{Before hand lets go over some things, the bold italic words are Brick's inner superiority thoughts.If only italics, just regular inner thoughts.}
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Ch. 4 Got It Bad
The boy sat there. In he chair next to her bedside. He watched in the dim lit room, waiting for any sign of the emerald's bright light to shine through the pitch black room.
And after for what seemed to be a lifetime ago, a light begun to flicker, followed by a groan, "Pr-Professor," the sleeping girl's longing voice called.
Crimson eyes glared at the weak attempt to call for this Professor guy. No. The only thing this girl should be pleading for is Brick's name; thinking of him since he actually attempted to help her worthless ass.
Worthless, Brick spat in his hate filled thoughts. Why had he helped her? She was nothing but a female.
Make up your fucking mind already, at that moment Brick had another internal battle with himself, yet again, you are pathetic.
He dismissed these thoughts when her eyes snapped open. She had been panting, hard. Emerald orbs rapidly scanned the room in sure panic as sweat trickled down her face. Unsure of this situation the boy about to obtain a cool drink for the girl. He stood to leave until a strong tug of his shirt stopped him.
"Daddy," her devastating voice called "Don't leave," a painful look in her orbs stirred something in the red headed child because he immediately obeyed.
Your weak, Brick's thoughts taunted, why continue to help this inferior female?
His thoughts dismissed upon the realization that finally dawned on her. She removed her hand from the hem of his shirt, and grunted in anger of her current state.
"Ah, damn," her light eyes darted towards dark red, "Hey, shithead, why do I feel like...like-"
"Shit," he countered with a raised brow.
She glared. "Yeah. That."
Brick eyes remained daunting along with a hint of amusement, "Simple. You were too loud with your "sneak" attack, thus deflecting your advance proved to be an easy task. I'm a bit disappointed you hadn't proven yourself worthy-"
"My god! Another nerdy redhead!"
Brick glared.
"What? I know two other giant nerds with your hair color."
"What do you mean by other," the boy ignored the thought of two other males like himself. Others just how many males have already claimed her...
"Yeah, dude, obviously I had a life before coming here. What the hell, did you really think you people be the first people I've ever met."
Brick remained silent.
"Well fuck you too!"
"Fuck who?"
"Fuck you!"
"No thank you. You're a bit young for my taste."
Buttercup's face brighten as red as a tomato. "What do you mean too young!"
"I said a bit, not too," the red of her cheeks gave Brick satisfaction as he held a smug look, "And, Buttercup, I meant to say that is all that you are. A little girl," a female, "too young," too stupid, "and nothing more than be my Baby Sister," nothing more than my own inferior little bitch.
"You aren't that much older than me!"
"Really?"
"Yeah, really," she challenged.
Brick leaned back in his chair with a smirk, "How old are you, Baby Buttercup?"
"Don't call me Baby," her emeralds shot daggers.
Brick smirked, "How old?"
"Six."
"I'm two years older, Baby."
She growled and this time, Brick took notice of her body. It was leaking drops of sweat, her eyes tinted red (and not from his own crimson reflection), and it also seemed to be shaking. She's not fully healed yet... This made the redhead feel a sort of pity for her. A genuine sorry for using full force on her. I should probably help her...
"Well good for you Old Man."
Dismissing any of his previous concern, Brick narrowed his eyes. The fuck does this worthless bitch think she is. Did she really dare to humiliate him.
And to his face!
"What's the matter, Grandpa? Can't take a Baby smack talking you," she snickered.
You should not lower yourself to this stupid female's status, Brick thought, "No, you're just childish. Go back to sleep," before I make you, bitch.
"Why? You're not my fuck'n boss."
Fuck this, Brick grew frustrated of her endless blabbering, enough of her back talk to where his cold face set in. His posture was hard, stern, and the boy's cold red irises landed upon the girl who grew wary of his stare but sat with her arms crossed and fists clenched.
"No," Brick's voice held her, "but as of right now am I your big brother," the young girl held a hard glare, "And you are my little sister. What I say goes, especially..." the fuck are you doing? "When it comes to your health."
Brick's last words were genuine, however they weren't meant to be said.
Though, unaware of his mistake, the words affected the girl greatly. She broke in that moment, believing the boy's gentle words, thus, allowing an opening for Brick to quickly finish his precious statement, "Now, rest."
At first it seemed like the young brunette was about to argue, but Brick added, "Please."
You're pathetic, his subconscious said with distaste, a real fuck'n inferior being.
Despite Brick looking pathetic, it worked.
"Fine," she fluffed her pillow, with a wince, and laid back with a thump, "but only because you asked like a little bitch."
Brick wanted to resort, but her sleeping figure distracted him.
There, in his seat, he took in every breath, every moment of her face; the eyebrows, the nose, the lips-that his eyes lingered on more than needed- and the ink of hair pasted to her face with her sweat.
Her sweat glisten.
It usually glistens like that when it taunted the boy as he trained. It threaten to crawl out his pores when an obstacle became actually difficult to accomplish. His father once told Brick that in being superior he must not submit to failure. Sweat, the dastardly subject degraded him. And somehow, her stench filled his nostrils, but not in a certain disgusted taste, but in a satisfying pleasure.
Brick's hormones were truly unstable, especially when around this particular girl.
"Um... Are you gonna be some creepo just sitt'n there... watch'n me and shit?"
Brick blinked. A brave smirk overtook his face, "Well if I remembered correctly, wasn't it you who shouted, 'don't go Daddy,' earlier?"
Buttercup growled, "You are not my Daddy."
"I could be," his bold statement sent a rush of heat to her face, the dim light unable to hide such a sight from the boy, "Your Daddy, of course, unless-"
He reacted faster than last time, swiftly dodging from his position; avoiding the thrown object.
"GET THE HELL OUT!" The obvious irritation in his little sister's voice gave Brick the indication that he was in control of the situation.
"Come now Buttercup, all you'd have too do is call me Daddy, the person you most desire and I'll leave."
Crimson eyes took in her slowed breathing; calming herself, her anger, and as he stared into those bright emeralds staring back, quickly registering how her lips parted.
A single intake of breath was released.
"Daddy," her reply echoed in him.
{WARNING! IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ AN INAPPROPRIATE THOUGHT ABOUT TO HAPPEN: SKIP THE NEXT PARAGRAPH. IF YOU SKIP AND WANT AN APPROPRIATE UNDERSTANDING OF WHAT DID HAPPEN IN THE SKIPPED PARAGRAPH, READ THE FOLLOWING: He wanted to lick her mouth, like a cat.}
Red orbs remained on that dry mouth of hers. The image of those little lips whimpering under his superior-self being, filled his disturbed mind. He'd flick his own tongue over that dirty, potty mouth of hers. She'd beg for mercy as his mouth allowed an opening of his own saliva to drip down; filling the cracks of that intriguing plump, inferior lip. Slowly, eventually, after her yearning calls he'd accept her weak challenge for dominance in a battle of tongues. Of course he comes out on top, as her pathetic tongue fails to overtake his, all the while his hands begin to roam...
"Please, " a hushed voice broke Brick from his thoughts.
He looked back at the brunette's emeralds which began to flutter in defeat of sleep. Her eyelids began to sink, reminding Brick that she needed to rest. Understanding that he'd overstayed his welcome -and in his earlier promise to leave- he got up from the chair and elegantly turned towards the bedroom door.
Upon exiting the room, standing in the hallway with her closed door behind him; his legs gave out. On the ground he stayed, hunched over, holding a hand to his lips, heat climbed its way to his cheeks.
What the hell, he whispered as he tried to diminish any more disturbing thoughts of him and his little sister's mouth.
Never has something so below him make the young boy literally feel weak in the knees.
He had it bad.
To be continued...