Bad influence | Alois

warm water rained down upon pale skin as aloïs leaned his forehead against the shower wall. a sigh slipped past his parted lips while he forced his body to relax under the comfortably hot water. crimson hued eyes watched the water disappear down the drain, and he wondered whether the fleeing water carried the dirt and grime, the taint from his body. with a forced exhale, the blonde lifted his hands to rest against the wall before pushing himself away. his body swayed under the water as he regained his balance, and once settled, he turned around to let the drops of water fall upon his face. ruby colored eyes disappeared behind pale lids as he blindly reached out and began groping for the shampoo. showers after a long day at work helped calm his frayed nerves and wash away any lingering feelings of guilt or joy. he preferred spending his nights in unbiased contemplate or simply lounging around without a thought to his jobs; however, his freedom never truly began until he washed away the taint left on his skin by his audience or even the lucky stranger that managed to impress him enough to earn extra attention.

a snort escaped him as his fingers worked the shampoo into his long hair. the fools threw themselves at his feet, and he found them all beneath him, mere bugs waiting to be squashed. his latest conquest provided the most pitiful expression of surprise and dismay when he announced his departure; however, he never stayed the night with his flings. after all, the individuals that gained his affection for the night tended to be mere stranger. he had no desire to become friends with any of them. plus their night of passion lasted for only one evening, even if they came crawling on their knees and begging him for another round. they had to make due. dark, satisfied chuckles spilled from his lips as the water began washing the suds from his golden colored locks. if only men were as easy to wash away as soap, the world might be a better place though he supposed sadists, such as himself, proved to be a force incapable of being willed away. tenacity, he murmured while wrapping his pale fingers around the conditioner bottle. how fun.

after finishing with his hair, aloïs spent a fair portion of time wiping away the invisible taint on his skin, for he could feel the places where his partner touched his skin or even the rowdier customers from seven sins. when the water washed away the last of the soap from his pale skin, the blonde reached out, letting pale fingers wrap around the shower knob, and turned it. the water instantly stopped; however, drops continued to rain down, connecting with the floor of the shower. his hands reached up, gathering his hair and squeezing the excess water out, before he stepped out of the shower and onto the fluffy, black rug resting on the white tiled floor. a shiver wracked his body at the temper change, but he soldiered through until his left hand grasped the towel and began his normal ritual for wiping the water off his skin. upon finishing with his skin, he wrapped his long hair into the towel and pulled on his silk pajama pants.

faint footsteps echoed through the empty apartment as his bare feet padded along toward the kitchen. his shower helped him forget the incidents from the night and left him feeling rejuvenated though also parched. with an unnecessary amount of noise, aloïs poured himself a glass of milk though he debated taking one of his roommate’s beers and then plopped down on the couch, his feet resting against the coffee table. music filled the living room as he forced his body to relax, letting his mind blank while half-lidded eyes stared up at the ceiling. he relished the moments where he was free to unwind without being constantly bombarded with thoughts about his adorable younger brothers, his job at seven sins, or the wealthy snobs that hired him as a personal trainer.

the sound of knocks against the apartment door roused the fair haired dancer from his comfortable fog. grumbling under his breath, aloïs dropped his legs from the coffee table and pushed himself off of the couch, and he mentally promised to strangle his roommate if he dragged him from his reverie. nimble fingers easily undid the locks and then pulled the door open, his body falling into his favored position against the door: his shoulder pressed against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. half-lidded eyes trailed over his brother’s body until he reached the other’s startlingly green eyes. lavi, he purred in greeting while shifting to allow his brother access to his apartment. please come inside and tell me what brought you to my humble adobe.

pale lips shifted into an amused smirk as the older blonde observed his brother’s floundering. how adorable, he mentally cooed before realizing the train of thought his brain intended to follow upon, and he quickly envisioned a filing cabinet with one drawer open. his inappropriate thoughts gathered together in a ball-like mass and then disappeared into the cavernous drawer which he mentally slammed shut and locked. the key instantly disappeared, and aloïs released a soft sigh while tension rolled off his shoulders. his two younger brothers were the bane of his existence, constantly tormenting and taunting him though they never realized the effect their mere presence had on him. he prided himself on maintaining an acceptable distance from them, but he hated the fact that he came off as cold and uncaring. after all, the fair haired dancer only had his siblings’ best interests at heart.

as lavi slipped into his apartment, aloïs closed the door and watched as the other resumed a standing position. his gaze trailed over his brother’s drenched form with his smirk morphing into a frown of distaste. did lavi realize how quickly he could catch a cold walking around in the rain without protection? i don’t mind, he murmured softly, an unintentional husk coating his voice. you can take my bed, and i’ll nab my roommate’s for the night. he, apparently, forgot his key again…. or maybe he found someone to spend the night with… the blonde trailed off with his brows furrowing in distaste at the idea. his roommate aggravated him, and he would have preferred living on his home. the extra person merely cut down the cost of rent, which he quite enjoyed despite having two jobs. perhaps he should leave a little gift in his roommate’s bed. a plastic snake will do nicely, he mused to himself while letting his head fall to the side.

a soft hum escaped him when lavi’s voice cut through his thoughts and dragged him back to reality. one eyebrow rose in curiosity while he listened intently to his brother’s question, and his nose scrunched in distaste at the smell of alcohol rolling off his brother in waves. now, now, aloïs purred while stepping closer to the smaller blonde. he unwrapped his arms from their crossed position and let one wind around lavi’s waist. i can’t let you wander around in your obviously inebriated state, so you’ll have to let me lend a hand this time. without realizing it, the personal trainer spoke the words directly in the younger’s ear, and he barely refrained from issuing a playful nip to the appendage. guilt flooded the taller male while he shifted to allow more distance between himself and one of the object’s of his affection. mentally, he berated himself for being swept away in the moment and promised to never allow that to happen again, even if he wanted to see lavi squirming beneath him, unable to formulate sentences and flushed in desire.

with an angry growl, aloïs forced his impure thoughts into the darkest recesses of his filthy mind, and for once, he detested his nightly ritual of washing his memories of the day away with a warm shower. let’s get you warm, the blonde trainer grunted while applying pressure to lavi’s back in a silent message to begin walking. i doubt you remember where the bathroom is… though you probably wouldn’t remember even in a sober mind frame. another spike of guilt pierced his heart; however, he could not change his abrasive, brash personality for anyone. he tried being nicer to his siblings, but he ended up feeling fake and untrue to himself. he barely managed to keep his more sadistic tendencies hidden though he supposed one day everything would be revealed. the fair haired dancer just hoped that neither of his siblings would abandon him after his secrets were unveiled.

one pale brow rose in response to the whine that escaped his brother, and he tried to ignore how the noise sent his heart racing and blood pounding through his veins. images flashed through his mind that he struggled to push away and back into their cage. relationships between siblings were frowned upon by society, not that he cared about the opinion of society. he merely wanted to prove that he cared about his siblings, recreate a relationship between both based off love and understanding; however, his version of love was tainted by his primal attraction to both. his fingers twitched as he suppressed the urge to try and recreate the soft sounds issuing from the smaller male. aloïs realized that he would be taking advantage of lavi if he acted upon his desires though the younger was baiting him, struggling and winning against his impulses though just barely. to be frank, he wanted to see what would happen if he bit against the social worker’s ear, wanted to compare his brother’s reactions to his imagined ones, but there was an invisible line that he refused to cross especially with his brother inebriated and hardly in control of his own actions. in this situation, the blonde had to prove why he was the older brother, responsible for his younger siblings and willing to cater to their needs, not his own.

amused chuckles escaped aloïs at his brother’s statement which was slurred by the booze in the younger’s system. his childish insistence proved to be unbearably adorable. another irritated growl escaped him as his treacherous mind began crafting more impure images of his brother, and he wanted to bash his head against a wall, hopefully knocking himself out. the mindless darkness might spare him from the agony of living with his lecherous mind; however, life never favored him. the fair haired dancer had to soldier through the night with his drunk brother and not cross any of the boundaries set by society. plus he doubted lavi would be overly happy in the morning if he remembered the encounter. how could he control himself? he knew no reliable methods to keep himself from jumping the smaller male as he rarely needed to exercise control over his impulses and desires. his siblings tested his limits and willpower, and he often found himself lacking as he immediately went hunting for a new bed partner to release his pent up frustration upon.

without waiting for a response, aloïs began walking toward the bathroom, keeping his arm wrapped snuggly around lavi’s waist and applying pressure whenever the other’s pace slowed. he instinctively tightened his grasp on the other when he leaned back against him while another warning growl ripped through the silence of the apartment, for he wanted to see how far he could push lavi in his drunken state, wanted to see the other squirm and call out in pleasure. why must you tempt me so? he breathed out, not realizing he had spoken aloud. when they reached the bathroom door, he kicked the cracked door open and continued over the threshold. lean against the counter, he grunted while releasing the smaller blonde from his hold. the personal trainer instantly regretted doing so as he wanted to continue indulging in lavi’s slim frame against his own. can you undress without assistance? before voicing his question, aloïs had whirled around and begun walking the short distance to the shower. pale fingers easily worked the knobs, letting the water blast against the far shower wall. his fingers dipped into the cascade as he continued to adjust the temperature, searching for one suitable for his beloved brother. well? he drawled while turning his head slightly to pin the younger male with an angry crimson eye.

no? the blonde mentally echoed while shifting his gaze to rove over his brother’s beautiful face. he did not understand what the other was attempting to deny; however, the unconscious mumbling proved to be quite enticing and undoubtedly very adorable. why did life prove to be so difficult? he simply had to develop impure feelings for his brothers which caused even the smallest of affection gestures to affect him while they remained blissfully unaware of how they affected him. to be honest, he believed the secrecy to be fleeting. he awaited the unveiling of his emotions with a mixture of dread and relief, for he believed they should be running far away from him. resisting his urges tended to be a daily struggle. he constantly pulled out his cell phone, checking to see if either needed him. he doubted they would run to him for help though as their childhood undoubtedly left a sour impression of him in their minds. a derisive snort escaped aloïs because he remembered his own self-loathing quite clearly. he spent a majority of his time berating himself for not spending enough time with both of them and blamed himself for their drifting apart, but a loveless household was not the best place to foster lifelong bonds.

self-deprecating laughter spilled from his parted lips as lavi echoed his words. he and noel really had no clue how they affected him, and his incorrect assessment proved this fact. my dear, you have no idea what you’re talking about, he drawled while subtly applying more pressure against the smaller male’s hip in a silent gesture to drop the subject. he had no desire to discuss his fixation on and feelings for his siblings with an inebriated lavi. at the current point in time, the dancer wanted to keep his emotions to himself, locked away in his heart where no one could unearth them, for he proved to be a deceivingly good actor and liar. the poor saps that fell into his bed thought they might win his heart, yet he constantly left them wanting, begging him to return. aloïs mentally scoffed at the faint memories of his last few conquests, needy men and women that wanted someone to lazy the day away with; however, the blonde wanted flings, meaningless partnerships with people that lasted a few hours. he never stayed the night, refused to on many occasions when his prey so graciously offered their homes to him.

with the water pounding against the walls of the shower, aloïs found his attention wandering back to his brother, resting unsteadily against the counter if his actions were any indication. his lips quirked into a smirk at the other’s childish insistence. i think your statements prove otherwise, the fair haired personal trainer murmured while tipping his head back slightly, ignoring how his still damp locks clung to his face. why else would you insist that you aren’t a child? crimson hued eyes tracked the movement of lavi’s hands, and he eagerly awaited the sight of the younger male’s pale skin. he wanted nothing more than to run his hands over the other’s body, and with those thoughts in the forefront of his mind, the dancer forced himself to return his attention to the water, mindlessly checking the temperature again. he did not want the water to injury his brother even if he secretly wanted to know what kind of sound would escape the younger male at the feel of the scalding water raining down on his skin.

when lavi spoke up again, aloïs found himself moving away from the shower, having deemed the water at a suitable temperature, and he came to a stop in front of his brother as he shifted to prop one hand on his hip and let the other one press against the counter. lavi, lavi, lavi, he purred while stepping closer to his still clothed brother. his hands dropped from their positions to cover the younger blonde’s hands, and with a determined gleam in his ruby colored eyes, he began applying pressure, coaxing the other to continue undressing. your insistence upon my departure is both heartbreaking and worrying. are you trying to hide something from me? his head tilted to the side, golden blonde bangs brushing lightly against his face as they moved to obscure a portion of his vision. don’t you think it would just be easier to tell me?

standing next to the shower with his back turned to lavi, aloïs found himself mentally berating himself for proving to be the worst older brother to the smaller male. he attempted to make the younger’s life easier from the shadows, and he loathed every minute of the time he spent away from either of his brothers. their parents did nothing for them. the dancer insisted that they only shoved money into his hands because they did not want to get sent away for killing their own children, but he tried his hardest to provide. his part-time jobs through high school were devoted to gaining more money for the household which meant more food and other necessities; however, his job cut down on the amount of time he allotted to his siblings. lavi simply fell to the cracks unless a noticeable problem surfaced before the older blonde’s eyes, but he solved those issues from the shadows or through another person such as friends or teachers. his brother’s question cut through his heart, helping the guilt flood his system with the metaphoric blood spilling from his torn heart. why now indeed, he murmured with a self-deprecating chuckle following his words as his head tilted back to pin his brother with a guilt ridden stare. maybe i’ll tell you someday… and maybe not.

as the personal trainer stepped ever closer to his brother, he noticed how the other’s eyes seemed drawn to his chest which elicited a confused expression from the older blonde. his brows furrowed even as lavi’s gaze shifted back to his face, and ruby hued eyes stared into dazzling green colored eyes. the hand resting on his hip rose into the air, aiming to rest against the social worker’s cheek; however, aloïs stopped himself before he could step over the invisible line. how stupid could he be? instead of setting his hand back on his hip, he altered the path to land on the younger’s hands, and he lifted his other hand to also press against the corresponding free hand holding lavi’s shirt in place. a noncommittal hum escaped him while his eyes studied the other’s expressions, waiting for the moment when his brother cracked and revealed whatever secrets he might be hiding. thoughts of injuries and other horrible acts such as mental or emotional trauma flashed through his mind as he awaited lavi’s unveiling. another growl escaped him while his fingers wrapped around the smaller blonde’s hands and squeezed. did the other not realize how agonizing the wait was for him? how his stalling tortured his poor heart?

at lavi’s next statement, one pale brow rose in curiosity as he wondered what caused his brother to attempt and lie to him. the hesitation when he spoke proved to be enough evidence, and the younger had never been a convincing liar. crimson hued eyes narrowed as he let his hands drop away from his brothers, instantly crossing them over his chest, as he watched the other’s skin be revealed inch by inch. his gaze traveled over his brother’s skin, taking in the various injuries scattered across his back when he moved to set his shirt down. aloïs unwrapped his arms and reached one pale hand out to grab his brother’s thin wrists. his other hand slowly traveled the distance between them until his fingers brushed against one of the lash marks on his brother’s back. with his brows furrowed and eyes glowing in anger, his fingers ghosted over the various injuries, mapping them out until he reached the edge of lavi’s shorts, and without realizing it, his grip steadily tightened around the younger’s wrist. rage flooded his senses even as he applied more pressure against the bruise under his fingers. questions stared and abruptly ended in the confines of his own mind while he completely disregarded the explanation given to him, for it would never explain the finger shaped bruises or the lash marks.

lavi, he purred while yanking on his brother’s wrist, hoping to draw him closer. we need to have a long discussion. without taking his eyes off of his brother, he lifted his hand away from the other’s back and gestured toward the bathroom. one that cannot be held in a bathroom. his hand dropped back to rest against the small of his brother’s back, and his fingers pressed against one rather large bruise in a threatening manner. aloïs would hate for lavi to think that he had to ability to disagree. come along, my dear brother. we’ll be using my bedroom for our long talk. i think you have explanations, and i want answers. with his hand still wrapped firmly around his brother’s wrist, the fair haired dancer began to gently tug the younger toward the bathroom door, intent on reaching his bedroom as quickly as possible. as he stepped out of the bathroom, his fist connected with the wall, sending pain shooting through his arm; however, he ignored the ache and continued on through the hall toward his own room. he forced his aching fingers to wrap around the door knob, twisting it and letting the door open on its own.

with a final glance at lavi, he stepped into the dark room, dragging the other along and leading him toward the queen sized bed taking up most of the space in the room. when they drew up beside his bed, he released lavi’s wrist and then pushed the other, intending to make him sit on the bed, before striding across the room and shutting the door. nimble fingers turned the lock; however, he then paused, taking a deep breath and attempting to gain some control over his raging emotions. slowly, aloïs turned to face the younger male. well? he drawled while moving steadily closer to the other until he loomed over him with his arms crossed over his chest and eyes narrowed. explain.

in the heat of the moment, aloïs ignored his brother’s reactions, preferring to focus on the wounds covering his back. he missed the bitten lip and the quiet ah; however, as he loomed over his brother, he found his eyes tracing over his face, noting the blood on his lip and moving on. his mind filed away the injury for latter questioning. one eyebrow quirked at the other’s blatant attempt at stalling though the older blonde refrained from reaching out and grabbing the other’s wrist and demanding that he start talking. he merely had to bide his time, for lavi would eventually start talking. his voiced statement had been a command. if his brother thought he could ignore his command, the fair haired dancer intended to teach him otherwise though he did not have a clear idea of how he would go about doing so. he feared that any attempt at punishing lavi might reveal the feelings he kept locked away in his heart, and he did not want to chase the younger male into the stormy night. at that thought, a bold of lightning flashed through the room, briefly illuminating the people within, and in that moment, crimson hued eyes shifted away from his brother’s form to try and watch the storm raging outside.

his efforts proved futile. nothing could be seen in the darkness outside, and to add extra light to his dimly light room, he unwrapped his arms and switched on the lamp next to his bed. the faint light glinted off of lavi’s jewelry as the other finally opened his mouth and began to explain. the new information shocked aloïs though he supposed it explained some of his brother’s earlier responses, and while he continued to roll the other’s revelation in his mind, lavi let his body fall back on the bed underneath him. ruby colored eyes roved over the sprawled form while the blonde attempted to make sense of the kaleidoscope of emotions whirling around inside of him and wrecking havoc upon his composure. rage, regret, guilt ate away at his heart, and he merely wanted to understand and to explain. why did lavi turn to strangers to receive the pain he desired? why not come to him? he supposed their childhood marked him as someone that would not aid the other; however, the personal trainer knew he would try and stop time if either of his siblings asked him to. how did he prove that to lavi though? the other seemed determined to believe that he did not care though he never did provide any indication to show otherwise.

without thinking further on his half-formed plans, aloïs moved to sit on the bed next to lavi, and he remained motionless for a few minutes, gathering his thoughts and debating whether to follow through with his plan. in the end, there seemed nothing left to lose. the blonde shifted on the bed until he managed to maneuver himself into the perfect position to straddle the smaller male. his left hand descended to rest next to the social worker’s head while his eyes sought out his brother’s green ones. his right hand curled into a fist and then punched into the space on the other side of lavi’s head, and a growl escaped him even as his eyes darkened as his emotions began wrecking havoc upon his mind again. should he really be doing this? did he not have any sense of responsibility? listen, he ground out while lifting his right hand away from the bed to carcass lavi’s cheek. you don’t know a fucking thing. with excruciating slowness, aloïs began eliminating the distance between their bodies until his lips brushed against his brother’s. not a fucking thing.

soft dangerous sounding chuckles slipped past aloïs’ parted lips at his brother’s response to his fist hitting the bed. stabs of pain shot through his left hand even as he shifted more of his weight onto the appendage. what if i didn’t intend to hit you? he inquired with a smirk settling onto his pale features; however, the rage still boiled within his veins though his anger was not directed toward the blonde beneath him. he wanted to teach lavi that other people should not be touching him in any manner, but the person responsible for the injuries littering his precious sibling’s back needed to pay the consequences for touching something belonging to him. his roommate did not deem him territorial for no reason. neither of his siblings had experienced the true extent of his anger or possessive tendencies, and as he hovered over lavi, he found his resolve to maintain a society accepted relationship with both crumbling. he wanted nothing more than to explore the younger male’s body, eliciting those wonderful sounds from the other and watching his face flush even more. in the back of his mind, a reservation still lingered, asking him if lavi would remember this moment in the morning and regret it and warning him to not push the social worker too far.

another warning growl escaped the blonde, and his fingers curled, dragging the covers into his fist and into the smooth skin of lavi’s cheek. the taunting and teasing threatened to snap his tentative control over himself, and from his current position, it seemed like his brother wanted him to act upon their shared desires. on the other hand, aloïs had no idea how the other truly felt and whether or not his current actions were driven by the alcohol still in his system. there did not seem to be a viable way to prove whether their current predicament would be a onetime occurrence; however, the personal trainer did not think he could survive life with his desires so close at hand, yet so very far away. when he felt lavi’s tongue tracing his lower lip, his mouth opened slightly to nip the appendage with another growl following the action. he hated having his resolve tested. the nagging voice in the back of his mind kept him from acting though his brother’s teasing pushed him closer and closer to the edge, but he had not decided whether to take a leap of faith yet or not. so much hung in the balance; his decision could cause lavi to cut ties with him. despite his aloof façade, he could not live without lavi and noel in his life.

at lavi’s next statement, aloïs found himself drowning in the need to prove who the smaller blonde belonged to and why. his right hand moved away from lavi’s cheek and moved slowly downward, alternatively caressing the skin and sinking his nails into the call boy’s flesh. he shifted minutely and added a few inches of distance between himself and lavi, his crimson eyes searching the other’s face for any emotion to indicate whether his brother approved or not. how about we play a game? he drawled, a notable husk decorating his tone as he spoke into lavi’s ear and then proceeded to issue a nip to the appendage. you answer questions for me, and i’ll reward you… his lips traveled across lavi’s smooth skin with each word until he bit down on a segment of the chain next to his lower lip and tugged sharply. whether the reward is with an answer of my own or through pleasurable actions depends on how thoroughly you respond to the question. for a final time, his fingernails pressed against the skin underneath his fingers, and he dragged them across lavi’s collarbone and then stopped, withdrawing his hand completely from the other’s body. do you agree to play?