#dub!con

“Do you need help?” Caleb wanders closer, peering over your shoulder at the bubbling pot, and you throw him back a smile. “Nope. You’ve done enough. You don’t have to stay. I’ve got it all handled.”

He ignores you, stepping right up behind you until his chest brushes your back. “Surely that’s not right.” He hums, breath warm against your ear. “My big sister is preparing this nice dinner for us… At least let me keep you company.”

You roll your eyes, even as you feel your body stiffening up. “Whatever.”

His arms slide around your waist, pulling you back against him in a tight hug. “Hmm… smells good.”

“It’s your favorite dish.” You say hoarsely as his nose nuzzles into the side of your neck. “Yeah… it is.”

You clear your throat. “How has work been treating you? Are you sleeping well? Getting enough rest? Any big missions coming up?” You blabber, your last question choked out as one of his hands drifts slowly down your front.

Caleb chuckles, the sound vibrating from his chest into your back. “Couple of missions next week, nothing too intense. After that, I’ll have some time off.” His voice is sweet as his fingers play with the waistband of your leggings. “Girlfriend’s been talking about taking a weekend trip to some cabin up north. She thinks it’ll be romantic.”

“That sounds nice.” You manage, mouth dry as you shift in his tight embrace, the anxious energy making you squirm against him immediately snuffed out when you feel his hard length poking against your ass. 

“Mm, yeah. She’s been really excited about it.” His hand slips inside your pants, warm palm pressing over your underwear first, then sliding beneath the fabric. You bite your lip and grip the edge of the counter. “She seems good for you.”

Caleb hums, circling your clit in lazy strokes. “She is sweet.” His voice stays perfectly casual, as his fingers play with your pussy, and when they dip down to gather the unbidden wetness weeping from your hole, you jerk, thighs pressing together instinctively.

“Easy.” He chuckles, nudging your legs apart with his knee. “Clumsy jiejie.”

“Caleb, honey… time’s running out.” You say, voice strained as you clutch the counter tighter. “You gotta go pick up your girlfriend.”

“Hmm… in a bit. She texted earlier saying she might be a little late. ” He grunts, pressing a kiss just below your ear. “We got time.”

Still, he withdraws his hand anyway and you let out a sigh of relief. But it’s short-lived, quickly replaced by dread as hooks his fingers into your pants and underwear, shoving them down just past your hips. You hear the sound of him spitting into his hand before he presses it between your asscheeks, rubbing the spit around your entrance for a second then sinking two thick fingers into your pussy. The sudden stretch stings, but you’re no stranger to the pain. Your little brother has put you through worse. 

“She wants me to meet her family properly soon, you know.” He continues, his voice growing huskier as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, scissoring them to force you open. “Thinks we’re getting serious.”

Dread bubbles in your chest and your pussy tightens around his fingers as you hear the sound of a zipper being undone.  Then you feel the hot press of his cock against your ass, the tip smearing precum as he rubs it over your skin.

“Yeah?” You whisper, barely able to focus on the conversation. “That’s good, didi. I’m happy for you two.”

“Are you now?” Caleb scoffs, withdrawing his fingers from you and your heart rate spikes up. You know what comes next. 

“The food is almost ready.” You speak up quickly, “You should go pick her up now or you’ll be late and the food will get cold.”

“Don’t worry, traffic’s light this time of evening.” He brushes you off, lining his cock up with your pussy from behind. Before you could protest again, he pushes inside you in one harsh thrust.

Your eyes squeeze shut, a broken whimper slipping past your lips as he forces you open on his cock. He’s always been big, and no matter how many times he does this to you, your body never quite gets used to the stretch. You feel every inch, every vein, as he sinks deep until his hips are flush against your ass, buried inside you to the hilt.

“I won’t let your effort go to waste, jiejie.” He promises, voice already a little shaky. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as he starts moving in deep thrusts that drag against every sensitive spot inside you. Your pants and underwear are still bunched around your thighs, trapping your legs and making you feel even more exposed and helpless.

Caleb leans back slightly, one hand leaving your hip before you hear the soft click of his phone unlocking, followed by the unmistakable sound of the camera shutter.

It's not the first time he's done this. His phone is filled with hundreds of pictures of you going back years. 

“Just a little keepsake.” He whispers cheekily, “For when I’m missing my favorite girl.”

You don’t say anything as he puts his phone away and leans over your again, chest pressing flush to your back, caging you against the counter. It’s always better to let him do whatever he wants. Makes it go quicker. 

“Fuck… you feel so good.” He groans, the words slipping out between thrusts. His breath comes out hotter now as his pace picks up, rocking you forward with every snap of his hips. “So tight for me… even when you’re pretending you don’t want it.”

You bite down hard on your lip to keep your mouth shut. Just let him say what he wants. Don’t contradict him. Be nice and quiet and this will be over soon. You repeat those words in your head like a mantra. They’ve gotten you through so much worse. 

But Caleb isn’t satisfied with your quiet surrender today. One of his hands slides up under your tank top to squeeze your breasts roughly, while the other slips between your legs, playing with your little clit the way he has mastered over the years. 

“Right now, she’s probably back home trying to pick out a nice dress to impress her boyfriend’s big sister, all while you’ve got me balls deep in your tight pussy.” He pants, mouthing at your neck in wet, stinging kisses. You’ll have to wear a high collar tonight. It’s okay. You’ve got a collection of them thanks to your didi who is fucking you more roughly now, his pace turning punishing at your continued silence. “You like that, don’t you? Like proving who I really belong to.”

You shake your head despite yourself, and immediately regret it. You know better than this. 

Caleb’s hand fists in your hair and yanks your head back. “Don't lie to me. Look at what you're wearing. You wanted it.”

You let out a helpless mewl. You know you should've changed. You're such an idiot. 

You bite down on your tongue, tasting blood as you hold back from shaking your head again. He scoffs, driving into you harshly, making your knees buckle as the strength goes out of your body. He catches you easily, arm wrapping around your waist to hold you up as he drives into you faster, and angles his hips to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes. 

“Still won't admit it? You like to pretend I'm taking you against your will? Is that what turns you on, sister? I can feel how wet you are around me, dripping down my balls.” He mocks and you wish he would just cum already. Why is he being so cruel today? “But it hurts my ego, jiejie. Hmm… maybe I should cancel that weekend trip and spend it with you instead. We won’t go anywhere, just stay here and I can fuck you on every surface of this damn apartment until you admit it. How does that sound, jie?” 

You panic. “No, Caleb. We had a deal, remember, baby?”

“I remember. Do you?” He asks gruffly, hips still snapping into you. “You were supposed to let me visit once a week, but you kept cancelling. Wouldn’t even answer my calls or texts. I almost called the whole thing off.”

So this is what it’s about.

“No, no, I’m sorry.” You whimper. “I was just busy—”

You weren’t. You had hoped that now that he got a longterm girlfriend that you can finally start to wean him off his sick fixation on you. Clearly, it was too soon. 

“Liar.” He whines, suddenly sounding like your precious little brother that you’d do anything for. Anything. Even let him cross a line that should never be crossed between siblings. “You were being a bad jiejie. Trying to get out of your duties to your little brother.” 

“I’m sorry, baby. Sorry for being bad. I won't neglect you again, I promise.” You choke out, your pussy burning from the rough way he’s treating you. Luckily, you know how to push him over the edge and end it. “I missed you, baby… I missed your cock inside me. Please, won’t you cum inside jiejie and fill her up?”

His hips stutter.

“Yeah?” He groans, leaning over you, breath hot against your ear. “You want it, jie?”

“Yes, baby.” You moan, giving him exactly what he craves. “I want to take care of you. Let go for your big sister.”

“Okay, jiejie.” He whimpers, “Whatever you want. Gonna give it all to you.” 

Caleb’s thrusts grow erratic, his hips snapping against your ass desperately, until finally he buries himself deep one last time, his grip on your waist tightening painfully as a loud groan tears from his throat

“Fuck, take it. Take every drop.” He rasps against your ear.

You feet the hot, thick pulse of his cock as he comes inside you, rope after rope of warm cum flooding your pussy. Your walls flutter around him helplessly, your own orgasm hovering just out of reach, leaving you trembling and needy, but you’re not going to ask him for release.

“Fuck, I love you, jie.” He moans, turning your head to the side and slotting his lips against yours, his tongue pushing past your lips. You let him kiss you, drooling into your mouth as he grinds against your ass, his cock hardening again inside you. 

“Baby… baby, the dinner.” You plead desperately against his mouth and he grunts in dissatisfaction, biting down on your bottom lip punishingly. You flinch back with a hiss of pain, feeling a warm drop of blood trickling down your chin. His eyes fixate on it, pupils blown wide as he leans in and licks it away, groaning at the taste, his cock twitching inside your cum-filled pussy.

“Caleb.” You repeat, trying to sound firm but your voice comes out shaky. You know you can’t let him lose himself again. 

He huffs in frustration but finally pulls out. The wet, obscene sound of his cock leaving your soaked hole makes your cheeks burn with shame, as does the maddening emptiness it leaves inside you. You barely have a second to steady yourself before he yanks your underwear and leggings back up your thighs, tugging them into place haphazardly. The fabric presses tight against your dripping pussy, trapping his warm cum inside.

“Don’t shower, okay?” He tells you, voice still rough from his climax as he tucks himself back into his pants and zips up. “Keep it all inside you.”

You balk, eyes widening in horror. “I can’t sit across from your girlfriend like this!”

Caleb turns you around and pins you against the cabinet with his body, one hand reaching up to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. He has a serene smile on his face, but his beautiful sunset eyes are dark and stormy, and it makes your heart ache. Oh, how you’d give anything to bring sunshine back into his eyes. 

“You will.” He says, thumb tracing your swollen bottom lip. “Because you’re the one who wants this little show to continue.”

You open your mouth to speak, but he pushes his thumb between your lips, pressing down on your tongue to silence you.

“After we have dinner and I go to drop her off, you will wait for me in your bed. You can pretend to be asleep all you want, but that won't stop me. And if I come back and find you’d cleaned up…” His voice drops low, and you shiver. “I’ll send her the pictures of you stuffed full of my cock.”

Your stomach turns with dread, and you stand there paralysed as he pulls his thumb from your mouth and replaces it with his tongue, more gentle this time. When he pulls back, his voice is soft again.

“Be good for me tonight, okay? You’ve got a lot to make up to me, jie.” He brushes his wet thumb across your cheek, then flashes you a sweet smile when you nod obediently. 

“See you soon, jie.” He presses one last soft peck to your lips before he turns and walks away. The front door clicks shut behind him, leaving you standing alone in your kitchen, pants still slightly crooked, thighs pressed together, and your brother’s cum slowly seeping out of your aching pussy.

You peek into the oven and smile to yourself as the smell of mellow herbs takes over the kitchen. The scent is familiar, reminding you of home: the meal the kind you make when you want to feel close to someone again.

The past few months have been hard. Since four rifts cracked open through Hawkins, everything has felt off. Steve tries, he really does, but he's distant in a way people get when they don't know how to talk about grief without drowning in it. You don't blame him, but you miss your fiancé. 

You miss how things used to be between the two of you.

Your fingers wrapping around a lemon, you bring its bright yellow peel to meet the sharp ridges of a zester. The fine curls of peel stick to your skin, yet as you hear the front door opening and closing and rush to clean your hands in your apron, you don't worry about the way the fabric would smell like citrus for days to come.

"I'm in the kitchen," you call, barely managing to bite down the soft excitement in your voice. You have missed this: soft, domestic moments like these. There not to impress, but to mend.

As he steps into the kitchen, eyes twinkling as they meet yours, it's a touch of confusion that travels through you. 

A touch of uncertainty as your lips part and a knit forms between your brows.

"Smells heavenly," he murmurs as he closes his distance to you. His fingers fall to the small of your back to lead you closer to him, his other hand moving to cradle your cheek.

As the name passes your lips, your voice is barely louder than a whisper. "Henry."

Confused—though why would you be?

His voice is warm with amusement as he tilts his head. "Were you expecting someone else?"

Were you?

"No," you chuckle. "No, I just—" You glance at the clock above the fridge. "What time will he be—"

"What time will who be?"

"Steve," you manage, yet suddenly the name tastes foreign on your tongue. Wrong, like your mouth has forgotten how to form the sound.

"Steve?" Henry's thumb brushes against your cheek, soothing. "Sweetheart, that was before."

Before?

"Before I reminded you that you don't need to be lonely."

The word rings through you like a fracture untreated.

You had been lonely. 

The quiet of the house when Steve had been gone had been deafening. You had sat in front of a clock, counting down the hours, minutes, seconds until he'd be back, only for the void between the two of you to greet you in the place of your fiancé. 

Until he had filled it.

Subtle and slow, all while as certain as the rising sun, filling in the gaps of emptiness Steve had left behind.

As warm and comforting. 

As right, all of it leading to this moment: to you being home, with Henry. 

"Of course," a breath passes your lips and you shake your head with a chuckle. "I'm sorry, Henry, I don't know how I—"

His thumb moving to brush against your bottom lip silences you down. "Shh, darling. It's alright. You always mix timelines when you're tired."

"I do, don't I?" Your laugh is a breathless sound, and Henry smiles as if you had said something he had heard a thousand times before.

"It's alright," he repeats, his hand on your cheek leading you closer to him until his lips are brushing against yours.

So soft, so warm.

The kiss he guides you into so sweet. Thick with adoration and love, and the sense of belonging.

"There you are," he chuckles against your lips as you pull apart, his forehead moving to lean against yours. "My perfect wife."

"Yours," you beam, a laugh slipping from your lips as he steals a kiss and another from you. "You're distracting me, you know?"

"What could possibly be more important than this?" He chuckles. "Us."

"The food, for one," you tease. "I have to check on it, Henry."

"Then go," he murmurs, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I'll set the table."

Your smile comes easy to you as you yank open the oven door and wave your hand to dissolve the steam. 

The chicken is golden brown and your stomach rumbles as you pull the dish out, careful to not burn yourself. Rosemary needles cling to the skin of the chicken, glossy with butter, the scent thick in the air, comforting. 

The thought that passes through you is fleeting: the dish is cooked to perfection, and yet it couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes since you'd slid it in. 

A knit forms between your brows, and you turn to glance at the clock above the fridge. 

It reads the same as it had the last time you'd checked it. The time before then, and the time before then. 

"Don't do that."

You turn, your lips parted. "What?"

"Look for reasons to get upset." His voice is so soft, so gentle. His fingers land on your waist to trace mindless patterns on your skin through the fabric. "I built this. For us—remember?—so that you wouldn’t have to worry anymore."

Built. 

The word lands heavy.

"Our life, together," he hums. "It doesn’t matter how you ended up here. It doesn’t matter what your life looked like before this. What matters is that you’re here." His hand lands on your chin as he makes you look at him. "Where you belong. Safe."

His finger brushes over your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn't realize you had shedded.

"You do that sometimes," he hums. "When you’re close to remembering things you don’t need."

"Henry—"

He kisses you.

Not slow this time. Not indulgent. The kiss is firm, consuming, his hand sliding to the back of your neck as if to anchor you in place.

Your doubt dissolves into nothingness, your protests dying down on your lips as he seems to breathe life back into you.

When he pulls back, your thoughts feel smoothed. Like all their rough edges have been carefully sanded down, sharp rocks turned into pebbles by the waves.

"There," he murmurs, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. "That's better."

"Better," you echo him, breathless. 

His smile is satisfied as he tilts his head ever so slightly, something darker—not dangerous—waking up in his eyes. "What do you say—," he steals a kiss from your lips, "we forget about dinner for now?"

"Won't it cool down?"

"You know that it won't," he chuckles as his hand slips into yours, the warmth of his skin against yours grounding.

It is the hand of which every mole and scar you have learned. The hand that has caressed you so many times before. 

The hand that now leads you into your shared bedroom, laughs passing both of your lips as you stumble into the room. Your kiss is sloppy, your lips too eager to pause for a breath, and it is only to guide you onto the bed that Henry breaks the touch between the two of you.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmurs with a shake of his head. "I can't believe you're mine."

"You better believe it," you beam as his fingers unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. As he climbs on top of you, his hand caressing your cheek. 

And he sinks in. 

"Henry—" The breath that passes your lips is thick with lust, deep with love. "God."

"That's it, sweetheart," he breathes out against your lips. "Feel it all for me."

You do.

You feel the warm and soft caress of the sheets against your skin. The subtle bounce of the mattress as Henry slides out, only to ease back in.

You feel each inch of him filling you up, stretching you open in a way that feels nothing short of meant to be. As if you are made for each other: to find pleasure from the arms of one another.

No.

Purpose.

"There you go—"

"Henry—"

"You're perfect," he nuzzles your cheek with his nose, his voice so warm it sends shivers down your spine. "My perfect wife."

"Yours."

"Say that again."

"I'm yours, Henry," you breathe out as he picks up the pace. He's brushing against your cervix by each gentle thrust, the man drinking up every moan and breath slipping from your glossy lips. "I belong to you."

The words surface from somewhere deep down, passing your lips with such ease that makes you feel like you have spoken them a thousand fold.

And each time you have meant them.

Haven't you?

"Stay with me," he coos against your lips, his hand on your cheek guiding you to look at him. "Focus, darling. On this—," he slides out of you, just to bottom out: drawing a warm breath for a name from your lips. 

The sound rings wrong in your ears, and yet it's not until you see Henry's eyes darken that you understand.

It's not Henry's name you had spoken.

"He abandoned you," he murmurs, and despite the darkness in his eyes, his voice remains soft and warm as he continues easing in and out, the pleasure of each thrust rippling through you. "When you needed him the most, you became invisible to him. And the more you begged and the more you pleaded, the more distance he took, until Steve—" Henry's hand on your jaw guides you to look at him. "Left."

Your brows furrow. "Steve left?"

"Steve left you." His eyes remain soft. "There's nothing for you out there, darling. All that you have—," his lips brush against yours. "All that you are is right here, with me. I saved you."

"Henry—"

"This is where you belong," his voice takes a nearly hypnotic quality. "Safe. Protected. Loved and adored."

It is a touch of warmth that wakes up inside you from his words, and yet as you shake your head, it is tears that well in your eyes. "But he loved me."

"No, darling. But I do. I do. And unlike him—" he coos against your lips as he eases into you once more. "I will never leave you. I will never let anything come between us."

"Henry—"

"Not even you," he murmurs as he pulls out of you, just to flip you over on the bed. 

You bounce on the mattress, a gasp passing your lips as his body pins you against the soft sheets. And with that, he sinks in from behind.

"Henry—"

"That's it, sweetheart," he purrs. "That's better. You feel every inch now, don't you?"

You do.

God, you do: the thick weight of him is filling you up in a way that makes the words echo through your clouded mind once more.

This is meant to be.

As he thrusts in you, you feel your grasp around your worries loosening. Around the doubt.

The fear.

The confusion.

"Henry," the name slips from your lips once more, thick with arousal. You can already feel it: your pleasure coiling up at the pit of your tummy. Your fingers wrap around the sheets as you look for something to hold onto.

Anything to ground you, only for his words to send you spiraling.

"Tell me."

You don't even blink before the words have slipped from your lips. "I belong to you."

"That's right, darling," he murmurs into your ear, his lips so warm and soft as they brush against your earlobe. "Stay with me. Belong to me."

"I do," you moan out. "Henry, I do—"

"I know," he chuckles. "I know, sweetheart. So let go. I got you." 

His voice is so gentle, so warm.

"I got you."

So soft as it weaves its tendrils around your mind. 

"Show me that you're mine, and mine alone. Mine to have, mine to keep. My wife."

God, please—

"Cum for me."

Your pleasure shoots through you, hot and blinding, and with that, you're sent crying out his name again and again like it's the only word you know.

No, it is the only word you know.

The only word that matters.

His lips are so gentle as they press kisses along your jawline. His voice is so soothing as he hushes you. "I got you, darling. That's it—"

"Henry—"

"I'm right here," he murmurs. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm here."

He guides you into his arms, and you breathe with him until your body remembers the rhythm without effort.

Until your chest is rising and falling with breaths, gentle and calm.

"That's it," Henry murmurs, lips pressing a kiss on your forehead. "Just rest."

You try, just as the thoughts try to resurface. A name. The food. The clock, and yet each thought comes apart before it fully forms.

Henry’s thumb traces mindless patterns along your arm. "You don’t need to think anymore," he says softly. "I’ll do that part for you." 

"I know," you whisper, and he smiles against your skin.

In the kitchen, the clock still reads the same.

It always will. 

"I need a favor," Kate asks, and there is a part of John that knows that Kate does not ask for small favors.

"How big of a favor are we talkin' about here?"

""Keeping an Omega from dying” big.”

John is already putting the pieces together.

“And you are asking me on her behalf, because?” He feels he knows the answer, but wants confirmation of the situation at hand.

She’s not exactly asking him to fuck off to the other side of the world and risk life and limb, but she is asking that he fuck a heat-addled Omega who’s in no possible position to make decisions for herself.

“Her suppressants failed, and every single medical intervention they’ve attempted to bring down her heart rate and blood pressure has failed also. She has a 9 month old baby at home and she’s going to stroke out if we don’t figure something out.”

The natural solution might be the only one, then. It’s not often but it happens- and John’s not going to waste time asking stupid questions like where’s the Alpha who fathered her first baby? because he knows Kate well enough to know she would have thrown him in the room with her if that was an option.

“This is a fucking disaster waiting to happen- you know that, don’t you?”

John is sure that a heat-addled Omega on the verge of heat stroking is going to be more than receptive to him in the moment. But 72 hours from now, when the haze ends and the fog lifts?

“She signed an advanced directive after her baby was born,” Kate starts. “It was very detailed.” That clears up some of the grey area but this is still muddy waters.

On paper is an entirely different reality to waking up lucid on the knot of an Alpha you don’t know.

John has done some heinous things in his career. But jumping an Omega he’s never met?

He keeps his conscience clean by saying he is the one to take the gloves off when necessary. To get dirty when the world needs cleaning.

An Omega with an infant to care for is a far cry from a terrorist cell brutalizing civilians.

“Steve’s not gonna stop,” was the voicemail Nat left, following the fight at the airport. You knew what that meant. You were never going to sign the accords or fight in this no matter how much both sides asked but you weren’t going to stand idly by while they killed each other either.

You had followed Stark to the location, hanging back but even farther back when you saw some guy dressed like a giant cat.

When you finally intervened Bucky was on the ground visibly unconscious and his Vibranium arm across the room.  Your eyes quickly diverted to Steve and Stark battling it out. Stark was on the ground with the Iron Man helmet smashed off his head you knew it was time to step in.

Just as Steve moved to slam the shield against the Arc Reactor you brought your hands on the sides of the shield standing above Stark’s head. It took all your superhuman strength to keep him there, a mere inch from the chest piece but your strength would not hold up to Steve’s.

“You can’t fight him Steve, please” you voice barely above a whisper. Steve’s eyes widened and you could feel his pressure against the shield falter a fraction. It was enough for you to shove the shield down on the ground.

“Even the golden boy’s girl knows what side to be on. Nice to see you finally picking a side and step out of the side lines,” you grimaced. You wanted to explain that was not what was going on at all but this was not the time.

“You don’t understand, he’s going to kill Bucky.” Steve looking at you desperately as you both remained above Stark.

“No it’s you who doesn’t understand Cap, he killed my mom. He won’t walk out of here.” Stark responded quickly. There was so much pain and malice.

You shut your eyes tightly, just then you heard Bucky groan out in pain.

The sound plasma hand cannon readying was the only warning you heard and before you could intervene Steve had the shield back in his hands deep in Stark’s chest piece. The hum of the suit dying was chilling enough to bring tears to the corner of your eyes.

Steve breathed heavily and looked up at you as you loomed over them both. His eyes pleading you to understand or forgive him, you weren’t sure which. You did understand, it was Bucky how many nights did he stay up telling you stories about the two of them.

It didn’t matter how many times they brainwashed him, he was still Bucky. You couldn’t abandon Stark just like you couldn’t betray your love to Steve.

“Don’t make me choose,” you took in a ragged breath trying hard not to break down. He closed his eyes for a moment then stood up, pulling the shield out of the Iron Man suit as he did.

He moved over to Bucky, helping lift him up to his feet and began to walk away.

“That shield doesn’t belong to you.” Stark called out as he tried to get up right.

“Tony,” you scolded him. That was Steve’s more than it was anyone’s but he ignored you and continued.

“You don’t deserve it, my father made that shield.” Steve looked at you and then down at the shield. Without a response Steve dropped the shield and continued to walk off with Bucky leaning on him.

It hurt seeing the bruises forming on the sides of his face. You were forever grateful to Stark but could you really just let Steve leave without talking? Turning to Stark you helped him get to his feet within the dying suit.

“Who do I need to call?” you asked, making it clear you weren’t going to help him get back home.

“If you go with them you’ll be a wanted woman.” He warned.

“I already am, remember I didn’t sign.” He grunted. “Oh yeah, you and your ‘I won’t sign and I won’t fight’ bullshit. See what happens? Capsicle can’t think right without you.”

“Tony, who do I call, Rhodes?” He looked away and tried to stand on his own but the weight of the suit was off balance from all the damage and he faltered. You quickly helped him stay upright and then guided to a wall he could lean against.

“Does anyone know you are here?” He bitterly chuckled and that was enough to tell you clearly no. What a mess this had turned into.

Shaking your head in disbelief and pain at how it had all turned out you pulled your phone out and speed dialed.

“Nat? Yeah… No things did not go well at all… they’re all 3 alive,” You looked at Tony and frowned at his bleeding face. “…not without damage though.”

“Follow the gps on the phone, come get Tony and keep it discrete.” Nat disconnected after your instructions and you handed to phone off to Tony. He looked down at your hand then back up, dazed.

“I’m not staying here, and I’m not keeping that on me. You know you mean so much to me and saving me from…you know.” A deep sigh escaped your lips and he glared at you. You sat the phone down on the ground.

“You are going to go after him?“ He called out your name when you turned your back to him, "After what you just saw him do to me, to us, and protect that Hydra Murderer! He killed my parents! My Mom!” Stark’s voice rose with each word as you ran off.

By the time you caught up they were already at the Quinjet and the cat guy was talking to them both outside the jet.

Bucky was the first to notice you, the other two looking your way to see what he was looking at. Steve sucked in his breath through his teeth with wide eyes. He did not expect to see you again, honestly that stung.

The man in the Cat suit had I his mask off, it was T’Challa. You cocked your head to the side, this situation was all sorts of fucked up. Maybe one day you’d get all the details but now you had to talk to Steve.

Bucky lifted his arm out from around Steve’s shoulder and T’Challa helped him get inside the jet as Steve walked towards you pulling off his helmet. You speed walked towards him, slamming your body into him not caring about the painful grunt he made, he was a super solider he could take it.

His arms wrapped tightly around you, almost bone crushing as you wrapped his arm around his neck and pulled him down to kiss you. It was rough and full of the need you two always felt for each other. It was a few minutes before you both pulled away from such a tight embrace.

“I won’t ask you to come with me,” he spoke softly against your lips. You almost wish he would but you knew he would never ask more of you than you could give. He kissed you again but it was softer this time. You pulled away.

“Is that how you kissed that Sharon girl?” his cheeks flushed and muttered “Sam,” under his breath. You smirked.

“I intended to tell you before Sam… It was to get the suits, she was doing a favor and there was a sense of duty to-”

“To kiss a girl who you had been leading on? Oh okay.” you teased him as he fumbled to explain. You weren’t the jealous one out of the two of you.

“Stop playing with me. I have to get Buck somewhere safe.” He stressed and you nodded in agreement.

“You have Bucky, get him the help he needs.” You kissed him again but he frowned.

“I want you too.” he pulled you away from his embrace, his hands resting on your shoulders looking you in the eyes. His swirling blue eyes held so much pain, desire, guilt, anger…there was too much as always.

“Then ask Rogers. You just gotta ask.” The hum and heat of the Quinjet starting up pulled you out of each other’s gaze. “Times up,” you smiled at him as you removed his arms from your shoulders.

“I’ll find you,” the confidence and unsaid meaning in those words sent a chill down your spine.

“I’m counting on it old man.” You watched him walk into the Quinjet, turning around to look at you his mouth opening as if he would ask. You knew better, he was always too late. You started walking away to make your own escape from the chaos that had ensued.

8 months later

You stood in front of what had to be at least 1980’s A/C window unit. You hated the heat. You let out a groan as noise rose from outside the bustling city street of Agadir, Morocco.

The motel wasn’t the worst you had been in so far while on the run. Mercenary work was giving you extra cash to move up from D Grade motels to C Grade. It was certainly easier than your earlier years.

Shaking you heard trying to cool down you knew you just needed to get out of the room, maybe the beach?

Your eyes narrowed while looking at the people on the street then nodded your head agreeing with that idea.

You looked around pretty sure you found the least crowded part of the beach. Walking towards the shore a gentle breeze blew your hair and long thin robe you wore over your bikini. You used to care about showing this much skin, the scars and all imperfections would have made you self-conscious but that was before Steve. Before he instilled in you the confidence and encouraged your self-discovery.

Setting your bag down as you neared the shore you sighed; you missed Steve, desperately at night. Giving him space with Bucky was more important to you than having Steve between your legs every night.  

You were pretty sure he was in Wakanda but getting there was proving a task given it was only you. Stark spoiled you with all his means and connections over the years. You looked out, the light blue of the ocean reminded you of his eyes, those eyes that would burn with desire and need for only you.  

Cool ocean water brushes back and forth on your feet took you out of your thoughts. That’s what you needed, this was better than that ancient A/C. You began to walk further in pulling the bottom of the robe up however yelling started behind you.

There was panic and pointing to a young gentleman running with a floral bag in his hand, as he came across your bag he grabbed it. “SHIT!” you were too trusting or as Steve would say “Head in the clouds”. Without thinking you launched after the guy not caring about your lack of shoes or clothing.

The man looked behind him and his eyes widened, you were gaining on him and fast. He ran into the street dodging cars, you followed ignoring the gravel and fiber glass your bare feet picked up along the way. When he saw you were still following he quickly turned down a side road leaving the main road facing the beach.

You kept at him and your feet kept picking up more but you pushed through, you needed your bag! You smiled when he ran down a small alley way, fool.

When you turned down you saw him get closed lined by a large arm falling to the ground and slamming his head against the pavement. You looked at the man who had helped you, he had a ball cap on with sun glasses and a short full face beard.

“Thank you,” you said slightly winded as you walked up to get your bag, starting to really feel the pain in your feet now that you’ve stopped running.

“Your feet,” the man muttered pointing behind you to the bloodied foot prints you left. The voice it was so familiar…

As you got closer you starred at his face intently and it clicked.

“Rogers?”

No sooner the words left your mouth he had you up against the alley wall holding your cheeks and kissing you with fierce abandonment. You pulled his hat and sunglasses off let them fall to the ground.

It caught you off guard, the force and wildness as your lips crashed and his tongue demand entrance to your mouth which you gladly allowed. As he was mapping your mouth his arms began to trail down gripping your ass roughly. On instinct you wrapped your legs around his waist, he gladly held you up.

You pulled away to catch your breath and the moment you took another breath he was on you once more, biting your lip pulling a soft gasp from your mouth. He groaned grinding his pelvis into you, both you feeling the dampness in your bikini bottoms.

You could feel him against you, hard and hot. Just as you started to feel dizzy from his demanding kisses he kissed his way down your neck, biting then gently caressing the bite mark with his tongue only to then suck on the same spot. His beard rubbing against your skin in just the right way, you couldn’t help but whimper and dig your nails into his deltoids.

He called out your name, voice deep and gravelly against your neck.

“Please,” you gasped out, not sure what you were pleading for, more or less? His touch was so rough, so much more forceful than any time before. His hands were continuously kneading your ass and helping roll your hips into him with great force.

You felt his breath against your neck, it started shallow but you could feel it begin to slow, his hands just holding you.

Finally he pulled his head out from your neck and looked you in the eyes. There was an unsettling darkness in his look, something unfamiliar to you.

He opened his mouth to say something but a groan from the man he knocked out stopped him. You both looked toward him, his eyes remaining closed but head moving a little. Steve let you down to your feet. Once on them you gasped at the forgotten pain from glass and gravel in your feet.

Steve glared at you, “How could you chase after someone without shoes on and in only a bikini?” sounding like a parent scolded a child.

“My shoes and clothes were in the bag. Might I add I have a robe on!” you matching him with tone of a petulant child.

He rolled his eyes “See through robe,” he picked up the side of you robe to make his point, “What do you think was going through those men’s minds as they saw you chase after this thief?”

“Look at that girl run?” You tried to joke but it was met with a seething glare.

“They were looking at what’s MINE and ogling it.” You could feel the bass in his voice, it scared and excited you. What was going on with Steve?

Before you could vocalize your thoughts he put his sunglasses and ball cap back on, then grabbed both bags the thief had and held them out to you. You took both and squeaked when he lifted you up with one arm under the bend of your knees and the other under your upper back. You placed both bags in your lap and wrapped an arm around his neck.

He began to walk further in the alley way shadows before you spoke up “These aren’t both mine!”

“You’ll have to get the other one to its rightful owner after you’ve put some actual clothes on and I’ve treated your feet.” You nodded silently, his tone still rough.

He took you back to your motel room, how he knew it was yours was bothering you. What was even more bothersome was his silence as he sat you at the edge of the bathtub, robe tossed on the floor and he began to run water while sitting on the toilet seat adjacent.

“Steve…” you broke the silence.

“How long have you been following me?” He cleared his throat and focused on cleaning out your feet.

“How long have you been trying to…” you winced as glass was being pulled from your feet “…find me?”

He pulled the last of the glass from your left foot and looked at you directly.

“You made it hard to find you, never staying in one spot for long,” he went to work on your right foot avoiding your gaze. “I was impressed; you never lost your edge for hiding huh?”

The implications related to your past were not lost on you. A past you worked hard to keep from most, but not him.

“I’m not as good as Nat but I certainly can stay hidden until I want to be found.” Silence encased the bathroom as he worked on your foot and you worked hard to ignore the feeling.

“8 months.” He spoke so softly you almost missed it. He had finished cleaning your feet and started wrapping them in gauze.

“Hm? 8 months?” He didn’t respond until he finished bandaging your feet and pulling them in to his lap.

He stared down at your feet, caressing your ankles. “We got to Wakanda,” you were right, “and Bucky wanted to go back under while they worked out how to reverse the effects of Hydra’s brainwashing.”

He raised his head to face you. “I started looking for you the moment he went under. I regretted not asking you to come with me.” He leaned forward placing his hand against you cheek, you immediately nuzzled into his hand keeping eye contact.

“When Nat heard about mercenary for hire making way along the coast of Morocco I had a suspicion it was you. I found you here a week ago, checking into this motel.”

“Why did you wait so long to talk to me?”

“Things have changed, I have changed. I’m not Captain America.” You slid into his lap, his hand gripping our thighs as you steadied yourself.

“You never were Captain America to me…” You push his hair falling onto his forehead to the side. It’s so disheveled; it was weird seeing him without it in perfect condition but you liked this more.

“We’re meant to grow Steve, it’s okay if you changed.” You kept gently caressing his face.

“I almost fucked you in that alley way. I would have too had that thief not started to wake up.”

You gasped at his words as he moved his hands to your hips sliding you closer to him in his lap, pushing you pelvis against his.

“In fact I think I would have liked him to have woken up, seen my cock buried deep in your tight pussy.” you whimpered as you grinded on him, his words scaring you as they were not him but excited you none less.

“Know this body belongs to me,” his hands smacked both your ass cheeks and pushed you flush to his hot confined throbbing cock. You gave a startled yelp that turned into a moan.

“That YOU belong to me,” he stood up, your legs wrapping around his waist again.

“You belong with me, by my side, forever,” the last part he spoke with hope, as if he wanted you to agree.

“Just ask,” you implored as he laid you on the bed, your knees bent and legs spread to make room for his giant body.

His eyes narrowed at you.

“I’m way past asking permission,” he growled and ripped your bikini top off, you moaned as you felt the fabric tighten then snap against his strength.

“Steve,” you tried to get him to talk to you more but he ignored you in favor of pulling his own shirt off then attacking your neck as he was in the alley.

This time instead he was roughing sucking on your neck while his hands roughing massaged your breasts.

You responded by wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling his hips down to grind against you. His rough attention was driving you insane.

To be without him for so long and come back with this force, this possessiveness nearly made you cum.

He continued to suck on your neck working to leave a mark, a reminder of what he told you. One of his hands moved inside your bikini bottoms.

Slowly rubbing a few circles around your clit you gasped and dug your nails into his shoulders, the sensation was too much. Just then he plunged two of his fingers inside you and curled up, continuing to rub random patterns against you clit with his thumb.

You lifted your upper body up, mewling at the sensation.

“Look at how responsive your body is to me, your pussy aching for me.” he growled into your ear, stopping his ministrations on your neck.

“Tell me, have you been taking care of yourself while I’ve been gone?” He lifted his head up looking you in the eyes a darkness there that was daring you to lie.

Your cheeks were already flush with arousal but you could feel them warm even more with embarrassment. “Ye-yes.” you got out meekly.

He chuckled, it was a dark chuckle, something you’ve never heard from him before.

“Did you think of me nightly doll face?” he continued thrusting his fingers into you at an increasing pace. You cried out gripping his forearm, it was almost too much.

“Oh no no,” he growled and increased his pace, curling his fingers ever so slightly reaching for your special spot. “You’re so tight around my fingers,”

“I missed feeling you wrapped around my cock.” He began to unzip his pants while speeding up his rubbing of your clit and adding a third finger inside your dripping pussy.

“Yes, you know what I want,” your finger nails dug into his arm. “You’re going to give this to me.”

Your eyes widened as you felt the pressure build up inside you. It was too much, this was nothing compared to what you could do for yourself. It was almost better than how it used to be between you two.

“Steve,” you gasped out the pressure building up at a scary pace.

“Yes doll face? What do you need?” A smirk played at his lips.

“Please-” but you couldn’t finish as you felt the dam release. It was over powering as your eyes rolled into the back of your head your hands going limp against his arm.

You could feel the wetness seep out of you.

“Fuck, you’re always so good for me.” you barely heard Steve’s words as the blood was rushing loudly through you, your body not able to come down as he continued to rub your clit but remove his fingers from inside you.

“Too much!” You gasped out, your hands trying to pry his hand off you. Your legs start to flail.

“No!” He ordered and you stilled. He pulled his cock from his pants, it was red and you could almost make out the throbbing veins from above.

You knew after 8 months without him it was going to be a bit of an adjustment given how long and thick he was.

“8 months you made me search for you,” you felt the head of his cock pressing against your opening. His words full of frustration and indicating he had been thinking about the time between as well.

Before you could express your concerns he plunged in. When you both felt him bottom out a mixture of moans and gasps were released between the two of you.

His fingers stopped rubbing you clit letting both of you revel in the feeling of finally being together again. He shifted his hips and you moaned out his name.

“That’s it, you know who you belong to.” he pulled himself out until just the tip was inside you.

You wrapped your legs back around his waist trying to pull him in. He made a sound of disapproval and pulled both your legs from around his waist and in front of him bending you in half.

“This is how I’ve wanted you,” his voice was graveled again, you saw the darkness in his eyes as he starred down at you. His body completely covering you.

“Helpless beneath me, all mine, and not pushing me to ask for it, but letting me take it.” He plunged back in at that, you cried out at the force of his thrust.

“Not too loud doll face, you don’t want to cause any concern have someone see you like this,” he smirked again, “or do you want someone to see you like this.”

You whimpered at the thought, finding it scary and turning you on even more at the same time.

He started a punishing pace, staring right into your eyes, as you held your legs together to the side of your face. His look was relief mixed with anger and that raw desire you were used to from him. You were trying to hold back your cries. He placed his hands on the back of your lower thighs, using it as leverage to continue his pace.

“Please,” You whimpered out, “Steve.”

He looked down at you raising an eyebrow.

“Come on,” he spoke your name tauntingly, “All you have to do is ask right?”

You groaned out, using your words against you. With every moment you were seeing a different side of Steve. You weren’t sure yet if it was good or bad but it certainly lead to a lot of pleasure.

“Cum, I want to-” you gasped out as he started rubbing you clit.

“Do it, cum on my cock,” his force was wearing down the bed frame, it began to creak and shake with each thrust.

You closed you eyes the intensity too much for you to even look at him, this was four times as intense as the last one. You tried to grasp anything you could to ground yourself.

You opened your eyes as he grabbed one of your hands, pulling to his face he kissed the back of your hand. Never breaking eye contact as he continued to thrust and rub your clit through your orgasm.

“Be good for me now, I want to feel you cum on my cock again,” Your eyes widened as you tried to shake your head no but it was too late.

“Remember I’m not asking,” he warned.

Another orgasm crashed over you unexpectedly from all the over stimulation.  Suddenly his pace picked up with urgency.

“I’m gonna cum in you doll,” you shook your head no. You knew it wasn’t safe.

“Steve, wait I’m-” he kept his pace up.

“I know, and I don’t care,” you felt yourself edging towards another orgasm at his words. What was wrong with you?!

“I’m going to fill you up with my seed,” he groaned at the image in his mind. “Your stomach round with OUR child. That’s what I want.”

You came again, it was too much, HE was too much, you felt your vision swirling.

“No, stay with me.” He quickly pulled your legs back around his waist. His hips movement becoming erratic and desperate.

He groan out your name as he came inside of you just as he said he would. His hips jerked as he continued to cum in you.

When he was spent, he didn’t pull out. Still hard he remained inside you.

“Steve, I can’t-”

“Sssh, I know I know.” He rolled over pulling you with him, staying inside of you.

A soft whimper escaped your lips as you sat up, feeling him shift inside you. He groaned and griped your hips.  

He bent his knees behind you and you leaned back on them. He thrust upwards once, watching your breasts bounce with the movement brought a smile to his face.

You giggled softly at his actions. The sensations making you giddy from all the endorphins running through you.

He felt like a drug induced dream almost. You frowned slightly, what if he wasn’t real?

You bent down towards him and kissed him hard, running your fingers through his hair.

“Please don’t disappear on me,” you pleaded against his mouth.

He looked at you in shock.

“What are you talking about?“he sat up pushing you up with him.

"What if they find you? Or Bucky again? You’ll go off and I don’t want to come between you two but-”

He kissed you gently, his hand caressing your cheek.

“You are mine and I am yours.” he flexed his hips proving his point and causing you to let out a moan.

“Prove that I’m yours,” he goaded you as he laid back.

You smiled at him as you placed you hands on his chest, and started to move your hips back and forth. The groans he emitted empowered you to speed up your movements.

Even with your current speed it wasn’t enough for Steve. He started thrusting upwards, you gasped in shock, everything was still so tinder.

With his feet planted flat on the bed and knees bent he started thrusting up into with precision. One of his hands shot up to grip your neck gently and the other began rubbing your clit.

You started to squirm and moan on top of him. It overwhelmed you but you didn’t want it to stop.

He tightened his grip around your neck, you went almost limp letting your weight fall on it and he smiled.

“Someone likes to be choked?” His words were accusatory but his tone was pure desire.

You meekly nodded your head followed by a struggled moan as he quickened his pace on your clit.

“Please, please,” you hoarse out within his grip.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you that baby,” he started pounding into you from below.

“I can feel you tighten around me at the thought, I’ll give you my seed, but you have to be good.”

You immediately started cumming, pulsing around his cock as he continued his brutal pace.

“You really want it don’t you?” his hand left your clit to rub your lower abdomen.

“Do you feel me right there?” He pushed down and you flooded his lap cumming again. He groaned not expecting you to spasm around him again, he could take no more and with one final thrust he filled you again groaning out your name.

This time as the darkness began to swirl your vision it embraced you fully.

When you came to you first felt a warm damp feeling brushing over our inner thighs and groin. You slowly opened your eyes to see Steve still naked wiping you down with a warm wash cloth.

He looked up and smiled sheepishly when he saw you were awake.

“I may have treated you too roughly,” he admitted remorse clear in his voice.

“I’m sorry I lost control, after I kissed you the first time I could think of nothing but possessing you in every way possible.” He looked down as he continued to clean you.

“We can shower in a little bit once your energy is recouped.” He set the wash cloth on the bedside table and crawled up next to you and pulled you into his chest.

You curled up into him enjoying the rhythmic beat of his heart.

When you awoke again it was dark. Steve was walking about into the room, fully clothed and with food.

You smiled at him, sitting up in the bed causing the bed sheet that covered you to slip down. He hummed when he saw your chest.

You went to pull the sheet up but he spoke up “Don’t cover up, I love to see what is mine,” he growled.

“You better feed me before you start that up again.” He chuckled and sat the food down on the bed.

You two ate in silence, enjoying the food and each other’s company.

Once you were both finished it was time for a much needed shower. You wanted to shower together but that tiny bath tub proved to be ill accommodating to a super solider plus one.

You lay in the bed satisfied watching Steve put on his boxer briefs and get into bed with you.

“We’re heading to Wakanda tomorrow, any loose ends you need to tie up here before we go?”

You looked at him scandalously; did he just TELL you what you were doing?

“Steve, I have a few things may take a day or two-”

“Find a way to do it in one, our rendezvous is at 1900 hour tomorrow,” he looked at you with a stern gaze.

You went to voice your protest but before you could he shut it down.

“I’m not leaving you behind, I’m not asking either.” He laid back and pulled on top of his chest.

“I thought you were just comforting each other while you were lost in deepspace.” You don’t bother to keep the accusation out of your voice, “And that you wouldn’t touch her again.”

“It was.” He shrugs, his hands settling on your hips. “But now it’s something to tide me over until I see you.”

Again, he acts as if his unusual behavior means nothing, when it means everything. If another woman can fill his need for you, then what use are you? First it was because he didn’t think he’s gonna make it back to you. Now it's just something to tide him over. Soon it might be all the fill he needs, and you’ll be useless to him. 

Blind to the turmoil he had stirred up inside you, Caleb leans in to kiss you, his eyes hungry and eager as if all of this was little more than foreplay. 

You turn your face away from him, and his lips land on your cheek instead. 

“No.” You tell him, and he has the audacity to protest, voice pouty and demanding. “But I want you, jiejie.” 

“Why don’t you go fuck her instead?” You snap, finally losing control of your emotions. “Clearly any warm hole will do for you.” 

Caleb blinks, pausing for a moment, but his face shows no real shock. Instead, he smiles and pulls you flush against his body. “Are you jealous, jie?”

“Of course not.”

“Then why are you so upset?” He smirks, pressing his already hard cock against you. “Are you gonna punish me like last time?”

Does he think this is a fucking game? 

“Stop it!” You hiss, feeling exposed and ridiculed by the one person who was never supposed to make you feel this way. “I’m upset because you’re not taking any of this seriously. Everything I did for you was because I wanted what’s best for you—to find you a woman you could date and actually love, not just someone to have mindless sex with.”

The smirk drops from his face as he cocks his head to the side, studying you, seemingly seeking to expose you even more until you’re naked and humiliated. 

“You want me to date her?” He asks, the question like a knife you’d handed him yourself. 

“Not her.” You choke out. 

“Why not?”

“I don’t trust her.” 

“You don’t have to trust her, you just have to trust me.” He says, “Or is this all because you’re worried I may actually fall for her?” 

“You’re delusional.” You snap, pressing your lips tightly together. Caleb lets out a soft laugh before he bends down and presses a gentle kiss to their stubborn shape. 

“So you say.” He hums against your mouth before moving on to your cheek, peppering light kisses along it until his lips reach your ear. “You know you could make me yours anytime, jie. All you have to do is say the word and I am yours… just like I should have always been.”

“Don’t be stupid, Caleb.” You grit, shoving him back. “Take her out on a date.”

His own lips press tightly together as he smiles, his hand gripping your chin, his fingers digging into your cheeks. “Why don't you sweeten the deal for me, jie? After all, this is what you want, right?” 

Before you can answer, he bends down and kisses you, shoving his tongue past your puckered lips.

______________________

You hate his fucking girlfriend.

You thought things would fall apart once he actually started dating her, just like it did with all the others before her. But the two of them seemed to only grow closer with time as if… he actually liked her. 

It’s bizarre, and so unlike the brother that you’ve known your whole life. Everything that has to do with this girl and the circumstances around how the two of them got together is bizarre. Despite how much Caleb blames your apprehensiveness on jealousy, it is NOT the case. Something about her just rubs you the wrong way and it’s made all the worse when Caleb refuses to listen to your concerns. 

At first you were inclined to believe he was putting on this whole show just to mess with you. After all, he can clearly see how much you dislike her and he uses it to his full advantage. But it’s not just that. You’ve seen the way he is with her—their flirty, sometimes filthy, chats. The way he caters to her every want. How he prioritises her over everyone else. And you never even had to direct him to do any of it, unlike with all the girls before her. He happily does it all himself. And you would have been so happy to see him like that too… just not with her. 

You had made him recount how they first got together again and again, even though each retelling felt like a knife straight to your heart.

They had first met at the academy. They were aware of each other but barely spoke before that cursed mission. He didn’t like her at first either, said she was cocky and pushy and he wasn’t interested. Until they were stuck together and were forced to cooperate because their lives depended on it. He had learned then that her abilities gave her the right to be so self-assured, that she pushed because she had fought her whole life for everything she had. And once he stopped fighting her, he discovered how well they worked together and that they shared a common goal.

“And what goal is that?” You had asked him, and he had smiled. “To prove ourselves to those that matter the most to us.” 

He tells you that the dangerous mission and the constant threat of death drew them closer and closer, and yet he never would have fallen into bed with her if he hadn’t seen how well she understood him.

Understood what? His sunshine exterior and the affable personality he shows everyone else? Or the gloominess and neediness that hungers below? You’re supposed to believe that this strange woman needed so little time to understand your little brother, your own flesh and blood, when you yourself still struggle to at times? What is it that she knows, that she was able to see, that allowed him to give himself away to someone so unlike you—you, the woman he had supposedly built his entire concept of love and lust around? 

You know you should be happy that this has happened, no matter how abrupt it was, no matter your irrational dislike towards her. What woman likes her little brother’s girlfriend anyway? It’s natural that you’d think no one is good enough for him. But from what you’ve heard and seen of her, she is strong, smart and beautiful—and nothing like you. 

You want to accept her presence in your brother’s life, but it is so large and overwhelming. She’s everywhere—every time you call him, in every picture you see, in every conversation you have. She has infected every aspect of your lives… even your fucking birthday isn’t safe from her reach.

“You’re late.”

You sigh as you step into the apartment to find an irritated Caleb waiting for you.

“My coworkers threw me a surprise birthday party at work. I couldn’t exactly rush off right away.” 

You would usually celebrate your birthday at a bar or restaurant with your friends and coworkers, but lately you’ve stopped doing that so as not to set Caleb off. When you told them you were skipping it for the second year in a row, they decided to take matters into their own hands and bring the party to you instead.

“Was he there?” Caleb asks tightly.

“You mean Xavier?” You roll your eyes. “Of course, he’s my coworker too.”

“Did he dance with you?”

Is he really still going to act jealous? That’s rich coming from the guy who looks like he’s undergone treatment by leeches every time he visits you. 

You snort. “It wasn't a dance kind of party.” 

“Did he get you a gift?”

“No.” And you should have left it at that, but you’re feeling petty. “He will treat me to a meal instead.” 

You can’t help but sneak a peek at Caleb’s face, feeling a small, vindictive sense of triumph when you see the anger in his expression.

“You said no, right?”

“I didn’t.” You try to brush past him, but he doesn’t let you. He grabs you by the arm and yanks you back.

“You’re not going out with him.” His tone is threatening, but it only feeds your bitter satisfaction. “Is your girlfriend so boring that you still have time to obsess over who I eat with?”

“I always will, girlfriend or not.” He answers readily, not missing a beat, “Why? Are you acting this way to try and get back at me?” 

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You bristle, “Why do you get to date and I don’t?” 

“Because you’re the one who wanted this.” He grabs your face in his hand, so tenuously gentle. “You wanted me to be with someone else. I never did.”

You wanted him to love and let you love—not date someone you don’t approve of while cockblocking you.

You push his hand away tiredly. “It’s my birthday, Caleb. Are you here just to ruin it for me?”

His face falls at that, hurt twisting his handsome features into a devastatingly pitiful expression. “Of course not. I want all your birthdays to be happy. I want your every day to be better than the one before.”

Then why are you doing this to me? 

“Well, You’re not doing a very good job of it.” You scoff, but when you see the way his head hangs heavy, a pang of guilt twists in your chest.

How did we end up like this, baby brother? 

You raise your hand, reflexively reaching out to try and soothe him, but you stop in mid-air as he pulls something out of his pocket. “Here. Maybe this will cheer you up.” 

You stare at the small, beautifully wrapped box in his hand apprehensively, your hand dropping back to your side. 

“Come one, you’ll like it.” He coaxes, pressing the box into your limp hand as peers down at you with wet, puppy eyes. 

You sigh and take it from him, feeling his expectant gaze on you as you carefully open the box.

You pause when you see what’s inside. “What is this?”

“It’s us.” He smiles brightly as you stare down at the bingdi lotus necklace nestled in the box. “Two flowers from the same stem. Forever together, you and I.”

Are we?

“It looks expensive.”

His smile slips a little. “Nothing is too expensive for my jiejie.”

“How did you afford this?” You ignore his sweet words, “Is this more of her charity for the poor orphan boy?”

“I'm not an orphan.” He frowns, and even you wince at your disproportionate vitriol. Then he adds, equally as venomously, “Aren't you my mommy?”

“Don't call me that.” You hiss, throwing the gift back at him. “I don’t want her charity.” 

“It's not charity.” He grits, catching the necklace with his Evol as it falls out of the box you had thrown at him. “It’s my own money from my new part-time job.”

“Oh yes.” You laugh sarcastically. “The job she got for you.”

“She didn’t get it for me.” Caleb insists, fists clenching. “They wouldn’t have hired me if I wasn’t good.”

“Sure.” You roll your eyes and try to move away, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back.

“Are you saying I’m not good enough for it, jie?”

You back down immediately. “Of course you are! You’re the best pilot I’ve ever seen.” And he is. You could never deny it, no matter how angry you are at him. “But I don’t trust handouts.”

“It’s not a handout.” His fingers dig into your wrist as his frustration gets the best of him. “And it’s not the job you don’t trust. You don’t trust her.”

“And what if I don’t?” You snap. “Why is she doing all of this for you?” Why are you doing all this for her? 

“She likes me, jie.” He says, as if it’s the simplest explanation in the world. “People do things for the people they like. Do you not think I deserve it?”

“You do! You deserve way more than this. But it shouldn’t depend on the whims of some random woman.”

“She’s my girlfriend.”

You flinch back as if he’s smacked you across the face, but he doesn’t let you pull away. His arm wraps around your waist like an iron band, trapping you against him.

“Does that bother you, mommy?” He murmurs provocatively, nuzzling his nose against yours. “That another woman is taking care of me instead of you?”

Your free hand flies to his neck, and you press down harshly, feeling so trapped and enraged and vengeful. “If she takes care of you so well, then why are you here?”

His free hand rises, but instead of removing your grip, he presses your palm down even harder against his throat. “Because I’m yours, and you’re mine.” He says with pitch-black hunger in his eyes. “Just say it, jie. It’s not too late.”

How could she possibly take care of him when he's like this? Can she control his dark urges? Can she keep him in check? Can she give him what he’s been craving for years?

You stand there, his breathing growing shallower and shallower as the two of you stare each other down. You wonder numbly, at which point—if ever—he would stop you. He’s yours, right? Yours to raise. Yours to love. Yours to kill.

You jump back suddenly, flooded with guilt and self-loathing. Yet Caleb only smiles at you like you’ve just given him the sweetest kiss.

“Watch out for yourself.” You tell him, voice unsteady. “I don’t want her to hurt you.” 

“Even if she does, I’ll be okay.” Caleb reassures you as he steps towards you again, following you like a moth to flame. He gently fastens the bingdi necklace around your neck before tracing the skin there so tenderly. “No one will ever hurt me more than you do, jiejie.”

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You wait for the inevitable—for him to break up with her, for her to show her true colours, for him to wake up one day, look at her, and suddenly find that whatever spell she has over him has finally shattered.

But it never happens. 

Instead, they grow closer and closer. What started as a product of fear and despair, grew into something tenacious and stubborn, like a weed that won’t die no matter how many times you try to pluck it. 

It drives you crazy. The more you oppose their relationship, the stronger it seems to grow, as if they were doing it just to spite you. Oh how petty the universe is, to give you what you had been praying for for years in the form of a woman you can’t stand. And as Caleb’s graduation from the DAA looms over the horizon, that same girl is starting to look like the only real chance you have at mending this messed up relationship you have with your little brother. 

You twiddle anxiously with the bingdi lotus charm on your necklace. You suppose it’s only naturl that the two of you find this whole ordeal so unpleasant. After all, separating conjoined twins is never easy. You just hope it won’t be fatal.

So you swallow your pride and your unease, and invite her for dinner. Maybe if you actually met her—really met her—and tried to open your mind, if not your heart, to her, you could start to like her the way Caleb seems to.

The mere thought of it brings bile to the back of your throat.

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You’re in the kitchen when they arrive, Caleb letting them in with his access to the house.

“Jiejie, we’re here!” He calls out.

“Be out in a sec!” You shout back.

You’re still washing the last of the dishes from your preparations when Caleb helps himself into the kitchen without waiting. His arms snake around your waist from behind, pulling you against his chest. His chin drops onto your shoulder, nose brushing your neck as he inhales deeply.

“Missed you.” He sighs as if he’s gotten his first breath of fresh air in a week. 

“Caleb.” You hiss under your breath, trying to pry his arms off. “Not now. She’s right here.”

But he doesn’t let go. If anything, he holds you tighter, whining softly into your hair, “Can’t help it. Missed you so much.”

You manage to twist around and shove him off with both hands on his chest. “Stop it.”

You shoot a glance toward the doorway and almost jump out of your skin when you see Jenny standing there, watching the two of you.

“He’s such a menace, isn’t he?” You laugh awkwardly, and give Caleb’s arm a punch, trying to play off what she might have witnessed. “Always trying to annoy his jiejie.”

She smiles as if she fully believes it and sets down the dessert box they brought. “How sweet. It must be fun having a younger brother.”

Yes. Fun.

She offers to help set the table and you accept gratefully, sending Caleb off to dish out the food so you can have a moment to calm your racing heart.

It’s okay. She bought it. This doesn’t have to be a repeat of that one time everything went to hell. You just have to keep him at a distance.

Luckily you had decided to cook for them instead of going out for dinner for exactly this reason. Hopefully it will be easier to contain whatever Caleb does in the controlled environment of your home. At the very least, it won’t be a public spectacle. 

As you join them in the dining area to sit down to eat, you find yourself throwing glances at Jenny, wondering what she thinks of what she saw, but she gives no indication that she witnessed anything out of the ordinary. Actually the both of them act like nothing is amiss. So you force your heart to settle, resolving that she must have either not seen anything or did not think much of it beyond innocent sibling affection. 

The conversation is off to a slow start. Jenny politely compliments the food, and you brush it off with a gracious smile.

“I try.” You say. “I know it’s not as good as Caleb’s cooking, though. I’m the older sibling, but he’s always been better at it than me.”

“Yes, he's so good, isn't he?” She gushes, not bothering to deny it. “He cooks for us every meal.”

You almost choke on your food, having to cough harshly to clear your throat before you can muster a weak response, “You… you live together?”

“Yeah. ” She answers brightly, “It’s much nicer than that filthy dorm room he used to live in.”

You frown at her uppity tone, but if you were honest with yourself, you’d admit that’s not the only reason her answer pissed you off. 

“I didn’t think it was filthy when I stayed over with Gideon.” You mutter pointedly, casting a glance at Caleb who sets his glass of wine a little too hard on the table.  

“Yeah, it sucks that you don’t have an excuse to do that anymore.” He laughs tightly. “Maybe you should come visit us at our new place soon. See how much better I've got it.”

You grit your teeth. 

“Oh, is it a new place or did you just move into hers?” You reply with the same fake laugh before turning to Jenny. “I heard you’ve got a really nice apartment, so if he’s staying with you, I hope you’re making him pay rent and not letting my little brother mooch off you.”

“It is my place.” Jenny replies smoothly, “But Caleb is looking into getting a nice house on one of the islands. If he keeps doing so well at his job, he’ll be more than able to afford a gorgeous home.”

“That is, if he doesn’t die first.” You snap, triggered by the reminder of how reckless Caleb is being, and for what? Is he doing this so he can impress her with a fancy house? 

“I’ll be okay, jiejie. I promise.” Caleb reassures you softly, reaching under the table as if to squeeze your knee, but you shift your leg away.

Jenny gives you a wide smile. “Aw, it’s so sweet how much you worry about him. But don’t worry, he’s got me now. I won’t let anything bad happen to him.”

You throw a glare at Caleb who stares back at you as if expecting you to blow up. Clenching your fist around your wine glass, you jerk your head back and take a big gulp to hide the scowl on your face. 

This was a bad idea. You're right about her, you just know it. You wish you could throw her out of your home and never let her near your little brother again… never let anyone near him again without your permission. 

“What about you?” Jenny asks after an awkward silence. “Do you have another man occupying your time other than your clingy little brother?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you dating anyone?”

Caleb, who had been uncharacteristically quiet this whole time, immediately cuts in, “Definitely not.”

“Caleb, sweetie, shut up and let your sister answer.” She rolls her eyes at him, laughing lightly. 

You grit your teeth, pissed off at both of them, and maybe that's why you said what you said next. “I’m not seeing anyone right now but maybe I’ll start dating soon.”

Caleb’s head whips toward you so fast you’re surprised he didn't snap his neck. “Who? Is it Xavier? Are you talking about that meal he offered? I told you—”

“No.” You cut him off. “I’m just thinking about after you graduate. You know, since I don't have to worry about you anymore.”

He clenches his jaw, not bothering to hide the glare on his face. “Jie—”

You stand up abruptly, gathering the empty plates. “Are you all finished with your food? I’ll put these in the dishwasher.”

“Caleb can do it.” Jenny offer up. 

“Yeah.” Caleb mutters, standing up too, "I'll help you, jie.” 

“No.” Jenny interrupts, “Your sister went through the effort of making us this meal all by herself. She'll rest while you clean up.”

“But—” Caleb begins to protest.

Jenny gives him a pointed look. “Don’t be a brat. Go. Now.”

Caleb glares at her and you fully expect him to refuse, but to your surprise he listens, taking the plates from your hands with a gloomy expression and heads toward the kitchen.

“You can’t let him act out like that.” Jenny remarks once he is out of earshot. “Spoiling him will do him no good in the long run, you know?”

You scowl at her, her seemingly good-natured warning hitting a nerve. “I think I know how to deal with my own brother.” You force out through gritted teeth but Jenny just smiles calmly, as if she finds your clear defensiveness adorable. “Of course. He’s lucky to have such a caring older sister. He loves you so much, you know?”

The way she says it makes your skin prickle. 

“I know.”

You have half a mind to cut the night short right then and there. You had originally planned dinner and a movie, but your mood has rapidly soured and all the motivation you had to attempt to like her or even be cordial with her has evaporated like morning dew in a forest fire. 

But if you kick them out now then you'd only be giving them what they want… you think. You don't fucking know what they want. She is clearly trying to piss you off on purpose and he seems to want to do the same. Is this that common goal Caleb had told you about? 

No, if you kick her out now, you'd only be driving Caleb further into her arms. You have to get it together and find a way to get him to let go of her. 

You all shuffle into the living room once Caleb is back. Jenny takes it upon herself to pick the movie you will watch as if she owns the damn place, and you almost shoot down her suggestion out of pure spite. 

You plop down on the couch while Jenny takes the loveseat, the both of you looking at Caleb who glances between the two of you for a moment before he starts to move towards you, clearly intending to sit by your side like he always does. 

But before he can, Jenny’s voice stops him.

“Lebleb, give your sister some space.” She chastises, speaking to him like he's a dog—with a nickname to match too. “Come sit here.”

Caleb freezes, his eyes darting to you, hesitation clear on his face. Again, you're sure he'll refuse. Caleb always cuddles up to you during movies. But then he lets out a short sigh before he walks over to sit beside Jenny instead.

Don't worry. He's got me now. 

You stare in shock as Jenny lifts her legs and drapes them across Caleb’s lap. “My feet are sore, baby.” She says sweetly, wiggling her toes. “Won’t you massage them for me?”

Caleb immediately obeys, his large hands cradling her feet as they begin working on them, thumbs pressing into her soles and earning a contented sigh from her.

What the hell is this woman holding over your little brother that she has him eating out of the palm of her hand like this? Caleb never behaved this way with anyone but you. What exactly happened? Did she already fuck him already? Is she giving him what you refused to? Is that it?

You scowl, turning your face away from them and towards the movie that finally started playing. 

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You had no delusions about being able to actually enjoy or even focus on the movie. You had only hoped you could keep your cool long enough to pretend to watch until it ended, then politely kick them out and finish the bottle of wine you had opened in private while still keeping face.

And for three-quarters of the film, you manage it with your spine rigid, your teeth ground together, and your legs long since gone numb beneath you. You never once looked their way, even though you felt Caleb’s eyes on you almost the entire time.

Then, somewhere around the final act, you start to notice movement from their side of the room. 

At first it’s just some shuffling under the blanket and a few scattered sighs and soft hums. But the sounds grow more regular, the movement more rhythmic, and soon the noises that you'd heard Caleb make so many times before become impossible to ignore.  

Your hands clench so tightly that you can feel blood welling under your nails. You bite down on the inside of your cheek until the coppery taste floods your tongue. Your eyes water and sting until the screen in front of you blurs into red. Your mind screams louder and louder, yet never loud enough to drown out the needy sounds spilling from your brother’s mouth.

For a short delirious while, you think you can understand why crimes of passion used to be treated with more sympathy. Surely, no one would condemn you if you killed the both of them right now. 

But no. He can't die in her arms. He belongs to you, doesn't he? Forever and always, right? 

You hear the soft, wavering moan he makes when he reaches completion—the same blissful sound that must have condemned you to hell many times over by now. Only this time it is uttered for her. 

It breaks you. 

You sit there numb as the climactic end of the movie fades into the ending credits, and you wish you'd fade away too. 

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice movement again as Jenny stands up and stretches gracefully before she offers a hand to the still lounging Caleb. 

“Come on, Lebleb. Let's go home.” 

Home. Is that where he considers home now? 

“I'm tired.” Caleb whines, “Can I stay here for tonight, jie?”

You jump at being addressed, the words forcing your escaping soul back into your body. You turn your stiff neck toward him, staring blankly at his face, struggling to make sense of what you’re seeing.

Who is this person? What does he want from you?

“Caleb, don’t bother your sister. She's tired too, and she probably doesn't want to deal with you annoying her all night.” Jenny scolds, “Besides, we need you to get back to Skyhaven. Daddy will want to see us early in the morning to debrief us about the new mission.”

“Daddy?” You ask hoarsely, your throat dry and closed up. 

“Oh. Professor Lucius.” She answers easily as if that piece of information was not earth-shattering to you. 

Suddenly, you wake up from your haze, your maternal instincts breathing life into your withering soul. “Lucius is your father?!”

“Adopted father but yes.” She smiles proudly before turning back towards Caleb. “Come on, let's go.”

“My little brother will stay the night.” You shoot up, doing your best to remain steady on dead feet. 

“You know, if you keep letting him get his way, he'll just keep misbehaving.” She tuts, chastising you as if you're good friends. 

“Why don’t you worry about your family and I’ll worry about mine?” You snarl, and she laughs lightly, shrugging, “Maybe we’ll be family soon.”

“You can go now.” You spit out.

She smirks, then bends down and plants a lingering kiss on Caleb’s unmoving mouth. “Don’t be late tomorrow. I can only vouch for you in front of Daddy so many times.” She pats his cheek playfully before turning to you.

“Night, jie.”

“Don’t call me that.” You grit out, but she only laughs again, twirling around and walking out without another word.

The moment the door clicks shut behind her, Caleb springs to his feet, all alleged tiredness vanishing in an instant. He wraps his arms around you from behind and pulls you to his body, peppering eager kisses across your skin as the unmistakable shape of his still-hard cock presses against your ass through his pants… along with the dampness you can clearly feel there.

You push him back hard, creating distance between your bodies.

“What the hell is this, Caleb? Why didn't you tell me she's Lucius's daughter?”

“Does it matter?” He asks, infuriatingly calm. 

“Of course it does! Now I know why you're going on those stupid, reckless missions.” You shout, “You shouldn’t risk your life for her approval!”

He bursts out laughing. “I'm really not, jie.” He takes a step towards you, his next words coming out in a purr, “It's all for you.”

“Is it?” You shriek, sounding a bit manic, and acting even more so as you reach down into his pants to grab his warm, sticky cock. 

He moans loudly at the sudden touch, but before he can begin to enjoy it you pull your hand back out and hold it up between the two of you, showing him his mess glistening on your fingers.

“Yes.” He doesn't miss a beat, “You wanted this, jie.”

You feel like peeling off your skin. 

“How many times are you going to throw that in my face?” You cry out, “This isn't what I wanted and you know it! I wanted you to love someone who is good for you, not someone who will treat you like a dog and put your life at risk.”

Caleb’s lips curve into a maddening smirk. “Am I not a dog, jie?” 

“No! And she's not your fucking owner.”

He chuckles softly, stepping even closer until you're inches apart, his eyes half-lidded and blazing heat. “She's not? Then who owns me, jie?”

“Stop it.” You hiss, and he grins. “Is that a command? I thought I'm not a dog.”

Your fists clench at your sides, but you refuse to rise to the bait.  “I want you to stop seeing her.”

“That’s a lot to ask, jie.” Caleb tilts his head, lips pursing as he reaches up and idly twirls your bingdi lotus necklace between his fingers. “I like her. Her father guarantees me a good job after graduation. What do I get if I stop seeing her?”

“You… you like her?”

“Isn't it obvious?”

You wobble on your feet, your entire world tilting on its axis, teetering and teetering until you think you're going to fall off the edge of the universe.

Caleb's arm shoots out to wrap around your waist and steady you, but for the first time ever, you don't feel anchored by his touch. 

“Do you love her?” You ask, voice thin and weak.

“... Maybe I could.”

“The way you love me?”

All his pretense falls away in an instant, and then he's clutching onto you as if he might fall. 

“Never.” He promises, and you press your lips firmly together. “Then break up with her.” 

His hesitation guts you. 

“If you love me,” You insist, “you'll break up with her.” 

“I will if you agree to be with me.”

“God, you’re impossible!” You scream, shoving him away and taking a step back before whipping around to face him again, the words spilling out of you frantically. “I will find you a better girl. And a better job! Just listen to me, dammit!”

But all the softness vanishes from his face as he advances on you. “There is only one girl I would leave her for.”

You shake your head. “If you like this one, then you can like another.”

“No. It’s either her or you.”

Her or you? She’s already at your level for him? 

The words hit you like a punch to the stomach, and you forcefully swallow down the blood rising in your throat. 

“Don’t be stubborn, didi.” You plead, but he shows no leniency towards the sister who suffered so much to try to make him happy. 

“I’ve done what you wanted. You're the one backtracking now.” He tells you mercilessly. “So what will it be, jie? You or her?”

You push him away harshly with the last bit of strength of your shattered heart. “Go to her then. I don't want you here. You're dead to me. My brother died on that mission.”

His eyes become alight with fury and his breathing turns rapid and uneven a second before his hand swings out and slaps you hard across the face, the force of it splitting your lip open.

“If you ever say that to me again,” He snarls, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back so you're forced to look straight into his crazed eyes. “I will kill you and then kill myself.”

You smile up at him with a diseased sense of satisfaction. Your baby brother will never leave you, no matter how badly he acts out. And if he's here then there is always a chance to make it right. 

You cross the small distance between you, ignoring the burning in your scalp as you press your lips to his. The kiss tastes of blood and so much anger and hate and bitterness, yet he moans into it like it is the sweetest thing he has ever been given.

“Break up with her.” You order against his lips.

“No.” 

You bite down hard on his lip, spilling his own blood so that your life forces mix in your mouths, flavouring the kiss with the same rust and iron that made the both of you.

“Take me to bed.”

“Fuck, yes.” He groans, sweeping you off your feet and hurrying to your room. He throws you onto the bed hastily and tries to climb after you. 

“No.” You sit at the edge of the bed with a hand to his chest, keeping him at bay. “Strip.”

You would have found it almost amusing the way he trips over himself to tear off his clothes for you, if you couldn’t still see the evidence of his involvement with another woman clinging to his cock.

Once he stands fully naked before you, he reaches for your clothes as well.

“Touch me and I stop.” You threaten.

He gives you a pitiful little whine that dissolves into a moan the moment you wrap your hand around his erect cock.

“Break up with her.” You say, stroking him firmly from base to tip.

“Be with me.” He counters, stubborn even now as he stares down at you with pleading eyes. “Jiejie… fuck—Needed this all night.”

“Yeah? Is that why you couldn’t behave and had to get jacked off right in front of your own sister?” You hiss, tightening your hand around his cock punishingly, but that only makes him like it more 

“It’s all your fault.” He gasps, trying to thrust into your clenched fist. “Made me so mad… got me so horny. You always do, jie.”

Yes. Yes, it’s always your fault.

“You really are a dog, Caleb.”

“Can’t help it. He moans, head tipping back but his eyes remain glued to you, always on you. “You turn me on so bad, jie. Could get me off every day and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

You scoff. “Yeah? You’re that needy?”

“Yes, yes, please, keep me by your side. I’ll be so good, I swear. Just touch me. Love me. That’s all I need.”

You shudder. This is the Caleb you know. Your baby brother who would sew his skin to yours if he could. “What about what I want, didi?”

“Anything.” He pants, eyes glassy and desperate. “I’ll do anything. Whatever you want.”

“I want you to break up with her.” You repeat, your thumb brushing over the dripping head of his cock on every upstroke, your eyes eagerly watching the way his abs tense and his fists clench at his sides to stop himself from reaching out to touch you. 

“Only if you'll be mine, jie.” He insists, voice strained.  

“I thought you'd do anything for me.”

“If you're mine, jie. Anything, I swear.” 

“You’re a horrible boy.” You spit out, leaning forward to sink your teeth into the soft skin of his hip. Caleb yelps loudly, hips bucking into your fist.

“Don't say that. I'm your good boy. Just take me. Accept me for what I am. Love me like I love you.” His voice is wrecked and breathy as your hand moves more quickly along his cock. It throbs hot and heavy in your fist, twitching with every stroke, his balls drawing tight as he nears the edge.

“Fuck, jie— please, just like that.”

You suddenly slow your hand to a torturous pace, smiling as he groans in frustration and need, his cock pulsing angrily in your palm, flushed dark and dripping.

“Break up with her, Caleb.” 

“Be mine. Just be mine.” He whines, hips jerking desperately, fucking himself into your now loose fist. “Jie, please— I’m so close…”

You take your hand away completely, holding him right on the edge.

“Jiejie…!” 

You bring your palm down hard across his ass, watching as another thick bead of precum drips obscenely to the floor. “Horrible, horrible boy.”

Caleb’s breath hitches when you lean down and lick the drops still clinging to his cock, then take him into your mouth, moaning softly as your lips wrap around the swollen head.

“Ah fuck… that’s it, jie.” He groans, voice hoarse with relief and pleasure. “Take my cock. Take care of me just like you should…”

You glare up at him as you suck him slowly, your hands holding his hips steady as your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, tasting the remnants of his earlier orgasm.

“Break up with her.” You mumble around his cock, the words garbled with your mouth full of him, but you know he understands them clear enough.

Caleb lets out a helpless, pitiful moan. “I want you. Please—”

His words cut off in a strangled cry as you sink your mouth as deep as you can, taking him until the head of his cock hits the back of your throat and it spasms around him.

You set a filthy pace, forcing yourself to take him deeper than you ever did before, but still you don’t manage to swallow him whole. A messy mix of spit and blood from your split lip drips down your chin as you suck him off, but you don’t care, not when you can feel his strong thighs shaking under your hands and hear the dirtiest moans spilling from his mouth, interspersed with needy, desperate cries of jiejie, jiejie, jiejie.

But just before he can reach his peak, you cruelly pull off him again. You don’t bother wiping the mess from your face as you look up at his sweaty, shuddering body, knowing exactly how much the little pervert likes seeing you filthy with him.

“Break up with her,” You whisper, lips brushing against the flushed head of his cock, now almost purple, “And I’ll let you cum down my throat.”

Caleb whines, hips jerking uselessly against your lips, and he looks like he’s on the verge of tears.

“You want it, don’t you? You need it so bad, you poor baby.” You coo. “You want me to swallow it, didi? Or do you want it on my face? Or my tits?”

“Fuck—want it all.” He pants, voice cracking. “Wanna feed you my cum. Want you covered and filled by me.”

“Then break up with her.” You tell him firmly, “And I’ll let you have what you want, didi.”

He shakes his head weakly. “Be mine. Promise you’ll be all mine and I’ll do it, jie.”

You growl in frustration and stand up, shoving him onto the bed. He watches you with hungry eyes, his cock twitching against his stomach as you strip naked in front of him. Once you’re bare, you climb over him and straddle his hips. Reaching between your bodies, you take his throbbing cock in your hand and line the swollen head up against your entrance, rubbing it slowly along your slick folds.

“Do you want it?” You ask, taunting.

“Yes… please.” Caleb begs, eyes wide and desperate, hips twitching upward in a pathetic attempt to push inside.

You sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch. The stretch burns even though you’re dripping, and when you feel the resistance of your hymen you don’t stop, continuing to push against it.

Caleb’s eyes fly wide open. “Wait, what are you doing?”

You pause, breathing hard through the white-hot pain, your walls clenched tightly around the portion of him already inside you. “Fucking you.”

“But… I haven’t graduated yet.” He stutters, mind reeling as he stares down at where the head of his cock is buried inside you, the rest of him held back by the thin barrier of flesh that is still intact. “Jiejie—”

“I changed my mind.” You snap, and press down a little harder.

“But you said— fuck, you’re so tight— you said it was disgusting.” He manages between gasps, still trying to process what’s happening even as his hips jerk upward on instinct.

“It is.” You grit out, bracing your hands on his chest and forcing yourself to still. “Do you not want it anymore?”

“No! No, I do, please, please!” He begs frantically, lashes wet with tears. “I want it so bad. I don’t care if it’s disgusting or wrong.”

“Are you sure you really want it?” You goad, leaning down until your faces are a hair-breadth apart. “You’re kicking up so much fuss for someone who has begged for this for years.”

“Yes, yes! I want it, I sweat!” He cries. “Jiejie, please. you’re killing me!”

“Break up with her.” 

You expect him to push back again, to repeat his demand that you be with him first. And if he does, you honestly don’t know what you’ll do. This is your last resort. If he rejects this—rejects you—and still clings to her, he might as well kill you.

Instead, Caleb folds instantly.

“Okay.” He gasps out as you clench deliberately around him. “I’ll break up with her, fuck— I’ll do it— just fuck me.”

“You won’t talk to her again.” You continue as you hover above him, the head of his cock still only partially inside you.

“Yeah, yeah, anything you want, jie.” Caleb babbles deliriously, hips twitching upward in a desperate attempt to push deeper. “Please, please!”

You know what you’re doing is wrong. You’re taking a massive step backward. You’re giving him exactly what he has wanted all this time, and maybe that is why he has done all of this. If so, then he has played it perfectly. He has backed you into a corner. He knows you will not leave him to her. He has won.

You force yourself down onto his cock, tearing through your hymen at last—that fake purity you clung onto so desperately as if it would save you from everything you’ve done. Both of you cry out as you sink all the way down, your little brother’s cock buried inside you at last. 

“Jiejie… you’re so tight… and warm…” He lifts his head to stare at where the two of you are joined, voice thick with awe. “Fuck, I’m inside you. I’m really inside you…thank you—thank you!”

He looks like he’s in heaven, as if there is nothing in life he wanted more than this, but for you, neither the physical nor the emotional aspects of your joining are pain free. 

“Did you do this with her?” You gasp out, body trembling as you try to adjust to the pain of taking his large cock into your virgin pussy. “Did she pop your cherry?”

Caleb shakes his head frantically. “No, no, never. I swear, jie. I didn’t let her. Never.”

“Never?” You let out a bitter laugh. “That’s what you said about all your previous girlfriends too. You begged me to take care of you instead. But now you’re letting this woman treat you like a dog just so you can get off. You’re easier than you wanted me to think, didi.”

“It’s not like that at all, jie, I swear.” He begs, hands hovering uncertainly above your hips as if he is afraid you’d take this away from him if he touched you. “Only you get me like this. Please, please believe me.”

“I fucking saw you.” You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest. “Either you or her, jie. You said that. Is she as important to you as I am?”

“No, you don’t understand.” He whimpers, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. “It’s all you. It’s always been you. Please— fuck, you feel too good. So warm and wet inside… I could never want anyone else. This is where I belong. I want to stay inside you forever.”

You want to keep him inside you forever too. Here he will be safe and warm… and obedient.

“Well, you got what you wanted, didi.” You grit out as you begin to move, riding him despite the burning stretch. Whatever he was about to say dissolves into broken moans, his eyes glued to where your bodies are joined, watching himself disappear inside you with dazed awe. “Shit— shit— ah, jie, jie, fuck—I love you… I love you so much.”

He looks completely blissed out beneath you, his eyes half-lidded and glassy, his lips parted, and his cheeks flushed a deep red that swallows up his pretty freckles. 

“You like it, didi?” You ask tauntingly as you grind down on him.

“Uh huh…” He moans, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Can I touch you, please? Wanna feel you… please, please—”

“No. You’ll keep your hands to yourself and be a good dog. Won’t you?” You goad him, but he’s too pussy drunk to put up any fight.  “Yeah, yeah, anything. I’ll take it… I’ll take anything jiejie gives me… just keep going.”

Is this what she does to him? The thought thunders through your mind, unbidden and unwilling to be ignored. Is this why he likes her? Because she treats him this way? You’ve coddled him too much and now he’s seeking out dangerous thrills?

Well, you can tighten the leash too. 

“Who is your sister?” You demand. 

“You.” He answers instantly. 

“Who do you listen to?”

“You.”

“Whose are you?” 

“I’m yours, jiejie. Your dog.” He gasps out filthily, “Only yours. I promise.”

“Good boy.” You purr, rewarding him by riding him faster. “My baby brother, so good for your jiejie.” 

“Ah—fuck, wait, slow down!” He gasps suddenly, “I’m close.” 

“Already?” You grin, unable to hide the satisfaction in your voice, not slowing down. Guess he really didn’t let her fuck him, huh?

You have not felt this connected to him, or this in control of him, in years. You shudder as pleasure begins to build inside you too, the unbearable fullness starting to feel completing rather than intrusive—your pussy molding around his cock as if remembering his shape from a time you’re no longer conscious of. It feels right. God help you, it feels so right to have your little brother’s cock inside of you. 

“I’m sorry, you just feel too good.” He moans, panicked even as his hips jerk up to meet yours. “Been dreaming about your pussy for so long… my first wet dream was about you. I used to fantasize about just going to your room and filling you with my cum until you couldn’t deny me anymore.” He tells you this as if he’s making a love confession, but his deranged fantasies don’t even faze you anymore. 

Would it scare her if she heard him talk this way? Would she run away and leave him forever? 

“I thought you were a big boy now.” You taunt, continuing to bounce hard on his cock, your pussy burning and dripping around him—it’s just like him to bring you so much pain and pleasure at once. “With a girlfriend who gives you whatever you want. Does she let you cum this fast, baby?”

He shakes his head frantically, “It’s because it’s you, jie. I can’t help it. Wanted this for so long— please, slow down!”

You smile vindictively and keep milking him. He was bad, you think darkly. Your little brother has been bad. 

“Jie— jie, you’re not slowing down.” 

“You can hold it.” You tell him coldly even as you clench around him. “You’re a big boy who thinks he’s too good to listen to his jiejie.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please!” He babbles, tears slipping down his temples. “Oh god, I’m losing my mind— fuck, I love you, I love you, I’m so close. I’m sorry, please slow down, god please.”

“But I thought you wanted to fuck me, didi. I thought you wanted to fill me with your cum until I couldn’t deny you anymore.” 

“I do. I do, but—-fuck, it’s too quick. I wanna last for you. Please, just give me a moment—”

“You want to fill your jiejie up, don’t you?” You lean down to whisper in his ear. “So be a good boy and drain your pretty cock inside my pussy. cum for your jiejie, baby.“

“Ah fuck—”

Caleb’s whole body seizes up beneath you. A guttural cry tears from his throat as he cums hard, hips jerking up violently as thick, hot pulses of his release flood deep inside you, and you feel his cock throbbing with every spurt.

“There you go.” You coo, still rocking your hips slowly through his orgasm, milking every last drop from him. “Good boy, listening to your jiejie so well.”

You stroke his damp hair and brush away his tears, soothing him as he comes down from his high. You’ve done it now. You’ve given in. You’ve soiled yourself entirely for his sake. You’ve lost the one card you still had to play. Will this mean anything? Will it save him? Will he finally listen to you… or have you shattered the spell yourself and now he will realise how sick all of this is?

You stare down at him, chest tight with both fondness and dread as you wait for your sentence. He looks so young beneath you—red cheeks, big eyes, sweet lips. Your baby brother. The boy you raised. The boy you ruined. 

Oh god… what have you done to him?

But instead of shoving you away in disgust, Caleb’s fingers dig deeper into your waist, his hips suddenly snapping upward again, continuing what you’d started.

“Caleb—what are you doing?” You gasp, falling forward with the force of his thrusts, your hands bracing against his chest so you wouldn’t crash into him.

“I can go again." He pants shakily, “Please, I need to go again. It’s not enough. It still hurts so bad, jie.”

“Baby, wait—” You protest, and try to lift yourself off him.

Suddenly, the world turns upside down as he flips you onto your back and folds you in half, knees shoved up to your chest, and pussy wide open. Without allowing you another word, he sinks into you in one brutal thrust, burying himself all the way inside you.

“Fuck, I love you.” He groans against your neck, his whole body shuddering at the sensation of being engulfed by you once more. “I love you.”

He picks up the pace immediately, not giving you a moment to catch your breath. The way he has your body folded over allows his cock to press against places that make your vision blur, every thrust pushing the air out of your lungs. “Baby, slow down.”

“Now you wanna slow down?” He laughs breathlessly against your neck. “I won’t. I need to show you that I can satisfy you.” His voice stutters between thrusts, his pace desperate, almost vengeful, as if he’s punishing you for holding out on him for so long. “Just give me a chance. I won’t ruin this… I promise I won’t ruin this… I’ll show you how good I can be for you.”

Won’t ruin what? You want to ask, but he’s fucking you so deep that nothing comes out of your you except garbled moans. He’s so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat, like he’s working to bury himself so far inside you that you’ll never be able to take him out again. You suppose you can take some comfort in knowing that he still wants you, still loves you, even after finally getting what he has always wanted from you.

Your nails rake down his back, leaving long, angry red lines across his skin that make him hiss in pain and fuck you harder, your pussy giving way under him, a terrifying heat building low in your belly.

But then you feel something wet landing on your face. You blink through your fuzzy vision to see that he’s crying again—full on sobbing, his shoulders shaking, his lips trembling even as he continues to drive his cock into you.  

“Are you okay?” You ask hurriedly, suddenly terrified that you’ve somehow forced him into this. “Do you want to stop?”

“No!” He blurts out, “No, please don’t make me stop. I’m sorry for being a baby. I just need this so bad. I’m sorry, please don’t make me stop.”

“So what if you're being a baby?” You ask, grabbing his face and cradling it in your hands. “You're my baby, aren’t you?” 

“Yes, mommy.” He whimpers, eyes glassy and struggling to focus with all the pleasure and all the worries filling up his mind. He needs you to anchor him. 

“Is this what you needed, baby?” You ask, locking your legs around his waist and pulling him even closer. 

“Yes— fuck, yes.” He moans, burying his face in your breasts and sucking on your nipples greedily. “Mommy… mommy!”

Then you’ll give it to him. He has wanted this for so long. Maybe if you let him tire himself out and finally have his fill, he’ll go back to being your sweet, devoted baby brother again.

“Then come on, baby.” You coax, rolling your hips up to meet his thrusts, clenching around him deliberately. “Keep going. I know you can. Let’s drain those balls. They hurt so bad, right? All pent up for years, yeah?”

“Yeah. All because of you.” He groans, his rhythm turning erratic as he pounds into you. “You were so mean to me. Keeping this pussy away from me for so long.”

“It’s okay, didi. I’m here now.” You soothe him, stroking the back of his neck. “Mommy wants you to let go, baby.”

“Mommy, I’ll—-oh, fuck—I love you!” He cries out, hips stuttering as he cums hard for the second time, flooding your pussy again. “I won’t ever love anyone else, I promise, I promise!”

You shudder, a twinge of fear twisting in your gut at his choice of words, but it is quickly drowned out beneath the onslaught of pleasure. You had been so focused on him that you hadn’t noticed how close you were. You’re caught completely off guard by the sudden orgasm that burns through you, your back arching off the bed as all your nerve endings come alight at once, sending your body into overdrive. You cling to him in shock, never having felt such an intense shock of pleasure in your life. Your walls clamp down hard around his cock, your pussy holding onto him so he can’t escape. 

Not that he tries to. 

“Jie, are you—” Caleb groans loudly, watching in awe as he feels your pussy try to milk more from him.. “Fuck,you’re cumming on my cock—shit.”

He doesn’t slow down. If anything, the knowledge that he made you cum by using only his cock drives him wilder. He keeps going at it, through the aftershocks, through the overstimulation that quickly turns overwhelming for both of you. Every deep thrust tears another wail from your shocked body as he chases his third release, burying himself as far as he can go while you shake and clench helplessly around him.

“So good—so fucking good. Gonna fill you again, mommy—gonna keep filling you until you can’t take any more.”

And he does. You’re slipping in and out of consciousness, lying limp and sore, by the time he finally tires out and collapses in your arms, his head resting on your chest as he peppers kisses all over your breasts and pants out thank you, thank you, I love you.

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You wake up before he does for the first time in as long as you can remember.

The room is still dark, the first light of dawn barely peeking through the curtains. You feel warm, much too warm, and completely engulfed. Caleb’s naked body is wrapped tightly around yours, one leg thrown over your thigh, his arm heavy across your waist, his face still buried in your breasts as his even breaths brush across your nipple. And his cock, soft now, rests warm and heavy against your thigh.

The memory of last night comes flooding back to you—the way he laid under you, over you, all around and inside you, the way his tense muscles were gleaming with sweat, the way his face twisted in such pleasure and yearning as you finally took him inside you… the stretch of his cock, the burn, the overwhelming fullness that had felt so right.

They’re all seared into your brain now. You’ll never move on from this. You could date a hundred men. You could find someone and get married. You could have kids and grow old together… but you’ll never forget what it felt like to give yourself to your little brother. 

But even now, sore and tender between your legs, you don’t regret it. You’ve done what you needed to do. You just hope that now that he has finally gotten what he wanted from you, he’ll keep his word and break up with her. He’ll need to start looking again, and find someone else. It won’t be easy, especially not after this, but it's for the best. 

Please let this be enough.

You look down again as he starts to stir. A croaky sound leaves his throat as he nuzzles closer, pressing a kiss to the valley between your breasts, then to the side of your neck, up to your jaw, and finally to your lips, before he pulls back to give you a lazy smile—so happy and content that it makes your heart ache. Happiness looks so good on him, your beautiful, golden boy, more stunning than any being in this world, real or imagined.

Could what you've done been really that bad if it means keeping him safe and happy? Many mothers have committed unspeakable crimes to protect their babies. Are you really any different?

“Morning, jiejie…” He mumbles sleepily, his hand sliding possessively over your bare hip, pulling you closer as if he wants you to melt into him. “I’m so happy we’re finally together.”

You stiffen.

Oh.

“Baby,” You say softly, carefully. “We’re not… we’re not together.”

Caleb jerks up, all the romantic dreaminess on his face suddenly hiding under the emerging shadows. “What?”

You swallow hard, anxious under his narrowed gaze. “Caleb… what we did last night— I just gave you what you wanted so you’d stay away from Jenny and Lucius. It doesn't mean we’re dating now.”

He's quiet for a long while, and you watch with a sense of helpless dread as the light slowly leaves his eyes.

“Baby—”

“No.” He finally speaks out, a strange finality to his tone. 

“W-what?” You ask nervously, trying to pull away slightly, but he presses his weight down on you, trapping you under him. 

“I’ve done everything you wanted.” He says slowly, intending for you to take heed of every word. “I went to college. I dated. I hooked up with other women. At every single step, you dangled what I wanted in front of me like a fucking dog on a leash. And now that I finally get it, you think you can just take it away?”

You lie there paralysed under the full weight of his wrath.

“She’s not the one who’s been treating me like a dog, jie. You are.” He seethes, “You don’t get to give me everything I’ve ever wanted and then rip it all away.”

No, no. He’s getting this all wrong. 

“I’m only doing what’s best for you.” You defend yourself weakly, but that just makes him laugh out loud, sounding maniac. 

“And that’s fucking me and then throwing me away? You really think that’s going to fix me? That one night is going to make me stop wanting you? You think you can fuck the love I have for you out of me?” He asks deliriously, grabbing your legs and shoving them apart to press his already hardening cock against your sore pussy. “Well, jiejie, I’ve wanted you for years. One night won’t be enough. Why don’t you keep spreading your legs for me… and I’ll tell you when I’ve finally gotten it out of my system?”

You push at his chest frantically, panic rising in your chest. “Caleb, no. Stop. I don’t want this!”

“You don’t? You sure acted like you wanted it last night.”

“I was trying to—”

“What?” He cuts you off harshly, “Bargain with your pussy to get me to break up with my girlfriend because you couldn’t handle another woman being in my life?”

“No, Caleb—” You try to say something, but he grabs face, his fingers digging into your cheeks so hard it feels like he'll rip right through them.

“You got what you wanted, jiejie. You ruined the only chance of a relationship I had outside of you.” He tells you evenly, that calm tone ten times more terrifying than if he were to scream at you. “I graduate next month. It’s done. I'm all yours and you’re all mine. There is no turning back now. It’s you and me forever, jie. Just like we both wanted.”