-They Call You Lucifer's Angel-

Karasu 071507

Summary: (one-shot, crackfic) I don't know what made me do it... he just looked so appetizing...

My eyes swung to him, that oh-so familiar patch of dirty blond hair sending shivers down my spine. I never figured out exactly why I was so... turned on (for lack of a better adjective or adverb or whatever) by him. I shouldn't have been. I mean, I had Tony, right?

No.

Tony left me. For some bastard named Noah.

I was alone.

Well, except for a certain blue-eyed pre-teen that was sitting next to me. My eyes scanned his face. His eyes were so like mine it was scary. His nose was like a perfect little ski ramp. His lips thin and shapely.

My eyes slipped lower.

A perfect ivory collarbone came into view, followed by a baby-soft chest and a most adorable tummy. He still had a bit of baby fat around his midsection. He always had a bit of chub. But it was fucking adorable. He was fucking adorable.

I didn't dare look lower, but a semi-unwanted (wait, what the hell?! Of course I wanted it!) daydream played out behind my eyes.

I was slipping my hand around his neck, turning his lips to mine. He struggled a bit, but finally gave in. He even kissed me back. Soon, our kiss became frantic, like we needed it. He was clawing my shoulders with his shiny, manicured fingernails and I struggled to rip off his shorts (why he was wearing shorts in the middle of winter baffled me). Finally, though, he was panting and naked beneath me. My heart raced as I bent down to trail kisses down his pale skin. He tangled his fingers in my hair, urging me on. I reached my destination and wrapped my mouth around--

"Greg?"

My daydream was cut off by Matt's voice. I shook my head to rid myself of the metal picture I had of him naked. It was so... awkward talking to someone while you pictured them naked. It really was.

"Hnn? What's wrong, Mattie?" I asked. My brother's eyebrows were knitted together and his eyes held concern in them.

Matt shook his head (I swear, he could've been my twin) and whispered, "You were lookin' at me funny."

"Oh," I averted my eyes as my stomach lept into my mouth. "Sorry, kiddo."

Matt turned his eyes back to the movie we were watching (Latter Days, or something like that), but I saw him look at me out of the corner of his eye. I met his gaze and I held out my arms so he could hug me.

Our skin-on-skin contact (we were both lounging in pajama pants) made my blood boil. He was so... soft. I ran my fingers across his skin, cherishing the feel. My eyelids drifed together as I got lost in the sensation my brother was filling me with.

He was so soft...

My eyes snapped open as a moan floated between my ears. Matt. Matt was moaning under my fingers.

My brother was moaning because of me.

I couldn't believe myself! Subconsciously, my hand had trailed down his back and was in his pajama pants. Rubbing. His. Ass.

And I was enjoying it, too.

I was enjoying touching my eleven-year old brother sexually! What the hell was wrong with me?!

"Greggy?" Matt looked up at me with those inquisitive blue eyes and I think I melted. Or hardened. I dunno.

I nodded to let him know he could continue.

"Do you love me?"

The question caught me off guard.

He went on, "Like... do you love me like a brother?"

"O'course, Matty," I grinned down to him, silently thankful that he didn't ask what I thought he was gonna ask. I mean, how awkward would it be if I ended up telling him about my daydream? How would he react, I wonder...?

He nodded, though, seemingly satisfied with my answer. For some reason, he didn't seem bothered in the least by the fact that just mere seconds before our conversation, I was rubbing his ass. And he was moaning.

Was that normal?

Don't think so.

"You're spacing out again," Matt smiled as my thoughts melted away. I ran my fingers through his silky blond locks (so like our mother's...) and he leaned into my touch.

Again, I focused on the warm sensation in the pit of my stomach. I closed my eyes and imagined Matt trailing his lips across my jaw, stopping to nuzzle my earlobe. Then, his lips would find mine...

My eyes flew open for the second time that day as I stared into what appeared to be my own eyes.

But no... those were Matt's eyes.

And... those were Matt's lips on mine.

I let my eyelids drift shut and tried to concentrate on Matt's tongue dancing with mine. I kinda wondered where exactly he learned to kiss like that... but I didn't dwell on it. Especially since he straddled my hips and moved to my neck.

My lips parted and a groan escaped, urging Matt on. This was so wrong. But I wasn't about to stop.

The only person to ever excite me as much as this was Tony.

Matt's hands slipped my pants lower and I wondered again just where in the seven levels of hell he had learned to... take over.

"I love you, Greg," he whispered to me in his cute pre-teen voice. "I always have. Nobody else does what you do to me... And I was so jealous of Tony. Angry at him because he'd taken my brother away from me."

He paused to rid himself of his pants.

"But now... I'm finally yours..."

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A.N.: Wow. I... don't wanna talk about this. XD But... I wanna draw it. ..