Alright, first off sorry for the hiatus (way longer than I thought it would be) I've been busy with life for a while. Short one, but at least it's something. I'll try to write something more soon.

Rating: M
Warnings: Rape

It DOESN'T hurt.

He's lying on their bed, it feels so soft below him, almost enough to coax him to sleep. The finger tracing his cheek reminds him of the pain-PLEASURE- reminds him of the pleasure he will soon feel, and that is more than enough to scare-EXCITE him into staying wide awake, despite how exhausted he was-NOT!

The finger moves to his neck and he feels a sob crawl up his throat. NO-he does not feel anything like a sob, he feels happy that the one he LOVES is touching him. He DOESN'T flinch as a hand wraps around his throat, DOESN'T feel the first tears slip out as the second hand starts to rip off his clothes. He DOESN'T do these things because that ARE NOT happening.

He's being touched gently, so gently and full of care, by his brother. He's relaxing into the soft caresses, basking in the loving words being said to him, looking into the kind eyes of the one above him and smiling back. He DOES these things because he's happy, because it feels good, because it DOESN'T hurt.

He cries out as he's bitten hard on his lip, causing a copper taste to fill his mouth and run down his face. A jerk and his pants are around his knees, another pull and he's naked from the waist down. No more time is wasted. His legs are yanked up and he can't stop himself from looking at his own half naked form. He sees the body of a whore, covered in cuts, bruises, and bite marks, both recent wounds and old scars.

NO THERE ARE NO SCARS! He's-he's hap-happy. Happy. Big brother loves him so much, kisses his lips with love and DOESN'T bite him, NEVER bites him. His clothes are slowly being slid off and his legs are brought up. As he looks all he sees is his brother smiling so kindly at him along with the tent in the older's pants starting to become more and more visible andnoidontwanttoidontwanttoIDONTWANTTOANYMORE!

Slowly a hand unzips the older's fly, pulling out the semi-erect length and positioning it closer to his opening. He twists his face away, bracing himself as a broken whimper fell from his bleeding lips. There is silence, a very long silence, so long that his guard drops, just for a second. That second was all that was needed for the body above him to lurch forward, shoving all the way inside his unprepared hole without warning. He screams as loud as he can until a fist to the face shuts him up, only for him to break into ragged sobs along with each agonizing thrust inside of him.

He ISN'T there though. He's far away. Away where he's happy, where it DOESN'T hurt. He has friends there; they'll all have parties or go go-carting. Sometimes something bad happens, but big brother always saves the day, and sometimes he helps too! He's where his big brother LOVES him and is slowly pushing into him until it's fully inside, not moving until any barest hints of displeasure are gone. There is no displeasure in this place, so he pushes his hips against the body above him. His brother complies and gently starts to rock their bodies together. He's being kissed again, touched, whispered kind things, loved. Loved. He feels loved. Soon he hears his name and his brother releases inside of him. He's being cradled in his brothers arms, he feels loved. He feels safe.

He hears a grunt as he's suddenly filled with his brothers disgusting seed. Finally, finally his brother pulls out of him, stands up, sneers, and leaves. He clutches his arms around his own body, his eyes glazed with visions of somewhere far away, where he's loved.

It HURTS.