“Smile for the camera, baby.”

“Say your lines.”

Mom and Dad are too busy during parent weekend to visit Big Brother at college, and he's okay with that. His roommate decided to go home instead for the long weekend, so he got the dorm all to himself.

There's this loudness in the hall, and he stares at the door in confusion, hearing someone give a wolf whistle. He pokes his head out, and there's his precious little brother, blushing and stuttering around all the guys. A fire burns in his belly.

He storms over, snatches his wrist, and yanks him back into his dorm, locking the door behind him. "What are you doing here?" "I wanted to surprise you!" A beat passes. "Do you want me to leave? Oh god, I'm so stupid."

Big Brother cups his sweet angel's jaw instantly and kisses him sweetly. "No, no, you aren't stupid. I'm just.. surprised, that's all." He let's his eyes trail over what his brother decided to wear to a college campus. "Tell me you brought different clothes, though." Thank fuck, he did.

Big Bro gives him a tour, keeping him tucked under his arm the entire time. When they get food, they're tucked away in the worst booth in the back corner so no one sees his baby.

On the way back to the dorms, Big Brother turned his head for one second and some guy smacked his baby's ass. He's on them in a second, fist colliding with their face, their eye already starting to swell. "I'll break your fucking hand next time."

Tucking his brother back under his arm, he kisses his forehead sweetly. "Need to get you a collar or something. Make sure everyone knows you're taken." And if baby bro left the campus with a gross amount of hickeys on his neck... that was no one's business.

-🐾

As he grew up he learned how to contain it better ofc. He’s almost passing for normal but people still get a vibe from him. His room is plastered with horror movie posters and when his door is closed his volume is alittle too loud so whatever slasher he’s watching can be heard through the door. And his parents mostly ignore it, sometimes they whisper about how weird he is but then it’s chalked up to growing pains.

His little brother is the complete opposite. He’s a crybaby, can’t handle scary movies for shit. But he’s still super attached to his big brother, always clinging to his sleeve and insisting he can handle the gorey movies his brother loves, even when it leaves him shaking and wide eyed, burying himself in his brothers side and trying not to cry again.

And big brother fucking loves it. Loves how easily scared his little brother is bc the expressions he makes? The sounds? He’s fucking gorgeous. His fear is delicious. But scaring him isn’t enough anymore, he wants to hear him scream and cry and beg. And his cock is starting to get hard about it.

It starts small, pulling his little brother onto his lap and pinching his sides and thighs, making him yell and jump while they watch nightmare on elm street.

“Big brother…stop it! Please? Please be nice to me?”

“I am being nice, baby. You’re in my lap, in my room, and watching my movies. Isn’t that nice of me?” Another pinch.

“Yeah but you keep pinching me!”

“You can leave if you want.”

He doesn’t. He endures and ends up with tiny little bruises on his thighs and sides. The next time he pushes it further, they’re playing wrestling in his room and big brother has him pinned on his stomach in his bed. And he’s pulling his arm behind his back, the laughter dies down and little brother starts to really fight when his brother keeps pushing, he’s scared he’s going to pop it out of place. It hurts, the strain is too much.

“Stop! Ow ow it hurts! Stop!” Little brother is crying, and big brother is rock hard against his ass. Can’t stop himself from grinding down against him while he cries and little brother is so confused, big brothers hips are stumbling to a stop, and he’s panting heavily above him. He lets his arm go, his wrist bruised bright purple from the hold he had on it and he leans forward to kiss his little brothers head.

“God you’re so fucking good…so good for me so perfect.” And he’s pulling his little brother onto his chest, stroking his hair and being so sweet.

Maybe that’s why little brother doesn’t tell, doesn’t stop going back. Because yeah, his big brother bruises him up and makes him bleed but afterwards? He’s so gentle, and it’s addicting. His big brother is an asshole to everyone but if he just endures alittle bit of roughness? He gets a version nobody else does! So yeah, he covers up his bruises the best he can and makes up stories for any bruises that do get discovered.

Maybe he shouldn’t have…because now his big brother is fucking him hard and deep with a big knife pressed to his stomach.

“Oh fuck…could gut you right here and now, be so fucking easy…wanna fuck your insides so bad little bro. Make you a fucking mess. You want that too?”

Little brother whimpers and shakes his head, he’s scared he’s scared he’s scared. He doesn’t want that and the tip of the knife is right below his navel and he’s sobbing. He’s convinced big brother is gonna do it until he feels him cum, then the knife is tossed across the room and he’s being babied.