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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Bro/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Bro_(Homestuck), Dave_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Alternate_Universe_-_No_Sburb_Session
  Series:
      Part 1 of Frontiers
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-03-29 Words: 1752
****** Good Friday ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Dave's in his most vulnerable position, arms lying flat against the
     mattress. Belly-up and mostly naked. Exposed. This is ultimate trust.
Dave's tapping his foot against the floor in time to a beat.
There's, of course, no way Bro won't be able to hear that tapping. Dave
probably didn't realize the drone of his own foot against his headphones'
noise, but in this mostly quiet little apartment everything transfers. The
walls are paper thin and they've got a hundred neighbors. Neighbors that
probably heard Dave's moans punctuating hard thumps of the bed hitting the wall
from the force of his brother's thrusts. Bro, silent as always, only making
bare minimums of sound to encourage Dave if necessary. Always dominating.
Always the one doing the penetration. As the young couple below them fought,
Bro would stroke his gloved hand over Dave's cock, holding him on his lap in
the dark. Mostly-dark, their windows always shining with city lights no matter
if the flimsy shades were pulled. The young woman complaining about her
fiancee's long, long work hours while Bro sucked his younger brother dry, his
unintentional son fucking arid. If the two of them could listen to that garbage
downstairs day in and day out, there was no way the neighbors couldn't also
hear the two of them fucking.
Fucking like it didn't matter. Fucking like they were aware of how wrong it was
and enjoying it. Immoral and maybe that's what made it feel so good. Bro never
expressed his love in healthy ways. Didn't hug, kiss, or even touch Dave except
when they were either fighting or doing it. Putting himself in Dave, moving
carefully when needed and giving it rough when it was wanted, following the
boy's whims like he ruled his whole life was love. The purest expression of it
the guardian could give to the younger Strider. Raw and animalistic yet
thought-out and gentle in its own way. He could read Dave's body like a book,
taking in each little nuance, every breath or moan or facial twitch and
decipher exactly what the boy was feeling in half a second.
That's not being close with someone. It's being intertwined on a fucking cosmic
level. Something supernatural at play that allows Bro to know and understand
his kin better than anyone else ever will.
Bro knows it's wrong to keep putting his cock in Dave. Someday it's going to
bite them both in the ass. There will be regret. But he figures, it's already
happened. Better make it seem legitimate. No inebriation to blame, as if he
looked at the kid like a piece of meat. No, he loves Dave. Loves him sexually
as well as entirely platonically. It's complicated.
The guardian opens the door to Dave's room. The room he gave Dave, opting to
take the couch. Generally, he gives him privacy, but not when he can tell that
Dave doesn't want that privacy. And Dave glances over at him, chin resting in
his hand as he stares dumbly at the computer screen, an IM window blinking and
ignored.
Bro knows.
He walks in quietly, only the rustle of his dark jeans making noise. His hand
goes to Dave's hair, gentle, ruffling the blond locks. Dave lets his head drop
back, staring upside-down at his guardian. His eyes travel the way that white
polo shirt stretches over taut abdominal muscles. Bro's strong enough to snap
Dave's body in half, but he picks Dave up under the arms as if he's handling a
puppy. Careful but firm, like Dave weighs nothing, and Dave allows himself to
be carried to his bed. Allows himself to be laid down on his bed. The IM window
continues to blink.
Bro lays his brother down and undoes his pants. Dave tries to help, small hands
sticking into his briefs and worming out of them. There's silence between them,
as if this too is a practiced routine, like their daily swordfights. Dave
raises a finger to his lips, sucking on it lightly. It's meant to be sexy. Turn
his brother on. His guardian doesn't react, but then, he never does.
At least not verbally. Dave can see the tent in those black jeans, and he feels
that familiar rush. A mix of excitement and anticipation. It always hurts going
in, but less so if Bro preps him first. Tonight, he does. Once Dave's bare from
the waist down, Bro gets down on his elbows, planting himself in between Dave's
skinny little legs. He spreads them, watching Dave's pale, pale skin slide over
the sharp bones of his hip. Pushes the thighs up and Dave's totally exposed, a
fact that makes him squirm. Bro's fucked him a good number of times before, but
the boy always gets a little embarrassed.
Bro's tongue slips out to circle that tight pink hole. The sensation makes
Dave's skin alight, gives him goosebumps. Gives him the beginnings of a hard-
on. Feeling that rough texture on his skin, he can't hold back the twitches of
muscle. Bro continues to lap at the outer skin, expertly, just like all his
other movements. Dave's convinced that everything his brother does is perfect.
Especially when he sticks his tongue inside him, deep as he can reach with that
wet muscle, working the soft inner walls of Dave's ass. Dave closes his eyes,
trying to focus on the sensation and relax his nerves. That helps it to not
hurt as much when Bro fucks him.
"Mm--"
A quiet moan from Dave. His guardian's dick jumps at the sound, straining
against his pants, and he sits up briefly to unzip, free it from the
constraints. Back down, eating Dave's ass out and making it drip with his own
spit as the boy squirms and rolls his hips under his practiced tongue. Those
headphones are playing some tinny beat on the desk still, something slow and
hard, sounds like trip-hop.
Finally Bro sits up, tugging his pants down a bit further. Dave's in his most
vulnerable position, arms lying flat against the mattress. Belly-up and mostly
naked. Exposed. This is ultimate trust.
His guardian positions himself over Dave, thrusting his hips forward, rubbing
sensitive skin together. He slides his hard-on against Dave's wettened hole,
his own pre-cum making it stickier, messier. Dave almost doesn't feel it when
Bro finally enters him, at least not until half his length glides in. Smooth.
He feels so full when his brother goes balls-deep, and Dave arches his back at
the sensation. Still foreign, still a little scary, and he wraps his arms
around Bro's back. Feels his hot skin and the toned muscles moving underneath.
For all the ironic games and all the aloof veneers they pull around each other,
Dave feels comfortable showing his brother this weaker side of him. At least
when it comes to fucking.
The first thrust is met with a soft exhale, a noise, and Dave tensing up. Bro
slides in, then out again. Again. His brother's got his teeth grit and his
nails dig into his back. Bro lowers his body, face near Dave's ear. "Relax."
It's low and has an edge of seriousness to it that makes Dave think twice about
turning to kiss him on the cheek. They never kiss. Too intimate. Kissing and
dirty talk, two things that are off-limits whenever they do it.
But the word is magic and Dave seems to loosen up, closing his eyes once more
and letting his brother work up a rhythm as he fucks him. His small, uncut
erection slides against Bro's lower belly as he moves, and Dave can feel
himself start to leak once Bro begins hitting that spot - the sweet spot that
feels good yet deep and strange but always makes him spurt pre-cum like there's
no tomorrow. His breath starts to come out in little pants, beating gently
against Bro's neck. Dave inhales. His brother smells like Axe, hair gel, and
sweat. It's a comforting scent.
Bro starts to move his hips circular, grinding himself into Dave when he
thrusts. Aiming to feel him every which way, to hit every possible pleasure
spot deep inside his kin. His little brother moves with him, legs wrapping
around him to mirror his arms. Dave's curled into him and Bro speeds up. Gets
rougher, pounding that tight teenage hole, untouched by anyone other than
himself. The boy gasps, he moans, barely restraining his own noises as his
brother begins to fuck him like some kind of animal. He knows it won't be long
until Bro comes - endurance doesn't matter to him when it's Dave. They're not
aiming for Kama Sutra here. It's just a routine.
Suddenly Bro's hand grabs Dave, pumping him as he continues to thrust into him,
feeding his urge. That rough black leather works him good, pulling his foreskin
up and down with a hot firmness that's far better than his own hand. Bro's is
bigger, stronger, more experienced and Dave eventually starts to buck his hips
up into that hand, trying to fuck it. A sheen of sweat forms over his young
body, a flush over his face and chest. His guardian knows he's close.
When Dave comes it's sudden and unannounced, his ass clenching around Bro's
cock as his hips spasm upward, shooting his load onto his brother's stomach.
Bro lets himself go, one final, forceful slam of his hips into Dave as he
releases his own seed deep inside the kid's guts, not so much as a sigh of
relief breaking from his lips. Whereas Dave let loose one last moan, Bro is
utterly silent.
And then it's over.
As Bro pulls out of him, Dave feels gross. Slimy and hot and dirty and he needs
a shower. He can feel fluids leaking from his ass as he sits up, pooling on his
sheets. His mind scrambles to think of a clever metaphor that relates to the
situation to impress his brother. Bro's already standing up.
The room is heavy with heat and it reeks like sex. Dave gets up to open a
window, not giving a shit if someone happens to see a pantsless thirteen-year-
old standing in full view.
Bro, still refusing to say anything, walks out of the room. Probably going to
use the shower before Dave has a chance, and the kid is too tired to strife for
it right now.
Tired, confused, yet satisfied. He goes to sit back on his bed and stew
thoughtlessly in what he just experienced. There is no regret, no bad feelings.
Just quiet acceptance. His brother fucks him and he likes it.
Dave feels okay with that.
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