Your last class of the day has some of your favorite students. They're respectful and tend to actually listen when you speak. But it also houses one of your least favorites. He's loud. He's aggressive. He knows how to challenge you with everything and he even knows how to make you yell, which is something that you are loathe to do in front of your students.

It's purely infuriating how much he gets under your skin. Though you know that he's had the most practice. He is your little brother, after all. Your parents had told you to watch over him at school and to make sure that he doesn't get into trouble, because you all know that some of his friends aren't exactly what you'd call good people. Now that he's in your class it's infinitely easier to watch him from your desk. You've given them the period to read today and it gives you time to just watch.

He has darker skin that you do, a fact that has never bothered you as you tend to feel that being tan is a waste of your own time. But not other people's, that's obviously their choice even if it gives them cancer. But you also feel like you've been burdened with more privilege than he as you are immensely white-passing despite your Persian heritage and that means that you should use it for good. But his hair and eyes are the same color of yours. An inky black and a shocking sea green that you know comes from your mother's side, and it seems to suit both of you.

The biggest difference between the two of you is the way you hold yourselves. He's hunch and angry looking with a heavy brow and an intent glare at anyone he deems too unintelligent to be in his presence. Or anyone he deems too intelligent to be in it either. But the intensity of his gaze is something that's always fascinated you. Even when he was young his gaze would fix on things with genuine interest. Now he would call it genuine hate, but that level is still there.

He reads in the same way. A thick book that you assumed was loaned to him by one of the Captor twins is in his hands and his brow is furrowed while his eyes scan the pages. A few times you see him raise them in surprise and that makes you feel so wonderfully happy.

But before you have much time to think on it, the bell has rung and class has come to an end. Everyone scurries from the room after gathering their things and you decide that, for once, you'll let them go without homework for the weekend. You gather your own things and leave the room, walking past your brother's locker just to see him talking to his friends.

A twang of jealousy runs through you and you push it down as you hurry past them. It isn't right to feel that way when you see your brother talking to people. You honestly aren't even sure if you're jealous that he has friends like that or that his friends get to talk to him like that.

As you slide into your car, your text alert sounds and you reach into your pocket to check it. It's from your brother.

HEY ASS PONY, CAPTOR BAILED ON ME TODAY. CAN YOU DO ME A SOLID AND GIVE ME A RIDE HOME?

You roll your eyes at his wording, but you could never really say no to him.

9f c9urse I can, Karkat. Y9u'll have to hurry 9ut here, th9ugh. I was actually just getting ready t9 leave and y9u kn9w h9w I detest running 6ehind schedule.

BEHIND SCHEDULE FOR *WHAT* EXACTLY? IT'S THE FUCKING WEEKEND, BRO, CHILL OUT FOR ONCE.

N9 I will n9t "chill 9ut" and y9u will get 9ut here right n9w.

FINE. I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT YOUR THE WORST. COMPLETE WORST.

*Y9u're.

FUCK YOU AND YOUR GRAMMAR!

You hear a solid thwump against your passenger side window and Karkat is glaring at you with his middle finger raised. You roll the window down and his reaction is almost immediate. "Seriously, Kankri? What the fuck." He reaches in and unlocks your door so that he can get inside and slam it shut.

You just roll your eyes as you drive out of the lot, being sure to obey all of the traffic laws as you do. After a few minutes in near-silence, the only sound being the soft sound of a Best of Queen tape you'd found in your car, you clear your throat. "So, Karkat. How have your classes been so far this semester?" You drum your fingers against the steering wheel as you sit at a set of stop lights.

"Dude it's been like two weeks the semester's been fucking cold and horrible." You hear him shifting and can see from the corner of your eye that he's crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm not sure how horrible it could be. I know that I certainly haven't given you anything difficult. Especially not for someone at your level of writing." Vulgar as he may be, Karkat has always had a knack for writing papers and stringing analogies together.

"Oh yeah? Well you've assigned two fucking papers and reading already. My other teachers have pretty much done the same fucking thing. Guess where that leaves me? In the land of fucking cold and horrible." You hear him huff as you make the turn toward your childhood home.

"I'm terribly sorry that the district requires us to give you that work, Karkat, but I'm afraid that I can't control it. You know that you can ask me for help proof reading your papers if you need it, though."

"I don't need your goddamn help I can do it myself..." You can hear the pout in his voice and it makes you smile just a little.

"All right, Karkat, I'll let you do it yourself." You pull into your driveway and stop the car. May as well say hello to your father before heading back to your apartment.

Inside, the heating is turned up to a near unbearable level and your father sits on the floor of the living room reading. With a few exchanged pleasantries and an invitation to dinner tomorrow, the conversation goes quickly. You say your goodbyes and go back out to your car to take the drive back to your place.

Once in the door, you toss your bag to the side and slip off your shoes before going to your room, stripping off your clothes, and laying down for a nap.

As per usual, though, you can't seem to lull yourself to sleep without resorting to... drastic measures. With a sigh you close your eyes and reach your hand down. Typical fantasies move through your mind. Simple things, just to increase your arousal. But then you see them.

Sea green eyes with a gaze so intense it makes you shiver.

And soon it goes from just eyes to a face with full lips and a nose not entirely unlike your own. You can feel the lips against you and moving down your neck and chest before pressing kisses and sucking lightly at your base. With this image in your head, it doesn't take you long to come and tiredness overtakes you before you fully realize what you'd just fantasized over.

Or rather who you'd just fantasized over.

With a few quick wipes with a tissue from your bedside table, you clean up your mess and toss it into the trash. A long yawn escapes your lips and you quickly fall to sleep. Your fantasy is going to have to wait until you wake up, because your brain is far too fuzzy to think about anything.

Let alone your incestuous fantasies.