Burning Houses

There was something dangerous about the feel of a shotglass between his fingers. One held it like it was frail, like the small portion of liquid inside was sacred or feared, and then swallowed it down as though it were the cure to a poison that ailed all men. At least, Tyler thought this as he picked up another one from the bar and threw it back. The club was loud. So loud that the floor pulsed. They had been there for an hour that felt like more.

Everything had started off fine. Tyler had even tried to convince himself to seek out a moment with Pogue. They were brothers after all. He wouldn’t make fun of him if he asked him to be serious. But then it occurred to him that since they were brothers, since Pogue did love him one way or another, he’d probably bite the bullet and sleep with him. Tyler’s chest hurt at the thought of him being obligated to go to bed with him. The more he drank the more he just wished that he could be done with this problem, pulled from this situation and dropped back into his life so that he could finally enjoy all of the affection and love his brother’s offered.

A chest leaned into his back, pressing his stomach to the bar a little. A hand slid along his thigh, a mouth near his ear. At first he thought it was one of them, but quickly realized the touch was foreign. He twisted around, moving an arm between himself and the other to get some space. The man smiled, probably the same age as him, and reached out to run fingers up the blade of Tyler’s jaw to his chin, tipping his chin high. He was a handsome boy, though Tyler had never seen him before. He found his arm relaxing, letting the stranger lean in and kiss him. His tongue tasted like vodka, or maybe that was his own. His hands were rough the way they grabbed, but he told himself that hands were hands.

Soon enough he was pulling Tyler across the room of writhing bodies and music, the floor sticky under their shoes with alcohol, spit and various other leaked fluids from the night and possibly the one before. Tyler cringed but kept on walking with him, his heart hammering in his chest when they snuck into the bathrooms. They waited a minute in silence while another man washed his hands and left, and then the stranger locked the door.

The room was quieter, the blaring music now a vibrating hum outside the walls. The florescent lights flickered in a yellow color that made everything look a little dirty. It wasn’t until he was pressing him to the cold tile wall that Tyler realized how much larger the stranger was than him. But it seemed everytime his mind tried to find words there was a pickled tongue choking him. Those hands were no gentler here than they had been at the bar, and wasted no time in pulling open the fly of Tyler’s jeans.

His heart launched into a fluttering panic, his hands pushing at that chest to get some space between them again but it did nothing. Suddenly he was turned and bent over the sink, his jeans pulled down to his thighs. He had only himself to stare at in the smudged mirror. “No.” He shivered, trying to stand, but a hand pushed him down, hips pushing his thighs hard against the porcelain.

There were tears in his eyes when he said it again, the stranger ignoring him as he pulled his own pants open to free his hard sex, his hand already working himself into a grunt of pleasure. “Hey!” Tyler hissed angrily, still struggling against the hand that kept him down. “I said stop!” He was on the verge of Using, Caleb’s anger be damned, when a thumb shoved harshly into his ass. His body shook as his mouth dropped open in a gasp of pain that set free the tears in his eyes.

“Son of a bitch!” An all too familiar voice came from the door.

Pogue had been watching Tyler for most of the night. He had seemed alright, dancing with Reid and a few others, smiling uncomfortably- the way Tyler often smiled at places like these, but then he’d gone to the bar. He hadn’t intended to interrupt. It was Tyler’s business who he screwed and where. They had all agreed long ago that they could do whatever they wanted with people outside the covenant, as long as no one ever came before a brother again and no one found out their secret.

When he crossed the dance floor to the bathroom’s he had only intended to peek- just to be sure that everything was okay. He could feel Caleb and Reid following him- maybe they had seen the same thing. He used a little to unlock the door, sliding it open silently. He had never expect to find what he did.

He had walked in just in time to hear that sound of pain tearing up from Tyler’s throat, his hands shakily clinging to the sink as tears fell from his jaw to the porcelain, one of the other guy’s hands keeping him bent over. He could see the youngest’s face in the mirror and understood every line of his expression.

Pogue hadn’t needed anymore thought or words. He crossed the bathroom in a rush that slammed the other guy off of Tyler and into the wall, a fist colliding with his face to have his skull bouncing off of the tiles. He groaned and slumped as though to fall, but Pogue had fisted his hands in the guy’s shirt, turning him further away from Tyler before letting go and swinging again. His cheek split under those knuckles that time, his body tumbling back onto the floor, but Pogue was still on him, kneeling now to punch again and again.

“Pogue...” Tyler tried to call but his voice was too hoarse.

Reid and Caleb were suddenly in the room too, Caleb locking the door while Reid crossed quickly to stand between Tyler and the beating on the floor.

“Pogue!” Caleb shouted and the other stopped, fist still poised to fall again. The other was unconscious on the floor, his face a mess, but his chest moving for air.

Reid’s jaw twitched angrily but he quickly pulled Tyler’s pants up, buttoning them before straightening the boy’s shirt and rubbing the tears from his face.

“What happened?” Caleb demanded, the voice that would not be ignored.

Tyler shuddered and sighed, looking anywhere but at any of them. “I lead him on.” The youngest admitted with embarrassment. “He was drunk and then I changed my mind and he wouldn’t stop.” It was little more than a whisper, bringing more tears up to his eyes.

Caleb sighed and nodded. “Take him home, Reid.”

The blond nodded and took Tyler by the arm, pulling him toward the door. He reached out to grab Caleb’s sleeve, the eldest looking down at the youngest. “I think he was just drunk, Cay..” Tyler whispered nervously. He was surprised when their leader managed to smile softly and touch his hand. “We’ll talk about it when we get home.”

Reid pulled and Tyler let go of the sleeve.

Caleb looked at Pogue, still kneeling over the other and glaring, his bloody fingers still curled into fists.

“You need to man up.” Caleb finally spoke and the words were so surprising that Pogue actually forgot the bastard on the floor.

He stood and turned, glaring at his closest friend. “What?”

“It’s gone on long enough, Po.” He hissed, lips curling and eyes so dark and yet still natural. “Baby Boy has a soft spot for you, he always has.”

“We never even hang out without the rest of you.”

“He’s your brother. He loves you. Fuck him.”

Pogue shuddered at the harsh language, it wasn’t often that Caleb would say something so vulgar. “You said he was saving it.”

Caleb arched an eyebrow and then gestured toward the mess of a man on the floor. “Obviously he’s over that. Ball up and make a move.” He was turning for the door when his friend spoke again.

“What if he doesn’t want to?” Pogue asked again, his words edged in doubt.

Caleb groaned and drug his fingers back through his hair, turning around to face him again. “Then I’ll take care of it. But can you really keep ignoring your desire for him? What if you hadn’t followed him to the bathroom?” Pogue cringed and Caleb nodded as though it were a reply. “You’re not like this guy, Po.” He nudged his chin toward the guy on the floor. “Make a move.”


The car ride felt like hours. Tyler had stared at the dashboard grimly, feeling shame and discomfort swimming inside him. Reid drove and for the first time in his life, said nothing. His knuckles were white from holding the steering wheel so hard. When they pulled into the driveway he got out of the car before Tyler could say anything. He waited until the youngest got out too before walking up the path to the door. He opened it and waited.

Head still dropped shamefully, Tyler walk in. He started for the stairs but Reid finally spoke.

“Nah-uh.” He flicked on the lights and nudged his head toward the livingroom. “Sit.”

Tyler cringed but turned like an obedient and soon to be scolded child. He sat down on the couch. “I’m sorry.”

Reid sighed and sat beside him. “For being stupid?”

Tyler swallowed and looked at his knees. “I guess.”

“You still drunk?”

Tyler thought about it for a moment before feeling even more pathetic. “Maybe.”

There was silence and then another question. “How far?”

“What?”

“How far did he get?” Reid’s voice was low and dark.

Tyler cringed and then shrugged to cover it up. “Not far.”

“Baby Boy.”

Tyler shifted uncomfortably. “He got a finger in…” He almost thought he saw Reid flinch. But Reid never flinched. He had seen the boy take beatings with a bleeding smile.

The blond leaned back to rest against the comfort of the couch beside Tyler. “You should have used. Shrunk his dick down to a peanut or something.”

Tyler sighed and nodded. “I know. I just froze…”

Reid frowned deeply. Even though he didn’t use as frivolously as he had in their teens, he was definitely the most experienced and comfortable with his powers.

When Caleb and Pogue got home the other boys were still sitting on the couch. Reid stood when they walked in, stretching like a cat. “I’m going to bed.” He said casually but there was an edge to it that screamed ‘drop it’. Tyler sighed gratefully when Caleb nodded and headed upstairs after Reid. He had wanted to catch up to the other, maybe talk to him, but the blond had moved quickly and closed his door with a firm thud.

Tyler suddenly found himself left in the livingroom with Pogue. He stared at the floor, anxiously awaiting a verbal lashing that never came. He tried not to yawn but it couldn’t be stopped. His eyes blinking heavily as his hand tapped his mouth. He prayed it didn’t make Pogue angrier, didn’t make him think this wasn’t important.

To his surprise the other laughed a little and when he looked up he saw him shaking his head. “Come on, Baby Boy.” He reached out and waited for Tyler to put his hand in his before hoisting him to his feet.

It wasn’t until he was following Pogue up the stairs that he realized just how worn out he was. His feet barely made each step. He had expected to be ushered to his room but instead found himself being nudged into the large bathroom. When the lights came on they made him cringe, his head throbbing. With a whine he rubbed at them.

“Don’t start complaining. No one forced those shots on you.” Pogue said as he turned on the shower, letting the water heat until steam was building in the room.

“I don’t need to shower.”

Pogue laughed lightly again. “I think we’ll leave that up to the people who have to smell you.” He lifted the boy’s shirt, smiling softly at how naturally Tyler raised his arms for him, letting him take his clothes away.

It wasn’t until Pogue’s hands were working his pants open that he realized he was being stripped. His eyes opened with a new burst of attention, just as Pogue pushed his jeans down to have them pooling on the ground around his feet- having him suddenly naked in the middle of the bathroom. “Get in.” Pogue said as he pulled off his own shirt.

Tyler drew a breath of warm steam as he stared at the other boy. It wasn’t like he’d never seen Pogue naked before or showered with him- though it had been at least a year and was usually a bit more public. He found himself staring at the other opened his jeans and shimmied out of them, standing in front of him naked and unabashed. Tyler was so focused on trying not to blush that he had failed to put his will against the swelling of his own cock.

Pogue smiled and it was a lazy grin that spoke of arrogance and pride. He opened the shower door. “In.” He said again. The room was dark grey tile, more of a square than a rectangle, with a large showerhead on one side. He watched Tyler climb in and would have allowed himself to groan at the movement of that naked body, if only he couldn’t see the hint of a bruise forming on his back over his spine where the other hand had been. It matched the ones on the tops of his thighs where they’d been slammed to the sink.

What if he hadn’t followed his brother? The thought threatened to haunt him but luckily Pogue had always been a man that chose action over fear or regret. Which is what made it so strange that he had taken so long with Tyler, been so careful that he had almost lost him. It had been the fear that his actions would finally cause him regret. He let the spray of the shower wash that worry away. Caleb had a good eye for things, especially things that involved his brothers. If he said it was okay to make a move, Pogue would trust his judgment.

He pushed the length of his hair back, wet and darkened. His eyes narrowing as he watched Tyler stand under the water flow, his eyes closed and his head leaned in until it immerged on the otherside. His hands pressed to the wall, letting the stream crash on his back. Pogue did groan then, advancing the one step needed to have his hips and half filled cock press into the youngest’s ass. The boy tensed but didn’t move to pull away. Pogue stroked a hand down the other’s spine, disturbing the waterfall there. His eyes flashed black when they moved over the forming bruise, washing it away.

Tyler shivered. “Po?”

He slid his hands over Tyler’s hips, down to brush fingers against bruised thighs. Another flicker of night in eyes and perfect pale skin was returned. “What, Baby Boy?”

His arms shook a little, still reached forward to hold himself up against the wall. He wanted so much to rub his ass back against those hips. “Are you still angry?” He wanted to smack himself in the forehead for asking, for possibly redirecting Pogue’s wonderful attention.

“Yes.” He admitted with a soft curve of his lips.

“I’m sorry Po. I just-” His words cut off as he was suddenly turned, his back pressed up against the wet wall and his lips sealed by the others. Her heart fluttered to life, his lips trembling open for that tongue to finally slide in. Why did it feel like it had been years since Pogue last kissed him? His arms came up to curl around those broad shoulders, lifting himself up to wrap his legs around Pogue’s waist.

Both boys moaned when their bodies ground together, cocks hard and slick from the water, rubbing with every unified roll of their hips. Pogue’s kiss was urgent with passion, burning like fire the way that Pogue did everything. His fingers curled under Tyler’s thighs, squeezing enough to make him groan but never hurt. His body arched against the wall as he rubbed himself wildly against the larger boy. Tyler’s lips had parted wide, gasping at steam and mewling loudly. His eyes were slanted and sharp as he looked up at Pogue, watching with true satisfaction as pleasure splayed across his features.

They rocked and rocked. Rubbing harder and faster until Tyler was digging fingers into the back of Pogue’s shoulders and Pogue was muffling his sounds into the curve of Tyler’s throat. Their bodies erupted at once, shooting the proof of their pleasure up their chests.

After another few blissful moments, Pogue let Tyler stand again, finding the soap to give them both a good washing. They talked in the shower and there was such comfort and relief to it. Pogue could no longer remember why he had withdrawn so far from his youngest brother but was grateful that nothing was ever unmendable between them.

When they got out, he threw a towel over Tyler’s head and grab another for himself.

The boy suddenly seemed nervous once they were dried off and leaving the bathroom for the hall. He wasn’t sure what to expect when Tyler cleared his throat and shifted nervously. “Do you wanna,” He shifted again, rubbing the back of his wet hair and forcing his eyes up to Pogue’s. He was being brave. He was sick of looking at the floor and dreaming. “Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?”

The words came out and he felt both a wave of relief and fresh panic. And then Pogue smiled.

“I’d like that.” He draped an arm over Tyler’s shoulders and started them down the hall toward the boy’s room. “But I think we might actually need to sleep.” He smiled wider to himself when he heard disappointment in Tyler’s breath. “Before.” He added.

Caleb’s room was the only one with its own shower. Being the oldest, the only one with two doses of power, and the one that killed to protect them- he had called dibs. Although Tyler had stipulated at the time that it was the last time he could use the Chase card to get anything. He walked from the bathroom into his dark bedroom, rubbing his hair with a towel.

He had only taken a few steps into the room before stopping short. Reid was sitting a chair off to the side, between him and his path to bed. Caleb glanced at his bedroom door, still locked, and then back to the blond. He had used to creep into his room. “Reid…”

“It’s your fault.” The haughty blond cut in, his voice sharp with temper as he stood from the chair. He was in his pajama pants and nothing else, the thin cotton barely clinging to the curve of his hips. He stood with his arms at his sides, his shoulders pressed down and his hips just slightly rocked to the side. It was how he stood when he wanted to fight.

Caleb fought not to give in, not to play along with that temper, but he’d always had a weak spot for Reid’s words. “Excuse me?”

“He didn’t use.” Reid hissed. “He would have let that bastard rape him because he couldn’t think to use, because it didn’t come naturally.”

Now all hope of being the reasonable one flew out the window. “Don’t you start with that shit, Reid. He didn’t need to use. We were there.”

“Barely!” Reid roared and his eyes sparked before going black.

Caleb’s eyes widened. “Don’t you dare.”

Reid hissed through his teeth and Caleb felt power slam into him, pushing him back until his arms had to catch against the fame of the bathroom doorway. The wood began to crack as Reid’s power continued to press. He was taking steps closer now, his bare feet moving soundlessly across the carpet. “What if we weren’t there?” He shivered and Caleb saw the flicker of old worry in the boy’s eyes. “What if next time you aren’t there?”

He groaned against the waves of power clawing at his skin. “Reid.” He ground out before finally throwing his own power at the blond, pushing away the bonds that had pressed him back and slamming the boy off his feet. Reid sucked air as his back slammed into the ceiling, his body stuck there under Caleb’s will.

The power flooded his system, twice the amount than he was meant to have. It made his head swim and his body purr to hold the other captive on the ceiling, to unload the power on him until he could see Reid’s vein’s pressing at his skin, his eyes rolling back, and the heave of his chest growing frantic.

Just as quickly as it had taken over, Caleb had pushed it back. He gasped in panic as he withdrew his power, dropping Reid to the floor and rushing to his side.

The blond gasped and coughed for air, letting the older boy roll him onto his back before pushing him away. Stubborn and angry, Reid pushed himself to his feet, staggering and still shoving at Caleb’s attempts at help. “Fuck you!” He yelled angrily.

Caleb cringed but didn’t let him go, grabbing hold of the boys arms to pull him back to him. “Reid.” He tried to turn away so Caleb moved a hand to his neck, pulling that face closer to his. “Reid.” He was still panting himself, his forehead leaning to Reid’s temple. “I’m sorry.”

The blond sneered, still looking away. He didn’t want soft words when he was in these moods, because deep down he knew that he was lashing out and apologies would only make him feel guilty. Deep down, Caleb imagined, that Reid thought he deserved being thrown to the ceiling. It was why he always picked fights with the one guy he couldn’t beat.

“We’ll always be here to take care of each other.” Caleb promised in the dark. “I’ll always be here to take care of them.”

Reid’s lips curled. “Liar.”

Caleb wanted to sigh in defeat. He knew this mood. Knew why Reid had come to him and not one of the others. His body was surging with the desire to use, to break loose of laws and rules, to ruin everything he held dear. Sometimes, Reid was like the flesh bound form of chaos, seeking out Caleb to save him from himself.

His jaw flexed as he held Reid’s arm tighter, suddenly swinging him into movement and shoving him toward the bed.

Reid resisted. He always did on these nights. He shoved back, he squirmed, he writhed when he was pinned to the mattress. But his eyes never turned black. The first time one of these nights had happened it had been awful- at least for Caleb. Reid had pushed and pushed until his temper had snapped, his power overflowing with the need to dominate Reid, to teach him who was in charge, to show him what he could do to protect them. They had Used that time, fighting each other the whole way. When Caleb came too again his room had been wrecked and there beneath him laid Reid, bruised, exhausted, and bleeding. Caleb had almost cried, shaking as he thought of all that his temper had ruined- their friendship, their family, even their volatile romance. But then Reid had let out a satisfied sigh, looking more sedate than he had ever seen him. He had whispered a thank you that had been more soul searing than anything Caleb had ever heard. It had been the first time that Caleb had realized that Reid ever needed him- and for weeks after that Reid had barely used at all.

Eventually Caleb had realized how to have these nights without Using, and without hurting the other more than was desired. Reid tried to get away again, a vain attempt that he knew would be stopped. Caleb grabbed the blond by the neck, pinning his back to the bed as his other hand stripped his pajama pants down his legs, throwing them away before smothering that rebellious mouth with his own.

Reid bit at his lip and Caleb groaned before pulling away. He picked up and flipped the blond over, pulling him onto his knees to have his ass in the air. Reid made to like he was going to crawl away just to force Caleb to grab his thighs and pull him back, one hand spreading his cheeks to rub a fingertip against the pucker of his entrance. With a flash of his eyes and a little magic he coated Reid’s inside with lube, making the other boy moan at the sudden sensation, his forehead rubbing against the sheets as Caleb sunk the first finger into him. A few thrusts and then a second fingers, a few thrusts and then a third. Reid was panting against the mattress now, saliva staining the bed as she clenched and unclenched his fists. “Come on…. Cay… Please…” He groaned and rolled his hips back against the hand that worked digits inside him. “Fuck me!”

“Why?” Caleb purred coldly, still jabbing his fingers in and out, pushing as far as his knuckles would allow.

Reid mewled and whimpered, his tongue working against his lips and the sheet. “Don’t… Don’t make me say it…”

Caleb stopped suddenly, fingers thrusted in and still. “Say it Reid.”

The boy groaned and hissed against the mattress, ass squirming but held still by Caleb’s other hand. “Caleb!” Reid tried to command with temper even from that position.

“Say it.”

His hissing turned to needy whining, fingers trembling against the covers. His eyes lost some of their flare as he shivered out the words, barely a whisper. “I need you.”

Caleb shuddered and pulled his fingers out, holding the solid length of his cock to the other boy entrance. “Again.” He breathed, pressing the head of his dick in and watching as Reid’s mouth opened wider, his eyes glazing. “Reid…” Caleb’s voice warned, he sounded like he was pressing up against the last wall of his own restraint, but they all knew that Caleb could always find more.

The blond shivered. “I need you.” He breathed, moaning when the other sunk fully into him and wasted no time building a pace.

His hands twisted in the covers, his lips wide against the sheet, and his body rocking back and forth under the thrusts of Caleb’s hips.

Caleb’s hands dug into his sides, pulling him in to meet his thrusts, his eyes rolling as he gave way to the abandon that was Reid. He wondered if the blond was like this with anyone else. He had seen him and Pogue together a few times, they were all mischief and desire, but nothing like this. His thoughts strayed to Reid’s countless other lovers outside the covenant, but never for long. Others invoked jealousy. Caleb could accept Reid needing their other brothers the same way he needed him, but he couldn’t live with him needing someone else like this. Someone outside of their home.

His hips slammed again, harder, and he felt Reid’s entire body lurch forward and tense, cresting and coming on the rumpled covers. “Caleb!” The blond screamed, body spasming almost violently. With a groan and another thrust Caleb followed his lover, filling him before sighing contently and withdrawing, rolling onto his back on the bed.

Reid shivered and stayed in place, ass still in the air, until Caleb reached over and grabbed his waist, pulling him to lie against his side. No matter how much Caleb loved the storm that was Reid, it was in the calm between that he thought he really knew his brother, really felt him exposed.


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