I told you so (M)

A/N: no guys I really mean M this time. Not that i didn't mean it before but..yeah M

She's been over, pretty much, every night since the shooting.

Which he has absolutely no problem with. In fact, he'd prefer if she never actually left at all, but she always does around ten, just like he used to, she'd pull herself away from whatever it was they were doing and go home.

"You could just stay here." He tells her for what might be the millionth time.

"And give my conservative parents a heart attack? No thanks, I don't want that on my conscience."

He can't even fathom how clean her conscience must be to worry about that clouding it.

"It's not like you couldn't have had sex right when you got here." Dick offers, flipping through the channels as he sits in the chair kiddy corner to them.

"Dick!" Mac threw a pillow at him.

Dick had been right. It was getting better; she had been here so often it was practically impossible for it to have stayed the same. It could only get worse or better, and thank God it had gotten better.

Dick blocks the pillow easily and tosses it at Cassidy who promptly puts it behind his head.

"You're here, what? Like seven hours a day? So 420 minutes?" He looks at his brother who nods as slightly as possible, "So you guys could have had sex at least twelve times every day before you go home."

"How on earth did you get that number?"

"Five minutes penetrative sex, thirty minutes down time." He turns his focus back to the television, "If it's not enough for you I could do some work while little brother takes a nap."

He watches Mac's face flush a sudden and intense crimson, "No thank you, Richard." She tells him and it's so formal that he finds it almost laughable.

The channel changes to black and white. The opening of the Maltese Falcon, and Dick stops.

"You like noir, too?" Mac asks, surprised at not having to force him to stop.

"Cass and I watch it all the time. I like it when he slaps that guy with his own hand."

Dick turns to look at them, the smile on his face is bright and it doesn't falter this time.

He and Mac are only touching because she has her legs crossed leisurely over his own. It's easier for Dick to handle them when they aren't touching each other too much.

He wants so desperately for this to be all right, for him to be able to have his brother and his girlfriend and not have to choose that he's being cautious about the semi public displays; leaving the more intense sequences to his bedroom or the car or the kitchen, that one time.

"Alright, but after the movie I really do have to go home."

"I don't know why you bother. You'll be here tomorrow after school anyways, right? Why even go home?"

"I like my home. It's just that all month there have only been two topics possible for conversation, me going to Hearst and Ryan starting Little League in the summer."

He and Dick both freeze a little at that. Dick hasn't met any of Mac's family, but he has. He knows Ryan. Seen that bright eyed enthusiasm, and that energy and watched him laugh with joy when he had finally beat Mac at Mortal Kombat.

"What team?" He asks slowly and if she notices anything strange in his tone she doesn't say anything, maybe she's too involved in the fictional noir spreading out for her entertainment on the TV to notice the real life one unfolding around her.

"The Sharks." She answers not turning away from the TV.

Dick turns to look at him and he knows that once again he won't be sleeping alone because horrible Little League images are flashing through his head but, it's Ryan's soul being ripped this time and he won't fucking stand for it.

"Everything all right?" Mac asks, her arms wrapped around his neck, her body pressed softly against his.

Oh fuck, she's been kissing him and he hadn't even noticed.

"Sorry. I just spaced out..."

She doesn't look convinced, but she responds the instant he leans forward to capture her mouth. Her body rolls into his as her teeth nip at him.

They pull away for air and he looks down at her. God, he wants her badly.

"I could stay..." She whispers, "just this once..."

"Really?"

She brushes back some of his hair and slips from his loose embrace. He watches as she starts up the stairs and disappears into the upstairs hall.

"I thought we were going out tonight." Dick's voice breaks through the soft warmth of her decision, like an ice bath, bringing him crashing back to reality.

"After she's asleep." Cassidy confirms before they both go upstairs. He can feel Dick hesitate before they split to opposite sides of the hall.

Mac is sitting on his turned down bed in one of his flannel button ups and not much else.

"You know I love you, right?" She tells him as he closes the door behind him.

"You've mentioned it once or twice..." He starts undressing, careful to leave his clothes in a place he'll be able to see in the dark later.

"So you know we're not going to break up when I go to Hearst, right?"

"What?"

"Well you've been weird since I mentioned going to school..."

She's too observant, "Is that why you decided to stay tonight?" He asks, sliding into the bed beside her and turning off the light.

"Well if you're not worried I can just go home." She makes to get up, but he quickly grabs her around the waist to keep her in bed.

"I'm worried, I'm worried." He tells her quickly, pulling her flush against him. He can feel almost all of her, the smooth length of her leg, her ass pressed hard against him, the shirt ridding up to an indecent height, "are you not..." He slides his hand down her side and is met with no resistance, not a scrap of fabric protecting her modesty.

"Maybe..." She whispers, voice dark and low, sneaky. She presses back into him, rubbing up and down the length of him with purpose. She slides a hand between them, but all she does is pull down his underwear enough to free him.

"I thought you were tired." He gasps out as she takes a hold of him, guiding him between her legs.

Holy fuck.

He's rubbing against something wet and hot, and fuck he knows what that is.

Good fucking Christ, they are going to have sex aren't they.

"Not that tired." Her voice is deep and dark, lower than normal, and it's pulling him in.

She moans softly as he rubs up against her. They've never gotten this far before. Never touched like this and his fingers and digging into her hip, his teeth against the skin of her neck and shoulder, his tongue pulling her salt greedily in.

"You're wearing too much." He tells her in a dark growl of noise.

She makes a noise in response, but he's not sure what it means.

He forces his trapped arm under her, wrapping around her and clawing desperately at the buttons of the shirt as if to prove himself right.

Her hands rest on his struggling, desperate appendage and undo the buttons for him, granting him access to her skin, her burning heaving chest.

He jolts when her fingers come into contact with him between her legs, almost folding her in half. She moans slowly and quietly as her fingers run down the length of him like she's imagining what it would feel like inside her.

She's wetter and he can't stand it. He needs to see her face.

He pulls away from her roughly and she ends up flat on her stomach.

The make shift night shirt is up around her waist, leaving her exposed before him, he pushes himself up onto his knees

"Wha-" she starts, turning to look at him, but his hand presses down on her ass, sliding down along the soft curve of her.

"You never did get punished for what you did..." His tone is dark and he watches as her fingers dig into the sheets in anticipation, "I still can, right..." He rubs across her, sliding down between her legs, she's desperately wet, he wipes the wetness against her pale skin, it creates a strange shimmer in the room lit by moonlight and the pool lights far below.

She nods and his hand comes down hard on her, lurching her forward and a yelping moan of a thing sliding past her lips.

He pulls her easily over his lap; she helps with the move eagerly, her face red and her chest heaving.

His hand comes down on her repeatedly and he's rewarded with beautiful moaning, gasping sounds that he swears are about to beg him to fuck her.

His hand comes down hard and he can see her legs shimmer wet. She didn't come already, did she? From a solid spanking? He slips two fingers easily into her, she's impossibly slick and she's shaking a little.

"You like this don't you?" He asks pumping his fingers, watching her pull at her hair and the blanket, desperate for what he assumes must be a release.

He presses his fingers in deep and let's her have one last good hit and she just fucking falls apart.

The sound she makes is a low animal thing and her body trembles, clenches, and tries desperately to pull his fingers further in.

He pulls his fingers out and rolls her over onto her back, pushing her legs apart, eyes focused on her beautiful face.

He's pressed against her wet opening waiting for her to come further down, his hips moving of their own accord to rub against her, coating himself in her.

"Mac..." His voice is this breathless needy thing, but she barely manages to look at him.

Eyes half lidded, mouth wet and parted, skin flushed.

"Cindy... Cindy, please." He begs and it pulls a smile across her tired face.

"Apparently... I... like-" she doesn't finish her sentence.

"No way..." He sits back up and looks down at her. The shirt wide open and rumpled up just under her breasts, her skin flushed, but her breathing slow, eyes closed.

"No fucking way."

She passed out. He didn't really think that actually happened to people.

With a labored sigh, he kisses her forehead and leans back on his heels. He may have to take care of things himself, but that doesn't mean he can't have something great to look at.

He makes a bit of a mess of her stomach, but he figures it's okay since he cleaned up after himself. He does the buttons back up and tucks her into bed before redressing.

Dick is leaning against the wall, arms crossed, face flushed. He jingles his car keys and rolls away from the wall.

He waits for Dick to say something the entire time they pack up the explosives and the entire ride to the airstrip.

For once he can't take the silence.

"Is it weird for a girl to pass out... You know... After..." He's not sure he can say orgasm, or any of the alternatives, as he wires up Woody's plane.

"After sex?" Dick offers, handing him the pliers he requested.

He sounds somewhere between devastated and curious. He had to have heard, if nothing else, the spanking. They weren't exactly trying to be quiet.

"We didn't have sex, she just...finished..."

Dick leans down to look at him, "You made her come so hard she passed out?" He's pretty sure that hushed tone is awe.

"Yeah, so is it weird?" He pushes, finishing up the wiring. He can't believe how close he is to finishing this.

This was the reason he had asked Curly to teach him how to use explosives in the first place. Woody's plane going up in a blaze had been this perfect image in his mind for so long.

"It's not weird... Impressive maybe... So what, you just spanked her until she came and passed out?"

"Sort of?" He shrugs even though he knows Dick can't really see him.

"I knew she'd like it rough. Look at her all smart and quiet, she had to like it a little weird." Dick goes off to what he's sure is an extremely happy place for a couple long moments while he tests the detonation mechanism.

It's fine.

He pulls himself out of the inner workings of the private jet, pleased with his work.

"You sure you don't want to share?" Dick asks, shoving the tools back into the bag they had brought.

"Dick you can't share." Is his reply instead of his usual no. Maybe if they talk more about the logistics behind his no, Dick will stop asking about it.

"What are you talking about? I can share."

"Remember the Super Nes?"

"That wasn't my fault. Duncan told me that because I was older I should get it longer since it would be like a better representation of percentage of life or some shit."

"It was on fire."

"Well I'm obviously not going to set Mac on fire."

They argue over sharing the entire ride back home. The arguments making less and less sense as the need for sleep weighs down on then.

He's too tired for this, and Dick obviously is as well. They say goodnight and split to the different bedrooms.

Cass undresses again and climbs into bed with Mac who instantly glues herself to his body heat.

"I'm sorry..." She mumbles into his chest, "Next time...promise..." She nods like this promise is the most important thing she's ever said. She rolls away from him as if now that she's sure he's there she can enjoy sleep in her own little space.

He rolls to follow her, creating a line of contact along their bodies, she may not need his body warmth for comfort, but he needs hers.

"We have all the time in the world now." He whispers into her shoulder, settling in for one of those rare nights of good sleep.

Soon now, they would 'figure out' that Woody had to be behind the bus crash and he'd be far away from Mac's little brother, everyone's little brothers. He'd like to see how long he'd last in prison. A child molester and child murderer? A day. If he made it out of town before they could catch him, well, he had a little present for that bastard.

He was drifting in and out of dreams filled with island breezes, Mac. and beautiful explosions in the sky when the bed sank behind him.

He turned to see Dick climbing into bed.

"What are you doing? Not tonight."

"I can't sleep..."

"Fine, but make sure you're gone before she wakes up."

"Sure."

Dick slid into the bed, his body burning like always, and his arm fell across his hip. As long as Dick behaved himself no one would ever know about their little sleeping arrangement.

He found it funny, as he fell back into Mac anchored dreams, that he had never thought about them sleeping together because Dick couldn't sleep either.

He's not sure why he woke up right away. He had been having a strange wet dream starring Mac with his brother in a guest role. All that threesome talk is digging itself into his brain.

He hasn't finished, which was why he was so confused about being woken up.

They had moved in the night, in their sleep, and Mac was now in the middle, blankets tossed to the far side of the room. He's glad he had thought to put her underwear back on before he had left, because Dick is right there.

Sure he's not awake or anything, but he's right there.

He's surprised at how good he actually feels, hot and happy with the both of them. He's starting to wonder if Dick is smarter than he looks - well he'd have to be- and that he's been working on him because he doesn't even mind that Dick's hand is on Mac's stomach.

He's amazed that she's still asleep given that there are more hands on her than there should be, or even because the space she's fallen into is tiny, pressed between them.

She shifts, her legs twisting, face flushed, a soft moan of noise fills the otherwise silent room. His own following quickly as enough sleep is shaken away that he can finally tell that that amazing wet, hot feeling isn't residual from his dream, but a repeat of last night's surprisingly hot leg action and soaked panties.

He wants to move, to pull away and let her be, but his body won't stand for it, his hips thrust into her urgently, rubbing hard against her and...

Holy shit.

Dick groans low and his hand leaves Mac's skin to grab at him, pulling him closer because between her legs he can feel Dick hard and wet as well.

This is so bad.

This is so so bad.

This is pretty much the 'I word' no matter how you go about it.

Dick's face is only half visible, pressed against Mac. His mouth on her neck, open and panting, his face is flushed.

Cassidy pumped slowly between his girlfriend's legs, Dick's hard...well dick rubbing against him as well.

Dick whimpers underneath Mac's slow, low moan and he can't believe how good of a sound that is.

This is bad, but his body really really doesn't care. Dick is this submissive, needy thing and he's waited his whole life to dominate his brother.

He could have sworn that his body is moving on its own, it just needs that hot wet friction provided by the only two people in the world he loves. He pumps slowly between them, Dick following suit unconscious, or at least pretending to be unconscious. Mac's hot breath puffing quickly against him as the nails of one hand scrap along his chest, the other into Dick's hip trying to gain purchase.

For a moment he could have sworn that her eyes flickered open.

He pushes in hard until he can feel Dick's burning, shaking body on the other side of soaked, useless cotton. He kisses frantically at Mac, desperate for it. His hands are on his brother pulling him in close until there's no space between them, his brother's hands on Mac's breasts, his knuckles scraping against him.

She makes a particularly spectacular moan, back arched and Cassidy's fingers move greedily against Dick, pulling at him until his hand is behind Mac's ass, his fingers looped around his brother.

There was no going back now. Mac's orgasm is crashing around them and he's desperate for release.

He looks up at Dick to check that he's still asleep.

Dick's looking at him, eyes half closed, mouth open and panting as he thrusts through his little brother's fingers and against his cock.

Dick's eyes are dark with want, glazed, his hand moves down between Cassidy and Mac until it grabs a hold of him, rough and large.

He comes all over his brother and Mac's pretty drenched cotton panties, and Dick falls behind.

Cassidy's finish rings out in the room loud and low, but Dick's is smothered in Mac's skin. He must bit her because she comes again.

They stay that way for a moment, spent in more than one way.

Dick moves first, careful to keep Mac from noticing anything happening. She is asleep still, or again, he honestly isn't sure, he doesn't know how anyone could sleep through that.

She rolls into the spot Dick had been occupying, face down in the pillow.

He watches Dick leave, tucked back into his underwear, the front of him stained. He stands at the door and smirks at him.

He doesn't have to say it, the 'I told you so' is beyond clear.

Once he's gone, he slides back into the bed, wrapping an arm around Mac and pulling her close.

Her breathing isn't that of sleep at all, she's not even pretending anymore.

"Are you okay..." He whispers moving her hair carefully to try and get a look at her face.

"The bed seems so big now."

"I can get him to come back if you want..."

"No, its fine... Do you sleep with Dick a lot?"

He's not sure how she means sleep.

"We've never done that before if that's what you're asking."

"Did you want to do that more?"

"Only if you want to."

He does. He wants them both in his bed every night.

"I'm not sure."

"Did you not like it?" His voice is filled with that nervousness that she seems to bring out of him.

She turns to look at him, rolling onto her back, the flannel shirt is unbuttoned in places, her hair is a mess and she's squirming a little in her ruined underwear.

"That's not the problem here."

"So you did like it."

"I-" she's flustered and it's adorable, she gets out of the bed, tossing her ruined underwear at him, "Shut up." She tells him, but there's a laugh in the words as she pulls on some pants and opens the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm hungry." She tells him and when a smirk pulls across his face she points at him and adds "For food."