A pair of black baggy pants falling to the floor.
A rough hand enter-twining in a mass of silky hair.
Another zipper being ripped open.
A blinding light of pain.
A flash of dirty blonde hair across my eyes.
A harsh moan on my soft skin.
A single tear splashing onto my back.
A hard lurch forward that knocks my head into the wall.
A taste of blood upon my lips.
A feral growl of ownership echoing throughout the hall.
A trickle of blood flowing down my inner thigh.
A disgusted yet satisfactory grunt from behind me.
A complete despair he cannot escape.
A silent tear sliding down his other cheek.
~*~
He wasn't always like this, not in the beginning. In the beginning it was roses and breakfast in bed. In the beginning it was warmth and happiness.
It changed after he asked me if I wanted to start hanging out with them more often. It changed after he asked me if I wanted to move in with them so I didn't feel left out. It changed after he saw how close the two of us were.
It changed when I fell in love with my brother.
"Why do you keep letting me do this?" he asks me.
"You know why." I state plainly.
"Tell me again, Matt." he whispers.
"Because, Jay...You are not my blood, though you stir it."
~*~
A warm hand helping me off the floor.
A gentle kiss to the underside of my neck
. A taste of salt resting upon my lips.
A heavy sigh warm on my chest.
A shaky hand caressing a moist cheek.
A silent tear as I walk away.
