A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed and continued to review and ask nicely for another chapter! I'm surprised how much attention this story gets even now, and how many Gregrick fans it inspired to write their own stories. A humongous thank you to my beta and friend - MyHeroRaven - who convinced me this was good enough to post. LOL~

It was two days into Rodrick's grounding, and Greg still hadn't seen him at all. It was driving him crazy; after all the twisted lengths Rodrick had gone to, the neglect was very unfair. Greg couldn't make sense of it all, knowing he definitely should have been doing something about the situation. But he felt as weak as Rodrick claimed and found himself yearning for the older brother's attention.

"Why is Rodrick allowed to stay home?" he'd asked his mother sulkily as he prepared for school, choosing to overcome the sick, knotted feeling he got in his gut every time he said Rodrick's name.

"That's because he's not feeling well," Susan said in a huff as she wrestled Manny into place on the toilet. Greg had wanted to complain- it wasn't fair - Rodrick was faking it! - but he couldn't get a word into his doting mother as she tried to potty train the four year old. "Okay, Manny. You can't be the only child going to preschool in diapers. So help me – "

Knowing neither battle could ever be won, Greg turned out the door and headed to school. As he walked, he thought it was probably best if he didn't worry about Rodrick too much for a while – and his neck became hot with the memory of their last encounter.

There was that nausea – his heart was beating so fast his stomach felt the vibrations. It somersaulted without his permission.

This had been a regular occurrence ever since Rowley had spilled the beans – something Greg chose to blame on his friend caught up in the misgivings and poor temper of puberty. The two had not yet spoken. But – that was okay. They had gone longer.

Still, school wasn't quite the same. Greg found it difficult to concentrate in class, and was the first to leave and the last to arrive for every single one. He spent lunch alone, and refused to speak when called upon in class. It was for this Greg was finally sent to the Principal's office in fourth period.

As Greg walked, he felt very detached from himself. His legs were moving down the corridor lined with lockers, but it was as if he was making no conscious effort to move them. His mind was elsewhere, at home with Rodrick who was probably mad at him. That was the only explanation for it. Telling Rowley about the bruise had really messed things up. Then again, hadn't he apologized? Greg clearly remembered the "sorry!" he'd cried out, so then what was Rodrick's problem? Why couldn't they just go back to kissing…

He entered the administrative offices and spoke with a receptionist who nodded at his name and brought him into Vice Principal Roy's office. Greg sighed at the bearded man before settling himself into a chair.

"Hello Greg," the man greeted softly, appearing to shuffle some papers. "I've just had a visit from Rowley Jefferson." These words caused Greg's heart to sink. Vice Principal Roy continued. "He says you two haven't been talking recently." Greg made no indication on the matter. "He tells me he's concerned about you and your brother fighting."

At this Greg finally sneered. There was no way in hell he was going to sit here and let this man speak anything bad about Rodrick. "Excuse me, I don't know what you are trying to get at, but my brother and I are getting along perfectly."

"Right, of course," Vice Principal Roy said – and Greg could tell this man had at least a ghost of a suspicion. He had believed Rowley's concerns were valid with good reason – Rodrick was molesting him. At this, Greg willed himself up to full height in his chair.

"Rowley is upset because Holly Hills likes me and because my brother called him out on it." The words surprised Greg. He had never been a good liar, but here he was expertly manipulating the situation. At least he'd learned a thing or two from his older brother – or was it that Rodrick was slowly tainting him from the inside out, starting with that damn kiss!

The Vice Principal frowned and relaxed a bit further into his seat in a resigned sort of way. "I should have known this was all about a girl. What is it with you boys at this age?"

After that, Greg was sent home for the afternoon for no other reason than Vice Principal Roy thought he looked ill and could use the rest.

An exciting thrill ran up along Greg's spine as the thought occurred to him that he would be alone in the house with Rodrick for at least a few hours before their parents returned. But with the thrill came a sort of guilt as he realized he was looking forward to his five minutes. He was looking forward to those rough hands on his body and that chaotic evil that possessed his brother during that time.

This was not how it should have been, but it was how it would have to be if he wanted Rodrick in his life.

And that wasn't even a question.

Greg was in a rush to get home. Along the way he employed his active imagination to try to construct his plan of attack, but he knew he would have to rely on quick thinking and impulse to get his brother's attention. Rodrick would take care of things after that.

As Greg stepped through the front door he had no desire to keep quiet. He slammed it loudly so it echoed along the front entrance and up the staircase – surely loud enough for Rodrick to hear. A visitor in the middle of the day must prompt a response from the teenager.

But nothing happened – even when Greg kicked off his shoes and they ricocheted off the closet doors that rattled. Not even the hint of a stirring upstairs.

He put down his backpack and opened the fridge in the kitchen, finding he was hungrier and hungrier these days. Chewing thoughtfully on some toast as he leaned over the kitchen island, Greg wondered just what else he would have to do in order for Rodrick to forgive him. How long would it be before Greg walked up those stairs and knocked loudly? He couldn't even fathom the consequences of doing that.

Then the sound of a door opening cleared all thoughts out of Greg's head. His heart hammered in his throat as he heard the distinct creaking of the stairs. Rodrick descended and entered the kitchen, glancing at Greg under dark hooded eyes.

Greg fixed his gaze on his plate, very aware of the electricity he felt as Rodrick moved around him and opened the fridge too. Knowing Rodrick, he had probably not eaten at all yet even though it was well past noon.

Blood rushed to his head and the silence throbbed along with Greg's temples. He was hearing a sort of weird static until his own voice surprised him. "They sent me home because I wasn't looking well. Maybe I caught what you have?"

Rodrick turned with the jug of milk to his lips and eyed his brother's position once more – bent over the kitchen island with one hip dropping to the side. After an enormous gulp, he laughed – a brash, short noise that eased a little of Greg's concerns. His older brother wiped away a milk moustache as he replied, "Then you're faking it too."

"I knew it," Greg said, a weird sort of adrenaline pounding through him as Rodrick stepped over and grabbed his toast. He didn't protest as his older brother inhaled his snack, merely watched the way he took a bite and wished for those teeth on his skin.

They held eyes for a moment and Greg had to look away. The amused look Rodrick gave him made Greg feel he could literally see through him.

Rodrick reached out and encircled his wrist, pressing it against the countertop. "The fuck are you doing, Greg?" he said lowly, pulling the younger boy around so that he was forced to look into dark eyes.

Greg stuck out his chin stubbornly, attempting to remove Rodrick's grip. "What does it look like?" he challenged, knowing very well that is not how a slave treated his master. Still, if it had to be a punishment, so be it. He'd just beg for forgiveness, anyway.

Rodrick's lips curled into a sick, knowing smile. "It looks like my slutty little brother came home early to put on a show for me."

Lowering his eyes, Greg refused to respond. He pulled out of Rodrick's grip but the older brother simply put both hands on either side of the kitchen island counter, trapping Greg like a fly in a web. Then, with a sharp, impatient noise he crushed his lips against Greg's, gripping the counter like he expected a fight.

For Greg, it was way too hot kissing his brother – it was like Rodrick had this power to make him melt right in his skin. It was all he could do to keep up before his body completely betrayed him and he pulled Rodrick in with a sickening need that had been building relentlessly the last few days.

This was exactly what he wanted. Rodrick broke the kiss with a satisfied smirk – dark hooded eyes sparkling with malevolence. "Am I right or wrong?"

Greg couldn't reply - couldn't even choke out a response as he pressed the small of his back into the counter in an attempt to put a little distance between himself and Rodrick. He had to at least attempt to control his trembling. "I just didn't want you to be mad at me anymore. Ignoring me after everything isn't fair. I said sorry so, please forgive me." Looking up at the last words, Greg saw something flash in Rodrick's eyes; something that told Greg his brother had never been mad at all - his intention all along to break him down. The look told Greg that Rodrick liked his slave begging, so he continued. "Please don't hate me anymore. Okay?"

He understood he had to play Rodrick's game.

Rodrick tsk'ed impatiently as he circled an arm around Greg's hips, raising the younger boy upwards against him. "Answer the question," the older brother demanded with an edgy growl – pressing teeth together in control of himself. Greg knew Rodrick wouldn't rest until he admitted it.

But then, he had some power didn't he?

"Alright, fine, I came home for you. I want to be a good slave." The words caught Rodrick's interest. Greg saw the way his brother's eyes brightened before settling. Was he close to snapping? Greg liked this upper hand. "Please, brother."

That did the trick. Greg felt his entire body flip – ass bent out from the island counter as Rodrick positioned him this way. Heart racing in a way that Greg didn't really understand, he let his body move with Rodrick's hands and squirmed excitedly on the spot as his brother leaned over him and grazed his ear with dominating teeth. "Just as I thought – my slutty slave can't get enough," Rodrick growled, pulling at the waistline of Greg's jeans until they were almost to his knees. "I should fuck you right here…" A squeeze of his hips as if Rodrick was seriously considering this.

Greg choked out a cry of protest. Although he was really enjoying this attention, somehow the idea of being fucked where he stood didn't seem to be very pleasant. Another sharp gasp as he realized he was rock hard – throbbing with a sick desire that Rodrick had planted in him; right underneath the words SLAVE. "Wh – why are you doing this to me? Making me this way?"

Rodrick grabbed a fistful of his younger brother's hair, making the teary eyed begging boy look at him while he answered to get the message through. "You gave me no other choice. I wanted to wait – tried to wait – but then you had to kiss that fucking slut, Greg! You made me crazy, so you are mine. I own you forever. And the saddest thing is – you'll let me."

He was right – of course – but Greg bit his lip, refusing to say it out loud as Rodrick rubbed his obscene bulge against his backside. "You won't tattle, right Greg?" Rodrick asked in a mock-innocent voice as Greg contemplated the idea that he really did drive Rodrick to these measures. He wondered if things would have still been normal if the whole kiss with Holly hadn't screwed things up between them. He obsessed on the idea that it was his fault – so didn't he deserve this punishment?

"Never," Greg agreed. "You can do whatever you want, I won't tattle."

Rodrick probably would have made good on his word of fucking him right there if the front door hadn't opened at that moment. Both Heffley boys froze on the spot – but it was Greg who acted first. He pulled up his pants and buttoned them without another moment of hesitation, prompting Rodrick to do the same. Then, standing a reasonable distance away from each other, the two turned to face their parents as they walked through the door – a few hours earlier than expected.

"Greg?" Susan Heffley said, just as surprised to see her son.

As usual – knowing Greg was a terrible liar - Rodrick spoke for the two of them. "Greg's not feeling well either. He got sent home from school. I just made him some toast and, I think he should take some medicine."

Wait a second.

"Oh dear, I knew he looked ill," Susan proclaimed to her husband as she set Manny down along with a bag of groceries. Greg threw Rodrick a resentful glare as their mother rummaged in the cupboard for the drowsy medicine. If he took that on his empty stomach – thanks to Rodrick eating his snack – he'd be down.

"Mom, I'm fine – " Greg began, but was kicked into silence as Rodrick shook his head.

"What are you talking about Greg, aren't you warm?" Rodrick recovered, taking Greg's forehead into his palm. The contact certainly was burning hot, but that was because Greg's body was still reeling from the closeness of his brother. "He's burning up, Mom!"

Greg was forced to take the sticky liquid after that. Then with a bottle of water, Rodrick lifted his younger brother's arm over his shoulder. "I'll make sure he gets some rest," Rodrick assured, trying to look like the good guy. "After all, I did this to him."

Eyes narrowed as Greg felt the first wave of the medicine hit him.

"Well, at least you two are getting along," Susan Heffley managed after a moment of consideration.

"Back in five, Daddy-o," Rodrick said as their concerned father stepped aside to let them pass. Greg couldn't help but feel excited at these words; another five minutes, was it? He didn't complain the entire time the older brother helped him to his room.

Once the door closed, Rodrick continued straight to the bed, dropping Greg unceremoniously onto the mattress. Landing with a thump Greg glared up as Rodrick unbuttoned his jeans with a wicked smile. "C'mere," he instructed, pulling the flaps of his jeans down. "Finish what you started."

Knowing it was useless to put up a fight, Greg decided to put all his effort into making Rodrick hot for him. It was easy now that Greg knew what he liked; so he crawled forward on his knees then regretted his obedience once Rodrick pressed his face against the warmth of his crotch.

"Nn – sstop being a pervert! Rodrick!" Greg struggled, as his cheek rubbed against the hard bulge in his brother's cotton boxers. Even still, Greg liked the way Rodrick held his head so tightly against him. He made sure to breathe open-mouthed against his brother while he stared up on all fours.

Cackling, Rodrick released his grip – climbing on top of Greg's bed with him and kicking his boxers off the rest of the way. "You were being so good earlier, but I know how much you love to be punished."

Greg's poor heart raced wildly at the look his older brother was giving him; the medicine pounding in his temples. "Please – Master! I'll be good!" Greg squeaked.

It was too late. Rodrick was already twisting the younger boy down into the mattress. "Good, you say? Then take off your pants like a helpful slave."

The idea was ludicrous but Greg had already resigned himself to this fate. He hesitated only a fraction of a second before he understood they didn't have much time. Shaking hands pulled his waistband down once again – this time Greg was sure to pull them completely off. Now exposed, he was very aware of his position under Rodrick, and he attempted to twist away before he was pressed back down.

The wild look in Rodrick's eyes was electric as he positioned his knees either side of the smaller boy, and – with the right angle – positioned the head of his cock right on Greg's lips.

"Now are you going to suck it, or do you want a dry fuck?"

Greg shivered at the memory of the last time he had his brother this close to his mouth. But – that was because he'd been disobedient. In any case, a dry fuck sounded awful.

Without any choice, the younger Heffley parted his lips.

A part of Rodrick could not believe his own eyes at the sight of Greg – hot and flustered – taking the swollen length into his mouth willingly. The older brother thought for sure he'd have to force his way through Greg's small lips, but this was even better. He relished in his complete dominance of little Greg. The boy wanted him so bad; Rodrick could feel it in his tongue as he tasted his Master so obediently.

"Damnit… Greg… so good – good boy," Rodrick encouraged, spreading the lips wider as he pushed his cock deeper – unable to control himself as the warm, wet mouth enveloped him. "Get it nice and wet."

Poor Greg's eyes watered with effort not to gag as Rodrick slid further into his throat – stopping finally as Greg moved his tongue back and forth under his cruel dick. The sensation was so amazing Rodrick almost came right there – actually debating for a moment how much he'd love to see Greg choke and swallow all of him.

But, without another moment's notice, Rodrick pulled out – desperate to make good on his word and fuck Greg. It was time to make Greg understand once and for all what it meant to be his brother.

As he climbed off Greg's arms and lifted his legs, Rodrick was thankful for the medicine. Greg was unable to fight even if he wanted to as the wild teenager held both legs up and bent them to Greg's stomach. Ass exposed, Greg twisted with embarrassment. "W-what are you doing?"

But Rodrick wasn't going to let Greg play dumb. He gave an intentional prod to Greg's most sensitive area – the contact so deliciously forbidden Rodrick had to overcome the powerful desire to just rape this sexy bitch mercilessly. He resisted successfully; knowing it would already hurt for the younger brother the first time. Still, Rodrick really couldn't wait for the day Greg begged for his cock and could take a hard pounding.

Greg whined weakly as Rodrick aimed two fingers against his entrance. The sight of it was too unreal, everything pink and cute like a proper virgin but admittedly, very tight. Greg was so tense it was impossible to push in very far even with his fingers. Doing so elicited a scream.

"Shutup," Rodrick hissed, and Greg whimpered as he clamped his hands over his mouth in an effort to quiet himself – face twisted in pain as Rodrick pulled his fingers back slightly. "Get used to it; this hole is mine now, Greg. Got it?"

The wimp nodded as Rodrick picked up a rhythm – fingering the virgin without remorse; sliding his wet fingers in and out until finally Greg began to relax. Whether it was the medicine or not, the older teen didn't care. For the most part, Rodrick was unconcerned about taking his younger brother's virginity. He'd dreamed about it for too long that he'd become disconnected from any sort of empathy. The desire had consumed him so completely that he had lost reason.

This was it – within two weeks he'd been through all the bases with his brother, leading up to the big home run. This wasn't how he'd imagined it originally, but caught in Rodrick's unbreakable wicked gaze Greg didn't want it any other way.

"God you're such a fucking slut – you love this don't you?"

Rodrick's fingers twisted deeply inside of him. It was painful in a way that was slowly fading. He didn't think he loved it so much until Rodrick said so, then Greg noticed the way his body was adopting this rhythm Rodrick created; not surprising since his brother was a drummer after all.

"Look, you're so wet I think you're going to cum for me, just with my fingers," Rodrick continued, breaking his gaze for a moment to take in the satisfying sight of his job well done and Greg's leaking, teased cock. It was so embarrassing; having Rodrick look at him and talk like that just made him even hotter. This wasn't the effect he should be having on him but it felt too good to resist.

Overwhelmed, Greg thought he'd hit the point of no return before Rodrick's fingers slid out. He shot Greg a dark look before lining his tip against the younger boy's ass obscenely; both hands taking position holding Greg's thighs in place against his stomach.

Pushing forward slowly, the head of Rodrick's cock made Greg whine in pain – audible even with his hands still clasped over his mouth. He couldn't help it; it felt like he was being ripped in two; legs numb compared to the agony of his stretched hole, but so worth it when Rodrick bent forward and silenced his scream with a kiss.

It wasn't gentle; a raw kind of reminder that Rodrick was losing control. Still, it infused Greg with desire - the electric little thrills running down his body with Rodrick's teasing tongue in his mouth; his hard-on uncomfortably sensitive for having his ass violated like this. How could it feel so good when it hurt so much?

Rodrick moaned against Greg's mouth, hips moving his stiff cock deeper slowly before he finally broke away to look once more.

"Mmm - you're pretty fucking tight for being such a slut. Open wider, Greg."

His hips gave a powerful thrust, disappearing at least another inch into his younger brother. Rodrick knew Greg would give another scream but loved the sound too much to silence it again.

"Aaahhn!"

Rodrick fought the urge to cum – it didn't help that Greg was so fucking tight and he was trembling on his cock with every movement. The feeling of filling Greg up was better than he'd ever imagined. It was one of the hardest things he had to do when he pulled out; although he wasn't deprived too long. Re-entering was easier this time, but Greg was too tight to handle even with only a few inches inside him.

As he quickened his pace, Rodrick obsessed at the thought he had the rest of his life to break Greg in properly.

The pain was becoming too much for Greg – he felt dizzy and sick with Rodrick so deep inside him. It was making his vision black around the edges. He struggled to look into Rodrick's eyes – blinking back tears from the pain as he found the dark eyes looking at him with a cruel sort of amusement.

These damn hot waves of pleasure kept intercepting the pain of Rodrick's twisting hips; they collected at his groin, tense and making Greg feel like he needed to touch himself or he was going to explode. He felt ashamed as he wrapped his hand around his leaking, teased cock – his warm hand igniting his pleasure to another level.

Rodrick enjoyed the show. "Yea, good boy - cum for me..." he groaned voice hot with need. "I'm going to cum too Greg, do you want it?"

"Uh-huhhh," Greg managed – delirious from the pleasure or the medicine – likely both. His back arched as he received another deep thrust from his brother; pain making the orgasm uncurl from the base of his cock. Rodrick had to cover Greg's mouth as he made hot, uncontrollable noises that filled the room, but it turned Rodrick on so much that he came too – holding Greg in place as his dick pulsed along the tight walls of Greg's hole.

The older brother groaned – overwhelmed by the sensation of fucking his little brother. Greg had never felt such pleasure; never knew it existed before it consumed him and made him lose his vision completely. In fact, as he lost himself to the force of his release – as he felt Rodrick cumming inside him – he lost consciousness at the final thought he'd be Rodrick's forever.

I decided that this chapter would be the last, but I may be tempted to write an epilogue or sequel of sorts with enough feedback. ;)

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Love, Calico.