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Rage flooded Ruben’s veins like a fire as he locked eyes with Niall, the little rat who had put him behind bars simply because he grew a conscious one time. The hood ornament clenched in his fist as he waited for a confession, a flicker of remorse. Instead, Niall denied knowing who the car belonged to. Blind rage sent Ruben into a fit. He exploded from his chair, the hood ornament a dagger in his grip.
The rat fought back, trying to scream for help. Ruben’s palm slammed over his mouth, silencing him. With his other hand he gripped the waistband of Niall’s underwear, yanking them down his hairy ass, before forcing the hood ornament between his cheeks, tearing into Niall, dry and brutal, just like his threat.
Niall’s scream was a raw, animal sound that sent electric jolts down Ruben’s spine. He continued squirming, thrashed in the hospital bed, his muffled screams echoing in the room, hands scrabbling at Ruben’s wrist, nails drawing blood. Ruben grinned, the pleasure of finally being able to punish Niall for being a shitty brother grew inside him as he thrusted the ornament deeper. Niall’s muffled howl vibrated all the way up Ruben’s arm.
“Is this how you get off, Bambi?” he sneered. “Is this what you like? I know you like fucking in public bathrooms by strange men.” He laughed, breathless and shaking. “Never took you for the type, but everyone’s got their secrets.”
Niall’s head jerked back as he tried to speak between the howls of pain, but Ruben caught the flickering doubt in his movement. He didn’t move his hand from Niall’s mouth, as he didn’t trust him at all.
“Did you ever pretend they were me?” Ruben spat, voice pitched low. “Is that what you imagined?”
Niall’s ass was raw, the skin torn and bleeding, but he was still fighting, still doing his damned best, refusing to give in, and that only increased Ruben’s desire to end him.
He pressed his lips next to Niall’s ear, close enough to taste the sweat, and whispered, “I used to think about killing you.” The words tasted sweet, words which he had often said out loud in therapy, until he learned to let go. “Every day in lockup, I’d imagine choking you out. Watching the lights go out in your fucking rat eyes.” He let that hang in the air, savouring Niall’s panic. “But then I’d remember, you’re family, brother from another mother, right? Even shit brother like you deserve to live. But today you show you’re not my brother, only a simple sewer rat. So I figure I’ll give you a last wish before I snuff you out.”
He tugged at his belt and ripped open his jeans. His cock throbbed between his legs, eager to participate in Niall’s punishment. Ruben yanked the hood ornament from Niall’s ass and threw it across the room before replacing it with his cock. He forced his way in, no warning, no pause, tearing through the already ruined flesh, the blood from the ornament was the only thing easing the pain of Ruben’s thick cock, not that it helped that much. Niall’s scream was hoarse, sounding as if he was on the verge of breaking for good.
The tight, bloody heat clamped around him, sending his body into a state of intense pleasure. Ruben lost himself in the sensation, all of it, Niall’s muffled howls, the way his body bucked and still tried to get away, the iron scented air, knowing he’d won. He gripped Niall’s jaw tighter and forced three fingers into his mouth, so deep the only sounds Niall could make were gurgling choking sounds, before he began thrusting his cock into Niall with a good rhythm.
Niall’s noises evolved. There were still screams, but to Ruben it also sounded like there were moans. He thrust harder and felt tremors pass through Niall’s body. That time he could hear it clear, a moan, buried under the sobbing of his rat self. The kind of sound that made Ruben’s head swim with pleasure whenever his partners enjoyed themselves.
“Fucking knew it,” Ruben spat, teeth bared. “Always were a little bitch. Squeal for me, slut. You like it, don’t you? You’d let anyone fuck you, but you’d die before you asked me, isn’t that right?” He pulled his fingers out of Niall’s mouth, just enough to hear him. “Say it. Say you want it.”
Niall didn’t say anything, just cried like a baby. Luckily for Ruben he knew how to make Niall admit to anything.
Grabbing a hold of his throat, tightening his grip, he slowed down his hips till they barely moved, and knew he’d won when he could hear the disappointing sounds that escaped Niall.
“Say it, say you want it.”
He waited, knowing it was like torture.
“I want it,” Niall finally admitted, moaning deeply as he pushed his ass against Ruben’s cock.
“Say you’re mine,” Ruben then demanded to hear, the hand around Niall’s throat tightening slightly.
Niall moaned again before he finally confessed. “I’m yours,” he declared. Ruben smiled as he leaned down and bit into Niall’s shoulder so hard he drew blood. Niall screamed from pain, but soon his screams were those of pleasure as Ruben continued to thrust into Niall, the heat and violence turning electric in his body. Ruben was close, he need to finish, to empty himself into the one person who was a part of him, even if that person was a traitor.
“You’re mine, Bambi,” Ruben growled into Niall’s ear as deep grunts released with every thrust.
Ruben squeezed Niall’s throat tighter, and didn’t release him even as he felt the spasms gripping his cock, neither when he heard the desperate choking sobs. Fucking Niall was better than he’d ever pictured, the surrender, Niall’s tight ass clamping down, the raw sounds of him trying to breathe. Ruben’s balls tightened, before they finally released their load.
As the most intense parts of his orgasm passed, Ruben finally released Niall’s throat. Niall slumped in his grip, wet noises escaping his mouth, and his ass. Ruben didn’t fully let go of Niall’s throat for a long time, not before he felt ready. He then dragged his cock out, watched a string of blood and spunk smear Niall’s ass, before he climbed out of the hospital bed, dressing himself.
Niall didn’t move at first, just curled himself tighter, shivering into the hospital sheet. His knees retracted to his chest. The smell of blood and sweat filling the room.
Niall’s face stayed hidden, but the trembling became more visible, his whole body convulsed with the silent sobs he held back. A wet gasp escaped him, then another, louder, until it was the only sound that filled the room, an ugly sound that always excited Ruben. “I’m sorry,” Niall whispered, voice strangled, the words snared in snot and spit. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He said it over and over.
It wasn’t enough for Ruben, but Niall still managed to please him with his apology.
Ruben pulled him around till they faced each other, noticing how Niall struggled to breathe, like when he was younger, hyperventilating, struggling to do the most basic thing that humans could do from the second they were born.
“Follow my breath,” he ordered, forcing Niall’s head around till they faced each other, a familiar action which aways made Ruben feel good. Niall’s face was scrunched together, he was struggling, but he followed Ruben’s orders. “Breathe, breathe Bambi.”
Their breaths mingled together, two became one, like earlier, like before. Suddenly their history was no more, for a brief moment their history faded away, for a brief moment they were one. “Breathe,” he repeated, taking deep breaths which Niall mirrored, the trembling slowly easing its grip of Niall.
“There you go,” Ruben praised while he continued the deep breathing.
Soon Niall was mostly calm, his eyes glazed over, maybe exhaustion, or maybe it was him finally releasing some of the hatred he held towards Ruben.
“I’m sorry,” he apologised again.
Ruben wanted to ask what for, but decided that was a topic for another day, because he knew things would get heated when they began digging into their past.
“Rest, I’ll return later,” he said, releasing Niall even though he could see it felt like rejection.
He didn’t care to cuddle him more than necessary, so Ruben turned his back on Niall and left the room, not giving him a chance to say anything. The situation confused him, while waiting for Niall to wake up he expected it to end in murder, now he found himself back in his brothers vicinity, they were no longer parted, no longer two halves. In that bed they became closer than ever before, they became one.