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Mac couldn't take his eyes off Daryl but looked at Tara anyways. She had always been the girl he fucked when Daryl wasn't around or he just needed to breathe. Honestly though it was more to try to get a rise out of his brother. It never worked of course but somehow shit just kept happening regularly till she had it in her head that it was a relationship of sorts. It was far from it and Mac cringed at the thought.
"Mac say something...Daryl?" Tara was looking at him then his brother.
Daryl was still reclined and looking at nothing. His eyes were down his body and Tara was leaning back against his thigh and like before with Rick he felt annoyance at the touch on his brother. Shaking his head he brushed it off as not use to seeing a woman touching his brother at all. He knew Daryl had slept with women but never seen any of the lead up at all. Daryl never brought women here and he'd never met the women something that at the moment he found himself thankful for...he'd want to snap their necks.
"What do you think Tara?" Daryl's voice was low and the baritone in it had Mac searching for his eyes.
Daryl wasn't looking at him again his eyes were still looking down his body. Something was off with his voice but he needed to see his eyes to know.
"Well...I've talked to Mac about wanting this to happen before. I'm guessing he finally got you to give in?" Her smile was turning sultry her hand landing on Daryl's leg.
Daryl chuckled and then his eyes went to her before going to Mac. "I guess I owed him."
Mac raised a brow about to ask him what he meant when images of Rick and them raced through his mind. Mac growled and Daryl's eyes darkened watching him his head tilting. "You don't owe me a goddamn thing Daryl...is that what the fuck this is?"
Tara shifted and looked at him, "Mac what is going on?"
"Shut the fuck up." His voice was harsh and she stood up shifting on her feet.
Daryl shifted and swung his legs around pulling his own shirt over his head. And like that Mac felt his control breaking. Every mark he'd left on Daryl that had lingered was on display. No way that he could brush this off and say a woman done that to him. The hand prints were to large the bites to deep and aggressive. This was him written all over his brother in what others would consider a sordid affair.
"Oh my god." Tara's hand connected with Daryl's chest and the slight flinch wasn't lost on Mac. "What happened?"
Mac stepped by her and grabbed his throat forcing his brother to meet his eyes. That one touch had Daryl's pupils dilating and his entire demeanor shifting along with his body towards his brother. He wasn't even paying attention to Tara anymore. "Is this because of Rick? You think you fucking owe me?"
Daryl swallowed against his hand and gave a nod not able to speak as his breathing deepened. He could read Mac just as good as he could read him and knew his control was gone. Mac growled when he felt Tara's hand on his back but she kept pushing him not bothered by his annoyance. This was wrong. He didn't want this...
"Mac I think you should let go of him..." Tara grabbed his wrist and he felt the growl rumble through Daryl's chest and against his palm.
He'd seen Tara rub on Mac but never anything beyond that and never when he was in this state of mind. Daryl's eyes shifted to hers and Mac seen anger flaring in his eyes and grabbed her wrist pulling it off his.
"You should go."
"What the fuck Mac? Are you at least coming with me? If he's in a bad mood maybe he wants time alone..."
"You don't fucking get it do you?" Mac snarled looking at her and then down the marks on his brother's body. "These are from me."
Tara's eyes widened and Mac finally released Daryl's throat. Daryl's chest heaved able to pull more air in and he stood there as her eyes took in each mark on him as she pieced it together.
"Are these..Mac say something explain this to me? Why is your brother marked like this?" Tara's voice was low.
"Why the fuck do you think? You've fucked me before don't be stupid." Mac snapped.
Her breath whistled from her chest and Daryl snorted at his words. Mac's eyes went to him, "What the fuck were you thinking? Do you even wanna fuck her?"
Daryl's jaw snapped shut and he moved away from them. Mac grabbed his arm keeping him there even as Tara forced his face over to meet her eyes. Her's were wide and something was there in them...he didn't look further because honestly he didn't give a fuck. She was nothing more than a piece of pussy to him and she should have known that.
"Mac this...this between you all how long? Longer than me and you have been dating?"
Mac laughed shaking his head, "Fuckin' you aint datin' you Tara told you that from the beginning and yes...a lot fucking longer."
Daryl tried to pull back again but Mac jerked him hard causing Daryl to slam into him and he held him there refusing to let him go. Daryl was apt to slip out that fucking door and into those woods. IF he hit the woods he'd never catch him. Daryl was to quick and too fucking good to be found if he didn't want to be found.
Grip tightening again Daryl made a noise in the back of his throat and Mac finally looked at him. Jerking him forward their mouths met and like that she was completely gone from his mind and the room. Daryl groaned against his mouth and Mac tightened his grip again knowing he was bruising him and knowing it was what he wanted.
Breaking apart for air the sound of her panting watching them had Mac looking over seeing her. She was setting in the recliner looking at them her chest heaving against her tight shirt making her nipples stand out even more. Guess she wasn't as bothered by seeing two brothers together as she thought she'd be. Her eyes flashed and she looked down their bodies her hands sliding against her thighs.
"I...is this why you'd never give me the time of the day Daryl?" Tara questioned suddenly.
He nodded and smirked and Mac seen his eyes returning normal from earlier. He was coming back. Mac pushed him and Daryl fell back on the couch heavily and Mac was right behind him pinning him in place. Her moan was heard the second Mac jerked Daryl's jeans open and his hand disappeared inside and he raised a brow at his brother watching as Daryl's eyes went to her. Mac couldn't see her unless he turned but he didn't need to know what was happening. He could smell her in the air and knew Daryl could to with the way his nostrils flared.
At his motions Daryl lifted his hips and Mac jerked his jeans down lower around his thighs his cock now free. Daryl's eyes were still watching her and Mac chuckled getting his attention. Daryl raised his eyes to his and they flashed and then his hands were working the belt open and his own jeans down Mac's hips quickly. Daryl's hands were on him in and instant and then he wrenched a deep groan from in his chest as Daryl started off quick and hard not wasting time.
"Fuck." Mac growled leaning down his teeth meeting Daryl's shoulder to keep quiet.
Daryl growled pushing Mac back from him and released him. He jerked his jeans up and Mac set back heavily on the table Daryl had knocked him back on. What the fuck was his brother doing?
Daryl was up and down the hall in no time leaving Mac with Tara. He looked over seeing her looking to where Daryl went her jeans undone and her shirt rucked up. Mac licked his lips already knowing why Daryl left. He wasn't attracted to girls the way Mac was. Yeah he'd fooled around with a few but Mac always knew that it was men his brother liked. Him in particular. Daryl couldn't stand to be touched and people in his space and Mac had always been that exception for him. He sought his touch out, they both did. This was Daryl letting him decide what he wanted for once and all, he was giving him a clean out if that is what he wanted. The thought pissed him off instantly.
"Mac?"
Raising his eyes to hers and not even a slight bit bothered that his cock was harder than it had ever been while his jeans were pushed down around his hips. He looked up his breathing deep and met her eyes. He seen concern there and she gave him a timid smile. She righted her clothes and stood up looking at the ground for a second.
"You two have always been close...anyone who has ever been around you all can see that. Anyone. I just never guessed how close it was. I'm not judging you Mac but you should go back there to him." Grabbing her stuff up and finally looked up at him and gave him a smile, "Whether you wanna hear it or not you all are beautiful together...don't mess it up."
Tara was out the door and he was up like a shot and down the hall. Not even bothering with knocking he barged straight into his brother's room and seen him standing facing the bed working his belt loose from his jeans. Storming towards him his hands connected with his back sending Daryl face first on to the bed. His anger was palpable. It was always them...had always and would always be them. For Daryl to think he'd need a fucking out was fucking bullshit. Even if he did he didn't need a pussy way about doing it either he'd been a goddamn man and said what was on his mind.
"Fuck you Daryl." Mac snarled next to his ear, "What the fuck was that?"
Daryl rolled underneath him, "Don't give me that shit I've been hearing for two fucking years how you wanted her in my fucking bed."
"OUR bed!" Mac barked at him causing Daryl's eyes to widen, "Ours not hers, not mine! Fucking ours!"
Daryl moved fast his teeth sinking into the skin just over Mac's collarbone and like that they were moving. Mac all but ripped himself free of his brothers bite and jerked his jeans the rest of the way off. He stood back watching as Daryl done the same and growled at his slower pace. Grabbing his jeans Mac whipped them down his legs getting a laugh from Daryl and causing his own lips to quirk up.
"I was getting there if you'd give me a goddamn second."
Mac shook his head and all but pounced on Daryl pinning him quickly and his eyes flashed seeing the belt still tossed on the bed from where he's knocked Daryl forward. Grabbing it quickly he wrapped it around Daryl's throat and then up his forearm keeping tight enough to have Daryl bucking into him. Daryl groaned his hips rolling into Mac's own and the feeling of their skin hot and hard meeting had him biting into Daryl's shoulder again pulling a deep bruise to the skin.
"Don't you ever pull some shit like that again." Mac snapped
Daryl growled and knocked Mac back and if anyone walked in it would have almost looked like a fight to them as Mac got Daryl pinned down on his stomach. He knew that Daryl was pushing him on purpose and snarled as he pushed deep getting a groan from Daryl when he was there. Pulling the belt tighter he forced him back into his thrust as his other hand closed around his cock.
Daryl's growl vibrated up the belt and around his forearm getting a groan from Mac. If he wasn't careful he was going to bruise his neck bad but Daryl was forcing his hand. He was pushing harder on the belt as Mac pulled him back into him. This is why they worked. Daryl needed that and Mac needed to give that...
Daryl dropped his weight forward forcing Mac more over him and the feeling of his slick skin sliding against Daryl's marred skin had him close to the edge. He was marked by more than just Mac. Not even something Merle knew about Daryl, only Mac knew. Feeling his chest tighten he loosened the belt when Daryl tensed a deep protracted groan rolling through him and his body bucking as he climaxed. Mac kept jerking him off through his orgasm and even past that point until Daryl shifted to get away from him.
Feeling his own body tense he growled his teeth sinking into the back of Daryl's shoulder viciously over the tattoo. They fell to the bed in a heap and Mac smirked when he seen Daryl fighting sleep as he rolled his head towards him. Mac chuckled and shook his head at his brother working the belt off his throat and off his own arm. Mac looked at his arm and raised a brow at the bruise that was forming in a spiral design down his arm and ran his fingers over that.
"Can't wait to hear what you say caused that." Daryl yawned stretching out next to him more his arms above his head.
Mac looked over as his eyes fell shut and smirked. Like clockwork with that shit. Something that had been in Daryl's voice and demeanor had settled now that he was in here with him and Tara was gone. Mac knew that it was the same thought he'd had about Daryl giving him an out and knew it had been weighing on his mind for a while now.
Pushing himself standing he got cleaned up and went through the house locking everything up. Mac paused in the hall next to his door looking into the pitch black of his room before shutting the door and starting back down the hall towards Daryl's. It had always been them against the world and would always be that way.
Mac huffed when he thought about what Daryl had done just to give him what he wanted. Yeah he had wanted that but not the cost of upsetting his brother, not upsetting him and making him pull away. Daryl was a curious study in self loathing at times and this was one of them. He somehow had gotten it in his mind that Mac wasn't satisfied with things the way they were. Daryl had always been fine with just being with him and craved it. Mac loved that he was the only one who could get a reaction out of him.
Mac stepped through the door and flipped the light off as Daryl shifted and rolled over in his sleep. Mac chuckled and jerked the covers off the bed letting them hit the floor and he cracked the window. This fucking room always got hotter than the rest of the house and he fucking hated it. Dropping to the bed both shifted immediately touching in some way or another. Mac snorted thinking about it had always been like that from the moment they were kids to now as he drifted off.