Rodrick was silent for a few moments, Greg's light breathing and the TV being the only sounds in the house. Then he moved. Rodrick raised an eyebrow at Greg, his lips titling slightly in amusement.

"What do I think about incest?" Rodrick laughed leaning back in his seat, "Are you fucking kidding me, bro?" Rodrick's face lost all traces of amusement, his eyes darkening. It was only now that Greg noticed a few vital things about his brother.

His eyes where wide and slightly bloodshot, eyeliner smeared, his hands where curled into fists, his forearms straining with pressure. Rodrick's jaw was clenched tight, his teeth grinding slightly while his expression was hinting at violent anger. No, it didn't hint it implied.

Shit… Greg had forgotten what Rodrick was like after his late night escapades. He'd forgotten the way Rodrick's limbs would be slow and slow and lazy while his eyes would shine darkly. He'd forgotten the startling anger and hatred towards everything his little brother did or said.

An only child could never understand the type of fear an older sibling could bring. Maybe it was the fact that they had the authority of a parent, yet the unpredictable and troublesome nature of a hoodlum.

Or maybe the fear was their because older siblings always seem to be one step ahead of you, constantly taller, smarter, faster, constantly saying 'been there, done that, been grounded'.

OR, and this might be it, it was because lately Rodrick had been extremely aggressive and aggravated, seeming as if he could spill into a fit of rage at any second.

Yeah… that might be it...

"I-I was just…" He trailed off as he stared into Rodrick's eyes, curling his toes curling nervously.

Damn my expressive feet, at least he didn't notice…

"Just what? You know I'm not a fucking genius, I don't have 'opinions' on 'topics'!" Rodrick stood up now, while his long legs swayed sideways lazily, his recent growth spurt made him look powerful as the table lamp silhouetted his figure nicely. "I don't give a fuck" Rodrick spat the word at Greg, swaying forwards as he did so, "about incest, little bro." With that he lurched forward, striding towards the door.

Greg panicked, "But- it's not wrong!" Don't go Rodrick!

Rodrick stop as abruptly as his anger had started. "Eh?" he moved closer to where Greg was sitting, the top of his shin brushing Greg's knee. "What do you mean?"

Greg curled his knees up to his body, he breathing deepening as Rodrick used Greg's knees as a resting place for his claw-like hands. "I mean, in school they always say… love is love, right? So, um… love is love." Simple explanation for a simple mind, I think…

Rodrick blinked, starring down hazily at his little brother. "Yeah, love is love…. Lust is lust…." His eyes flickered to the ceiling and his voice lowered "Doesn't matter, does it?"

Greg smiled faintly and nodded, his stomach churning slightly, the nickname 'wimpy kid' didn't come about by accident. But then Rodrick is crazy. I should be scared! … And I think he's high? Maybe?

Rodrick blinked again, leaning closer to Greg, his hands inching downing his leg slightly. "You do know what incest is, don't you?" Greg nodded, "Really? And you don't think it's wrong?"

Greg shifted, he did think it was wrong. He thought, god, he thought it was awful! "N-no. It's fine… some brothers and sisters are really close… the babies can be messed up though, but I guess…" he trailed off his mind unable to come up with enough reasons that incest was acceptable. How could he argue for something he was against?

Rodrick didn't blink or sway this time, his eyes just bored into Greg's, causing the younger to have to bite back nervous tears. Possibly high Rodrick was intense.

"Hmm…" And with that he left. Rodrick just spun round and walked calmly out of the room, acting like he hadn't just left in the middle of an important conversation. As if he hadn't just left Greg cowering on the sofa, a whimpering bag of nerves.

Rodrick had seemed so deadly, yet so calm, like a snake about pounce or a cougar stalking it's pray.

Clearly Rodrick had been thinking, that alone was strange, but the fact that he was thinking about something Greg said was even stranger.

It was the first time he'd ever felt like Rodrick had noticed him, him, not the annoying little brother, not the little brother he liked, but Greg Heffley.

It had been stressful and terrifying, Rodrick had been on the edge that much was certain, but now the stress was fading he felt… important.

It was first time he'd ever gotten that much attention, and from someone who hated him, it was the kind of attention he got Rowley when he described a new video game or the attention he got from the doctor when he was hurt. Undivided.

It wasn't that bad…it wasn't that bad…

Though, he was tired, emotionally and physically. It was definitely time he got some (in his opinion) well deserved rest.

"Stacy…" Rodrick breathed into the phone, his head throbbing. "What now?"

Rodrick was sprawled on his bed, lights off and curtains shut. The room was dark and quite, black walls and dark posters, no light, no noise and unfortunately no Greg.

The voice on the other line giggled, "I was just chatting with my little sister…" more giggling "We're good friends you know…"

"I know…" he pinched the bridge of his nose, rolling over and nuzzling into the dark duvet, "I'm too tired for this Stacy- Baby…"

Yet more high pitched giggling "Well, she's actually one of Greg's friends, did you know that?" Rodrick sighed, unless Stacy's little sister was the chubby ginger kid, Rodrick had no idea who she was.

"Mmph…" he inched his shirt up his chest, the rim of his dark t-shirt resting against his sore nipples.

"Well she had a little convo with your brother today, sorry I'm late telling you but I was… busy…" Off came Rodrick's jeans, the tight black material scratch his skin slightly. "It seems your brother's been… snooping" Stacy let out a breathy moan, draw out the last word before giggling yet again.

Rodrick paused his hands curling around to edge of his duvet, which he was about to throw over himself, morgue style. "What do you mean?"

"I can't tell you much, its nothing to worry about. But apparently Angie gave him some plan to stay up late and talk to you tonight. Oh! And she mentioned something about a TV programme?"

Rodrick nodded, "Yeah, he- wait- your sister gave him that idea?"

"Yeah, why? Ohhhh, did anything happen?" Rodrick grunted finally managing to wrestle the duvet into covering his long body.

"No, I just… No nothing happened."

This time there was no annoying giggle, no sensual moan, just a long sigh. "Rodrick... Look. I know this just started as a way for you to fuck your brother and to be honest I've really enjoyed being a pretend Heffley, even if it is only for a few hours every week. But now you need to either get over Greg-" Rodrick sighed longingly " or just man up and tell him!"

Rodrick stiffened "That is not going to happen, you know that."

"Then get over it! Besides I need to get over my role-play kink, I mean pretending to be a fourteen year old boy? That's low, even for me."

Rodrick whimpered and rolled over, hanging up. He flicked through his phone until he found his favourite picture of Greg sleeping. His hand began wondering, slow sliding down his tense body.

"Ahh, yes! Greg!"

"….h…es..Greg!"

Greg stopped his tried climb of the stairs.

What does Rodrick want now?

Deciding it wouldn't be the best idea to ignore his brother in his current mood, Greg hasitily made his to Rodrick's room.

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"I'm serious Greg, you're old enough to know how to fucking knock now! Don't go into my room without fucking knocking first!"

"Muumm, Rodrick's swearing!"

"Dickhead!"

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Greg knocked lightly on the door, thinking he must have woken Rodrick up judging by the sounds of his sheets rustling.

"Rodrick?"

More rustling, then a muffled: "Ah! Greg!"

"Yeah it's me." Greg heard heavy breathing, was Rodrick hurt? "Do you want something?"

"I-" the breathing and rustling stopped. There was a long pause, so long Greg was considering retreating back to his room. "Greg…could you pant for me?"

"Wuh-What?"

"Just do it, please."

Greg gasped; this was the first time Rodrick had ever said please without it being beaten out of him first. It was either really important to him, or like Greg, Rodrick was too tired to argue. Slowly the middle Heffley began to deepen his breathing, leaning heavily against the door.

The rustling stared again, slower this time. "Louder."

Greg obeyed the order and his pants gradually increasing in volume. "Faster…" Again he obeyed, not once thinking about what Rodrick was asking of him. "S-Say…Say my name?"

"Rodrick." Greg's panting made his voice breathy, the rustling sped up even more, Greg decide to match his breathing to the noises pace.

"Again."

"Rodrick." He was getting out of breath, gasping out his brother's name.

"Louder!"

"Rodrick" he was panting so heavily now, slumping against the door. "Rodrick! Rodrick! R-Rodrick"

The rustling stopped then started again briefly, eventually slowing down to silence. "Greg…" His brother whispered.

He shut his eyes and waited as he regained his breathe. "Rodrick, can I come in now?" he'd fulfilled the strange request, he'd even tried to help his brother when he thought he was in pain, surely that earned him a bit of love and attention.

"NO!"

"But-"

"Just- NO!" Rodrick's voice was lazier, his breathing deep and even.

The Bastard -oh!Bad word- was falling asleep!

"Fine! But don't ask me to do this again!"

He heard a laugh, "Don't worry, I won't ask next time, you will."

What was Rodrick implying? Did he mean next time it'd be Greg asking Rodrick to pant outside his door? Or did he mean Greg would ask to pant outside Rodrick's door…

"What?" He was used to Rodrick confusing him, but this was something.

HE heard a sleepy laugh. "Ask Angie."

I'm back bitches… sorry for disappearing :/