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turntechGodhead [TG] started pestering timaeusTestified [TT]
TG: are you gonna come over on your own or do i have to drag you
TG: i'm not gonna let you off easy this time
TG: not after the machinations you pulled to try and make it Just
TG: you're staying with me for a while
TG: don't try and fight it
TT: I'm outside your window.
turntechGodhead [TG] stopped pestering timaeusTestified [TT]
You look up from your phone to find your brother, like he said, outside your window with a couple of bags in hand. He looks… worse for wear. You walk over and open it up for him.
"C'mon in," you say as you step out of his way. He flies in, setting his bags down before walking over to the couch, sitting down and burying his face in his hands. "What's with the Shinji pose, huh?"
Dirk looks up at you over his shades, eyes dull and bloodshot. "Why do you think? I'm… fuck, I'm sorry."
You nod. You know that he's sorry. You start floating around the room aimlessly, poking things and rotating in mid-air. "You know I can't let you out of my sight for a while, right?" He nods miserably. You float in closer to him. "And I mean that. Knowing you, you'll probably try to kill yourself to make up for trying to kill yourself, so I'm gonna have to watch you non-stop."
"Even in the bathroom?"
"Obviously, that's where the razor blades are. Speaking of which, you're not allowed to touch anything sharp. Or train, outside of normal working out, which will be supervised so that I know you don't overwork yourself to self-harm." Usually you would beat around the bush more than this, but you don't give a shit this time. It's Serious Dave time.
Dirk nods again. He really does seem miserable. You understand that- he's the one who killed himself, but failed to trigger a Heroic or Just death. On the other hand, you're pretty miserable too. You're sick of your brother trying to free himself from his immortal life in the most dramatic ways he can think of.
You float at eye-level, laying down in the air. "Questions?"
"Where am I sleeping this time?"
"In bed with me."
Wow. Dirk isn't even feeling well enough to give you a look about that, or scold you for your phrasing.
"Can I go take a nap, then? I'm tired."
"Not yet. I have something for you."
You fly over to your closet, opening it up and pulling out the leather collar and leash you got for him. Sure, it's pretty incestuous, but shit. You have to keep him in your sight somehow. Looking back at him, his eyes are nearly popping out of his head. "Is that…"
"Yeah." You fly back to him, sitting on the couch next to him. The collar and leash are both a deep red, and the inside of the collar is padded and soft. "Can you put it on yourself, or do you want me to do it for you?"
Dirk ducks his head, exposing his slender neck. "I guess I did this to myself."
"In every sense of it." You wrap the collar around his neck and buckle it up, checking to make sure it isn't too tight before attaching a small padlock. You clip the leash on and tug gently. "The whole ensemble stays on. I'll only take it off for showers."
Dirk raises a hand to his neck, thumbing the soft leather. "That's fine by me, I guess. It's what I deserve."
You sigh and roll your eyes. "I'm sick of you being gloomy, now. You're getting your gloominess all over my couch," You stand up, holding the end of his leash. "Let's go nap, ok?"
~
Your room is nice and dark so he can sleep, but just light enough that you can study the details of his face. You keep his leash wrapped around your wrist, just for good measure. It's probably for your comfort, more than anything.
You don't trust other people to keep an eye on him anymore. He's an active danger to himself and nobody else seems to take that seriously. He was literally living with Roxy this time, and he still managed to make an attempt.
You're not gonna say that he's yours now. That would be weird, and possessive, and a little incest-y.
But… he is, isn't he?
He's in a collar in your color, on a matching leash that you hold in your hand. He's sleeping in your bed, looking more peaceful than you've seen in months.
Why shouldn't he be yours?
You and the other 21st century humans are the only ones keeping the incest taboo alive. Nearly all the residents of this Earth have some incest or other in their recent family history, at this point. Him and Roxy probably don't have an issue with it…
And Dirk's sort of been yours from the beginning, huh? His Dave stocked his apartment with videos of himself, pictures of himself, probably dildos molded after his own dick. He really groomed Dirk for you, left you with a little present.
Shit, you're getting hard.
You roll over onto your back, biting your lip as you spread your legs a little. You look over at Dirk, making sure he's still asleep, before sticking your hand between your legs.
After cumming in your hand with a strangled groan, you wipe it off and roll back over to look at Dirk again.
His bright orange, half-lidded, but undoubtedly open eyes stare right back.
"Don't stop on my account," he mumbles softly. He gives you a little smirk.
Well, there's your confirmation for whether he cares about incest or not. You tug him in by the leash, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. "Oh god, Dirk…" you moan against his lips, biting gently.
Dirk rolls over on top of you, straddling your hips with his strong thighs. You lift your arms up above your head, bringing his leash with and pulling him down on top of you. His cock presses up against you, hard and needy. You press your lips against his ear. "Want me to take care of you?"
"Always." He groans into your ear, making you smile.
"I always will." You reach down and wrap your hand around his cock, starting to stroke. "You're mine, Dirk."
Dirk makes a strangled noise, hips starting to thrust into your hand. You stroke him faster and firmer. "Dave, I-"
"I've got you. Let go."
He lets out a low whine as he cums on your belly, thick cock jumping and throbbing in your hand.
Dirk collapses to the side, one leg still wrapped around you while the rest of him sprawls out on the bed. He's breathing heavily, chest heaving with a thin sheen of sweat over it. He lets out a deep sigh. "I want a cigarette."
You laugh quietly, before your face falls a little. You look over at him, resting a hand on his chest, playing with his leash. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit." Dirk sighs.
"I bet." You run your thumb over the soft leather of his collar.
"Dying and reviving usually gives me a full-body reset. I come back feeling entirely clean and refreshed, without any aches aside from hunger. But something was different this time, for some reason. My entire body is sore."
"Maybe Skaia's punishing you for trying so many times?"
"Entirely possible." Suddenly, he wraps his limbs around you, burying his face in your hair. He's shaking.
"Dirk?" You rub your hands up and down his back. "It's ok, bro, you're ok."
"I'm yours, ok? All yours." His voice wavers a little.
"You're mine. I've got you. Don't worry."