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Fadel wishes he could say this is the first time he’s ever had to stop someone from doing unsavory things to his brother, but it, sadly, was not. Bison had a mouth on him and had a way of enticing people to want to do him harm-- it was a constant source of worry for Fadel in their line of work. Making enemies was not a smart move. It was also why he tried to keep them on the down low as much as possible. Bison, on the other hand, enjoyed making waves.
Fadel sighs as he heaves his brother’s almost completely limp form down the hall of the hotel they were staying at tonight. He tries to ignore how hot his body feels pressed this close, or how hot his own feels in response. This all could have been avoided, but this time, he’d been equally as reckless.
Earlier…
Upon arriving at the scene and seeing the far too friendly guy chatting up his brother, shoving a drink at him, Fadel had known instantly something wasn’t right. To his horror, it looked like the glass was already half empty.
Enraged, the protective instincts kick into their full gear as he rushes up to the pair of them. Fadel would be damned if he let some slick little weasel charm his way into making Bison let down his guard.
As he’s rushing up, he sees Bison glance up, face immediately falling like he’s braced for a lecture. Fadel had no intentions of yelling at him, this time. He hauls the other boy up by his shirtfront, spit flying as he demands. “What the hell do you think you’re trying to pull with my brother?”
The man scrambles when he’s hoisted, raising both hands. “Hey listen buddy I don’t want no trouble.”
“Bullshit.” Fadel scoffs, nodding to the drink. He’s trying to call the other’s bluff and let him know he knows. It does make the boy go a little ghostly white in the face.
“Ao. Fadel, why are you yelling already…?” Bison almost whines, making Fadel glance over to him just in time to see his brother half hanging over the table, laying his head on his outstretched arm. Fucking great.
Annoyed, he swivels his gaze away, almost missing how Bison’s sleepy fingers were grabbing for the drink on the table while the boys were fighting, not even phased by his brother yelling at someone for his sake, again. That was common.
“Is this water?” Bison grumbles from the bar table, picking up the glass. Fadel doesn’t even think about it, he quickly lets go of the boy he was threatening in favor of ripping the drink glass out of Bison’s already weakening grasp.
“No!” He lifts it away, making the other boy tut. “What do you have against a simple glass of whiskey, huh?”
Fadel sends him a death glare. “You and I both know this isn’t a clean glass.” Shoving hands in his pockets, the boy shrugs.
“You have no proof.”
Bison had somehow managed to get himself standing and was half limping over to the pair of boys fighting, whining. “Fadel~ give me back my drink.” Bison’s persistent, grabbing for it. Fadel doesn’t even think twice, he downs the remaining half of the tampered with drink.
Bison pouts. The other boy stutters. “Well then. This has been fun but I have places to be…” he literally makes a run for it.
“Don’t let me catch you around my brother again!” Fadel shouts. He grabs for a water bottle and tries to chase down the drink but even he knows; he’s fucked up.
Bison just looks like he’s more upset about the alcohol he couldn’t finish enjoying, tutting lightly. “Why’d you do that?” He hangs over Fadel’s shoulder, already clearly feeling the effects.
“Bison, you’re burning up.” Fadel notices, placing the back of his hand to his brother’s forehead.
“Thanks, you’re hot too.” Bison grins, tilting his head up to literally giggle at Fadel.
Fucking great.
Fadel maneuvers with some difficulty, fishing the room card out of his pocket and somehow getting the door open without dropping his brother.
“Fadel…?” Bison was still having a few moments of clarity, but surely it was overshadowed by drugged up confusion, making the conscious acts few and far between. “When did we get home?” He sighs heavily, leaning into the supportive frame keeping him, somewhat, upright.
Fadel hobbles them over to the hotel bed, being as gentle as possible as he lowers his brother onto the bedspread. “You need to rest.” he murmurs, dipping down to help pull off his shoes.
As he’s rising back up, Bison loops his arms over Fadel’s neck, giving him that look. “Are you going to help me relax?” he purrs.
“Bison.” Fadel scolds, but it’s lightly. He expected this behavior, not only from the alcohol consumption, but from whatever that creep put into his drink. His own skin is already starting to crawl, so he can’t blame Bison one bit.
Bison just tilts his head, not unlike a cat. “Hmm?”
“No.” Fadel huffs. “Now lay down for me.” He tries to gently pry his brother off of him but it’s almost useless. The boy had a strong grip, particularly when he wanted to be clingy.
“That sounds like a contradiction.” Bison points out, biting his lip. Oh, he was a mess like this, but Fadel was kind of used to it.
Unfortunately for Fadel’s normally steely resolve, the remaining bit of whatever was in that drink that he’d ingested, was affecting him too. Maybe it had all settled on the bottom of the glass. He bites his lip as Bison literally obeys, gaze locked on him entirely on purpose as he reclines back languidly and props one leg up. His brother knew damn well what he was doing.
Now it was a game of chicken, or… maybe he was caught in a mousetrap by an opportunistic cat.
Fadel swallows, his throat suddenly as tight as his pants were becoming.
“I’ll…be right back.” he manages, standing to full height as he walks over to the bathroom. Fadel splashes cold water on his face but it does no good. Bison whines from the other room, his voice pitching obscenely.
“Please, Fadel…it’s so hot.”
A moment of concern breaks through the beginning of a hazy fog. Right. Bison was unwell, extremely so. Ignoring his own flush to his cheeks, he grabs for a rag and douses it in cold water, wringing it out before bringing that back over to his brother, still sprawled out on the bed.
Bison’s head turns to him slowly, lazily, his motions all starting to become groggy.
As gently as possible, Fadel tugs a little at his brother’s shirt to raise the fabric up, pressing the wet cloth against his skin in an attempt to lower his body temperature. “Can you get these off? I need to help you cool down.”
Bison scoffs, the expression morphing into a sly grin. He rolls over to prop up on one elbow, regarding Fadel with intent. “Nothing you do is going to make me not feel hot, Fadel.”
Fadel hisses air between his teeth. Normally he could handle Bison’s twisted sense of sexual humor, but not right now. His own body is starting to sweat.
He ignores his words entirely, focused on the task at hand as he moves with shaky fingers, fumbling to get Bison’s pants undone and shucked down. At least Bison takes the hint and sits up slightly in the process to remove his own shirt. When that was done, Bison braces both arms behind him to hold himself up. His gaze on Fadel was so intent that it was burning.
Or maybe that was the drugs. Oh this was such a bad idea.
He slides back down to be crouching on the floor in front of Bison. Fadel starts to dab the cloth over his brother’s skin, aiming for the points he knew would be holding the most heat. As he’s gently pressing into his inner thigh, Bison lets out an involuntary moan. A glance upwards shows his head tilting up to the ceiling, eyes closed, mouth parted in a silent gasp.
Fadel will later blame the drugs entirely for his actions. There was something so intoxicating about this, and he was so close… moving the cloth away, he presses his lips to the same spot instead.
Bison keens, quickly breathing in a sharp hiss, his hand literally flying to clench instinctively into his brother’s hair. It makes Fadel wince but…doesn’t stop him.
If anything, he feels more encouraged.
Fadel’s tongue slides over the same area to taste before he can even think about what he’s doing. He’s rewarded with the grip in his hair tightening, but Bison wasn’t pulling him back, he was pulling him forward. It was like they couldn’t get physically close enough all of a sudden.
A lick to taste turns quickly into an open-mouthed kiss, Fadel unintentionally starting to suck a bruise into the skin. His subconscious was making him significantly more possessive in this moment than he’d like, and he was quickly losing control.
Above him, Bison appeared to be struggling just as much, his noises were pitching into gasps and moans before a frustrated growl rips out of his throat, surprising them both
“Fadel. I’m so hot right now, I need this, need you. So stop teasing and fuck me, already.”
Fadel whips his head up so fast it almost makes him dizzy. His darkened gaze rises to Bison, with his pupils blown, breathing ragged, and face flush. He stands up in an almost involuntary movement, following his brother right back down onto the bed.
Bison loops his arms around Fadel’s neck and pulls him flush as Fadel kisses him with a fervor of an answer that promises to fulfill that very request…