Rodrick was pissed when he got back to his room. Pissed at Greg, and the way the brat had acted just now, but honestly, mostly pissed at himself for losing it so completely it seemed like he destroyed any chance of ever obtaining his brother properly.
"Aaagh! Fuck. FUCKING WIMP," he muttered angrily, hands pulling his hair in the frustrated moment.
What had he just done? Why had those irrational thoughts taken over? How long had he spent shoving them in a dark place? All of his hard work thrown out the window so he could shoot a load on his scared little brother. Goddamnit! How many fucking times had he warned Greg to not let him get excited about what else he could do; how many more limits he could push. Having the brat wait around like that even after he'd purposely tried to sabotage their relationship just that morning...
The image of Greg turning away from him - being disinterested in him - was just too much. It made him angry just thinking about it and his foot collided with the nearest wall, causing a noticeable break in the drywall.
Then again, there was no point wasting energy regretting his actions. What was done was done and Rodrick was stupid if he didn't take advantage of this new situation.
Greg was his for six more days.
"So to conclude, no means, what?"
"No." The class answered monotonously, having spent the last half hour of class learning that discerning yourself would save you from being raped. Everyone was either asleep, or distracted in the Sexual Education lesson. Everyone except Greg.
His fingers were coiled around the sides of his desk, keeping him upright as he struggled to remain silent. He wanted to scream out, and ask bitterly what would happen if someone did not listen? If his "No" fell on deaf ears?
Like Rodrick's.
His brother had definitely crossed a line the night before. What was Greg supposed to say, or do, when the brother was older and stronger? Without tattling, Greg did not have very many options. He knew because he had spent the better half of the night wondering if even going through with Rodrick's insane demands of slavery would ever give him back the relationship he'd always wanted.
It didn't seem likely.
Greg sighed as Malone finally turned the subject from sexual harassment to safe sex, a lighter subject for his ease of mind. However, his heart pounded steadily – as it had been doing like clockwork all day – through the class until the bell signified its end.
"Your homework tonight; sit down with your parents and talk to them about what you learned today!" Coach Malone shouted after his class. Greg stopped. That was an absolutely ridiculous idea! To discuss this with his parents, especially after what had just happened...
"Greg!" Rowley was suddenly standing in front of his best friend, who was spacing out more and more often lately. "Geeze, didn't you hear me?"
Confused at the sudden appearance, Greg blinked stupidly. "What?"
The two began to walk out of the class and make the way to their lockers. "Holly passed me a note to give to you. Are you two still not talking?"
The note was settled in Rowley's open palm, ready for the taking, but Greg flinched from it immediately. He could not fight the childish desire to ignore everything to do with Holly. That included avoiding her every glance – and there were a lot of those lately. "I-I don't really –"
Rowley sighed, forcing the note into his friend's hand. "Hurry and make up already. I don't want to be in the middle," he said before turning and walking away, leaving Greg irrationally angry.
Where the anger came from, Greg didn't know. But it probably had something to do with the fact that he'd recently been molested, threatened and victimized by his older brother and could do nothing about it. Now, having to face Holly just seemed like a disastrous idea Greg wasn't really ready for. Right. He wasn't ready to talk to her – he was afraid something might slip.
His body became very hot from either his anger or his embarrassment, and he shoved the note hastily into his pocket before heading to his next class.
The note – that Greg read as he walked home alone, trying to distract himself from the dread building with each step – was short and sweet.
Let's talk soon, okay? – Holly
Greg read it over and over, memorizing the way her a's looped over themselves instead of facing the fact that yes, one day he was going to have to talk to her. Besides, even if the note was in front of his face for the majority of the lonely walk, he was still concentrating on the absolutely horrific idea that Rodrick would be waiting for him.
He fought the urge to vomit as the sudden nausea took over him once again, and it was because it seemed the only thing Greg remembered from the night before was the hot, sticky fluid he had tried desperately to wash off himself. If that was going to happen again – well that's where Greg usually got dizzy; lightheaded; faint.
The young Heffley brother paused in his walk, wiping his forehead and trying to regain himself. He later thought that maybe it was a good thing Rowley wasn't walking with him.
At home, Greg tried to work up the courage to talk to his Mom. It was definitely not because he wanted to, but because he had to. And Greg was finding it incredibly hard to even open his mouth these days.
Yet somehow, Greg found himself planted directly in front of his mother as she folded laundry in the basement. "What is it honey?" she asked, distracted as she folded a blanket of Manny's.
"Um, so I'm supposed to talk to you about what I learned in Sex Ed today," he began, still amazed at the own words coming out of his mouth. Being honest wasn't this easy, was it? How quickly had he forgotten?
His mother looked at him over the rim of her glasses as she bundled a pair of socks together. "Of course, we can talk about anything you want."
Greg paused, taking a deep breathe to prepare his words. "We learned about sexual harassment and safe sex." Perhaps he was waiting for his mother to say something in response, but when she only "hmm'ed" amusedly, Greg decided to push through. "So yea I just wanted you to know."
"Well, safe sex is really important you know." Greg wished to die from the embarrassment. "I know that you're getting older, but when the time comes please be safe about it. Maybe talk to Rodrick? That boy thinks I don't know he spends his allowance on condoms – but I don't call him out on it because at least he's not being stupid." She sighed, returning to a pair of jeans she was folding.
As strangely shocking as the news was, the last thing Greg wanted was for the conversation to take a turn towards him.
"I don't care about Rodrick," Greg said venomously, perhaps even more than he realized because his mother frowned at him in concern.
"What's been going on with you two lately hmm?"
Greg froze. How could he even begin to answer that? Saying nothing was wrong was a definite lie and his mother would know. So, without a word, or answer, he turned on his heel and ran up the stairs for the safety of his room.
"I'm asking because I know you did something Rodrick!"
Know? She couldn't possible know anything. Greg would never, ever tell. Rodrick would make sure of that. But that just meant that his Mom being nosy about everything was because Greg was still acting like a scared little baby; fucking frightened all day because he knew he was going to get five minutes alone with him.
"I didn't do anything! I'm hanging out with him tonight."
His mother paused, sweeping a very hardened set of narrowed eyes across his entire body in suspicion. "So why did he run away after I told him to go talk to you?"
"He probably doesn't want to tell you every little thing anymore, and I don't blame him. You're so annoying!" Rodrick would definitely hate her too if she was as up in his business as she was with Greg's all the time.
"I'm your mother; I'm supposed to know what's going on!"
"And I'm telling you not to worry about it. We're getting along great," Rodrick insisted through gritted teeth. His mother walked closer, daring to smack the shit out of him even though she was noticeably smaller than her son.
"So help me Rodrick, if I find out you're bullying him, or – or anything else - !"
Rodrick rolled his eyes, shoving past his mother and taking the stairs. Just great that he hadn't even made it two feet in the door before his mother flew at him like a banshee. All he'd wanted, and all he'd been waiting for all day, was his five minutes.
And not another thing was going to get in his way.
Greg didn't expect the door to open as suddenly and quietly as it did. He jumped and his heart rammed itself into his throat as Rodrick's form appeared through the swinging oak. The overwhelming desire to run and hide bounced off the other desire to stay and sit quietly or else get hurt. This caused a temporary disconnect from Greg's brain to his body; he remained frozen as Rodrick locked the door with a flick of the doorknob and walked towards him.
"What a mess you are. You know I got the fourth degree just now because of you? Get it together."
Rodrick looked angry, which in turn caused Greg's heart to hammer embarrassingly fast. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to apologize for his behaviour, but that didn't seem right for some reason. "I – uh – "
"Shut up. I'll go easy on you from now on, so stop being a baby. All we have to do is kiss okay?"
These words stopped Greg from choking out any more of his own. He blinked slowly, piecing together this information.
"Yea, that's okay right? It's easy. We've done it before."
Greg was stunned. It had not occurred during his endless worrying that the five minutes didn't have to be sexual at all. But he remained guarded; remembering the way Rodrick had hissed horrible things into his ear; remembering that sickening hard length rubbing against him.
How could he trust Rodrick now?
The older brother advanced, taking a seat on Greg's bed before he could tell him to get lost.
"I also told Mom we're hanging out tonight, because she thinks we're fighting. Wanna see a movie?"
It was all too much for Greg who seemed to lately be in a permanent state of deep thought. He had a lot to consider as he battled the beautiful feeling of hope these words gave him. There was absolutely nothing more he had wanted these last few months than to hang out with Rodrick normally. Be brothers.
But Rodrick was not acting like a brother lately; he was acting like a maniac. And it didn't matter how many months Greg had spent chasing after Rodrick because hadn't he spent a lot of time recently trying to avoid him?
The hesitation in Greg's decision seemed to make Rodrick even crazier. The teen tapped his foot impatiently before manipulating the conversation once again. "If you don't, Mom's gonna ask you about it."
With this, it felt all of the power to make the decision was sucked away from Greg. He could feel it leave his body as he crumpled his defences against his brother. There was nothing he could do except go along with what Rodrick wanted. Having to face their mother was to be avoided at all costs – at least, that was the mindset Greg had put himself into ever since the bruise.
Besides, it was only kissing. Wasn't it a good thing it wasn't third base?
"Fine," Greg mumbled, defeated.
"Come here," Rodrick instructed, pointing beside himself.
"Right now?" Greg asked, even though he knew the answer.
"Yea we don't have a lot of time and I want my five minutes," Rodrick said, distracted with his watch. As Rodrick set an alarm, Greg shuffled slowly – hesitantly – towards his brother. As soon as he was within arm's reach, Rodrick shoved him, causing Greg to fall on his back with a tiny flop against his mattress.
The biggest surprise was the sudden excitement that started in him as soon as Rodrick pinned his hands down. It was sickening to Greg, and he ought to be ashamed.
"Kissing only," Greg reminded as Rodrick leaned forward.
"Then do a good job," Rodrick advised wickedly, causing Greg's blood pressure to increase right before lips were pressed to his.
The kiss was extremely aggressive. Greg had only ever experienced a sample of this type of kiss from Rodrick before. It was painful; the teeth that bit his lip, the hands squeezing his wrists to quiet his sudden fight.
He opened his mouth to tell Rodrick it hurt and to stop, and voice a million other concerns, but the tongue swirling against his and the pleasured groan of satisfaction that came from Rodrick quickly shut him up. Greg had to remain silent – at least for five minutes – no matter how much it hurt, or how smothered he felt under all of Rodrick's weight because the older brother was pressed on top of him and closing the distance between their bodies in such a way that it troubled Greg.
Rodrick tongued him greedily and Greg simply could not help the way his voice whined as his brother released one of his wrists. Rodrick's hand ran slowly up along his side and the voice in Greg's head began to scream that it didn't seem to be "just kissing" anymore.
"Ah- shit. Hold still." Rodrick muttered, rubbing a sickening bulge along Greg's thin stomach.
A rush of blood hit Greg's head so hard it was suddenly hard to think right. His free hand pushed against Rodrick's chest, trying to listen to his commands to fight; he was really trying and Rodrick wasn't moving at all! "St-stop! Stop!"
As he struggled Rodrick smirked, hand pressing against Greg's mouth. "No no, remember you have to beg me softly. And don't forget to call me brother."
Rodrick was grinding – soft, rhythmical thrusts against him that had Greg's stomach twisting as his heart beating at least a hundred miles a minute. Was Rodrick joking? His jaw was locked tight with just one of Rodrick's hands; he couldn't beg even if he wanted to!
Suddenly, Rodrick let go, and it was all very frightening. The shock was just what Greg needed. He whipped his head away - gasping for breath and praying he wouldn't puke all over himself.
"Please, brother, please stop."
As he begged, Rodrick's watch went off. Quiet yet, shrill and annoying. Would it be over now?
"Look at me when you beg me," Rodrick demanded, hand jerking Greg's chin back so that all he could do was look into his brother's dark eyes and witness the insanity behind them. "It's the least you could do for getting me going, brat."
"I-I didn't!"
Rodrick ground hard causing Greg's stomach to turn. "Don't lie. What sort of idiot are you? Don't you remember what I did to you yesterday?" Greg was silenced, heart pounding against the words as Rodrick leaned back on his knees and reached deep into his pockets. "Then you agree to kiss your own brother? I mean seriously, what a sicko."
"You're the one kissing me!" Greg said, heated from the sudden offense as Rodrick smirked and pulled out a sharpie. "Remember that I'm your brother too. Wait – what are you doing?"
As he bit the lid, ripped it off and spat it to the side Rodrick replied, "I'm not done yet."
"Wait! Stop! I begged didn't I?"
Just as Greg's instinct to fight started to appear, Rodrick leaned forward menacingly.
"Fight me and I'll give you ten bruises. Then guess what? It'd be your fault if I got kicked out of the house. Besides, you're being too noisy." The tip of the permanent marker was pressed against Greg's stomach – suddenly exposed without Greg ever remembering it being so before.
He whined against the tickle of the sharp tip squeaking along his stomach. In the same block lettering as 'Loded Diper', Rodrick drew the word "SLAVE".
Greg was at a loss for words as Rodrick got up to leave. The younger Heffley realized for the first time that he was a fish in a frying pan, and Rodrick was going to make sure he burned.
A/N: Hello once again. I – the lovely Calico Trayce – know you are desperately disappointed that I ended there. I understand. I'm sorry. It's really not my fault.
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