For Biblii, who asked for something cute and fluffy, where the characters are in their 20s with an adorable, fluffy pet. I don't usually write cute and fluffy things. Like... AT ALL. So hopefully this is what you wanted! I hope you like it.

A Slave For You

My name is Evan and I'm a jerk.

I'm a jerk and I have always been a jerk. I can proudly admit that. I don't care much for other people or their sensitivity. I'm upfront, truthful, and unashamed. Over the years, this hasn't really garnered me too many friends. It seems people don't appreciate honesty as much as they say they do.

Well, fuck them, because Isaac is the only friend I need. We've been best friends since we were, oh... I'd say about ten or so. Even then, I was a complete asshole, but Isaac didn't seem to mind. He thought it was funny and kept me around for laughs. Over time, I guess being around me all the time made him genuinely like me. Or perhaps he still just keeps me around for the laughs. I don't particularly care. Isaac is a cool guy either way. He likes the same music I do, he likes to sit with me and watch the game, he talks to me about chicks... He's the typical heterosexual suburban white male.

The only thing wrong with Isaac is Jordy.

Jordy is Isaac's younger brother, younger by four years. He is everything Isaac and I are not: squeamish, feminine, sensitive, hyperactive, childish... Jordy is quite possibly the most annoying person I have ever met, and ever since my friendship with Isaac began those fifteen years ago, Jordy has felt the need to follow us everywhere. Everywhere.

Isaac wasn't even that close to Jordy. It was their mother that required Isaac to take him along every place he went. Apparently, since Isaac was able to make friends much more easily than Jordy (probably because Isaac is smooth and likeable, whereas Jordy is like the offspring of a Care Bear and a mosquito), it was Isaac's job as an older brother to let Jordy tag along and not feel left out. Bullshit, right? What kind of parenting is that? Let your kid make his own damn friends and if he can't, it's on him.

The worst part was that my tendency to be less than amiable didn't seem to bother Jordy either. Every now and then, I would effectively hurt his feelings, but most of the time, he just laughed at me and called me 'a joker' like I was fucking Heath Ledger or something.

Fortunately, college was one place Jordy couldn't follow, at least not right away. Still, when Isaac and I came home for breaks, there he was, ready to talk our damn ears off with all the things he had done while we were gone. It's not even like he has an interesting life. Jordy doesn't do anything. His stories are always full of innocuous, ordinary things that could happen to a person on a daily basis. But there was one time, when he was sixteen, that something important actually came out of Jordy's mouth.

It was the day he stopped following us all the time, and it was the day that I made the biggest mistake I could ever have made.

"Whatcha guys doin'?" Jordy said, flashing us a smile full of big, white teeth as he flounced down next to me on the couch.

"What the hell does it look like we're doing?" I said, furrowing my eyebrows in slight annoyance. I scooted a bit closer to Isaac, concentrating on the television screen. I was battling him in Soul Calibur and he was winning, which was just pissing me off.

"Um..." Jordy rolled his annoyingly bright blue eyes with those girlishly long lashes. "I don't know what game that is."

"Soul Calibur," Isaac answered. His eyes were a duller, more subdued shade of blue. He hit a few buttons and his character picked mine up and pile drove him into the ground.

"Are you mashing buttons, you fuck?" I said, turning to look at him sharply. He smirked and shook his head.

"It's all skill. Worship me," he responded, his voice cool and relaxed despite his smarmy words. Jordy giggled next to me.

"I guess you're just not that good," he said in my direction, flicking some of his shaggy blonde hair out of his eyes. I shot him a glare, gritting my teeth slightly.

"Shut up, you don't even know what you're talking about," I said, wishing that I had laser vision so I could turn that disgustingly lithe, pale frame into ashes. His brother had shorter hair and more masculine figure. He was a guy whereas Jordy was just... annoying.

Jordy shrugged, a smile still on his face, but his eyes seemed nervous. Which they should've been, because I could've gotten blessed with laser vision at any moment. "Not like I even care about that stuff anyway."

"Then why are you sitting here watching us play? Go find something else to do." It seemed Isaac was also getting a bit aggravated that his brother was distracting us from our game. I smiled in a satisfied manner, since Jordy usually listened to Isaac (or went to go whine to their mother), but the smile wiped from my face when he didn't move.

"I just wanted to talk about what happened when you guys were gone," Jordy said. His voice sounded less enthusiastic than it usually did. It had lost some of its usual pizzazz. I glanced at him and he didn't have a smile on his face, which was similarly unusual.

Isaac sighed. "Like what, Jordy?"

The younger boy was silent for a moment or two and I furrowed my eyebrows, curious. Jordy never talked about things that made him uncomfortable. It was usually Isaac and I that made that happen, so he would want to get away from us. I pondered for a second before deciding I didn't care, and I turned back to look at the screen and try to save some face.

"You're probably going to laugh when I tell you..."

"Tell us what?" Isaac asked distractedly, deftly ducking a roundhouse kick coming from my character. I cursed under my breath.

"I mean... it's not even that important. It's so silly..." Jordy was toeing around something, but all I could think about was how it pissed me off that he used words like 'silly'.

"Mhm," was Isaac's only response. He had probably lost interest the moment Jordy sat down, but he had to feign it, otherwise Jordy would throw a tantrum. He may have been sixteen, but he never acted like it.

"Mom probably told you anyway.... I mean... it's really not a big deal..."

"Fucking hell, Jordy, just tell us what the fuck it is," I said, throwing my controller down in frustration as a large KO appeared on the screen and Isaac gave an arm pump full of triumph.

"I'm gay." He said it so quickly that we almost didn't catch it, but we did. Isaac laughed and shook his head.

"Okay Jordy, we aren't playing the game anymore. We're listening to you. Tell us what it really is," he said. I almost winced as I looked at Jordy. He wasn't looking up at us, just staring at his hands, and even if Isaac couldn't, I could tell he was being serious.

"I am," he said softly. "I thought Mom would've told you." Isaac let out a small laugh again, but it sounded slightly exasperated.

"Alright, you got back at us for not paying attention. Now be serious."

"Isaac..." Jordy looked up through his bangs, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. I felt so damn awkward, sitting in the middle of them like that. I would've done anything to get the fuck out of there, but I couldn't think of a good excuse.

"C'mon Jordy," Isaac said, his face falling slightly. "You're not a faggot." The tone of his voice had wavered slightly. The truth was slowly dawning on him, even though he didn't want it to. I cleared my throat, grabbing my controller and messing around with the videogame to distract myself from the weird tension that was settling around us.

"No, I'm not. I'm just gay," Jordy said. He sounded hurt. I hit random buttons on the controller, pretending I was doing something.

"That's fucking disgusting, Jorden," he said, using his brother's full name. I could see Jordy flinch out of the corner of my eye, like his brother and raised a hand to hit him. "You know that shit isn't natural. Why don't you just be a normal human being for once? Fuck."

"It's not... it's not something I can help. I tried not being... this way. But... Mom says it's just a part of life and it's okay that I'm a little different..."

"Well that's bullshit. You're doing it for fucking attention and it's embarrassing. In front of my friend, Jordy? Jesus."

"I'm not doing it for attention." Jordy's voice was so soft, it was almost difficult to hear him.

"Then you're just a fucking freak." Isaac stood up and tossed down his controller. "I'm not going to spend my time around someone like you. It's humiliating and disgusting. God, Jordy, just... ew. You're going to let some dude..." He made a face as if he was horrified, looking at his little brother. "Whatever. Do what you want. But stay the fuck away from me." Still looking horrified, he stormed out of the room. A few seconds later, we could hear the sound of his bedroom door slamming.

An awkward minute of silence followed in which I kept my eyes glued to the screen in front of me. Then, I set my controller down softly. "So... yeah, I'm gonna go." I stood up to grab my coat from the closet and walk towards the door, but then a sound stopped me in my tracks.

Jordy was crying.

To this day, I don't know what the hell came over me. I don't know why I turned around and went back to him. I don't know why I sat down. And I sure as hell don't know why I put my arms around him. But I did. And fuck me for doing it.

"I didn't ask to be like this." He cried gently, curling into my embrace. I cleared my throat, unused to being nurturing and soothing.

"Yeah, I know," I said, rubbing his back.

"He's never going to want to talk to me again," Jordy cried, his shoulders shaking. I guess the right thing to do would've been to lie to him to make him feel better, but I'm just too brutally honest to think of doing that.

"Probably not," I agreed. Jordy let out a sob, grabbing onto my shirt and bunching it up in his hand. I sighed in an annoyed manner and peeled him off of me, disguising it as the desire to see his face. I wiped a few tears off his cheeks for emphasis.

"You'll still talk to me though, right?" He looked up at me with those big, blue eyes and I stared back with my hard, unemotional hazel ones. "You'll be there?"

"You have my number, so... I guess you can call me sometimes or whatever," I said. And that was the first of many mistakes I would make in regards to Jordy. How did I ever think it was a good idea to tell him he could call me? I hated his shrill, girly voice and hearing it over the phone would just be agony. Still... every time he called, I couldn't bring myself to tell him to fuck off. For a few months after he came out to Isaac, Jordy just sounded melancholy, so it wasn't too bad. However, once he started to get used to being completely ignored by his brother, he was back to his old self.

My second big mistake came when Jordy was eighteen and I was twenty one. At this point, Jordy had just moved into his dorm room for college. He got accepted at the school where Isaac and I had attended. Isaac was back home, having graduated, and starting a job. Unfortunately, I was stuck there for another year as a goddamn super senior, because I happened to fail two of my classes along the way.

One day, around the beginning of September, I was sitting in my living room watching television when I heard my phone ring.

I'm a slave for you. I cannot hold it, I cannot control it. I'm a slave for you. I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it.

I sighed. It was Jordy. He had stolen my phone and bought the ringtone to be "exclusively" for him. I tried changing it, but he would throw a fit if he called and didn't hear it, so I just relented and left it alone, choosing to keep my phone on vibrate in public.

"What do you want?" I said, putting the phone to my ear as I answered.

"Hello to you too," Jordy's voice said through the speaker. He giggled. "I want to visit you! What are you doing?"

"Um..." I searched my mind, trying to think of an excuse not to see him. "I'm... writing... a.. paper..."

"Classes don't start until tomorrow. You can't fool me!" Damn it all. "Come on. I've never been to your apartment before and now I can since Isaac isn't there." He had grown okay with the separation from his brother, though it was still painful for him from time to time. "Plus, my roommate is like... so creepy. He's fat and smelly and he put up pictures of like... purple elf women with big boobies."

"...boobies?" I repeated, laughing. Sometimes, the words Jordy used were just so... cute. Cute? No. I mean annoying and stupid. Yes. That's it.

"Yes, and they're holding big thingies," he said. I could sense his blush before he even started speaking again. "I mean, not like... a boy's... I mean it's like a sword or something!" He was flustered and it just made me laugh more. He was eighteen years old but he acted like such a virginal young girl.

"Alright, you can come on over," I relented. "Wouldn't want you to have to stare at 'boobies' and 'thingies' for too long."

"Yay!" he said before getting directions from me (it wasn't too far from his dorm) and hanging up. I sat back, my eyes on the TV again, but I couldn't concentrate. I could only think of Jordy and the fact that I'd have to put up with his presence soon. If he said something like 'boobies' one more time, I might just have to kick him out.

My mind wandered and I started to wonder whether Jordy had ever had sex. It seemed like he hadn't and he definitely never mentioned it (not that I'd let him embellish if he ever did). It's not like I really gave a shit. I was just curious. I had lost my own virginity at sixteen and had sexual encounters after then as well. Surprisingly enough, more than one girl had been able to put up with me for long enough to have sex with me. Admittedly, I'd even fucked a few guys. But that was something I didn't tell Isaac, for obvious reasons.

I'm a slave for you. I cannot hol--

"Did you get lost?" I asked, picking up the phone.

"No, I'm outside your apartment. Open up!" I ended the call and got up to open the door, letting the bouncy blonde inside.

"Why the hell didn't you just knock?" I asked him, running a hand through my short, brown hair. I glanced at myself in the hall mirror. I hadn't bothered to do my hair that day, so it was just laying flat on my head instead of mussed around.

"I wanted to know if you had my ringtone on," he said, giggling. That giggle. That fucking giggle. It made me want to reach my hands out and strangle him.

"Yeah, yeah," I sighed, going back to the couch and plopping down. "Well, this is it." I swept my hand around the small apartment. "Feel free to explore." I didn't really mind letting Jordy roam around my place. I wasn't hiding anything from him and I trusted him not to steal shit.

He moseyed about, spending a few minutes in the kitchen and bathroom before coming back out to my living room/bedroom. "It's nice. Kind of hot in here though."

"You're the dumbass who's wearing a sweatshirt in early September," I said, my eyes not leaving the television.

"True," he said. "It was windy though." He grabbed the bottom of his sweatshirt and lifted it over his head to take it off. I glanced at him, my eyes lingering when I saw that the t-shirt underneath had ridden up with the sweatshirt. I don't know why, probably because I hadn't had sex in almost a year, but Jordy's body looked pretty nice. His skin was smooth and creamy, his sides curved ever so nicely. I tore my eyes away when the shirt fell back down, putting them on the screen again and trying to forget that I was ever checking out my best friend's little brother. I put my arm up on the top of the couch and sank down into the comfortable cushions.

"So... what do you wanna do?" he asked. I shrugged.

"It's not my job to entertain you. You're the one who wanted to come over," I responded. He walked over to me and dropped down onto the couch next to me so that my arm was more or less around his shoulders. I sighed, but I didn't move it. I wasn't going to let him kill my comfort.

"What movie is this?" he asked after a minute. I could tell through his voice that he didn't like it.

"It's uh..." I pressed the 'info' button on the remote control. "Beerfest."

"It's stupid is what it is," he said. "You should change it." He reached to take the remote but I held it away from him.

"I was watching this before you came. Fuck off."

"But Evvvvv-an," he whined, sticking out his lower lip. I glared at him and he responded by exaggerating his puppy dog face. We stared at each other like that for at least two minutes before I finally sighed and put the remote in his lap.

"Just don't turn on Logo," I said in an annoyed voice, but I couldn't keep the smile off of my face as Jordy shoved me lightly.

"You're such a joker," he said, scrolling through the cable menu.

I woke up about four hours later after having fallen asleep during Steel Magnolias (seriously... what the fuck, Hollywood, what the fuck). There was something in my arms and my chin was resting against it. I blinked, my vision blurry for a moment as my mind tried to process where I was and what I was holding. And then I felt it breathing softly.

"Jesus!" I shouted, standing up abruptly and dropping Jordy to the ground. He groaned slightly, sitting back up sluggishly.

"That's not the most polite way to wake somebody up," he said, yawning and stretching his arms.

"Jordy, there was... that was... we were..."

"Cuddling?" he offered. "It was comfy." He stood up and sat back down on the couch.

"You're Isaac's younger brother, it's just.... weird," I said, sitting down on the edge of my bed. It was placed about fifteen feet or so away from the couch, against the opposite wall and beside the TV.

"Whatever," he said, rolling his eyes at the mention of his brother. "If you want to let Isaac control your life, go ahead."

I narrowed my eyes. It bothered me when people implied that I was doing anything for anybody else's sake. I was the one who was in control of my life. I did what I fucking wanted and people could go screw themselves. "He doesn't control my life."

"You held me in your sleep, which means your subconcious wanted to do it, which means you really want to do it but you're holding back because you know Isaac wouldn't like it," he said simply, looking at some Lifetime movie playing on the screen. I clenched my jaw, moving back over to the couch and sitting next to him.

"That's not true. I just think you're annoying and hate the idea of touching you," I said irritably. Jordy smiled and put his hand on my knee.

"Methinks he doth protest too much!" he said, giggling as I slapped his hand away. He put it back down on me, this time on my shoulder. I slapped it away again.

"I don't want you to touch me," I growled. Jordy just giggled again and started to move his hands all along my torso, tickling me. I moved, my eyebrows furrowed in frustration as I tried to shove him off. "Jordy, stop." He just kept giggling. "Jordy..." That fucking giggle. "Stop!" I put my hands against his shoulders and pushed him down so his back was against the couch. I crawled over him, pinning his arms down with my hands so that he couldn't touch me anymore.

"You're silly," Jordy said, grinning. I glared down at him, hating the way that reddish hue gently hinted at his cheeks and loathing the way his blue eyes sparkled at me and absolutely despising the softness of his skin underneath my hands.

And then, the thing I hate most of all, I started kissing him.

Getting older hasn't helped my Jordy problem. Once I graduated, I decided to stay up near the college in my apartment. It was cheap and better than moving back home. Because of the distance, I lost touch with Isaac. However, since Jordy attended the college, he remained in my life. Unfortunately. And I still hate his face. I hate everything about hi--

I'm a slave for you.

Fucking. Hell.

"What is it?" I say as I pick up the phone.

"Evan... Evan he's gone," I hear Jordy sob on the other end of the line. My heart sinks and I immediately regret the tone I answered in. Isaac and Jordy's father has been sick for a while now. It was serious for a while, but he recently started to get better. I assume something went wrong or there was some sort of complication, and I sigh.

"Jordy... I'm so sorry..." I might sound compassionate, but... well, okay, I'm not that much of an asshole.

"I can't... Evan... you have to help me," he cries, sniffing. I can't imagine how horrible he must feel, here and away from his family at a time like this.

"What is it? I'll do anything," I say.

"Help me find him."

"....find who?" I say, confused. Is his father.. lost?

"Maggie," he squeaks out. I almost hang up on him, but decide I want to yell at him first.

"Maggie?! You called me about your fucking cat?! I was worried that your fucking dad died! Don't scare me like that, Jordy," I yell, frustrated that he had gotten me to care.

"B-b-but, Evan... Maggie is my best friend and she ran away!" He goes into another fit of sobs and I sigh. Maggie is a Persian cat, annoyingly fluffy just like Jordy, and she was given to him as a kitten by his mother after his fight with Isaac. "She was here and now she's just... g-gone."

"What do you mean she was there? You're at school, isn't it against the rules to have pets?" I ask, raising an eyebrow instinctively. I can sense that if he wasn't so sad, Jordy would've giggled in a mischievous, I-broke-the-rules way. "It serves you right that she ran away when you shouldn't have had her in the first place."

"Evan..." Jordy's voice sounds so pathetic. "You said you'd do anything." I sigh, hesitating. "Please, Evan..."

"Fine, I'll be over in a minute."

When I get to the dorms, Jordy lets me in and I follow him to his room. He looks absolutely distraught. I would feel bad if I didn't know it was because of some stupid cat.

"What are we going to do?" he asks, sniffling and sitting down on his bed. As a senior, Jordy lives in a single, so there isn't some annoying fuck staring at us from across the room.

"I guess... we can make flyers? I'm sure if we put them up around campus, somebody will find her," I say, shrugging. Jordy nods.

"That's a good idea," he says and he turns on his laptop. I sit down on his bed with him and he opens up photoshop. We make a flyer featuring one of the many photos of Maggie that Jordy has on his computer with the heading 'LOST CAT'. We put down a description underneath with her name and what she responds to. Jordy insists on putting down both of our phone numbers, "just in case one of us doesn't answer for some reason."

Once we get the flyers printed with the school computers, we walk around campus putting them up everywhere. Jordy keeps one flyer to hold up to people as we pass them, asking if they've spotted his cat. People are sympathetic for Jordy and some stop to console him in his obviously upset state, shooting me glares when I roll my eyes at his tears. What can I say? It's a fucking cat!

We go around the entire campus and then farther, all the way to the park (because Jordy says that Maggie might be looking for some 'time in nature'). I sigh as I look up. It's getting dark and I'm getting frustrated, tired, and cold. "Can't we go now? We've put up all the flyers and we've looked for her for hours. We can try again tomorrow." Jordy sighs, looking underneath the jungle gym one more time.

"Yeah.... I guess we can go..." he says, a forlorn and defeated look across his face. I frown and put my arm around his shoulders, hugging him to me as we walk back. It's purely for selfish reasons. I'm obviously cold and since he's the one making me walk around out here, he's the one who should give me his heat. Yes. That's why I'm pulling him closer. Heat.

When we get outside the dorms, we stop. Jordy doesn't move away from me. Instead, he just stands there, looking sadly past the security guard.

"Can I... can I stay with you tonight?" he asks quietly.

"Uh, no," I say, my voice significantly louder than his. He looks up at me desperately, a tear falling out of his eye.

"Please? I don't want to be alone." I try to avoid looking down at him, but I can't. His blue eyes break me with their pleading stare and I acquiesce, turning him and walking with him in the direction of my apartment.

He sits on my bed as soon as we get there and I go into the kitchen, making some hot chocolate. I've heard it makes people feel better, calms them down or whatever. And, y'know, I can't have some blubbering dickwad on my bed all night. I'm not being comforting or anything, just self-centered. So don't get any ideas.

He thanks me for the cocoa but otherwise doesn't talk as he drinks it. I'm not used to such silence when in the company of Jordy. It's strange and I don't like it for some reason, even though I usually wish for it every other time he's near. So I start to tell him some stories from work, adding some jokes here and there to get him to laugh. He smiles appreciatively, laying down once he's down with his drink. I begin to protest, but then the sight of his blonde hair laying gently on my pillow, his eyes shut with his lashes resting against his cheeks... it shuts me up.

Because... he's so damn ugly... y'know...

Plus, if I woke him up, he'd just start crying again. And I don't fucking need that after experiencing it for a whole god damn day. So I just leave him be and lay next to him. Exhausted, I fall asleep easily.

Jordy and I both wake up around ten in the morning at the sound of my phone going off. I mumble nonsensically, pulling it out of my pocket (having fallen asleep in my street clothes) and flipping it open. "Hello?" I say groggily. "Yes, this is Evan." I sit up as I listen to the other person speak and Jordy watches me curiously. "That's great," I say, but my voice doesn't sound too enthused. "Yeah, definitely. Right now, if you give me your address. Arch street? Not too far from here. Okay. Okay. Yeah, I'll be there in a few. Thanks so much. Bye."

"Who was that?" Jordy asks, his voice sounding hopeful. I look at him and just shake my head, deciding to have a little fun with him.

"Just someone from work. I gotta go, but I'll be back in like fifteen minutes," I say, getting out of bed. He sighs and just lays back down. I smile as I look at him. Because... I'm happy that he'll be out of here soon... of course. And I leave my apartment in the clothes I wore the day before.

It's difficult to get back up to the apartment with the cat in my arms. Maggie doesn't like me very much and she keeps squirming and trying to bite me. I almost let her go, seriously debating on whether it's fucking worth it, but I keep a tight hold on her until I get inside the apartment.

"Jordy, wake the fuck up and get this monster away from me," I say. Jordy makes a noise and sits up. His eyes immediately widen as he sees what's in my arms and he rushes over, grabbing her away.

"Maggie! Maggie, I missed you so, so, so, so, so, so, so so, so much!" His voice is annoyingly high-pitched and happy. I scrunch my face, rubbing a place on my hand that Maggie bit as I go to fall down onto my couch. Jordy continues to talk to his cat and it's only when he starts cooing at it like it's a baby that I draw the line.

"Okay, you have your cat, you can go now," I say, turning on the television. Jordy sets Maggie down carefully and skips over to me, sitting down so that his legs are on either side of my hips. "Get off," I grumble, nudging him away. He just giggles and leans down over me.

"You're the best boyfriend ever," he says, pecking me on the lips. I smile and pull him in for a deeper kiss, wrapping my arms around the younger brother of my ex-best friend.

I mean.


That's not what I did. I totally like... punched him in the face! Yeah, and then I kicked that fucking cat and told them both to go to hell and then karate chopped the coffee table in half.

Okay. Maybe I did kiss him.

But fuck you. Jerks are allowed to love too.