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works/772554.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Richard_Brook/Jim_Moriarty, James_Moriarty/Jim_Moriarty, Richard_Brook/
      James_Moriarty
  Character:
      Jim_Moriarty, James_Moriarty, Richard_Brook, Jim_Moriarty's_Father
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Rape, the_start_of_the_jamescest_stuff
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-24 Words: 752
****** Slow Beginnings ******
by BendyDick
Summary
     Thunar asked: Can we know the stories about how the brothers started
     becoming more than brothers?
     and this was my response in fic form ^^.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
James didn't know that their da had started to use the boys. He really didn't
and if he had he would have done everything in his power to stop it but one
night after hanging with his friends too long he came home to find Jim on his
knees making all too familiar sounds, sounds that haunted James's every
nightmare.
He rushed into the living room to find Jim kneeled next to their drunken da and
there was nothing he could do but stand there and watch until the bastard
creamed his son's face and tucked himself in. Once the drunk wandered off to no
doubt get more drunk James scooped up Jim and carried him up to their room. It
was really James's room but the twins had found their way through the door and
had never wanted to leave so he didn't make them.
He slept with Jim cuddled to his chest that night and Richard joined them when
he finally crawled out of the closet. They didn't start touching each other
that night but it was what James pinned as the beginning of the change.
Jim had always been clinging even when he was a kid. He had decided James was
his the moment he opened his big brown eyes to the harsh world. He'd follow his
brother around the house soon as he could crawl ,which was earlier than most
babies, and demand to be held. That didn't change one bit as he got older. The
second James was home from school meant that James's attention better be on Jim
or he'd find something to get into.
After their da started to use him though the clinginess changed and Jim would
push his way into James's shower and peek under his clothes to see his prick.
James tried his best not to let it bug him. Curiosity was good and something he
did his best to nurture. Then Jim shoved into his bathroom when he was in mid
wank and looked confused.
'What are you doing?' He asked as he eyed the hand fisted around his brother's
engorged prick. James stuttered over his answer but eventually got it out and
Jim looked even more confused. He asked if it felt good, if that's what it felt
like when da used him and James answered truthfully; it was.
Jim nodded his understanding then left. James thought that'd be the end of it
until he woke up with a small prepubescent boy stroking his morning wood.
'Does this feel good too?' Jim asked with the same big brown eyes that pleaded
James into holding him so often. 'Do I make you feel good?'
James tried to scoot away but the desperate look in Jim's eyes made him stop.
Jim need it to understand and James was Jim's completely.
It didn't stay just hand jobs for long, soon Jim was asking to put his mouth on
James if he'd stroke Jim off. Of course James said yes, no one could refuse Jim
once he got his mind set on something.
Then James came home to find Jim curled up on his bed with blood running down
his thighs and onto the sheets. Jim looked so tiny all tucked up into himself
and the mewling little noises he was making didn't help make him look any
bigger. Richard had been in the closet again but came out to help James get Jim
into the shower.
That night Jim had his first real night terror. He screamed and punched at his
brothers not really knowing what he was doing and he didn't stop until James
held him down and whispered old lullabies to him. He'd been so afraid their da
would hear them. Out of sight out of mind was how it usually worked unless they
made a racket.
The nightmares just got worse and worse and James didn't know what to do. Jim
would scream and bite and cuss and it was getting to the point James couldn't
keep him quiet even with the help of Richard and that's when the fucking began.
It started with kissing, gentle soft and nothing at all like Da's. Then it
moved to giving Jim a hand job to calm him back down. Soon James discovered
that if he fucked Jim senseless and left him worn out and exhausted he was too
tired to dream. Richard just naturally wanted to do whatever Jim was doing and
it was just an added bonus that it was fun.
End Notes
     written in the response space on tumblr sorry for any mistakes.
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