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Vincent didn’t mean to have a crush, but he did. He had a crush on his brother. Long ago, he had accepted it. It was fucking weird; he knew that, but he didn’t care. His younger brother was attractive. Very attractive. When they were younger, he had been so cute. Always following Vincent around, asking him what to do and how to do it. Endlessly curious and always looking at him with the cutest eyes. It was hard to ever resist him when he asked for things. Their mother was a half mom they shared. Vincent’s father had been an absolute piece of work, so she had left him.
Then came Alastor. From the moment he was born, Vincent knew he had to protect his little brother. Always be there for him through thick and thin. Never leave. Never let anyone hurt him besides Vincent himself. They were brothers.
Their next father hadn’t been any better. He was barely able to hold a job down and, of course, beat their mom more times than he could count. During that time, it was up to Vincent to protect Alastor.
“Don’t ever let anyone touch him. You have to be strong for both of you, honey,” His mother had always told him. So he was. He protected Alastor. Took the fall for him when he was about to get beaten. Always stepped up for him. Got a job to make sure he could support both of them. When their mother eventually passed, Vincent had been the one to let him cry, but he didn’t.
Alastor had never been one to cry, even as a kid, but that had been one of the few times Vincent saw him cry.
“It’s my fault, Vinnie. I know it is. If I were stronger, if I had done more. She wouldn’t be lying there in that pit.”
“You don’t need to be strong, Al. I already told you. I will always be there for you instead, your leg to stand on,” he had told him that night. That night had been the first time they shared a kiss. Alastor’s lips had been soft against his. Gentle and innocent. He hadn’t understood what was going on, but Vincent had. He had known when he kissed him that he was taking his brother’s purity; still, he didn’t care. It belonged only to Vincent, and it always would. No one else would treat his brother like he would. Alastor had reciprocated the kiss, his mouth parting so Vincent could lick inside. His soft moans had made Vincent’s cock harden immediately.
Alastor was better than a woman. Better than any partner he could have. They were always meant to be together, and that was how it would be.
Or how it should’ve been.
Shared kisses never went anywhere more. Intimate caresses stayed just that, and despite Vincent asking him multiple times, Alastor always declined to go further. Always told him that it was wrong to like his brother like that. That he felt wrong loving him.
“What’s wrong with it? Everyone around us has been telling us how we’re supposed to feel. How we’re supposed to live our lives. But they’re not us. They are nothing, Al.”
“I don’t want to always be joined at the hip with you, though. I want to be my own person!”
Vincent grabbed at Alastor’s hand as he tried to walk away and yanked him back.
“You are! You just also have me, Al. I have one job, and that is to protect you. It doesn’t matter what; I will always love you. I will always be there.”
Alastor had stormed out at the confession. Told him that what they were doing was wrong, but if this was wrong, then Vincent didn’t want to be right. For more than a few nights after their fight, Vincent had some darker scenarios play in his mind with his brother. He would dream of holding down his brother, having his way with him, and watching his cute face scrunch up as he came.
There were dreams of choking him until the other could understand that Vincent could be much worse. That Vincent truly loved him.
When Alastor had found a boyfriend, Vincent had wanted him dead. Still, he held back from telling him. Just let his disapproval be readily seen. It was only after they broke up that Vincent explained to Alastor why it went wrong. Why no one else would be as great as him. He kept insisting. Asking to marry his brother. Every day, he asked until eventually Alastor gave in one night while he was drunk. An acceptance that Vincent never let him forget. Years. He spent time sabotaging all of Alastor’s relationships. Telling him every day why he was doing it ot himself, and eventually it worked. Eventually, Alastor agreed to date him, and it only took from there to marry. In the end, Vincent had gotten what he wanted. His brother would always be his forevermore.