One Forbidden Evening

“One Forbidden Evening”
By C.K. Blake

It’s not exactly something one plans for, but after staring in the mirror for the last hour, accepting how messed up everything is just comes like second nature. It’s not like anyone can see the truth, although it’s glares back from the mirror every morning, and while those hands didn’t leave a scar, they were enough to mark the pieces of a fragile, now broken soul.

He’s always around and it’s not like he suspects, but then again he’s Dick Casablancas, all around party boy and torturous big brother. With a sigh Cassidy looks down at the sink, avoiding his reflection’s accusing stare, telling him that he is all kinds of royally fucked up for even thinking…

He shakes his head to clear it of the truth, because he doesn’t know how he’ll survive if he faces it. It’s wrong, it’s horrible, he’s barely human for even thinking it… But to add insult to injury as he steps out of his bathroom he is faced with Dick lying on his bed perched on his elbows, a broad grin on his face.

“What are you doing in my room, jackass?” Cassidy snaps.

Dick rolls his eyes as he gets off of the bed with a fluid grace that Cassidy can’t help admiring. “I was going to drag your dorky ass out to a party and get you to live a little, but if you’re going to be a little shit about it, fuck you. You haven’t been right since you dumped that freaky computer geek. Or did she dump you?”

“You know what? Get the fuck out of my room and go party away what little brain cells you have left and if I’m lucky maybe you’ll die from alcohol poisoning before someone calls me to come get your sorry ass!” Cassidy growls.

“You seriously need to quit thinking so much and just go out and get laid. Later, bro,” Dick replies as he walks out of Cassidy’s room and slams the door behind him.

It’s nearly two and a half hours later when he gets the call. That sets a new record for Dick. Cassidy sighs as he reads Logan’s number on his cell phone, hits the button, and tells him that he’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.

Cassidy looks at the homework he has open on his desk, and for once he agrees with Dick. He has to be a major geek if he’s doing homework on a perfectly good Friday night. His gaze shifts to his bed, to the headboard with the tall bedposts, and thoughts twist and curl in his mind. He licks his lips and goes out into the garage.

He returns to his room a few minutes later with some rope, and then he pulls out a box of his mother’s stuff that he keeps under his bed, and takes out two tall pillar candles, they smell like pomegranates, her favorite, and he leaves them out on the nightstand. Depending on how drunk Dick is, he might have a little fun on a Friday for once…

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“Dude! Tell me you didn’t call him to come and get me! He’s been fucking pissy since he broke up with Ghost World, and like his mood swings are getting to me. What did I do to deserve a total chick for a little brother?” Dick whines, and Logan rolls his eyes.

“Hey man, you’re the one being a drunk asshole starting fights and shit, you’re lucky I stepped in before Casey started swinging,” Logan says with a shrug as he sees Dick lean precariously to the left.

Logan rolls his eyes and wonders how Beaver can put up with Dick’s shit all of the time. It’s like babysitting or something.

“I totally could have taken on Casey Gant, dude,” Dick slurs.

Logan rolls his eyes. “When I found you he’d already knocked you on your ass, Dick, but if you want to remain in the la la land of denial, be my guest. Yeah. Sure you could have taken him,” Logan replies dryly.

“Sometimes you’re a real bastard, Echolls,” Dick slurs and then leans heavily on Logan to remain standing.

“Reverting back to last name usage. I’m shaking in boots. Look man, there’s Beav right now, so let him get you home, sleep it off, and call me on Sunday, because I don’t want to talk to you until most of the hangover is gone, kay? Take care.”

Beaver pulls up along the curve at the entrance to the Hotel Grand, gets out of the car, and approaches them. He’s rolling his dark eyes, and fidgeting with his collar, before he takes Dick off of Logan’s hands and says, “Geez Dick, what didn’t you drink in there?”

“Fuck off,” Dick slurs, and Logan shakes his head as he watches Beaver get Dick settled in the passenger’s seat of the car.

He’s surprised at Beaver’s strength at being able to haul the dead weight of Dick into the car, especially considering Beaver’s size compared to Dick. He notices Beav run his hands through Dick’s hair before he turns the key in the ignition of the car, shifts it into gear and then pulls away. He can’t help but wonder if what he saw was for real, and then he shakes the thought away. They’re brothers, and Dick would never swing that way.

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Cassidy is sitting in his desk chair, his eyes locked on the boy tied to his bed. His head is filled with lies that he wants to fervently believe, that this boy tied to his bed secretly wants to be there, that he’s aching to be touched, that he’s not his older brother…

Still the lies aren’t working, he knows the truth, that this is wrong, and by the time he’s done with this little plan of his he’s in for the ass kicking of a lifetime if he manages to survive Dick’s wrath, or maybe he just won’t ever let Dick go. Now there’s a thought.

He brushes the sweat soaked strand of blonde hair out of the unconscious boy’s face, and sighs. He remembers dragging Dick’s heavy ass up the stairs, and Dick being too drunk to realize they were headed to Cassidy’s room and not his. He remembers helping Dick to the bathroom, watching him puke his guts out, making him brush his teeth, giving him water, and then finally Dick mercifully passing out on his bed, and it was then that he went to work.

Yes, now his prize is tied securely to his bed, his wrists bound to the bedposts, and wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. He watches as that smooth, tan chest rises and falls a little more rapidly, and then the peaceful expression on his brother’s face shifts as he starts to come around.

Once consciousness seeps into Dick’s fuzzy brain it doesn’t take him long to realize that something isn’t right. He jerks and struggles against the ropes, but Cassidy has always been good at tying knots. He looks wildly around the room, realizing that he’s in Cassidy’s room, in Cassidy’s bed, and then his gaze settles firmly on Cassidy, and his head is swimming with the hangover.

Cassidy takes some pills and a glass of water from the nightstand. He pops the pills in Dick’s mouth and holds the glass to his lips. Dick takes a sip of the water to swallow the aspirin. Maybe if he’s a bit more clearheaded he’ll realize this is all a sick dream, or he’ll figure out a way to get loose and totally kick Beaver’s ass before whatever Beaver has planned goes down.

“What the fuck, Beav?!” Dick manages, once the ringing in his ears starts to fade.

Cassidy chuckles and a shiver races up Dick’s spine, because he’s never seen Beaver like this. No, this is someone else, someone wearing his brother’s skin, taking control of the situation, looking at him like he’s something to eat. This can’t be quiet, obedient, geeky Beaver.

“So, think you’re sober enough to remember this later on? Because I don’t want to be the only one with secrets anymore. I hate keeping all of this shit to myself, living day to day, one deception after another. I’m pretty fucked up Dick, but I won’t be the only one, not anymore,” he says in a voice that sounds just like his little brother’s except there is confidence behind these words, confidence, knowledge, and darkness.

Dick swallows thickly. “Dude, what the hell are you talking about? What’s with this wack shit? You totally got me, now untie me already. Seriously, like where are the cameras and shit, because this is a joke, right?”

Cassidy moves toward the bed, sits down on the edge of it, and lets his hand run along Dick’s abs and then he walks his fingers up Dick’s ribcage, leans down, and breathes across Dick’s right nipple as he huskily says, “Do you trust me, Dick? Do you trust your little brother to get you off and make you as fucked up as he is?”

“Man, you are so fucking tweaked. Like untie me right now. I’m not playing around Beav, I mean it. Untie me right the fuck now!”

Rather than reply, Cassidy leans down and nips at Dick’s right nipple. His teeth latching on firmly, and Dick jerks up, his eyes wide. Cassidy grins, releases the tender nub and flickers his tongue across it, and Dick’s breathing has grown heavy. With one deep breath Dick roars out a yell for help.

Cassidy is straddling him, and pulls back, laughing as he looks down at Dick. “Come on, now, do you really think I would go this far with an audience? I gave all the help a weekend off, and I bought Kendall a weekend at the spa and the penthouse suite at the Beverly Hills Hilton. There is no one here to help you or hear you scream, no one but me,” Cassidy replies, and leans down, sweeping his tongue up Dick’s chest, nibbling along his throat, up along his jaw and then his mouth crushes against Dick’s, and he takes Dick’s lower lip between his teeth, demanding that his older brother give in.

When Dick gives in and opens his mouth, Cassidy pulls back, a smirk on his face. “That’s just the first step Dick.”

“You asshole!” Dick growls.

“Are you getting all excited?” Cassidy asks, and shifts so that their crotches collide, and he chuckles at Dick’s erection. “Good, because you can’t call this rape if you’re into it, right? Are you into it yet?”

Before Dick can muster enough conscious thought together past the sensation of his brother’s hard on pressed against his own, he feels the sharp edge of steel gliding along the fevered flesh of his neck, from his pulse and lower. The tip of his pocketknife, the four-inch blade with black epoxy coating on the blade that his father had given him over a year ago, is slowly circling his right nipple and then his left. His breath catches in his throat as he looks up at his brother, wondering what the hell he’s going to do next.

“Shit, Beav, a knife? What the hell do you need that for?” Dick asks and swallows thickly.

“Beav,” Cassidy mocks, and then he leans down, gets in Dick’s face. “Beav. Beaver. Do I look like a God damned beaver to you? Fuck you,” he hisses, and then he draws back and brings the blade across the palm of his left hand, and both watch mesmerized as the blood drips from the wound and falls on Dick’s chest.

Cassidy shifts down Dick’s body and his tongue laps at his blood on Dick’s chest, and Dick sucks in a sharp breath as the blood cools on his skin and then Cassidy’s hot, wet tongue licks it up. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen and felt in his life, and it’s wrong, because this is some sick shit and it so shouldn’t be turning him on.

Cassidy throws the knife and it lands in the wall, the handle quivering, and Cassidy shrugs. He can always get the wall fixed later. He brutally kisses Dick, and his eyes flutter shut as Dick’s tongue snakes into his mouth, tasting his blood and devouring him. He pulls back when he can no longer take the burning in his lungs, and he’s panting.

He struggles to regain his composure and looks back down at his brother, seeing the hunger in those blue eyes, and again he reaches for the bedside table. He lights one of the candles and the scent of pomegranates filters into the room, and he smiles deviously as Dick looks at the candle with wide eyes.

“You like things hot, don’t you Dick?” Cassidy whispers, his voice husky, and there is a fluttering in Dick’s stomach as he watches this creature wearing his brother’s skin.

“How hot we talking, Beav?” Dick asks, and then he hisses as Cassidy tilts the candle and wax drips down his chest, cooling rapidly but stinging nonetheless.

“Cassidy,” his brother says. “My name is Cassidy tonight. If you forget, you get punished.”

“You’re a little freak! Forget I ever tried to help you pop your cherry, man,” Dick says with a groan.

“I never needed help with that Dick,” Cassidy whispers. “I’ve got you to look at when I need a little release. You chase the shadows and the memories away, and I might be fucked up, but I’m not alone anymore, because you want me.”

The hand that Cassidy isn’t using to hold the candle slips behind him, and into Dick’s boxers, those fingers closing around and tightening on his hard, aching cock.

“Oh God,” Dick moans, and throws his head back as he strains against the ropes that have his wrists bound.

Cassidy returns the candle to the night stand before he slithers down Dick’s body and then he’s pulling Dick’s boxers down, the silk gliding down Dick’s pelvis, thighs, knees, and then he’s pulling them off and climbing up his brother’s body, his shoulders rolling with each catty movement, his eyes glowing with fire and want.

With a sly grin, Cassidy’s left hand, still slick with his blood wraps around Dick’s cock, and he bends down, his dark eyes locking with Dick’s blue, and as he speaks his breath blows across the tip of Dick’s cock. “You’re going to beg me for it. You will beg me to fuck you like every time you made me beg for something, and then you’re going to wonder if I will right until the moment that I surprise the hell out of you. I’m going to break you and fuck you, and you won’t ever forget me.”

“You’re a little cock tease! Damn it Beav, if you’re taking it this far just go for it all ready. Stop fucking around!” Dick growls out in frustration, because he’s horny as hell, and Cassidy’s breath is hot and doing things to his cock that have never been done before, and shit the blood and the candle, and not that he had much of a mind before, but what little bit of a mind he had is now fully blown, like the wad he wants to blow all over his brother’s face.

“Maybe I should explain the rules to you, in simple terms you can understand,” Cassidy says as he pulls back and Dick groans in frustration as he sags back against the bed and gives the ropes an experimental tug, because if he gets loose he can just tackle his little brother and fuck him into the mattress and that is a really fucked up train of thought…

“That is so like you! Fucking prick! You would over analyze, just to fuck with my head and now you’re fucking with my dick too, just dude! Pick one or the other to fuck with already!”

“Because everyone wants to just fuck with Dick,” Cassidy says in a little singsong. “Tonight I’ll fuck with any part of you I like. Your head, your cock, it’s up to me. You keep this up though and you won’t be getting much, because I can run hot or cold in a second. Now the rules. One: Don’t call me Beaver, Beav, or the Beav. Two: I do what I want to you when I want. Three: You beg, you don’t tell me what to do. You fuck up, I punish you. Are we clear?”

“Fuck you!”

“Didn’t you ever learn to play nice?” Cassidy asks with a shake of his head before he bends down and licks a path along Dick’s hip and down his thigh, and Dick is squirming, and then Dick jerks as Cassidy bites down firmly on a nice chunk of Dick’s leg and Dick’s yelling, “Ow! You little cock sucker!”

Cassidy is laughing as he leans up and looks at his brother. “You wish. If you want me to suck it, you have to say please.”

Dick rolls his eyes and figures that Cassidy has him tied up for just that reason, to suck his cock and all manners of other fucked up things, but as Cassidy flutters his lashes at him, with that damn awful smirk twisting his lips, Dick knows he’ll have to swallow his pride if he wants his cock to get some release, because the tension is taunt and threatening to overwhelm his all around good vibes at the moment.

“You seriously want me, Dick Casablancas, to beg?”

“Do you want me to suck your cock dry?” Cassidy retorts.

“Fuck!” Dick lets out with a sigh as he drops his head back.

“I know this must be hard for you,” Cassidy whispers huskily as he wraps his hand around Dick’s aching cock again. “But you can do it. In the mean time while you’re working up your nerve, it’s getting kind of hot in here. Or I might be overdressed. What do you think?”

Cassidy’s hand slips from his brother’s erection as he glides off of the bed and starts to pull off his long sleeve shirt, followed by the t-shirt underneath and Dick watches mesmerized as his little brother undresses in front if him. It’s not like he’s never seen him naked before, but this time it’s different. It’s way freaking different.

When Cassidy unzips his fly and lets his jeans pool at his feet Dick is stunned by the fact that Cassidy goes commando. Dick runs his tongue across his lips, and swallows thickly as he looks down at his brother’s hard on.

He’s struck by this desperate urge to touch that perfect skin, to run his fingers along Cassidy’s ribs to taste him, lick him, to take Cassidy’s cock in his hand, and he doesn’t care how wrong or fucked up it is, because it’ll be their secret, if only he wasn’t tied to the damn bed!

“Un-freaking-tie me all ready!” Dick growls, as he struggles against the ropes again, and Cassidy shakes his head. “That’s not begging, and I can’t let you get away before I’ve had my fun.”

“Dude! I swear when I get out of these ropes I’m going to fuck you into the mattress, the wall, the floor, whatever the hell I have you shoved against, I’ll fuck you into it!” Dick snarls, and Cassidy is taken back by the fact that Dick is actually snarling. Someone really must need some release, all that sexual tension on over drive.

“Tell me what you want, and then beg for it,” Cassidy says, and his voice is all breathy and Dick’s body shudders in reaction to it. God, even his voice can make him want things he shouldn’t.

“Suck me dry, jerk me off! Fuck I don’t care, just make me come, damn it! It’s hurts! You damn tease, just make me come so I can maybe think straight,” Dick groans, a pleading tone in his voice, but Cassidy is merciless.

He leans down, his lips brushing against Dick’s ear as he asks, “What’s the magic word, Dick?”

“Abra-freaking-cadabra, I don’t give a shit! Please, just fuck me until I come! Do anything! I don’t care!” Dick says, all his resolve and dignity shattered.

Cassidy practically tackles Dick. His mouth crashes against Dick’s and their tongues are battling for dominance as Dick struggles against the ropes, and thrusts upward so that his erection brushes against Cassidy’s causing a little friction, and he gently nips Cassidy’s tongue as the dark haired boy lets out a gasp at the contact.

Cassidy slips down Dick’s body, his tongue trailing his descent until his mouth wraps around Dick’s cock and he slowly descends, his tongue flickering against Dick’s pulsing erection. He pulls back, and then runs his tongue along the underside of Dick’s shaft until he takes him into his mouth again, his tongue swirling over the tip, and then he’s working up and down his head bobbing, and he’s pushing down on Dick’s hips to keep Dick from bucking so much, as he adds a little suction to his movement, and he chuckles, the vibrations in his throat causing Dick to tense up, and then Dick is coming. Long, hot streams of come shoot into Cassidy’s mouth.

Cassidy swallows as much as he can as Dick bucks up, his head thrown back his cries incoherent, though they sound suspiciously like, “FUCK, Beav!”

Cassidy sits up and looks down at Dick, who’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath, and he wipes a bit of Dick’s come away from the corner of is mouth and sucks on the finger, and Dick is just staring at him in awe.

“Dude, just cut me loose,” Dick pleads. “Come on man, let me finish you off.”

Dick’s expression falls in disappointment as Cassidy gets up off the bed, and he watches as Cassidy crosses the room, and then he’s pulling the knife out of the wall and returning to the bed. He runs the tip of the blade up and down the center seam of Dick’s chest, and Dick is starting to get aroused again, because the danger of this, and how wrong it all is… It’s just freaking hot.

“Swear you won’t shove me away or blow me off? You can kick my ass tomorrow, but tonight, it’s just us. Don’t fucking disappoint me Dick, because I can and will ruin you,” Cassidy warns, and his voice is sharp and edgy like the knife he traces down Dick’s bicep, elbow, and forearm.

Dick swallows thickly as he nods, feeling Cassidy’s aching hard on against his groin, and then Cassidy is cutting the ropes away from his right wrist, and then he’s shifted and cuts the ropes on his left wrist.

Dick carefully draws his arms down, they ache and he’s rubbing his wrists to get the circulation going again as he watches Cassidy methodically close the knife and place it on the nightstand next to the candles and lighter. He shakes his head with a small grin. Who would have ever thought his baby brother was such a kinky bastard?

As the feeling starts to return to his arms and hands, Dick wiggles a little beneath his brother, and then grabs his brother’s hips as he grinds up against him, because he’s already grown hard again. Cassidy whimpers a little as his eyes flutter shut and his head falls back, his stomach coiling with heat.

Dick leans up, his lips finding the fluttering pulse at the base of his brother’s throat and he sucks it. Cassidy shifts his head and meets Dick’s intense gaze and his eyes widen, because there is more than just lust in Dick’s blue eyes, there’s genuine affection, love, and he feels like he’s choking, and drowning, and free at the same time.

It doesn’t take long for Dick to maneuver them around so that he’s on top, and when his lips land on Cassidy’s the kiss isn’t vicious and demanding the way Cassidy’s kisses were. These are soft kisses, gentle, teasing, tender, and Dick works his mouth down Cassidy’s throat, along his collarbone. He licks Cassidy’s nipples and works his way down to pressing open mouthed kisses against Cassidy’s pelvis, and then his hand is wrapped around his little brother’s aching cock and he flicker’s his tongue across the weeping head.

He’s surprised that it tastes bittersweet, and he glances up, his eyes meeting the dark pools of Cassidy’s intense gaze as his mouth closes around Cassidy, and he’s floored at the tears trailing the corners of Cassidy’s eyes as his brother’s long fingers curl into the sheets, and his hips rise up as a long, low moan escapes his throat, like he’s in exquisite pain and pleasure. His head rolls back on the pillow, as his back arches and another moan escapes his mouth.

Dick’s lips descend, and he’s careful not to scrape the tender skin with his teeth. Dick tries to remember what it was that Cassidy did to him earlier. He pulls back and runs his tongue along the underside of Cassidy’s shaft, and smiles as Cassidy shudders at the sensation, and then his mouth is wrapped around Cassidy again and he’s going down, taking in as much as he can while his hands massage and fondle Cassidy’s balls, and Cassidy is whimpering, and Dick can sense the tension building in him, as he pulls back so that only the tip of Cassidy’s aching erection is in his mouth, and then Cassidy is coming, and warm, sticky, bittersweet fluid is filling Dick’s mouth, shot after shot.

Dick swallows reflexively at first, and then he’s licking his lips and actually licking Cassidy clean. Cassidy looks down at him with a raised eyebrow, and then quick as a cat, Dick is attacking him with another gentle kiss, and Cassidy can taste himself in Dick’s mouth, and then he feels Dick’s cock, aching hard against his, and he’s getting hard again, and he reaches down between them and strokes Dick a few times with his hand, before he shifts up and leans close to Dick’s ear and breathes, “I want you in me.”

A shiver races up Dick’s spine and he pulls back and stares down at Cassidy, and then Cassidy is reaching for the nightstand. He pulls open the drawer, and Dick’s eyes are wide as Cassidy pulls out a bottle of KY lubricant.

“Dude, you should have been a boy scout,” Dick whispers with a grin, and Cassidy rolls his eyes as he squeezes some of the lube on his fingers and then he’s reaching between them and Dick shifts and watches as his brother spreads his legs, but Cassidy pauses as Dick takes the lube from his hands and squeezes it on his own hand.

He reaches down and swats Cassidy’s hand out of the way and Dick slips a single finger inside of him, and Cassidy’s back arches, his fingers curling into the sheets of his bed, and Dick curls his finger, and Cassidy arches up a bit more violently, a whimper crawling from his lips as his knuckles turn white from his grip on the sheet.

“Sweet spot noted,” Dick says with a grin, and soon he’s adding a second finger, followed by a third, and Cassidy is moving against his hand, and Dick likes the expressions crossing over Cassidy’s face, as he moves his fingers within him.

After a few minutes, he squeezes more lube on his hand and coats his erection, and then with a look of encouragement from Cassidy he pushes his way inside of his little brother, and his eyes roll back as he groans. Cassidy is so tight. Tighter than Madison, Betina, or Gia ever were. Cassidy shifts beneath him and after a moment Dick starts to move within him, long steady strokes, in and out, and Cassidy rises with each thrust, and then Dick’s hand is wrapped around Cassidy, and his pace is increasing, and Cassidy is writing against him, and soon he’s coming and he swears he can see sparks and stars dancing before his eyes as he arches back, coming deep and hard inside of his little brother, and Cassidy is coming too.

Sticky warmth covers Dick’s chest and the both of them are breathing hard, gasping and moaning in the after shocks of a very heavy and monumental orgasm. Dick uses one of the blankets that some how wound up on the floor to wipe the come off his chest and then he’s wiping off Cassidy, before he lays down next to his little brother, and pulls the sheets up around their sweat soaked bodies.

Cassidy shifts his gaze cautiously in his direction and Dick is smiling at him as he says, “So, like next time I’ll pay for Kendall’s spa treatment, cause that was too hot not to do again.”

Cassidy chuckles and moves closer toward Dick, who’s wrapping his arms around the smaller boy, his hand landing possessively on his hip, and Cassidy is surprised as Dick presses his lips to his temple and then ruffles his dark hair. “Man, you’re intense, Cass. Never thought you’d have it in you, bro, but damn.”

Cassidy just smiles, his fingers tracing absently along Dick’s chest as he drifts off to sleep, and it’s the first time he’s felt content in a long time, at least since he broke up with Mac.

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“Woah, did you like see that? Shit! Someone just took a dive off the roof, and I wonder who’s car he just landed on!” Luke says, and Dick rushes over to the window to see. He leans out and suddenly his stomach plunges to his feet, because he recognizes those clothes.

He runs out of the suite, pushing people out of his way as he runs to the elevator. He punches the button several times, but it’s not moving fast enough. He finally runs to the stairs, taking them two at the time as he runs all the way down to the lobby. He’s lost count of how many times he’s almost tripped down those stairs in the last few minutes.

He has to see for himself, because it can’t possibly be real. He’s running through the crowded lobby, and he hears snatches of conversations. Something about the mayor, a plane blowing up, and the guy that just landed on an Escalade.

Dick pushes open the door and runs toward the scene. He pushes his way through the crowd, and his eyes land on the twisted metal that is wrapped around his brother’s body, wrapped around the body that he use to taunt, hit, hold, kiss, touch. His knees give way beneath him, and he’s vomiting on the pavement, the image of his brother’s bleeding, broken body, his limbs at odd angles burned into his memory.

He wonders if maybe it’s the price to be paid for one forbidden evening that they lived over and over again. If it’s the price for a shared sin. He chokes back the sobs, but the tears still slip down his face, as he slowly rises to his feet and approaches the wrecked car. He picks up his brother’s broken hand, and holds it, he closes his eyes and he remembers how that hand felt hitting him, tickling him, touching him.

He runs his hands through Cassidy’s blood soaked hair, and he knows that people are staring but he doesn’t care, because death has stolen from him the only thing he’s ever cared for beyond himself. Death has taken his brother…his lover.

And the pain is burning, raw, and deep, as he sucks it in. He’ll drown that pain later on, for now he’ll endure the price of that one forbidden evening that started it all. It’s his secret to carry now.

End.

Author Notes: This story was written in response to a challenge at the Romancing VM community on LJ at http://communities.livejournal.com/romancingvm

Check it out. The challenges are awesome.

This story was edited by my lovely sister Lissa. Thanks Lissie Poo for all that you do.