Potential TWs: Violence, abuse, incest (maybe dubious consent again? Unsure)
Heartache
The sun was shining directly into Lucian’s eyes through the poorly closed blinds as he reluctantly stirred awake. The first thing which assaulted his senses, bypassing even morning grogginess, was the bitter aftertaste in his mouth. He could feel his watery saliva pool around his tongue as he forced himself to swallow it and suppress his urge to gag. Lucian felt pissed at Bruno for yesterday. Not only had that fucker not let him get the act on camera, but he had also tried to accuse Lucian of forcing him into something! Unbelievable. Sure, there was a little bit of haggling, but Bruno went with it more than willingly! Lucian sat up on his bed, mood already sour. He looked down at his clothes. If they survived for two days, they could endure one more. He scratched himself on the ass a bit before walking downstairs. To his surprise, the door to his bathroom was wide open and Daniel inside of it.
“Good morning, bro!” Daniel shouted when he noticed him.
“Uuuuuh, hi? What are you doing, bro?” Lucian said, confused.
He tried to blink away the morning blur out of his eyes as he squinted a bit to focus. Daniel was wearing rubber gloves and an apron, his clothes old and messy. He had various stains and blots all over himself. A mop was wielded very dexterously by his hands.
“Well, I’m cleaning the house. Figured I could clean the bathroom for you as well. Should I not have?” Daniel stopped mopping.
“No, it’s… it’s fine. I just didn’t expect you to clean, if that makes sense? You never have.” Lucian said, approaching his brother.
“What do you mean? I always help clean in the summer. Always have, starting with high school. Don’t see a reason why I should stop just because we moved.” Daniel said, single eyebrow rising.
“No? You don’t? I would’ve noticed, right?” Lucian said, slowly getting even more annoyed.
“Yes, I do? I don’t clean your room, since you tend to always be holed up in there and I don’t want to disturb you. But I clean the rest of the house pretty regularly. Who else do you think did?” Daniel said, a small smile on his lips.
Good question. Lucian had never really thought about that before. He just kind of assumed it was Bruno who took care of everything in and around the house. Then again, it wouldn’t make sense for Bruno to be able to balance long working hours and running the household. Maybe a maid? Huh, Lucian was truly a bit stumped by that question.
“I admit, bro, I’ve never really thought about it.” Lucian said, face reverting back to a more neutral expression.
“You know, you are sharp, big bro. But sometimes, you truly have no idea of what is happening around you.” Daniel laughed slightly.
“Yeah, yeah. When will you be done so I can take a leak?” Lucian said dismissively.
“I’m almost done!” Daniel said and started mopping more vigorously than before.
True to his word, it took about only a minute for him to fully finish cleaning the bathroom. The tiles sparkled more than they had before he even arrived at this house.
“Here you go.” Daniel said, stepping out of the room and gesturing with a hand.
“Thanks.”
With this curt response Lucian quickly stepped into his bathroom and slammed the door loudly behind him. He took a deep breath – smell of toilet cleaner and disinfectant. Loads of it. Daniel must’ve been really thorough. Lucian looked around as he let his pants fall and started to piss. Then his eyes fell on the sink. The same sink he spat out the remainders of Bruno’s vile genes into. He immediately felt sick again. Thankfully, it was a lot more manageable now that he was somewhat awake.
Pulling up the clothes pooled around his ankles, he made his way over to the aforementioned sink to brush his teeth. Just like he did the night before… With a sigh heavier than lead he took up his utensils and started going at it. Weirdly enough, the more he spent looking at the porcelain, the less affected he felt by the events that took place here. He smiled to himself. He really was just as resilient as he gave himself credit for.
Having rinsed his mouth thoroughly, he exited into the living room only to be met with a delicious aroma. The sounds of sizzling bacon hit his eardrums as he started salivating instinctively. Fuck, he was so hungry. He hadn’t eaten anything for dinner the day before. His legs automatically started moving towards the kitchen, his hands wiping drool.
Daniel stood before the stove, spatula in one hand and pan in the other. He had ditched the gloves and apron from before. As Lucian got closer, Daniel’s eyes shifted to look at him.
“Oh, hi there! All done? Want some breakfast? I know it’s technically lunch time, but I haven’t eaten either, so let’s ignore that.” Daniel said, laughing a bit.
“Fuck yeah. I’m starving.”
His eyes landed on a plate already loaded with crisp bacon and two sunny-side up eggs. He quickly snatched it and a big loaf of bread. Seating himself at the table, he started devouring the food.
“Oh, those were… mine…” Daniel said with a dying protest.
Lucian pretended he didn’t hear. In actuality, he simply didn’t care. Papa’s boy could survive having his meal taken away once. The older brother continued shoveling the food past his lips, some of it crumbling and dropping onto his lap and floor as he didn’t even bother to close his mouth properly.
Daniel sat down with a plate of his own. A few strips of bacon and a minuscule slice of bread.
“Damn, that’s all you’ll be having?” Lucian said, spit flying from his chewing mouth.
“Yeah. It’s okay. We don’t really have any breakfast food in the house left. I’ll have to go shopping today. Might as well, since there’s plenty of cleaning supplies missing from the house too. I’ll go out after I re-clean the kitchen.” Daniel said as he started nibbling away at his own meal.
“Mh-hm.” Lucian nodded.
Lucian finished his breakfast, leaning backwards and letting out a poorly-hidden burp. He spread his thighs a bit as he looked at the ceiling, one of his hands wiping the remaining crumbs around his mouth and depositing them onto the floor.
“Hey, Daniel?” Lucian asked, his face still pointing upwards.
“Yeah?”
“Was Bruno okay this morning?” Lucian voiced the question which gnawed on him ever since he had woken up.
“I think so. He wasn’t really any different than usual. Why?”
“Just asking, just asking…” Lucian said, deflecting the question.
He tried to seem unbothered and calm, but on the inside he was livid. What did he mean he was the same as always. How was he not affected by what Lucian did for him yesterday? Was the old man really that morally degenerate that all he had to do is sleep it off? And then he was unfazed by his actions? The more time Lucian spent in this hellish new house, the more he was sure in his intentions. Bruno was a monster who had to be put down.
“Are you okay, though? I know you and dad stayed awake for a bit. He didn’t… he didn’t hurt you, did he?” Daniel asked, reluctance in his voice.
“How did you know we were awake?” Lucian asked back, suddenly alarmed.
“Our rooms are on the same floor, bro. I can hear when someone opens a door. Or doesn’t, rather.” Daniel looked at Lucian a bit pitifully.
“Oh… Yeah, that makes sense… Did you hear anything else?” Lucian said, eyes darting around the kitchen.
“Well, no, that’s why I’m asking. I could only hear dad for a bit before he came up the stairs. But I couldn’t make out what he was saying. So did… did he hurt you?” Daniel repeated the question.
“Oh, uh, no. We just had to… handle something. We had something to sort out, yeah.” Lucian said.
“Yeah? What? Maybe I could help settle this between you if it’s something important.” Daniel offered.
Fuck. Lucian was prepared to lie to Bruno. He had practiced for many situations on how to get Bruno to bed with him. Prepared for the worst of worst cases. But he forgot to account for Daniel potentially hearing something. Fucking fuck… But wait… Was it even that bad? Daniel hadn’t heard anything from what he was saying. And even if he did, so what?
“Look, what happened is between me and Bruno, okay? Don’t stick your nose into other people’s business, bro.” Lucian said, voice calm now.
“But-” Daniel protested.
“But nothing, Daniel. Ask Bruno if you want to know about it so much. Or don’t! If he hasn’t told you yet, he probably doesn’t want to.” Lucian said as he walked off into his room.
Daniel looked down at his last piece of bacon. Sadness filled his eyes. With a sullen mood, he ate it and then stood up to go wash up the two plates – one of them by hand. He didn’t need Bruno to know Lucian ate in the kitchen again. His poor brother could get punished for that. The rest of the dishes went into the dishwasher as he himself picked up the mop and started to clean the kitchen again.
Lucian, on the other hand, quickly went up the stairs, back into his room. He closed the door behind himself firmly as he reached for his laptop. Looking through the recorded footage, he found… nothing. Nothing of interest happened in Bruno’s bedroom. He simply went into his room, changed, and fell asleep. Then it was just him sleeping before waking up and getting ready for work. That was it.
Honestly, Lucian wasn’t really sure what he had expected to find. He had already struck gold with one clip, he wouldn’t have such luck again. If he wanted to have something, he had to get it himself. He opened his browser. Browsing multiple tech shops, he tried to find a camera similar to the one he placed in Bruno’s bedroom. If he wanted to get footage, he had to properly bug the entire house. Sadly, to get a camera as easily hidden as the one he had bought, he’d have to have had a lot money. And he was, plainly said, broke.
“Fuck.” he muttered to himself as he closed his laptop.
What to do? He sprawled out onto his sheets again, one arm flung over his forehead. He heard the front door open and close. Did someone come in? No, Daniel had mentioned going out to the shops.
Lucian opened the door and poked his nose out of it. He slowly emerged and looked around, head instantly leaning to look downstairs, scanning for anyone in the vicinity. Not one person in sight. Perfect. He made his way over to Bruno’s room again. Fingers placed firmly around the handle. Moment of truth. He pressed down on the metal and – locked.
“Fuck.” he muttered again, this time a bit louder.
Could he pick the lock somehow? No, that’d be too obvious. Maybe get in through the window? If he got caught doing that, it would be his funeral. With a sigh, he left Bruno’s bedroom be and went back into his own little kingdom. The only safe haven he felt existed in this entire house. Not that he wasn’t aware it wasn’t really safe or a haven – anything in Bruno’s house was inevitably tainted and dangerous.
He closed the door behind himself and reached for his phone. Maybe he could place this somewhere? Like he had about a year ago? His eyes swept over the meager choice of furniture, and he eventually settled for a spot. He propped his pillow up against the wall, placing his phone behind it, so that only its camera jutted out. Thankfully, it was pretty high up on his model, so only a small portion of the mobile device was visible. This would have to do. He would make another move on Bruno that very night.
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Spread out on the mattress were numerous snacks, including: crackers, candy bars, cookies, bonbons and other delicacies. Some of them were only half-full, some only a leftover wrapper. Lucian had a little feast as he idled on his laptop to pass the time. He was pretty sure he had heard Daniel coming back and doing some other shit around the house. Teacher’s pet. If only he knew that his favorite daddy had rammed his anaconda down Lucian’s throat just the evening before. Thankfully, the urge to vomit at the thought had subsided for Lucian. That was very important, considering he wanted to push the envelope further.
The sun was long gone when the front door opened. Lucian perked up immediately. And so did Daniel, judging by the exchange which drifted upstairs.
“Welcome back, dad! Where were you?” Daniel asked.
“Thanks, champ. I was just doing a little spontaneous shopping. You know… Ta-dah!” Bruno said theatrically.
“Oh my goodness! You didn’t have to do this, dad. Like, I am grateful, but… my old one still works fine.” Daniel was in awe.
Lucian’s eyebrows furrowed a bit. What were they talking about? He couldn’t help but open his door slightly and peek out. Thankfully, they were still at the front door, so he had a perfect view from his position. In Daniel’s hands was a sizable box. It was easily visible even all the way from there – it was a laptop box. And not just any laptop, that shit looked top notch. Probably a model from the current year.
“That’s fine. But I wanted my best man to have it as an apology.” Bruno said, pressing the box further into Daniel’s arms.
“An apology? For what?” Daniel asked, voice shaken with concern.
A beat of silence. Bruno just looked at Daniel for a while. Sickening. Lucian hated the melodrama. The act Bruno was trying to pull on Daniel for years now. He refused to believe that Bruno – out of all the people on Earth, fucking Bruno – could ever be this nice to someone. It hadn’t lasted with mom, and it wouldn’t with Daniel.
“An apology for having you as a maid, cook, handyman and every other thing you do around the house. After studying perfectly for all of college this year? You should be enjoying your holidays. Not doing free labor for your old man.” Bruno broke the silence.
“Dad, it’s fine. You really don’t have to apologize. I’m doing this because I want to and because I too live in this house. In case you’ve forgotten.” Daniel said with an awkward shuffle of his feet.
“I also live in this house, Daniel, but don’t do nearly as much as you. There’s also a leech in this house that doesn’t do anything – yet I still keep him here.” Bruno said, a growl replacing his voice for a second there.
And then Bruno looked upstairs. His eyes directly met with Lucian’s. The young man’s blood froze for a bit. Was he fucked? Would he get another royal thrashing? Yet Bruno was… silent. He said nothing, he just stared at Lucian with a cool look, as if piercing directly into his soul. The door got shut on its own. Or did Lucian’s hands do that? He couldn’t tell. Mind a blur. His breath hitched. Fuck. Why can he still not face Bruno properly? It was like he was able to do it in one moment, then he wanted to shit himself the next. He hated not being in control of his feelings. Yet the fear gave way to another angry fire. The voices from outside reached his eardrums again.
“-fine. I can do everything around the house on my own. I don’t need a bribe.” Daniel protested.
“Daniel, enough! I appreciate it, but I will compensate you if you keep doing this. I will not have my son do labor for no returns. Even if it is for his own father.” Bruno said, voice getting stern.
“Yes, dad.” Daniel said, voice quieter.
Of course he folded immediately. One push-back from Bruno and Daniel bent over backwards to please him. Yet his sycophancy did pay off. After all, he did get a new laptop. Lucian looked pensively at his own, already past its golden days. But that was fine. He’d simply buy himself a new one once he got a proper job.
“Daniel, I simply want the best for you. Remember what I promised to you all those years ago? That I remind you of almost every single month?” Bruno said, voice softening up again.
“Yes, dad. ‘I promise, I will always do my best to keep you safe and sound. And I won’t let anyone who hurts you get away with it.’ I know it verbatim at this point.”
“And you know what I say about promises, right?”
“‘Any man worth a damn fulfills the promises he gives to other people.’” Daniel recited from memory.
Lucian shuddered a bit. That was a quote he too remembered by heart. He had felt its effects multiple times on his own body. When Bruno had promised to break both of his legs if he stayed past curfew, Bruno kept his word. Walking on crutches for a month was not pleasant. Or when Bruno had said he’d make Lucian sleep outdoors if he got anything worse than a B again, Bruno kept his word. He had got another punishment once he came back inside the next day, spreading mud on the floors from sleeping on the ground in the rain.
Those were not memories he liked remembering. But being reminded of them certainly revved his engines up even more. His inner turmoil was unseen and unheard by the two men downstairs.
“Correct. That’s why you can rest assured that anything I do, I do for your benefit and with your best interest in mind.” Bruno said.
“Yes, dad.” Daniel said, resigned.
“Now, now. Most people are happy about a gift! And trust me, I can afford it. So enjoy it! Don’t feel bad. Besides, I have another gift for you – well, us.” Bruno exclaimed excitedly.
“Oooh, is that from that Thai place near the drug store? I always wanted to go there. Is that why you called me and told me not to make dinner?” Daniel said mirthfully.
“It is! I brought some for me and you. Let’s go eat, shall we? Oh! I’ll go take a quick shower and change, but I’ll be here right after.” Bruno said, not even waiting for an answer as he stomped his way up the stairs, probably taking two at a time.
But the conversation got stuck in Lucian’s head. Bruno was such a liar. ‘Best interest’? Was jerking off with Daniel in mind in his ‘best interest’? Was fucking Lucian’s mouth while imagining Daniel in his ‘best interest’? What the fuck kind of ‘best interest’ did Bruno have? And yet he just happily walked around the house, as if nothing had happened. As if this cursed family was totally normal.
Similarly to the day before, two doors sounded in the hallway as the sound of his boots got temporarily replaced by bare feet and then the muffled sound of slippers on hardwood. Lucian did not know what possessed him, but in a gust of bravery, he opened the door right as he felt Bruno come closer.
“So, Mr. Greene, how was yesterday? Want to have a repeat today?” Lucian said, trying to put on his most seductive voice.
Bruno simply threw a glance his way, before continuing for the stairs.
“Hey, wait! We can go even further today. I made sure to prepare… You know, just in case you were bored of just a blowie?” Lucian continued.
He wasn’t lying. He really did finger himself open in advance, knowing full well the chances were slim of Bruno doing it for him. Yet all he received as a response was another glance. This time, more venomous than before. Bruno lifted his leg again to descend the stairs.
“I said wait!” Lucian snapped, grabbing Bruno by the hand.
Bad move. In an instant, he felt a palm on his chest as he was pushed back into his room. The shove sent him right against the bed, which hit him in the lower back. He crumpled a bit as his mouth was open ajar from a silent groan of pain.
“Maybe you should try to spread some air freshener in here instead of spreading your legs.” Bruno said as he slammed the door shut.
The sound resonated throughout the entire house. Lucian could swear he had seen the door frame shake for a bit. The pain in his back seemed to subside quickly as he regained full mobility in his body. Thank fuck. He had to control himself better, or Bruno really would send him to the ER again. But why was he so powerless despite the ace he had in his hand!? Hatred bubbled up, but was quickly suppressed. He could skip wallowing in self-loathing. First, he needed to make Bruno fuck him. End of story.
To do so, he grabbed a nearby bag he had laying around and started to throw the trash from his room into it. Tying it up, he made his way downstairs, sack over his shoulder. Whilst walking, he could hear the unmistakable chatter from the kitchen, audible even through a closed door.
Feeling especially ballsy and spiteful, he decided to enter. As his socks met the tiled floor, Daniel looked at him wide-eyed. He froze mid-sentence.
“Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just here to throw the trash out.” Lucian said, innocent smile forming on his lips.
“Oh? Wonderful news. Oh, you meant the bag on your shoulder. There’s a bin outside you can use for that.” Bruno said as he continued eating his takeout.
“I’m sure you won’t mind if I just put my trash bag next to yours. They’re brought out every morning just the same.” Lucian said, placing the trash bag next to the few already around.
“I don’t like repeating myself. Bring your disgusting trash out. And while you’re at it, you can take the rest of the bags too.” Bruno said, a smile forming on his lips.
“But-” Lucian tried to protest.
“But you entered the kitchen while we were here? But you don’t want to leave? But you want me to show you the door by slamming your head into it?” Bruno threatened.
Lucian regretted ever coming here. But there was something he couldn’t resist about provoking Bruno. It felt good to make him angry. Even if he was just being a pest and oftentimes got punished for it, he kept doing it. It felt like it was the little he could do to fight back. The intricate waltz between fear and aggravation controlling his mind.
Yet something was different about Bruno this time around. Usually, his anger came out coldly – like an icicle piercing through your body. But this time, it was warmer. It was, dare he say, playful. The smile did not leave Bruno’s lips even as he threatened Lucian with violence. This shift made Lucian shiver a bit. It was new and he didn’t know what to expect. Then again, the entire situation he put himself into – with the cameras, sex and lies – was new.
Not wanting Bruno to actually go through with his threat, he picked up the trash bags and ran out of the house as fast as he could. The silver lining was the nice weather of the summer evening. It was pleasantly warm and clear. He hauled the bags into the bin on the street and sighed. His back hit the metal and he slumped down next to it.
Why was he here? Why had he not just left like Peter had? Daniel had even offered to help back when he had turned eighteen. But no, Lucian is anything if not stubborn. Some might even call it determined and driven. Despite having the skinniest and weakest build out of his brothers, he could not be bested when it came to willpower. He reminded himself of what he had to do.
Bruno had to fall. Bruno had to suffer. Bruno had to pay. Only he could do it. No one else was man enough but him. If he failed doing so? At least he could say he tried. He had to do everything in his power to get Bruno’s relations with him on camera. He had to. There was simply no other option.
Lucian lost count of how many times he had had to reassure himself that day. He had never been so anxious in his life before. Not even during last year’s incident. This time it felt… too close for comfort. Having sex with Bruno was not an idea that had ever crossed his mind, yet here he was. He felt dirty and weird. Yet he was the one who came up with the course of action to begin with, so he would suck it up. Too late for take-backs.
Flip-flops, which he had put on haphazardly on his way out, chaffed against his socks, their sound dull on the concrete path to the front door. One big breath and he pushed his whole body into the house. To his surprise, he only saw Bruno. His brutish build was fully seated on the couch, TV playing another boring-looking movie. Bruno didn’t even look Lucian’s way.
“Where’s Daniel?” Lucian asked.
It was weird considering how they were always joint at the hip together. But fine by him – this would only clear the way for his advances.
“He went to sleep a bit earlier today. After all, he actually did something today. Which can’t be said for all of us.” Bruno said, eyes not leaving the screen.
“So that means he wouldn’t hear if we had a repeat of last night?” Lucian ignored the verbal jab, trying to drop his voice to a purr.
“Listen, are you really that desperate for my dick? The dick of a person who regularly beats your ass? Who has sent you to the hospital before?” Bruno said as he finally tore his eyes away from the movie.
“Yes, I am. I’ve told you yesterday already. Why ask?”
“Because then I think you have more than a few screws loose, leech. You should try to hop onto a therapist chair instead of my cock.” Bruno said with surprising honesty in his voice.
“Again, we’ve had more-or-less the same conversation yesterday. Besides, isn’t your ‘infatuation’ with your precious Daniel the same? Or is that somehow different from my attraction to you?”
Bruno’s lips dropped at their corners, his forehead bursting a small vein. With squinting eyes, he looked Lucian up and down.
“You know nothing of how I feel. About Daniel or otherwise. But I assume you’re going to threaten me with showing that ‘proof’ of yours to my boy. Again.”
“Correct! So, will you finally do as I say now?” Lucian couldn’t prevent his face from showing smug joy.
“Fine. Let’s get this over with.” Bruno said as he turned off the TV and spread his legs again.
“Don’t you remember what I said at my door, Mr. Greene? I think we should fuck tonight. Properly. Meet me in your room.” Lucian said.
“You’re not getting into my bed.” Bruno replied coldly.
“Ugh, fine. Then my room, okay?” Lucian compromised as he sprinted upstairs, not letting him retort again.
With the speed of a cheetah he opened the door, dived onto his bed and grasped for the hidden phone. He quickly started the recording and placed it into proper position again. Then, just to make sure, he leaned on the door frame trying to put on a seductive act and distract Bruno from possibly looking around.
The giant’s footsteps followed soon after, stairs creaking under his weight. Lucian looked into his eyes and bit his lip.
“So… Do you want to go all the way tonight?” Lucian said as he tried to expose some of his skin.
Unlike his college flings, who were all over him after this, Bruno simply snorted. With a rough hand he shoved Lucian onto the bed much like before. But this time around, his back was not hit. Instead, he landed on the soft sheets as his pants were quickly yanked down. Bruno closed the door behind himself and issued a simple command.
“Spread.”
Not waiting for much more, Bruno yanked his own pants and underwear down to reveal his flaccid penis. Lucian did not hesitate and shoved a finger into his own hole like he did before. He had to make sure he was still open up enough, lest Bruno tear something.
With a resigned sigh, Bruno approached the bed and closed his eyes. Lucian couldn’t help but wonder what depravities he imagined in that sick head of his. Whatever they were, they seemed to get his gear ready for action quickly. Bruno stretched out his palm.
Dumbfounded, Lucian did not know what to do. What did he want? Was the hand a signal of some kind? An awkward, still moment stretched out.
“Condom?” Bruno said, annoyance lacing his voice.
“Oh, uh, right.” Lucian said, voice a bit panicked.
Fuck, a condom. He had thought of everything for this plan, but didn’t think of that? Fine, he would improvise. He quickly crawled on the bed, going over to his wallet and pulled out a condom he had for spontaneous encounters. Pressing the rubber into Bruno’s hand, the reluctant top quickly placed it onto his member. His eyes had not opened for a single second.
As Lucian had feared, Bruno was not in for a gentle fuck. He pushed himself in – one fluid motion. He had not waited for a cue or anything of that sort. This was fine by Lucian – at least it’d be over with quickly. He grabbed his legs and held them up. He still tried to make sure that the phone had clear view of Bruno’s face. Speaking of Bruno, he was grunting to himself silently as he pistoned with trained precision.
Lucian’s mind wandered as he endured the uncomfortable feeling. Bruno was going at it for minutes at that point – no sign of stopping. He’d be lying if he said it was enjoyable, but it was far from the worst fuck of his life. At least Bruno seemed to know what he was doing. Yet Lucian could at least try to make this somewhat pleasurable for himself.
He imagined one of his hotter hookups being there, in Bruno’s place. Fuck, his eyes. That stubble. The smell of cigarettes and paint from his atelier. Oh, he loved sleeping with that man. He was always so gentle, yet oddly firm and insistent in his movements. Lucian couldn’t help but slip out a few moans of his own as he lost himself in fantasy land.
A hand landed on his mouth, pushing down firmly. Lucian opened his eyes, panicked, and was met with Bruno’s angry emeralds.
“If you’re going to make me fuck you, at least try to make it possible for me to stay hard, would you? Not only do I have to close my eyes to avoid looking at that thing you call a face, now I have to endure your shrill voice too? Not with me.” Bruno growled out.
With a quick motion, he flipped Lucian onto his stomach, as the brute pressed himself onto the bottom’s back, caging him with his arms. One of his hands found its spot over Lucian’s mouth again. He resumed his thrusts.
Lucian was livid. The audacity of this man. So he really felt nothing for him? This was all just forced? Is that why he busted so early the night before? Yeah, he doubted that. No matter what Bruno said, Lucian was sure his body had enticed the tyrant at least a little bit. That sicko could imagine whoever he wanted, but nothing would change the fact it was Lucian’s body in the actual act. And it would be Lucian’s body on the recording as well.
Closing his eyes, he went off to his favorite fuck buddy again. Lucian pretended it was the man’s instrument going in and out of his rear. Imagined that beautiful tenor whisper sweet things into his ear. This image alone got him hard and needy as he started thrusting slightly too.
The motions continued on for a minute or two. Both participants deep in their own world. Yet he was broken out of his reverie by Bruno – again. This time, by his voice. The irony of the situation wasn’t lost to him.
“Oh yeah, that’s it. You like this, don’t you? Like it when I do it just like this? Yeah? I like you just as much, don’t worry. I’ll show you the best time you’ve ever had.” Bruno snarled out of himself.
Lucian looked over at his face, His eyes were still closed, mind wandering. Wandering to Daniel. Poor guy. While Lucian hated him only a little less than Bruno, he would wish Bruno’s perversion onto no one.
He could feel the thrusts into his backside get sloppier and more irregular. The sound of skin hitting skin made him sicker than the sensation itself. How could anyone enjoy Bruno? He reeked like a gym despite having taken a shower; his thick unruly chest hair scratched him all over his back; his slams hurt more than they pleasured. In Lucian’s eyes, Bruno truly was born to exclusively cause pain and suffering.
This train of thought was paused temporarily as he felt Bruno’s weight fully on his body, a groan shooting through the room. The condom expanded in his guts. Silence. It was over. Finally.
Wordlessly, Bruno raised himself up from the bed, letting the rubber slip off from his softening length. Lucian turned his head around to see his tormentor wordlessly stand up and pull up his clothes again. With the same nonchalance, the door to his room was opened and closed shut. He was alone.
Immediately Lucian’s hands dove for his crotch as he stroked himself to completion, resuming his pleasant sexual memory dive. It didn’t take long for his spill to be all over the sheets beneath him. Panting, he reached around for his ass and pulled out the used condom, tying a knot on it and tossing it onto the ground. He could take care of it later.
The top priority was the recording. With shaky limbs he crawled to his pillow and reached for his phone. It was laying flat on the bed. Fuck. FUCK. Had he done all of this for nothing? Would he have to let Bruno’s disgusting cock into himself again to get a proper video?
Lucian quickly ended the recording and checked the footage. There, he could see the exact moment it fell. It was… It was Lucian reaching over to get a condom. That was apparently enough to make the phone fall and his whole plan with it. FUCK. He was so frustrated. Agitated. He hated the idea of having to do this again. Especially after Bruno’s ‘beautiful’ comments.
He checked the entirety of the recording. The sound was still there, so at least that was something. And so was the beginning of their uncomfortable tryst. But was that enough? Normally, Lucian would say it was plenty, but this was Bruno. Bruno fucking Greene. The man who could seemingly get away with anything. No, he’d do it again. He had to. He’d get a proper recording that showed everything, from start to finish. Something that no one could doubt or refute. No matter how much he’d have to use his body, he would get it.
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A few minutes earlier…
Everyone was being so weird. Daniel could not help but ponder the recent state of the household. Dad and Lucian were both more sensitive than usual. Dad had been mean and sometimes downright cruel for years now, but it was as if his fuse was going haywire lately. And Lucian? Never one to stay quiet, but he was testing the waters a bit too boldly. He didn’t even think twice before eating in the kitchen today. Let alone him chatting up dad all the time! That was the most alarming shift to Daniel. Everyone knew what would be the end result, yet he kept doing it. Was he going fully mental?
Speaking of going mental, Daniel certainly was. The fact he didn’t know about something regarding his dad was one matter. But that Lucian did? Dad told Lucian, but not Daniel? This was weird. This was too weird. What could it possibly be? Daniel doubted dad was in trouble. First of all, dad was never in trouble. He was too smart to get into it and even if he did, he’d find a way out. Daniel was sure of it. And second of all, there’s no way dad would tell Lucian about that. If anything, the far more likely scenario would be Lucian finding out about it on his own and then getting punished for that knowledge. These things never changed. That was the one certainty in life Daniel relied on.
But they had changed! Daniel rolled over onto his other side. His mind went through all possible topics: money, relationships, work, hobbies, anything that plopped up in his mind. Yet not one of the options he could think of explained his dad saying something to Lucian, but not to Daniel. It made him feel… lost. Uneasy. He had spent years learning his father’s patterns and reactions. What pleased him and what angered him. Which response meant which mood. Which words were indicative of which emotion. His mind was fully adapted to his dad’s behavior. But this was different! What was he supposed to make of this? Was it a mid-life crisis of some sort? Did Lucian do something? Did Peter know too? Questions, but no answers.
Frustration. That was the one final emotion which all of his thoughts led to. Deep, loud, anxious frustration. Was he still able of reining in his dad if he lost his temper again? Like at Daniel’s birthday last year? He could not help but shudder at the memory. He hated seeing his poor brothers suffer like that. That’s why he had decided to sacrifice himself and take the brunt of Bruno’s anger when they were little. And it had worked. Dad loved him… at least he assumed so. Dad paid attention to him and not his brothers, letting them get away with a lot more. Dad would calm down when Daniel convinced him to. It was truly so much easier for everyone involved. But now this safety net was crumbling.
What if Lucian did something that provoked Bruno again, and this time Daniel’s pleas would not be enough to stop it? What if… what if Bruno started hating Daniel again. But he wouldn’t do that… would he? Not after years of peace… Daniel’s heart thumped loudly in his chest as he could not fall asleep. As much as he wanted to, his eyes simply refused to close. His heart would not still.
Somewhere in his mind, there was also a sliver of another emotion… irritation. The way his two housemates spoke the past few days bugged him to no end. That weird kitchen conversation with Lucian. He could not for the life of him puzzle out what that was about. The way his brother was so evasive and cold this summer, yet had let him stay on his lap during movie night? It made zero sense to Daniel. And dad? That gift which came out of nowhere. Takeout which, while delicious, was completely out of the blue. And that whole little speech? His dad was not one for big theatrics, which made it seem so out of place.
But the main problem of the night – dad had still not gone to sleep. It was his bedtime, so where was he? Sure, only a few minutes, but dad was a punctual man. Over the years, Daniel’s sense of hearing had attuned itself very strongly to Bruno’s sounds. His breath, his voice, his footsteps. And Daniel could tell with absolute certainty that he had heard no trace of his dad anywhere near his bedroom door. Did he stay up late with Lucian again? Like the night before? That situation also bothered him to no end – had they ever stayed up late like that before? None of them seemed to complain afterwards. He could even hear Bruno enter his room at night normally – just a bit late, that’s all. But if it was a good interaction, then this was unprecedented. Daniel could not remember a situation like that before. Ever. Bruno and Lucian in one room together alone would always end up with Lucian getting hurt in some type of way.
That was enough. Daniel tossed away the blanket from himself as he quietly sneaked out into the hallway. Quiet movement was another one of the many skills he had acquired to be able to deal with his dad better. His plan was to make his way down the stairs to see what his dad was up to. But sounds drifted into his ear from Lucian’s room.
A bed was creaking. There was a distinct slapping sound – skin meeting skin at a fast pace. Repeatedly. An occasional thump or two. What was going on? Then a moan. What? Another moan. Daniel was stumped at what he was hearing. That was Lucian’s voice, unmistakably. Was he jacking off? What kind of style was he employing to move the bed that much. But that was of no import to him. He did what he originally planned to and walked down the stairs.
Nothing. The TV was off, the room cold. No light was on either. Not coming from under any door either. Where was dad? He couldn’t have gone to his room. Daniel would have noticed. Up the stairs he went. Then Lucian’s room caught his attention again. The sounds shifted. They were still the same, yet… different. Faster and rougher. Louder too. And added to Lucian’s was another voice. A deeper one. One that sounded suspiciously like dad’s. For a while it was only grunting, but then.
“Oh yeah, that’s it. You like this, don’t you? Like it when I do it just like this? Yeah? I like you just as much, don’t worry. I’ll show you the best time you’ve ever had.”
Huh? That was definitely dad’s voice. There was no mistake about it. But… Daniel didn’t want to believe it was. What was he saying? And what were they doing? All of the sounds pointed to one option and one option only… but that couldn’t be it, right? Daniel’s hand hovered over the handle, but abruptly stopped. What was he about to do? He knew what was going on. Everyone would with those sounds. And they only got louder. It was clear as day what was going on behind that door… but how? And why?
Daniel’s arm hairs stood up, chills coursing through his spine multiple times. He let his hand fall. He didn’t have to see to know. He simply sneaked back into his room and closed the door shut. His back hit the mattress as his body sunk into it, just like his mind sunk into numerous speculatory scenarios.
His dad and half-brother were having sex. Actual, full-on sex. And judging by the sounds, they both enjoyed it too. He had images in his mind. While he had never had the chance to gather experience himself, he had seen enough porn to know a few things. Positions, anatomy, fluids, everything came together in his mind. He tried to shake the thoughts off, but he couldn’t. New arrangements kept coming into his brain, flooding it. He was shivering, stomach constricted and ready to blow. What was he supposed to do? How was anyone supposed to react to a revelation like this?
The worst part was – it all hit him. The puzzle pieces clicked. The weird behavior from the both of them seemed a lot less weird when he brought the possibility of sex into the picture. But… why? And since when did his dad like Lucian? Was that just dirty talk? But why would he… Daniel could not think straight. His body was distracting him with violent reactions to the truth he had just been exposed to.
A question from before became relevant again: What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t just ask the two of them, could he? At least not directly. Was he just supposed to come out guns blazing and ask them full-frontal style? ‘Hey, did you two bang last night?’ Ridiculous idea. For how long had this even been a thing? Did it start only recently? Had it been there longer and Daniel was just too stupid to realize?
Sleep won Daniel over eventually, as he laid prone on the bed, mind droning on. Yet when the rings of his alarm hit him, he jolted awake – immediately thinking back to what he fell asleep to. There was no escape from it. But there was also no fighting it. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He knew dad had gone to sleep shortly after Daniel sneaked back. The footsteps and door were loud enough to snap him out of his reverie. But now it was time to see dad off. As per usual on a work day.
Daniel changed and was about to go and brush his teeth, when he noticed the unmistakable boot prints on the floor. Dad would always keep his work boots in his bedroom, for whatever reason. This time around, Daniel was happy that was the case. Rushing down the stairs, he found dad already at the front door – ready.
“Oh, hi, champ. Sorry, but I have to go to work a bit earlier today. Didn’t want to wake you. Go and get some more sleep, you deserve it.” Bruno quickly said and exited out of the house.
Daniel stood on the stairs stunned. He hadn’t even had a chance to say anything. Moreover, his dad had not been called into work early for years now. So today was an exception? No. This was all way too fishy. It had to be related somehow. It had to.
He started to move, his body still feeling strange. As if it were all a dream. Maybe that was his hope. His delusion. He started living his normal routine. Showering, giving the floors a mopping, making breakfast for himself, unclogging the drains in the house and every other menial task one could imagine. But he was just going through the motions this time around. No smile on his lips, his head heavy with speculations.
Not noticing how, the sun had long risen. He was just sitting on the living room couch, quietly, looking into the blank void of the TV. He just… couldn’t believe it – didn’t even know how to feel about this. His hope was that maybe chores would help, but no, he was just as preoccupied by whatever it was that he had perceived. But one thing was clear – the fear in him started to win over the other emotions. Fear of losing control of the life at home. Of not feeling safe anymore, because he couldn’t predict his dad’s behavior. Of dad himself…
“Hey, bro, you good? You’ve been staring off into space for a good while now.” Lucian said out of nowhere.
Daniel got startled and rapidly turned around to meet his brother’s gaze. He was definitely not ready to talk to him yet. But he had to say something – the raised eyebrow Lucian gave him made him stammer out a response.
“Oh, uh, i-it’s nothing. I j-just got a bit lost in thought. Been a rough morning for me. Didn’t sleep quite well.”
It wasn’t a lie, but it was definitely scratching the surface of the actual problem. He was staring into the face of half of the issue.
“Alright, then.” Lucian said, seemingly satisfied with the answer.
Before Lucian could reach the bathroom, Daniel spoke up.
“Say, bro… Does dad seem a bit off to you? Like… like he’s hiding something… Or dealing with something. He certainly seems a bit weird to me.” Daniel said, trying to skirt around the actual matter.
“I dunno. He always seems off to me. Maybe justice really does exist and he’s finally terminally ill. But nah, that’d be too good to be true.” Lucian said before disappearing into the bathroom.
That response was very much what Daniel would expect from his older brother. The disdain. The hatred. Emotions he was used to and knew how to deal with. But then the troubling events made even less sense. No matter how much he thought about it, he just ended up going in circles. No matter how he spun it, he could not make heads or tails of it.
But maybe he could get another person’s view? Someone close enough to all of them. Someone who maybe had more information than Daniel, as much as it pained him to admit that possibility. With a tentative hand, he pulled out his phone from his pocket.
> Daniel: Hey, it’s me. Sorry for the sudden notice, but could I come over for a bit? I need to talk to you. It’s about dad and Lucian.