Mark It Up

NOTE: I didn't write in Pavi's accent because I heard reading accents can sometimes annoy readers, sorry to those who like to read accents.
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“Repoman….”
“Stop saying that, kid.”
“Re…re….repoman…”
“I’m warning you, SHUT THE FUCK UP.”
“Repoman…”
“That’s it, fuckhead!” Luigi Largo ran a knife through the irritant, a little teen with long black hair and blue eyes. “Serves you right, you dumb little shit.” Luigi cleaned the knife as the boy died in agony, all the time repeating ‘Repoman’ over and over again.

“I hear that one saw a repossession with his own eyes. I guess some people just cannot stomach it.” Pavi Largo informed his elder brother, not looking away from the mirror as he fixed his own dark hair. Two Genterns, as always, flanked him, fixing his ‘face’ as he fixed his hair. “At any rate, brother, your temper is always amusing so long as your rage isn’t focused on me.”

“You’re not worth my time, you shit.” Luigi spat, rolling his eyes.
“Am I really?” Pavi laughed. “Sometimes you make me think differently, you never seem to have a shortage of insults or abuse to shout at me and you often cause me injury.”
“Fuck you. You spray your fucking perfume in my eyes, that’s causing me injury, you fuck.” Luigi snapped back, he was getting angry now; Pavi was going to get it and get it but good this time. His unwelcome brainless suggestions such as the idea, whether he was kidding or not, that Luigi and Amber Sweet should fuck, were most irritating and his face was sickening to Luigi.

Pavi, on the other hand, found Luigi very humorous to mock, in Pavi’s somewhat dim mind, Luigi was an amusing toy. Sure, he was competition for Pavi’s eventual takeover of Geneco, but he was interesting for the time being, Pavi would give him that. “Fantastic, ladies.” Pavi cooed as the Genterns finished putting on his face. “My greatest face ever!”

“We’re glad you like it, Mr. Largo.” The two women cooed back in unison, backing up as they saw Luigi coming towards them. They’d both seen their share of fellow Genterns felled by Luigi’s awful temper.

“Pavi, you’re one sick fuck.” Luigi barked. “Look at that face, hideous! And why the fuck do you wear women’s faces, is it because you want men? Is there something you’re not telling me!?”

“Not necessarily, brother.” Pavi stated calmly. “I simply admire the beauty of women.” He took this moment to recline in his chair as a particularly bold red haired Gentern began to massage his shoulders while a black haired one removed his shoes and massaged his feet. “Are you jealous, brother, that women fawn over The Pavi?”

“Why should I care what some whores think of me? Half of them are so incompetent I’d do well to just fucking kill them!” Luigi snarled, and as though to illustrate his point, grabbing a blonde Gentern and running a knife through her middle, probably causing some serious damage to her aorta as she began to bleed out quite badly, falling over backwards against a board with today’s organ prices written on it.

“Why do you always spoil the fun, brother?” Pavi complained, standing up and walking over to Luigi, hands up in the air in mock exasperation. “If you keep up your temper this way, you will never own Geneco and it will go to The Pavi, what a tragedy for you.” Pavi chuckled, moving forward and speaking directly into Luigi’s ear then darting away as his brother raised a knife against him.

“If I have to feel your fucking nasty breath on my ear again, I’ll fucking fuck you up good!” Luigi shouted, grabbing Pavi by the throat and lifting him up.

“You will fucking fuck me?” Pavi snickered, pretending he didn’t hear the last part, just happy to be getting such a rise out of his brother. “What if I got to you first?”

“You’re a twisted little fuck, brother.” Luigi rolled his eyes, throwing Pavi backwards sending him stumbling over the fallen Gentern and into the blackboard.

Pavi hit his shoulder hard, he cursed lightly under his breath, standing up rubbing his shoulder and shaking his head. He slipped a little on the blood, but managed to keep his balance. “You’re a complete prick, you know that, brother?”

“And you’re a moron, you didn’t notice this before?” Luigi flipped Pavi off and walked away, muttering to himself.

Pavi wouldn’t let Luigi know it, but he had plans for him. He’d show him that he couldn’t be a raging psychopath his whole life and get away with it. He’d get his revenge The Pavi way.


Luigi was, at that time, making some plans for Pavi too, a plan to show Pavi that if he was going to wear a woman’s face, he was going to be treated like one too. He was such a sick little freak after all, he didn’t deserve much better.


Neither brother, of course, was truly frightened of the other. Pavi was far too busy thinking of himself to think of Luigi as a threat. Luigi thought of Pavi as too vain, stupid and self-absorbed to have anything enter his mind other than his own appearance. Both brothers were in for a surprise though as each one was plotting and very ready to go through with what they were planning.


Luigi grabbed his favorite knife off of the wall of his bedroom and began to sharpen it as he imagined how badly he was going to hurt Pavi both physically, mentally and emotionally. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the knife, taking in the sharpness and shine of it. He felt the tip with his finger imagining driving it through Pavi’s throat as he screamed for mercy.


Meanwhile, Pavi was rifling though drawers in his room looking for something dangerous to threaten Luigi with and maybe inflict some serious damage. Who knew? Maybe he’d venture over into men’s faces and try Luigi’s on for size. Finally he found a scalpel and upon testing it’s sharpness by making his hand bleed rather than just touching it with his thumb, Pavi imagined how angry Luigi would be AND how humiliated. It amused him to no end even just thinking about it.

Luigi left his room and walked slowly towards Pavi’s room, walking down the hallway until he came to the door. Pavi was just opening the door to go to Luigi’s room when Luigi shoved him back inside with such force that he fell backwards, knees catching on the bed and knocking him back onto it. Luigi stood over him with his knife drawn and as he sneered down at Pavi, the younger man managed to get up and aim a blow with the scalpel at Luigi’s chest, tearing his shirt. Luigi was surprised to see Pavi actually do something in defense that didn’t involve a feminine spray bottle and Pavi took advantage of this to shove Luigi into the large vanity mirror across from the bed. Luigi wasn’t stunned for long though, he aimed another blow with his knife at Pavi. Pavi’s slender form easily managed to dodge the knife aiming another scalpel blow at Luigi who dodged under it and shoved Pavi to the ground.

“Your girly ass is mine, brother.” Luigi sneered. He shouldn’t have taken that time to sneer, though because Pavi took that moment to stick the scalpel in Luigi’s shoulder.

Pavi laughed, but taking the time to taunt and laugh wasn’t a good idea either as Luigi threw Pavi face down on the ground and stuck the knife in his shoulder. “Shit!” Pavi shouted, he’d let his guard down at exactly the wrong time. “You can’t do this to me! I was going to--”

“Shut the fuck up.” Luigi shouted, pulling the scalpel from his own shoulder and burying it in Pavi’s other shoulder.

“Surely you won’t kill me, brother….” Pavi laughed nervously. “Think of how angry father would be if you killed The Pavi, after all, I’m his favorite, and not to mention, he IS leaving Geneco to me and if he does and you let me live--”

“Didn’t I just tell you to shut the fuck up?” Luigi smacked Pavi upside the head. “And the hell you’re dad’s favorite, everyone with connections knows that dad is leaving Geneco to me and therefore, I’m his favorite.”

If he were smarter, Pavi would have taken this opportunity to fight back, but instead he was more outraged by the fact that Luigi thought he would inherit Geneco than the fact that Luigi had him pinned face down on the floor with a scalpel and a knife in his shoulder. But Pavi, being somewhat dim, cared more about owning Geneco than his own impending humiliation.

Luigi, red with rage, decided to end this stupid argument once and for all and painfully removed the knife from Pavi’s shoulder, making it as slow and painful as possible. He used the knife to cut Pavi’s pants in half. “You wear briefs? I always expected you to wear some kind of thong with the way you behave.” Luigi laughed, cutting the underwear up the sides.

“You think you can just ruin The Pavi’s clothes like that?” Pavi glared. “You’re the one who’s stupid if you don’t think I’ll react to that!” He began to struggle to reach the scalpel in his other shoulder but it was no use, he couldn’t get to it.

“Oh, you want this?” Luigi sneered, ripping the scalpel out of Pavi’s shoulder and dangling it above his head. When Pavi reached for it, Luigi threw it into a far away corner. “Go get it, oh right, you can’t, you’re pinned.” Luigi smirked, shoving Pavi’s head into the carpeted floor and rubbing his face in the clean, lemon scented carpet.

Pavi, still pissed off about his clothing being ruined and his face being knocked askew looked up at Luigi. Pavi’s face hung off of only two hooks now. Luigi just laughed at him and began to undo his own pants. “You look so fucking stupid with your face hanging off like that, but then again, you always looked stupid to me.” Luigi taunted as Pavi struggled.
‘This is going all wrong!’ thought Pavi. ‘ I was supposed to get HIM, not the other way around!’ He glared back at Luigi. He’d make him pay yet. No matter what.

Luigi, meanwhile, was positioning himself to begin fucking Pavi. He gave a quick hard thrust into Pavi’s tight entrance and began to go harder and faster as he got more used to the tightness. Pavi winced a little at the roughness which created almost a burning feeling for him, but planned to make it hurt much worse when he returned the favor, a difficult feat as Luigi stabbed Pavi again just narrowly avoiding killing him or injuring his spine with the knife as he continued his relentless assault on his younger brother’s ass. “Maybe you’re not a woman like I said you were, women aren’t as tight as your ass.” Luigi laughed coldly, knifing Pavi’s arm this time.

Pavi’s eyes began to tear up from the pain of the knife being stuck into him over and over again. ‘How dare he ruin The Pavi’s face like this! And it will take forever to get these bloodstains out of my shirt!’ Pavi thought to himself, eyes closing tightly as Luigi gave a particularly painful thrust into him. The thrusts started getting hard, faster and more urgent as Luigi got closer and closer not only to his release but to Pavi. Pavi could soon feel Luigi’s hot, almost burning in his opinion, breath on his ear. “Stop breathing in my ear, brother!” Pavi glared, flailing his arms as he tried to move his arms to hit Luigi. “How dare you do this to The Pavi!? And it will take forever for me to get these bloodstains out of my good shirt!”

Luigi held down Pavi’s arms. “God dammit, Pavi! Stop flailing! It’s…ergh…gonna ungh! Happen! Ah! One way or another!” Finally he pulled out, savoring the remaining tightness as he came, spraying his seed all over Pavi’s ass and back. “Say anything to dad and I’ll fucking kill you.” Luigi picked up the knife and scalpel and turned to walk out of the room. “Fucking clean yourself up before you leave the room.”
Pavi stood up and began to clean himself off. “Dammit. How can he do this to The Pavi? When I own Geneco. I’m sending the Repoman after him first! Who cares if he still has all his old organs, we can always use fresh ones!” Pavi threw the towel onto the ground and went to his dresser to grab a fresh pair of underwear and pants. A tight pair of leather pants and a plain pair of briefs, he also called in a few Genterns to fix his injuries.

“Aww, poor mister Largo, you fell on some glass? Well we’ll have you fixed right up, mister Largo.” The red haired Gentern from earlier smiled as her dark haired friend got some antiseptic, some anesthetic and a medical needle and thread. The two women lovingly stitched up Pavi’s injuries, but the whole time, Pavi was thinking of how to take his revenge on Luigi for what he did. How would he do it without bloodying his nice clothes as well? As he thought about this, he would occasionally wince at the slight tingle caused by the needle going through the anesthetized skin. Another dark haired Gentern came in to fix Pavi’s face as her friends had told her it was askew when she’d spoken to them, they were too busy fixing up Pavi’s injuries to fix up his face.

Pavi’s face was brand new and finally reattached, he loved how it looked. He couldn’t believe it, he’d been violated and humiliated but he looked even better than before. He felt better knowing he looked better too. Pavi half wondered if he hadn’t enjoyed that a little. “No…I didn’t enjoy that.” Pavi shook his head. “I wonder why I even think that. Well, no matter, I will enjoy this, I’m sure.” He smiled dreamily to himself. “Luigi is going down either way, whether or not I enjoyed the unfortunate incident.” He laughed. “Ladies, The Pavi needs to be alone for a moment to talk with his brother. Please leave me.” Pavi waved off the Genterns who had been taking care of him.

They left Pavi alone to his thoughts. Pavi thought about how he would go about doing this. His first instinct was to sneak into Luigi’s room while he slept while he didn’t have a weapon to defend himself with. So he did this, he snuck into Luigi’s room that night and tiptoed quietly to his bed. “Sleep while you can, brother, The Pavi will have his revenge!” Pavi shouted triumphantly. His eyes widened as he saw Luigi stirring. “Oh shi--” Soon Luigi’s hand was on Pavi’s throat.

“You just never learn, do you, shit-head?” Luigi sneered, taking a knife out from under his pillow and running it through Pavi’s side, avoiding any vitals entirely. Pavi fell to the ground in agony, trembling and shaking in pain. Luigi stepped in front of Pavi’s face, narrowly avoiding crushing Pavi’s head. “You liked last night, didn’t you, you wanted more of big brother, didn’t you?” Luigi smirked, crouching down next to Pavi’s badly bleeding body. He put his finger in the wound he made and rubbed the blood on Pavi’s lips. “Who’s my girl? Huh?!” Luigi whispered into Pavi’s ear roughly, laughing a bit as he grabbed Pavi by the shoulders, planting a rough kiss on his lips, forcing his tongue into his mouth. Pavi would have bitten if he hadn’t been terrified that he was about to die. His eyes were wide in fright and his body was trembling. He felt like he was going to vomit from blood loss and he almost did, but held it back. He was a bit frightened that Luigi could and would kill him if he dared to do that.

When Luigi finally let Pavi’s lips go, Pavi began to beg for his life, for mercy for anything. Luigi kicked him in the gut, causing blood to spurt from Pavi’s injury. “Stop, brother! It hurts, it hurts!” and just like that, Pavi felt ten years old again this hadn’t happened then, but he’d certainly been beaten up plenty of times by his big brother. Pavi remember having his arm twisted behind his back till it broke once. This pain was as excruciating if not worse. Pavi almost cried from the sheer agony of being kicked over and over and over again. The blood kept coming and Pavi was close to fainting.

“Come on, you fucking pussy!” Luigi sneered, kicking Pavi harder. “You can’t take this! You can’t take this! You weak little--” Luigi noticed Pavi was ready to faint. “Poor little Paviche…We’ll take it slow now since you’re a such a girl about this.” Luigi sneered, pulling off Pavi’s pants and underwear again with a rough jerk. He didn’t need to hold Pavi down this time as Pavi was bleeding too badly to move. He gripped Pavi’s ass and spread it revealing his tight opening. “Perfect.” He smirked, spitting on the opening. “That’s enough lubricant to make it go nice and easy.” He grinned, giving a hard thrust into Pavi’s opening, still raw from the night before.
Pavi screamed in agony as Luigi’s cock traveled as far into him as it could get. He finally vomited all over the ground in front of him, eyes rolling back into his head as he received a moment’s solace from the brutal rape in unconsciousness.
“Oh no, bitch! You’re gonna take it! You’re gonna take it nice and hard!” Luigi snarled, pulling out, getting up and turning Pavi over. He began slapping Pavi’s face until Pavi’s eyes fluttered open. “Good, you’re awake.” He grinned, grabbing Pavi’s legs and lifting them over his hips and thrusting hard into Pavi’s opening once more. Pavi sniffled softly, eyes welling with tears and staring emotionlessly straight ahead. The tears didn’t add any emotion to Pavi’s face, he didn’t know anymore whether to be frightened or angry or humiliated. All he knew was that he was in pain. He wanted badly to be ten years old again, to get a hug from his father and be told it would all be okay. Nowadays his father couldn’t bear to look at him let alone hug him and Rotti would only consider this another scandal rather than a horrible thing happening to Pavi. Pavi shook his head, he refused to believe that, he was sure his father would care. After all, Pavi was Rotti’s favorite, wasn’t he? At least his favorite SON if not his favorite child…Right? Pavi was only deluding himself, Rotti didn’t care about him anymore than he cared about Luigi. Amber was the one Rotti seemed to care about, which is probably why Luigi didn’t touch her when she pissed him off. Now he’d probably take that out on Pavi too.

“Luigi…Please….I need to get this wound stitched up, I’m losing blood, I’m going to die…” Pavi begged.

“I don’t care.” Luigi replied. “You can leave when I…ungh! Cum! Urgh!” His thrusts increased in urgency, speed and roughness until finally he released inside his younger brother. “There…Now you can leave.” He sneered, kicking Pavi again.

Pavi’s humiliation and fear subsided as he crawled out of the room and got shakily to his feet. Rage filled him and he stumbled right back into Luigi’s room. Luigi wasn’t paying attention, too busy polishing a knife. Pavi threw a punch, the first punch he’d thrown in years, luckily for him with his new found fury, his punch found its mark and hit Luigi in the back of his head, knocking him out. “It’s The Pavi’s turn now…” Pavi smirked, cracking his knuckles and with some effort grabbing Luigi’s arms and dragging him to bend him over the bed. He then yanked off Luigi’s pants and underwear, stuffing the underwear in Luigi’s mouth. “Don’t scream, big brother, you’re gonna like this.” He grinned ear to ear. Luigi stirred a little but Pavi grabbed two ascots that’d been left on the floor and tied Luigi’s arms together behind his back. “Don’t you worry, brother, I won’t be cutting you…” Pavi took this moment to lick Luigi’s ear sensually. “You’re gonna love it.”
Luigi tried to curse at Pavi to call him a bitch again, but he couldn’t through the underwear stuffed in his mouth. Pavi kept laughing happily as he gently rubbed Luigi’s shoulders. “Don’t like it, do you? Well you’ll love it by the time I’m done.” Pavi practically giggled. He winced in pain from the wound. “Oh…Well, maybe in just a minute” Pavi said with another wince as he left the room, shutting and locking the door, leaving Luigi bound and gagged with vomit on his carpet.

Pavi came back within a few hours time looking good as new. “I’m ready to play now, brother.” Pavi smirked, walking into the room and over to Luigi. He turned Luigi towards him and knelt down between his legs giving his cock a good long lick. He kept that up for a while until he took it slowly into his mouth, sucking on it slowly and softly at first, then harder and faster. He smiled mischievously up at his brother as he did this. He pulled back. “You like that?” He asked. Luigi just stared at him, face red with rage. Pavi just laughed. “Now let’s see…How can I make you feel the way you made me feel…” Pavi grinned.
Luigi again tried to curse at Pavi, but he couldn’t through the gag. Pavi clicked his tongue and shook his head. “You’re nice and hard for me, aren’t you, Luigi? Don’t worry, it’s a natural reaction to The Pavi.” Pavi pulled back, grinning. He gripped Luigi’s cock and began to jerk it slowly at first, then began to pound it hard and fast. “You’re gonna cum soon, aren’t you? Won’t that feel wonderful, brother, after all, you seemed to enjoy it so much when you were in control, why should now be any different, hmm?” Pavi jerked it harder and faster, turning Luigi around again so he could thrust into his ass as he jerked him. Luigi snarled, practically foaming with rage as Pavi fucked him and jerked him off, the thrusts and the jerks getting harder and faster in time. “We can cum at the same time, no, brother? Won’t that be perfect?” Pavi hissed into Luigi’s ear, licking it again. Pavi was wrong though, Luigi came first as Pavi twisted his hand around on Luigi’s cock and rubbed the tip with his thumb. Finally, Pavi came too. “Ah, that felt good. I think I’ll take out your gag but leave you tied so you can’t hurt me while I leave this room.” Pavi smirked, taking the underwear out of Luigi’s mouth and putting it back on Luigi, he then got back into his own clothes and left the room, cleaning his hand daintily with a handkerchief.
“Goodbye…lover.” Pavi winked and blew a kiss as he practically skipped back to his room.
Luigi snarled. “I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU, PAVI! I WILL FUCKING STAB YOU IN THE FACE, YOU FUCKING FUCKER!”
Pavi just smirked and walked into his room.
“Had a good day, Mr. Largo?” The red haired Gentern asked.
“Better than you know.” Pavi grinned.