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      Equalists, Korra/Mako_(Avatar)
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      Mako_(Avatar), Bolin_(Avatar), Korra_(Avatar)
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      Published: 2017-08-29 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 7198
****** Blurring Boundaries ******
by aTaCo9
Summary
     Bolin and Mako are captured by Equalist terrorists. This story
     chronicles their time in prison together. Warnings: dark & twisted;
     rape; noncon; incest; voyeurism; violence; beatings; underage; slash.
     This story is NOT for the fainthearted-you've been warned! Bolin/
     Mako, Mako/Bolin, Makolin, Boko. This work is meant to take place in
     a universe parallel (and also very similar) to the Headcanon
     universe.
***** Part 1: Captured *****
Mako opened his eyes slowly and groaned. He felt sore all over but instantly
recognized the cause of his dull ache, having felt it before. Electricity. This
was definitely not good.
The last thing he remembered was fighting off a mass of Equalists with Bolin.
There were so many…it was impossible odds, really. The bending brothers were
doing pretty well, but one of the non-benders had apparently slipped past and
must have grabbed him with an electric glove. If this was the case then the
worst has happened: he has been captured by the enemy.
“Mako?” Bolin’s voice whispered from a few feet away. Mako closed his eyes
again. No. Not Bolin. He knew he was strong enough to handle the sorts of
things that might happen to him in an enemy prison: beatings, torture, even
rape. But he also knew he would break completely if he watched Bolin suffer.
His younger brother was always his weak spot.
Mako tried to sit up fully and realized for the first time that he was
restrained. Metal cuffs snaked around his wrists, pinning them above his head.
A glance across the cell revealed that Bolin was similarly sitting—slouched,
with his arms pinned above him.
Mako took a deep breath in an attempt to remove any shakiness from his voice.
“Hey bro. It’s going to be okay. I’m sure Korra will be here soon to break us
out of this joint.” He tried to smile reassuringly. Being so practiced at it,
comforting Bolin was easy, natural—second nature even.
Bolin opened his mouth to reply but stopped and turned his head. Voices were
approaching from the hallway in front of their cells. Suddenly two male guards
appeared: an older, taller one with amber eyes and a younger, squat one with
green eyes. Mako noted the superficial similarity to him and his brother
immediately and offhandedly wondered if it was intentional.
“Well look at this—it appears our prisoners are finally awake. Now we can
finally have some fun!” The green-eyed guard’s expression was jubilant as he
turned towards Bolin. “I like the looks of this chubby one: all sweetness and
innocence. I can’t wait to break you in, you bending abomination!”
Fuck, fuck, FUCK! This cannot be happening! Still dazed and aching, Mako sat up
as straight as possible, pulling his arms forward and testing the strength of
his restraints.
“Oh hello there, big brother,” the guard continued, glancing his way at the
sound of his shifting chains. “Sadly for you I don’t think you’re going to
enjoy our little show very much. I think we’ll start by sampling his mouth…then
maybe that hot ass. Of course, we shouldn’t just think of ourselves. Your
brother MUST get some pleasure out of this too.”
Mako looked over at Bolin whose eyes were growing wider and wider as the guard
continued. Bolin’s mouth dropped open and he glanced up, meeting his brother’s
gaze. Apparently embarrassed to the point of speechlessness, the earthbender
looked away, an attractive blush coloring his cheeks. Both guards were looking
at him now as if he were a rare slab of meat.
Mako felt a seething rage fill him and he rattled his chains without thinking,
attracting the attention of both guards.
“No! No…please…” Mako struggled against his restraints, trying to think of
something he could say to deter the guards’ intentions. He spoke again,
practically yelling now, saying the first thing that popped into his head. “You
don’t want to do this to him. He’s not of age! He’s only sixteen!” Desperate
panic filled his voice.
The younger guard looked incredulous before breaking into a peal of cruel
laughter. But the older hesitated, a look of uncertainty on his face. Mako
addressed him when he next spoke.
“Please don’t do this to him—he’s just a child! It’s not just cruel, but
it’s…wrong. Take me instead. If you do, I swear that I will do anything you
want. I will be…cooperative…” His voice trailed off as the amber-eyed guard’s
look of uncertainty turned into a predatory glaze.
“Oh will you now?” He purred, looking Mako up and down. Mako closed his eyes,
sickened by the words he had just spoken. “You won’t resist…no matter what?”
“MAKO, NO!” Bolin interrupted. “PLEASE don’t do this!”
“I have to, Bo.” Mako said, quieter this time. “I won’t resist. You have my
word.”
The older guard smiled cruelly and opened the gate. He approached Mako,
unhooking his restraints and grabbing his wrist cuffs. The younger guard went
straight to Bolin who was struggling wildly against his restraints and swearing
profusely at the guards.
“None of that now. Open wide,” the younger guard said. “Otherwise we’ll have to
punish your brother for your dirty mouth.” Bolin instantly stopped struggling
and opened his mouth, allowing the guard to tie a piece of cloth around him in
a cruel mockery of gentleness. The guard began to stroke his cheek suggestively
and Bolin, unable now to voice his complaints, shut his eyes.
Mako felt red-hot rage course through him once again. He took a deep breath,
quelling his urge to bend. Think. This isn’t the time for violence.
“I thought I would be enough for you, but I see that’s not the case,” he
addressed the younger guard, trying to put a hint of suggestiveness into his
words. The young earthbender was trembling at the guard’s touch, now stroking
up and down his neck, and had scooted back into the wall as far as he could.
The guard turned his gaze to Mako and started towards his side of the cell.
Thank the spirits. Bolin opened his eyes and shouted something into his gag,
but it was not audible.
“Stand up,” the younger guard ordered. In a flash he had undone Mako’s
restraints and had redone them so that he was attached to a metal hook hanging
from the ceiling, his arms stretched above his head. The green-eyed guard
produced a knife and Mako felt a sudden jolt of fear. The guard began cutting
away Mako’s shirt roughly.
“Stand still,” the guard said, snickering. “We wouldn’t want there to be any
accidents, now would we?”
His shirt in tatters, the guards easily peeled it off before starting on his
pants. Mako looked from them to his brother, who was watching him with an
expression that combined both terror and horror. I’m sorry, Bolin, Mako thought
and closed his eyes once more before the last shreds of his clothing fell off.
A sound of a metal belt clasp being undone and sliding out of one of the
guard’s pants caused Mako to jump. Not an unexpected sound, but definitely not
a comforting one. Mako heard Bolin’s muffled shouts, which was all the warning
he received before he felt a sudden, sharp slap to his back.
Mako gasped, unprepared. The belt slapped down onto his back again, and another
jolt of pain went through him. Again and again the belt fell as Mako bit his
bottom lip to keep from crying out. Ten, twenty, thirty, forty lashes, and the
pace remained just as fast as it had at the beginning. The guards began aiming
at especially painful places: the sides of his ribs, spots where he had already
been hit, and the soft crease between his thighs and butt, clearly trying to
solicit a reaction. Finally, defeated, Mako let his cries sound, wishing,
praying that the beating would stop.
Eventually it did. Mako, incredibly relieved, heard the sound of his chains
being lowered and felt a hand push him to his knees. Mako opened his eyes and
glanced at Bolin, who had tears silently streaming down his cheeks. Definitely
not good.
The older guard took something out of his pocket. “Open your mouth,” he
instructed and Mako complied. Mako felt a cold and metallic object being
inserted, and tried to close his mouth. The thing—some sort of metallic
ring—had stretched his jaw uncomfortably, leaving Mako no choice but to keep
his mouth wide.
“There now, it would be such a shame for you to accidently nip one of us while
we used that tight mouth of yours,” the younger guard said in a parody of
sweetness. “This ring gag will prevent anything like that from happening.”
Mako saw the guard approach his face, the man’s hard cock already freed from
his pants. Sickened, Mako closed his eyes as the guard tilted his head upwards
and shoved his dick inside his mouth.
Mako opened his eyes, alarmed and gagging on the guard’s cock. The ring gag and
his bound arms allowed him no purchase and he could not stop the guard from
shoving his cock all the way down his throat. Mako felt a rush of panic as he
gasped for air until the man pulled out, only to ferociously push in again
almost immediately.
The guard pumped his hips back and forth, impaling himself deep into Mako’s
mouth and throat. Bolin had stopped crying and was looking at Mako with a
terrible expression of pity. Mako shut his eyes, resigned to the fact that this
was happening right now and there was nothing he could do to make it stop.
With a shudder the guard poured his semen down Mako’s throat. Coughing and
sputtering, the firebender choked again before the guard pulled out leisurely.
Mako tried to swallow all of it so that Bolin wouldn’t have to see that, but
cum leaked out of the sides of his mouth anyway. Mako looked at Bolin again,
who was now sobbing silently once more.
The older guard removed Mako’s chains from the ceiling and attached his cuffed
hands so that he was facing the wall opposite Bolin, bent over nearly in half.
“On your hands and knees, bender,” the guard said roughly, shoving Mako down.
Mako complied, his already sore knees protesting as he assumed the demanded
position.
Thankful that he no longer forced to watch the expression on his younger
brother’s face, Mako could not suppress a gasp of horror as the elder guard
shoved two slickened fingers roughly inside of him. They must have been
carrying some sort of lubricant for exactly this purpose because the entrance
was quick and smooth. A third and then a fourth finger quickly joined in,
stretching him uncomfortably.
Mako only had a moment to feel relief before the guard entered him in one swift
motion. The firebender stifled a whimper of pain—it hurt, damnit—but he had to
stay strong and brave. Any sounds of distress would make Bolin feel even worse.
The guard started to pump slowly, back and forth, moaning appreciatively at the
tightness.
The green-eyed guard moved to Mako’s side and began to suggestively stroke his
chest, slowly moving downwards. And damnit to hell—Mako could feel his body
start to respond after a few minutes of his ministrations. Feeling betrayed by
his body’s reactions, he gasped as the younger guard grabbed his dick, half
horrified and half wanting him to continue.
The elder guard continued to pump into him and the younger continued to stroke
him, and eventually Mako was rock hard and dripping. After a few more minutes
the burning sensation in his rear was replaced by a much more pleasant feeling.
This time Mako held back sounds of pleasure, but he couldn’t help but gasp as
he was brought closer to the edge.
Completely incongruous with his situation, a sudden wave of pleasure alerted
Mako that he was about to come. Moaning as quietly as he could, his cock
spurted as the green-eyed guard above him pumped even harder. A few minutes
later the elder guard was moaning as well and the pumping behind him finally
stopped.
The younger guard moved to Bolin and issued a series of striking jabs, chi
blocking him, before moving back to Mako and performing the same act. Both
brothers were then unchained from the walls, Bolin still gagged and clothed and
Mako naked and dripping with cum.
“Have a nice night, boys,” the younger guard said, throwing a dirty looking
blanket into the cell as he locked the doors.
After a few moments, feeling incredibly sore and stiff, Mako crawled over to
Bolin who had taken off his gag and had tears silently streaming down his face.
“I…I’m sorry…” he started, but Bolin cut him off.
“No! Mako…please. I…can’t. Just please…sleep?” Bolin asked, his voice
trembling.
Mako nodded and moved to lay himself down on an old, filthy looking cot that
was pushed against the backside of the cell. Bolin joined him and rested his
head on his older brother’s shoulders, tucking under his arm and huddling
around the firebender’s body as if for warmth, just like when they were kids.
Exhausted and emotionally drained, Mako pulled the blanket over them and
wrapped his arms around his younger brother tightly.
***** Part 2: Torture *****
It was a full day before the cruel guards approached them again. Other guards
had been by, briefly dropping off food and water and replacing the makeshift
bucket that currently served as their lavatory, but no one had approached the
brothers or had demanded anything from them.
When they did appear they wore hard expressions and terrifying smiles. Fuck,
thought Mako. Could this possibly get any worse?
Without preamble, the green-eyed guard started speaking. “We’ve been thinking
about the…problem…with the earthbender.” Both guards shifted their gaze to
Bolin, who had an expression of terror on his face and was slowly backing up.
“We’ve decided that…despite his current state…we would like to see him
thoroughly fucked.”
Mako felt a pit of dread form in his stomach. Keep a cool head. Maybe I can
reason with them again.
“Listen, you don’t need to do that. I’ve already promised to do anything you
want,” Mako emphasized the word anything. Mako continued, “He’s just a kid.
Please, please don’t hurt him.”
“Oh, don’t worry—we’re not going to. YOU are,” the guard replied.
“What? What do you…oh no…” the horror of realization dawned on Mako.
“No…please…no…” he finished lamely.
“Well, it’s your choice. Personally, I’d be delighted to sample your brother’s
finer assets. I can guarantee, though, that he won’t like it very much when we
tear him open. Really, we’ve granting you a great favor here. If you do it you
might be a bit more…gentler.”
Mako closed his eyes in panic. He knew he was being manipulated but he could
also see the logic in the guard’s words. If he didn’t fuck Bolin the guards
would tear him apart. Even though the thought of hurting his brother…having sex
with him…disgusted Mako, he knew he could be gentle and could see that his
brother enjoyed it in a way that the guards certainly wouldn’t.
“Fine.” Mako’s voice was barely above a whisper. He turned around to face his
younger brother. To his surprise Bolin was staring straight at him, mouth
closed and eyes meeting his. Mako approached him, slowly and cautiously, the
way one might come upon an injured wolfbat trapped indoors.
Bolin held his brother’s gaze as he approached. He opened his arms, enveloping
Mako in a chaste embrace. Bolin leaned in to whisper directly into Mako’s ear.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, so quietly that Mako could barely make it out.
Certainly the guards wouldn’t hear him. “I’m glad it’s you. I…I’d much rather
it be you. Please Mako, do this for me?”
And this was the worst torture yet. His own brother was trying to comfort
him—giving him permission to rape him, even begging him to do it. This is SO
fucked up.
Mako swallowed his nausea before he leaned in and gently kissed his brother on
the cheek, almost shyly. “Just relax, Bo,” he whispered against his brother’s
skin. “Try to relax, please. It will be better for you if you do.”
Mako kissed down the side of the earthbender’s jaw before placing a single
prudish kiss on his lips. Pulling back to give him a moment, Mako gently kissed
his lips again, this time slightly parting his mouth. Again and again Mako
moved his lips, gently, sweetly, until Bolin responded in kind by opening his
mouth. And this shouldn’t have felt as pleasant as it did…it was wrong,
dirty…but Mako couldn’t help the flutter of excitement that surged through him
when Bolin’s tongue met his for the first time. They continued on, Mako kissing
Bolin almost reverently for several more minutes.
“Alright, enough of that,” the green-eyed guard huffed impatiently from outside
their cell. “Get to some touching, firebender. And I want to see cocksucking
too.”
Bolin’s eyes opened and he instantly stiffened under Mako’s caresses. Cursing
the guards silently, Mako again whispered at his brother to relax, just please
relax before kissing down the sides of his neck. Memories flooded him as he
brushed against Bolin’s collarbone with his mouth:
He was eight and Bolin was six and they had been evicted from their home just
three nights before. Bolin was lying on a park bench and Mako was on his knees
in the grass, trying to get him to settle down and go to sleep. Mako had
covered him with their blanket and was playing the game their late mother had
reserved for Bolin at bedtime. She called it “Kiss the baby!” and it involved
naming body parts and pressing her lips to them chastely.
Cheek…kiss…chin…kiss…shoulder…kiss…elbow…kiss…knee…
With a start Mako forced himself back to the present. Pushing the memory aside,
the firebender reached to undo his younger brother’s sash before carefully
peeling away his outer shirt. As Mako tugged his brother’s undershirt above his
head, memories of taking care of Bolin—dressing and undressing him as a young
child—once again filled his mind. Mako tried to suppress a shudder as his
stomach twisted into a knot. Breathing deeply and mastering himself, Mako
stroked up and down Bolin’s now bare chest gently, while kissing along his
upper ribs. After a few more minutes of tender ministrations Mako began to kiss
down the center of his chest, gradually moving lower and lower.
Bolin stiffened and opened his eyes, gasping, just as Mako reached his abdomen.
“Mako…" he whimpered, pushing feebly at the firebender’s face. Nauseated and
hating himself, Mako ignored his brother’s cry and removed the earthbender’s
hand from his cheek. He opened his fly and tugged down his pants, quickly
moving his mouth so as to gently brush the tips of his lips against his
brother’s still-covered penis. Before he lost his nerve, Mako pulled down his
shorts. Bolin was half-hard already, and it didn’t take long to stroke him to
his full length with the palms of his hands.
Mako closed his eyes again and gently licked around the rim of his brother’s
dick. He tasted like soap and muskiness and something vaguely earthy, like a
mixture of fresh-cut grass and warm dirt. Mako licked up and down the shaft a
few times on the underside, and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breathe
from his brother. Mako put his brother’s dick fully into his mouth before
beginning to bob his head up and down slowly, gently, not hurting, just making
Bolin feel good.
And again, he shouldn’t be enjoying this but damnit, those gasps and soft
whimpers that Bolin was making were shooting little jolts of pleasure straight
into his stomach and groin. As Mako continued to gently pleasure the
earthbender, he felt himself hardening. What is WRONG with me? he wondered,
mouth full of dick. But he couldn’t help but think all sorts of inappropriate
thoughts: if this was Bolin’s first time, if it felt as good as he was making
it seem, and what he could do to make it even more enjoyable.
Mako continued his ministrations for several more minutes until the green-eyed
guard interrupted once more. “Enough. We can all see what dirty whores you two
are. You both look so…practiced…I wouldn’t be surprised if you do this all the
time.” The guard smirked at the two brothers, and tossed a bottle to the floor
of their cell. “Now fuck him.”
The curtness and cruelty of the guard’s words washed over the young firebender.
Mako released Bolin’s penis and stood up, moving back to his face. Mako kissed
gently along his brother’s cheek as he lowered him down onto the mat where they
had slept last night. His penis hard and leaking, Bolin didn’t look nearly as
hesitant as he had before Mako had started blowing him.
Mako took a bottle the guard had thrown at him and opened it. He coated his
fingers liberally with the sweet-smelling oil, before rubbing it onto his
penis. Oh my, that does feel nice. On impulse he stroked his oily hand over
Bolin’s rock-hard dick, earning a moan from the reclining earthbender.
Gently, lovingly, Mako brushed one finger against his brother’s entrance before
pushing inside. Determined not to hurt Bolin, Mako stroked in and out of him
for a full minute before adding a second finger. Wiggling his fingers towards
the ceiling, Mako felt something hard and pea-shaped, and Bolin gasped. His
prostate, Mako thought, rubbing it again. This time Bolin moaned louder and
Mako once again felt a jolt of arousal at the sound.
Mako added more oil before pushing in a third and then a fourth finger. Each
time he added more width he was sure to rub Bolin’s prostate, eliciting gasps
and moans. Finally he could delay no longer. Mako again coated his dick
liberally with oil before positioning himself. Mako kissed Bolin sweetly,
brushing his mouth over his brother’s lips and meeting his tongue, as he pushed
inside.
Bolin gasped into his mouth and whimpered softly. Mako stilled, allowing the
teenage earthbender time to adjust, pulling back to look at his brother’s face.
Bolin felt the movement and opened his eyes, meeting his gaze. A stream of
emotions played across Bolin’s features in short
succession…fear…pain…arousal…guilt…and something else. Love? He had always been
so easy to read, so expressive.
Mako gently pulled out of his younger brother before pushing back in slowly.
The pleasurable feeling was already threatening to overwhelm him, and they had
just started.
“That’s it, Bo,” Mako gasped out, pushing into his brother again. “You’re doing
so well.”
In response Bolin let out a louder moan. Knowing he wasn’t going to last long,
Mako reached down to grasp his brother’s dick. Mako grabbed it tightly,
noticing that it was still slick from the oil, and began stroking.
After a more few minutes of slow gyrations, Mako could feel his impending
release. He speed up his stroking of Bolin, hoping to bring him some amount of
pleasure from this violation. After a minute Bolin gasped and released a
strangled sound as he shot a load of white-hot semen.
One, two, three more strokes were all it took. He knew it was fucked up, but as
Mako let loose an amazingly intense orgasm, he couldn’t ever recall having
enjoyed a lover quite as much as he had Bolin.
When it was over, Mako turned to look at the guards who were wearing identical
smirks.
“Thanks for the show, benders,” the green-eyed guard spat, before walking away,
the elder guard on his heels.
Mako looked down at his brother, suddenly and painfully aware that he was still
inside of him. Blushing, Mako pulled out slowly, carefully angling himself to
cause a minimum amount of friction.
Bolin had his eyes closed again and wore a completely neutral expression.
Mako’s stomach dropped at the sight.
“Bo…I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. Are you okay?” Mako asked hesitatingly,
rolling off of him and onto his side.
Though he kept his eyes closed, Bolin’s voice came out surprisingly steady
after just a moment’s pause. “Yes, Mako. It’s fine…I’m fine. You did what you
had to do…just like you always have. I’m glad it was you and not them. You
actually made it feel…kind of nice. Are you okay?” Bolin opened his eyes at the
last question, meeting Mako’s.
“Yes, of course,” replied Mako. I’m not the one who was just raped. When Bolin
didn’t reply Mako lay back on the cot, conscientiously leaving a few inches
between them.
To his surprise Bolin immediately rolled over and curled against him, pushing
Mako back and lifting his arm so that he could rest his head on his brother’s
shoulder. A fierce feeling of protectiveness filled Mako as he curled his arm
around his younger brother, hugging him tightly against his chest.
***** Part 3: Forced *****
Mako was raped again and again. Every time he heard the jangle of the guard’s
walk outside of their cell a pit of dread formed in his stomach. What would it
be today? A beating? Blowjob? Rape? All three? Or would they force him to
copulate with Bolin while they watched and taunted them?
The young firebender was getting to know all sorts of things about the guards
that he wished he could forget, such as how close to orgasm they were based on
their movements and sounds, their personal kinks and fetishes, and exactly how
to bring them off with his mouth. The older guard was more direct, preferring
to cum from fucking Mako doggie style, hard, while he was gasping and moaning.
The green-eyed guard was much more sadistic and often thought of new ways to
torture him. He preferred to cum from slow paced blowjobs while Mako was
restrained in uncomfortable positions.
They did awful things to Mako almost every day. He was beaten with various
implements—belts, whips, paddles—usually while tied down. On several occasions
the guards took turns burning him after he had been chi blocked. They seemed to
find it especially amusing to elicit Mako’s screams in this manner, probably
because of his bending proclivity. The green-eyed guard also invented a pastime
that he referred to as “Firebender Pincushion.” This involved poking Mako all
over his naked body with tiny, sharp pins in cruel patterns. Mako absolutely
hated it and felt horrible dread every time he saw the box of pins clutched in
the guard’s hand.
But the worst, the absolute worst was when they made him fuck Bolin. They never
beat Bolin or tortured him—thank the fucking spirits that was reserved for
Mako—but they often forced Mako to go down on or have sex with the young
earthbender while they jeered. The guards always dictated the pace and
activities, and inevitably wanted Mako to fuck him too soon—before Bolin was
fully stretched and prepared.
And perhaps the most horrible thing was that Bolin didn’t seem to blame him.
When they were alone at night, huddled together under their dirty blanket,
Bolin would whisper sweet things in his ear. Things like it’s not your fault
and you’re just doing what you have to and I don’t mind, Mako, really. And Mako
suspected that that last statement was becoming true, that Bolin really didn’t
mind anymore. He frequently caught his brother looking at him with a strange
expression on his face after he had been with the guards. Was that jealousy
playing across his features?
The teenage firebender began to have extremely vivid dreams centered on his and
his brother’s troubled past. Sometimes these dreams turned into unrealistic
nightmares, but for the most part they were simply recollections of bad things
that had actually happened, situations that his current plight reminded him of.
He was nine and Bolin was seven and they had been living in an old, derelict
building for almost three months. It was freezing cold outside, snowing and
gusting, and Bolin was sobbing with fright and hunger. Mako was trying to keep
focused on the fire he was generating so that they wouldn’t freeze to death,
but he was so incredibly tired, his arm hurt from the constant bending, and all
he wanted to do was sleep. Bolin just wouldn’t stop crying and whining, it was
MakoMakoMakoMako constantly. Mako turned and bellowed at him to SHUT THE FUCK
UP, using the grown-up swear for the first time, and two involuntary fireballs
burst from his hands. He doubted he would ever forget Bolin’s expression of
terror as he immediately shut his mouth and scooted backwards as fast as he
little legs would allow…
He was thirteen, almost fourteen, and Bolin had just turned twelve. He had been
out taking bets for the Triple Threats, and he just couldn’t bring himself to
let Bolin accompany him—not yet because he was too young, even though he had
only been ten when he had started this line of work. It was the end of the
night when Mako found himself cornered in a dark ally by a posse of rival gang
members. He fought valiantly, but they easily outmaneuvered him, grabbing and
pinning him. Two of them held his arms out from his sides while one of the
bigger ones hit and punched him over and over and over again, his face, his
chest, and his stomach. When it was over he just lay in the street and wished
for unconsciousness, or better yet death; but then he remembered that Bolin was
at home, hungry and probably frightened that he hadn’t yet returned. In agony
he had dragged himself back to his brother but there was blood everywhere and
when Bolin saw him he screamed…
He was fifteen and Bolin was thirteen, and his brother’s jerking movements had
woken him up. Mako opened his eyes, about to ask if something was wrong, but
suddenly Bolin was moaning and Mako realized what was happening. Blushing
furiously, he shut his eyes again but he couldn’t move away without Bolin
realizing he was awake. With a cry Bolin came and Mako felt absolutely
mortified; he didn’t think he’d ever be able to look his little brother in the
eye again. It seemed to take forever for him to clean up, and Mako had to call
upon all of his restraint and self-discipline to not to pull away when Bolin
pressed himself against his back…
Mako awoke with a start from that last dream, his heart racing and his
breathing unsteady. Bolin was laying on his side and was tightly pressed
against his back, his upper leg extending slightly over Mako’s, positioned
exactly as the thirteen-year-old version of himself had been in his dream. Mako
blushed as he realized that both of them were both sporting rather obvious
erections. The firebender gently pulled away, managing to put a few inches of
distance between them without waking his brother. Swallowing loudly, it took
him a long time to fall back asleep.
 
 
They must have been captured for at least two weeks when the green-eyed guard
visited them with a new partner. Mako was instantly alert at the change. The
two armored men walked over to him and issued a series of chi-blocking jabs,
before restraining him against the fall wall. Bolin was similarly chi blocked
but was chained to the hook in the middle of the ceiling, his bound arms raised
far above his head as he strained upwards.
The green-eyed guard took out a piece of dark cloth and tied it around Mako’s
mouth, effectively silencing him, and Mako felt a pool of dread form in his
stomach. He knew this guard, his fetishes. The green-eyed guard much preferred
an ungagged Mako, as he always grew more aroused at Mako’s cries and screams,
the sick, fucking bastard. Mako knew from personal experience that the fastest
way to make him cum was to allow small whimpers to escape while choking on his
dick.
His worst fear was confirmed when the guards moved over to Bolin. Mako
struggled wildly and screamed over and over and over as the guards began to paw
at him. Bolin didn’t say anything as the guards felt him up, cut away his
clothes, and began to stroke his bare cock. The earthbender didn’t look at
Mako, but instead focused his gaze straight ahead, the neutral expression that
Mako hated plastered unwaveringly upon his features.
Only a sharp intake of breath indicated that he had even noticed when the
green-eyed guard had entered him, and he didn’t even blink when the other guard
started to stroke his cock roughly. And this was the absolute worst moment of
Mako’s life; he had failed Bolin, failed to protect him, and he was being
brutally raped right in front of him. Mako sobbed silently and shouted
ineffectively until his throat was raw, and the guard pushed into his little
brother over and over and over again and never had Mako fucking hated anyone
this much before.
When it was over the guard was smart enough to threaten to take it out on Bolin
if Mako touched him before undoing his restraints. Mako ignored his intense
desire to fucking murder the guard and instead crossed the room, enveloping his
younger brother in a tight hug. Bolin put his arms around him, but made no
sound or other indication that anything unusual had just happened.
“Bo?” Mako whispered, silent tears streaming from his eyes after the guards had
left.
More silence. Finally Bolin responded, “I don’t want to talk about it, Mako.”
Mako felt his heart break into a million pieces and cursed the guard with his
entire being.
***** Part 4: Confused *****
It had been three days since the guards had last visited. In that time, the
brothers were fed and watered, their bucket was emptied, and they were given a
slightly cleaner blanket. For three days and three nights the brothers huddled
together, whispering, making up games, telling stories, and sleeping pressed
against one another on the hard cot.
In the middle of the night after the third day, Mako awoke to a hand stroking
up and down his chest. Half asleep, he leaned into the touch. Lips ghosted over
his, and Mako blinked sleepily…
…only to meet a pair of startlingly green eyes directly in front of him.
Fully awake now, Mako gasped and sat up onto his elbows. “Bo?” he asked
groggily. “What…what are you doing?” To his surprise, Bolin leaned forward and
kissed him again.
“Bolin…no!” Mako pulled back and cried out more forcefully than he meant to,
pushing at Bolin’s chest. Bolin opened his eyes, a hurt expression shadowing
his features. “Bo. You don’t want this, with me. It’s not right. You’re just
confused right now.”
Bolin’s forehead creased as anger overtook his expression. “Mako, please! I do.
I do want this…with you. Please, please Mako! It’s been days. I can’t…do this
anymore. You have to trust me; this IS what I want.”
His last words hung in the air, echoing in Mako’s mind. What I want, what I
want; you have to trust me… Mako closed his eyes, thinking. He couldn’t stand
to hurt his brother, even if it was the right thing to do. And what does it
matter, anyway? We’ve already done it, at least a dozen times. There’s nothing
we don’t know about each other, anymore. I should give him the comfort he
needs.
And it always came back to that, didn’t it? Mako would take care of his younger
brother, providing for and protecting him no matter what. He would support
Bolin in any capacity if it were in his power to do so, putting his brother’s
needs and wants above his own comfort and well-being.
Repercussions be damned. Making up his mind with a sigh, Mako leaned forward
and closed the distance between them. He reached his hand up and stroked
Bolin’s cheek before kissing him chastely. Bolin gasped into his mouth and Mako
could feel the shadow of his smile as he pushed him back against the cot.
And Mako was struck again by the feeling of rightness. It shouldn’t feel so
good—his own brother shouldn’t cause these feelings—but he did. Their tongues
danced in perfect harmony as Mako began to stroke up and down the earthbender’s
bare chest. Bolin was leading now, kissing down Mako’s chest and—this was
new—licking leisurely down his abdomen.
“You…you don’t have to do that, Bo.” Mako gasped out, attempting to sit up. The
earthbender looked up, green eyes flashing, and easily pushed him back down
with one strong arm. As his brother took him into his warm, wet mouth, Mako
leaned his head back and closed his eyes, sighing in contentment.
It felt absolutely wonderful. He hadn’t had this done to him in so long; sex
now was mostly fear and pain and suffering, but this—this was amazing. There
was licking and sucking and a slight ghosting of teeth, a combination that was
leaving the firebender breathless and gasping. Mako spared a passing thought to
where Bolin had learned to use his tongue like that, and with a jolt of unease
realized it was probably from himself.
After a few more minutes of careful ministrations Bolin pulled off of him,
letting the head of Mako’s dick tumble out of his mouth with a popping sound.
Bolin reached over to the collection of half-filled bottles of lubricants the
brothers had accumulated over the last few weeks and grabbed one. He met Mako’s
eyes and started to twist off the lid, silently asking for permission.
And it didn’t entirely surprise Mako that his brother wanted this. For weeks
now, Bolin had been bound and raped—repeatedly forced, again and again. He had
only come from Mako’s hand or—once by accident—his mouth. And of course, one
time from the green-eyed guard’s touch, that fucking bastard. And even though
Mako had done his best to make the repeated violations feel good, he couldn’t
forget that it was still rape. Bolin needed to gain back some element of
control, and being the one in charge for once would certainly help.
Mako swallowed his hesitancy and met the earthbender’s eyes, nodding his silent
acquiescence.
Once permission had been granted, Bolin seemed to feel no doubt. The
earthbender slicked his fingers and began to probe his brother gently.
Childlike and eager and so Bolin now, an expression of wonder crossed his face
when he first struck Mako’s prostate. Bolin noticed Mako’s gasp and began to
stroke against it repeatedly, adding another finger and then another, as Mako
clenched his jaw and bit his lip to keep from crying out.
Slicking himself, Bolin crawled on top of his brother and slid into him slowly.
“Oh! That’s…oh…spirits…that’s why you always sound…th…the way you do…” Bolin
gasped out between strokes, his words a jumble and his tone a blend of awe and
pleasure.
And Mako wasn’t prepared to feel the emotions coursing through him at Bolin’s
gasps, cries, and movements. A rush of endearment for the brother he had
raised…satisfaction that he was the one giving him this experience…immediate
guilt at that satisfaction…and, above all, a pleasurable physical sensation
that was growing more and more intense by the second.
Mako opened his eyes and studied his brother’s rapturous expression. His
trusting, unfeigned countenance looked somehow…sweet…almost innocent in a way.
Mako knew the illusion of his innocence wasn’t real—after all, he had seen to
that himself, not to mention his rape by the guard—but he somehow felt that
Bolin would always contain an element of pureness that he couldn’t quite name
or describe.
Not trusting Bolin’s capacity to multitask, Mako reached down to stroke his
dick. Gasping at the increased sensation, he felt his pleasure build.
Everything felt right…there was no hurting, no berating, and no pain. This is
how it’s supposed to be, thought Mako, and with a cry he came, spurting up his
bare chest.
Bolin only lasted a few more strokes. Moaning euphorically into his brother’s
ear, Bolin spurted over and over again. Spent, he rested his bodyweight on
Mako’s chest, slickening the two of them with cum and sweat. Out of habit, Mako
wrapped his arms around his younger brother protectively.
And what will happen now? Mako chewed on his lip anxiously, wondering about the
dynamics of their changed relationship. Is this going to be okay? Are WE going
to be okay? What is going to happen if we ever get out of here?
Bolin, content as always to live in the moment, continued to press against his
brother and rest. Soon after he rolled off, claiming a parting kiss as he
curled comfortably around Mako’s side and laid his head on his older brother’s
shoulder. Mako assumed the now familiar sleeping position, resting his head
back and holding his younger brother tightly.
***** Epilogue: Damaged *****
Eventually Korra did come to rescue them. It was a covert operation, just her
and Naga, who tossed aside the guards like they were ragdolls and bust through
the cell doors within moments. The avatar raised her eyebrows at the state of
the brothers—naked, bruised, and bloody—but she said nothing, and her
expression was unreadable.
Weeks passed and life continued on. The brothers went back to probending and,
eventually, Mako started dating Korra. Korra was the best possible antidote to
Bolin; all angles, tall and lean, with only a slight pad of cushiness beneath
her skin. Sure, he sometimes caught a tinge of earth smell on her, but Mako
figured that must be a standard earthbender thing. He did know that everything
else about her was perfect and she most certainly was not his brother.
After the probending finals Bolin started to drink with increasing frequency.
More and more often Mako had to find and carry him home, as he had the time
when Bolin had first walked in on him and Korra kissing. And one night while he
was putting a very drunk Bolin to bed it happened: Bolin leaned forward and
pressed his lips to his mouth, grabbing at his brother’s chest frantically.
Mako disengaged him as quickly as possible, trying to ignore his brother’s hurt
expression as he pushed him away. The firebender felt incredibly uncomfortable,
especially when he acknowledged the tightness that had formed in his pants.
More and more he spent the night on Air Temple Island to avoid Bolin, who had
taken to “accidently” spooning with him in his cot after a long night of
inebriation.
It was a relief when Bolin moved out. Something had changed between them in the
prison, and their relationship had been damaged. After a few years Bolin
started dating a bright-eyed airbender named Opal, and Mako found it much
easier to occasionally catch up with him on the telephone.
Mako thinks of Bolin often—when he sees an emerald pair of green eyes, during
any interaction with Tenzin’s younger children, or (most inappropriately) while
he’s snuggled with Korra after sex. Eventually he tells her what happened in
jail, but never reveals the details of his and Bolin’s voluntary relations. She
comforts him in all the right ways and urges him to accept what has happened
and to move on.
Mako hopes that one day he might.
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