA. It's not over, so don't kill me. It's just I think this chapter is long enough already. The next will continue on. ALRIGHT GUYS?
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