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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Bro/Dave_Strider, Bro_&_Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Bro_(Homestuck), Dave_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Sibling_Incest, Angst
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-04-23 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1244
****** Turns So Cold ******
by Silver_Moon_Lit_Forest
Summary
     Things changed between them years ago, but now things are changing
     again and Dave is sure it's not for the better.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
The silence pressed in around him until Dave felt like he was suffocating. He
glanced at his window, contemplating opening it even though it was the dead of
winter. Texas never got too cold but it was cold enough. Even under his stack
of quilts, he shivered but the silence of an empty apartment finally got the
better of him.
Without a second thought, he swung socked feet over the edge of the bed and
moved towards the window. He pressed a palm to the glass, shivering at how cold
it felt. He could hear the wind whistling past and the noise gave him pause.
But once again the silence pressed in on his ears and he couldn't take it.
As soon as the barrier between his room and the frigid wind outside was gone,
freezing air rushed in around him, blowing back his hair and licking at the
legs of his sleep pants. Hugging himself, the blonde hastily made his way back
to the bed. Even as he slipped under the stack of quilts, the cold spread
through the apartment along with the sound of sirens piercing the silence of
the night.
For a brief moment, he wasn't suffocating in his own thoughts. And then just as
quickly as it had come, it was gone with the emergency vehicle. What was left
was the barely audible sound of the few cars that rushed past on the street far
below. It was like every other sound in the world he heard through cotton,
except for one.
Dave grit his teeth at the thought and shoved it away, instead thinking about
anything else in the world. Jerking the covers up past his ears, he
concentrated on the sound of the wind. He thought about how much homework he
had, sitting undone in his book bag by his desk. It would make for good
distraction, but that meant slipping from the warmth of his bad and that wasn't
about to happen. He could always get on the computer, talk with John or Rose
but neither option was very appealing at the moment.
If he was truthful with himself, he just wanted to let whatever emotion was
lurking closest to the surface swallow him whole. But that was only if he was
truthful. He'd developed a bad habit recently of avoiding such truths. They
brought up too many unanswered questions, too many unsaid words. Emotion was
over rated in the first place, but that had never stopped the way his heart
hurt as he laid in bed, alone. It didn't stop his stomach from twisting in
knots as he tried to work his way through all the things in his head. And it
sure didn't stop the rush of joy he felt when…
The sound of the front door swinging open broke through the cotton in his ears
to slam into his ear drums. Every muscle in his body tensed, but he made no
move to get out of bed. He tugged the covers further up, covering most of his
head. His chest rose and fell with uneven breaths and the urge to grab his
shades off the bedside table almost had him flashing an arm out to grab them.
But there were footsteps in the hall and moving now meant giving up what had
almost become a game.
Dave held his breathe as the footsteps paused a moment at his door, before they
moved across the span of his room. He slipped the covers down low enough to
watch his bother move across his room in the darkness. If he hadn't lived with
the man for sixteen years, he would have never heard him. Bro moved with a
silent grace to everyone except Dave. The large man was still grace full but
there was no covering the sound of movement against his younger brother's
hearing any more. Not that Bro even tried anymore.
Not after so long. Not after so many things had changed between them.
Dave watched Bro place his gloved hands on the window seal, giving no
indication that he felt the chill of the wind that was still blowing through
the open space. After a moment, he slid the window closed with a barely audible
sound of metal against metal.
Dave clenched his fists in the covers he still held, mind whirling with ways he
could get out of the coming situation. But there was no getting out of what was
to come. Not that he even wanted to. He hadn't wanted to for years. Despite
what Bro seemed to think was better for him. But thoughts of what was better
for Dave hadn't stopped Bro the first time and it wasn't going to stop him now.
Bro didn't move for long seconds and then he turned and Dave was done. There
was no going back. Not that there ever was or would be. Even through his
brother's shades, his gaze was caught and he was frozen in place. Like a mouse
under the gaze of a cat who was about to pounce with one small twitch of tail
from its prey. But Dave was no mouse and Bro was more of a predator than a cat
could ever dream of being.
Bro moved forward on bare feet gone pale in the cold of the room. Dave could
make out the goose flesh on his arms but never once did he shiver. He stopped
beside the younger Strider's bed; gaze still locked with Dave's. Dave's breath
hitched slightly, barely noticeable to anyone but the man staring him down
right that second.
Bro's face was the same blank mask it always was, unreadable even to the person
who knew him the best. In the dark of the night and the chill of the room, Bro
was almost emotionless. But Dave knew better than anyone what lurked behind the
façade, knew exactly how much emotion was hidden under layers and layers of
masks and nothingness.
With slow, deliberate motions, the elder Strider tugged off his gloves, placing
them on the bedside table. Next came the hat, and then, lastly, the shades.
Dave found himself staring into eyes just as strange as his own, and was
incapable of looking away. Hands much larger than his own, and more deadly than
any gun, tugged the covers further down, uncovering slightly parted lips and
cheeks flushed from cold and something much less innocent.
The same hands that had held him when he was a baby pushed into the mattress
beside his head and this time Dave didn't try to cover up the small hitches in
his breath. It was useless in the first place and from this close…He could hide
nothing from his brother even when Bro could hide everything from him.
Lips pressed softly against Dave's, as if asking for permission to play this
nightly game. The younger Strider, paused, letting the feel of his brother's
lips against his settle further into his memory. Arms came up out from under
the warmth of the covers, wrapping firmly around Bro's neck and pulling him
closer. Dave really didn't know what Bro was thinking these days, seemingly
asking for something Dave had never been capable of saying no to. And the
slighter blonde never planned on say such a thing.
"So cold,
It's never enough, it's always too much,
For what you never say,
What you never go and say,
You're so cold."
"Turns So Cold" – Drowning Pool
End Notes
     You know what? I really have nothing to fucking say here. Except
     fucking Striders and fucking angst could fucking rule the damn world.
     Jesus fuck. This is the product of me wanting to write at 12 AM and
     listening to Pandora. Hope you enjoyed it! Also, lyrics will make
     more sense in the next chapter. I hope.
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