Nothing Else Matters

Yeah...I was origianlly trying to do a Charlie centered fic based on the song Bouncing Off the Walls...I have no idea where this come from.

I don't own Charlie, Liam, or Jack, but if they'd like to come over to my house to play...

Warning: rape and incest...not for the little kiddies!

Charlie sighed and pressed closer to Jack. This had to be bliss. Feeling completely content and loved. Before the island he never dreamed he could be cared about by so many people. It was obvious he’d won a lot of friends after the crash with his outgoing personality, but it hadn’t until been after the drugs ran out that he realized how much Jack really loved him. He doubted that even Claire, as sweet as she was, would have put up with his constant weakness. Jack had been there though, helping him through everything. He’d never felt so loved before, probably because until now there had been no one to love him. He rested his head on Jack’s chest. The other was already asleep, exhausted from a combination of keeping everything at the hatch in line and great sex with Charlie. The younger man wasn’t quite ready to sleep yet, however, and not wanting to get up and risk waking his lover he began to think back to what life had been like not so long ago.

~*~*~*~

Charlie was giddy. He always felt this was right after a show. It was a better high than he could get any other way. Tonight Driveshaft had played for a packed house. A combination of the lights, music, and screaming fans always did it for him. He went strait from the stage to the back door, a girl on each arm, fully planning to get both drunk and laid that night. Being a rock star had more than a few perks. Suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see his brother Liam.
“Come on Charlie, we need to talk.” He said. He sounded serious, so Charlie thought it was best to do as he asked.
“Sorry girls, something’s come up. I’ll be with you in a few minutes.” The two young ladies he’d previously been escorting to the nearest bar looked disappointed, but as he turned he heard them giggling, obviously giddy to have even almost bedded someone famous. Liam led him back to his dressing room. As soon as the door closed the older brother flopped down on the sofa.
“Great show, eh baby brother?” Charlie nodded.
“Was there something you wanted to talk to me about?” he asked, anxious to get back to his life (and his women).
“As a matter of fact, there was.” Liam purred. He seemed a bit odd, like he was trying to seduce his own brother. Charlie knew he was high, but that was nothing new.
“So…what’s up?” Charlie edged back towards the door. He was starting to get a bad feeling. The older advanced on him, and before Charlie knew what was happening his brother’s lips were pressed to his own. Liam’s kiss was rough and needy. Charlie tried to push him back, but Liam had a tight grip on his shoulders. When the other had to pull away to breathe Charlie slapped him.
“What the fuck, man?!” he tried to wiggle free of his brother’s grasp, but it was no use.
“Don’t try to fight it” Liam whispered. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small silver box. When he opened it Charlie saw a few small white pills inside. The older man picked one of them up and forced it into Charlie’s mouth, stroking his throat until he swallowed it. The he let him go. Charlie stumbled back.
“What are you trying to do?!” he demanded
“I thought that was obvious. I want you, baby brother, and I intend to get what I want.”
“And you think I’ll just let you take advantage of me?”
“Not much choice now, I’m afraid.” He took a cigarette from the pack on the table and lit it. Instead of smoking he twirled it in his fingers lazily.
“I’m not going to take this!” Charlie spat. He turned to leave, but suddenly his legs wouldn’t support him anymore. He fell. He’d never felt so weak before. It was like he couldn’t make his body move no matter how hard he tried.
“Now you see how I’m going to take you?” Liam was standing over him.
“You know you want it anyway.” He began to undress himself, letting each article of clothing fall carelessly to the floor, until finally he was naked. Then he laid down on top of Charlie and started to rub his hard length against the fabric of his brother’s jeans.
“Good, isn’t it?” he panted
“You’re sick!”
“But you like it.”
Charlie couldn’t deny the way his body was reacting to the other’s movements. His pants were quickly becoming uncomfortably tight. A second later they were off and Liam’s naked cock was pressed against his own.
“I do love seeing you like this” Liam whispered. “Finally at my mercy. I’ve wanted to fuck you since we were kids, but no, you always did have to be the good boy.”
He moved slowly and teasingly against the other, earning a quite whimper. Charlie’s head was swimming. Whatever Liam had given him had worked perfectly. The younger could hardly comprehend what was happening to him, much less fight it. All he knew was that what his brother was doing felt good. Then he was lying on his stomach. Liam didn’t bother to prepare him at all, just pressed into him. Charlie screamed. It didn’t feel good anymore. Pain tore through him as his brother began to move.
“Fuck yes!” the older growled “I want you to scream. I want to know you feel what I’m doing to you!”
Charlie pressed his eyes closed against the tears that threatened to fall. The pain had cleared his head a bit, just enough for him to realize what was going on. His own brother, the one person he thought he could trust, was raping him.
“Stop…” he said weakly “you said we’d quit when I asked…”
“That was music, dear brother, this is sex. Two totally different things.”
He took Charlie’s cock in his hand and began to stroke until the younger man was fully hard. Every part of Charlie screamed that this was wrong, and yet he was still reacting. Liam began to thrust harder into him. The younger bit back mixed cries of pain and pleasure as he moved to meet his brother’s thrusts, driving him in deeper.
“You do like it!” Liam sneered at him. “And you say I’m sick! Just come for me, little slut, you know that’s what you want! But remember, you need me to satisfy you.”
Charlie couldn’t help but obey the other. He spilled himself in his brother’s hand a few seconds later. He was never sure how much longer it took for Liam to come. The next thing he knew he was looking up at him as the other got dressed. Liam looked like nothing had happened. He threw a towel at Charlie.
“Get cleaned up, and don’t tell anyone.” He took out a film can and set it on the table.
“Try that. And remember who you come to if you want more. Nothing is for free.”

~*~*~*~

The next few years of Charlie’s life were a blur of drugs and sex, both with Liam and whoever else offered. Eventually he learned where he could get drugs on his own, but he still let his brother do what he wanted to him. It was wrong but somehow he felt it was what he deserved. He lost count of how many things he tired, sometimes waking up and not remembering where he was, other times waking up in the hospital after an overdose. No one outside the band ever caught on that anything was wrong.

It wasn’t until the island that he woke up for good, and found himself in Jack’s arms. He didn’t know how much of his story he’d told his lover when he was too sick to know what he was doing, but Jack loved him anyway. That was all that mattered.