Well, hello there! I was getting rather irritated by the lack of Stridercest that I liked, so I decided to write my own.

Warning: Bro(Dirk)/Dave, Male/male sex, adult themes, a bit of violence (maybe), pretty graphic sex. Lotsa swearing.

THE LAST SLICE

Dave is annoyed that his Bro always gets the last slice of pizza, so he decides to do something about it. It doesn't exactly go as planned...

~*~Insert witty between-paragraphs comment here~*~

Bro always got the last slice of pizza.

No matter what. He would eat the second to last slice, and allow you the time to raise the last slice to your mouth, and almost take a bite, but then he would flashstep, and bam, he was eating the last slice of pizza.

Quite honestly, it pissed you off. Well, it wouldn't really piss you off if he just ate it, but the way he just almost but not quite let you eat it was really fucking annoying. You weren't going to stand for it any more. This time, YOU were getting that last damn slice. You had it all carefully planned out, and it was going to work, and you were going to eat the last slice of pizza and feel like a boss.

That was the plan. In retrospect, thinking about it afterwards, it was a stupid plan. Oh well.

~*~Mmm, pizza~*~

Alright. Now was the time. Bro was slowly eating the second to last slice, and now was the time to implement your plan. I mean, you weren't going to eat the slice after this, but at least Bro wasn't either. You could feel his eyes on you, despite the dark, ironic anime shades he was wearing, and you weren't going to screw this up. You decided to wait until he had just finished the slice, because that would make it more dramatic or something. Slowly, carefully you lifted up the slice of pizza. Bro's eyes followed it. Slowly, carefully you raised it towards you. Bro just kept watching silently, raising an eyebrow. Slowly, carefully- you pulled open the front of your pants and shoved the slice of pizza in. Bro looked very faintly surprised. Hell to the yes, you had won this time, you knew it. You got the last slice of pizza. You had won. Haha, take that, Bro, fuck you, the last slice is mine-

He flashstepped. You barely had time to register that he had pushed you up off the futon, then pulled you back down again, onto something warm, and kind of muscular, and a little too tough to be comfortable. Then you realised.

Oh no.

Oh hell no.

This wasn't happening. Ever. It couldn't be.

You were sitting on Bro's knee. Fuck. And he had reached his left arm around you, to hold you there. And then he reached with his right arm, and-

No. Fuck. Fuck no. Shit. Hell no. This wasn't even fucking happening. His hand was in your fucking pants.

Well, to sum up this situation... Fucking fucked up penis shitting dicks made of crap. You half turned your head to glare at him.
"Dude. Not cool,' you tried to keep your voice steady, and only just succeeded. His hand was in your pants, for fuck's sake. You had a right to have a shaky voice. Jeez.
"I still want that slice of pizza," he said, completely calm, as per usual. At least his hand was only just in your pants, it wasn't like he was groping you or anything-

Fuck. You could swear he could read your mind. His hand closed over you, squeezing gently. Fuck. No. That wasn't allowed to feel good. Fucking hell no.
"Stop feeling me up," you managed to choke out, trying to pretend that you weren't half-hard from your brother groping you.
"Hm, I can't tell if this is the slice of pizza or not. Give me a second," he said, pulling you further back on his lap. You were slightly freaked out - and kind of really turned on - to feel his hard-on underneath you. This was so wrong, so fucking wrong, and you had no idea why you were getting so hard from your Bro. I mean, he was your Bro, that was something that should never happen, ever, and yet holy fuck his hand felt good. He was stroking along your length now, and you couldn't quite suppress a whimper. Ugh, you felt sick. He was your Bro. He was jerking you off. Really really well.

It didn't take long for you to feel the heat building up in your lower abdomen, you were so fucking close, and it was so good, and then, and then, he fucking let go of you.
"Bro," you whined, panting hard, your face red. Sure, it was sick for him to have done that in the first place, but to just leave you on the verge like that, that was cruel. He flashstepped away, and you looked up at him. He didn't even have a hard-on any more, apparently. And fucking fuck, he was holding the slice of pizza.

He ate it. Right in front of you, in the slowest, sexiest way that it was possible to eat a slice of pizza. He licked his lips sensually after every bite, making appreciative noises, and considering where that pizza had been, you almost fucking came in your pants, right then. But you didn't, you knew this was a test, and you just sat there, as cool as someone can be after almost coming from their Bro jerking them off. Once he had finished the slice of pizza, he smirked, and ollied the fuck out of the room, still acting completely chill.

Fuck you, Bro.

~*~THEEND~*~

So, what do you think? Should I continue it? Do you like it? Do you hate it? Please review!

PLEASE I'M DESPERATE

Thanks to Ryhpex for writing the sexy part for me.