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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Diary_of_a_Wimpy_Kid_Series_-_Jeff_Kinney
  Relationship:
      Greg_Heffley/Rodrick_Heffley
  Character:
      Greg_Heffley, Rodrick_Heffley
  Additional Tags:
      Slow_Build, Eventual_Romance, Self-Hatred, Sibling_Incest, Angst_and
      Hurt/Comfort, Fluff_and_Smut, dubcon, Bullying, Forced_Affection,
      Blackmail, Claiming_Bites, Brothers_to_Lovers, Hidding_Affection, First
      Time, Rutting, Greg_Cries_Alot, Rodrick_Is_A_Asshole_Who_Cares, Demanding
      Rodrick, Dom_Rodrick, Sub_Greg
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      Published: 2014-12-07 Updated: 2017-07-06 Chapters: 10/? Words: 21995
****** Mouse Trap ******
by ShitsRainbows
Summary
     What happens when a game of Cat and Mouse exceeds expectation? Lost
     in the woods, hungry, cold and your only companion is the Cat, how
     could anyone possibly stay alive? This vacation has definitely turned
     into a Mouse Trap.
Notes
     Hey everyone rainbow here. This used to be a collab fanfiction but
     the other author decided that she did not have enough time so I
     decided to take on this story by myself. I hope you all enjoy it and
     no, this story is not going to be a dark story. Yes there will be
     some non consensual things and maybe at one point rape, but what can
     I say, I love seeing Greg cry hahaha. I'll be nice to him, I promise.
     I'll also make it so that Rodrick isn't classified as a huge bad guy.
     I would like to thank my Beta reader Lunatic Yaoi Fangirl666 (from
     fanfiction.net) , who went though all the chapters and fixed them.
     I hope no one hates me for what I write haha. Hope you all enjoy and
     leave comments and all that fun stuff <3
***** Camping Trip *****
Chapter Summary
     What happens when a game of Cat and Mouse exceeds expectation? Lost
     in the woods, hungry, cold and your only companion is the Cat, how
     could anyone possibly stay alive? This vacation has definitely turned
     into a Mouse Trap.
Chapter Notes
     Welp I hope you all enjoy.
"A camping trip?"
Greg couldn't help but wonder where this sudden vacation sprouted from; he
regarded his mother with a bewildered look. The Heffley's were all gathered
around the dining table for supper while his brother, Manny, was sitting next
to him and stuffing food in his little mouth like there was no tomorrow.
"Yes, a camping trip with all five of us at Salt Lakes Camping Destination!"
Mom stated happily while giving Rodrick a look-the same look she always gives
him-the ‘you’re coming no matter what and I don’t want to hear it’ look.
"We haven't gone on a family vacation in a while, not since Rockin' Rapids when
it was just your father, Manny and I. This time, though, we're all going no
matter what! And since we want to make sure you two won't get the chance to get
in trouble like last time, we're leaving tomorrow right after school, right at
the start of summer vacation. Won't this be fun?!" Their mother had a wide grin
on her face.
Greg just shook his head and went back to eating, trying to digest the
information he was just given.
"Now Susan that seems highly unfair… Springing this on us out of the blue, the
day before summer break to boot! I had plans this weekend, big plans, plans
that would pave my future."
Hand gestures were made to emphasize what Rodrick was trying to say. Leave it
to his brother to try and get out of a family vacation. Greg kind of agreed
with him, though; he had wanted to hangout with his friends. He had also
planned to invite Holly with them, but he wasn't able to find her anywhere.
"I don't want to hear it Rodrick, it's just for a couple of weeks. You'll have
the rest of summer vacation to do…whatever you wanted to do." Susan gave her
eldest son a look to signify that there was no way out. Her mind was set up and
there was no chance of changing that.
Greg was looking at his plate when he saw Rodrick out of the corner of his eyes
start to back away from the kitchen table, his chair legs scraping against the
tiled floor aggressively. His mother yelled at her eldest son to get back here,
but Rodrick gave no indignation of having heard anything. Rodrick scraped on
his shoes to his feet and walked out of the house, slamming the door in the
process.
Greg gave a puzzled look to his mother, not understanding what just happened
either. His mother just shook her head and his father was angrily munching on
his food, a menacing look flickering in his eyes to signal that once Rodrick
came back he would be in trouble, but he'd still be forced to come on the trip.
In record time, Greg finished eating his supper and then excused himself from
the table. He ran up the stairs to grab his phone so he could talk to Rowley
about what had just happened.
His older brother really was weird; it was just a camping trip for a couple of
weeks. He didn't need to storm out of the house in a temper tantrum. It made
him wonder, exactly what is the big problem about spending time with their
family? Didn't Rodrick love them? Okay, maybe not, but a little bit surely?
 
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"What do you mean he stormed out of the house?"
Greg had been talking to Rowley for the past thirty minutes about what had
transpired downstairs in their kitchen and how Rodrick just up and left without
a word. It was very tiring, having to explain everything over and over again.
"Exactly what it means Rowley; he got so pissed off that he left the house. He
probably went to go hangout with his friends like he usually does, complain
about us most likely."
Greg softly sighed as he lay down on his bed, looking up at his white ceiling.
Rowley was talking about something, about how maybe he was just frustrated or
something of that sort. Greg rubbed his own eyes in frustration.
"Of course he's frustrated Rowley, I am too! We're being forced to go on
this…camping trip. I am definitely not excited." Rowley was just so slow at
times. Greg rolled over on his bed so that he was now laying face first in his
pillow.
"You know Greg, when I was talking with Holly she said that she was going on a
camping trip for four weeks too. That's why she was not at school this week.
Hey, maybe you'll see her at that camping place…what was the name she told me?
Salt, Salt something?"
Greg sprung up so fast that he thought he might have received whip lash. He
grunted and looked at his phone, wondering exactly why Rowley knew something
this important but not himself. He pursed his lips in an unpleasant fashion and
began speaking in an accusatory tone.
"And you decided just NOW to tell me?! Geez Rowley, if I would have known that
Holly went to Salt Lakes I wouldn't of been as depressed when my parents told
me! This could be my time to finally put a move on Holly. This is great!" Greg
let out another sigh and fell on his bed once more in contentment, saying
goodbye to Rowley and hitting the end button on the phone.
Nothing could possibly ruin his mood now. Everything was fine, just perfect. He
would finally be able to connect with Holly, and not even his dumb older
brother could ruin that. 'Speaking of older brothers…' Greg thought to himself
as he heard the front door slam shut and hurried footsteps going up the stairs.
Greg knew that Rodrick was going to his room so that his parent's wouldn't be
able to get to him first, but what surprised him was when his brother opened
his door then locked it right behind him. Greg shot him a questioning look.
What was he thinking?
"Can I help you…?"
"Just shut up and listen wimp. You need to make up an excuse to not go. Get
sick, get drunk, do SOMETHING that will force us to stay here. I know, let me
break your leg…Or something."
Rodrick looked absolutely insane. He looked like a caged animal ready to pounce
at anytime.
"Rodrick…what's all this about? Why are you so dead set on not going? It's only
going to be for two weeks or something."
Rodrick took a few steps toward Greg, which had Greg backing up with his back
slamming against the headboard of Greg’s bed. "I just can't go alright! Do this
for me, if you don't…I'll make it hell, I promise you that." Rodrick rocked on
his feet. He looked like a maniac; what the hell did he go do while he was
outside?
"I'm sorry, but I can't." Was Greg’s simple reply. The thought of spending time
with Holly overshadowed Rodrick's demand. He wouldn't give this chance up for
anything, even if it meant facing Rodrick in this state.
"What did you say?! You can't…or you won't…?"
"I won't."
Rodrick scuffed out a petty laugh, shaking his head like he was in denial. "And
why exactly won't you make something up so we don't have to go? Hmmm, I thought
you didn't want to go? What suddenly changed your mind, little brother?"
Greg couldn't fathom what the hell was going on right now. Why was Rodrick
acting this way? Greg let out a sigh as he pushed his brown hair out of his
light brown eyes.
"Because, Holly is going to be there….and….I like her…and….all…that…" Greg's
eyes never strayed from Rodrick's as he said that. His brother's eyes were
locked on his face so intently that he felt something stir inside of him. Fear.
Fear of the way his brother was looking at him and fear of the pain he was
surely going to receive.
When Rodrick busted out laughing, it was probably the most frightening thing he
had ever seen. "Don't make me laugh, like you'd have any chance with her. Face
it little brother, she'd never be able to handle you. You need someone that can
take care of your wimpy little ass and keep you in line."
Greg could only watch as Rodrick took those few steps forward and punched him
in the arm. His first instinct was to yell out, but he decided to bite his
tongue and keep quiet. Greg quickly grabbed onto the aching bruise that was
bound to form on his arm.
"You'll regret this Greg, you really will. I'll make this trip a living hell
for you. Like cat and mouse...you brought this on to yourself. Hope you’re
ready!" Rodrick grinned manically before storming out of Greg's room only to
enter his own from across the hall.
Greg could only stare at the now closed door of his brother's bedroom. What had
just happened? What did he do to deserve this? What exactly did his brother
mean by he needed someone that would take care of him? He didn't need anyone to
take care of him! He could take care of himself just fine. And what was all
this about a Cat and Mouse game?
Greg hadn't noticed that he was shaking. Shaking from what exactly though?
Fear, anticipation? What exactly was he anticipating? Greg let out a deep shaky
breath, not really in the mood to do anything but cuddle up in his bed and try
to go to sleep. He threw one of his pillows at the light switch on the wall.
Everything went black.
 
***** Oh no! *****
Chapter Summary
     What happens when a game of Cat and Mouse exceeds expectation? Lost
     in the woods, hungry, cold and your only companion is the Cat, how
     could anyone possibly stay alive? This vacation has definitely turned
     into a Mouse Trap.
Chapter Notes
     Here is chapter 2, this is the chapter that Crazy wrote, so I give
     all credit to her for this chapter. I have fixed and replaced some
     things so I hope you will enjoy.
     Thanks again to Lunatic Yaoi Fangirl666 for looking through this
     chapter.
The sun was streaming onto Gregory's face which woke him up from his slumber.
His sleep drenched eyes opened and closed, debating whether to slip back into
unconsciousness or not. Finally, his brain decided it was impossible to go back
to sleep and he began his transition into the new day.
He turned onto his side to see his alarm clock.
6.25 A.M.
Greg sighed in defeat and swung his pale legs over the side of the bed,
stretching his limbs with a groan and yawn.
Events of last night flooded back into his mind like blood rushing to his head;
Rodrick's taunting laugh rang in his ears and a twisting feeling danced in his
gut.
Greg gulped and his eyes darted around the hardwood floor in anticipation; Oh
god, not that awful feeling again. He didn't know what was worse, that daunting
feeling gnarling his insides or the fact that Rodrick was the cause of all
this.
He gathered up his feelings and trailed along to the bathroom, finally looking
up at his reflection in the mirror. He looked terrible.
The rims of his eyes were red and sore from the lack of sleep, his dark hair
stuck up in more weird directions than it usually did and a dark, fresh bruise
had already formed on his left bicep where Rodrick had punched him the previous
night.
Greg was at a complete loss at how Rodrick could have this effect on him by the
whisper of a few words. Indeed he had received far worse treatment from him
before; for example at the Roller Rink when he completely hijacked his chances
of asking Holly to dance with him, following him being beaten up by a bunch of
little girls and then a scolding by his mother.
But what was so different this time? He stopped pondering and decided to try
and fix his broken reflection in the mirror before going down for breakfast.
When Greg finally ventured downstairs, he wasn't surprised to see his mother
and him were the only ones awake. Hearing footsteps place themselves lousily on
the floor, his mom turned around to face him in surprise. Greg was standing
there awkwardly, wondering what excuse he could come up with for waking up so
early.
"Oh honey you look terrible!" She exclaimed in shock, walking over to where
Greg stood and wearily placing a hand upon his forehead to see if he had a
fever.
"You seem to be a normal temperature…" She frowned in bafflement.
Greg just shrugged off her hand and trotted over to the breakfast table.
"I'm fine mom, really... I just didn't get much sleep last night." Greg
shrugged once more, trying to make it seem like it wasn't such a big deal.
His mother pursed her lips and nodded as if it still was an unconvincing
argument, she sighed and proceeded to make toast for him. Greg inwardly sighed
in relief; for now he was off the hook from his mother, but he wasn't off the
hook from his brother.
He quickly gulped his cereal down and announced to his mom he was leaving,
causing her head to shoot up from the papers she was signing.
"Why so early, Greg? Maybe you should wait a while. I'm sure Rodrick could
drive you to school." She smiled gleefully while putting the papers in a
folder. Greg did a double take and looked up at her.
"No!" Greg blurted out before he could stop himself; he saw his mother furrow
her eyebrows as she looked at him out of curiosity and confusion.
Greg licked his lips nervously.
"You know what Rodrick's like when he has to drive me somewhere. I really don't
want to face him before noon."
Correction, he didn't want to face Rodrick at all. Luckily his mom must have
believed him because she gave him an amused look and sighed.
"I can't say I blame you on that one, it's a wonder how that boy can sleep for
so long..." She pondered while looking down, buttering her own piece of toast.
Greg took this moment to slip out of the door with a piece of toast in hand.
While walking down the driveway he wondered what would happen at school today.
Rowley would probably be so psyched that school would be out; Greg could almost
imagine his wide chubby grin. He couldn't help crack a smile at the thought. He
propped up his bag which was sliding down his shoulder as he turned to walk
down to street to his destination.
If he would have looked back at his house, he would have seen the silhouette of
a young man glowering at his retreating form.
The school day passed in a blur much to Greg's dismay; he knew that any other
kid would be counting down the minutes until the school bell rang loudly,
marking the end of the school year, but for Greg all he could possibly feel was
panic.
"Greg!" Mr. Winsky exclaimed.
Greg snapped out of his thoughts and focused on the classroom, his light brown
eyes lifted to see his teacher staring at him with his hands on his hips in
exasperation.
"I know vacation is a mere few moments away, but could you please pay attention
for the remaining time in class?" He reproached, a few kids around him
sniggered and Greg had to refrain from rolling his eyes so he just gritted his
teeth and nodded. Satisfied, the teacher turned around and walked back to the
blackboard and began writing again.
Greg sighed and looked up, his heart nearly skipping a beat when he saw the
clock was a few seconds away from the end of the school day.
"5!" Rowley whispered excitedly.
Greg's heart sped up quicker, just five seconds away from the fated ring of the
bell, and five seconds away from his fate with Rodrick.
"4!" The other voice of Fregley chanted with Rowley. Greg's hands started to
sweat and he inhaled a shaky breath and exhaled.
"3!" A few others joined in on the countdown, whispering as quietly as before.
Was it him or was this room suddenly warmer?
"2!" Most of the class joined now, including Patty. Anxiety seemed to build up
in Greg with each roll of whispering that flowed out from his classmate's
mouth.
"1!" The entire class, excluding Greg, shouted out the last number and cheered.
Greg shut his eyes tightly while his heart pounded inside his head as the sound
of the bell rang out.
"Greg! Greg! Come on it's summer vacation!" Rowley almost squealed as his face
lit up; Greg managed a smile at him. Rowley's smile faded at seeing his best
friend's facade.
"Hey Greg, what's wrong?" Rowley asked worriedly as they exited the classroom.
Greg frowned, should he really tell him about what happened?
"Nothing, really, just a bit of a stomach ache," he smiled reassuringly.
Rowley's face grimaced at the thought of stomach ache at a time like this, but
decided to launch into his plans of his summer vacation.
 
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Greg, meanwhile, was not so enthusiastic about his summer vacation. He also
felt just the slightest bit guilty about lying to Rowley, sure he could be a
bit embarrassing at times but he had never lied to him before.
His thoughts then switched to what would happen when he got home; Greg knew
they would be leaving at 5 P.M. which they would then stay in a hotel
considering the camping site was fairly far away.
Wait a second, a hotel? Does that mean that…? Oh no, please no! Would he have
to share a room with Rodrick? Surely fate couldn't be that cruel!
"Greg! I thought I told you last night that you and Rodrick would share a room!
It's only for one night." Gregory Heffley stared at his mom in complete
disbelief, was his mother really that oblivious to how much Rodrick hated him?
"But mom! Why Rodrick? I'd rather share with Fregley!" Greg exclaimed, okay
maybe not so much Fregley but it was enough to make his mother stare at him in
disapproval.
"No buts Greg, like I said, it's just for one night. Now get in the car now or
traffic will be hectic!" His mother smiled sternly at him and walked towards
the car with a duffel bag.
Greg sighed in utter defeat; he really didn't understand his family most of the
time. His feet, without his consent, made their way over to the shiny silver
van while his fingers trembled as they grasped the handle and slid open the car
door.
The sight that awaited Greg was a pair of dark wicked eyes staring at him.
"Hey there little brother, looks like we're roomies." Rodrick smiled at him
devilishly.
Greg gulped.
He was going to die, and it wasn't like he even had a choice.
                                TO BE CONTINUED
***** Car Ride *****
Chapter Summary
     What happens when a game of Cat and Mouse exceeds expectation? Lost
     in the woods, hungry, cold and your only companion is the Cat, how
     could anyone possibly stay alive? This vacation has definitely turned
     into a Mouse Trap.
Chapter Notes
     Here is chapter 3, things only keep getting fun from here on out.
     thanks again to Lunatic Yaoi Fangirl666 for being my wonderful Beta
     and sticking with me.
It felt like the car ride had only just begun before his little brother had
started crying. Manny was blubbering about how Greg was taking up all the space
on the seat they were sharing, when in fact Greg was on the very edge, making
sure not to be in Manny's personal space. His parents was taking his little
brother's side like usual, which in the end caused them to have stop on the
side of the road so Greg could take a seat in the back of the van which Rodrick
was currently occupying.
The reason why he decided to sit next to Manny was so that he didn't have to be
anywhere near Rodrick, at least in the sense of closeness. His father had taken
one of the back seats out so they could pack more of their luggage in the van.
This resulted in the back seat only having two seats instead of three, both
right next to each other and smaller in size compared to the middle seat that
Manny would now be hogging.
"It's not fair mom!" Greg whined out as he got out of the car and turned to his
mother in the passenger's seat. She was currently trying hard to make Manny
stop crying.
"He's five years old and you two still treat him as if he's two. There's no
room in the back for me and Rodrick. Put Manny in the back instead and we'll
take the middle seat!" Greg flailed his arms around trying to prove his point
of space.
"Greg, stop whining, you know how Manny is and I know how you are. You'll do
this for me. You'll be like the big boy you are, suck it up, and go in the back
seat with your older brother. I don't want to hear anything else. Now hurry up
and take a seat, we don't want to get to the hotel too late." His mother stated
with a firm smile in his direction as she finally got Manny to stop crying.
Greg choked back a yell at being called a big boy. But like his mother said, he
sucked it up and went in the back seat. Rodrick kept trying to trip him as he
tried going over him. Pokes and jabs here and there from him were also
accompanied. As he plopped himself on the back seat and his mother closed the
door with the switch, they were finally off again.
Greg took a hold of the seat belt and buckled himself in, resting his head on
the back of the seat and closed his eyes. He let out a small squeak as a finger
was jabbed into his side once more. He glanced over to Rodrick with a glare
only to be accompanied with a grin.
Greg shook his head and went back to trying to fall asleep. A few more jabs and
poked were directed his way before a sigh left his lips.
'This is going to be a long ride.' He thought to himself as another poke graced
his side.
 
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It had gotten dark out when Greg finally awakened from his nap; he hadn't even
realized he fell asleep. A small yawn left his mouth as he tried lifting his
head up only to realize a hand was placed on top of his head. His head was also
well rested in the crook of somebody's shoulder and neck. Greg blinked a couple
of times, trying to grasp the position he was in.
His body was slumped over at a strange angle, but it was surprisingly quite
comfortable. His right hand was grasping a pants leg as his left arm was thrown
over his abdomen. The grogginess was finally starting to leave his mind, and he
finally realized that the person he was currently sleeping on was Rodrick. Greg
felt his heart quicken and his breathing become raspier. He was afraid, very
afraid, but also very shocked.
Why hadn't Rodrick pushed him away yet? Or hit him upside the head and promised
that his life would be a living hell again? Greg softly un-wrapped his fingers
from the pant leg and slowly retreated it back to his side.
He was being very careful due to the fact that the soft breathing coming from
the direction of his brother signaled that he too was still in the process of
sleeping. Lifting his head he slightly turned it to look at Rodrick and saw
that his older brother had fallen asleep like he had.
It was strange, watching Rodrick sleep. His expression was void of any emotion,
and truthfully, it felt relaxing seeing him look this way for once.
Greg inspected his older brother's face. He really was attractive, in the bad
boy type as he liked to put it. His lazily chopped dark brown hair spilled into
his face and everywhere else. His lips were parted and Gregory could hear tiny
fragments of snores every few often.
Without knowing it, Greg's face was inching closer to his older brothers; those
dark lips fascinated him, and the way air left and came back in. A little
closer and he could-
The van came to a sudden halting stop. Greg grabbed hold of the seat in front
of him so his face wouldn't connect with it. A large hand gripped his small
thigh; Rodrick had awoken with the sudden jolt.
"We're here boys! Wake up and let's go get tucked into the hotel room for a
good rest, we're up at six A.M. tomorrow, bright and early so we can arrive at
the camping site by 11 at the latest."
Gregory cringed at his mother's overly peppy voice. She must have seen them
sleeping, cuddled up to each other. Cuddling? No, they weren't doing that, Greg
simply had his head on Rodrick's shoulder and gripping his pant leg…in a cuddly
way. Greg groaned out and hit his head multiple times on the head rest of the
seat in front of him.
"Come on Greg, Rodrick, get out and help us unpack!" He vaguely heard his
father yell out to them. That is when he noticed that Rodrick's hand was still
gripping his thigh. He turned his head and gave his brother a questioning look,
shoving his hand off as he climbed over Rodrick once again.
 
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He liked where he was; he was comfortable and from the looks of it, so was
Greg. Rodrick wasn't actually sleeping, maybe only partially, he mostly just
had his eyes closed as he felt his brother against him. Those small teenage
hands holding on his pants, that fluff of brown hair tickling his neck and
chin. It felt just perfect to him. But, of course, it could never last.
Rodrick had felt Greg move and wake from his long sleep. A few seconds had past
and Greg still had not come to realize what type of position he was in. He
smirked at that, naïve little Greg, always oblivious to so many things.
Rodrick, being the devious one, kept up his play of feigning sleep all the
while having his eyes partially open enough for him to see Greg in the corner
of his eyes but not enough for Greg to suspect he was awake. He didn't know
what Greg was doing; he sat there and controlled his breathing as Greg was
looking at him. Rodrick let out a tiny snore.
Greg seemed hesitant from his view, but as Rodrick started seeing him inch his
face closer to his, he felt his heart quicken. What was Greg playing at? Wasn't
he afraid that Rodrick would suddenly wake up and yell at him?
Closer, just a little bit closer-
To say that he was surprised by the abrupt stop would be an understatement. He
felt his breathing stop as he was surged forward, his hand grasping onto the
closest thing which was Greg's leg.
He steadied himself as he glared at his father for disrupting this very
important moment; he wanted to see if Greg was actually getting closer to kiss
him.
Rodrick just looked at Greg as his parents were talking; he vaguely saw his
father take out Manny and when Gregory turned to him with that questionable
look, he just wanted to take that face, smirk, and bruise those lips of his in
dominance.
He wasn't sure if Greg wanted it, but he wouldn't care. Greg was running on
thin ice with how close he was and the way he kept looking at him.
He shrugged his shoulder and stayed sitting down. He heard Greg huff out and
unbuckle his seat belt and start climbing over Rodrick to get out of the van
and help out their parents like the good little child he was.
Rodrick smirked at this.
Without even waiting, Rodrick pinched Greg's butt, only to have his little
brother squeak out and scramble himself out of the Van. An innocent smile was
on his face as he too finally came out of the vehicle. The glare that Greg was
sending him was quite feeble, nowhere near as threatening as he thought it
should have been. It was like a little kitten thinking it had a chance again a
giant bulldog.
Rodrick ruffled his little brothers head and then started taking out the
suitcases and putting them on the ground. He took his own and looked at Greg
and nudged his head, signaling for him to come get his suitcase. Greg fumbled
over to him and took a hold of his own. Rodrick ducked his head closer to Greg
and whispered three threatening words in his ear.
"Don't fall asleep." He said, walking off with a feral grin on his face and a
backwards wink to his little brother.
 
TO BE CONTINUED
***** Scratch Marks *****
Chapter Summary
     What happens when a game of Cat and Mouse exceeds expectation? Lost
     in the woods, hungry, cold and your only companion is the Cat, how
     could anyone possibly stay alive? This vacation has definitely turned
     into a Mouse Trap.
Chapter Notes
     Hey guys here is chapter 4, I'm so excited you have no idea; I hope
     you all enjoy this chapter and thank you again for sticking with me.
     Without further a dewwwwwww. He we go.
     Thanks again to my awesome Beta reader Lunatic Yaoi Fangirl666.
The room that Rodrick and Greg would be sharing was a simple singles bedroom
that was also attached to their parent's double bedroom. Manny, of course, was
the reason why they had to share because no one was allowed to sleep with
Manny.
"Now then, I'll wake you both up at 5:40 A.M. and we'll be out on the road by 6
A.M. I suggest you both get some rest and not to stay up to late. Goodnight
boys!" With that said, their mother smiled, waved and went back into her own
room.
Rodrick had already made himself comfortable on the only bed in the room while
hogging up the whole space, leaving almost no room for him of course. He shook
his head and headed for the bathroom.
"Where are you going shrimp?" Rodrick asked as he changed the channels on the
television, not giving Greg even a second glance.
"None of your business Rodrick." And with that said, he stepped into the
bathroom and closed the door while making sure to lock it. He undressed himself
and turned on the hot water for his shower, using the little disposable bottles
of shampoo and conditioner in the process. Gregory used this time to do some
serious thinking because he sure as hell needed it.
Gregory needed to figure out what had happened in the car. Why had Rodrick let
him sleep on him? He also didn't know why Rodrick kept touching him every
second, whether it was a jab, a poke, or even that pinch on his ass. That was
the strangest of it all.
'Why would Rodrick pinch my ass' he thought to himself. Greg subconsciously
rubbed the spot where his older brother had pinched. He also took a glance at
his bicep and saw that the bruise was still quite prominent, now an infused
color of dirty yellow, green and purple.
Greg let out a sigh as he finished cleaning himself; he hopped out of the
shower and started drying himself off only to remember his clean clothes was
still in his suitcase. He was quite reluctant to go outside because he knew
that Rodrick would most likely start messing around with him, considering
that's what Rodrick usually did when he got out of the shower. Worst thing
Rodrick ever did was take his towel and make him wiggle back to his bedroom; it
was a very embarrassing experience.
Greg wrapped the towel around his waist, making sure to tie it extra tight. He
opened the door and the steam billowed out; he turned to his right and headed
towards his suit case but he was tackled to the ground by none other than his
older brother while letting out a small screech at the impact.
"What the fuck Rodrick!" Greg gritted out, he wanted to yell at Rodrick so
badly for scaring him like that but his parents were sleeping in the other room
so he'll have to deal with glaring at his suitcase a meter away from him.
Rodrick was currently sitting on his back, his legs on either side of Greg.
"Now, now, let's not use that language. Mom and dad are on the other side of
the room little brother." Rodrick's grin was wide as he let his index finger
trail down his little brothers back, goose bumps popping out as he heard Greg's
breath hitch in his throat.
If Rodrick could see Greg's face he would no doubt see the annoyance clearly
plastered on that young face of his. His feral grin stayed on his face as he
kept drawing on Greg while enjoying the growls and snarls and the way Greg
tried flailing out from underneath him, miserably of course.
"You're just wasting your energy shrimp, just lay there and take it." Greg let
out a last growl before he just stopped and stayed still, letting Rodrick do
whatever he wanted. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy the feeling, it felt nice.
Though he didn't like the fact that Rodrick was the one making him feel good.
"Just get off of me." Greg sighed out in defeat.
"Beg." Rodrick growled out as he scratched down Greg back who in turn let out a
gasp. Bright red scratch marks now marred his back.
"What? No way, and stop that! You're acting weird!" Greg shouted out, annoyed
once more. What was wrong with Rodrick? He was acting just like he acted in his
bedroom. Rodrick growled and kept scratching down Greg's back, a feral look in
his eyes. He started poking and jabbing him now, making Greg squirm and let out
some giggles of laughter.
Gregory clenched his hands into fists in defeat with a grimace on his face as
he started begging, not liking it one bit.
"Please stop Rodrick, I don't like it." He squirmed out, but Rodrick just
laughed.
"Your body has goosebumps, I think you are enjoy this. You're kind of sick,
enjoying what I'm doing to you, huh. Oh Greg, I didn't know you liked me in
that way." Rodrick skimmed his finger up Greg's back into his hair and took a
huge handful of it, pulling at it. Greg let out a gasp of pain and started
squirming more furiously again.
"Get off of me right now!" Greg yelled out and with those words, fun time was
over.
"You're lucky mom and dad are so close because your begging was shit." Rodrick
got off of Greg's back and headed into the bathroom himself, slamming the door
behind him.
Gregory got up and dusted himself off, his torso now full of dents from the
carpet. His eyes were hard, not pleased at all with what had happened. He got
dressed in record time and shut off the lights in a huff, heading over to the
bed and laying down on the far end of it so that when Rodrick came he would be
as far as he could from him.
 
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Greg didn't know when he had fallen asleep; all that he knew was that he was
comfortable and warm, the sun peaking through the curtains while its rays of
light settled upon his sleeping form and the arms wrapped around him.
Wait a second…arms?
Greg laid still, wondering what was happening. Was Rodrick playing a game on
him again? Was he going to suddenly push him off the bed or start beating him
up? Gregory blinked the sleep out of his eyes as he started formulating a plan
on how to get out of his older brothers grip.
He saw an opening when Rodrick's grip loosened up; Greg bolted out of his arms
and bed and ran straight for the bathroom where he locked himself in. His chest
was heaving, heart racing with adrenaline.
He didn't know what happened but he sure as hell hoped it didn't happen again.
Greg felt…nice in his arms, comfortable even. That thought scared the hell out
of him. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead.
"Rodrick, Greg, it's time to wake up…oh, you two are already awake, that's
great. Get ready, we're leaving soon." He heard his mother say from outside the
bathroom.
Greg let out a defeated sigh; there was no way he would be able to handle these
two weeks.
TO BE CONTINUED
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***** Spark *****
Chapter Summary
     What happens when a game of Cat and Mouse exceeds expectation? Lost
     in the woods, hungry, cold and your only companion is the Cat, how
     could anyone possibly stay alive? This vacation has definitely turned
     into a Mouse Trap.
Chapter Notes
     Here is Chapter 5, I think from now on my chapters will be somewhat
     smaller just because it'll be easier for me to dish out pages and not
     have to worry about always meeting a certain page number like my
     other Gregrick fanfiction :B
The early morning drive was more peaceful than it was yesterday. Manny of
course still got the middle seat while Greg was once again stuck with Rodrick
in the back seat. This time though, Greg was smart enough to take the window
seat and not have to go through what happened yesterday again.
Rodrick kept poking or jabbing at Greg throughout the whole trip, but sometimes
Greg felt Rodrick slide his hand underneath his shirt to slightly stroke and
tickle his side. A few giggles erupted from Greg sometimes, but Greg kept
swatting his hand away and glaring at Rodrick only for his older brother to
keep giving him toothy grins, a weird glint in his eyes.
It was around 10:30 am when they finally arrived at Salt Lake Camping
Destination. It was a quaint place, many people were milling around talking,
laughing and little kids playing around in the playground when they drove in.
They kept driving a few ways before they came upon this little house that
looked like every other one.
Greg was looking out the window at the small house with a mix of distaste and
confusion. He always thought when camping was involved it always either
required a tent or a small trailer. The fact that the camping place had houses
made him think, why didn't they just stayed home in the first place. He
suddenly remembered the reason why none of this should matter. Holly was here,
and as far as he was concerned that's all that mattered. With a burst of
enthusiasm and a big grin on his face, he bolted out of the van and started
helping his parents unpack their things.
He could tell Rodrick was confused by his sudden interest in helping their
parents unpack. Rodrick lazily got out of the van and just looked around, not
even bothering to help them. Gregory snorted out, not like it was anything
different Rodrick wasn't helping. He wasn't good for anything really, afterall.
"Thanks alot Greg for your help, we'll take everything from here. If you want
you can go with Rodrick to go look around, they have alot of activities here
and this is a good way to make friends." Their mother said with a smile as she
carried Manny inside. Gregory didn't really want to go with Rodrick so he just
nodded and started heading out with Rodrick unfortunately following behind him.
They didn't say anything as they kept walking down the gravel road, seeing
people mingling around the house or next to unlit campfires and children
running around with water guns. Greg with his awesome good luck, got sprayed by
a little girl. She yelled out a 'sorry' before they kept running away. Rodrick
was laughing hysterically next to him as Greg started airing out his shirt, a
scowl on his face.
"Shut up, it's not funny!" Gregory bellowed out, why couldn't Rodrick just shut
up for once. He started walking more fast pace, a pout still on his face.
Rodrick kept up with him, coming to walk beside Greg now. their arms slightly
brushed up together, sending a tingling jolt up his arm. Why was Rodrick so
close to him?
"Greg?" Greg heard his name and turned his face to the left and he saw her. He
saw Holly and a big smile broke out on his face.
"Holly! wow it's good to see you, who knew I'd find you here!" Gregory ran up
to her, a smile on his face. He had to play it cool, as if he didn't know she
would be here, which of course he did, but no need for her to figure it out.
Holly giggled, a small smile on her face. 'Gosh she's so cute'Gregory thought.
They chatted some more about random things in general, he then felt Rodrick
pressing against his back. He turned a questioning glance towards him. Greg
didn't really want to properly introduce Holly to his brother but he supposed
that's what he wanted.
"Holly, you haven't met my brother before have you?" He inquired which in
turned he got a shake from her. "This is Rodrick, Rodrick, Holly, Holly,
Rodrick." He introduced both of them.
"It's nice to meet you." She smiled at his older brother. Greg did a double
take, she smiled a big smile and she was looking at him as if she was
fascinated. He didn't like that look, not one bit. Though his reason for not
liking it, he wasn't entirely sure it was right. He liked Holl,y right? So
shouldn't he be jealous of her looking at him like that. But instead, this
feeling he was having, it wasn't because he was jealous of Rodrick, he was
getting jealous of Holly. Shaking his head he put on a big grin.
"We're ganna go look around a bit, I'll catch you later alright." He said as he
waved while walking away. She waved back and yelled out they should all hangout
later around a campfire, Greg agreed.
A few ways off as they were walking along the big lake Rodrick asked. "Are you
jealous?"
Gregory whipped his head around and stared at Rodrick with shocked eyes and his
mouth wide open. Did he figure it out? No couldn't be possible, he probably
thought that he was jealous of Holly being more interested in his older brother
than himself. Yah, that must be it, he'll go with that.
"What are you talking about?" He fixed his expression but it was already to
late, Rodrick saw it. A feral grin spread on Rodricks face.
"Oh don't play dumb Greggy, I saw your face when your little friend was looking
at me with a start struck expression. Guess it can't be helped, It's so cute
seeing you get jealous though, but I wonder if you're more jealous of her."
Rodrick said as he pinched his little brother cheeks, earning a grunted squeak
from Greg making Rodrick laugh.
"It's not what you think!" Greg yelled at his brother as he pushed him away
before stalking off.
Greg wasn't looking forward to this trip anymore.
 
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He wasn't just pleased, he was riveted. Rodrick getting that exclamation out of
his little brother was delicious. He was going to have alot of fun with this
and he knew it.
Rodrick kept trailing after Greg, staying a few ways away but making sure he
wouldn't get out of his sight. He wasn't sure when his fascination for his
little brother started. The fact that Greg always thought himself better than
Rodrick made a spark lit in himself. He never had anyone be so against him
before, and the fact that it was his little brother that was suppose to look up
to him made him very excited.
It had started out simple enough, Rodrick enjoyed getting a rise out of Greg.
Seeing all those different expression pass on his face, how he tried to brush
everything off or when he really got upset or angry. It was really fun.
Rodrick didn't hate his brother, it was quite the opposite really. He adored
him. Rodrick wasn't one to show affection like everyone else, he enjoyed seeing
Greg squirm all because of him. See all the emotion pass on Greg's face, all
directed to himself. Rodrick was the one making Greg feel all those things, and
as far as he knew it, he'd be the only one.
Cat's always played with their food before they eat them afterall.
TO BE CONTINUED
***** Touchy *****
Chapter Summary
     What happens when a game of Cat and Mouse exceeds expectation? Lost
     in the woods, hungry, cold and your only companion is the Cat, how
     could anyone possibly stay alive? This vacation has definitely turned
     into a Mouse Trap.
Chapter Notes
     Here is chapter 6 guys, next chapter is going to be really good
     teehee
The camping site was fairly big; Greg didn't feel like he'd be able to walk
everywhere considering it just went on forever. He saw a couple of adults using
go carts to travel around; He couldn't help but laugh at that, adults sure were
lazy.
When he felt he had enough of the sites, he started heading towards the house
they were staying at only to come to the realization that he had forgotten
where they were even staying. He stood on the side of the road contemplating
just to keep walking or to ask Rodrick if he knew where it was. He decided to
push his pride down and was opening his mouth to ask his older brother when he
felt a hand grasp his.
"It's this way shrimp; I can't believe you're lost." Rodrick uttered out
sarcastically and started dragging Greg behind him. A blush formed on Greg's
face as he tried to pull his hand out from his older brother's, but Rodrick was
holding on too strongly. He couldn't help but stare agape at his brother and
their hands. Just what had gotten into him?
"R-Rodrick, why the hell are you holding my hand!" Gregory stuttered out, face
completely flushed with blood. Rodrick turned around and saw his face, deciding
not to comment as he replied.
"I wouldn't want you to get lost again. Just follow your older brother like a
good little boy, shrimp." To emphasize what he said, he tugged on Greg's hand,
forcing Greg to walk next to him. Greg just kept spluttering things such as why
this was "really weird" and not to "call him shrimp." Rodrick just grinned and
kept dragging his little brother along.
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They finally arrived at their lot, everything already taken out and placed in
their new home for the next two weeks. Greg pulled at his arm again and Rodrick
finally let him go; Greg glared up at Rodrick before heading inside, Rodrick
following behind.
"Ah, there you two are! How was it? This is a nice place, isn't it? Did you see
the lake? It's so big, and they have kayaks and small boats we can go on."
Their mother stated enthusiastically, looking from Greg to Rodrick with a look
of eagerness. Greg put on a fake enthusiastic smile and nodded, replying that
"yes the camping site was indeed awesome", but it really wasn't. He was
dreading staying here, especially now that Holly had seemed to show more
interest in Rodrick than himself.
It was almost time for lunch so Greg decided to help his parents set up the
table, he had nothing better to do and he still couldn't get the thoughts of
Rodrick and Holly out of his head. He was jealous of Rodrick and the fact that
Rodrick was getting attention from his crush, and yet he felt even more jealous
of Holly swooning over Rodrick and Rodrick doing nothing about it- heck, he
accepted it! Greg shook his head, trying to get rid of those thoughts but they
kept on bouncing around like a kangaroo, prolonging his suffering. He was not
looking forward to the campfire later tonight, nope, not one bit.
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Seeing his little brother fussing around as he set up the table was very
amusing to Rodrick, he couldn't help but let a snicker leave his mouth. He kept
glancing at Greg, who was deep in thought with his face constantly changing
into various different expressions. Greg was like an open book to Rodrick, he
could tell exactly what was on his little bro's mind and what he was currently
feeling. That was what he liked so much about Greg, though some would find it
weak to show so much emotion, Rodrick enjoyed how he knew Greg completely.
Rodrick took the forks and knives and starting setting them up on the patio
surrounded by windows. He casually brushed up against Greg as he set the
utensils where he was currently standing, Greg's eyes staring holes into the
plate he had just set down. He saw his little brother jump in surprise at him
as if he had just been burnt before scurrying off to the other side to set the
other plates. Greg was twitching all over the place and Rodrick was having so
much fun because of it.
"Greg I think you need to calm down or else you'll drop the plate." He said as
he finished placing the utensils. Greg just glared at him and crossed his arms,
pouting.
"I am calm, Rodrick! Maybe you need to stop invading my personal space." He
uttered the last part underneath his breath but Rodrick heard. Rodrick just
kept grinning deviously as he kept looking at Greg with his piercing eyes. Greg
started fidgeting from his left foot to his right, his eyes completely
captivated by Rodrick's, feeling awkward yet unable to tear his gaze away from
him. Rodrick snorted before looking away, grin still plastered on his face as
he started to head back inside to see when their food would be ready. He would
have plenty of time to keep teasing his little brother later tonight, when
Holly would be in the picture and where things would get much more interesting.
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The Heffley family ate in relative silence as they enjoyed the brisk sounds of
nature and appreciated their food. Their mother kept asking the brothers about
what they thought about the camp site and what they thought would be fun to do
as a family. The two brothers just kept shrugging their shoulders, not really
in the mood to talk. This, of course, was not stopping their mother from
throwing ideas out there: hiking trip, swimming, sports, nature watching, and
campfire. At the word "campfire" Greg stilled as he glared down at his food, a
sour look on his face. Their mother kept babbling when Rodrick spoke up.
"We were actually invited tonight to go spend time with one of Greg's friend
around a campfire." Susan stopped and smiled at them, happy that they were
experiencing the outdoor life.
"Well that's just great, who is this friend Greg, and do I know them?" She
persistently asked Greg, her eyes of happiness boring holes into his head as he
kept glaring at his food. He briskly nodded his head.
"It's my friend Holly from school. Holly Hills." Greg muttered, still glaring
down at his food.
Susan exclaimed in recognition.
"Oh that girl you like? She's a nice girl, isn't she Frank? Well that is just
perfect! I'm so glad you're going to be spending time with you friend. I want
both of you to enjoy the outdoor as much as possible." Susan beamed at them
before continuing to eat.
Greg's face was ablaze with embarrassment. Was his crush on Holly really that
noticeable that even their oblivious mother would notice? He stabbed at his
mashed potato before ramming them into his mouth, his fork poking the back of
his throat causing him to gag a bit. He glanced at Rodrick hoping he didn't see
that, but low and behold, his older brother was staring right at him. His
embarrassment flared to maximum height and he quickly averted his gaze once
more.
He was honestly really starting to hate it here.
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Rodrick could tell how uncomfortable Greg was getting, the blush rather
noticeable on his pale face. It was quite adorable, actually. Rodrick could
also tell that Greg kept sneaking glances at him which he kept catching in the
act, smiling his toothy grin every time to further humiliate his little shrimp.
Once everyone had finished eating they started cleaning up. It was only one
o'clock and they still had a lot of time before dinner; after eating, they
would then head out to meet Holly for the campfire, which is where the real fun
would start. Rodrick took his plate and brought it inside to dump in the sink.
Now that he thought about it, he really didn't look around this place. Rodrick
could tell right away that the number of sleeping areas was almost zero to
nonexistent. He saw that at the end of the hall was a bedroom with one bed, and
to the right of the kitchen he saw a lone couch, which he presumed would be
turned into a pull out bed. This meant that Greg and he would have to sleep
together again. He snickered at that thought, knowing little Greg would not
like that one bit at all.
Just then Greg had walked in with his own plate and set it into the sink,
taking notice of the couch also which made his face consort into that of
horror. He stepped in front of Greg, blocking his view of the couch and looking
down, his hair falling into his face. Greg took a step back and looked up at
his older brother in surprise, as if he didn't notice that he had been standing
there the whole time. That was something that would have to change, Greg would
have to notice his presence at all time, and there was no room for forgetting.
"Looks like we're roomies again, but this time you won't get away from me."
Rodrick flicked his finger onto Greg's forehead, leaving a small red finger
print. Greg brought his hand to his forehead and glared at Rodrick before
sticking his tongue out in a childish way.
"Better bring your tongue back in before I bite it." Greg quickly closed his
mouth and stared up at Rodrick in shock. He quickly scurried away back to the
door and onto the patio in the safety of his parents.
Rodrick, at that moment, had really wanted to just take Greg's face and slam
his mouth onto his, wanting to show Greg exactly what that little tongue of his
would have to deal with. He snickered once more before going to the couch and
throwing himself on it. A nap sounded about right at the moment. He had to be
well rested if he was going to tease his little brother even more that night.
With those happy thoughts, Rodrick drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
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Greg sat on the front steps of the house, seeing all the children and adults
starting to head inside for dinner. Gregory was feeling jumpy as of lately
around Rodrick and he knew exactly why. It was feeling like his older brother
wasn't only trying to tease him, but it also felt like he was trying to gain
more of his attention as well. Rodrick always had him in his sight and he
always wanted to make Greg remember that he was there. That would explain why
Rodrick had held his hand. He was having a very hard time figuring out why he
was doing these entire thing as of lately; Why did Rodrick feel the need to
suddenly invade his privacy and make it feel like there was something going on
between them? It felt really strange to Greg, and he just wasn't able to place
the emotions he was feeling.
He was really happy that Rodrick wasn't only teasing him anymore, well, he
still was, but it had started to feel more like a brotherly bond as of lately
with a lot of touching, which irked him only in the slightest. It was so
foreign to Greg, so he didn't know how to properly respond to these things.
Rejection and running away were the things he kept thinking about. Greg really
felt like he was Rodrick's prey, being played and toyed with which would result
in his ultimate downfall if he ever let his attention waver from his predator.
Nightfall was fast approaching, which meant that they would be heading out to
see Holly soon. He was really excited to see Holly, but at the same time he was
dreading the looks she would be giving his older brother. He really hated that
Rodrick kept getting everything Greg ever wanted: Rodrick had popularity, a lot
of friends and fans and now he was getting Holly. He balled his hands into
fists and slammed them onto his bent knees. Greg was really upset, he hated his
brother and he was feeling that his life was so unfair.
Greg knew that deep inside he didn't really hate his brother, he loved him, and
Rodrick was his older brother even though he kept doing a terrible job at it.
Even though he kept getting teased or beat up, Greg still kept looking at
Rodrick like he was the best person in the world. He didn't show that side to
Rodrick of course- his ego was already inflated enough- he didn't need to know
that Rodrick had his undivided attention even without trying to get his
attention in the most peculiar ways.
A defeated sigh left his lips as his father called him inside for dinner. Greg
really loathed his life, but yet he knew that he would miss it if it ever
disappeared. He was definitely a masochist, and he hated that little fact even
more than he hated his life.
TO BE CONTINUED
***** Rules *****
Chapter Summary
     What happens when a game of Cat and Mouse exceeds expectation? Lost
     in the woods, hungry, cold and your only companion is the Cat, how
     could anyone possibly stay alive? This vacation has definitely turned
     into a Mouse Trap.
Chapter Notes
     You all are going to Love and Hate me. Sorry in advance for any
     emotions you will face.
Thankfully for Greg, dinner wasn't as eventful as lunch had been. Casual talk
circulated the table about what the brothers would do at the campfire and what
time it would start at; their mother also wanted to know if there was going to
be any drinking and if there was, they were not allowed to have more than one
drink. Rodrick snorted at that and said that there would most likely not be any
drinking. Rodrick was right about that one, Holly's parents weren't too big on
underage drinking and they were definitely not as accepting as his parents
were.
Once dinner was over and he was picking up his plate to go clean it, his mother
shooed him away, telling him to go get ready and dress warm for the camp fire.
He shrugged his shoulders, and headed back into the house and towards his
suitcase to pick out his outfit. As soon as his clothing was bundled in his
arms, he headed towards the bathroom to get dressed; when inside, Greg started
undressing and put on a large sweatshirt with the Twisted Wizard logo and
characters on it, which was then followed by some black sweat pants.
He picked up his clothing from the floor and wrapped them in a big ball and
headed back into the room; Greg then threw his clothing into his suitcase as he
passed before making his way to where his shoes sat next to the front door like
lazy logs. After his shoes were tied together, Greg got up and kicked his shoes
against the floor to make sure they were secured.
A few seconds later Rodrick walked outside in his very own Löded Diper hoodie
and jeans. Rodrick started heading out without even glancing at Greg, knowing
that his brother would follow him.
Greg didn't remember where Holly's house was situated at, but Rodrick seemed to
know exactly where it was. Greg walked briskly behind Rodrick, not really
wanting to be close to him as memories of Rodrick teasing him at luch lingered
in his mind like a nightmare that just would not leave. He was still really
peeved about that-he hated being teased by Rodrick considering Greg was never
good at teasing back. He let out a sigh as he shook his head."Do you want to
hold my hand so you don't get lost, shrimp?" Rodrick cackled, his arm
outstretched towards Greg and his famous grin plastered on his face. Greg
huffed out a growl mixed between a sigh, irritation crawling over his skin, and
swatted at Rodrick's that motion, Greg started walking faster, now being the
one to lead the way with Rodrick trailing behind him laughing all the while.
Gregory crossed his arms over his chest, feeling irked all over again at how
Rodrick kept treating him like a child; he was sixteen now, and he wanted to be
treated as a teenager, not a five year old. Who cares if Rodrick was nineteen
and almost a young adult? he was still a teenager and he wanted to be equal to
his older brother. He knew that was never going to happen, not with Rodrick's
was now walking next to Greg with his hands in his pocket and a bored
expression painted over his face. Greg had to wonder why he was tagging along
if he didn't even seem interested in going. Rodrick couldn't possibly be
interested in Holly, and if he was there would be no way that Greg would ever
let Rodrick make a move. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion, his short
brown hair billowing in the wind and his eyes watering because of the breeze.
Dawn had already started to settle over the camp site, various hues of red and
yellows could be seen as night started to take over. It wasn't long before they
were finally at Holly's campsite. Greg knew this because she was at the end of
the driveway waving her hands at them.
"I'm so glad you both could make it! My parents decided to stay inside and
watch a movie so it will just be us along with a few of my friends from around
the camp site. Follow me, the camp fire is in the back." Holly smiled at the
both of them, her eyes-of course-kept flickering to Rodrick and Greg, who
couldn't help but ball his fists at his side as he forced a strained smile.
"That's awesome, don't take this the wrong way but your parent's kind of scare
me." He laughed pathetically, Holly joined in and nodded her head.
"Yes, my parents tend to do that. They're very overprotective and strict, so
they do come off sometimes as scary." Holly ushered them over and all three of
them starting heading towards the backyard.
"Greg is also a scaredy cat, so pretty much everything scares him." Leave it to
Rodrick to make a fool out of him in front of Holly, and to make matters worst
all Holly did was giggle at what Rodrick had said. Greg's cheeks flushed a very
unattractive red as he punched Rodrick in the arm and gave him a look that told
him to shut up. Rodrick just grinned and ruffled Greg's hair in response. He
jerked his head out of his reach and ran towards Holly and started walking next
to her instead.
Once they were in the backyard, the fire was already roaring with life and
roughly four other people, all teenagers by the looks of it, were crowding
around the campfire in chairs and blankets. Greg followed Holly to the group
until they were now standing in front of them, where Holly began the
introduction.
"Okay everyone, this here is Greg. He's in my classes and he's a really cool
guy. The big guy next to him is his older brother Rodrick." Holly addressed
both of them, pointing respectively when she did the introduction.
"Over there with the long brown hair is Krissi, she's been my Saltlake buddy
for the last four years." Krissi had light brown eyes, and was currently
wrapped in a big fluffy red blanket; she smiled at both of them and waved.
"And then you have Eric and Jake, they're twins but I find that the best way to
tell them apart is by what they wear. Eric likes to wear colorful clothing
while Jake likes to wear mostly neutral colours. They've been coming here since
they were young." Both Eric and Jake had short black hair and dark brown eyes;
they both said hello at the same time. Greg never really liked twins, the way
that they always said the same thing at the same time always creeped him out.
"Lastly you have Sarah, this is her first year at Saltlake. She's Krissi's
friend from high school." Sarah waved meekly and averted her eyes from them.
She was obviously the shyest of the group. She had medium curly red hair and
green eyes; freckles also adorned her face and she was wrapped in a green wool
blanket.
After the introductions were over Rodrick, Holly, and Greg took a seat in the
three last open chairs. Holly rushed for the middle seat so Greg was forced to
either seat next to Krissi or next to Sarah. He chose Sarah, because he knew
that she wouldn't be talk much. Once settled in, he looked at the camp fire and
enjoyed the warmth and the colours. Conversation picked up right away,
questions, of course, headed towards Rodrick who was obviously the oldest and
coolest one there. Greg was always left in the dark when Rodrick was around.
Compared to Rodrick, Greg was nothing more than a ghost: invisible and
uninteresting with his plain looks.
"So Rodrick, what do you like doing in your spare time?" Holly asked, quite
interested with the way she was perched towards Rodrick, her hair pushed to the
side as her hand patted gently against his arm. Rodrick was playing along of
course, glancing at Greg before glancing back to Holly and telling her about
his band. Greg wanted to gag and cry at the same time; Greg really liked Holly
and wished that she would show that much interest in him. But at the same time,
he didn't want Holly asking Rodrick questions or Rodrick answering those
questions. It wasn't like he was jealous- Okay, yes, he definitely was jealous.
It wasn't like it should matter, Rodrick wasn't his…His? What the hell was he
even thinking about? Why would he think something as ridiculous as that?
Rodrick was his brother and this shouldn't matter to him whether or not Rodrick
was interested in Holly.
What did matter, though, was that Rodrick was toying with Holly in order to get
a rise out of Greg, and he did not like that- not one bit. Holly was a really
nice person, and she shouldn't be treated this way. Greg glared at Rodrick in a
way that told him to stop playing games with her. Rodrick either chose to
ignore what he was trying to say or didn't understand.
"Oh, Holly, is he the one with the band in the video you showed me where the
weird lady was dancing in the background? Didn't that video hit over a million
views? Wow that's amazing! You're, like, almost famous!" Krissi gushed out,
entering in the conversation along with the two twins. Sarah was just listening
and glancing at the fire, quite interested by the looks of it.
Greg could clearly see Rodrick's eyes narrow and he let out a small 'oh shit'
under his breath as Rodrick's eyes set themselves on Greg. He hunched closer to
his chair, trying to disappear from Rodrick's piercing gaze. He had forgotten
about the video that he and Rowley had posted on Youtube. Rodrick had been so
angry when he stumbled upon it, his band had been completely pushed to the side
as the camera focused on their mother.
"I wouldn't call us almost famous, considering the video was centered
completely on my mother. Our little friend, Greg, decided it would be funny to
post that video. Our band was laughed at because of that video." Rodrick
snorted out angrily. Holly must have sensed that the conversation had started
heading downwards because she quickly reached under her chair and pulled out a
bag of marshmallows.
"Marshmallow time! We only have five sticks, so if you two want some you can go
look in the forest and see if you can find any thin sticks to use." Holly
chirped out happily, feeling that she did the right thing by changing the
subject. Greg felt that it could be the worst idea, because now he would be
stuck in the dark forest with his brother. He had to think of something quick-
he knew that if he went with Rodrick he would most likely get beaten up.
"It's fine, I'll go look for two sticks." Greg said as he got up from his chair
and started heading towards the forest. Greg didn't know how deep he went, all
he knew was there was no sticks lying around on the outside, so he went further
in to try and find some. He heard crunching leafs in the background and turned
around just in time to see Rodrick harshly punch him in the shoulder. His hand
sprung up to his injured shoulder as he looked at Rodrick with bewilderment and
anger.
"What the hell was that for?!" He shouted at him, backing away until he was
pressed up against a tree and Rodrick blocking his way. Greg could see that
Rodrick was looking at his fingers, flexing them before turning his head
towards Greg.
"I had forgotten about that video and I never did give you your punishment
because of it." Rodrick stalked closer to Greg until he was now looming over
his little brother. Greg lifted up his hand in a sign of surrender and
stuttered out.
"H-Hey, I'm really s-s-sorry about that. I-I didn't think it would get that
much a-a-a-a-attention, and I-I didn't have any i-ill intentions! I'm s-sorry
you got l-laughed at, but p-please don't beat me up-eech!" Greg closed his eyes
and turned his body away as he saw Rodrick lift up his fist to punch Greg
again. He could hear his heart beating swiftly and erratically, the pounding
resonating through his head.
The pain, however, never came and he couldn't help but be confused; he was
certain that Rodrick was going to hit him again.
His right eye cracked open and he glanced at Rodrick who still had his fist
hanging in the air. Greg felt himself slowly start to calm down as he turned
his attention fully to Rodrick, wondering what was going on in his head. It
wasn't like Rodrick to back down from beating up Greg, not that he was
complaining mind you, but he had a bad feeling about this.
"You know what, hitting you wouldn't make me feel any better. Maybe I should
make fun of you instead? Make fun of you right in front of Holly, how would
that make you feel? That sounds like a good enough punishment for what your
little video did to my band and our reputation." Greg could feel the irritation
rushing off of Rodrick in waves. Gregory tried to shrink himself closer to the
tree he was resting against, trying to make himself invisible like he was so
good at. Rodrick wouldn't go that far, would he? His older brother knew how
much he cared for Holly and how he did not want her to look at him as if he was
an idiot.
"No! Please don't, I'll do anything! You know how much I like Holly, please
don't make fun out of me even more in front of her. Promise me you won't do
that! Please!" Greg spluttered out, his tone articulating his fear and defeat.
His eyes were wide and desperate as he grasped onto Rodrick's arm that now laid
at his side. His tiny hands grasped firmly as he tugged Rodrick closer, making
sure that Rodrick could not run away until he promised.
Rodrick was looking down at Greg with a smug look on his face, as if he knew he
had won and he had him exactly where he wanted him; he seemed to be mauling the
idea over in his head before his eyes darkened and his smirk turned into a
sinister grin.
"Anything I want? My, my Greg, that's a big thing to say. I promise I won't
make fun of you anymore in front of Holly as long as you follow my two
conditions: Number one, you need to do everything I say and not complain. Which
means no tattling on me to mom or dad, and not telling anyone about it. Number
two, now I know you're going to hate this one." Rodrick cackled, advancing
closer to Greg so that his little brother was now flushed between the tree and
Rodrick.
"You need to kiss me every day and every single time I ask for one. These are
my rules and if you don't like it, the deal is off and I'll make your life even
more miserable." Rodrick took a hold of Greg's chin in-between his fingers,
turning his little brother face upwards so that he was now fully looking into
his eyes and see how completely serious he was. Greg started to shake like a
leaf in the wind, his legs felt like rubber and he felt his world come crashing
down.
What was Rodrick trying to do?! Why did he want him to kiss him?! Greg felt
scared and humiliated, and he knew-he just knew- that this is exactly what
Rodrick wanted. What Rodrick loved above all else was how he was able to make
fun of his little brother. Rodrick may stop humiliating him in front of Holly,
but that didn't mean he wouldn't stop embarrassing Greg when it was only the
two of them.
Greg shook his head, trying to push Rodrick away all the while saying that
there was no way that he would agree to that. Tears were brimming at the edge
of his eyes but there was no way that he would let Rodrick see them. He was
mortified by the thought of kissing Rodrick and angry at how Rodrick was
getting a kick out of this.
"If you say so, I guess I'll run on back to Holly and tell her all the stories
I have about you. They're not good stories and I'm sure she'll be laughing at
you for a very long time." Rodrick started backing away from Greg, the hands
that were holding his arm now resting in defeat next to Greg. Gregory closed
his eyes in denial.
He hated this. He hated how Rodrick made him feel, and how he treated him. He
hated Rodrick more than he ever hated him before. Rodrick wasn't his brother.
He never treated Greg like a brother should and he was definitely not a nice
person.
His outstretched hand reached for his older brother once more, grasping onto
his hoodie. His body was shaking and his head was downcast, tears were
trickling out of his eyes. His breathing was coming in small puffs of air like
he wasn't able to properly breathe, which wasn't too far from the truth.
Gregory was having a raging battle in his head about what he should do. It was
just a kiss, wasn't it? A lot of siblings practiced kissing on each other,
right? He vaguely remembered Angie talking about one of her friends that did it
a couple of times when they were younger. It wasn't that big of a deal, well,
it somewhat was considering Greg had never kissed anyone before and he didn't
really want his first kiss to be with Rodrick of all people. A shaky breath
left his parted lips, the cold night air was finally getting to him and he felt
his teeth clattering against each other.
He brought his head upwards, eyes still brimming with tears to look at Rodrick,
who was now looking at him with a raised eyebrow and small smirk. Greg wanted
nothing more than to wipe that look off his face.
Rodrick took a hold of Greg's arm, shaking his hand from the grip he had on
Rodrick's hoodie; e felt Rodrick's hand start to glide up his arm and onto his
shoulder before his brothers hand rested next to Greg's head and planted firmly
on the tree trunk behind him. He felt small tingles of sensation where Rodrick
brushed his hand on Greg and he felt sick. His breathing was uneven and he
couldn't turn his gaze away from Rodrick's face. He understood what Rodrick has
said before. He was the mouse and Rodrick was the cat, and the prey never wins
against the predator.
"So Greg, what do you think? Ready to agree to my terms?" Rodrick brought his
face closer to his little brother, his breathing wafting over Greg's face,
shark grin plastered on his tan face.
Greg closed his eyes and let out a pained sigh. He nodded his head in defeat;
there was no way out of this, and frankly it was too much trouble to try and
get out of this. He would do what Rodrick wanted, even if it meant kissing his
brother.
Greg knew now that the kiss was only a way for Rodrick to humiliate him. If he
kept telling himself it meant nothing than after a while Rodrick would stop,
figuring out that he couldn't use that to demean him anymore.
Greg heard Rodrick let out a small laugh of victory; he wanted to run away and
hide, crawl into a hole and lay in there forever. Rodrick's fingers treaded
themselves through Gregory's hair, softly tugging at them as he brought Greg's
face closer to his own. With his eyes still closed and legs shaking, he let out
a last shaky breath before his lips were taken for the very first time by his
worst enemy: his own brother.
To Be Continued
 
***** Jealousy *****
Chapter Summary
     What happens when a game of Cat and Mouse exceeds expectation? Lost
     in the woods, hungry, cold and your only companion is the Cat, how
     could anyone possibly stay alive? This vacation has definitely turned
     into a Mouse Trap.
Chapter Notes
     Welp here is chapter 8, I am so so so sorry for how long it’s been
     taking me to dish out these chapter guys. But I would just like to
     say how happy it makes me feel to see so many people still following
     this story.
Rodrick never thought that he would ever be in this type of situation. Sure, he
played evil pranks on Greg that sometimes ended up with his little brother
being so angry that he would run away, tears in those big eyes and a frown on
his pale face. He was sick, he knew that, but he really didn’t care at this
point. Especially not with Greg pinned between Rodrick and the tree, tears
flowing from his closed eyes, head titled upwards with lips begging to be
touched.
Rodrick had his hand threaded through Gregory’s soft hair, ushering his little
brothers head closer to his own. He felt Greg’s breath waft over his face, the
smell of dinner faint on his breath. The hunger he was feeling was different,
Rodrick wanted Greg even if his little brother didn’t. He felt his fingers
clench in Greg’s hair, eliciting a small groan of pain from the younger one.
Rodrick felt his dick twitch at the sound, how he wished he could hear Greg
make more of those sounds, feel his naked body pressed up against his own as he
took him over and over again. Rodrick would have what he wanted no matter how
long it took. He would win Greg over one way or another, he vowed that to
himself.
Rodrick let out a sigh of accomplishment as his lips descended upon Greg’s own
lips. The prospect of a kiss every day and anytime he wanted made his pants
feel tighter as he pressed himself against Greg, flushing them both together
against the tree. He felt Greg stiffen against him, evident about the budge
pressing up against his little brother. He didn’t care, all he wanted was to
hear Greg make more of those noise.
He licked his little brother’s bottom lips, asking for entrance and yet being
denied. There couldn’t be any of that, oh no. He pulled at Greg’s hair once
more, earning himself a small gasp of pain and in that time Rodrick’s tongue
plunged into the depths of Greg’s mouth, feeling his way across every crevasses
that his brother’s mouth had to offer. The kiss wasn’t sweet or soft, it was
harsh and yearning. He had wanted this for so long and he finally had it, damn
him if he wouldn’t enjoy every single second of it.
Rodrick’s free hand grasped at Greg’s hips as he rubbed himself against him,
friction doing wonders for him. He could hear the small whimpers that Greg was
making, could feel him shaking in his arms and the smell of fear flowing in
waves. It was delicious. The kiss was hot and was making him feel light headed,
he had won the battle for dominance the second his tongue entered Greg’s mouth.
Rodrick nibbled at Greg’s lips before trailing kisses down his neck, licking
his tongue against the junction of his neck and shoulder before biting down,
sucking, yearning to leave a mark on his little brother.
Greg pleaded him to stop, trying to push him away to no avail. Greg was panting
at this point, all of this was new to him Rodrick mused to himself. He’s never
been touched this way, never felt the body of another holding him this way.
Rodrick would be a lot of his firsts it seemed, a smirk fitting across his face
as he finally licked at the now bruised mark on his brother’s body. Rodrick
played with his brother’s hair, looking at his face that was now red with
embarrassment, or shame, whichever it was it was a nice color on Greg’s pale
face. He glided his finger across Greg’s face until he took his chin in-between
his thumb and index finger, making Greg look into his eyes.
“Now, was that really so bad.” He uttered as he softly stroked his brother’s
face with his thumb. Greg wretched himself away, crossing his arm over his
chest to try and hide himself. The tears were long gone but he could still see
the puffiness of his eyes. Rodrick guided his hand to Greg’s face only to see
him shy away, closing eyes as if expecting to be hit. Rodrick tsked before
rubbing at the corner of Greg’s eyes, trying to soother the redness.
“You should wait a few minutes before heading back, don’t want people wondering
why your eyes are so red.” Rodrick said as he softly caressed Greg’s head
before going in and kissing his forehead. Greg was looking at him with wide
eyes as he turned around, picking up a few stray tree branches before heading
back to the camp fire. He didn’t miss the shocked and confuse look on his
little brother’s face. Oh yes, this was going to be a lot of fun.
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Gregory had no idea what had just happened. One minute Rodrick was roughly
kissing, rubbing up against him, biting, pulling at his hair and then the next
minute he was trying to comfort him and softly touching him? Greg wrung his
fingers threw his hair and start tugging at it, sliding down to the foot of the
tree in confusion. Greg was a mess and he felt it, his shaking had stopped but
the beating of his heart was as fast as ever. He knew Rodrick was just playing
him, trying to get a reaction out of him for his own personal fun. He knew all
of this and yet he still let him do it, Greg still let Rodrick wiggle his way
underneath his skin and let him grab hold of his heart.
Greg was at his mercy and there was really nothing he could do about it. Greg
had lost to Rodrick and this time his punishment would happen every single day
and he wasn’t allowed to tell anyone about it. Greg felt lost and alone more
than ever, not even Rodrick’s failed attempt at comforting him could fix him
now. He felt his world start to shatter bits by bits and the one at fault was
Rodrick, it was always Rodrick’s fault and he hated him even more. He wanted
him to just go away, to leave him alone, to stop hurting him. Brothers weren’t
supposed to do this, brothers were not supposed to emotionally and mentally
hurt their sibling.
Greg knew there was something wrong with Rodrick, but there was absolutely
nothing he could do. He was stuck with Rodrick for as long as he remained in
that house with his family, there was no escaping or running away from Rodrick.
A broken sobbed left his person, his chest heaving with what was feeling like a
panic attack. Greg held himself tight and closed his eyes, counting for as long
as it took to calm himself down. He hit his head a few times.
“Calm down, calm down, calm down.” He whispered to himself over and over again.
Greg could feel himself finally relaxing, his heart returning to a normal beat
and his breathing becoming soft puffs of air in the summer night breeze. He
felt his gaze move towards to fire that was a few ways away. He could see the
soft light of the fire through the large tickets of tree, but he could not hear
or see the group surrounding it.
Greg had been comforting himself for the last five minutes he mussed to
himself. He felt it was about time he returned to the group or else they would
wonder what had happened to him. That conversation was something he did not
want to have with anyone, especially not with Holly around.
Greg stopped and thought to himself, if Holly found out she would be mortified,
disgusted with him. Holly would probably never want to be his friend or see his
face. He rubbed his hand over his face, his eyes felt less stingy, redness had
gone down quite a bit. As he propped himself up he picked up a few stray tree
branches before finally making his way to the group. He could finally hear
their laughter as they chatted about something around the fire. As he finally
made his way outside of the forest he could see a few of the people looking at
him with confusion, wondering where he had been.
“Sorry I got…uh…my foot got stuck in a hole.” He rubbed his head with his free
hand as he laughed at himself in embarrassment. He was glad he was able to lie,
with what keeps happening with Rodrick, lying was starting to become very easy
for him. Rodrick turned around and smirked at Greg.
“You should have yelled for me to come and help you then? Or did you not want
your big brother to see you stuck in a hole?” Rodrick laughed along with
everyone else. Greg glared and huffed out, going over and dropping the branches
on the floor with the other stack that Rodrick had brought over. He went back
to his chair and sat grudgingly on it, crossing his arms and looking into the
first with a glare.
The chatter started up again but he paid it no mind, he only came out of his
mussing when Rodrick handed him a branch which he took scornfully. He felt
Rodrick’s finger brush lightly against his own, he had almost dropped the
branch but kept a hold of it, he didn’t want people to wonder. He softly
thanked him before setting it softly on his lap, waiting for the bag of
marshmallows to be passed around.
Once he received the small globs of white sugar, he stuck one on his branch
rather forcefully before setting it over the flame, being careful not to let it
burn. Greg was lost in his own thoughts about what had happened in the forest
when he felt his stick being pushed lower into the fire. He roughly brought it
up only to see it had caught fire. He blew on it but his treat was destroyed,
it was nothing but a charred marshmallow now. He huffed at it, pulling the
charred bit off before taking a hold of the now slippery and 1brother did
nothing but stare at him with a smile and a twinkle in those dark brown eyes.
Greg glanced at everyone surrounding the fire, Sarah was still wrapped in her
blanket munching softly on her golden marshmallow. Jake and Eric had both burnt
theirs but they seem to enjoy it that way as they ate theirs in one mouthful.
Krissi and Holly were talking to themselves and giggling. Everyone seemed to be
enjoying themselves except for himself. By how dark it had gotten he can only
assume that it was close to eleven. He felt himself yawn slightly, hiding it
behind his hand. They had already been there for almost two hours but it really
didn’t feel that long, just how long were they in the woods for?
From the corner of his eyes he could see Rodrick getting up, dusting his hand
on his jeans as he set the stick on the ground. Holly turned towards Rodrick
and smiled, getting up as well.
“Are you heading out already Rodrick?” Holly asked with a pout. Greg felt his
hand clench around the branch. What was so good about Rodrick, why would Holly
like his brother so much and not him. His fingers kept clenching and
unclenching.
“Yah, I’m feeling a bit tired. It was a big day today, what with setting up and
everything. I think it’s time that the shrimp and I headed off back home.” He
gestured towards Greg and himself. Greg let out a sigh, he wasn’t particularly
tired and he wasn’t looking forward to sharing a bed with Rodrick.
Oh god, he was sharing a bed with Rodrick. He could feel a headache coming
along, the thought of what Rodrick might actually do to him while he was
sleeping scared that hell out of him. There was absolutely nothing he could
though, unless he decided to sleep on the floor which he rather not do. Once
second thought maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea.
“That’s understandable, either way it was really fun to have you and Greg here
with us. We should all do this again!” Holly exclaimed happily. The others
nodded as well, laughing and agreeing. Rodrick smiled politely and nodded.
“Sure, that would be fun. It was great meeting all of you.” He waved
nonchalantly as he started heading out. Greg got up and smiled at everyone and
then at Holly.
“Thanks for having us Holly, it was great meeting everyone and spending time
with you.” Holly beamed and gave Greg a hug, saying that it was great having
him there. Greg felt himself hugging back and melting in her arms. He really
did like Holly, she was a great person. Once the hug was finished he smiled at
everyone and waved before following Rodrick who was looking at him with disdain
and a harsh look in his head. Greg was confused and his face clearly spoke that
to Rodrick. Rodrick tsked and turned around, expecting Greg to follow him,
which he did.
Once the two of them were out of the backyard and walking down a barely lit
road, Rodrick grabbed hold of Greg hand, clasping his fingers around his hand
in a tight grip. Greg jumped, surprised and scared expecting to be thrown to
the ground or something. But nothing like that happened, Rodrick just held on
to his hand and kept walking forward. Greg looked at Rodrick questionably and
at their hands, trying to pull his hand out. He wondered if he should ask what
he was doing because Rodrick answered for him instead.
“Remember our deal, you do what I say and follow my lead without any questions
or restraints, got it!” Rodrick had stopped walking then, his face turned
towards Greg, seething out his answer. Greg was taken aback, he didn’t know why
Rodrick was so upset?
“Are you mad at me because I hugged Holly?” Rodrick rolled his eyes at that,
and then grinned, an idea forming in his head as he smirked at Greg. He didn’t
like the look of that smile.
“On that note you just made me think up a new rule. You’re not allowed to hug
Holly ever again.” Rodrick stated, victory in his voice and stance, hand still
firmly wrapped around Greg’s hand. Greg was upset, why would he stop giving
Holly hugs, she was her friend and there was no way he could say no when she
was the one that initiated the embrace.
“Why would I do that? She’s my friend, I can’t just say no when she hugs me. Is
this because you like her or something? Do you actually like Holly?” Greg was
shocked, what if Rodrick really did like Holly, there was no way that he could
win Holly’s affection if Rodrick was his rival. He was crestfallen, Rodrick
just seemed to want everything that Greg held dear to himself. First his first
kiss and now Rodrick wanted his crush.
Greg heard Rodrick growl, his head snapped up at that sound before he was
yanked forward by the scruff of his shirt and lips were smashed against his
own. He gasped out in surprise at the sudden assault. His hands flailed out and
grabbed hold of Rodrick sweater, bunching his fist together to grab hold.
Rodrick kept kissing him forcefully, harshly. It was a fast kiss, over even
before it began but that did not stop Greg from being breathless. His fists
were still bunched in Rodrick sweater and Rodrick still had a firm hold on his
shirt. His face heated up at what had happened.
He felt the hand let him go and his own hands falling down to his side as he
looked at Rodrick with wide eyes. Rodrick huffed and grabbed his hand once
more, this time Greg didn’t fight it. The kiss had muddled his head it seemed,
he didn’t know what he wanted to do anymore, he just kept following Rodrick
down the dark road.
 “Don’t ask me stupid questions again.” Rodrick uttered out, a whisper so soft
   that it was barely there, but Greg had still heard it. Hot, confused and
  breathless, they kept on walking, shoulders and arms brushing against each
     other as their hands swung softly, clasped together in-between them.
                                TO BE CONTINUED
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WELL THERE WE GO. The ending I find is actually so cute ;W; DON’T WORRY THE
STORY IS FAR FROM OVER!!! Either way R&R hope you all enjoy. I swear Rodrick
cares about Greg, deep…deeeepdeeeeeeeeep down. Also sorry for mistakes, I was
so excited to post. I sent it to my Beta so I'll update it when she has time to
go over it.
***** Heat Of The Moment *****
Chapter Summary
     What happens when a game of Cat and Mouse exceeds expectation? Lost
     in the woods, hungry, cold and your only companion is the Cat, how
     could anyone possibly stay alive? This vacation has definitely turned
     into a Mouse Trap.
Chapter Notes
     Well here we are, chapter 9 and damn is this ever the longest fic I
     have ever written. I’m really proud of myself for still being able to
     write this. So many times in the past have I started a fanfiction
     only to drop it because I lost inspiration. I’m sorry for how long it
     has taken me, I know you all must be very upset with me. I appreciate
     each and every one of you, you guys are the reason I keep coming
     back. I’m also not going to use a beta-reader anymore just because I
     feel so bad bothering people after not writing for so long so…uh…any
     mistakes are my own. Also, sorry that it's short :C
The house was dark and quiet once the brothers arrived. The front door was
locked and Greg wondered briefly how they would get in when Rodrick took out a
key from his pocket.
“When did you get a key?” Greg asked, slightly annoyed considering he himself
didn’t get a key. Rodrick just shrugged his shoulders and let go of Greg’s hand
before unlocking the door and walking inside. Greg blinked a few times
considering he had forgotten they were holding hands. Brushing it aside,
thinking to himself it was only because he was tired, he shuffled inside and
took off his shoes. His shoulders sagged as he finally realized just how
drained he really felt.
Greg went over to his suitcase and took out his pj’s which consisted of starry
bottoms and a plain red shirt. He headed straight away for the small bathroom
where he could get changed and get his nightly ritual finished. When he was
finished brushing his teeth, he just gazed at himself in the small mirror. He
looked like a wreck, dark circles formed bellow his eyes and his hair was
disheveled. He took the neck band and tugged it down where the mark that
Rodrick left him could be seen. It had already started to bruise, the coloring
was a red and slightly dark purple. Teeth marks were clearly noticeable. A
shaky breath left his parted lips as he kept gazing at it.
Why. Why was this happening to him? Why was Rodrick doing this? Why was he even
letting Rodrick do these things to him? All these questions and yet no answers.
Grasping the side of the sink with his gaze downwards, he let himself slowly
calm down before heading out.
Opening the door and walking out, he was greeted by Rodrick waiting against the
wall. Greg kept his gaze downwards, not bothering to turn off the light
considering Rodrick obviously looked like he was waiting for him to finish. He
started wiggling ever so slowly away from his brother, light brown eyes fixed
intently on the bed as it called out to him. Greg felt a light, almost ghost
like drag of a finger on his lower back. The hairs on his body tingled as his
form was suddenly sprung on by the most intense goosebumps he’s ever received.
Letting out a small strangled sound of a squeak, he started tripping over
himself before throwing himself under the covers. His breathing was erratic as
he curled in on himself on the farthest edge of the bed, hugging his pillow to
himself as he buried his face in the plush. Now that the bathroom door was
closed, the room was engulfed in darkness. Greg didn’t know if he was the only
one who felt this way, but the feeling of losing his sense of sight made him
feel anxious as well as paranoid.
Various sounds could be heard out in the country. The creaking of the wood, the
buzzing of the night bugs, the billowing of the dark moody wind howling through
the window cracks. The crunching of the leaves were always the one he dreaded
most. His mind liked to jump to the worst case scenarios.
Greg wiggled himself deeper in the bed and his pillow, wrapping the cushion
fiercely against his head to drown out the sounds. His eyes were closed, trying
to calm himself internally to will his mind and body to go to sleep. He had
wanted for this day to end at its earliest convenience and now that he was in
bed, his body just didn’t seem to want to shut off.
Manny was to the far right corner, a few feet away from the pull out bed
snuggled on the top bunk. Gregory glared at all of Manny’s baggage littering
the bottom bunk. All he could make out in the dark were black shapes from his
younger brothers various toys and objects.
It felt like hours before Rodrick ventured outside of the bathroom, the light
filtering through the room before he clicked it off. Greg could hear the
creaking of the floor as Rodrick drew closer, coming to a stop next to the side
of the bed that Greg wasn’t occupying. He could feel eyes boring into the back
of his head. He was holding his breath, eyes staring into his pillow,
anticipating god knows what. Greg felt the mattress dip which signaled that
Rodrick had finally gotten into bed. The covers were jostled around as he
started to rearrange himself more comfortably.
Greg finally let go of the breath he was holding when he felt Rodrick finally
stop moving. His whole body was still quite tense though his heart stopped
beating heavily in his chest. Rodrick didn’t look like he was going to make
that same move he did in the forest which calmed him down just a fraction. He
was still various levels of nervousness and agitation, suddenly feeling wide
awake.
He closed his eyes and told himself to fall asleep, counting sheep in his head
to see if it would actually work this time. A small gasp left his lips at the
sudden sensation of fingers prodding at his tensed shoulders, caressing
slightly towards his neck before rubbing small circles. “You won’t sleep well
if you’re all tensed.”
A snarky gasp of air that could be classified as probably a laugh surfaced from
Greg as he casually starting rolling his shoulders around, somewhat dragging
them more into himself if it were possible.
“Geez, I wonder why I’m so tensed?” He uttered out. Rodrick kept doing the
circular motion on his neck and shoulders, trailing down his back before going
back up again. It felt so good and Greg hated himself for thinking and feeling
that way. Despite the internal battle he was feeling inside, he didn’t want to
tell Rodrick to stop. Before he knew it, his body started relaxing itself as
his eyes flitted closed and not to long after he finally drifted off to sleep.
The last thing he felt was Rodricks fingers brushing lightly into his hair,
petting him in a way that he used to when Greg was very young.
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Greg felt good, more than good, he felt amazing. He was still in the stage
between sleep and wakefulness when he noticed that he was moving his body in a
peculiar way. The second thing he noticed once his mind started to un-cloud
itself, was how unbelievably close Rodrick was, or how close he himself was to
his brother. How Rodrick’s hand were gripping at Greg’s back side and ass,
digging his finger nails in the soft material. Rodrick had his forehead pressed
against Greg, his warm breath coming in soft puffs. His face started to heat
up, a red hue trailing all the way up his neck and covering his cheeks. All of
sudden Greg stilled his movement earning a small soft and low whine from his
brother and a whisper of “Don’t stop.”
What the hell was he doing? He could feel Rodrick’s boner as well as his own as
they were pressed up against each other through their pj bottoms. Just as Greg
was about to wake Rodrick up, he noticed that the others eyes were already half
lidded, looking at his face with a look he couldn’t quite understand. Greg was
in the process of pushing himself away, fisting at the others bare shoulder and
palming at his left hip when a sudden jolt of pleasure racked through him.
Rodrick started moving, taking up where he left off, holding him in a firm
embrace as he rocked his hips up and down, and creating a steady friction that
caused both of them to start panting.
“Rodrick. Sto-Aah.” He moaned out, his eyes closing in on themselves as he
started to lose himself in the sensation. Rodrick fared no better, his
breathing coming out as erratic as Greg was feeling. His pace quickened,
rubbing against their pants in a wonderful friction kind of way as well as the
feeling of the pressure from their erections.
The buildup was so strong that Greg could swear he was seeing stars, their
moaning was low, only little whispers of air between them. Greg kept thinking
about how disgusting this was. Rodrick was his brother, they shouldn’t be doing
something like this. It was wrong, just wrong. Gregory was confused beyond
belief, he didn’t know what to think anymore, well, at this point he wasn’t
able to really think at all really.
The pleasure was blinding and just as Greg was about to moan out, Rodrick
surged forward, their mouth mashed against each other as Greg’s whimper of
release was drowned out by the tongue massaging itself against his own. The
grips they had on each other was firm, as if all trace of control was lost and
the only thing keeping them up was by the hold they had on one another.
Once Greg came down from his high and started getting the proper control over
his brain, he went stalk still before wrenching himself away from Rodrick,
panting. The room was still fairly dark, the sun only now starting to rise
behind the curtains. He was currently crab walking backwards until he reached
the edge of the bed where he carefully planted his feet on the ground. His hand
were shaking as he covered his mouth with his fist. The blush still prominent
on his pale skin as his gaze locked themselves with that of Rodrick’s.
He felt shocked, stunned beyond belief and completely frazzled by everything
that had just happened between them. Greg knew that Rodrick was weird in the
head, especially after what happened in the forest. But this? This was
completely crazy, insane even and Rodrick was the bad guy in all of this, his
brother didn’t even try to stop him. It wasn’t Greg’s fault, he was asleep he
didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t want that to happen, who would want to
do something like that with their brother. Not him, definitely not him. Rodrick
had caged him, he hadn’t able to move and the pleasure of it all made him lose
control of his body, which was the only reason why it went on till the end.
“Um…uh…” Greg stumbled over his words, fumbling with his shirt as he pulled it
down to cover the wet spot now covering the inside of the front of his pants.
He felt dirty. He wanted a shower, he needed a shower. That’s exactly what Greg
went and did. He turned away and walked around the bed, gazing downwards to
make sure he didn’t trip over his own two feet like a complete idiot.
Shuffling inside silently, he closed the door behind him and locked it, flicked
on the lights before sliding slowly to the floor, hiding his head in his
crossed arms on top of his knees. Greg didn’t have to look to know that Rodrick
was still looking at him even when he was behind a door. With the little deed
that they did and the noises they probably made, no matter how low, he was
surprised that no one woke up especially Manny. Oh god. They got off together
while Manny was in the room, sleeping only a few feet from them.
It suddenly felt like his chest was tightening up on itself, making it very
hard for him to breath. He felt so revolted with himself. He could feel the
tears start falling down his face but he just didn’t seem to care at this
point. Good. He should be upset with himself. How could he have let something
like that happen? Greg tried to control the sounds escaping him though it was
hard when it was so hard to breath.
He threaded his fingers through his hair, pulling at it lightly in a way to
tell his body to calm down. He wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed
and never wake up but that was impossible at this point. Rodrick was there and
Greg just didn’t think he’d be able to fall back asleep. His dreams, he was
sure, would be about what happened. He got off on his brother. Rodrick got off
on him. They got off on each other and then they made out to silence their
moans and it just felt. So. Damn. Good.
He chocked as his body started shaking, sobs racking his body. A knock
resounded on the door, quiet and quick. His body ceased up, he slapped a hand
over his mouth to muffle the moans of sadness. “Open the door, Greg.” Rodrick
said through the door, low and soft, sounding a lot as if he cared. He shook
his head. No. He didn’t want to see him right now. He didn’t want to see or
talk to anybody right now.
Body still shaking, he got up and wobbled over to the walk in shower, setting
the temperature to its hottest setting. He took off his clothes, letting them
fall to the ground as he walked inside, letting the water pulsate down onto his
body, his skin already reddening because of the heat. Another sob throbbed
through him, his legs feeling like jelly. His body was shaking as he slid down
onto the tiled floor. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry until he couldn’t
cry anymore. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t do anything at all. He was powerless
and all that he could do was let the pain of the hot water envelope him,
wishing that it was possible for him to just fade away.
***** A New Day *****
Chapter Summary
     What happens when a game of Cat and Mouse exceeds expectation? Lost
     in the woods, hungry, cold and your only companion is the Cat, how
     could anyone possibly stay alive? This vacation has definitely turned
     into a Mouse Trap.
Chapter Notes
     So there’s really not much I can say apart from saying sorry over and
     over again. A lot of things has been going on with me physically and
     mentally, and I have mostly been focusing my time on getting better
     and working on digital commissions to have some cash. Now, I am not
     saying that I am back for good for my fics, but I do plan to finish
     them at some point in time. So thanks again and sorry for all those
     who have waited. I appreciate you sticking with me up until this part
     and for all of those kind and super amazing reviews. It really warms
     my heart and lifts my spirits!
     Any and all errors or whatever is my own fault. Doing all of this on
     my own.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Greg had no idea how long he sat there on the shower floor, letting the once
boiling water turn itself towards freezing. His skin had long since pruned over
as his eyes swelled from all the crying he had done. His shallow breathing was
being overrun by the sound of his chattering teeth from the cold of the water
still pulsating over his dirty body. Though it was clear to see that the
dirtiness he felt was simply the work of his self-loathing mind yelling
horrible words at him.
‘You’re disgusting.’  No I’m not…‘You let your brother do that to you.’I
couldn’t do anything, it was happening so fast. ‘You’re sick, you could have
pushed away. You could have done something.’No I couldn’t. I couldn’t do
anything. I was powerless. I’m always helpless against Rodrick. He’s much
bigger and stronger than-. ‘Stop fucking lying. You wanted it, you filthy slut.
You loved the attention he was giving you, deep down, you craved him touching
you more.’ You’re wrong. I didn’t… I wouldn’t. ‘Lying to yourself won’t do you
any good. Admit it. Admit you like Rodrick like that. Admit it-.’Stop. ‘Admit
it. Admit it. Admit. ADMIT! IT!’ 
“STOP!” Greg yelled out, hitting his head against the wall, succeeding in
getting his loathing thoughts to silence. Only now he had an aching head.
“Gregory, are you okay? Manny needs to use the restroom. You also left your
clothes outside the door. Hurry up, breakfast is almost ready.” His head
whipped in the direction of where his mother’s voice was coming from. Bad idea
on his part. The blow to his head against the wall and the quickness of his
movement jumbled his brain and made his gaze go hazy. An overwhelming feeling
of dizziness gripped him from the pit of his stomach and made him squelch
nauseously.
“Y-Yah, I’m almost done mom. Just. Give me a few seconds.” Greg stammered out,
trying to catch his bearings as he stood up on shaky legs and shut the water
off in the process. Taking hold of the towel laying on the toilet seat, he
quickly wiped at his face to remove any notice of blotchy red eyes before
wrapping it around his shoulders and body. Making sure to cover the now blotchy
bite mark left by Rodrick, but also making sure to cover everything else in the
process. Unlocking the door and stepping out, he glanced down at the clothes
indeed laying in front of the door.
“I know it’s early out and you’re not used to waking up, but forgetting your
clothes outside the door is so silly of you.” His mother states as she and
Manny both made their way into the washroom. Greg quickly took hold of his
clothes from the floor and shuffled to the side to let them both in.
Greg slowly looked up towards the bed and saw to his relief, and oddly enough
concern that Rodrick was nowhere to be seen. Deciding not to think much on the
matter, he started getting dressed as quickly as possible before anyone walked
into the room. It of course didn’t matter all that much considering only his
parents and Manny where here. Though with how frazzled his mind was, he
couldn’t take any chances. He could only assume that it was Rodrick who picked
out his clothes, which was very puzzling to him. It almost seemed like a small
type of apology in Rodrick’s weird way. Once he was done dressing and tying his
shoes, he headed outside to the porch area where his father was setting up
their table for breakfast. Rodrick still not in site.
“Where’s Rodrick?” He asked his father who had just finished setting down the
scrambled eggs.
“I’m not sure champ, he was already gone by the time your mother and I were up.
Going to miss this awesome breakfast that I set up, what a shame.” Greg groaned
inwardly at his father attempt at trying to be cool. He just shrugged it off
and dug into the food, Manny and his mother joining them not long after. It was
a relatively quiet breakfast with the normal small chatter asking about what he
was going to do or how he enjoyed it here so far. His attention was not on the
conversation at hand but on where his older brother might be. Was Rodrick
actually feeling ashamed about what he had done the previous night? Up until
now he had shown no remorse of his actions that he had befallen upon Greg. In
fact, Rodrick looked down right pleased with himself after every kiss and the
marks he’s given him. He nodded his head absentmindedly at whatever his mother
was currently saying and instead took his plate back into the house and added
it to the small pile of dirty dishes littering inside of the sink.
Greg let out a disgruntled sigh and stalked out of the room. His parents
questioned where he was going in such a hurry but he simply smiled and said
that he was basically going to go around the camp site again. His parents
wished him a good day as he trotted down the steps, making sure not to fall on
his clumsy legs. The camp site was still relatively calm and quiet with it
still being so early in the morning. Little notice was taken to his
surroundings as Greg lost himself to his thoughts once more, the aftermath of
what had transpired still fresh on his mind.
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 His gaze stayed firmly etched onto the washroom’s door, feelings of misery and
anger battling hard inside his heart. Why had he done that? Why didn’t he stop?
Why couldn’t he stop?
Rodrick knew why of course, he’d known for a very long time. It wasn’t new to
him that he felt something much deeper and stronger than what he should feel
for Greg. No. For his little brother. The fact of the matter was that his
feelings were finally materializing in the physical aspect and he was a slave
to his own passion. Both a blessing and a curse. It had just felt so right at
the time, and Greg, despite his earlier protests, had seemed to get pretty into
it around the end. Kicking the small rocks in front of him, an exaggerated sigh
left his lips as he kept his face cast downwards towards the ground. His
thoughts were in a mess with everything that had happened and all his feelings
were still in a jumble.
Rodrick had made the turn around the block of the camp site a few times. He did
not have anywhere to go in mind except for wanting a nice breeze to calm him
down. Far off he heard the sound of rapid footsteps crunch down on the rickety
wood before stumbling into the hard rubble of the rocky road. Glancing upwards
in front of him, he saw the flash of red shirt and beige shorts in the distance
coming out of the current home they were residing in. A small smile broke his
grim face as he noticed his brother wear the clothes he had picked out for him
that morning. It was a testament to the fact he might have screwed up but Greg
was still giving him a chance to make things better. He was not going to let
this opportunity run away from him, not this time. Greg was his, and he didn’t
care what anyone thought. He would just have to find a way to show Greg that he
was the only one he ever needed or wanted in the end
His pace quickened towards the younger sibling who seemed to not have taken any
notice of him. Rodrick scoffed at that, Greg was always so easily oblivious to
the things surrounding him. As much as he wanted to knock some sense into him,
it worked out perfectly for him as he sprung behind Greg and wrapped an arm
around his shoulders. He felt the smaller boy tense up beneath his arm, a small
sound of surprise escaping him, no louder than a mouse.
Greg turned his head towards Rodrick, and he saw the younger boy immediately
scrunch his face up in distress. Not liking this one bit, Rodrick furrowed his
eyebrows together and using his hand he poked the side of Greg’s left cheek
before grinning. Without a second thought, he gripped around Greg tighter and
brought his head down. Rodrick carefully fisted his hands in Greg’s hair and
started ruffling it all around, messing up what was once nicely brushed wet
hair.
“W-what are you doing! R-Rodrick! Stop!” Gregory whined out, struggling against
Rodrick’s hold and trying to push his hand off of his head. Rodrick just rolled
his eyes and changed tactics, going instead towards Greg’s sides and tickling
him without mercy. It seemed like Greg was dying because in an instant, Rodrick
had found Greg fall down to the ground like dead weight and gasping for air in
his fit of silent laughter. He followed Greg to the floor, the tickling not
subsiding. The faces Greg was making as well as the silent gasps of air and
laughter was bringing him immense joy at the moment. Rodrick started noticing
that Greg seemed to be having a little bit too much trouble catching his breath
as he kept wiggling around, he stopped.
Plopping himself down on his ass, Rodrick sighed. Taking his hand, he softly
brushed the sweat from his brow as he looked Greg over while the boy tried
regaining his breath. His face was as red as a cherry tomato and his chest
heaved up and down viciously with the intent of feeding his lungs with the air
it had been deprived of. Rodrick took this time to really assess Greg over.
Through the years, his little brother had always been a little thorn in his
side. He honestly was the definition of an annoying little brother. Though as
the other kept growing, Rodrick had really started to see the boy grow more
mature in his own way. Not only in mind but as well in body. It’s what had made
him start becoming more drawn to the other boy, but it was also what was making
him more mean and physical.
Rodrick was scared of these feelings as well as the lust that kept feeding into
him. He knew it wasn’t right. Oh boy did he know. Though despite it all he
didn’t care, because in his own bizarre way he cared about the teenager. Which
is why what he said next was simply because he wanted Greg to not be afraid of
him anymore, at least not as much. He still liked the small semblance of
control he had after all.
“Look…Greg.” Rodrick said, looking anywhere but at Greg. He should hit himself
for how shy he was being. Closing his eyes and taking a small breath to
recuperate himself, he opened them once more and stared at his brother’s face.
Greg had propped himself up on his elbows, looking at Rodrick with a guarded
yet skeptical look.
“I’m sorry for what happened. I got carried away with my joke and yah…Sorry.”
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 Greg would have felt floored if he wasn’t already laying down on the ground
and still trying to calm his racing heart. But the initial shock of Rodrick
apologizing to him was still there and very much real. Greg could do nothing
but blink slowly in utter astonishment at the turn of events that were
currently occurring. Never in his life would he had imagined Rodrick to
apologize to him, not even when they were younger had the oldest ever felt
regretful for theorizing and hitting him.
He had no idea what to say in this type of situation, and because of that all
he could muster up was a weak ok as he finally got up from the gravel floor,
not once glancing at Rodrick. When he finally had his thoughts in order and set
his mind, he twirled around and faced Rodrick who was still sitting on the
ground. Looking miserable by his downcast expression and for a split second
Greg wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around his brother to try and
comfort him. With the thought rampaging around his head one second it was easy
to let it go the next. He was still very upset with Rodrick and he wouldn’t
give him the chance to make fun of him and his feminine side.
Sighing out, he let his hand outstretch itself before him in front of his older
brother, wondering what he would do next. Take the hand and admit that he was
in the wrong to his core or get up on his own and show to Greg that he did not
need him in his life at all. Whatever the other chose Greg would follow. He was
done playing around and letting the other have his way with him. Greg was old
enough to make his own decisions as well as take care of himself. He was done
with this, and he was making it clear to Rodrick with his determined stance and
determination in his eyes.
Chocolate coloured eyes met dark bronze, time seeming to stand still as Rodrick
rummaged through his thoughts, eye flitting itself between Greg’s face and his
outstretched hand. He was trying to come to the right decision, the one Greg
wanted, the one that would fix things as best as they could. Without skipping a
beat, large calloused hands grasped smaller delicate ones. Greg’s chest
squeezed from the warmth he felt when Rodrick took his hand, relief flooding
his face as the action showed him that Rodrick was indeed sorry for everything
that had happened this trip and was trying to make it right between them.
Smiling bright, tension all gone, Greg pulled him up so that they were now
standing face to face. He had trouble understanding the intense gaze he was
receiving from his older sibling. With everything that had transpired he has a
small grasp of what it might mean. Not fully understanding his own feelings on
the matter at hand he decided to just let it be for now. Greg’s inner turmoil
in his head was going crazy with thoughts on various things, but having to be
the bigger man this time he turned his gaze away. Trying to turn his body
around so he could start walking towards their summer home, a small squeak
escaped him as he realized their hands were still firmly grasped together. He
had completely forgotten it, having it feel like it was the most natural thing
in the world which in return scared him a lot. Though having his new found
confidence in himself he didn’t let it betray his outer appearance. Greg
glanced up at Rodrick with a questioning look, wondering why the other was
still firmly grasping his smaller hand in his larger one and continued to stare
at him.
“Are you going to let go of my hand anytime soon?” Gregory uttered out, the
sass coming out shocking both himself and Rodrick. The eldest just blinked his
eyes rapidly in astonishment, taken aback by the abruptness and accusation of
Greg’s voice as well as just noticing their hands. Rodrick grinned, laughter
emanating itself from his lips before he dragged Greg closer to him, enveloping
him in a one armed hug, holding him firmly to his chest. Greg yelping at the
sudden movement, taken by surprised as his face was carelessly squished against
the other.
They both simply stood there, one of Greg’s hand still being held by Rodrick
while the other was resting on the taller boy’s hip. He was softly patting in
acknowledgement and comfort as Rodrick gave him a hug, or at least, a semblance
of one. Rodrick had done a complete 180, but he couldn’t say that he hated it.
It felt safe, much more normal in standards of brothers showing one another
affection. Definitely more so than how it was before, though he shouldn’t be
thinking of that anymore. Not when Rodrick was trying for once to make things
right between them.
Greg started wiggling around, becoming flustered and shy by the amount of
attention he was receiving from Rodrick. It’s not that he wasn’t use to
physical contact, getting plenty of that cause of Rowley and his other friends
and family. And the attention his older brother had given him through this
trip, though it was more forced and bad, this was different. It was more sweet
and caring. It was something so new to him, so strange and different to receive
from his older brother. He wanted for Rodrick to let go yet the other side of
him wanted to stay here forever. His internal battle was fiercely battling one
another for what he wanted, the right and wrong of it all. The dos and don’ts
of what should be done in order to not become a blimp on what society thought
was wrong but as well as wanting to keep going forward with whatever was
happening. Because the way his stomach was fluttering and the warmth he felt
being surrounded by Rodrick just felt…so right to him.
Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, Greg stopped moving around and
trying to get out. He closed his eyes and breathed out a small whimper, inner
turmoil still strong and wearing him out. He stopped fighting it, he stopped
trying to resist and instead let the comfort of Rodrick and his arms envelop
him in the embrace he always craved from his older brother. His fingers grasped
Rodrick’s hand more firmly as he felt himself drown in the hold, holding his
head under the others chin as he breathed in and out to calm his racing heart
and cool his heating face.
“Hey, Rodrick, it’s surprising to see you up so early! Greg always tells us
stories how you sleep your days away. What are you doing her-” Holly said as
she sprung from behind Rodrick. She stopped in front of them, her eyes going
wide as she noticed the position they were both in. Greg gasped and bounced out
of Rodrick’s arms, embarrassed that he was found out in such a position like
that. Even though it shouldn’t mean anything considering they were brothers,
and brothers can give each other hugs and such…Right?
“Holly! Haha-ha…how are you doing? What brings you out…and such?” He asked,
failing miserably at trying to stay calm and normal. He was fidgeting
everywhere, bouncing from on foot to the other. Keeping his eyes on Holly’s
face to show that he was attentive.
Huh. This was strange. His heart wasn’t beating fast anymore when he was around
Holly, he didn’t feel shy or embarrassed. If anything he felt more embarrassed
at the fact that he didn’t even pay attention to his surroundings when he was
with Rodrick and couldn’t even hear her running towards them like she had from
the looks of her quick breathing. Greg quirked his head to the side when Holly
didn’t lift her gaze to look him in the eyes. She wasn’t saying anything and
just kept looking between the both of them. He followed her gaze and gasped,
shocked that they were still holding hands. Pulling away abruptly, he waved
them sporadically in front of himself, explaining in quick successions the
situation she suddenly found them in.
“Oh no! This isn’t what it looks like! Rodrick was just…comforting me because I
ran out after having a bad nightmare. Yah! That’s it! The hand holding is just
something our mom did when we were upset and would help calm us down. Yup,
that’s exactly it. Hehe…he” He felt the sweat dripping down the back of his
scalp, rolling downwards, slinking down his spine and giving him a small chill.
All he wanted to do at the moment was go hide underneath a rock and hope that
everything could just rewind itself to when things were much more simpler.
“Oh…I see!” Holly exclaimed, her furrowed brows suddenly turning upside down
into one of realization, a small smile befalling on her face once more as she
nodded her head in understanding. She wrapped her hands behind her as she
rocked back and forth, glancing at both of them without a care in the world.
Very different from what the two brothers were experiencing, still experiencing
at that.
“Well since you’re here, Rodrick, I was wondering if you’d like to go on a walk
with me, maybe. Get to know one another?” Holly asked, cheeks reddening with
the smallest pink colour. If it was any other day, Greg would go on an inward
tangent over how adorable she was at the moment. As well as be annoyed at how
she was ignoring him, even though she wasn’t doing it on purpose. She has
always had a bit of a crush on his older brother, she had told him so a one
point. But for now, nothing. He didn’t feel anything for Holly anymore and he
kept racking his mind wondering why it was that way now. His beating heart,
sweaty palms and small frown on his face was actually directed at Holly for the
first time ever. It was directed at her because despite him knowing about her
crush, he didn’t want her anywhere near Rodrick or try to spend time with him.
Rodrick and he were finally starting to get on a good not and he didn’t want to
lose that.
He couldn’t do anything about it thought, if Rodrick wanted to go then who he
to stop him. He was only his brother, and as his brother he should be
supportive in whatever way he could. Fisting his hands in his pocket and
slouching his shoulders, he turned on his heels, started heading the other way,
far away from them so that they could have their privacy.
“Thanks for the invite, but I’ll pass. This kid-” he heard Rodrick say as he
felt a finger brush against his neck, sending a rush of chills down his spine
before it hooked into his shirt, drawing him back towards the place he had
previously. Greg squawked out in protest, grabbing hold of the offending
appendage currently dragging him back towards where he didn’t want to be. So
awkward.
“-Was just telling me how our family wanted to spend some time together out on
the lake. Sorry.” Rodrick finally stated with a large smile on his face,
showing off his teeth. Greg blinked his eyes in confusion at what was currently
occurring. Was Rodrick actually blowing Holly off, one of the prettiest girls
in their town?
“Oh…is that so Greg?” Holly’s gaze turned towards the younger brother,
confusing and somewhat hurt overflowing from her blue eyes. Greg felt bad for
the smallest fraction, but it was quickly being overshadowed by the huge swell
of happiness at the fact Rodrick would rather spend time with him.
“Um…Yah we are.” Gred mumbled out, awkwardly trying to smile at Holly. It
seemed to have worked because she only nodded and smiled once more at the both
of the before heading off back to her house.
“Alright, maybe some other time then. You know where I’m staying, don’t be
afraid to drop by Rodrick! By Greg, see you later. Have fun with your family.”
She waved at the both of them before turning her back to the duo. Greg
scratched the back of his head in confusion, turning his head towards Rodrick
who still had his finger hooked in his shirt.
“Why did you say no?” He asked, questionably. He wanted to know Rodrick’s
reasoning behind his decision.
“No reason really, I just felt like with everything that happened, I need to
work harder to make things better. Plus, Holly isn’t my type. She’s one of your
good friends, wouldn’t want to damage anything. She seems like a nice girl too.
I’m not always an asshole after all. I have my good sides…sometimes.” Rodrick
uttered out. Greg only hummed at his response before nodding, seeming to like
the answer.
“Alright, if that’s how it is. Then none asshole of a brother, what are we
going to do with our day. You’re not actually planning on having all of us
spend time together…right?” He glanced at his older brother, swatting at his
hand so that it would stop hooking his shirt. Rodrick did nothing but shrug,
walking towards their house, fully expecting Greg to follow. He pouted for a
few, hatting how Rodrick was right about one thing. He was going to follow. He
would follow Rodrick anywhere and it was due to that fact that scared him a
little.
What had he gotten himself into this time.
 
                                To Be Continued
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