A Brother's Love (Djin and Sigma Octantis)
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				Title: <strong>A Brother's Love (Djin and Sigma Octantis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>djin</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 19:46:34</strong>
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				"How long have you had these thoughts, Dominic?"<br><br>A pause. The hiss of not-quite-silence as the reels of the cassette tape recorded dead air.<br><br>"Dominic?"<br><br>"Long as I can remember."<br><br>"I see."&nbsp; The scratch of pencil against paper, and the rustle of someone shifting in a chair.<br><br>"And you began involving your bother in these fantasies when you were..."&nbsp; The overly smooth and practiced sympathetic tones of the interviewer hung that last word on the air, waiting for the boy he questioned to take it up and fold it in to a complete statement.<br><br>"I don't want to talk about him."&nbsp; For the first time emotion leaked in to the monotones that had comprised the youth's voice since the dreary, perfunctory session had begun.&nbsp; For half an hour the counselor had walked the troubled youth through the basics.. his name, his school, his hobbies, his family.&nbsp; Now they were getting to the meat of it all.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Well, it is imperative that we do just that, Dominic.&nbsp; Discussing his involvement in all this will be very important to your recovery."&nbsp; Silence followed, several seconds of the tape rolling, forever commemorating the uncomfortable atmosphere of the room.<br><br>"How did it begin, Dominic?&nbsp; Did you talk to him about things you imagined?&nbsp; You wanted someone who would understand what you were going through.&nbsp; Who better than your brother, your twin?"<br><br>"I don't <em>want</em> to <em>talk</em> about <em>him</em>."<br><br>"Now, Dominic.. there's no need to get upset. This is a safe place to-"<br><br>"Fuck you, old man.&nbsp; Just shut up. Stop asking about him. I DON'T want to TALK about-"<br><br>"Dominic, really. You'll have to calm down now."&nbsp; But the attempt at sternness did little against the boy's suddenly raging temper.<br><br>"Shut up!&nbsp; You shut the fuck up about him!&nbsp; You fucking pussy!&nbsp; You-"&nbsp; He continued shouting, screaming, above the sound of a heavy door being banged open that rang through the room like a gunshot, and above the sounds of scuffling footsteps that filled the echoy room. <br><br>"Get your fucking hands of me! You fucks! Let me out of here! Let me go home!"&nbsp; His voice dwindled, dragged away, the hallway filled with his voice and eventually making it hollow and small.&nbsp; Soon enough the interviewer sighed, and a metal chair rattled as he rose.<br><br>"Dr. Phillip Monroe, terminating session one with patient Dominic Gallo, age thirteen.&nbsp; St. Vincent's Reformatory, Littlefield, Connecticut.&nbsp; November one, two thousand four."<br><br>The recorder clicked off, and the face of the middle aged man, his hair and eyebrows dusted with too much gray for his age, settled his dark, intelligent gaze on the boy across of him.&nbsp; There was a moment that neither of them spoke, respecting the expected moment of taking-all-that-in-to-consideration. <br><br>The surroundings had improved over the past four years.&nbsp; No longer were they required to meet in a green-walled room with the table bolted to the floor.&nbsp; And the patient hadn't needed to be shackled to that table for a long time.&nbsp; They met in the plush office the psychologist kept on the upper level of St. Vincent's, where the executive offices were.<br><br>"Almost four nears now since our first meeting, Dominic."&nbsp; Dr. Monroe tipped his head toward the cassette player on the low table between them and formed his thin lips in to a smile. He was genuinely pleased with the progress Dominic had made.&nbsp; His was an interesting case study.&nbsp; Though the doctor would never admit to how many hours of his own off-the-clock time he'd spent listening to the tapes he'd made. Especially the sessions where he'd managed to draw out of the boy stories of the several instances of incest he'd visited upon his twin. He would also never admit to the private, seedy things he'd done to himself while listening to them.<br><br>"Yeah.."&nbsp; The dark head of the boy nodded, before he combed a hand back through his hair.&nbsp; For several years they'd kept his locks tamed with the institutionally standard close-cropped cut, yet he still hadn't lost the habit of combing back chin-length strands that were no longer there.&nbsp; "Been a real blast, Doc."&nbsp; His voice was low, a little dim. That was the tone they expected to hear; dejected, defeated, somber.&nbsp; Around here a chemically induced haze was preferable to to any evidence of a personality.<br><br>"I know it hasn't been easy, but you've made excellent progress."&nbsp; The doctor waited a few moments, hands folded neatly atop his lap, on which sat Dominic's thick file.&nbsp; "I would like to have you talk me through it again, now that we are approaching the anniversary.&nbsp; &nbsp;You're up for review in a few weeks, and that would be a poor time for you to experience any.. residual angst.&nbsp; They will ask you many questions about the events that brought you here, Dominic, and I want to make sure you are prepared for them."<br><br>Dominic's stormy blue eyes had shifted to the nearby window, overlooking the rolling green lawns of the St. Vincent's campus.&nbsp; There were no carefree students strolling over those neatly maintained grounds, and the sight of the high brick wall, crowned by miles of razor wire, far in the distance obliterated any suggestion that this place was only a school.&nbsp; Past the wall was the asphalt strip strip of the little-used county route, and beyond it a deep and thick expanse of woods, full of towering spire-like pines and wide stands of oak and maple mantled in leaves blazing with fall colors. <br><br>The sky above was deep cerulean clotted with darkening clouds, promising rain by nightfall.&nbsp; Afternoon light slanted through the brooding sky, painting a deceptive golden patina upon the gothic-style brick building, several wings of which Dominic could see from this high vantage point.&nbsp; Who would've thought that there was enough troubled youth in New England to keep such an immense place as this in business.<br><br>He felt the doctor waiting, and cleared his throat, drew in a sigh of air redolent with leather upholstery yet nonetheless gave a little clarity to his muddied mind, and began to talk. <br><br>****<br><br>The idyllic neighborhood slept beneath the downpour, houses and cars glistening and darkling as gray water sluiced through the gutters and swept away what meager litter had marred the impeccably maintained lawns and sidewalks.&nbsp; That was the way they dealt with debris here; swept them away. Pooled them together in sewers to be flushed through the pipes of efficient and barbaric places.&nbsp; <br><br>In front of one of those immaculately clean New England palaces, a piece of refuse stood against the surging waters that sloshed determinedly over his feet.&nbsp; But he wouldn't be washed away.&nbsp; Not this time.&nbsp; He watched the house before him, safely concealed in the deep shadow of an old, sprawling maple, water coursing over the features of his face as he stared up at the dark second story window. Second from the right side of the house.&nbsp; <br><br>Much had changed here; the color of the house, the type of cars he'd spied in the garage, little details of the landscaping.&nbsp; But Angelo's curtains were the same.&nbsp; That boring pansy-ass plaid that their mother had picked out for him.&nbsp; <br><br>He was sure they'd gotten the call tonight, and was sort of surprised that they hadn't posted a rent-a-cop in front of the house.&nbsp; But that might've made the neighbor's suspicious, wouldn't it?&nbsp; Anyway, he'd been here long before anyone could have arrived; even before the call could have come.&nbsp; He'd been gone hours before St. Vincent's even knew he was missing.&nbsp; After four years of watching and planning and playing the part of the troubled yet healing juvenile, Dominic hadn't really been sure it would all work out.&nbsp; Actually.. if he was honest, he'd been concentrating on this moment for three years.&nbsp; That first year had been a blur of anger and fights and pills.&nbsp; That had been a bad year.&nbsp; Then the plotting began, and the performance. And, eventually, escape.<br><br>He stepped beyond the wash of coursing rainwater, returning to the small accessway that ran between the side fence and garage. There was a small shed tucked in here, though 'shed' was a loose term as the place was bigger than any room he'd ever had at St. V's.&nbsp; Settling down on a pile of folded tarps used when the house had been painted, he'd hidden himself until well after dark, knowing the Gallos would be sleeping their chemical- or alcohol-induced sleep. He needn't attempt to move silently; the roar of the persistent rain masked any sounds he made.<br><br>There was a small staff suite on the lower floor, toward the back of the house, but Papa Gallo had never allowed the staff to remain overnight.&nbsp; Too afraid they'd steal or, more likely, see things they shouldn't see and whisper about it to the other neighborhood maids.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was an alarm system, of course, but Dominic was not disappointed in his assumption that the Gallos were far too preoccupied with the daily drama taking place within the walls to worry about arming their home against outside intrusion.&nbsp; Even on a night like this, when their dreams were surely troubled by imaginings of what their wayward son must be up to.<br><br>He'd learned several useful things from his fellow prisoners at St. V's, and after a bit of finessing the window of the small servant's bedroom allowed him entry.&nbsp; They used the space for storage, and he maneuvered his way carefully through the stacks of boxes to get to the bathroom.&nbsp; He was chilled, soaked and muddy, and didn't want to be in such a state when he was finally reunited with Angelo.&nbsp; Shucking the drenched clothes, he bunched them in to the trash then cranked up the hot water on the shower and climbed in.&nbsp; He luxuriated several minutes longer than necessary.&nbsp; It had been four years since he'd used a shower without a guard keeping watch and other boys hanging around, and here wasn't hassled by a three-minute time limit. <br><br>Though the bathroom was infrequently used, there were fresh towels, and he took a long look at himself in the mirror as he dried off.&nbsp; He grinned at the blue eyes that met him, knowing he'd soon be looking in to eyes so similar. The eyes, like his but not <em>quite</em> the same, that he'd been dreaming of.&nbsp; He admired the darkness of his own skin, tanned by his hours spent outside working on the grounds. His muscles had benefited from the labor, as well.&nbsp; That's what you got for good behavior at St. V's, the opportunity, the 'privilege', to work your ass off.<br><br>He hung the towel as it had been, knowing it would dry long before someone noticed it had been used, then gathered up the trash bag full of sodden clothes and deposited them beneath the window he'd come in through, after using the shirt to mop up most evidence of the muddy footprints he'd left.&nbsp; He planned many more visits like this, and provided he was able to keep his beloved brother from screaming his head off again, his parents would never know about them. Not until he was ready.<br><br>Moving around inside called for more stealth, and he prowled naked and silent through the familiar-yet-unfamiliar terrain.&nbsp; His presence remained undetected as he stalked across the second story landing, and found himself outside Angelo's door.&nbsp; It was open a crack; a little-boy habit not yet ditched in favor of privacy, and Dominic eased it open and moved inside, pushing it quietly and completely closed behind him.<br><br>Shadows of the room were deep, only dim pale yellow light falling in through the rain-streaked window from a distant street lamp.&nbsp; He approached the bed, a feeling of pleasant inebriation immediately washing over him as he heard the sound of Angelo's breathing, his heart pounding harder and faster with each step, eyes locked upon the slumbering figure cloaked both in blanket and shadow.&nbsp; Near enough to smell his familiar scent, close enough to see the darkened contours of his face.<br><br>"Angelo.."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Brother's Love (Djin and Sigma Octantis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 22:20:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Angelo, you know what to do if he shows up, right? You know to call for us, you know Papa will stop him, right?”<br><br>Mother, frantic and small voiced as always. It wasn’t like Angelo had any reason to fret. He hadn’t seen Dominic in years, much less talked to him. That would be counter-productive, they said. So Angelo didn’t have any reason to worry—after almost four years, it seemed unlikely that Dominic would appear out of thin air like some ghoul of the night.<br><br>“Yes, I do, Mother,” he repeated, masking the dryness of his response with a smile—“if he shows up, that is.”<br><br>Mother shot an awkward look at Papa. She did that a lot, these days. She did that whenever the anniversary approached, like Dominic was magic and could just phase out of the walls on that one night. But Papa, Papa never fretted. But that was why the look he returned to her was a little unnerving.<br><br>“Why the paranoia, Papa?”<br><br>“Finish your dinner.”<br><br>“Yes, Papa.”<br><br>-+-+-+-<br><br>After dinner, Angelo curled up with a book—and, finding himself restless, decided to shower. Maybe he could just wash away the unease of the day. He knew it was just the two worrying for no reason. They always did that. It was silly.<br><br>As foolish as it was, though, a good deal of it stuck with the boy as he drew a shower. He made it warm—warm enough for the steam to cloud the mirrors before he could even step in. And when he was in, the heat didn’t feel like enough. But the shower wouldn’t go any higher, the water any warmer—and so the boy had to settle for scrubbing himself down. All the soap and rubbing in the world couldn’t fix the unease, though.<br><br>But at least it took his mind off of it.<br><br>And when the boy was nice and clean and the water ran cold, he wasn’t even thinking about it anymore. It was unimportant, normal paranoia.<br><br>Dominic was locked away, and it was going to stay that way.<br><br>-+-+-+-<br><br>That night, Angelo felt fine. He was completely unaware of the hidden guest, and so sleep came fairly quickly to the boy.<br><br>He wasn’t sure if he dreamt, or maybe the voice woke him before he had a chance to, but when the boy’s eyes opened, he didn’t feel tired in the slightest. There was a slight tightening in his throat, so when he spoke, his words were hushed. He might have been panicking, otherwise.<br><br>“Dominic?” he muttered, “Dominic, you’re at St. Vincent's.”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Brother's Love (Djin and Sigma Octantis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>djin</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 22:55:03</strong>
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				"Just a dream, little brother."&nbsp; Dominic had always enjoyed making a point of their six-minute age difference, and the role of older sibling had seemed to come to him naturally.&nbsp; Always the more dominant, the more confident.&nbsp; <br><br>He had closed the distance to the bed, moving to his knees on the edge of it.&nbsp; A hand came to rest on the sleepy boy's chest, his own form tense and ready to spring if Angelo started to raise a fuss.&nbsp; <br><br>"You <em>do</em> dream of me, don't you?"&nbsp; He was glad the trembling he felt inside did not convey through his hands or his voice.&nbsp; The object of his obsessive compulsion now here in front of him, at his whim, warm and solid and real.&nbsp; No more clinging to pillows and imagining the bony angles of his brother's body clutched to his. <br><br>One hand remained upon the boy's chest, ready to pin him down or clamp over his mouth, but the other was moving.&nbsp; Gathering the flannel blanket and sheet beneath, slowly pulling it aside to get at the warm body beneath. 
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				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 23:13:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Angelo stared up at the other, unsure of the proper response. Should he smile, or frown, or call for help, or… The boy settled for laying still. A dream, sure, he could go for that, because it would be impossible for the other to escape…<br><br>When the other put a hand on his chest, though, the boy drew in a deep breath and muttered the only response he could muster. “You’re not a dream, Dominic. You look different in my dreams. You’re bigger then you used to be.”<br><br>He wasn’t muscular like that when he left. He was taller, and he’d lost most of the boyish roundness to his face. Dominic had grown bigger, muscular, but he was still just as frightening. He supposed that when the other would have gotten out, he'd look a lot different, but it was frightening to look at. His older brother wasn't really a kid anymore.<br><br>Clearing his throat, Angelo mustered up the courage to speak once more. “Dominic, I wrote you letters after awhile. They never let me send them.”</span>
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				Post by: <strong>djin</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 02:44:56</strong>
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				His dark brows rose aloft and he glanced down at his own nude form, grinning a little at the obvious effect being reunited with his brother had on him.&nbsp; Yes, he was indeed bigger.&nbsp; <br><br>"Nice of you to notice, bro."&nbsp; The grin lingered, and that dark gleam that haunted Angelo's nightmares flared in Dominic's slate blue eyes.&nbsp; Indeed any hint of boyishness, even that which might have lingered over the years, had been banished from Dominic's countenance.&nbsp; His was a face aged beyond his tender 17 years, forged by the time he'd spent in that place.&nbsp; As was his body, now possessing the sort of lean and sinewy muscle earned by hard labor.&nbsp; <br><br>He'd found his brother's chest beneath the blanket, and his eyes were taking in the supine form, nailed motionless to the bed by Angelo's indecision.&nbsp; <br><br>"I wrote to you, too. Never let me send 'em either."&nbsp; Gaze flickered upward, and the grin resurfaced.&nbsp; "Kinky shit that even made the Doc blush."&nbsp; The hand at Angelo's chest strayed to the side until he felt the slight definition of a nipple, and he curled his fingers to let the blunt edges of his nails drag against it.&nbsp; <br><br>"We have unfinished business little brother.&nbsp; And I hope you're gonna be a good boy this time, 'cause.. well.. I won't bother telling ya what'll happen if you don't cooperate.&nbsp; Won't come to that, will it?&nbsp; You're gonna be a good boy for me, aren't you?&nbsp; You know you wanna be good.. wanna let me tell you what to do."
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				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 03:36:50</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Angelo didn’t really get what the other was saying at first—he had been referring to the other’s muscles, and, well, height. “You still think the way you did, don’t you?” Angelo let out a steady sigh and glanced off, smiling faintly. “You’re still older, scary, dirty-minded brother. St. Vincent’s didn’t change you at all.”<br><br>Biting the inside of his cheek, Angelo shook his head. “I’m sure you made quite a few people blush, recounting everything. You’d think they’d stop you from even taking the time to write them. Guess they thought it was some kind of therapy. Guess they didn’t work.”<br><br>The boy’s eyes dropped slowly when the other’s hand wandered, and he let out a sigh. “After all this time, Dominic, that’s all you can think about. You’ve come back to play with little brother.” He raised his hand to meet the other’s—but hardly did more then that.<br><br>“You know I could just scream, right? One noise, and you’ll be shipped back, and it will be just like it was in the beginning.” Angelo smiled meekly at that point, shaking his head. “I couldn’t send the letters because I said it didn’t matter anymore. I missed having a brother.”</span>
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				Post by: <strong>djin</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 04:18:29</strong>
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				He clucked his tongue softly. Angelo wasn't playing along. "Yeah.. yeah.. I'm still the same.&nbsp; But I want to see how much <em>you've</em> grown."&nbsp; He drew the blanket back, revealing his brother to the shins and taking a glance at whatever kind of pajama bottoms he was wearing.&nbsp; <br><br>His movements didn't hesitate as Angelo's hand came up, and for a moment he threaded his fingers through his brothers'.&nbsp; "Oh.. I got to play with you for quite awhile before they heard you. Don't you remember?"&nbsp; Those eyes flickered in the dark, as if alive with their own energetic light. He reached up, trailing a surprisingly gentle caress along Angelo's jaw.&nbsp; "What's mom on these days, eh?&nbsp; Valium? Something stronger?&nbsp; And I'm sure pop still sucks on the bottle after dinner. Bet I'd have time to finish this go around before they'd come to your rescue."<br><br>"I know better than to get caught this time, little brother.&nbsp; I'm not going back to that place.&nbsp; And I'm going to do all the things I want to you."&nbsp; His touch withdrawing, he trailed his fingertips down the reposed boy's chest, then hooked them in the waist of his pj bottoms with a playful tug.<br><br>"So what's little brother been up to while big bad Dominic has been gone.&nbsp; You let anyone else play with you the way I did?&nbsp; Did you think about me while they did, hmm?&nbsp; Or maybe you've just been waiting for me to come back and do it right.."
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				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 04:38:05</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">“Like you can’t use your imagination, Dominic?” A faint smile crossed Angelo’s face, and he shrugged in his practiced nonchalant way. At least he was dressed right now, and that could, at least, stall the other for a little while.<br><br>The smile faded for a second as the other recounted that little detail—“Dominic, I could scream right now… but I haven’t. And I—I’m not the meek boy I used to be. I could fend you off until then.” Sighing, the younger brother shook his head. “I don’t expect Mother or Papa to come up here anyway. I—they’re happy pretending you’re gone forever.” He chose not to respond to the other’s question—he really didn’t have a very good chance of waking either of them.<br><br>“Yeah, Dominic, I’m sure you’ve been thinking of this night for a long time—I’m sure you’ve been wondering about all the things I’ve done with you gone—but look at me, Dominic. I’m still the perfect little child. I haven’t touched anyone since you’ve been gone…” the younger brother paused for a second before a wicked little grin crossed his face—“but I certainly haven’t been thinking about you.”<br><br>That was a bit of a lie, though. Angelo had dated before, and been rather close to carrying out all the little acts the other spoke off—but every time he got too close, well, memories of Dominic stopped him. But he didn't need to know that.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>djin</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 05:47:32</strong>
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				"You haven't, eh?"&nbsp; He shrugged a shoulder, brushing off the wound as if it was as weightless as a bit of dust.&nbsp; The dark depths of him swallowed those lances so effectively.&nbsp; "Perfect little brother."&nbsp; He mocked in a soft, sing-song voice, the moon and dim light from the street painting his profile as his head turned to trail the progress of his hand.<br><br>His palm came to rest on the junction of Angelo's slim hips, resting at first lightly upon the contours of flesh there then slowly beginning to rub his splayed hand over his crotch, running his fingers over the forms beneath to cloth, tracing the shape of the boy's penis and the sacs beneath.&nbsp; Angelo could avoid Dominic's more probing questions all he wished.. but how well could his body avoid a telling reaction.&nbsp; His bright eyes then lifted to Angelo's, challenging him to stop his illicit touch. 
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				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 06:09:50</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Angelo nodded in response—he couldn’t quite come up with anything to say in response. It was like that with Dominic—everything seemed silly, nothing was harsh enough. And Dominic, well, Dominic was just used to the abuse, he guessed.<br><br>“Perfect enough not to be placed in a shrink’s prison.”<br><br>There. That’d work for a—the boy’s thoughts were cut off when the other’s hands traveled far enough to tease him. He could voice complaint, yeah, but… he bit the inside of his lip and, catching a glimpse of the other’s look, glanced off to the side. He reached to stop the other, both hands curling around the other’s wrists—“Dominic, no. You can’t—there’s no way you escaped just for this.”<br><br>“Dominic,” Angelo huffed in complaint, apparently scrapping for conversation—“why was it you started doing this in the first place? Hormones?” He knew his body would react, and he’d react, and Dominic would just love that, and he’d probably scream, and no one would hear, and… he had to keep the other distracted, or stalled, or something.<br></span>
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				Post by: <strong>djin</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 06:27:11</strong>
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				"I escaped for you.."&nbsp; His voice was low, almost husky, and solemn with the truth of the words.&nbsp; He sighed thinly as Angelo led his hands away, and slipped his hand from the other's grasp.&nbsp; He shifted, coming to kneel on the bed, the fullness of his nude form revealed from the shadows that he'd been wrapped in. <br><br>Before Angelo might dart away or try something clever, he placed a knee aside either leg, straddling his legs an resting his weight on his brother's narrow thighs.&nbsp; "Are you still going to pretend you don't like this?"&nbsp; He'd recovered enough from the verbal blows to inject in his tone a teasing lightness.&nbsp; He reached toward Angelo's sex again, this time hooking his fingers in the waist of his pj bottoms and slowly yet determinedly beginning to peel them back, to pull them down.
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				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 06:45:10</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">“You escaped to have sex. It might be sex with me, but that’s what you escaped for, right?” Angelo smiled faintly, shaking his head. “Dominic, I wanted my brother back for so many years. You could have lied, and been welcomed back, and, you know, I might not have yelled anymore. I wanted you back, but I always thought we’d talk a little first. I guess there’s no reason to talk.”<br><br>It was hard not to smile. Ironic, probably hysteria. Maybe he was laughing at himself. He probably was.<br><br>“No, Dominic, I’m not going to pretend that. To be honest, when I thought about it, after all that time, I kinda liked it. And it’s horrible, and it’s your fault, and if I don’t pretend I hate it, I might start to like it again. I don’t want that. You’re the crazy one, you’re the one ending up in psycho wards—not me. I don’t belong there.”</span>
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				Post by: <strong>djin</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 07:11:41</strong>
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				He frowned a little, his dark brows gathering above the bridge of his nose. As troubling as Angelo's response might have been, it did not slow the work of his hands.&nbsp; He had peeled back the fabric, shifting his weight and stance to get the bothersome pants out of the way and leave his brother as bare as he was.&nbsp; He was pleased that Angelo didn't try to, say, knee him in the nuts as he went about stripping him.<br><br>"That's what you think, huh?"&nbsp; His voice still low, staring at the enticing length of his twin brother's cock.&nbsp; Yes, the similarities were amazing.&nbsp; They were both nicely endowed.&nbsp; Then he glanced up to Angelo's face.<br><br>"You think there weren't about a hundred guys in there who woulda grabbed their ankles for me in a heartbeat if I paid them the slightest bit of attention?&nbsp; Wasn't charm school, Angelo.&nbsp; Those guys were so hard up they woulda let the toothless cafeteria lady give them head."&nbsp; He shook his head, sighing sadly, aware that it would be such a long road before his brother would finally fucking <em>understand</em> that they were meant to be together.&nbsp; That they were special<br><br>Then Angelo was babbling, going on and on, 'admitting through denial his own insecurities' Doc Monroe would've called it.&nbsp; He stretched his lean body out over Angelos, weight leaned into his hands planted on either side of his brother's torso, and covered the babbling mouth with his own.&nbsp; Kissing his brother softly at first, silencing those endless and meaningless words, body hovering just above his.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Brother's Love (Djin and Sigma Octantis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 20:49:46</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Huff. What was he doing, talking to a brick wall? Dominic didn’t—didn’t understand what he meant. Or maybe he did, and maybe Angelo was in denial, and maybe he just wanted to feel victimized, and that it’s all Dominic’s fault that he even thinks this way, and it’s wrong, and Mother and Papa are right, and anyone who thinks that way should be locked away, and then… and then what?<br><br>They wouldn’t have even known if he hadn’t screamed in the first place.<br><br>It was really kinda his fault that the way Dominic felt was wrong. Because even though the doctors and their parents and everyone else thought it was wrong, they didn’t have to know, and if they didn’t know, then it couldn’t hurt them anyway.<br><br>“Dominic, I’m sure they would have. I’m sure everything about you drove them crazy. You’re my brother, though, and… well, it’s kinda different with us.”<br><br>When the other moved, and held himself just inches above him, and, well, silenced him in his own little way, Angelo really wasn’t sure if he should be grateful or try to push the other away. Finally, he reached up, hands resting just above the other’s hipbones—though gripping tighter then would have been advised—and kissed the other back with a little more force then tiny little Angelo could have ever done as a kid.<br><br>And then, well, then Angelo jerked his head off to the side. “Fine, Dominic. We’ll do what you want. But we talk afterwards.”</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Brother's Love (Djin and Sigma Octantis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>djin</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 21:11:32</strong>
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				It was a dance he was used to. Angelo had always needed to be persuaded, needed begging and convincing and, sometimes, to be forced.&nbsp; While Dominic had been incarcerated in that shithole, he'd had lots of time to think about the night he was sent there.&nbsp; He couldn't quite remember if Angelo's screams had actually summoned his parents, or if Angelo had started screaming just <em>after</em> he heard their mother coming down the hall to poke her head in his room for one of her nightly checks.&nbsp; Was it really the pain and horror of being mounted by his brother, 'raped' as the doc had come to calling it, the culmination of years of curious touching and exploration, or was it the fear of having dear old mother find her two boys sweaty and blissfully tangled with her dear angelic little Angelo whimpering for more of what he received.<br><br>He thrilled at the touch of his brother's hands on his hips and upon feeling the kiss returned, sighing a soft groan in to their pressed lips.&nbsp; He leaned back as Angelo jerked his head away, that moment of enthusiasm brief yet heartening as Dominic sensed his defenses crumbling,&nbsp; yielding.&nbsp; He eased his body out alongside Angelo's on the bed, one leg draped over his brother's as he trailed a hand down his chest then slipped it between his thighs.&nbsp; Just a sample tonight. Break the kid in slowly like he had back then.&nbsp; Fingers curled around the base of Angelo's shaft, the soft pad of his thumb rolling over the very tip as he began to stroke him.<br><br>"Done enough talking, little brother.&nbsp; I've made plans.&nbsp; I'll take care of you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Brother's Love (Djin and Sigma Octantis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 21:27:46</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Pain and horror his ass. Angelo had liked it, loved it, hated himself for it, and didn’t want anyone to know. But the screaming? Yeah, yeah, he’d stick with his story for as long as he could. It didn’t mater if Dominic thought—or knew—otherwise, but it helped Angelo sleep at night.<br><br>He smiled meekly when the other moved, thinking he had gotten his way, but, well, it wasn’t like Dominic to really give him his way. “I like talking,” he muttered quietly, burring his head into the other’s chest when he began teasing him. He liked talking, yeah, but it was kinda hard not to listen to big brother when he was so… intent…<br><br>“I’m sure you will,” he replied, just as softly, reaching around to the other’s back with one hand-- clinging, at first, then clawing gently and simply stroking. “You always did.” <br><br><br>[Hurm. Angelo kinda responded to the other's thoughts with his own, but this post felt too short without it. XD' Hope you don't mind. &lt;3]</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Brother's Love (Djin and Sigma Octantis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>djin</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 21:45:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dominic chuckled, a thick reverberating sound that Angelo could feel as their bodies lay snugged together.&nbsp; "You always did.. never could get you to shut up."&nbsp; But it was spoken affectionately. Indeed he'd missed the sound of his brother's voice almost as much as feeling the texture of his skin, as experiencing the mounting tension and pleasures that they had yet to fully realize.&nbsp; He'd hated it when their parents forced them in to separate rooms at the age of six. That was one of the reasons their mother always came poking around; to see if Dominic had sneaked in, as he often had.&nbsp; &nbsp;They'd always managed to look innocent by the time she'd tiptoe in and drag Dominic back to his own bed.&nbsp; <br><br>But now there would be nobody looking, their parents fooled in to thinking that they no longer had to worry about their shameful son sneaking about and tainting his delicate little brother.&nbsp; He nodded as Angelo spoke, then rested his lips against the bony curve of the boy's shoulder where he placed several kisses, murmuring against the cooling skin.&nbsp; "And always will.&nbsp; They don't understand us. They're no better than the people in that place.&nbsp; But I'm going to take care of all that.&nbsp; I'm going to make sure we can be together."<br><br>His hand continued it's work, deftly manipulating the heated, silky flesh.&nbsp; Once he began to feel it thicken, as it would be helpless not to do, he shifted nearer, half resting his chest against Angelo's and nuzzling his face into his neck, quickening the stroking pace of his gripping, squeezing, sliding fingers. Warm breath and soft, feathery kisses played along the column of Angelo's throat and across his collarbone.&nbsp; Dominic's own sex nestled against the outer side of Angelo's thigh, already swollen and warm and gently throbbing as he began subtle gyrating movements of his hips. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Brother's Love (Djin and Sigma Octantis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 22:41:12</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Another smile flashed across Angelo’s face at the other’s comment—yes, he always was a talkative little thing. And though Dominic had tried and tried to hush him before… a lot… it just didn’t work. The urge for the boy to speak up, to talk about it, his little need to be counseled about it while it was going on—well, he couldn’t quite squash that down.<br><br>He sighed softly when the other’s kisses found their way to his shoulder. He nodded in agreement with the other’s statement—“They don’t understand a thing… Dominic, what are you planning?” A tiny, uncomfortable little feeling sparked up in his stomach at the last part—the other was scheming. That was great. Wonderful. Now he was going to have some absurd plan.<br><br>The feeling was shooed away soon enough—because for all of Angelo’s complaints, he couldn’t help his own needs, couldn’t help the fact that he wanted the other, and that everything he did was bliss. And his body showed the results of it—thicken indeed—as if it needed much coaxing. A tiny sigh escaped the other, a noise that soon turned into something akin to a giggle followed by a quiet gasp. <br><br>“Dominic,” he muttered, letting his hand wander up his back and spine, “Dominic, I… I missed you, y’know?” He smiled slightly, then, and dug his nails into the other’s back and pulled himself closer. He was a little too eager, maybe, but…<br><br>[Sorry. Had to show someone how to apply for benefits for their company and-- bleh. If it seems broken, that's why.]</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Brother's Love (Djin and Sigma Octantis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>djin</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 23:04:15</strong>
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				He remembered well Angelo's need to speak.&nbsp; How his mantra <em>"we shouldn't.. we shouldn't.. we shouldn't.."</em> had come between breathy groans and movements of his body that spoke to the contrary.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was a gleam in Dominic's eye, once he lifted his head from where it had been comfortably nestled.&nbsp; Yes, there was a plan there.&nbsp; As dark and plain to see as the clouds that blossomed like black roses on the sky when the weather was threatening to turn savage.&nbsp; <br><br>"Don't worry yourself about it, little brother.&nbsp; Big brother will take care of everything."&nbsp; His head dipped again, nuzzling jaw and throat and placing his lips between the shallow definition of Angelo's pectorals in a descending trail of lingering kisses. The warm contours of his physique began to slide along Angelo's rubbing form to form in a full-body caress.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mm.. I missed you too.."&nbsp; Tones murmured and obscured as his lips continued to travel, marking every inch of progress with an affectionate kiss.&nbsp; The last touched on the flat expanse of flesh just above the thatch of hair at Angelo's groin.&nbsp; Shadowed-blue gaze wicked and bold as it rose to Angelo's face, dipping his head just enough to flick the tip of his tongue over the swollen pink crown of the straining organ held captive in his grasp.&nbsp; It was clear what he intended to do, what he wanted to do, but his games were never too simple.<br><br>"Now.. convince your brother how much you want this.."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Brother's Love (Djin and Sigma Octantis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 23:22:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">“Don’t worry yourself about it, little brother. Big brother will take care of everything.”<br><br>Big brother always took care of everything, and Angelo didn’t have to worry about a thing. Being held in his arms was like being held in the sun—perfect, warm, and happy. He could just curl up, and close his eyes, and Dominic would fend off the world and beyond. Even in the past, when he was so convinced that it was all horrible and wrong, there was a certain sense of comfort because it was his brother, his big brother, his shelter.<br><br>A mixture between a sigh and a groan escaped Angelo’s mouth at the other’s kisses—this was all so very, very familiar, and so very, very… wanted. A sort of pleased dread rose in his throat when he realized what the other was planning—and muscles jumped violently at the flick of the other’s tongue.<br><br>“Oh, Dominic, that’s—that’s not fair. You…” Oh, there wasn’t a reason to play coy. He wasn’t a shy little kid anymore. “Dominic, I want you to blow me; I want you to fuck me, and love me, and leave me breathless, and clinging, and writhing against you, and I’d do anything for it to be like it used to. I want to be pressed against you, and gasping, and begging for more, and I…”<br><br>Angelo’s voice cut off rather abruptly then, and he blushed a furious color—he’d never really talked like that to anyone, and he’d certainly never been brave enough to talk to his brother like that all those years ago. “…Please, Dominic?”</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Brother's Love (Djin and Sigma Octantis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>djin</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 01:27:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dominic seemed shocked, too. Though only as much as someone like him might be shocked.&nbsp; Something coiled tightly in his belly as his brother ditched the victim facade and let loose with what he <em>really</em> wanted to say.&nbsp; Then the moment after it coiled, it sprang.&nbsp; Dominic's body arched almost convulsively in to the rumpled sheets of the bed, his head bowed down, cheek brushing Angelo's cock as a shudder wracked his body and a trembling groan marked it's presence.&nbsp; He managed to gasp his brother's name.. "Angelo.." and followed it with a low groan of warm exhalation against the sensitive organs he nuzzled.&nbsp; <em>That</em> was unexpected, and a trick that even he himself couldn't pull off; making someone climax with little more than a string of dirty, acquiescing words.&nbsp; <br><br>"Damn, little brother.."&nbsp; He grinned, shivering through the lingering tingles of euphoria.&nbsp; "I'll have to make you talk dirty more often."&nbsp; And he rewarded the lewd outburst by closing his lips around the flared head of his brother's shaft, flirting his tongue in swirls and flutters over the taut flesh.&nbsp; He wouldn't be cruel enough to tease anymore. Not tonight anyway.&nbsp; The heated, slick confines of his mouth slowly sank over the quivering length, alternating suckling pressure and writhing movements of his tongue, coating the skin with a glistening sheen before he began rhythmically bobbing his head.&nbsp; His hand followed the movement, grasping and milking what length remained exposed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Brother's Love (Djin and Sigma Octantis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 04:06:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Was that… surprise on the other’s face? Had he honestly shocked the other that much? Angelo frowned for a moment—was it what he said, or did he see something, or hear something, should not have said anything, or—what?<br><br>“Oh,” Angelo muttered, flushing slightly darker and flashing a smile—well, that was a rather unexpected response. The other seemed to like it, and, well, he liked it when the other gasped his name. He hadn’t heard that sound for years.<br><br>“Damn, little brother…” <br><br>Angelo returned the other’s grin at the statement, shaking his head lightly and half-chuckling. “If I knew you liked it, I would’ve…” They boy cut himself off with a gasp of his own as the other decided to—well, more or less reward him—and shivered gently. <br><br>The boy reached out for something to root him to this world, to hold the bliss—and clutched onto the sheets and the other’s hair, letting out another quiet groan. “Oh, Dominic,” he managed to get out, “I would’ve done it sooner…”</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Brother's Love (Djin and Sigma Octantis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>djin</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 18:13:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Wet sounds of his hungrily working mouth were accompanied by long, slow groans that vibrated through the swollen flesh he favored with his lips and tongue.&nbsp; He quickened his pace, letting the flared head of Angelo's cock rub against the textured roof of his mouth, tongue cradling the underside, and lips a firm, silky ring of muscle that did not relent in their grasp.<br><br>He brought Angelo so close, feeling his body begin to tighten in warning of release, then slowly drew back his mouth and let the glistening shaft slip free with an audible 'pop'.&nbsp; Even as the delicious warmth of his mouth pulled away, he began rapidly pumping his tightly circled fingers along the saliva-slicked length, suckling and kissing at the tip as the first pale tastes of precum wept from it.&nbsp; "Come on pretty little Angelo.. cum for your big brother.. let me taste you.."&nbsp; <br><br>Again hard, even after having just loosed himself amid a tangle of Angelo's sheets, Dominic's hips were writhing and nudging instinctively against the still warm and damp fabric he lay on, though it was Angelo's pleasure he was focused on, practically unaware of his own resurgent need.
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