This was a prompt EnglishPoet18 that more or less spiraled out of control as we talked it over. I hope I got it right and this is what you wanted. Can't wait to see what you think of it. *grin*

Warning: This deals with twincest, slash, rough consensual sex. If that aint your cup of tea then just back away slowly.

Mac groaned as he walked towards the bar with Daryl after being in the heat all day. They had just wrapped up their first week at the new place their boss had sent them and it had been hell. The temperatures had sky rocketed leaving them in scorching heat all week the life baking out of them. Mac grunted when Daryl's shoulder connected with his just slightly.

Letting his eyes go over the man next to him he watched him for a second as Daryl tipped back a bottle of water. He drank it down all in one pass and Mac shifted letting him swallow before slapping him on the stomach causing him to growl.

"Need a fuckin' drink."

Daryl looked over at him nodding and wiping his mouth on his forearm, "Could use one myself."

Nothing else was said at the pair of them walked for the truck wanting of the job site before they could be roped into working late. Daryl climbed into the passenger side and Mac growled getting in the drive, "Fucker."

"Don't be so bitter Mac, aren't you always goin' on about control?" Daryl laughed, "Control the goddamn vehicle and get us the fuck out of here."

Mac sneered and spit the side as the truck idled at a red light, "You know your about a cocksucker."

"You fuckin' wish you lonely bastard." Daryl laughed kicking back in the seat as the wind blew through the open windows.

Mac looked over at him and growled but said nothing else to his twin brother. Him and Daryl had always been closer to each other than anyone else in their family. They spent damn near all their time together and there wasn't much they didn't know about each other. There wasn't a goddamn thing he knew that Daryl didn't already know about him. Daryl on the other hand tended to be a bit more backwards about shit...he was the sweeter of the two of them.

Pulling up outside their place he stopped the truck suddenly jarring Daryl's sleeping form awake. He lunged forward his hand hitting the dash as he looked around wildly. Mac chuckled causing him to scowl at him, "We're home sleeping beauty."

Daryl jumped from the truck taking off for the house not waiting on his brother. Mac smirked watching him as he trailed after him, Daryl was in fine form already. Snorting he walked through the door that he left hanging open and let out a breath at the cool air that assaulted his sweaty body.

"Goddamn aint no better feeling in the world than that...except maybe pussy." Mac laughed.

Daryl grunted walking away from his brother and down the hall. Mac trailed after him watching as Daryl lost more and more clothing the further he got down the hall. Mac smirked his own shirt falling to the wayside trying to beat him to the shower so he could clean up first. Daryl growled as Mac slammed into him knocking him out-of-the-way as his pants fell around his ankles and moved into the bathroom.

"Gotta be faster than that darlin'." Mac's taunting and cooing voice bringing color to his brothers cheeks.

Daryl sneered and stepped into the room as Mac climbed in the shower. He heard his brother shaving as he cleaned himself and smirked at the thought. He'd given him shit all day over his scruff and had even started pulling his beard since it had started to lengthen. Laughing outright when he heard the clippers turn on he jerked the curtain back not giving shit as water cascaded off him to the floor.

Daryl turned his head looking at him, "Something funny your bastard?"

Mac kept his eyes locked with his brothers as he stepped back into the spray of water, "Don't be a queen about shit. Goddamn."

"You keep that goddamn shit up and I'm gonna fuck you up." Daryl snapped.

The sound of the phone ringing silenced Mac as Daryl moved down the hall. Watching the movement of Daryl's lithe body move down the hall Mac watched him as he jerked the phone his tone snappish. Daryl shifted his weight his eyes shooting down the hall to where Mac was and locked with him. Mac stepped back under the spray of water his eyes shutting as the water flowed over his face and blocked his view of his brother, he could feel Daryl still watching him and smirked as he rinsed his body off.

Daryl moved back into the room the shaving soap still foamed along his jaw from the interruption of the phone call. Daryl picked his razor back up and finished off the smooth lines of his goatee. Mac stepped out of the shower not bothering with shutting off water as Daryl stepped back from the sink his toothbrush in his mouth giving Mac room to grab a towel.

Daryl spit rinsing his mouth as Mac pushed him out-of-the-way shoved him towards the shower. Daryl growled but let his pants fall from his body and stepped into the water immediately. He hissed as the water hit his skin and Mac grinned as Daryl cussed him.

"Goddamn doin' that shit on purpose. Scalded my fuckin' ass."

Mac grunted a laugh spitting out his own mouthful of toothpaste, "Every ass deserves a little punishment."

Daryl didn't respond but Mac could see his reflection in the mirror and seen the bright blush spread down his face, throat, and brandishing his torso in a deep crimson shade that had Mac clenching his jaw. Tearing his eyes away from his brothers soaked form as he cleaned up he dried off striding from the room quickly and into his bedroom leaving Daryl to finish.

Stepping back out into the living room at the sound of the phone again he growled but Daryl picked the phone up before him his towel hanging loose around his shoulders as he stood in a pair of black boxers.

"Hello." His voice brusque.

Daryl nodded chewing his lip and looked up at Mac through his soaked hair, "Yeah we'll be down there." Daryl hung up and Mac raised an eyebrow at him jerking his wife beater over his head and covering his torso. Daryl watched the motion and Mac watched the bloom of heat in his eyes slightly.

"Who the fuck was that?"

"Rick."

Mac nodded keeping his face impassive at the mention of the other man. He didn't hate Rick, really had no reason too but something about him pissed Mac the fuck off. Maybe it was the way he talked to his brother, or the way Rick just was. But if he was honest with himself it was the way Rick made Daryl's skin flush in a way that had Mac raising his eyebrow. He had a feeling officer friendly had got himself a taste of dick before and had his eyes on his brother. Something about that though set him on fire.

Mac wasn't Merle, he'd never say shit to his twin brother for something if it was what made him happy. Give him his usual shit, yeah, but he'd never hurt him. Merle would kill him if he thought either brother liked dick. Merle was a dick and couldn't see past his own wants and needs, that suited Mac just goddamn fine. It'd always been him and Daryl through everything growing up to now. They shared everything and had each others backs but there was some shit about them not even Merle knew or could understand. Neither of them brought it up to him or even bothered trying to explain it to him or to each other it just was. Something they understood, they were each others and that was that.

Mac followed Daryl as he walked down the hall and fell onto his brothers bed that more often than not he ended up in. Sure they both liked pussy and Mac could honestly say he never really looked at other men. But Daryl was different, made things different. He knew Daryl never been with other men and had been with a few women he didn't actively chase women like Mac did, never was his thing.

"What the fuck he want?"

Daryl pulled his jeans up a bounce in his movements that had Mac's eyes following the movement of his hips. Mac pushed up on his hands as Daryl started working his belt through the loops of his low slung jeans. "He wanted to know if we were gonna be down at Dee Dee's Bar later. He's off work tonight and tomorrow."

Mac nodded licking his lips his eyes still on the thick leather belt his brother was brandishing. He hummed in his throat and Daryl lifted his eyes meeting his and grinned at him. Mac felt his lips tug slightly before scowling at the thought that Rick was going to be eye fucking Daryl all night. Standing up suddenly he moved across the room to him and slammed him back into the wall his mouth closing over Daryl's as his hand grabbed his wrist pinning them behind him keeping him immobile.

The kiss turned heated in no time and Mac growled pulling Daryl's lower lip between his teeth and biting down. Daryl groaned his cock straining against his jeans pushing into Mac's groin seeking the friction they both wanted. The minty flavor, the coffee, smoke and the taste that was all Daryl flooded mouth making him want more, craved it. He needed it.

Pulling away for breath both of their chests heaving as they stared at each other. Mac eyed his brother all thoughts of Rick burned from his mind at the feel of his body pinned and pressed close to his own. Daryl was watching him and waiting as Mac gazed at him his eyes appraising, "Don't fuckin' like the way he looks at you."

Daryl snorted as Mac released his old on him. Daryl jerked the rest of his clothes on and Mac trailed after him. Daryl grabbed his leathers up and Mac followed suit feeling the cool night air already as they stepped out the door.

"Don't know why you have a problem with him. He aint ever said shit to you for you to hate him." Daryl laughed.

Mac took a hit of his cigarette, "If he was eyefuckin' me, tell me brother, would like it?"

Daryl raised his eyes to Mac and he seen them flash in the cool night. Mac nodded his head but said no more, he could sense his irritation at the question and let it go for now. He'd make it up to him later in spades, fucker. Both getting in the truck Mac drove towards the bar his mind-set on pissing his brother off just get a rise out of him. Daryl quick to snap when he'd been drinking and was generally horny as fuck, things could get interesting.

Pulling up Mac sighed and Daryl chuckled before sliding from the truck. Mac walked in with him his eyes going to bar signaling their drinks as they headed for the table.

"Theres my boys." Purred a sweet voice just over Mac's shoulder.

Looking up he was met with the sapphire eyes of Tara the barmaid that usually served them. He nodded at her his eyes going to her cleavage his looks wolfish and predatory. She laughed her hand sliding over his shoulder and he pulled her into his lap, "How the fuck you been Tara?" He growled into her ear.

Daryl grabbed his beer as it was set on the table and knocked back a shot immediately. Mac shot him a look and he sneered at him before taking a deep pull of his drink.

"Daryl how you been?" Her molten voice catching the attention of a few men around them. There was no doubt by her tone what she wanted from the pair of them. Something Daryl would never agree to no matter that she had tried a few times already.

Glancing at her as a noncommittal grunt escaped his lips Mac chuckled. Looking up Mac stiffened slightly seeing Rick walking in his eyes finding them and he smiled warmly at the pair of brothers. He walked to the bar placing his order before turning to them. Mac growled realizing he'd left the only seat at the booth next to Daryl open since him and Tara were occupying the rest of the booth.

Daryl grunted and slid over his eyes dancing in amusement at Mac as he read his frustration. "Bastard." Mac snapped.

Daryl shrugged taking another long drink from his beer, "What the fuck you want me to do?"

Mac huffed and Tara raised her eyebrows not sure what was going on, "I gotta get back to work, you two should find me before we close." She purred leaning into the table her breast almost spilling out.

Mac's eyes drank up the sight and he watched as Daryl's eyes followed the same curve of her body. He'd wear his ass down eventually then he'd have them both one night. Goddamn.

Rick slid into the booth, "What's been goin' on?"

"Work." Mac's tone was cold.

Rick paid no attention to him having dealt with his cold exterior for year or more now. Daryl shifted in his seat setting back and Mac's eyes were drawn to the open buttons on his shirt exposing just enough of his brothers chest hair to pique interest. Looking to Rick he seen his eyes following the strong column of Daryl's throat as well.

"What about you friendly?" Mac groused.

Rick looked to him and Mac seen the heat in his eyes not dimmed as Rick eyed him, "Workin' like always. Paper work, non stop bullshit."

Daryl snorted, "Sounds like life."

The evening faded as they kept drinking Mac eventually loosening up as Daryl's smile came out more and more. His smile was infectious and disarming, Mac felt himself relaxing seeing this side of his Daryl. His brother was funny drunk until he was pissed off then he was a goddamn handful. Daryl pushed up from the table and moved through the crowd at the bar leaving Rick and Mac at the table shots set in front of them.

Rick knocked back one and Mac followed suit his eyes not leaving the other man. Daryl was oblivious to someone elses attraction to him like always but Mac see it alright. Rick wanted his brother his eyes had run over him all night even making a few trips across Mac himself. Finishing off their round of drinks and Daryl's as well they set back the alcohol burning through their veins.

Mac's eyes shifted searching for his brother in the crowd and seen him leaning against the bar. He was talking to the bartender and old portly man they'd known for years. Roland was generally quiet and quick to shut someone up when they got out of hand but he always had a soft spot for the Dixon boys having known their mother as she had grown up with his own daughter.

"Rick you a queer?" Mac's voice was curious as it was cold.

Rick sputtered his eyes going wide, "Excuse me?" He took on the tone of his cop persona.

Mac's eyes went back to him, "I aint blind I see the looks and shit." Rick's face tinted red but he didn't look away. "That why you and Lori split?"

Rick sucked in a breath and nodded his head, "Took a few years to make sense of things."

"You know he aint on the market for you." Mac's voice held a warning.

Rick eyed him, "You can't speak for him."

"I can and I do." Mac snapped.

Daryl picked that moment to fall into the seat next to Mac, "What the fuck are you two on about?"

Rick's face colored watching as Daryl leaned into Mac. Mac had his arm through across the back of the booth when Daryl had set down and it put him right against his side. Rick's eyes were calculating with a fuzz of liquid courage rushing through him. Mac grinned and kept his face otherwise impassive as he felt Daryl's hand along his thigh briefly.

It was getting close to the time to get him the fuck out of here otherwise Daryl was going to end up looking for a woman. Mac shifted again his thigh rubbing against Daryl's as his brother spoke to Rick. Rick was watching them intensely licking his lips and Mac was struck watching his tongue slide along his lower lip peeking out just enough to tease him.

He felt blood rush south and shifted his pants catching Daryl's attention. Daryl's hand slide along the inseam of his pants and groped him under the table and Mac released his breath slowly. Daryl's rough motions were getting hard as he kept his eyes on Rick. Grunting Rick's eyes widened slightly and his tongue peeked out just before his jaw clenched and he shifted in his own seat.

"Let's get the fuck out of here." Daryl growled. "Ready to go home."

Mac bit back the groan that wanted to escape as Daryl gripped him one last time before removing his hand. Tara picked that moment to appear and her hand slid through Daryl's mussed up hair. "You boys going?"

Daryl nodded and she smiled wickedly her eyes dancing, "I get off in ten minutes."

Mac watched his brothers pupils dilate looking at her and growled. Mac moved to stand shifting his hard on as he did feeling Rick's eyes on him but not giving a fuck as this bitch tried to rope his brother into something that he wasn't having a part of tonight. No he needed a rough fuck, not something a woman was ever able to give.

Gripping Daryl's arm he pulled him back into him, "Let's go. Come on Rick." Mac tossed money down on the table and Rick stood.

Mac caught a glimpse of his hard on before Rick adjusted himself and smirked. He was fuckin' right and Daryl could suck his dick. Rick trailed with them Daryl quieter as they exited the bar and Rick stopped next to their truck. Daryl was watching Mac his eyes darkening by the moment and Mac felt the resulting heat scorching through his body to settle in his groin like a lead weight.

Before Mac could react while Rick was in mid sentence Daryl slammed into his mouth closing over Mac's hotly. Without a second though his hand came up more or less looking as if he was pushing Daryl away. He gripped his throat tighter and pulled the man into him more their bodies clashing heavily. The sound of a groan broke them apart and both of their eyes flashed to Rick who was breathing deeper looking at the pair of them.

Mac watched that tongue slide out again teasing just out of reach as Rick eyed them his chest heaving. Not releasing Daryl's throat he gripped Rick's shirt jerking him forward and into him. His mouth claimed Rick's immediately in a brutal kiss that had Daryl panting into his neck as he watched the pair of them. He could feel Rick's hard on heavy against his hip where Daryl's was laying on the other.

Breaking apart Mac looked to Daryl before looking at Rick, "If you're not at the house when we get there don't show up."

With that he released both men shoving Daryl into the truck and walking around it. He grimaced as his hard on brushed harshly against the denim and grunted as he set in the driver's seat not casting a glance to Rick as he left the parking lot. Daryl was watching him closely and Mac shifted in his seat not use to Daryl's close inspection, it was usually the other way around.

"What the fuck was that?" Daryl questioned.

Mac pulled in and exited the truck knowing Daryl was following him. His chest almost to Mac's back as they stepped up on the porch Daryl's arm came around him and his hand slid into his pants quickly gripping his hard on firmly. Pumping his hand down Mac's hard cock and rotating his grip slightly Mac groaned at the relief. The sound of a vehicle pulling through their long drive way didn't deter Daryl the slightest only making his hand tighten on him as he pulled Mac closer to his body

The sound of a slamming car door met their ears and Daryl sunk his teeth into Mac's shoulder walking him forward. This is what he liked about Daryl drinking, he was more aggressive. Mac opened the door and stepped through as Daryl's hand left his cock just as he felt his balls tightening. Bastard. Daryl and Rick both stepped through the door at the same time and Mac took a moment to appraise the pair of them.

Jerking his head and taking control of the situation Daryl took off down the hall. Mac eyed Rick and motioned for him to move down the hall as well behind Daryl. Rick moved more cautiously and Mac grinned ready to thoroughly break the man in that had been eyefuckin' Daryl. Keep in stride with them they stepped into Daryl's room and Mac eyed them both.

Daryl's shirt whipped over his head knowing the drill already and Mac let a salacious grin slide across his face. Rick looked to Daryl and followed suit his own shirt falling away as Mac kicked the door shut behind them. Moving to the pair of them he grabbed Rick again backing him towards and Daryl. Once his boots and shirt were gone Daryl and Mac both took a moment to look him over and Rick met their eyes with his own blue steel.

Licking his lips, "Are...are you altogether?"

Mac looked at Daryl and he shrugged, "We're already this far."

Nodding his head his eyes went back to the man in front of him, "Yes."

"That's what you meant in the bar then..."

Nodding his head he looked at Daryl again as Rick's back met his brothers chest and he grabbed a handful of hair jerking him forward. Their mouths met all tongue and teeth, biting and claiming. Rick was trapped between them as they moved closer to each other hands working clothes off hotly. Daryl was stripped before long and so was Rick and Mac knocked Daryl back on the bed. Grabbing and spinning Rick as Daryl's hand slid up and down his turgid length watching them he let his knee meet the back of Rick's knee and took him to the ground hard. Guiding Rick's mouth to Daryl's cock his brother relinquished hold of himself as Rick's hand came up tentative and gripped him.

Mac stood back watching Rick work his brother and smirked seeing Daryl eyes following his motions but not quite giving him what he liked. Mac stepped up behind him and his strong hand closed over Rick's making him tighten his grip over Daryl. Making his motions rougher against him Daryl's his lifted from the bed on a broken moan and his body jerked.

"Don't be a goddamn pussy officer." Mac sneered.

"Fuck you." Rick snapped.

Mac chuckled pulling his shirt over his head, "Oh I plan too." Mac raised his eyes to Daryl's as his clothes fell away and he smiled in triumphant as his eyes darkened dangerously.

Daryl moved further into the bed Rick following him and Mac not far behind. As soon as he was on the bed Daryl had ahold of him pulling him towards his mouth roughly. Mac hissed as Daryl's mouth slid over his cock hotly and he blew out a heavy breath feeling his hand pulling him harder towards his mouth. Mac shot a look to Rick seeing him watching the pair of them again his mouth open slightly. His eyes went to Daryl's hard on and he felt his mouth water he was harder than fuck almost to the point of what he was sure was pain.

Looking back at Rick, "It aint gonna suck itself."

Rick looked at him and then following his eyes gripped Daryl again and his mouth went to work. Daryl groaned with his mouth closed around Mac still and the vibrations were like a torture that Mac craved. Sliding his hands down Daryl's chest he pinched his nipple roughly making his body buck into Rick.

Eyes going to the man with a mouthful of his brother he watched as Rick worked on him. Feeling his balls tighten again he pulled Daryl off him not wanting to finish in his mouth. Daryl growled but let him go and fell back on the bed. Mac moved down the bed his hand catching Daryl's ankle and jerking roughly bringing the pair of men to the edge of the bed. Daryl set up and Rick let his cock slide from between his lips wetly both looking to him expectantly.

Mac pulled both standing and his mouth met Daryl's again able to taste himself on his tongue. Just as quickly Rick was pulled into the kiss both his and Daryl's taste mixing with Rick's own distinct taste. It was heady and dangerous. He was gonna break this man and remind him that Daryl was his.

Pushing Rick towards the bed he shoved Daryl around behind him towards Rick. Taking his ques from Mac Daryl gripped Rick, "You sure about this?" His husky drawl slowing like honey pouring over molten coals.

Rick blew out a breath, "Yes..."

Daryl nodded not saying anything else as his fingers went to work getting the man ready. Mac stepped to the side watching his brothers long fingers slip inside of Rick as the man's hips jerked suddenly causing a moan to roll through him. Mac grinned knowing what Daryl was doing and his hand gripped his cock working it up watching them.

Stepping closer to him Daryl spit into his hand sliding it down his cock and gather the moisture that had gathered at the head of cock before pumping his hand again. Rick's head dropped forward the second Daryl's cock came into contact with his tight ring of muscles, Daryl's jaw clenching as he hissed a breath out.

Mac moved behind them both and Daryl shifted his stance wider knowing what his brother was doing. Mac already had himself ready and didn't waste time like Daryl had to Rick. They were use to each other enough that it didn't take time like that to get ready for each other. Sliding into his brother with a deep groan he bottomed out feeling Daryl jerk the second his cock stroked his prostate.

Daryl's entire body flushed and Mac leaned forward his mouth paying tribute to his brothers shoulders. Harsh bite and rained down on him and along his back. As Mac thrust in and out of him the motions making Daryl fuck into Rick the sounds of their moans making his cock swell harder. The only other sounds were that of their bodies meeting and the light sound of rain splashing outside.

"Harder." Daryl barked. "I'm fuckin' serious Mac." Daryl pushed back into him.

Mac gripped his hip rougher and slammed into him double his efforts as Daryl's body surrendered. Rick groaned and Mac's eyes flashed up seeing the motions of Rick's arm. Fucker was jerking his dick.

"Should've handcuffed you officer." Mac sneered. "Aint no one said you could jerk off."

At his words Daryl grabbed both his arms and pulled them around behind them holding them at the base of his spine. Rick's body dropped flush with the bed his groans getting harsher along with Daryl's breathing.

"Fuck." Rick groaned and his body arched harshly as Daryl blew out a breath.

Mac thrust into Daryl harder angling his hips to hit him just right and his brother planted his hands on each side of Rick's body his stance widening to take more of Mac. Nodding his head the harder Mac thrust into him as he neared his release Mac slid his hand around grabbing his throat and pulling him flush with his body.

The feeling of his body moving against Daryl's was enough to have his blood speeding up. Slick with sweat the feeling of their muscles rolling and moving together only have Daryl tightening his grip over his throat. He was close.

"Gonna cum." Daryl panted.

Mac kept ahold of his hip releasing his throat the second he felt his orgasm rock his body. Daryl bottomed out in Rick roughly the man groaning and pushing back taking everything he had to give. Mac watched every move and twitch of his brother's body as he poured himself into the man in front of him. Daryl was panting and holding himself up on shaking arms.

Mac groaned feeling his balls tighten seconds before he felt that pleasure filled demonizing release blow through him. Mac bit into Daryl's shoulder harshly blood flooding his mouth. Groaning his hips jerking into him with the last of the aftershocks. Releasing his bite he backed away from his brother watching as he done the same dropping to the bed next on his back. Licking the blood from his lips and savoring the taste that was so sweet that he craved it like a fiend.

Rick didn't move his breathing rough as he looked at the pair of them. Mac stood there getting his breath his eyes on the pair of them, spent, sweaty, and freshly fucked. He felt pain in his groin as his cock throbbed at the sight of them, fuck.

Daryl's breathing was slowing like Mac knew it would and he chuckled. Rick lifted his head and looked at the man before his eyes went to Mac, "He fell asleep on us."

"Always does." Mac shrugged.

Rick nodded shifting around gathering his clothes and pulling them on. Smart man. He dressed in silence as Mac shifted Daryl's legs from being planted on the floor upto being sprawled out on the bed.

Turning he jerked his boxers on and walked from the room in search of something to drink. Rick followed him quietly for once instead of his mouth spouting some shit.

Turning with his water he eyed the man, "Out with it."

"This." Rick blew out a breath, "This was a one time thing wasn't it."

Mac nodded his head, "He's mine."

Rick nodded licking his lips again, "I get it."

"Don't forget it. Officer or not I will remind you." Mac warned.

Rick smiled at that and Mac eyed him feeling fatigue hitting him wanting to climb in bed. Downing the rest of his drink and looking at the clock he grimaced at the time knowing Daryl's ass would wake him up at daylight no matter what.

Rick was at the door suddenly, "I'll see y'all around. Get drinks next day we all got free."

Mac nodded his head, "Hear ya."

Moving down the hall hearing the door click shut he bypassed his room and walked into his brothers. Shoving the window open a cool breeze from the storm washed over him and a shiver ran through his body. Moving to the bed he rolled Daryl off the blankets getting them both situated. Neither were cuddlers but the comfort of the other always made them both sleep sounder. It was how things started after all, sleeping better next to each other.