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Burning Houses	By : madmarch Category: 1 through F > Covenant, The Views: 4003 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own anything... well, I own this computer but often I worry that it has a will of it's own. Anywho- I own no movies or characters in this story. But more specifically- I do not own The Covenant or make any profit by writing about them.

Chapter List
- 1-Burning Houses
- 2-Toast
- 3-Shotglass
- 4-Ash
- 5-Water
- 6-Ice
- 7-Fire
- 8-hotel sheets
- 9-Doors
- 8
- 9
Weeks passed and soon enough they were moving into a new house. Things were back to normal. Or at least that was how it looked. Reid laughed and made jokes the way he always had but something was different. It took Caleb days to really put his finger on it but once he had it was all he could see. Reid was studying. He was spending most of his time at home. He wasn’t using, wasn’t sleeping much, and wasn’t touching anyone.

The more he noticed the more grimly impressed he felt. Reid would come close, stand near his brothers, but never quite make contact. And he never quite looked at Caleb either. Caleb had decided to be patient. To wait and give Reid whatever time he needed.

The doorbell rang and Caleb crossed the livingroom where Pogue and Reid were playing video games. “Did you order a pizza?” He asked casually as he rounded the corner into the front hall. Neither of the boys replied, which meant nothing in the way of a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ but rather a ‘busy’. He opened the door and found himself staring at a familiar but unexpected face. Nicole Garwin walked forward and he found himself stepping back until she was standing inside. Her hair was bound back but not as tidy as usual and her eyes were puffy and red from crying, her jaw set tight and her fists balled at her sides.

“You killed my son.” She hissed low and for a moment Caleb couldn’t fathom words. Somehow he hadn’t thought about this angle, hadn’t even considered her loss.

“I had to.” He whispered in reply, suddenly realizing that he didn’t want her in their house or anywhere near Reid. “You should leave.”

“You’re not even going to apologize?” She snapped louder this time. “They’re saying it was a tragic accident. That he was in the house when it burned down. But I know. You killed him like you killed that other boy.”

Caleb cringed but forced himself to take a step forward in hopes that she would take one back, but it only brought him closer to her. Her hand swung and he didn’t try to evade or stop it. Her palm smacked across his cheek but his head didn’t turn, his eyes still locked with hers.

At some point the hectic sounds of the video games had stopped. Reid stepped into the hall just in time to see his sister slap Caleb. With a pained sigh he grabbed his brother by the arm and tugged him back. “Get out Nicole.” Reid said quietly but sternly.

She seethed when she saw him. “He was so smart, Reid. He was my boy.” Tears welled in her eyes. “He was just jealous. It wasn’t fair that you got everything and the rest of us got nothing.”

Nothing. Nothing but the money and comfort generations of their bloodline had accumulated. Reid’s eyes narrowed on her. “You knew what he was doing?”

She almost stumbled over her own anger but held fast. “He just wanted some of the power too. That’s all.”

“Some?” Reid almost shouted. It was the first time they’d heard him raise his voice since he woke up three weeks ago. “He wanted all of it, Nicole. He almost killed me. He-” He bit into his lip to keep from saying more.

“You never deserved it anyway!” She screamed back. “You should have let him have it! Think of the things he could have done. He was your family!”

Reid’s teeth clicked angrily before his temper finally snapped. “Family?” A cruel smile spread his features. “You think you’re worthy of being my family?” He sounded as arrogant and cocky as he always had but for the first time she saw how much it really fit him. He wasn’t a child boasting of things he didn’t posses. He was a prince pointing out a harsh truth. “You’re blood, Nicole. Blood that I’ll drain if I ever have to see you again.” He watched her pale at his promise and took a step closer. She backed up until she stood outside the door. “I have a family. I’ll kill and I’ll die to protect them.” He grabbed the door and gave her one last assessing look. “If you say anything else about this to anyone, I’ll burn you like your son.”

The door closed firmly and he felt the weight of his brother’s eyes on his back. With a sigh he turned away from the entrance and went to the stairs. He was walking into his room when Caleb caught up, pushing the door to keep it open but not following in. Reid didn’t look back, walking into the room instead and dropping himself onto his bed. “What?”

Caleb hesitated for a second and then finally walked in, leaving the door open. A part of him still worried that the other might feel trapped otherwise. He crossed the room and knelt on the bed. Reid tensed but Caleb didn’t stop, leaning down and cupping one side of the other man’s face with his hand just before their lips met. What started off as a soft kiss, careful and chaste, slowly became more. Caleb’s lips parted to stroke his tongue against the seam of Reid’s. He groaned in relief when Reid finally opened. It felt like forever since he’d last tasted him, last felt that tongue against his, last let his fingers creep up the bottom of Reid’s shirt to fan fingers against his abdomen.

Until that second he hadn’t realized how much he’d needed the younger blond as a lover. He’d thought that their times together had been about giving Reid an outlet. But over the weeks he’d been the one that felt pent up. When he pulled back enough to let them both breathe, his breath shivered out against Reid’s lips and he saw glazed passion in the blonde’s eyes as well as a question. “I missed you.” Caleb whispered, his voice dark but honest.

Reid shuddered lightly as the other man’s fingers stroked up his side beneath his shirt. Careful eyes watched his expression, waiting for some sign of rejection. When it didn’t come, he leaned back down again, taking another deep kiss. Between lips and quickening breaths, shirts were shed. It was when Caleb pulled Reid’s jeans open that the other boy tensed beneath him and his hands stilled, fingers hooked into the front of pants so that the backs of his fingers rubbed into the soft stretch of skin above sex. “Tell me to stop,” Caleb spoke, his voice husky and low. “and I will.” He promised.

Reid knew it was true and some part of him wanted to say it, to ask him to go before this went too far. But his jaw clenched tight like his lips as he laid there on the bed, staring up at the other. Caleb held his gaze as he pulled jeans and underwear down hips and ass, lifting thighs and legs to strip the clothing away and leave his Reid lying naked and sprawled on the bed in front of him. He couldn’t help but moan, his own sex straining against the inside of his slacks. There were no more bruises or scars, no more bones pressing out against thin flesh. Reid was a lean body of pale skin stretched over tight muscles.

Even now there was no faking modesty or shame. Reid was beautiful and he’d always known it. Sitting on his knees between the blonde’s spread legs he watched the other shudder as he grabbed his sex, stroking it until it was hard beneath his fingers and his lover was rocking his hips lightly into the beat of his hand. Caleb felt his chest ease a little at the sight, his body leaning forward until his lips could part and his tongue could stroke across the head of Reid’s dick. He felt the blond jolt with surprise and before he could really wrap his lips around that cock, he was shoved off by a slap of power. His own countered and he never quite hit the wall at the foot of the bed.

He snarled angrily despite himself as Reid sat up on the bed, naked and suddenly flaccid again. “Get out.” The blond snapped.

“What?” Caleb took a step closer, not caring how dark the other’s eyes turned in threatening reply. A part of him wanted to go and not push the other, and yet his feet stayed planted where they were, his knees touching the foot of Reid’s bed. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I don’t want your pity or your soft fuck.” Reid spat. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing?”

Caleb felt like the room was swaying. What had happened? What was he talking about?

“You don’t give blow jobs, Cay!” Reid shouted. “Not like that.” He shook his head, something bitter distorting his features. “You blew Baby Boy like that didn’t you? When you didn’t want him to be afraid of you.” He frowned and Caleb saw the accusation of betrayal burning in his eyes. “You think I’m afraid of you?” Reid whispered and the question was a threat of its own.

“No.” He swallowed and felt his whole body tense under the scrutiny of his brother’s eyes.

Reid hissed and rolled out of the bed, standing and gesturing toward the door. “Get out, man.” His voice softened but his features didn’t, his glare turned to the wall as though looking at him was its own pain now. “I’d rather be a fucking nun in this house than someone’s pity fuck.” He had intended to wait until Caleb left, slam the door, find his clothes, and then brood but it seemed as soon as the words found their way out of his mouth his body was tackled to the floor. He struggled naturally but hands pinned his arms above his head, the weight of a larger body pressing his hard to the carpet.

Caleb mashed their lips into a kiss that was more teeth than lips and Reid was sure he tasted blood. His pulse throbbed in his ears as he felt Caleb’s hard on rubbing through jeans into his naked thigh. “You drive me crazy.” The oldest hissed into his neck before teeth grazed skin their too. “You never listen. You always assume shit. You’re completely unreasonable.”

Reid shivered beneath him, body straining against the restraining grip of his lover’s even though he knew he couldn’t escape and didn’t really want to. “You should work on your pick up lines, Cay…”

Hands tightened on his wrists. “I’ve never pitied you, Reid. Never.” His hips ground into the blonde’s. “Sometimes I think I hate you but I always know I love you.” Reid closed his eyes and swallowed hard, breathing hitching as his hips rubbed up into Caleb’s. The oldest grabbed him by his sides and rolled them so that his back was to the floor and the naked man was sitting on top of him, hands suddenly released. “If you don’t want me that’s fine.” Caleb whispered, those dark eyes of his staring up at Reid. “But don’t pretend it’s me that doesn’t want you.” His hips rolled up so that Reid felt just how painfully tight his jeans had become.

The blond shivered on top of him, fingers crawling down as if on instinct to tug his pants open and push them down his hips only enough to free his thick cock. He watched Caleb’s eyes flutter and roll back as he stroked him. The oldest groaned and rubbed his head back against the floor. “Come on, Reid… stop teasing me.”

Through heavy lids he saw Caleb’s eyes flash black and gasped as he felt ghost fingers stretching his ass and lube dripping from his pucker. His breath heaved as he moaned and felt his already hard cock twitch. “F-fuck.” He breathed, lifting himself and shifting forward until he could push Caleb’s dick against his ass, slowly sitting down. He rocked his hips as he took him in, lips parting wide to gasp as he found himself filled for the first time in weeks.

“Ride.” Caleb urged through clenched teeth, his hips bumping up against him and his hands squeezing Reid’s thighs. It wasn’t like Caleb to be on the bottom, to not have the control. “P-please.” He groaned.

Shaking, Reid lifted himself until Caleb’s dick almost fell out and then sunk back down again, slowly fucking himself until he built a faster and faster rhythm. Caleb’s hand came between them to pump Reid’s weeping sex, making the other ride even harder to get his own sex more attention.

“Come on.” Caleb groaned. “I know you like it harder than that.” He bit his lower lip when Reid moved his hips in rougher, deeper, jerks.

Soon their sounds were melding into one another, building up high and faster.

Pogue swallowed hard from where he’d been standing in the hall, his back leaned to the wall beside Reid’s open bedroom door. Their sounds were vivid in the hall, passionate and frantic. He’d opened his pants and was jerking himself off. He wished he could see them and would have used to watch through the walls if he weren’t positive that Caleb would sense it. Any other time and he probably would have anyway, knowing that his brother wouldn’t mind if he watched, but he wasn’t willing to risk it today and ruin a moment they’d been waiting for for three weeks. He bit his lip hard when he heard Reid crying out in climax and then the sound of Caleb holding onto the boy’s hips, moving him roughly on top of himself, slapping their skin together until he hit his own orgasm.

Pogue’s knees buckled as he came in his hand, body sinking down the length of the wall until he sat in the hall, panting in time with them.

Ha! Two chapters in one day!
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