It had been three weeks since their first hunting expedition, and Victor was pleased with the results. Especially when his cock was down Jimmy’s throat, like it was right now. And dear god, the man could suck like a dream. After several attempts, Jimmy had learned how to deep throat with ease. Tonight, Victor hadn’t even asked Jimmy for anything. He had just fed his brother dinner before taking Jimmy into the living room with him. Jimmy took his place sitting at Victor’s feet, watching his brother with concern when Victor simply turned on the television and paid no mind at all to Jimmy.
Jimmy wondered if he had done something wrong. Victor didn’t even acknowledge him when he placed a tentative hand on Victor’s knee. Agitated, he practically threw his face into his brother’s lap and went to work.
“Fuck, Jimmy, that’s good,” Victor groaned in praise, twisting the fingers of one hand in Jimmy’s hair. He could feel his little brother’s desperation in the clutch of his hands on Victor’s thighs. Grunting, he pulled Jimmy up and threw him onto his back on the couch. Victor was pleasantly surprised to find that Jimmy had all ready lubricated himself for Victor. He slipped into Jimmy, gasping at the tight heat that tried to devour him.
Jimmy lifted his hips, trying to make the angle better for Victor. He sighed in contentment, tightly gripping Victor’s back with hands and legs. Jimmy tried to gently urge Victor to go faster with his heels. He wonders what it would take to get Victor to bite him. He desperately needed to be bit.
Victor reached between them, fondling his brother. Panting happily, Victor kissed Jimmy. Jimmy whined and writhed under him, twisting his head to the side. His offer was quite obvious. Victor gladly indulged his little brother, biting down into the exposed column of his throat. When the skin remained unbroken, Jimmy pushed his throat deeper into Victor’s mouth.
With a rumble of pleasure, Victor bit down harder. As soon as the tang of Jimmy’s blood was in the air, Jimmy screamed in pleasure as he dug his nails deep into Victor’s back. Victor snarled his own satisfied completion, continuing to slam into Jimmy for a few second after. The two men lay shuddering against each other for a moment.
Victor took a moment to read his brother’s face, gently brushing back Jimmy’s hair. If Logan was lurking anywhere in Jimmy, he had hidden himself well. There was only affection and admiration in Jimmy’s eyes these days. He gladly lived to please Victor.
”Such a good little brother,“ Victor murmured, rubbing his cheek against Jimmy’s. Jimmy replied by burrowing his head into Victor’s shoulder.
Victor frowned into the top if Jimmy’s head. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he heard his brother speak in the past week beyond maybe a few grunted mono-syllabic responses when Victor all but tried to force a spoken answer out of Jimmy. Not that he was complaining about Jimmy’s new methods of responding, with fevered touches or gentle licks to the neck, but Victor wouldn’t mind a little conversation from his baby brother once in a while.
Victor wondered for the first time if perhaps he had pushed Jimmy too far.
True, Victor wanted his brother to be obedient. But he didn’t want a mindless drone. And he doubted Stryker would be pleased if what Victor brought back to the base amounted to a puppy in a man’s body.
And Stryker would get rid of Jimmy if he became superfluous.
He would have to do so over Victor’s dead body. But most likely it would result in Stryker’s death first, if he should ever be so stupid as to hurt Jimmy. Worse, if he should kill him.
Speaking of Stryker, the phone started to ring insistently. Jimmy started and looked at the phone in terror. He suddenly swiped out with his claws and tried to “kill” the phone, snarling at his enemy.
“Jimmy, stop that,” Victor ordered, his voice an annoyed snap. Jimmy suddenly rolled out from under him to the cower on the floor, watching Victor wearily. Victor stretched down and gently stroked his brother’s hair while he answered the phone. “Yes?” He knew damned well who it was.
“Ah, Victor, how are things going with our little pet project?” Stryker’s voice oozed over the phone. Victor found himself wincing at the word “pet” being applied to his brother. “Since I haven’t heard from you recently, I assume all is going well?”
“Everything is going just fine,” Victor replied, the smirk evident in his tone. Jimmy poked at the phone base with a finger. Victor lightly swatted the finger, pulling the offending digit into his hand. “I figure in a few more months, Jimmy will be ready to come home.”
“That’s good to hear. But the thing is, we need you back here for a few days. There’s a mission that I really need you to handle. I’m going to send David up to watch over James-“
“No!” Victor barked. Jimmy hissed in terror and skittered over to cower next to the television, his hands up to protect his head. Shit, Victor groaned inwardly, not wanting to let Stryker know that there was any kind of a problem. He tried to reach Jimmy to comfort him, but the phone cord was too short. And Jimmy looked terrified, fearing Victor’s reprisal. “That won’t be necessary, sir. Jimmy will be fine on his own.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to the space next to his feet, indicating that Jimmy should come closer to him. Jimmy was shivering, refusing to budge as he expected some kind of punishment.
“I’m not so certain about that,” Stryker was saying. It was like he had some weird sixth sense about what was going on in the room. “How do you know that he won’t run off without you there to watch over him?”
“I took necessary precautions to keep Jimmy on the grounds if I wasn’t able to actively watch him,” Victor grunted, trying to hook Jimmy with a foot and drag his brother over to himself with no success. Jimmy managed to wedge himself closer to the television.
“Is everything all right, Victor? I hope you’re not having any problems with James?”
“No, sir, I’m just trying to reach something without dropping the phone. But Jimmy will be just fine on his own for a few days. And I put a tracking device on him should he decide to run,” Victor explained, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice. Jimmy misinterpreted the foot trying to reach him as trying to kick him. When Victor nearly dropped the phone, Jimmy used the distraction to leap to his feet and flash past Victor to disappear into the bedroom.
Victor groaned to himself as he heard the closet door shutting. Jimmy had taken to hiding in there these past few days whenever he thought Victor was mad with him. And it was a bitch to get that man out of the closet.
“All right, I’m going to trust your judgment on this, Victor. But if it turns out at any time that you can’t handle James, I’m going to be forced to turn him over to the scientists here for a more… permanent correction.” Stryker’s threat hung over Victor’s head, causing his stomach to drop. He knew what types of things Stryker could do to Jimmy to force him to fall in line with Stryker’s wishes. And he will be damned if he ever lets Stryker do any of that to Jimmy.
“I promise you, Stryker, that option will not ever be necessary. You know that I would never let Jimmy do anything to require that. After all, such measures could be very bad for our relationship all around.” The palpable threat was handed back through the phone to Stryker.
“That’s good to know, Victor. I would hate for anything to come between you and your brother. I know how much you love him.” Damn, was there any time that man didn’t manage to sound chipper and thoroughly creepy at the same time? “I will expect you back at base by 1500 tomorrow.”
Stryker didn’t bother with simple pleasantries, he merely hung up.
Victor cursed softly. He would have to leave within the hour to get back to base in time. So, not only did he have to pack, but he had to get Jimmy out of the closet and pray he understood that Victor was only leaving for a short while. Victor didn’t know if Jimmy was ready to handle being left alone yet without any kind of rejection issues.
Taking a moment to make sure he was exuding calm, nurturing feelings; Victor opened the bedroom door and stuck his head in first. He contemplated turning on the lights, but decided against it. Sudden light freaked Jimmy out. The only sounds he could detect were those of Jimmy scuffling around in the shoes, as if he could somehow dig in and bury himself in there.
“Jimmy, I’m opening up the door now,” Victor soothed, making sure to approach the closet door slowly. “You’ve done nothing wrong. You haven’t been bad.”
Victor opened the door to find Jimmy with his face pressed to the closet wall and his arms wrapped around his head. Victor reached out slowly to touch Jimmy’s shoulder. “No bad,” Jimmy gasped, cringing away from the touch.
Victor frowned before realizing what Jimmy meant. “No, Jimmy, you haven’t been bad. I was mad at Stryker, not you,” Victor murmured, lightly rubbing circles into Jimmy’s back. “It’s all right, you don’t have to hide. Come one out.”
It took a full fifteen minutes of cajoling to get Jimmy to at least come out just outside of the closet door. When Victor tried to explain about where he is going, Jimmy fled back into the closet. Jimmy whimpered and sobbed, demanding to know what he had done wrong, to know why Victor was abandoning him. It took another thirty minutes to calm Jimmy down and get him curled up on the bed.
“It’s only for a few days, Jimmy. There’s plenty of food in the kitchen for you to eat. Just don’t make a mess while I’m gone. You can go outside if you want, just don’t go past the fence,” Victor explained as he packs. He noticed that he needed to repack his socks several times.
Jimmy appeared almost desperate as he followed him out to the truck. “When will you be back?” he asked fretfully. At least he’s using a full sentence, Victor noticed.
“Four days at the most, Jimmy,” Victor promised, tenderly kissing his brother’s forehead. For a moment, Victor had a vision of Jimmy in a house dress, with a pearl necklace and heels as he cleaned the kitchen. He immediately decided that his brother wouldn’t make the most attractive woman and Victor discarded one game he had contemplated playing with Jimmy.
“Four days, promise?” Jimmy plead, trying to crawl into the truck and into Victor’s lap. Victor gently pushed him back, closing the door but unrolling the window.
“Four days, Jimmy, and I will be right back here,” Victor promised.
He grinned to himself as he drove away, seeing Jimmy in the rear-view mirror watching after him and wringing his hands in front of his chest.
Victor didn’t know what he expected when he came home. The mission had taken longer than planned by two days. He had left Jimmy enough food, and plenty of books to read and the television to keep him occupied.
The footprints in the snow just outside the gate and the drag marks going back in were not surprising. Depending on the reason he got from Jimmy, Victor may need to punish him.
The wood pile that had been tossed around the yard, most likely in a tantrum, was not all that shocking either. Victor wondered when that happened.
He walked cautiously into the house to find that couch was now in several pieces and most of the stuffing was all over the living room. The television had been smashed to the floor, along with anything else Jimmy could apparently get his hands or claws on.
Victor was shocked when his brother came snarling out of the kitchen and plunged both sets of claws into his chest. “You said four days!” Jimmy screeched. “Where have you been? Why didn’t you come back like you promised?”
Victor idly realized that leaving Jimmy alone for so long may have been a bad idea. Jimmy was sniffing him angrily. “Who are these people?” Jimmy hissed jealously. “Were they that important you had to stay away for so long?”
Grabbing his brother by the wrists, Victor tossed Jimmy across the room and into a wall. Jimmy’s body slid to the floor, where he crouched and watched Victor wearily. While Victor was not pleased by the outburst, he was pleased at Jimmy’s concerns. He was clearly starting to accept his place in Victor’s world. Now, he would just a few more reminders that he was not the alpha in this pack.
Once his chest was healed, Victor calmly got to his feet and stalked over to Jimmy. Jimmy leapt into the air at him, but Victor easily backhanded him to the floor again. Apparently, Jimmy was in need of more than a light reminding of who was in control here. “You trying to leave, I expected. You having your little temper tantrum in the yard, I expected. Hell, I’m not even that upset about it,” Victor said coldly. “But I will not tolerate you destroying this home or disrespecting me, Jimmy.”
Jimmy’s face shifted between fear and anger. “You left me,” he replied petulantly. “For more than four days. You promised!”
Victor noticed the phone had also been smashed during the course of Jimmy’s disobedience. “You know that sometimes things don’t go according to plan. A few extra days were no reason for what you’ve done,” Victor pointed out. He stabbed a single claw in the direction of the phone. “Did the phone ring?”
Jimmy looked for all the world like a four year old that has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Maybe,” he muttered, shrugging noncommittally.
Victor’s hand shot out and roughly shook Jimmy by the hair. “Did it ring?” he yelled into Jimmy’s face.
“Yes, yes it rang!” Jimmy screamed back, which earned him a hard slap across the face.
“Then why didn’t you answer it?” Victor demanded, again shaking his brother. “It was probably someone from the base calling to let you know I was going to be late. Do you know what could have happened?” He dragged his brother across the floor towards the basement. Jimmy started to snarl and fight. “Stryker could have sent someone up to here to ‘collect’ you, Jimmy. Do you know what that means?”
Jimmy popped his claws and dug them into the kitchen floor, desperate not to be put back in the basement. “No no nono nononono! Not the basement, Victor. Don’t! Please!”
Lightening fast, Victor straddled Jimmy’s hips and pulled his brother’s head away from the floor. “They will take you into a lab, Jimmy. The will do horrible things to you. If I can’t get you to behave on your own, they have scientific ways of making you behave,” Victor hissed in Jimmy’s ear. “Is that what you want?” he shrieked. “Do you want to be some kind of fucking drooling lab rat?”
Jimmy was trying to wriggle out of Victor’s grasp, trying to placate his brother. “No, no, no,” he was chanting. “I’ll be good. I’ll be good. Don’t. Don’t put me in the basement. I’ll be good!”
“Then don’t. Mis. Be. Have!” Each syllable was punctuated by slamming the back of Jimmy’s head into the floor. Suddenly, Victor pulled his bleeding baby brother up and wrapped his body around Jimmy. “I won’t let them take you away, Jimmy,” he hissed, rocking in his own personal madness as he stroked Jimmy’s blood soaked hair. “But if I can’t count on you to take care of yourself when I’m not around, the scientists will come for you, Jimmy. They will take you away from me. And you’ll be alone.”
“No,” Jimmy whimpered, curling into his brother’s embrace. “I won’t let that happen. I’ll be good. Give me another chance.”
Victor was breathing heavily through his nose, drinking in his little brother’s scent. “I need you to be a good little brother, Jimmy. They’ll take you away if you’re bad. And I won’t let them take you alive. I promise you that much.”
Jimmy reached between his brother and himself to undo Victor’s pants and start stroking him. “I’ll be a good little brother,” Jimmy promised, kissing the side of Victor’s throat. “Just don’t let them take me away from you. I’ll do whatever you want.”
With a deep moan, Victor watched as Jimmy lay on his back, legs spread wide. That was all the invitation he needed to pull Jimmy closer by his thighs and force himself as deeply into his little brother’s body as he can. Jimmy whined in pain for a moment, but soon he was gasping and stroking himself as Victor changed the direction of his hips to give Jimmy some pleasure as well. Victor was still pissed as hell, but this was just a minor setback.
And Victor was damned if either he or Jimmy would give Stryker a reason to take Jimmy away.
“You’re mine, Jimmy, mine!” Victor snarled, slamming into Jimmy as if he would fuck his way through Jimmy’s body. “No one will ever take you from me. Promise it!” He slapped Jimmy’s hand away from his cock and squeezed it, denying his brother release. “Promise me, Jimmy. Promise!”
“Yours,” Jimmy gasped, squeezing Victor’s cock with as much strength as he can muster with internal muscles.
Victor suddenly scooped Jimmy up so that they were both upright, Jimmy straddling Victor as he kneeled on the floor. Jimmy continued to ride Victor, desperate for his own release as much as Victor’s. Gritting his teeth, Victor sharply smacked Jimmy on the ass. “Who do you belong to, Jimmy?” he snarled into his brother’s face, spanking Jimmy again.
“You, Victor,” Jimmy gasped, his mind struggling to comprehend the burning in his lower back half and why it seems to feel so good. Victor spanked him a third time. “I belong to you Victor.”
“Louder, Jimmy,” Victor growled, still clutching his brother in one hand and slapping his ass several more times. The final smack had some claw in it.
Jimmy was practically wailing now. “Yours, Victor, I’m yours!”
Unable to hold back, Victor slammed Jimmy back down on the floor with both of his hands scratching at Jimmy’s shoulders and howled as the world exploded around him. He could feel the warmth of Jimmy’s release between the two of them.
Shaking uncontrollably, Victor buried his face in the crook of Jimmy’s neck. “We’re brothers, Jimmy,” he whispered. “Heaven help anyone who tries to get between us.”
