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Brother's Keeper	By : Bloodylocks Category: G through L > Heroes Views: 3679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Brother's Keeper
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Chapter 7
- 8-Chapter 8
- 9-Chapter 9
- 10-Chapter 10
- 11-Chapter 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
- 23-Ch 23
- 24-Ch 24
- 25-Ch 25
- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
- 28-Ch 28
- 29-Ch 29
- 30-Ch 30
- 31-Ch 31
- 4
- 5
- 6
Chapter 5

Hours later, Nathan caught himself dozing off and checked his watch.
5 AM.
He stretched out his legs, cursing the noise he made in the foliage, and wondered how much further they would have to go before they found a road. Peter was still sleeping, and Nathan gently nudged him awake.
"Peter," he whispered. "Wake up, kiddo."
Peter moaned as he was roused from his sleep and almost immediately he began to cry again.
�It's all real. I was hoping it had been a dream."
"I know. I wish it were too. We have to leave now."
"I can't..." Peter wailed miserably. His rectum still felt like someone was twisting a dagger inside it, and his feet were so cold he could hardly even feel them. "Y-you shouldn't have come back for me, Nathan... I'll only drag you down with me..."
"Nonsense, Pete!" Nathan retorted vehemently. "Did you honestly believe I could just leave you? I'd walk through fire for you, little buddy. You'd better trust me on that."
The older man rose into a sitting position and pulled Peter up with him. Both their bodies were sore from the abuse and from lying on a cold, hard ground for hours, but despite this, Nathan was well aware of the fact that his pains could not even be compared to Peter's. The boy had been torn open from the inside, both literally and figuratively. Asking him to walk, let alone run might already be demanding too much.
"I don't think I can keep up with you..." Peter said with a sad kind of realization. "You should leave me... Mom and Dad shouldn't have to lose two sons... and you're more important than me, anyway."
"Peter! I'll never leave you!" Nathan hissed, grabbing Peter by the shoulders and almost shaking him. "Never! If we go, we'll go together. Do you understand?!"
"Nathan... I love you..."
"I know, buddy, I love you too."
Face twisted in pain and frustration, Peter shook his head, twin tears rolling down his face.
"No... no, I have to tell you this... while I have the chance. I love you..."
"Sweetheart... I believe you..." Nathan was about to embrace his brother to comfort him, but Peter resisted.
"When I wore those clothes... it was for you... I wore them for you..."
Nathan dumbly gazed at his little brother quizzically until he realized exactly what the boy was saying.
"When you woke up naked..." he said slowly, "... you really were showing off for me."
Peter bit his lip and nodded. Eyes wide, Nathan stared at nothing, thinking back on behavior that now seemed so obvious. Peter had been trying to drop hints. He was in love with his big brother.
"How long...?" Nathan asked, his voice much more hoarse than it had been only seconds ago. He could only think that perhaps if he'd realized the truth sooner, they might not be in this mess.
"I don't know..." Peter murmured. He kept his eyes down and only raised them to glance at Nathan every now and then. "S-since I was thirteen, I think... maybe even earlier. That's when I knew I wanted to... have sex with you..."
Nathan, eyes and mouth wide open, could not find any words to answer his brother. Though he had occasionally brushed the thought, he had never seriously considered it... until now. Peter... in love with him. With his own brother...
"Say something, Nathan, please! If you hate me, I still want to know..."
"Peter..."
The boy remained silent. Now was the moment of truth, and he was almost terrified to hear the answer.
"... how could you think that I hate you?"
Sobbing, Peter leant his head against Nathan's shoulder and was surprised when his brother did not pull away from him.
"I'm sorry..." he said between sobs. "I'm sorry that it happened... but it did. I'm in love with you. And here we are, because it's all my fault."
"Shh. Shh, don't say that..." Nathan said as he held his brother tightly. "It's not your fault."
"Brothers aren't supposed to be in love. And I'm gonna die here knowing that."
"It'll be okay," Nathan insisted, though the tone of his voice sounded as though he was trying too hard to convince the both of them.
"We're gonna die..." Peter insisted. "I can't move. I can't walk. I'll slow you down. And you know how I feel about you."
Peter sounded almost delirious, though he continued to look straight in his brother's eyes, through his own blurry ones.
Nathan lifted his hands and gently cupped his brother's mauled little face, thinking that Peter was beautiful even in his current miserable condition. It pained him to know that Peter blamed himself for everything that had happened and obviously thought he deserved to be left here to die.
"You should have told me sooner," Nathan finally said. "Why didn't you tell me, Peter? Were you afraid I would hate you? Find you disgusting? Haven't I always told you that you can trust me, no matter what?"
The boy nodded slowly. "I didn't want you to know I was a freak..." he whispered.
"You're not a freak, baby!" Nathan exclaimed louder than he intended to. "Look at me! I love you. I've always loved you, and I always will. I can't be your lover, but that doesn't change the fact that you're the most precious thing in my life. Do you believe me?"
Peter was crying so hard that he could barely swallow or speak. But he nodded anyway.
"But... if we die..."
"We won't," Nathan argued gently.
"IF... if we die..." Peter whimpered, his tears making bright lines on an otherwise dirtied, broken visage. "Can... can you kiss me?"
Nathan paused, conflicted with himself. Though he accepted Peter's affections, he did not return them in the way the boy wanted. The younger man wanted to know what kissing him on the mouth would be like. But loving him only as a brother, Nathan hesitated.
"We won't die. Not today."
"Please..." came the near silent voice. "Please?"
"...alright," Nathan said after a moment's hesitation. Supposedly it didn't matter so much. A kiss was just a kiss, after all. They had kissed each other lots of times, sometimes even on the mouth, but those kisses had been of a chaste, brotherly nature. It didn't take a genius to figure out that that was not what Peter asked for now. His baby brother wanted a lover's kiss. Nathan brushed the dirty bangs back from Peter's face.
"Close your eyes..." he whispered tenderly as he brought their faces together and very slowly pressed his lips to Peter's, which were swollen and split from the abuse and yet so eager to accept his.
Suddenly the two brothers heard voices in the distance. Peter gasped and his eyes went wide. Nathan hushed him for a moment and looked around. The voices sounded as though they were behind them, and so the only option was to keep going in the direction they had traveled hours ago.
Peter looked helpless. "I can't walk."
Nathan moved his arms a little. They still hurt, even more so after his brief rest. "I'll carry you. Hold on."
Arms around his big brother's neck, Peter held back a whimper when he was lifted, though his cringe was horribly obvious. Taking a deep breath, Nathan took off. As the summer was approaching, the sun was making its slow climb over the mountain range, and though it was still relatively dark, the elder brother could see better than last night.
"Nathan...?" Peter said in a hoarse whisper. His throat was sore from all the crying and screaming, and his swollen, cracked lips hurt when he uttered words.
"Yes, baby?"
"Where are we? Are we lost?"
"No, we're not lost, Pete," Nathan replied even though he didn't have the faintest idea about their current position. His sense of orientation was usually quite good, but under the current circumstances...
"We'll keep going until we find a road," he added, hoping it would calm Peter to know his brother at least had a plan. "And once we do, we'll wait for a car to drive by so that we can get a lift away from this terrible place. And once we�re safe, I'll make sure those assholes get punished for what they've done. We'll be alright, little buddy. I promise."
The arms around his neck tightened and Peter suppressed another sob. "I hope so..."
Another five minutes later and Nathan heard voices again, this time closer.
//No... NO, stay away from us// Nathan thought to himself. //Stay away from him!//
"Tryin' to hide from us?" he heard in the distance. "Think yer so smart, city boy?"
His lungs burned as he ran, but Nathan picked up the speed. The horrible men knew these woods far better, and it was only a matter of time before they caught up. They were also not exhausted and injured like the two young men were.
Nathan was so determined to keep running and protect his brother that he could barely react when he saw something rise swiftly out of the dead leaves of the forest floor. The object was a rope, pulled taught by an unseen attacker. The older Petrelli brother was tripping over it in a split second, and Peter was immediately out of his arms.
Peter cried out on instinct when both Nathan and he were swiftly flung to the ground and lost contact with each other. From his prone position on the ground, the boy could see a pair of frighteningly familiar boots enter his range of vision, and he immediately knew whom they belonged to. He had to warn Nathan... He had to warn his brothe�
"Nathan!"
Jeff, armed with a shotgun and still holding the other end of the rope, stepped forth from behind a tree, laughing almost madly at his handiwork. "Hey there, city fags!" he hollered. "Guess we meet again!"
Before Nathan could get to his feet, the shotgun muzzle was placed only a few inches from his forehead, and he could hear the ominous and somehow magnified sound of the local cocking the firearm. Pinching his eyes shut, he desperately tried to figure out his next move before it was too late. He had been a naval officer. Damn it, he'd been taught what to do in situations exactly like this one. It all depended on the element of surprise. It was now or never...
"Ain't so tough now, are ya, fuckin' homo?" the psychopath sneered.
Nathan's left leg shot out like a piston, catching Jeff by complete surprise and taking out his feet from under him. The big man went down with a rather comical "oof" sound, followed by the back seam of his pants tearing.
Nathan dove for the man and they struggled on the ground for what seemed like minutes. The older Petrelli had just managed to reach the rifle and aim it when he heard his brother's voice cry out his name.
Looking up, he saw for the briefest moment an image of Peter being held at knifepoint by Mick. That second was all Jeff needed to grab the rifle and shove it forward into Nathan's temple.
"NO!" Peter cried as his brother's body crumpled onto the ground. He was silenced with the tiniest of prods into his neck, most likely drawing blood as though stuck with a pin.
Nathan looked up, vision shaking back and forth as Jeff loomed over him.
"Y'wanna kill 'im?" Mick asked as he watched his brother contemplate the ex-soldier's fate.
"Naw..." Jeff replied, smiling. "I got a better idea."
Peter watched in a mixture of horror and despair as his brother was bound with ropes and eventually gagged, just like himself. Mick no longer held a knife to his throat, probably figuring Peter was most likely not a threat. The vile man's hands were instead pawing lustfully at his body, and Peter sobbed through his gag when a finger entered his already torn backside. He was convinced that his captor would rape him then and there until Jeff's harsh voice put an end to Mick's unwanted fondling.
"Not here, you douche bag!" the older man barked at his younger brother. "We'll take them back to the house. Then you can have a go at him. Think ya can wait that long?"
Nathan shouted something through the cloth that had been stuffed into his mouth, and though Peter could not make out the words, it sounded an awful lot like "Leave him alone, you sick motherfuckers!"
And so the long and terrible walk back to the house commenced. Neither brother was carried, and instead led by their ropes through leaves and dirt, stumbling along on tired legs. Mick and Jeff only laughed and congratulated one another for a job well done as they walked, not caring how many rocks they walked over, or how awful it was for Peter to actually walk. Should either of them slow down, a rifle would be jabbed in his back for incentive. Nathan tried to work at removing his gag in vain, while Peter wept, hope probably lost in him.
"Peter," Nathan managed to say, though his voice was muffled by the cloth. He had to repeat himself until his little brother looked into his eyes.
"Look at me," another muffled request came. Peter, though still crying, never looked away until they reached the cabin.
Amos was there to poke at Nathan with a stick until he was shooed away by Jeff. Mick assisted his older brother with dragging their quarry through the house.
The room where Nathan had witnessed his baby brother's inhuman violation the previous night seemed to be their final destination. Nathan was once again forced onto his knees by Jeff, while Mick proceeded to drag a now close to hysterical Peter toward the baulk he had been tied to during the rape. In the boy's mind, it could only be associated with one thing.
"Stop squealing, you skinny little bitch!" Mick snarled, aiming an open-palmed blow at Peter's face, which made the young man collapse into a trembling pile on the filthy wooden floor. A floor that carried decades of filth, grease, and various dried bodily fluids.
Mick gazed imploringly at the master of the household, and Jeff gave a slight nod, translated simply as "go ahead".
Grinning practically from ear to ear, Mick began to unbuckle his belt.
"NO!" Nathan roared past his gag, his voice still muffled. "You fucking bastards!"
"Shut up!" Jeff snapped at him, fingernails digging into his throat. "Shut yer fuckin' mouth before I make you swallow hot coals."
Nathan growled hatefully at the man but otherwise remained silent. Within seconds, Mick had Peter placing his arms around the baulk without the reliance of ropes. The boy could only be obedient now and hope the rape went quickly.
The very idea that the vile men no longer needed ropes for Peter caused Nathan to close his eyes before he would have a chance to see whatever would happen to his brother next. But Jeff noticed this and slapped the back of the man's head.
"You watch. You get to see what you and your fairy brother caused."
Nathan started shaking his head frantically. He would not watch Peter get raped once more. His heart could not bear it. Being forced to listen to his poor brother's cries of pain and despair would be awful enough.
"No, please don't! Take me instead!" Nathan pleaded on a whim. His words were muffled by the gag, but he was certain that the man behind him understood his message perfectly well.
"Come again, pal?"
"Please..." Nathan said with a choked sob. Tears were now flowing freely down his cheeks. "Please..."
Jeff actually bothered to rid his captive of the gag and then proceeded to call out to Mick. "Hey bro, hold it for a bit! This one has something to say to you!"
Jeff seemed to have gotten his brother's attention right on time, because the other man's dick was hard and just about to enter between Peter's shaking legs.
"What?"
"He's got something to say to you," Jeff repeated, pinching one of Nathan's cheeks as though the bound man were a precocious child. "Go on. Tell him."
Nathan hardly wanted to know what the treatment his brother had endured felt like, but thinking of that agony done to his baby brother made his resolve all the more powerful.
"Don't hurt him. Please don't rape my baby brother. Take me instead."
A sinister smirk twisted Mick's scruffy face as he turned to face Nathan. "You ain't as pretty as your brother."
"I'll be good," Nathan replied, tears hitting the floor as he bowed his head in submission. "I won't fight. Just do it to me instead."
"Why should we?" Mick asked with a leer. He wrapped a forearm around Peter's throat and flexed it to the point of choking the boy.
Peter's eyes were wide and now also threatened to bulge. "Nathan...!" he rasped, the shock obvious on his visage. "W-what are you"�
"I beg you," Nathan interrupted, looking his little brother straight in the eye. "Do what you want with me, but don't hurt Peter. He's just a little boy. I'm the one who defied you and tried to escape. You should punish me, not my brother. He did nothing wrong."
Jeff emitted a cruel bark of laughter. "Well, lookie here! I think we've got ourselves a real martyr here!"
He smacked the back of Nathan's head, but the lawyer barely even reacted. He was anxiously waiting for their captor's decision regarding the punishment.
"I'll tell you what," Jeff said after a moment's consideration. "I'll let you blow me and show us what you can do. If you're good enough, we won't touch yer lil' bro. That's a promise, right, Mick?"
The deranged local winked at his brother, who responded by licking a trail over Peter's cheek. "Fine, he admitted.
Jeff turned to Nathan again and sliced the ropes binding his hands with a pocket knife. The older Petrelli brother gazed up warily at his captor, waiting for further instructions.
"Strip," Jeff commanded. "Everything. I wanna see what you got."
Without a moment's hesitation, Nathan began removing the clothes he had left. His shoes were muddy and broken at places, and many of the seams in his pants were torn, but the clothes had still offered some protection. When naked, he glanced at Jeff again.
�You ready, handsome?� his captor inquired.
Nathan nodded vehemently, desperate to do anything in exchange for mercy on his brother. Mick only chuckled and threw Peter to the ground, and the young man yelped upon impact with the floor. Nathan found himself hoping his brother had not landed on his broken nose.
At the sound of a zipper being opened, Nathan shut his eyes and tried to concentrate on blocking out what was about to happen. Even when he obeyed the order to look up, only to find a vile-looking exposed penis inches from his face, he forced himself to ignore the very idea of what he had agreed to.
"You afraid of my dick, boy?" Jeff asked, a sickeningly amused grin on his face. "Go on, or we break the deal."
The thing smelled horrible and would no doubt taste even worse.
"Open wide."
Nathan warned himself not to gag as his lips parted, but he hesitated. In the corner of his eye, he saw a curled up figure shaking on the floor.
"Be a good boy and take yer medicine."
It was not the first time he performed this particular act on a man, but last time had been over a decade ago, and his partner back then had not smelled like he'd just crawled out of a garbage bin or sewer. Nathan glanced at Peter again, realizing that his brother had curled up in a foetal position, probably as an instinct to protect his most vulnerable body parts. Mick knelt by the boy and began to stroke his hair and back in a sickening caricature of tenderness.
"Don't you wanna see what your big brother does for you?" the man asked, his filthy fingers squeezing Peter's jaw and forcing his face in the direction of Nathan and Jeff. "Go on, look. I hope ya have a way to pay him back later!"
Nathan held his breath as he closed his lips around the head of Jeff's cock, and immediately a violent wave of nausea coursed through him. //I will not throw up... I will not throw up//
He kept repeating the phrase in his head while he took more of the hideous organ into his mouth.
Jeff decided to have further fun with his victim by thrusting his hips forward, nearly choking the other man. Mick barked out a loud laugh at Nathan's reaction and shook Peter by the shoulders. The boy cowering under his touch tried to hide behind shaking hands, but the man pulled them away with a reprimanding noise.
Nathan almost thought he should bite down to hold back the sickness he felt deep inside, but he thankfully stopped himself before he could do something he would deeply regret. Moaning, he stroked the throbbing organ with his lips and prayed to God that Jeff would soon orgasm.
"C'mon, bitch," the horrible man standing before him said, fingernails digging into the ex-officer's scalp. "Our last girl had better lips than you, so you gotta work extra hard."
"Fuck his face, Jeff!" Mick shouted encouragingly as his brother began to thrust into Nathan's mouth once more.
"Damn it, you can do better than that!" Nathan heard as he felt the urge to throw up. He had no choice but to back out and take a breath of air.
"I'm trying," he muttered.
"I'm not very impressed," Jeff stated critically, rubbing the moist head of his cock against Nathan's cheek. "Yer brother's tight little ass felt much better than yer mouth. If ya don't do better, I'm havin� him instead."
"No, please no..." Nathan whispered in despair. His throat hurt from the assault and he was convinced that he would eventually throw up, but the urge to spare Peter from the agony and humiliation of being raped again drove him to continue.
Peter watched as his older brother did his best to perform oral sex on his rapist simply to save him, and large tears slowly trickled down his cheeks. He still couldn't fathom that Nathan had offered himself. It went against his brother's basic character to submit, and yet he did it so readily in promise of Peter being spared. Especially after his confession out in the woods, Peter was surprised Nathan even wanted to be near him.
"Hold up," Jeff said, interrupting Nathan's progress. "Hold up, I know what's wrong..."
He pulled away from a confused Nathan Petrelli, only to bring his knee forcefully upward hitting the younger man square in the face. Dazed and in pain on top of nauseated, Nathan would have fallen to the floor had Jeff not grabbed his head and led it back to his cock.
"Much better," the man said as he plunged into the open mouth and enjoyed the muffled moans which followed. Mick cheered his brother on, while Peter took advantage of his guard's distraction by closing his eyes to temporarily block out the horrible image.
Quaking hands clinging to his attacker's legs, Nathan weakly tried to stimulate Jeff's member as he was forced against it at the same time until finally the penis left his mouth and spurted pearls of filth into his face.
"Do the strawberry shortcake on him!" Mick bellowed cheerfully, grabbing Peter by the hair and nuzzling the crying boy's exposed neck. Peter did not dare look away, and indeed the nosebleed combined with the semen covering his brother's face did look like a bizarre imitation of a strawberry shortcake filling.
Nathan said or did nothing the seconds following Jeff's climax. His face ached vehemently from the blow, and he could feel his own bodily fluids mixing with the rapist's. Knowing that Peter was forced to watch it happen filled him with dread, but there was nothing he could do. He had sealed a deal with the two men, giving his promise not to resist whatever they choose to do. As long as Peter would remain untouched...
"Sorry pal, I'm not convinced," Jeff suddenly said to Nathan's terror. "You didn't do a good enough job. I guess we're having your baby bro after all."
Without thinking, Nathan made a mad dash at Mick with every intention of stopping what was about to happen. He made it halfway when a blow to his abdomen knocked the air out of his lungs and sank to the floor, gasping. Jeff prodded at the cowering man with his shoe tip, shotgun cocked and ready in his hand.
"Not so fast, you scumbag. Take it like a man!"
Nathan fully realized that their captors had broken the deal when Peter's agonized screams started only a few feet from him. But this time he could not watch. He could not bring himself to witness what he had tried so hard to prevent. Instead, he was now the one to curl up on the floor with Jeff keeping a gun trained on him the whole time. He lay there in a heap like a beaten dog, hiding a face splattered with blood and semen, weeping silently.
He had failed Peter.
After several minutes, which had passed as though they were hours, Mick gave a satisfied grunt as though he had finished a hearty meal. Nathan briefly considered that at least it was all over, but he heard Jeff give an objection, and soon Peter was crying out again, though this time the strength had all but gone from his voice and he mostly whimpered and sobbed. Once he was finished, Jeff threw Peter back down, right beside his brother.
"Nathan�" Peter moaned as he reached out for his big brother's hand, barely any strength left in his limbs. Before Nathan could react, the two of them were lifted up and hauled away like sacks of rice.
Peter, who was judged unable to walk on his own, was thrown over Mick's shoulder while Nathan was shoved forward by Jeff, who used his shotgun like an electric cattle prod.
"No, please..." Nathan objected weakly upon realizing that they were to be taken down to the basement. He hardly dared imagine what could be found there. Rats and other vermin to be sure. Toxic mold? Various instruments of torture? Remains of previous victims? The mere idea of finding human remains threatened to make Nathan's stomach rebel again.
"Move!" Jeff growled, poking the young lawyer in his already bruised ribs.
Nathan obeyed � not having much choice � and threw a quick glance over his shoulder at his brother. Peter had stopped making noises and his body seemed to have gone limp over the man's shoulder. Nathan wondered if Peter had perhaps already lost consciousness. He almost hoped that the poor thing had.
Nathan nearly lost his balance on the stairs and would have fallen to the bottom had he not grabbed a handrail at the last moment. He was prodded again with the gun and ordered to continue down the stairs.
On a rather caved-in looking sofa sat the older woman. She objected to Jeff and Mick's entrance, and at first Nathan wondered if she would help. However, he quickly realized she did not want people downstairs disrupting her napping. Following a few obscenities from her sons, she angrily trudged up the stairs to sleep elsewhere.
Mick and Jeff proceeded to bring the Petrelli brothers aside to a door. Nathan attempted to prepare himself for whatever may have been on the other side of that door, but when it was opened, he saw that the small room was mostly bare. No tools, no bodies... just a dirt floor and a mattress stained with blood and urine.
He was not allowed to take in the surroundings for long. Jeff thrust the shotgun pipe into the small of his back and Nathan fell forwards from the blow, landing on his hands and knees. Pain shot up like white-hot lightning through his left wrist. Probably just a sprain, hopefully not a fracture. Not that it mattered much either way. Their chances of survival decreased by each passing minute.
Peter was thrown in after his brother, and the boy cried out when his abused little body impacted with the cold concrete floor of their new cell. Peter did not even attempt to get up, and Nathan was kneeling by his side the following second.
"Enjoy your stay!" Jeff barked and with that the door was slammed shut, trapping the two brothers in a room that had neither windows nor furniture, just a filthy old mattress that gave the lawyer a very clear picture of the situation. They weren't the first prisoners to be kept here.
"Peter...?" Nathan whispered, directing his attention back to Peter. The boy opened his swollen, watery eyes at the mention of his name and reached up a trembling, unsteady hand to touch Nathan's face. Nathan took it in his own and kissed the still-soft skin.
"I'm here, baby..." he said in a thick voice. "It's alright, they're gone now..." He gently worked his arms in under Peter's body and stood up, heading toward the mattress carrying his brother.
Kneeling down, he lowered the battered frame of his brother down, and would have settled him there had Peter not kept a surprisingly strong grip on him. Thin fingers grasped at Nathan's shoulders like claws when Peter realized he was being put back down.
"No," Nathan quietly reassured him. "It's okay. I've got you, just let go. I'm here."
Finally, Peter's hands released and he lay down on the rough cushion, though his body remained twisted and tense.
"It's okay, sweetheart," his brother whispered. "Try to relax. What hurts?"
"Everything," Peter croaked out as he shut his eyes for several seconds. Fat tears rolled down his face and Nathan instinctively wiped them away.
"Nathan?" the boy said with a broken voice.
"Yeah?"
"I wanna go home."
Hearing those childish words come from his little brother made Nathan hold back tears of his own. "I know, buddy. So do I."
"Nathan... Can you hold me?"
"Of course, sweetheart."
The older man carefully placed himself on the mattress beside his brother, wary of touching Peter due to the boy's injuries and pain. To his dread, Nathan could feel that a fresh stain of blood had already formed under the boy's pelvis, and it didn't take much to figure out where the bleeding originated.
"I'm bleeding, aren't I...?" Peter whispered, as though he could read his big brother's thoughts. "I can feel it..."
"Yeah, but don't worry about it. It's probably nothing. It'll stop soon, I promise." Nathan had no idea whether this was true or not, but at the moment calming Peter was all that mattered.
"But... what if it's really bad?" Peter had always paid attention in biology classes, and he remembered a thing or two about how sensitive places like the mouth and anal passage were. Too often he found himself looking through anatomy books at various forms of gangrenous or trauma-induced body parts.
"What if I bleed to death?" he asked nervously, now seriously thinking about the idea of possible permanent damage.
"Do you want me to try and make it stop?"
"At least look at it," Peter begged.
There was only one light in the room, and the surprising thing was that the men of this horrible place had left it on instead of leaving the two brothers in total darkness. The aging bulb hanging from the ceiling was not much, but it would have to do. Nathan carefully removed himself from his place behind Peter and took a closer look at his various wounds.
Bruises and swellings covered the boy basically from head-to-toe, and he also had several abrasions on his lower body from being dragged and thrown around. Peter still wore the shirt Nathan had put on him, although the garment was dirty and torn in several places by now, it was something, and Nathan did not want to take it off his brother unless he had to.
"Lie down on your back, sweetie," he gently instructed, and the boy obeyed after a moment's hesitation. Peter's face was a stiff mask of agony and fear, and his small hands spasmodically fisted the filthy fabric covering the mattress.
"That's good, little buddy," Nathan said and even managed to give a sad smile. "I'm going to have to spread your legs. Will you be... okay with that?"
He realized what a sensitive question it was for someone who had just been brutally raped, but there was barely any reaction from Peter. The boy nodded weakly, his head lolling against his left shoulder.
Nathan was almost hesitant, but he knew he had to inspect the area. For all he knew, the damage might not even be so bad, once the blood was cleaned away. As gently as possible, he touched the halves of his brother's rump and pulled them apart.
Peter instantly gasped and let out a sob, covering his face. He was in pain as well as humiliated. He wanted to curled up into a ball and vanish, but since he could not, all he could do was hide his agony stricken face.
"It's alright, little guy," Nathan reassured him. He felt a little idiotic saying it. This was not some scraped knee from a fall off of a bike. And the damage done could not be fixed with ice cream or jokes. Peter was no child anymore, and he had been hurt far worse than he could have conceived.
"Yeah, you're still bleeding," the elder brother stated.
Peter's anus was swollen and puffy and actually reminded Nathan of a small, round wound between his brother's buttocks. He figured that touching the area was a bad idea, so he did not do it. Knowing full well that there might be some damage on the inside, as well, Nathan regretted not being able to do more for Peter. He was not a doctor, and even if he had been, he had no supplies to work with. He didn't even have anything that could soothe the boy's pain. There had been a package of aspirins in his trouser pocket, but his pants were long gone, just like all his other clothing items.
"I'm sorry, Nathan..." Peter suddenly said.
"Why, baby?" the older man asked softly, stroking his baby brother's hair. "You have done nothing wrong."
"I'm sorry... you... I can't believe you did that... for me," Peter murmured, and this time Nathan immediately knew what he was referring to.
"Peter, listen to me. When I said I love you more than anything in the world, I really meant it. I'd give my life for you. Do you believe me?"
Peter looked him fully in the eyes and took a few quivering breaths before he responded. "Why? I told you... I was in love with you... I asked for a kiss..."
Nathan shook his head, refusing to give up. "It doesn't matter. No matter what happens... you're still my baby brother. And I love you to pieces."
"Hold me."
"Sure." And Nathan dutifully went back to his original position, only this time Peter faced him, face nuzzled in his chest both for warmth and emotional protection. Now they only had each other.
TBC...
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Brother's Keeper