Ch. 10 His Love

Brick never once took his eyes off her. She sat there putting the whole slice in her mouth. The noise intrigued him none the less. So did the way she swallowed. He couldn't help it. His eyes couldn't help it either. Despite his obvious stare that the young girl didn't notice as she ate her apple slices. There were those few who opposed of his stare...

"Hey you little brat. Stop getting a turn on off your sister. It's fucking disgusting." Miss Goodwoman got everyone's attention except Brick's as he sighed in annoyance. "Yeah I'm talking to you little Demon."

Buttercup furrowed her brows. "Demon?"

"Yeah, that little bastard with the fucked up look in his eyes," the little girl immediately looked at Butch. "No! The one with the fucked up eyes!"

"Yeah," Buttercup glared at Butch. "He has crazy eyes."

"Well fuck you to bitch," Butch growled.

"Not him," her eyes directed themselves at Brick. Giving him such a seething look it scared the blued eyed boy. "That one. The Demon eyed bastard."

"If you'll excuse me," he got up ignoring the emeralds that stared back at him. "I have nothing left."

The little brunette stared until his back disappeared. Her eyes looked back at his seat. The seat emptied with the expectation of untouched apples.

In the mirror of his room he stared at his reflection. He frowned. His orange hair. Crimson eyes. There was no doubt that he was a bastard son. However none of that bothered him. It was the way those eyes seem to stare at him. With conflicted emotion. He sighed and descended back to his room. He stared at the ceiling. Frowning as he remembered the day the fuck'n whore came to the house. She introduced her self as a goodwoman, ironic. For she was more like an infection one couldn't get rid of.

Their sorry excuse of a mother had opened the door to her. Practically inviting her to the family. All the while she didn't take notice to the way his father's gaze seem to linger on her form. As their new sitter watched over them the first two days the young red head took notice in the facade she put on. With their idiotic mother around them she gave a sorry excuse of a smile and patted their heads as if they were the inferior ones. The second she left she excused herself the the ladies room. About an hour later she'd appear with new piece of jewelry. However he wasn't the only one who noticed...

Flashback

"Jenny, please come to my study," the boy's crimson followed the Goodwoman's form following his father into his office. Curious the young boy just happen to get a peek from his hidden spot behind his father's room. "Now I've noticed that Mrs Jojo's jewelry has gone missing. For the first few days you've been here." He raised a brow. "Need I say more?"

She swallowed. "Well maybe she's been off in lala land, I have noticed Mrs Jojo loves to enjoy herself whenever she goes out. Jack Daniels is her favorite or so I'm told."

His father;s smile didn't reach his eyes. "Let's say she does tend to lose her things from time to time," then his face went blank. "However I don't," he stuck out his hand. "The necklace."

"Sir I can-"

"Cut the bull crap," the sitter flinched at his tone, so did the boy. " I want the necklace, the one with the blue crystal," He held out his hand. "Now."

"F-fine," she reached into her chest and took out a chain with a sky blue crystal. "There. Happy? It wasn't even real."

Crimson caught sight of his father's eyes. They looked as if lost for a second. "They were real..." his hand tighten around it and shoved it back into his pocket. "Do not worry. I don't plan to report you to any local officials."

"What do you want then?" He smirked as his tongue ran over his top lip then something else shone in his eyes. Something the young boy couldn't comprehend but Miss Goodwoman seem to understand "Ah, well then... what about your wife."

"Well as it seems from what the babysitter said," his father then moved forward staring down at her with the unknown look in his eyes and squeezed her butt. "She's busy with her Jack Daniels."

The way his father lifted her legs around his waist and the unfamiliar sound of their muffled voices as they attacked each other woke the young boy from his position near the wall as he scurried away. Brick's mind was a blank as he tried to figure out the look in his father's eyes as he stared at his babysitter.

Later on that day he found out what that look mean't. He made the mistake of walking into his psychotic brother's room where he was watching animal planet. He didn't understand why but the moment he saw the lions viciously teared each other's throats apart. That didn't stop him to continue to watch, neither did his brother's hysterical laugh at the animals attacking each other, but what made the young redhead take a second glance was the way the lion was stalking his prey. The look in the lion's eye before he pounced on the gazelle made his eyes widen in realization. That was the same look in his eye as his father's lingering stare from earlier.

"This is called the animal instinct," the voice from the television said as the lion sank its fangs into the small things neck. "It's natural for the lion to stalk it's prey with it's eyes. Only to then claim it for itself."

From that day forward Brick was sure of one thing. Mommy and Daddy weren't in love. Love was a game. One between the strong and the weak. Only the strong survive. Those who are superior over the inferiors.

Flashback End

Time ticked. Brick could hear the front door open. His so called parents were home. He walked to the window overlooking the whole yard. His eyes ranked his father's car. Where he got the bitch to take her top off. She did the same to him. They attacked each other like animals. He frowned.

Fuck'n whore, he thought bitterly descending to his bed. If she hadn't opened her mouth...

What? You'd still be staring at that little bitch. Trying to figure out whatever else to shove down that fuck'n throat of hers... Brick went ridged. Please don't fuck'n tell me you still know what the fuck you want. You little fucker.

"Shut up!" Brick screamed covering his ears. "Just stop talking!"

"I didn't say anything yet," the boy snapped his head to the open door. Oh great I can't even fuck'n close a door, he wanted to growl as those taunting emeralds stared back at him. "What?"

"Did you follow me?"

"N-no!" She stammered but couldn't stop the red that covered her cheeks. "I-I just wanted to see where you went."

"Oh," his amused smirk caused her to growl. "So you decided to stalk me?"

"No! I just wanted to make sure you were okay!"

"Okay?" He gave her a skeptical look. "Why?"

"Well the lady didn't seem like sugar, spice, and everything nice. I mean... fuck dude. She's a total bitch to you..."

He moved off his bed and stood in front of her. Towering a good two inches above her small frame. "Why do you care?"

"Why? Why not? Your a person too. Well... kind of."

"Kind of?" Where the fuck is she going with this... His eyes narrowed. Why the fuck do I care?

"You're still a jerk! But..." she averted her eyes. "You're not that bad. You're not a demon." His body went still. "I mean you're freak'n smart, and you can cook, and you usually help me when I need it so-" Red creeping its way to her cheeks. "You're like freak'n perfect just the way you are-" She didn't finish her sentence as he lifted her over his shoulder. Locking the door behind him and throwing her on the bed. "What are you-"

He covered her mouth with his hand. Debating within himself. His eyes were hooded. "Listen to me," The girl was caught by surprise as a pair of ruby red stared intensely at her. "I'm going to do something... and when I do you can't tell anybody. Is that understood?"

She took this opportunity to push his hand away. "NO!"

"Buttercup..." despite the desperate plea in his voice she continued to glare. "No! And what the hell! You can't just do that to people! I don't fuck'n care what you do but I-"

Before she could finish the next thing the poor girl knew his lips were covering hers. She tried to pull away but his hand squeezed her arms to keep her in place. She kept hitting him until she decided to bite his lip.

"What the fuck!" He let go and touched his lip. Staring at the red liquid. "You bit me."

"W-well you wouldn't stop..." She hesitated. "Y-you know!"

"I don't. Elaborate."

Her cheeks inflamed. "Y-you know! I couldn't freak'n breathe!"

"We have noses."

"So!" she got off the bed. "I'm leaving."

"Where?"

"Somewhere not here!"

"You have to fix this."

"Eh?"

"My lip. You bit it."

"I don't know how!"

"Disinfect it."

She gave him a blank stare until it hit her. "Oh like what you did to my cheek!"

"Yes," he stated. "Like your cheek."

"Okay," she leaned forward and hesitated as his eyes bore a hole in her. "Um... can you look away it's kinda weird with you staring at me."

"Fine," he closed his eyes. "There."

He waited. Until he could feel her hot breath on his lips. He felt himself starting to lose it when her wet muscle flicked over his bottom lip. He took a shaky breath. Her tongue flicked up and down. He couldn't stand it. He opened his eyes and forcefully grabbed her by the hair and smashed their lips together once more. He couldn't think straight. He didn't even acknowledge the muffled sounds of her protests. He was in heat for such a young age.

He pulled away and gazed down at her. Her lips were swollen, her hair was fucked up, and her cheeks were flushed. All he could do was breath out one sentence. "Breath through your nose."

He attacked her lips once more. This time though she didn't try to push him away. Her small hands stopped pushing him and instead fell on his hair. She pulled on it. Causing him to tear their lips apart. He growled and she glared at him.

"Bitch," he spat out as he attempted to catch his own breath.

"Asshole."

"Ugly."

"Jerk!"

"Oh I'm a jerk?" He frowned and this time pulled her hair back. "At least I didn't pull your hair like this."

"Whatever," she put on a pout. "It's not like you wouldn't have."

"How do you know?"

"You literally just attacked me!" The way her face heated up did not go unnoticed by the redhead. "A-and! You didn't even say sorry!"

"You want me to apologize for... attacking you?" He smirked. "I'll only apologize if you really didn't like it."

"I did not!" If looks could kill this would be one. "You just wouldn't let go."

He leaned closer. "So if I did it again. You most certainly would not want me to... attack you."

"Yeah- wait!" It was too late. He placed his mouth on hers one more to savor the bittersweet taste of her. "Mmph!"

Her small hands pushed him away. With no luck. He continued tasting her saliva. Then she did something he wasn't ready for. The boy felt a hand go near his private area. His body went stiff. What is she... Omph! The redhead grabbed his junk and fell off the bed. That fuck'n bitch!

She ran to the door frame and stuck her tongue out. "I told you!"

"I know," he heard the door shut and blankly stared up at the ceiling. "At least I think I do."

So this is my only update for now I have tests I have to study for right now but otherwise I'm going to try to post more updates! I swear next chapter it will lead up to them being older so all the things they do will be okay for their age group.