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Zane stumbled his way to his front door. Slowly opening it and closing it softly behind him, trying not to make too much noise.
He nearly jumped 5 feet in the air when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. He turned around to face them just as the lights came on.
Zane squinted at the abrupt brightness and he was able to make out a blue and yellow blur.
“Where have you been?” A familiar voice asked in an annoyed tone. Zane’s eyes adjusted to see the blond-haired male the voice belonged to; Garroth. Standing at the top of the stairs with his arms crossed, wearing an annoyed expression.
“Nowhere,” Zane answered shortly, as he took off his jacket and threw it on the couch. He hoped that the less he spoke, the less drunk he would seem.
It didn’t work.
“Bullshit! Do you have any idea what time it is!?” Garroth yelled, stomping his way down the stairs to meet his brother at the bottom.
“No, and I don’t care. I was just out with some friends.” Zane said, crossing his arms and swaying slightly. He didn’t particularly feel like listening to his brother lecture him about his bad behavior.
Garroth looked like he was about to yell something else but stopped himself and sighed heavily. “You can’t keep doing this, Zane. You keep sneaking out and coming back at ungodly hours, either drunk or high or fucked on all sorts of shit... I’m worried about you.”
Zane looked at him coldly, “I don’t need a goddamn babysitter, Garroth. I’m 17. I can make my own decisions.” He spat, brushing past Garroth and making his way up the stairs.
“Hey, don’t you dare ignore me! Just because Mom and Dad are on a business trip does not mean that you can just do whatever you want!” Garroth yelled, grabbing Zane’s wrist.
Zane glared at him for a second before getting an idea, his face shifting to a mischievous expression, “What are you gonna do about it?”
Garroth knew what that meant. It wasn’t a question; it was a dare. Even through his mask, he could tell Zane was smirking. Taunting him. Just how far was he willing to go to make his little brother listen to him?
Garroth’s eyes glazed over with a dark haze. He grabbed both of Zane’s wrists and pinned him to the wall.
“Need I remind you who’s in charge here? I am the leader of this house.” Garroth growled in a dark, lustful voice. His eyes boring holes into Zane’s, becoming more and more agitated while Zane’s sly, confident expression remained unaffected.
Zane smirked, “oh yeah?” He said, leaning down next to Garroth’s ear.
“Prove it.”
Within seconds Garroth was dragging Zane up the stairs and into Garroth’s bedroom. He slammed the door behind him and threw Zane on the bed before climbing on top of him.
He quickly ripped Zane’s mask off and kissed him roughly. Zane tasted like vodka and cigarettes, but Garroth had grown accustomed to the taste. The two warred for dominance, but Garroth eventually won and freely explored every crevasse of Zane’s mouth.
After a while, they broke the kiss to come up for air. Garroth stared at Zane; he was still wearing that cocky intoxicated smile. But that only spurred Garroth on more.
Garroth quickly started kissing and biting down on Zane’s jawline, leaving hickeys. He hastily took off Zane’s shirt and started to nip at his neck, earning no noise in response. So he made his way to the spot he knew drove Zane crazy and started abusing it. Kissing, sucking, and biting the pale sensitive skin, making Zane bite his lip to keep the moans and whimpers from escaping.
“Is that all you got?” Zane slurred, breathing a bit heavily.
Garroth only growled in response. Moving down to Zane’s chest, where he was particularly sensitive and started playing with Zane’s nipples. Twirling his tongue around one and sucking on the pink bud while pinching and rubbing the other between his fingers.
Zane’s hands balled into fists as some soft small whimpers managed to fall past his lips. But it wasn’t nearly enough, not yet.
Garroth bit down on the sensitive flesh and pulled with his teeth. Earning a loud moan from his brother.
“Goddamn bastard.” Zane spat, his hands gripping the bed sheets.
“Says the bitch who’s letting his brother make a mess of him.” Garroth retaliated, twisting Zane’s other nipple, making him gasp and moan. Uncontrollably bucking his hips up to get friction to his painfully throbbing cock.
Garroth sat up and looked down at his brother. His mask was long gone revealing a hot blush from either the pleasure or his intoxication, probably both. His expression had changed from cocky to annoyed, yet his eyes held an unmistakable want in them. And Garroth was going to make sure Zane got everything he deserved.
Garroth got off of Zane and walked over to his closet. He moved some shirts and piles of laundry to find a black box hidden in the back of the closet from the various other nights they spent like this.
See, it was sometime during his Junior year that Garroth realized that sex was a good motivator for Zane. Garroth and Zane had spent the entire night fighting. Eventually leading to Garroth shoving Zane against a wall and kissing him just to get him to shut up. Then it only escalated from there. And over time Garroth realized the only way Zane would listen to him was if Zane was dominated. And Garroth was more than happy to make him behave.
He grabbed the black box and walked out of the closet to see Zane with closed eyes palming himself through his jeans. Moaning and whimpering softly as he touched himself.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Zane’s eyes immediately opened and looked over towards Garroth.
“Well you’re obviously incapable of getting me off, so I thought I’d do it myself,” Zane responded with a small smirk, though his facade was starting to falter as beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.
Garroth grabbed Zane’s hand, making Zane huff in protest, and opened the box, taking out a silk ribbon and tying Zane’s hands above his head.
“Such a fucking slut.” Garroth mumbled while checking to make sure he had tied the ribbons tight enough. And though Zane would never admit it, the way Garroth spoke to him made his dick twitch a bit inside his pants.
Garroth undid the button of Zane's jeans and pulled down the zipper before stripping them off and tossing them onto the bedroom floor. He then slowly took off Zane’s boxers, grinning at how it made the younger squirm as he tried to get more friction.
Garroth grabbed Zane’s legs and forced them apart, taking two other ribbons out of the box and tying his feet to the bedposts. He then grabbed lube and a small silver ring from out of the black box.
As soon as Zane saw that ring, he knew he was in for a long night.
Garroth slid the ring over Zane’s dick making sure it rested tightly at the base while Zane let out a small string of curses. Garroth then grabbed the bottle of lube and popped the cap open, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers before shutting it.
Without warning, Garroth inserted two fingers into Zane’s entrance making the younger moan loudly and ball his hands into fists.
“G-Garroth! Hurts!” Zane managed to get out as he squeezed his eyes shut in pain.
“Shh, I know you can handle it. Besides, we both know you’re a masochist.” Garroth replied with a smirk as he started moving his fingers in a scissoring motion, making Zane let out small moans and gasps as Garroth stretched out his walls.
He added a third finger, prodding at Zane’s walls to find that special spot that would make him see stars. He knew he had found it when Zane let out a loud moan and arched his back slightly.
Garroth smiled, this was gonna be fun.
He pulled his fingers out, earning a muffled whine from Zane, and grabbed a dildo out of the box. Garroth lubed it up and pressed it at Zane’s entrance before slowly sliding it in, causing Zane to groan as he adjusted to the size.
Once it was fully inside, he looked over at Zane, who at this point was already a bit of a mess. But it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to see Zane’s composure crumble completely under his touch. He wanted to see him shake from the pleasure. He wanted his stubborn arrogant brother to beg him for more as he fucked him in various ways relentlessly.
“Have fun~” he whispered next to Zane’s ear while he switched on the dildo making it start to vibrate violently. Zane let out a high-pitched noise that sounded more like a scream than a moan.
Garroth got up from the bed and began to walk out of the bedroom. “W-where are you- ah!- going?” Zane asked with a mixture of confusion, anger, and desperation in his voice.
“Downstairs. I spent all night waiting for you so I’m exhausted. I’ll come check on you at…” he looked over at the clock on his bedroom wall; 3:27 AM.
“6 o’clock.” He said, and switched off the light of his bedroom, closing the door behind him. He went downstairs, promptly ignoring the yelling of his brother damning him to hell.
He grabbed his earbuds off of the living room table and started listening to some music to drown out Zane’s moans. He also quickly set a timer for 6 AM before drifting off to sleep.
✨ Timeskip ✨
Garroth awoke to the sound of wind chimes, he opened his eyes to see that his phone alarm was going off. He turned it off and sat up, feeling better after getting a couple hours of sleep. He took out his earbuds and listened. Nothing.
This made Garroth a bit worried since Zane was usually very vocal when he wasn’t being stubborn; Which is why Garroth sometimes had to gag him to not alert Vylad when he was home (luckily he was studying abroad in Germany).
He made his way upstairs and to his bedroom where he started to hear small sounds coming from it. He opened the door and turned on the light to see Zane still tied up on the bed. And Irene… he looked wrecked.
Every ounce of his body was doused in sweat. His face was flush and he was very clearly crying. His legs were shaking and his breath came out in uneven pants. And his cock was red and angry-looking. He hadn’t come. 2 and a half hours and he hadn’t come once.
He looked at Garroth with a face full of need and absolute despair, “please…” was all he was able to utter. His voice was raw and it sounded as if he had been screaming for hours (which to be fair, he probably had).
The sight and sound of his brother in this state made Garroth instantly hard. He went over to the bed and switched the vibrator off, slowly pulling it out of Zane, making him let out a soft sob.
Garroth then unzipped his pants and pulled them and his boxers off along with his shirt. Once he was fully naked, he grabbed the bottle of lube and lubed himself up before lining himself with Zane’s entrance.
He slowly slid in, gently rubbing and kissing Zane’s thighs which only seemed to make Zane cry more. He bottomed out and then slowly slid back before thrusting back in suddenly, making Zane shake slightly.
He developed a fast and stable rhythm as he fucked Zane, the younger only releasing moans and sobs from how good it felt. His body turning to mush as Garroth fucked him. Garroth changed the angle of his hips which made Zane cry out more, and Garroth knew he had reached Zane’s prostate.
Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through Zane that felt like a 9-volt battery was shocking him every second. His nerves were on fire, everything felt like too much. After the hours of stimulation, he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to come.
“C-close!” Zane cried in a high voice that Garroth had never heard out of the younger before.
“Beg,” Garroth demanded, and Zane didn’t have it in him to even contemplate arguing.
“Please, Garroth! Fuck- I’ll do anything! I’ll be good I promise, just, please! Please let me come!” Zane sobbed, nails digging into his palms hard enough to break the skin, as he felt the familiar sensation of what felt like lava start to pool in his stomach.
“Good boy.” Garroth praised as he neared his climax, thrusting into him one more time, coming inside, and taking off the cockring.
Zane twitched and spasmed as he climaxed, back arching, eyes rolling into the back of his head, shooting cum all over his chest before passing out from exhaustion.
Zane woke up in his room, the soft covers of his blankets laid over him. He looked over at the clock; 10:31 AM. Shit.
“Don’t worry, I already called the school. Told them you had come down with a cold and we wouldn’t be able to make it today.”
Zane looked over to see Garroth standing in the doorway with a mug and a warm smile.
“Well, if it isn’t the bastard himself,” Zane remarked, but immediately regretted it after remembering how raw his vocal cords were.
“Hey, it’s your fault for challenging me.” Garroth retorted half-heartedly, walking over and handing him a mug of what Zane assumed to be some sort of tea.
Zane rolled his eyes and took a sip of the drink. And as he expected, it tasted like shit, but he drank it anyway if for no other reason than he was dehydrated.
Garroth sat on the edge of the bed and they stayed like that in awkward silence, neither one really knowing what to say or how they wanted to say it.
Finally, Garroth broke the silence, looking at Zane and resting a hand on his cheek, “I care about you, you know that right?” He asked, looking at Zane with genuine concern in his eyes.
Zane sorta shrugged and looked down into his tea, “yeah, I guess. I suppose you wouldn’t be doing all this if you didn’t. But we sure have a weird way of showing it to each other.”
Garroth chuckled, “I guess we do.”