Author’s Note:

Poptart Guava Kid: ;_; okayyy. I normally don’t ship fatherxson but for some reason I ship NyhinxSeos. Wulf’d have a fit if that happened though..

Forpeewee: thanks :D

So, I had a goal for the next three chapters to add in three of my oldest characters, who are also my three of my favorite characters! But then I was thinking about the boys in this chapter. Why is it that I almost always write late a night? A good chunk of this was written in my room at 3 AM when I had gone upstairs to go to bed. -_-;

Also, I had a boyfriend over the summer who sucked up all my free time like it was a dirt he had to vacuum up off the rug. Skld;hag; Anyway, I have a girlfriend now. She’s kick ass. And doesn’t dominate my free time. Yaaaaay. Also, I’m moved back into school. That took a lot of time away from me. And it most certainly will keep eating up my time like I will with those big pretzels when I use my coupon to buy one get one free. Mmm, pretzels. I’m surprised I haven’t used that coupon yet, I’ve been here since August… OH MY GOSH SO MUCH READING TO DO FOR MY CLASSES. And I’m tutoring someone in Japanese!

So..I guess what I’m trying to say is: I’ve been very busy! And will continue being busy, sadly ):

I hope the length at least makes up for my tardiness with this chapter!

I’m also working on another story but I’m going to get that shit organized. I have most of the first chapter for it written out and the characters back stories and where I’m going with it… But I’m actually going to try and get a good chunk of it written out first before posting the first chapter. I might post it on deviant art as well as on FP. Or maybe just dA, I haven’t decided.

My dA is pr0nzombie.

Warning: INCEST in this chapter. Don't like it? Skip it!

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Ad Astra Per Aspera

You Can’t Quit Me Baby

“That’ll be five cents, Vallerie,” the clerk said, holding his hand out for the change. The fifteen year old boy contemplated the nickel in his hands for a moment before begrudgingly handing it over. He wouldn’t be able to get his candy if he didn’t pay for it, after all. “Is your father around?” the clerk asked as the child grabbed the licorice greedily. When the child shook his head, too busy eating the licorice to give him a vocal response, the clerk continued on, “Would you mind telling your father I got a new shipment in, then?”

He smiled widely as the kid nodded, replying with the candy still in his mouth, “Sure thing, Mr. Johnson.” The wide-eyed youth then slipped out of the shop as quickly as he had rushed in. He had to be home before his father got back from the bank that he worked at, just as his mother told him. His father wasn’t to know that she was spoiling him with change to get candy every once in a while. But he was in such a hurry, that Vallerie didn’t notice the man walking past the shop and ran right into him. The poor boy would have fallen over, but instead as he staggered backwards, on his way to the ground the man he ran into caught him.

“You should watch out there, might run into someone important,” the black man said as he straightened Vallerie up. He gave the boy a smile, quickly releasing him. Holding onto the boy for too long could have given him trouble from the white community around him. Vallerie himself was only half white—but he was whiter than the black man before him.

The boy nodded nervously, fiddling with the candy in his hands. “Yes, sir,” he said, looking up at the man before him.

“Sir?” was the surprised response, before the man leaned down and said only loud enough for Vallerie to hear, “Now you’ll get in trouble if they catch you callin me sir.”

The youth just nodded once more, twirling the licorice between his thumb and index finger before asking, only loud enough for the man to hear, “What should I call you then?”

“’m name ‘s James,” the man said cheerfully, “Your folks around?” Vallerie shook his head, telling James about the nickel his mother had given him—and how quickly he’d spent it. “It’s getting dark soon, son,” James told Vallerie as he glanced up at the sky, “I reckon I better walk you home. It ain’t safe ‘round here at night.” Vallerie nodded, smiling widely at James, consenting willingly to having an escort back to his home.

His father, like most white men of the day, wasn’t too keen on coloured people. However, seeing as Vallerie was half Japanese and received his fair share of discrimination—and had seen his mother receive her fair share—he tended to identify more with the non-white populous than with those of his father’s race. And so, he didn’t think twice about walking down the street with a black man beside him.

“Daddy’s not home yet,” Vallerie commented as they neared his home. It hadn’t taken long to reach the destination, and the sun was only beginning to set. The boy would have invited him in, but he knew the trouble that could cause. In Vallerie’s opinion, James was quite a handsome man. He was in his late twenties and still had a slightly youthful feel to him. The stress of life was not bearing down too greatly on James’ shoulders yet. He had a strong face with gentle eyes and Vallerie knew he wanted him. He could only hope that the other man would return such affections. “Shall we go around back?” the boy suggested, leading James behind the house--he certainly didn’t want to cause a scene in case someone happened to spot the pair out front.

The home was a modest one--modest in comparison to other bankers’ homes, at least. It was actually a farm house, but the farmyard was tended by tenant farmers, who were all of the same race as James. It was those tenants that gave Vallerie’s father the opportunity to join the banking industry. The barn itself wasn’t too far off from their home but Vallerie stopped at the back door of their house to yell to his mother that he was home and he would be busy out back before telling James with an air of authority, “Well, come along,” and strode toward that very barn. The man hesitated, pulling his hat off and turning it about in his hands for a moment as he watched Vallerie. The repercussions for what he was about to get into were grave, after all, but as he glanced down the boy’s backside the sudden urge to live for once came too him full force. It was so troublesome, always worrying about the klan--especially when he had a sneaking suspicion that Vallerie’s own father was part of that nefarious association--and for once he was going to..mostly forget about their presence in society, because Vallerie’s backside was so tempting.

“Did anyone see us?” he asked as Vallerie shut the barn doors behind them, once they were in side. Perhaps it didn’t hurt to be a little nervous.

Shaking his head, Vallerie responded easily, “I don’t think so.” He wasn’t one-hundred percent positive, but the boy didn’t see anyone else around. So surely no one had seen them or at least that’s what he reasoned. But he wasn’t too terribly worried. His father wasn’t home, his mother would never tell on him about such things if she happened to stumble upon them--or at least, he assumed she wouldn’t--so there wasn’t anything to worry about. So he set to worrying about removing his clothing and James rather than getting caught.

However, as mentioned before, Vallerie wasn’t one-hundred percent sure that no one had seen him and James heading into the barn. He had assumed no one had, but there was a reason there was the word ‘ass’ in assumption--it would make an ass out of you. And it could have made an ass out of him, if anyone besides his brother ,Landon, had seen the two heading into the barn. The twelve-year-old boy was quite curious as to what was about to ensue inside of that structure. So he stopped daydreaming beside his bedroom window and quickly hurried down and outside, avoiding others so that he wouldn’t have to answer any questions as to where he was going or what he would be doing while he was there. Oh no, the pair he had seen seemed.. suspicious and he was curious to see what was going on. However, he did not think that what the two would be doing would be anything his parents would want to hear about--and if Landon were to get Vallerie in trouble, he would in turn get himself in trouble with his brother. Vallerie was like all older brothers in that he gave Landon the toughest time he possibly could. Landon was in fact one of the few boys in town that Vallerie could easily pick on, considering his own small stature, and so he milked it for all that it was worth.

Landon wasn’t stupid, despite all the times that his big brother had called him a dunce. He wasn’t about to open the doors and waltz in there. That would surely keep him from seeing what exactly was going on and also get him in trouble with Vallerie. And so he solved the problem by climbing up the ladder and in through the window to the loft, being as quiet as a mouse as he maneuvered to the edge to see what was going on.

By far, it was nothing like what Landon had expected. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if he had expected anything really. But if he had, it wasn’t this. Landon watched with curious and astonished eyes as the two male’s clothes quickly piled onto the ground before them, and as their lips met and hands roved; their bodies pressing against each other. It was enchanting, really. Landon couldn’t tear his young eyes away from the two bodies as they landed on the haystack to the side of the barn. A horse neighed uneasily, as if to chide the performance that it had front row seats to. The horse just huffed as Vallerie shushed at it and turned about in it’s pen to ignore the two men before it as best as it could. Unlike the horse, Landon stayed where he was, watching intently. There was no way he was going to miss this. He hadn’t particularly thought about sex before, but the feels from the other two were overflowing and rubbing off onto him; Landon felt his own member hardening as he silently watched and instinctively knew what to do in such a situation as this. As quietly as possible, and with as little movement as possible, he adjusted himself to still being able to watch and pleasure himself at the same time.

Perhaps the term voyeur might inappropriately be labeled to Landon at this time. But no, if he had the chance and knew that it wouldn’t have been a lost cause, the boy would have told James to leave and taken his place quite willingly. But brothers weren’t supposed to make love to each other, and he was quite sure Vallerie would not feel the same way about him at all based on all of the teasing and ridicule he endured. So he would have to sit and watch, unsatisfied with his position but with no other option than to just sit and watch with his hand down his own pair of trousers.

At first, there wasn’t much to watch, Vallerie lay in the hay stack with the older man bent over him. They were just kissing, in the beginning. But before long, they were both stripped of their clothes, hands roaming over each others’ bodies as they continued on. It was like exploring a new place; they had to get acquainted with the area. And they both seemed to rather like what they were getting acquainted. It didn’t take long before things were getting heated. Landon watched as Vallerie was repositioned in the hay for better leverage. It gave Landon a better view of his brother as James penetrated him, only for the man to lean back down to kiss the younger male.

“Nn,” was all Vallerie could muster out, but it was music to Landon’s ears. He wanted to get closer, get a better view—or better yet kick James out and take his place. However, the only part of Landon’s body that seemed to move was his hand running it against his member as he had before.

It wasn’t fair that James of all people got to Vallerie first. He’d heard talk around town from the boys around his and Vallerie’s age. His brother was quite..cute, for a boy. And he knew most boys wanted to conquer his brother. But Vallerie had never given any of them the time of day. Landon wasn’t sure what was so special about James—but he sure as hell wanted to find out. But Landon wasn’t about to interrupt.

In fact, as meetings such as this seemed to become commonplace for Vallerie and James, Landon continued to be a silent watcher. He knew when to be there and when to sneak out so they wouldn’t notice. It wasn’t perfect, but it was all Landon could get.

Well, it wasn’t perfect for Landon. But Vallerie thought it was quite perfect. He and James would lie together and talk about various things. It was nice. He loved feeling James’ strong arms around his body, and hearing the other’s deep voice. Yeah, James was definitely better than any of the boys his age.

One day, they were lying on the hay stack just as they always did. Vallerie remembered a conversations he and his mother had had the other day..

“Dear,” his mother, Anna, said as Vallerie entered the kitchen. The boy had been about to complain that he was hungry when his mother had confronted him. “James is very nice, yes,” she said, her hands on the counter as she looked at Vallerie. He could see her knuckles were white. “But your father..” she sighed and walked over to Vallerie, hugging him tightly, “You have to stop seeing him, Vallerie. Your father will get him killed if he finds out.”

The boy’s eyes widened. How did his mother know? But the thought of what his father could do scared him. He wrapped his arms around his mother. “But..okaasan..” he mumbled, looking up at his mother distraught. He trusted his mother; he loved his mother. She was his best friend, for sure. And so he couldn’t lie to her; he couldn’t tell her that he had no idea what she was talking about. “I love him,” Vallerie blurted out, biting his lip as he looked up at his mother. He hadn’t told James that..but he was quite sure it was true.

Shaking her head, she led her son over to the kitchen table, sitting down in one chair and pulling the other one out for him to sit in. “You don’t always get what you want,” she said, speaking slowly and as clearly as possible, trying to pronounce everything correctly. She was originally from Japan, after all. She came to America with her parents when she was still a teenager.

“But you love daddy,” Vallerie mumbled as he pulled his knees up to his chest. He wrapped his arms around his legs, resting his chin upon the knees as he looked up at his mother with those large, unassuming eyes.

A sigh escaped her lips and she shifted around. “I didn’t love him when I met him,” she told Vallerie in a low tone, shifting about uncomfortable, “I loved someone else, but your father was threatening my parents if..if they didn’t give me to him..” A distant look came on her face for a moment. “Your father is very powerful, dear,” she said quietly. It was difficult for her to pronounce Vallerie’s name, so she avoided it—even if she had picked out her son’s name. She didn’t know it wasn’t supposed to be a boy’s name, but it sounded so American and she wanted that for her son; only later did she realize her mistake.

“But you love daddy now, right?” Vallerie asked quietly, not really listening to what his mother was trying to tell him.

Anna nodded and leaned forward, kissing Vallerie’s forehead. “Yes, I forgave him and love him now,” she said, still speaking as carefully as possible, “But your father..if he finds out about you and James..” She cupped Vallerie’s cheeks, lifting his head up off of his knees as she leaned in close. “He is part of a very powerful organization,” she said quietly, “He will have James lynched. Do you understand?” Vallerie nodded, looking away. It filled Anna’s heart with sadness to see tears in her son’s eyes. “You love him so you must leave him,” she said quietly, “Because you do not want him to die. You need to find a girl, marry her and have many kids so I can be a grandma.”

“I don’t like girls,” Vallerie muttered grudgingly, glaring at the wall as he avoided his mother’s eyes.

She sighed quietly, hugging Vallerie close. “I know dear, but your father will come after you if you are only interested in men,” she said quietly, her tone very solemn.

“I’ll become a priest then.”

Vallerie looked up at James, reaching up and stroking his cheek. Was his mother right? But he didn’t have time to think about it as he heard footsteps coming toward the barn. “We can’t get caught,” he breathed out, rushing to get his clothes on, and James did the same. But before they knew it the barn door opened and Vallerie’s heart dropped as he looked over at the doorway, seeing his father standing there, red in the face.

He stormed over to the two males, who had thankfully been able to pull their pants back on, pushing Vallerie behind himself, holding him there as if to protect him from James. “Daddy, don’t be mad,” Vallerie said, but he shut his mouth at the look his father gave him. But..he had to do something. He reached out, holding onto his father’s shirt like a little kid would in order to not lose their parent while walking through a crowd.

“I would recommend you leave this town,” Marcus said to James, a solemn look on his face as he watched the black man flee. James knew very well that Marcus wasn’t someone to mess with. “Get in the house, now.” That one was directed at Vallerie, and the boy didn’t think twice before bolting out and to the house.

Expecting to be disciplined, Vallerie sat in his room dejectedly, holding the pocket watch his father had given him years in his hands. “What am I going to do, grandmother?” he asked quietly, glancing over at his grandmother’s ghost as she floated about his room absentmindedly, “Obaasan!” Ever since he had been a kid, Vallerie had been able to see and interact with the spirits of the other world. And so, it was only natural for his grandmother’s spirit to reside in his room. Her spirit had traveled all the way from California after she died, never having been at peace with the fact that her beloved daughter had been taken by such a man as Marcus.

“Warui ko!” the spirit muttered, angry at her grandson for yelling at her, “Nani wo nozomi?” She was minding her own business and then he just yells at her! What an ungrateful little child.

Vallerie just stared at her blankly, this exchange between them ending as most of them did. How could his grandmother still not know English? She’d been in America for a while now, right?! It’s not like ghosts have anything better to do than listen to the living humans. “Sumimasen,” he said before turning away from the ghost. His Japanese was elementary at best. Marcus had roughed his wife up enough for teaching the children a barbaric language that she stopped all efforts. Almost anything that Vallerie had learned in his youth was forgotten by then. He opened up the watch, staring at it. Whenever Vallerie was in a bad situation he would sit and stare at that watch, as if it would make things better.

“I’m home,” Marcus called out as he entered the house and Vallerie expected his father to quite soon enter his room and discipline him.

The watch’s second hand stopped ticking. “I’m going to die now?” Vallerie asked the watch quietly, willing it to start moving again. The clocks were always stopped at someone’s time of death; he hoped his watch wasn’t telling him that. But as he prodded the watch with a finger it started back up, speeding up until it was at the right time before returning to normal. He prodded it again, not exactly sure what happened. Things always seemed to fix themselves around him, like he had some power over them. But he didn’t have time to worry about that, did he? No, his father was going to come up to his room, soon.

But hours passed and Marcus didn’t enter the room. Instead there was a knock on the door before Landon slipped in, he seemed startled for a moment, as if he had seen a ghost, before looking back at Vallerie. “Dad says that you have to go to bed without dinner tonight,” he said, noting the watch. Vallerie was in deep trouble, wasn’t he? And Vallerie knew it, too, if he had that damn watch out. But Landon had to play dumb. As far as Vallerie and their father were concerned he had not been there during the earlier encounter. That would lead to too many questions, including why he had been up there watching that. “What’d you do?” he asked, wanting to go sit on the bed but remaining standing behind Vallerie.

“Nothing, dimwit,” Vallerie said, shutting the pocket watch and shoving it in its rightful place, “Why aren’t you sitting down?” He glanced over at the bed. Their grandmother was sitting on the edge, her ghostly form seeming to have dozed off from the monotony of watching Vallerie sit and stare at the watch.

“She makes me nervous,” Landon said quietly, taking a step away from the bed, “They always follow you around…”

Vallerie glanced around at Landon, frowning. “What?” It wasn’t normal to see ghosts, right? It’s not like he could admit that he saw them and..Landon..was Landon just messing with him? “You’re so stupid, go away.”

Opening his mouth, Landon froze before taking a step toward the doorway. “Isn’t it bad to have ghosts follow you around?” he asked, looking at Vallerie, “And whenever one is just passing by this town it makes sure to go to you before continuing on. Something isn’t right with you..” He didn’t mean it to be mean..unlike most of his brother’s comments toward him. What if other people knew the dead were following Vallerie around? They’d think he was into the dark arts! What horrified Landon more was the possibility that Vallerie might actually be. “I’ll try to bring you up some bread, if I can sneak it,” he said after a moment. He was trying to be a good brother, take care of his older brother, even if sometimes it felt like a fruitless cause.

“Do what you want,” Vallerie muttered, turning away from Landon, “Get out of my room.” Landon hesitated for a moment. “I said get out!” Ghosts flooded into Landon’s vision, all yelling at him to get out and he stumbled out of the room, shutting the door behind him and bolting down the hallway. Only after he was well away from Vallerie’s room did he bother to look behind his shoulder to see if the ghosts were there. Where did those ones come from? How come he didn’t see them before? He rested a hand on his heart, willing it to stop beating so fast. Even as a little kid Landon hadn’t liked the cemetery, seeing a ghost or two over the graves freaked him out. It wasn’t a gift being able to see them, it was a curse.

Vallerie pulled the watch out of his pocket, it felts so warm. He opened it again to see the dials turning way too fast, only slowing down as he willed the ghosts to leave his room again, his mood calming down a bit. Landon was such a git. How many times had Vallerie hurt him? Pushed and shoved him, called him names, got him in trouble and yet Landon followed him around like a puppy dog, snuck him food when he wasn’t supposed to eat. What the hell was wrong with Landon? He looked over at his grandmother’s spirit as she sat dozing on his bed, as if she could answer his question. Maybe she could, but he wouldn’t be able to understand the answer.

“Obaasan,” he snapped, her eyes opened slowly, “Go away.” He motioned for her to get off of his bed and get out of the room and the ghost did so, mumbling to herself about unappreciative, ornery children. He had to leave that night. He couldn’t stay there. Not with his dumb brother, weak mother and tyrant of a father. If James was going to leave town..well he’d leave town too. He grabbed some clothes, shoving whatever he could in a burlap sack. Just the necessities and what few coins he had left from his mothers constant doting. If only he could take her with him. They could travel all the way back to California together. He’d never been, and he knew she missed her home, her family, her old life. The south was nothing like what California had been. But right now he could only support himself..maybe.

Only when it was dark enough for the first stars to start shinning through the sky did Vallerie sneak through the house, careful about not making any noise. He skipped loose floorboards, avoided running into things. He was in the home clear! Until he stepped outside and there was an all white figure.

It was surely not a ghost. No, it was something much more human, something much more horrifying.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Vallerie pushed the bag as far back, out of the Klansman’s sight. “I’m leaving,” he said quietly, trying to stare his father down, through those eyeholes cut out of that terrible mask.

“You get back in the house or you’ll be joining him on the tree.”

At the thought of being lynched along with James, Vallerie’s heart jumped. That pocket watch of his was starting to feel warm again. He watched as a spirit wafted about them. Take out the watch. He did, and flicked it open, watching the dials spinning about. It felt alive in his hand. But it was sucking, sucking, sucking. But was it trying to suck up into it? It was thirsty, but he didn’t know what a watch would want to drink. Point it at him. His father was snickering. His father was reaching toward him and before Vallerie knew it he reached his arm out, as if punching his father in the chest, but with the pocket watch still in hand. The spirit was laughing and the pocket watch was getting warmer, warmer, it was hot, burning. But he couldn’t let go. And he couldn’t see his father through all that white. Before he knew what was happening it was over, his father dropped to the ground, and the watch slipped out of his hand.

His heartbeat returned to its normal pace, but it was stronger than before. And the spirit wouldn’t stop laughing! “Be quiet!” Vallerie hissed, looking at his hand. It wasn’t even red, but surely it should have been charred from how hot that watch had been. Follow me. Vallerie looked at the spirit. It wasn’t human…

“Vallerie?” he looked back, his brother standing in the doorway of the house, eyes wide in shock. How much had he seen? But the spirit was going and Vallerie fled after it, leaving the watch and his father’s body behind.

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It was late in the night..or perhaps it was more appropriate to say, it was very early in the morning. Either way, the fluorescent lights of what some described as a lair or a lab were not doing their job in keeping Vae awake. He sat at one of the many work benches that seemed to fill the seemingly endless space, hands posed over a piece of machinery that he had been working on but the boy’s head kept nodding down as his eyelids became heavy.

There was no use trying to fight it. Even the best had to sleep sometime, right? Perhaps he could invent something to cure sleeping… It’s not that the male hated sleeping or even mildly disliked it. In fact, he loved shutting his eyes and traveling to oblivion. However, he had so many contracts and so many deadlines that sleeping just got in the way of fulfilling them. Sometimes one of his more coherent ghosts would ask him why he cared so much. He was secretly the richest man in the world, after all. Countries came to him for any advancement in technology that they were hoping to achieve.. It’s not like they could do shit if he missed his deadline. But he just waved those ghosts off and told them to go back to the ceiling with all the other spirits and souls if they wanted to hang around him. Being a necromancer, the dead were naturally attracted to him. And Vae had learned to live with that after over a hundred years of existing as a pre-puescent teenager. He let a select few interact with him and the rest just floated around above him until he called upon one. The last time Vae had looked at the ceiling he guessed that nearly a million ghosts were in his underground home.

“C’mon,” he said, looking down at what seemed to be a pile of dog bones, “Let’s get some sleep.” The pile of bones popped up, forming what seemed like..a dog, really. Its tail wagged happily as it followed Vae down the row of workbenches, head held high as it raced ahead and then back to Vae before running ahead again. It didn’t take long for Vae to reach one of the many hammocks he had scattered about the main floor for instances such as this when it was too much of a pain to make his way to one of the actual bedrooms he had installed in the complex. The boy sighed as he sat down, his youthful face looking tired as he pulled off his goggles, tossing them carelessly on the ground. They wouldn’t break. He picked the seemingly animated dog bones as if it were a real puppy—it had once been a real puppy, and Vae hadn’t been abashed at all when it had died on him. He just removed everything to get to the bones and tied the dog’s soul back to the bones. His puppy would be with him forever! And wouldn’t be rotting. Or making poopies on the ground in his home. Yep, he was definitely the best pet ever. “Mm,” he mumbled as he curled up on the hammock with the dog, shutting his eyes. He was too tired to even pull his heavy boots off. Gosh, wasn’t he the perfect image of a mad scientist? With his unkempt brown hair, his goggles and boots. If only he could bring himself to wearing a lab coat.

However, it seemed like he had only shut his eyes for a moment before this incessant siren went off. But as Vae sat up, looking around the lab to see what was going on he realized the siren was inside of his head. “Fuck,” he muttered unhappily, climbing out of the hammock, leaving his pet to seemingly sleep. Could bones sleep? Apparently they could. He rubbed his eyes, stumbling down the aisles. He had to get that noise to stop, but he was more alarmed about why it was going off. It’s not that Vae was going crazy and hearing things. Being technology savvy, Vae had modified himself after all. Chips in his brain, enhancing certain things, giving him abilities that only a normal human could dream of. One chip he had modified recently was an alarm system. If an alarm went off in his head, only he would know about it. An intruder would think they hadn’t tripped off any alarms or whatever.

But how could there be an intruder? They were in a metal bubble. Or rather, quite a few metal bubbles installed under every continent and all of the oceans that seemed to seamlessly flow into each other, but what was really happening was that one was being teleported from one end of the earth to the other, hopping from bubble to bubble without even knowing it. That seemingly endless workspace that Vae worked in was under quite a few countries actually. It was hard for most people to wrap their head around, so Vae didn’t bother to explain it to anyone who had the privilege of getting into his home. But how could anyone get in without the proper authority? The walls were at least ten feet thick, each an impenetrable mass. One would have to, well, teleport to do so. But only Vae had that technology, right? He hadn’t bothered to share that with anyone yet. Sure, he had plenty of stores up on Earth. It was like a parlor trick! He would lead someone into the backroom, shut the door, and seconds later he would open the door and there would be his home on the other side, rather than the storefront. It amazed most, and if they tried it and he didn’t give them authority to do it..nothing would happen. They would open up the door to the same surroundings that had been there before.

So naturally he was stumped as to how an intruder had gotten in! He’d only installed this alert system last week, just in case someone would stumble onto some way to get in without him knowing about it.. And they’d be teleported to a holding cell. He didn’t think it would actually ever be used but the siren in his head was telling him otherwise. Perhaps there was a problem and no one was actually there, the alarm was going off for no reason?

As he entered the control room, he saw through the two way mirror that that hope was more than wrong. There was definitely someone in the holding cell. Vae quickly typed in the key to get the alarm to stop sounding in his head, grimacing a little. Now he had a headache on top of being tired. But he tried not to focus on that, instead he looked at the man in the cell. He was rather attractive, really. Thick, wavy, brownish black hair, tall with some obvious force behind his frame. He was mixed, too, interestingly enough. He had on heavy boots much like Vae’s, but the rest of his attire was much less..eccentric. He just wore a simple pair of dark denim pants and a blue long sleeved sweater. The most interesting thing about his attire was the silver rings adorning a few of his fingers. But Vae didn’t have much time to think about this as he watched the other approaching the invisible force field, trying not to laugh. Most people would just try and walk right through it only to find some..invisible thing—showing blue as they bumped into it for a moment—keeping them from doing so!

He waited for the other to bump into the force field and stumble backwards, with that classic confused expression. But instead the man reached out a hand, the force field turning that classic blue as he came into contact with it before..disappearing all together with his hand still stuck out there. Vae looked down at the control panel, seeing the force field having been deactivated. Why? How? He quickly tried to get it back up but access was denied. How could his own system deny him access? He tried the command again but the man in the room had already crossed over the threshold.

But there was a zombie on the other side! Vae silently willed it to go take down the other man but lo and behold the zombie just sat there looking confused. It glanced at the two way glass and then the man that was advancing towards the door. What the hell was happening? “Get him!” Vae hissed at the zombie and it took an uneasy step toward the man before stopping again and just standing around. Of course, his minions weren’t even going to listen to him now. The feeling of powerlessness that Vae felt at that very moment was what scared him the most. He reached onto the holster on his hip, pulling out one of the many guns he kept about the place, aiming it toward the door. If the guy could deactivate a force field with a single touch, Vae had no doubts that the man could indeed unlock a door with that same, magically touch. Just as Vae guessed, he heard the sound of the bolts moving and then the door opening and there was the man.

“Who’re you?” Vae demanded, aiming the gun at the guy’s head.

The man just laughed as he moved toward Vae. “Nice security system, Vallerie,” he said with a smirk, “It might actually stop someone next time.” He kept advancing and Vae stepped backwards. There wasn’t anywhere to go! He was getting backed into a corner.

But he was even more alarmed as he heard the man say Vallerie. That stupid name. He hadn’t gone by that name in…oh he couldn’t remember the last person who called him that..or at least lived after calling him that. “Who are you?” he demanded once more, angrily, his eyebrows furrowing as he kept pointing the gun at the man.

“Oh you should put that toy down, Vallerie, we both know that I have power over it too,” the man said, motioning toward the gun. And with that simple motion of his hand the gun just..fell apart. Crumpling in Vae’s hands and falling to the ground.

If he hadn’t been scared yet, now was the time that Vae’s heart really was racing and he had to keep himself from peeing his pants. “W-who..” he couldn’t even get it out of his mouth as the man neared him, getting uncomfortably close. He rested his hands on either side of Vae on the wall, his face an inch away with an amused look on his face and a smirk on his lips. Vae looked away. He was the most powerful man in the world! And yet here he was at the mercy of some.. cocky nobody who..was really good looking.

To his surprise the man started kissing his neck, his hands moving from the wall to Vae’s slim body. If only he had become a necromancer at a later age! Maybe then he’d be bigger..stronger.. Not that that would have mattered right now, Vae was too tired to put up any resistance. He just had to make it look like he wasn’t enjoying himself. At least he could keep that satisfaction from this..this..creep. But as he found himself bent over the control panel, holding on it was so hard to not let him know. Vae had to bit his lip, dig his fingers into the panel to keep from touching himself. How did they end up like that, really? A guy broke into his home and was now ravishing him. Somehow it didn’t connect. But it’s not like he could just turn around and ask the guy what was happening. He didn’t answer Vae’s first question, why would he answer this one? And it really did feel..so good.. It had been so long since he’d had sex with a real person. Okay, that sounded weird. But it was true at the same time. Feeling the body heat from this strange man, the breath on his neck, his hands roving over his body.. Vae shut his eyes, holding tighter to the panel.

And then it was over. Vae blushed as he was lifted up by the man, cradled bridal style and taken away. Where they were going, he didn’t know. Vae couldn’t even voice a protest, too tired. Instead he just lay in the man’s arms, watching warily as he was carried off through his home. It seemed like this man had been there before. He didn’t just head to the first hammock he saw. Instead he continued along the edge of the room, heading toward the next door down, following the hallway until he got to a bedroom. It was his bedroom. Or at least, the one Vae had designated as his when he wasn’t busy sleeping in a hammock. How did the man know? But Vae refrained from asking, he only grunted as he was set down on the bed. He didn’t argue as his clothes were pulled off and tossed away. His boxers were gross anyway from their earlier encounter. He half expected the other one to just do him again, but no, the man seemed to have other ideas. He tucked Vae in lovingly and laid beside him after pulling off his own boots, holding him.

“Go to sleep,” the man said, his deep voice surprisingly soothing to Vae as they laid there. At first the man had terrified Vae..and now, he wasn’t so sure what to think. It was too hard to think when he was so mentally and physically exhausted.

In the morning Vae found himself alone in the bed, still as naked as ever. He slipped out of the bed, unsure of what happened. Had that been a strange dream and he just decided to sleep naked that night? It wasn’t uncommon for him to do that! He shrugged it off, slipping out of bed. Oh yes, it was real: he could tell as he walked. But who was that man? He had never seen him before in his life! Or at least, he was pretty sure he hadn’t. But how did that guy know his name? He wondered this as he showered and pulled on a new set of clothes, getting ready for the day. But as soon as he walked into the main workroom his eyes traveled to the thing that didn’t belong.

It was him.

Somehow after getting some sleep in, Vae was more confident than he had been the night before. He went straight for the guy, demanding with all the confidence in the world, “Who are you?” But then he saw the guy was rifling though his things, setting parts aside as he went. “..What are you doing?”

“Stealing shit, morning glory,” the guy responded indifferently, “I’ve been stealing shit from you since you got renown.” He grabbed another part that seemed to spark his interest, holding it up to the light as he inspected it before deciding to put it with the ones he had set aside.

“..What?”

The guy laughed as he continued his search through Vae’s stuff. “You really haven’t noticed your things going missing? Wow, you’re dumber than I thought,” he said sweeping the tiny parts off of the table and into his hand and then into a bag that Vae didn’t remember him having the night before. “Got a little smarter by finally putting in some sort of security system in this tin can,” he moved to another table, continuing the process of looking through Vae’s stuff, picking up an item as he had the one before, inspecting it and putting it back where he grabbed it, rejecting it. “Don’t you have any with a higher capacity? Jesus,” he mumbled, searching through the bin, “Why are you so unorganized? No wonder you don’t notice me coming in and taking this shit..” He pulled out another item part that only he and Vae probably knew what it was for.

And Vae stood there speechless. Sure, he had noticed that something seemed to just..be misplaced. But he thought they were misplaced, not stolen. Hell. And what were his zombies doing while a stranger just grabbed his shit? They were his minions! They should have been eating this man until there was nothing left but bones. He looked around as the zombies just milled about, not noticing anything.

“Oh, them?” the male asked, tossing another part back in the rejects, “It’s not like you’re the only person that can tell them what to do. They’re like children, eager to please whatever necromancer is around.” He glanced at the zombies, scowling in distaste for the creatures. Sure, he was a necromancer. He liked being able to live longer and be stronger and whatnot but dealing with the dead…that was another matter. It was nice being able to tell them to fuck off, at least. “Seriously dude,” he mumbled, sticking his hands in the bin and moving around piles of the little instruments as he searched, “Why do all of these have such low capacity…..”

“There’s another box over there,” Vae said pointing to another bench before realizing what he said, “Wait. No! Can’t take any of this, it’s mine!” He grabbed the man’s sleeve on his sweater, glaring up at him. Damn that man for being tall..and strong..and good looking. But surprisingly the man put the bag down, as if he were listening to Vae. Only, a second later Vae felt himself being picked up and sat down on the table, one of the guy’s arms wrapping around his waist and the other hand cupped his cheek and Vae just felt himself going stupid as he was kissed. When was the last time he had been kissed like that? He found himself holding onto the man, kissing him back as if he were the guy’s girlfriend and he was about to go off to war.

Was Vae afraid he was going to leave soon? Yes. Was Vae hoping he would leave soon? Yes. He was a pain in Vae’s ass. Belittling him and not telling him who he was! But at the same time he had enjoyed last night a lot more than he wanted to admit…and was enjoying that kiss more than he wanted to admit.

When they broke away from each other, Vae looked at the man’s face, in his eyes. They were so close. “Who are you?” he whispered. He couldn’t just have some mad love affair with a stranger!

However, it seemed like he had said something wrong as a look of anger crossed the man’s face and then a pained expression. He rested his head on Vae’s shoulder. “What the hell does it matter?”

“Why won’t you tell me?” Vae asked, his fingers still curled around the man’s sweater from the kiss.

A grunt came from the man. After a moment he looked up, his face not even an inch away from Vae’s. “Really, Vallerie?” he asked quietly, “You should be able to tell. I may be a little older than the last time you saw me..” He sighed as Vae still looked confused as ever. “Landon. I’m Landon. Jesus!” How the hell could Vae not tell? That look of anger came back to Landon’s face as he saw a look of horror cross Vae’s own face after he had slowly come to the realization. “God damn it,” Landon muttered, pushing Vae away from him and grabbing the bag and going over to the bin that Vae had pointed out earlier.

Vae sat there, his fingers touching his lips as he processed what had gone on. His brother. He’d had sex with his brother. He’d had sex with and kissed his brother and he had been attracted to him.. And how the hell did Landon grow up to look like that? It wasn’t fair. Landon was so..so.. hot and it wasn’t fair. Maybe he should have just remained blissfully unaware of Landon’s true identity. It’s not like they could do that again now that he knew! But then..why had Landon done him? Why had Landon kissed him?

He jumped off the workbench after a moment, rushing over to Landon. “Why, Landon?” he asked, nearly hysteric, “Why did you..?” He couldn’t even say it!

And Landon stood there for a moment; his body tensing as he rested is balled up fists on the work bench he was at now, glaring ahead of him. “You know, you always said I was the idiot,” he said, slowly turning to look at Vae for a moment, “But you were the one who was too stupid to realize I loved you.” He watched Vae’s face. “..Bastard..” Of course Vae wouldn’t return his feelings now. He should have just lied. Why should he have to lie about who he was? Love was blind. Why did them being related have to have anything to do with it? He turned back to the bin, searching around for a moment before finding what he wanted. He shoved it in the bang and slung it over his shoulder. “I’ll leave you alone now.”

“No..please don’t go, Landon,” Vae said, grabbing Landon’s arm, “Please..” He motioned toward a hammock and surprisingly Landon followed as he started walking over there. Landon could have easily gotten out of his hold. He’d grown up to be..quite a man. Vae hadn’t had the chance to grow up. He sat down on the edge of the hammock, looking down at his shoes as he sat there. Landon sat down beside him for a second before shifting about and lying down inside the hammock. “You..loved me?” he asked quietly, not looking back at Landon, “But I was awful to you.” Why wouldn’t he be? He was Landon’s older brother. It was his right to give Landon shit.

After a moment, Landon replied, “Yeah. You were.” He stared up at the high ceiling, watching the spirits milling about uneasily. He didn’t like so many ghosts and spirits being around. “I couldn’t help it.” He didn’t want to admit it.. “You were so cool. Everyone wanted you. And you were my older brother. It was so annoying, everyone coming to me just to get to you. And then you started having sex with a black guy? Seriously?” He sighed. He’d gotten over his prejudice about black people after some time. He was half asian himself, he shouldn’t be saying shit, right? But back when they were kids it just made no sense…

“Yeah, I was cool, wasn’t I?” Vae asked with a laugh. He remembered those days. He had everyone wrapped around his finger, didn’t he? He hesitated for a moment before lying down in the hammock beside Landon, not protesting as his brother held him. “I shouldn’t have been so bad to you, though,” he mumbled. After years away from his family he’d regretted not having treated Landon better and taken his mother away.. He didn’t regret the whole stealing Marcus’ life energy and effectively killing him thing.

Landon chuckled, kissing Vae’s forehead. “Oh yeah, I’m going to make up for that.”

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It's a mistake, but who knows
Followed you home, crawled in your window
This life is a trip when you're psycho in love
And I know

Followed your friends, you were not there
Slashed and I cut, I bled in the sink
Heard what you said and you're laughing baby
Slashed and I cut, and I do it for you
I want you to notice when I'm not around
Wherever you are

You're solid gold
I'll see you in hell

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I don’t know why I have so much incest. Seriously. But VaexLandon is another OTP, seriously. Like WulfxSeos. I can’t imagine them seriously with anyone else…seriously. Even if Landon’s such an asshole these days… He used to be so adorable! ..and pervy. Not that that has changed, really. This was getting onto the 15th page (including the author’s notes) on word so I decided to call it quits. That and it was nearly 2 AM and I so much to do tomorrow and I wanted to finish this..

To the person who is a fan of MihefxKahmet all I can say is..don’t worry. Especially since Vae’s in the picture now. You’ll understand later, I guess. I’m probably going to push that chapter up next (but I change my mind so often..) rather than do the three that I have planned on doing earlier (mentioned above)

I feel like I’m really growing as a writer. I can actually stand to reread my things and get absorbed in the actual stories.. my own stories. I was re-reading part of the Antoine and Adrien chapter and it made me really miss them. And then I was rereading the Mihef and Kahmet chapter and that made me want to really move that chapter up.. Shit man, I really got caught up reading random chapters when I meant to write the second part to this.

If you have any requests (even something crazy like..WulfxAdrien), just let me know! I mean..who doesn’t like fanservice.. Or if you just want to see a pairing again that you haven’t seen in a while, just let me know. (: I know it’s kind of early on so there aren’t that many characters introduced yet… I mean there’s: Wulf, Aubrey (okay, Aubrey is one of the few I would be hesitant about writing anything about..he’s kind of..retired in my repertoire), Daniel, Nyhin, Breir, Mihef, Kahmet, Adrien, Antoine, Miles, Dillon and Edwin (though those three were more for a one shot..I wasn’t planning on revisiting them..but I can), Vae and Landon… You can even request characters from my other stories! I might give it a crack… ChrisxKodi shit? Trixie? Nashhhhhhhh fanservice because I love that boy to death even though I didn’t get to write him in that much. He was so important, too!

I ended up staring at my reference pic of Landon for a while while writing this, haha. Mmmmmmm. I’d tap that. I also got rather depressed while writing the second part. ): I lost my 1 card which has all my meals and pirate bucks on it and I can’t get a new one until Monday. It was Saturday when I was writing it. So I was just really..upset. I still am. I have to pay $15 dollars to replace that fucker. I’ve spent too much money this year and just going to see Miyavi is pushing my wallet. Ugh. Give me money. I’ll write fanservice for money. I probably shouldn’t have offered to write it for free in the paragraph above this. And I’m stressed about all of my school work, on top of that. I really shouldn’t have finished this chapter and done homework instead and finished this chapter…later I guess. Sigh. I just want to go to sleep and have hugs and snuggle time AND I WANT MY FUCKING 1 CARD BACK. I’m going to have to eat Ramen tomorrow. Second time this semester. And I have a stupid fucking u. chorale concert and we’re so bad. And fuckfuckfuck. I’m sorry if you’re not cool with a potty mouth (why are you reading this, then?) but god damn ‘fuck’ is the best word to describe how I feel right now. I’m surprised I finished this shit. I mean, I’m surprised I finished this chapter. Fuck.

Oh, and I will be seeing Miyavi in Atlanta, Georgia on October 30th, bitches. Be there or miss the chance to watch me and my girlfriend(/boyfriend, she’s girl to boy transgender) makeout. (S)he’s hot. Mhmmm. Okay, maybe we won’t be making out since her mom and my best friend will be there…… anywayyy. We’ll form a hug train. Feel free to join in.

Reviews appreciated, thank you!