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Through the hiss of steam and spray of water Wolfwood can see where Livio is bathing beneath a solitary shower head, the furthest he away he can from the unwelcome company of the other wards of Michael. The privacy Livio tries to shroud himself with here is an illusion; he’s still in full view of the rest of the gallery, naked and bare with his chest facing the tile wall to shyly hide himself as best as he can. His brother’s silver-white hair is just long enough now that it cascades down his neck where he’s gathered it back to let it fall, wet and clinging to his unblemished, soft skin. If Wolfwood didn’t have other plans - and if the shower weren’t crowded with a gawking, hungry pack of beasts - he might have taken the opportunity to admire his little brother from afar, innocent and shy and beautiful where water rolls and drips down his spine and along his ass, down the backs of his long legs.
But there’s something else he has to do.
Wolfwood’s already stripped and naked when he walks past the row of men at their own showers, some of them bare-skinned like Wolfwood and healed by the serums and others of them nearly deformed with hulking muscles and patchworks of scabbed scars. They hear Wolfwood pass and see his shadow flit through the veil of heated steam, but none of them say anything, averting their gazes instead to their own bodies or the young man at the end of the shower, alone and quiet. There was a time they circled Wolfwood like vultures, before he’d learnt to snap his fangs loudly enough to not be mistaken for their vile feast. Now the cretins long for easier prey. Like the soft boy before them, barely a man, unprotected and still gentle and too withdrawn to shower with the rest of them, his body curled away from their sight like petals turning in on themselves.
There’s no attempt to hide the lecherous hunger in their stares, one of the men openly groping his hard cock when Wolfwood passes him and whispering something filthy about the silver-haired one beneath a louder rush of water from the showerheads above. Part of Wolfwood wants to turn around and strangle the man for it, to feel his throat collapse between his clawing hands and tear him apart and rip out his throat until the drains here are circling with red - and he could, stronger than the rest, faster than the rest, unhinged enough that their whispers never turn to him anymore. He keeps walking, towards Livio, and does not call out in greeting. It’ll be harder to do what he needs to do if Livio beams at him in an excited hello.
Harder, like this is difficult at all. It should be, because he loves his little brother, he loves that he’s sweet and gentle and still a boy even as a man. He loves Livio too much and knows the Eye of Michael will tear his little brother apart, soon, if he doesn’t file his teeth into fangs and his nails into claws and make himself into something hideous and broken. Wolfwood won’t let him; Livio deserves better, so much better, and so Wolfwood will do it again and again. He’ll become the monster so his brother doesn’t need to be, whatever it takes, rivers of blood and gore between his teeth and another hundred needles pressed into his skin. That’s why I have to do this, Wolfwood repeats like a mantra. This thing that is monstrous, he’s only a few quiet steps from his little brother now, close enough to count the faded freckles on his back where there’s no sun to reach them anymore, this thing I don’t want to do.
His hands are on Livio before Livio feels Wolfwood’s shadow fall over him, and before he even knows it’s his brother. It’s so easy to grab Livio by surprise and push him forward violently against the tile wall, a splash of water punctuating the movement and the shower head pouring steam inches from the two of them. Wolfwood has rehearsed this over and over in his head, rehearsed like he doesn’t want to do this - like each time he’s imagined forcing himself on Livio his cock hasn’t been hard with anticipation and spilling all over the bed when he’s pawed himself to the thought. If he doesn’t want Livio to be a monster, then there’s only one other thing that his baby brother can be that will protect him from the dirty hands and baser needs of the other men here.
Mine.
It takes another second for Livio to realize the man with a hand pressed to his throat is Wolfwood, and when he does he squeaks out a surprised Nico? And gets fingers jammed into his mouth in response. The other men hear the sudden yelp and commotion, and a couple of them peel themselves out of where they’d been bathing to see the source of the noise - little Livio shoved chest-first against the tile, and the feral Wolfwood with his obvious erection pressed against him. One of the men - an older one, with grey-black hair and old stubble that’s beginning to grow into an uneven beard - mutters to the growing crowd of onlookers around him.
“Those two,” the man points. “Ain’t they brothers?”
Wolfwood feels Nico’s muscles tense when he’s seized, but notably relaxes when he realizes the man assaulting him is his brother, and god it feels sick that this only makes Wolfwood’s cock feel harder against his little brother’s ass. He can feel the men watching and beginning to murmur, but none amongst them move in to either break the fight up or try to take further advantage, warded away by a single low growl that Wolfwood snaps at them between gritted fangs the moment one wanders a hair too close. His attention centers back onto Livio immediately, nose dressed to the back of his head where he can inhale deeply against long silver hair. Fuck, his brother’s only gotten prettier with time, just a little bit shorter than him now and with a thin waist that still easy for Wolfwood to grab. His cock’s still a little smaller than Wolfwood’s, Livio letting out a confused whine when Wolfwood reaches around to blindly fondle it. It’s unlike Wolfwood to be so demanding, or so public - and Livio even more accurately feels the stares of the other inmates. Watching Wolfwood, watching him , watching Wolfwood push him against the tile like he’s angry .
“Nico,” Livio quietly begs out, “what are you doing?”
It’s awful that this makes Wolfwood more excited, his baby boy’s startled tone, too innocent to know what Wolfwood’s doing - protecting him, devouring him, how his sick fuck of a brother needs Livio so bad he’ll take him like this. He hushes in Livio’s ear and nudges his hips forward, cock pressing against Livio’s bare entrance, slicked just with water and a little soap from his bathing. Where Wolfwood is tugging clumsily at Livio’s cock, though, his little brother is getting hard. He takes it as proof that this is okay, Livio’s body stirring even if he’s afraid, maybe because he’s afraid.
“I can’t take it anymore, crybaby.” Wolfwood growls in his ear. “You’re too fucking pretty. Too fucking pretty for me, Liv. I need you now. - You’ll take care of your big brother, won’t you?”
He says it loud enough that the onlookers can probably hear, and they most definitely hear the hiccuped cry of shock that comes from Livio when Wolfwood forces himself in. There’s no teasing or slow roll of his hips - Wolfwood takes him immediately, Livio shoved against the wall and Wolfwood’s cock rammed in him, pulling out all the way just so he can thrust in again and watch the penetration. Livio has barely any time to adjust, trying to brace his forearms against the tile before he can register what’s happening - he’s being fucked, Wolfwood is fucking him, the whole length of his brother’s manhood pressed inside him so quickly and fiercely he feels every thrust shoot through him with a painful jolt. It hurts enough that Livio feels himself crying down already-soaked cheeks, water from the shower spraying on his face as he releases a shameful moan. It’s violent, and Livio still doesn’t really know what’s happening with the suddenness of the near-attack - but it feels good, better than it should, body stuffed full and aching at the seams all because his older brother needs him right now. Tears fill his eyes from the shocks of pain but also the intensity of it. If Nico didn’t need him this badly right now, he wouldn’t take him like this, naked and on display for all the other men.
Wolfwood ruts into him again, saliva dripping from his mouth he’s panting so wildly. Livio’s so tight around his cock, hole unused by anyone other than him, and after today Wolfwood knows he’ll keep it that way for a while. The men around are still watching, some of them beginning to stroke themselves openly and obviously while a couple of others contort their faces in disgust, as if this is too debauched, this is too far, two brothers shoving themselves back together in this cesspool of a home. Wolfwood hears the groan of a man cumming, thick ropes of it spreading between the tile grooves to be whisked down the drains. They wish they were me , Wolfwood thinks, and that makes him jack Livio’s cock harder and slam his balls against Livio’s little hole so heavy and loud there’s an echo of skin-on-skin. They wish they were claiming Livio, sweet little brother Livio, tight and hiccuping and crying and perfect, but it’s not like that for Wolfwood.
There’s nothing he could take from his perfect baby brother that he would not freely give.
“C’mon, baby boy. Show ‘em all how you take your big brother’s cock,” Wolfwood hisses hotter than the steam around them and he pulls Livio away from the wall so the whole group of men can see his growing cock and Wolfwood’s hand gripped around his shaft. Wolfwood pushes him forward, and Livio lands with a yell of pain on his knees and palms, forced to all fours on the shower floor. Wolfwood kneels behind him and doesn’t hesitate, penetrating him again and now raking nails down Livio’s hips to leave marks he’ll cure later.
Livio cums like this, on display and claimed, Wolfwood bucking against him and tears rolling down his cheeks but a warbling smile on his face because Wolfwood’s fucking him so hard and desperately that he must need his little brother’s comfort so bad. Cum spills from Livio’s cock in little spurts, another one of the crowding men howling with unhinged glee at the sight of this man parted around a vicious cock. He’s moaning out Nico’s name over and over, Nico, Nico, Nico , please.
Wolfwood yanks his hair back where it’s grown long. He’s so perfect. So perfect. “You cumming, crybaby? You like your big brother’s dick that much? Say it. Say it, baby boy.”
Wolfwood feels himself cumming in Livio’s tight hole, burying himself to the hilt in his brother’s body while Livio’s tongue lolls out and his eyes go half-lidded and he moans out Nico’s name. “I love making you happy, Nico.” Livio whimpers, voice breaking, lips trembling. “I love - I love my big brother’s cock, it makes me so happy.”
It’s not enough. It’s not enough to cum in his brother’s perfect ass where everyone can see, where he’s fucked Livio so hard he’s probably bleeding because when Wolfwood pulls out there’s a choked back sob and a broken face that’s genuinely smiling. The men are still watching and Wolfwood won’t let them imagine for a moment Livio isn’t all his, all of him, to be held and kissed and claimed and fucked and protected and whatever else Wolfwood wants to do to his charge. He pushes Livio forward with little resistance at all so he falls on his stomach, then straddles him so he’s forced on his back, choking a little on the wet air and splashes from the nearby shower head. Wolfwood’s hard again almost immediately, and he pushes himself into his brother once more, bucking frantically and each thrust scrapes Livio’s back on the bathroom tiles.
“You’re so fucking tight, Crybaby. You feel so good around my cock when you’re crying. I’ll force serum down your throat so I can do this over and over, fucking Crybaby , you’d like that, wouldn’t you. You gonna be my toy, Crybaby? You gonna be your big brother’s little fuck toy?”
Livio is crying, but he’s nodding, oh god he’s nodding, because if that’s what Nico wants that’s what he’ll be. Nico can drip serum down his throat and drain his balls in his holes and cover him in cum and he’ll thank him for the chance to make Nico feel better. He loves him so much, so much it hurts, Livio bringing his arms up to cling to the brother that takes him so he can deepen the thrusts even more.
“It’s okay, Nico.” Livio sobs out, still smiling. “You can use me.”
Wolfwood bites Livio’s ear, words spilling out his mouth as more cum spills from the tip of his cock inside his brother’s ass, cock shoved up so deep Livio can feel the seed spread to the deepest parts of himself. “No one’s ever gonna see you like this again,” Wolfwood whispers between groans and moans in his little brother’s ear, just quiet enough that the watching crowd can’t hear. “Just your big brother from now on. Just me. I promise. You’re being so good.”
It’s still not enough, though. The men watching have begun to back away because it’s almost too much to watch, some of them still hard and watching with spent cum dripping from their lengths while others have turned back to the showers and away from the endless sobbed moans. Wolfwood pulls out dripping in his own release and it’s Livio’s mouth, next, cock rammed in and balls bruising against Livio’s lip when he repeatedly thrusts hard enough to clunk Livio’s head against the cool tile floor. Wolfwood faces the men that are watching and grins at them, feral and undone, and lets the sharpness of his fangs and the depth of his moans say everything that needs to be said. None of them will stop him - none of them will ever touch Livio after this, the young man marked and claimed and undoubtedly Wolfwood’s . It makes him giddy to know that, to scare them away, to see their stiff lengths in jealousy but the fear in their eyes when Wolfwood snaps his teeth at them. Livio’s gagging and choking, Wolfwood positioning himself to fuck the whole length of his throat no matter how much it makes his baby brother choke. It’s all to keep him safe. Always to keep him safe.
Livio finishes again on himself, whole body flushed red-pink from the heat of the showers and the haze of pleasure and pain and the shyness that comes with men watching. Wolfwood’s cum almost makes him retch, choked and exhausted as he is, but he manages to swallow despite the dribbling mess of saliva and spit that leaks from his mouth when Wolfwood finally pulls out his mouth after bucking his orgasm deep into it. Livio can’t stand, knees blooded from the tile and head spinning, so he lays back on the shower floor again, beside the drain. Wolfwood crawls back over him, heavy cock and balls dangling between his legs.
“Y’can keep goin’, Nico.” Livio beams. “‘M bein’ a good brother?”
No one will ever hurt him , Wolfwood tells himself as he can’t help but rut his shaft against his little brother’s exhausted body to get himself hard once more. He looks so fucking pretty spent and sprawled out like his, naked, all the men watching but none but Wolfwood really seeing the perfectness of him - noticing his little dimples, his pale lashes, the whimper in his shallow breaths. It’s an awful thought that bubbles to him when he’s forcing himself back into Livio, sheathing himself with his brother’s ass and shoving his tongue into Livio’s mouth to kiss him more deeply. No one but me.