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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
Chapter 6
The two brothers remained locked in the embrace for several hours before footsteps approached. Nathan sat up, ready to fight anyone who came through the door for his brother. However, it opened only a few inches, Jeff's voice emerging from the crack.
"Some vittles for ya bitches," he said with a chuckle and pushed in a set of dog bowls, one with what appeared to be rather dirty water and the other with canned dog food.
Nathan had not gotten anything to drink in almost a day, and he was suddenly reminded of how thirsty he was. It was tempting just to lunge for the bowl of water and gulp it down to sate the roving thirst, but he also had Peter to think about. His brother was smaller, weaker, and more seriously injured. He needed fluid into his system just as much if not more than Nathan did.
"I'll be right back," Nathan whispered in his brother's ear and then got up to bring the bowls over.
The dim, flickering light told him that there were green algae stuck to the insides of the water bowl, but a person in his situation really didn't have the luxury of being selective.
"Pete..." Nathan stroked the boy's sweat-slick hair from his forehead. "Baby, we got some water. You want some?"
Peter opened his eyes slightly, and his chapped lips parted. "I'm not thirsty," he muttered. "You need it more."
"Don't be silly, Peter," his older brother said with a smile, "�here, try a sip of it at least."
He lifted Peter's head and guided the bowl to his brother�s dried lips. Only when the water entered his mouth did Peter actually drink. Clearly he needed the hydration more than he thought. When he finished, a few gulps were left of the water, and only then when his brother was done did Nathan take it for himself.
He picked up the bowl of dog food and instantly his stomach growled, even thought it was far from anything he wanted to eat. There were worse things he could have been forced to eat after all.
Of course first he needed to offer some to Peter. "You hungry?"
Peter's tired eyes closed as he shook his head. "I think I'll throw up if I eat."
Nathan picked up a fleshy cubicle for himself and quickly swallowed it. The aftertaste that was left by the meat was unpleasant but could have been far worse. He could remember an occasion when he was about seven, and his parents had forced him to taste goose liver at a dinner invitation. That, quite frankly, had been much more gross, even though he was loathe to admit it. Since Peter had declined the offer of food, Nathan decided to have more.
After finishing about half of the provided portion, he forced himself to put the bowl away and save the rest for later. Perhaps even Peter would want his ration after a while.
"Nathan..."
"What is it, Pete?"
"I need to pee..." the boy said miserably.
Nathan paused for a moment before going into action, approaching his brother with the intent to pick him up. Peter hurt when he moved, but not enough that he wanted to lie in his own urine.
"I have to do it here," Peter noted sadly. "What if it hurts?"
Instantly Nathan was concerned. "Did they hurt� that part of you?"
"Well... they talked about it... but they didn't."
"Then you should be okay. Now hold on. We'll move you to the corner, okay?"
"Yeah..." Peter winced and made a small noise when he was lifted up, but he was thankful he could control himself until he was in the far corner of the room. Nathan held him so that his front was against his brother's back once they made it, and he placed lips against the back of Peter's head.
"It's okay," he whispered.
Once the flow of urine had ceased, Nathan lifted his brother again and felt Peter sag in his arms. The boy's remaining strength was fading rather quickly, and Nathan was concerned. It seemed Peter had given up already, which was a bad sign. He had to instill some hope into the kid, or Peter was inexorably going to fade on him.
"Don't put me back there..." came the quiet plea when Nathan was about to lay his brother on the mattress. "It smells so bad and it hurts my skin. Please?"
"Alright, I won't... You wanna sit on my lap instead?"
The lawyer felt a nod against his shoulder and seated himself with Peter still in his arms, the smaller being warm and trembling against his front.
"Nathan...?"
"Yes?"
"Please don't let them take me again..."
Nathan wondered if it would be wise to promise his brother such a thing. He would willingly do anything if it meant keeping Peter safe, but they had already been betrayed once before by these horrific people. And what if Nathan was killed trying to fight them off? Peter would be at their complete mercy.
"I promise I'll do everything to protect you. Everything. I'm never gonna give up on you. Please... just don't give up on me."
"I'm... not sure..." Peter said, tears falling down his cheeks and onto his brother's shoulder.
"Please... hold on, baby. Don't give up." After a few minutes of Nathan rocking his little brother in his arms, a hand finally touched his chest and remained there, flat against his skin. Nathan smiled and began to hum songs he knew had helped in times when Peter was little and in need of comfort.
There was a shiver and the occasional sob or sniffle from the boy, but otherwise Peter remained calm. Nathan hoped his brother would be able to fall asleep and thus be allowed a small reprieve from the hell they were in.
Minutes became hours, and although Nathan had no watch or any other way to keep track of time, it felt like evening. Every sound, even the faint scraping of rats moving over the floorboards frightened him, as it could signal the return of their keepers.
"Nathan..." Peter murmured in a slurred voice.
"Yes, buddy?"
"I'm thirsty..."
Nathan felt like garbage now, when he thought of what he had done with their remaining water.
"I'm sorry," he answered. "There's no more left. You want to try and eat something?"
Peter hesitated but finally nodded. What he could have used was water, but Nathan had drank the rest. It was a cruel thought, but Nathan hoped slightly that Peter would be too weak to care that he was being served dog food. Perhaps then he would less likely throw up.
"Open wide, buddy..." Nathan said as he held a small morsel.
Peter nibbled on the food for a while, and though he grimaced at the taste, he was too much in need of nutrition to care.
Thinking back on the empty bowl of water, Nathan cursed himself again. He could have used it to clean Peter's wounds. Nuzzling his brother's head, he continued to feed him until the younger man shook his head to signal he did not want any more.
If possible, Peter had become even thirstier after the small meal, and his throat was starting to feel like sandpaper. He tried to swallow a few times to wet it, but it seemed he didn't even have any saliva left.
"I'm sorry, Pete," Nathan said with genuine regret. "I should have saved it for you. You would have needed it more than I did..."
"It's okay..." Peter rasped in reply, not wanting Nathan to feel anymore guilty than his brother no doubt already did. "I love you."
"Love you too, baby." The older man tightened his hold on the boy just ever so slightly to emphasize his statement.
They both jerked when the door to their cell suddenly opened with a creak and Mick's dirty, foul face appeared in the door crack.
"You two fags're having a good time, I see," he said, grinning.
Nathan held Peter away, hiding his brother behind himself, away from the leering man.
"Jus' checkin' to make sure yer not gettin' any bright ideas," Mick stated, and he began to close the door.
"Wait!" Nathan called out, and he was surprised that the man obeyed his command. "My brother needs water. He needs it really badly."
Mick grunted. "You got enough water when we brought it hours ago. Guess you shouldn'ta hogged it all from him."
"Please... he needs water or he'll dehydrate and die."
Mick paused as if he were thinking over the possibility of his and his brother's new plaything dying before they were done with him. Eventually he began to smile.
"You need that water real bad?"
"Please..."
"How bad do you need it? You want to prove it?"
Instantly Nathan was on his guard. "If you try to come near my brother again, I'll kill you!" he said, eyes black with fury.
Peter was trembling again and had started chanting a desperate plea to his brother about not letting the men take him. Doing his best to shield Peter with his own body, Nathan gazed at the man over his shoulder.
�What do you want?"
"Ya wanna have some fun, city boy?" Mick's grin broadened and Nathan could see a toothpick stick out between his teeth.
"Please just let him drink... What you can get is my gratitude," the lawyer tried, terrified of what the deranged man meant by "some fun".
"Come with me. The bitch can stay here."
"No way!"
Mick shrugged. "Fine, then let him thirst to death."
"Wait."
Mick turned around and peeked into the room once more. "Y'wanna help yer brother or not?"
Thumb rubbing over a desperately clasping hand, Nathan settled his brother on the mattress - which was at least better than a hard, cold floor - whispered some words of comfort and promises to return, and stood up.
"Good... smart boy," Mick said, moving the toothpick around in his rotten mouth. "Come on."
Nathan carefully walked out, wary of the possibility of being surprised by Jeff. But it was only him and his visitor.
"On all fours," Mick demanded. "Like a dog."
Slowly, Nathan obeyed, but he was fearful. Would he be next to be penetrated just as Peter had been several times already? The former soldier sighed quietly when the other man unzipped his jeans.
"Just how thirsty are you?" Mick asked.
"I'll manage," Nathan ground out. "But my brother won't."
A rough, callused hand grabbed and squeezed his left buttock hard enough to leave bruises.
"You ever been fucked before, city boy?" the local asked.
Nathan ignored the question. "If that's what you're gonna do, just go ahead," he said. "But if you break the deal again, you'll regret it."
Now the man's finger had moved into Nathan's ass crack and was fingering his entrance. "Holy fuck, pal, you've got a really hairy ass!" Mick barked out in a mixture of surprise and amusement. "I don't think I wanna fuck this jungle."
Nathan was not sure what disturbed him more about this comment: that Mick preferred Peter because his anus resembled that of either a girl or a child. He tried to remove the thought from his head and only watched as the man wandered back to the front.
"Thirsty enough for a suck, city boy? You got to blow my brother, but you never got to blow me."
Nathan hardly wanted to orally pleasure either of the men again, but it would do him much less damage than being penetrated from behind. As the organ was rubbed about in his face, he tried to ignore the smell of months or possibly years without bathing.
"G'wan. And you'd better not bite me, or else yer brother will regret it."
In response to that threat and the reminder of his brother's condition, Nathan willingly opened his mouth and immediately it was filled with what may have been more foul a thing than Jeff's genitalia.
"Now go at it," Mick directed. Nathan obeyed.
*
Peter instantly began to shiver without his brother's large frame to warm him, and he curled into a foetal position, attempting to preserve the heat he had left. His head felt heavy and somehow muddled and his eyes throbbed painfully whenever he tried to focus his gaze. Of course the pain between his legs was still the main source of his agony, but it was certainly not the only one anymore.
"Nathan..." Peter murmured even though his conscious mind knew that his brother was not in the room with him. Perhaps he'd never see Nathan again.
"Nathan..."
Hot tears appeared in the corners of his eyes and fell onto the rough texture of the mattress he was lying on. Was this what it felt like to be dying? The thought fleetingly appeared in Peter's head while he waited - perhaps in vain - for his big brother to return. The only thing he could do now to provide any sliver of comfort to himself was saying Nathan's name over and over again in the dark and emptiness of his cell.
*
"Oh yeah..." Mick said as he kept his hand over the back of Nathan's head, keeping the man in place and sucking on the still flaccid cock. Nathan had no clue why the man was not fully hard, and he did not think he could go on much longer, lest he should vomit all over the other.
Finally his head was pulled away, and Nathan closed his eyes, prepared for what Jeff had done hours before. Instead, he felt something lighter hit his face. The stench of it told him he was being urinated on.
Mick's hand forced Nathan's mouth open and the younger man thought he might throw up right there on the spot.
"You thirsty enough, you'll drink it!" Mick laughed. "Be glad yer brother gets the water. Although if u puke, he gets nothing!"
Nathan was strongly determined to mentally distance himself from his own body and what was being done to it in this moment, or he would throw up and it would all be for nothing. Peter... He had Peter to think of. If this meant his brother would get some more water, he had no choice but endure it. Nathan tried to spit out most of the urine that got into his mouth and other openings in his face, but the stench now permeated his skin and would be impossible to get rid of. God, he even had droplets sticking to his eyelashes...
"Well, ain't that a good lil' doggie," Mick said when he was finished pissing and tucked his foul member back into his jeans. "Your brother's gonna thank ya."
When he was finally permitted back to the room that had become his prison cell, Nathan had a new bowl of water in his hands. Flakes of dried stew floated around in it, but it was much better than algae.
"Nathan..." Peter moaned, curled up on the mattress and shaking. "Nathan..."
"I'm here," his brother quickly said, kneeling at his side. "I'm right here. I got some water for you, bud. Don't worry."
He turned Peter gently over and saw that his baby brother's teeth were practically chattering from the shivers that seized his body.
"I'm so cold..."
"Don't worry," Nathan answered, scooping the boy into his arms. "I've got you. I'll warm you up and get some water into you."
Whimpering, Peter snuggled as close and humanly possible into his big brother's hold, not just for protection and comfort, but because he was truly freezing.
Nathan immediately noticed that despite the cold he was experiencing, Peter was in fact burning hot. Bright red spots had appeared on his cheeks, and his eyes were covered with a glossy sheen that could only mean one thing. Peter had a fever, and judging from his skin temperature, it was high and perhaps still going up. Why hadn't he noticed this before? Nathan felt like crying.
Whatever it was that had caused it, it could not be a good sign.
"Petey..." the older brother said gently, lips against his brother's crown. "You've got a fever. That's why you're so cold."
"I-I'm s-sick...?" Peter asked after a long moment of silence. The tremors wracking his body only increased.
"I'm afraid so, baby. And this means it's all the more important that you drink plenty."
Nathan lifted the water and tried to coax his brother into taking a sip, but if Peter took any water now, he would most likely choke.
"I don't want to be sick..." he slurred, shaking badly in his big brother's hold.
"Just drink something, Peter. It'll make it better." Nathan relentlessly kept the bowl at his brother's face, continuously whispering to him. He felt as though Peter were four years old again, refusing to take medicine. But after only half of a minute, Peter finally took a drink. When he was finished, water dribbled from his lips, and though it hardly made a difference, Nathan wiped the water away.
"Am I dying?" Peter whispered, as though afraid to speak of the notion too loudly.
"No," Nathan reflexively blurted out louder than he had intended. Peter in his delirious state might mistake the tone for anger.
"No, baby, you're not dying," he added softly. "You're gonna be alright, I promise. We're getting out of here, and I'll take you to a hospital where they can make you well. Pete?"
"I don't feel well..." the boy said with a noisy exhale. "My head hurts... and my eyes, and my..."
"I know, sweetheart. Just try to sleep for a while, alright? I'll be here. I'm not leaving you," Nathan reassured, resting his forehead against his brother's.
"You promise... you won't leave me?" Peter asked shakily. Nathan was all he had left, and losing his big brother now would mean death for him.
"Never again, Pete. I'll be here."
Watching his baby brother with the attention of a mother animal protecting her young, Nathan stroked Peter's face, and though the boy's visage was still swollen and purple with bruises, he found his older brother's touch soothing. Nathan glanced back at the water bowl and thought about Peter's wounds. Those injuries obviously had to be the source of Peter's fevered state.
"Pete, will you allow me to clean your wounds?"
"Mmn..." was the only noise Peter made as he nodded, as though he were casually indecisive about the matter.
The answer made Nathan worry to no end, but he gently placed his brother back on the mattress and tried to ignore the squeaks of pain when he lifted two skinny legs. Regarding the frayed nature of the shirt Peter was wearing, it would be easy to tear away a sleeve without removing what little source of warmth the boy had.
"Pete, give me your arm," Nathan requested, and his brother responded by feebly lifting his left hand toward Nathan's face. The older man unbuttoned the cuff, and as he began to tear the fabric, it occurred to him that this particular shirt had cost over 200 dollars. Nathan gladly would have paid ten times the amount for something that could better help keep Peter warm.
"Alright, baby, that's good. Could you... spread your legs again?"
Peter complied, albeit slowly, and whimpered when the crusts of dried blood in his cleft and inner thighs were broken. Nathan had no choice but to look at the place of damage, and his stomach clenched at the sight.
If anything, the wound looked even more swollen than it had been before. It was a wonder that Peter was not sobbing from the pain anytime he moved. Apart from the dried blood, yellow crusts were present as well, and Nathan gently wiped away the mess.
Looking up at the sound of inconsistent breathing, Nathan saw that Peter was not weeping but continuing to shiver. He moaned a few times but otherwise remained quiet. The older man was not sure of how long Peter could go on like this before he would succumb to his injuries. And if they did manage to escape and find help, how much of the damage done to the young man would end up permanent? Nathan stroked a thin leg gently, but he was not certain if Peter even noticed it.
"How does this feel, Pete?" he asked, carefully pressing the wet cloth against his brother's anus.
�Mmmmm... hurts..." the boy slurred. "But it's cold... feels like... I'm b-burning, down there..."
"Are you hurting anywhere else besides your rump? Like your stomach, or...?"
"I... I dunno... I feel kinda sick..."
Unspecific though it was, Peter's answer eased Nathan's worry somewhat. The pain being concentrated to his behind probably meant that there at least wasn't any serious internal damage.
"N-Nathan...?"
"Yes, Pete?"
"I'm sorry..."
"Peter..."
"I'm sorry I'm not... a virgin anymore. I was s-saving it... for you."
Nathan did not know whether to laugh or cry. He looked away from his brother, head in his hands as he thought about how Peter felt for him. Convention and society told him it was wrong for siblings to love deeper than that of brothers and sisters. Such relationships only reminded him of people like those who were holding them captive now.
"I hate it... I wanted it to be special..." Peter slurred as he moaned. "And now they ruined me... I wanted to be... oh, I dunno, maybe you liked Heidi like she was..."
None of what Peter said, if Nathan could detect the words, made any sense. The boy was delirious, and it only made the older man's worry increase. In his state of misery he had no idea what to do anymore to make Peter better. Removing his hands from his forehead - a twinge in his wrist reminded him of his earlier fall - he looked back and saw Peter motionless.
"Peter?" he asked nervously, fearing the worst. Hand trembling, he felt his brother's neck. A pulse beat there. Thank God.
The pulse was fluttering and fast - much too fast - but at least the boy was still alive. For how long, though? Nathan feared the answer to that question. Unless they could break out of here and get to a hospital, Peter's days were numbered. Whatever infection he had was surely spreading and Nathan was powerless to stop it. All he could do was offer his baby brother warmth, comfort and love, even though he was well aware that love alone would not save Peter.
"Pete...?" Nathan lifted the boy's head and gently tapped his cheeks. The swollen, bloodshot eyes opened and gaze at him for several seconds seemingly without recognition. Then Peter began to weep again. Nathan lifted the bowl of water to his brother's lips, urging him to drink.
Eyelids fluttering, Peter managed to open his mouth and take a sip, but Nathan did not let him take too much. His little brother looked too weak to take much water without choking.
"That's right, buddy..." Nathan murmured. "It's me. I'm right here. I'm never gonna leave you. Ever."

TBC...
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