Brotherly - Larry

Chapter 9 - Just a Talk?

yay another updateee

- Third Person - 

Harry huffed as he look Edward dead in the eyes, he had many thoughts running through his mind. He could not understand, how after he had listened to this man fuck his boyfriend that he could so promptly come down here and act like everything was just normal and that nothing had happened.

"A chat? Are you serious? You just kidnapped my boyfriend and fucked him without his consent?" Harry huffed, his arms moving around as he explained his issue. Edward took a step back, merely eyeing his brother and nursing the glass in his hand. 

"I think, you and I both know, it was pretty consensual. Could you not hear the way he moaned and begged? Almost heavenly, really." Edward laughed a bit under his breath as he thought back to the moments just prior where he had the boy resting at the tip of his finger for him. Memories he would sure wank to later. But, he could always go get the real thing as well.

"Oh fuck off, we both know he thought it was me. So don't act all high and mighty. I could easily do what you did." Harry grunted, shaking his head at his brother's attitude. He hated when Edward remained so calm, especially when he wasn't. Once again he himself was unaware he was merely acting exactly how Edward wanted him to.

"I thought you were rational brother, yet here you are, making a mess, scrambling around. Yet, your boy is back in your own home, safe and sound." Edward finished off his glass and placed it back down on the stand, eyeing the movements of his brother again. Harry's hair was messy, he had no doubt been pulling at it on the drive over.

Harry let out a small growl, he had power in his world, the 'normal' world. No one would ever speak down to Harry, never trying to make him feel small or belittle him. So, when, Edward did it. Let's just say, it really drove the man through the wall. He wanted nothing more than to punch his brother really, he didn't want Edward to think he could do anything.

"Shove it Edward. Why can't you just have your own life? You've been doing it for so long." Harry groaned, rolling his muscles as he tried to relax. He knew this would not get him anywhere. He glanced around at his brother's apartment and to him, it really just looked like a bachelors pad. It almost made him scoff.

Harry always wanted to settle down, create a nice home and build a family. A dynasty. His home certainly offered more class, elegance and a homey touch to it. He couldn't see any of that in Edward's home. Edward however, knew he wanted a dynasty too. His home screamed wealth and power, if he were to have a family, he wanted them strong and capable. Not the lovey-dovey bullshit he saw in Harry's home.

"It's so fun to mess with yours though. You almost make it too easy." Edward laughed, crossing his arms over his chest as he rested his body up against the couch. The smirk remained plastered on his face, enjoying the dishevelled mess his brother was in front of him. "I just want love, you know that. Right?"

The tone in Edwards's voice suggested an obvious lie. He loved to bait and toy with his brother's emotions. He could not help it. No one else saw Harry as Edward did. Edward saw Harry as a man that has never had to work for anything, never fought for what he's got. Like he was born to be some 'godly' figure. The idea of it all just disgusted Edward.

"If you want love, go get it. You know there's plenty of people out there that you can meet. You also know that despite everything, I love you. I've reminded you countless times." Harry breathed out, his own arms crossing over his chest as he stood idle in his brother's house. He was still remaining sceptical, but, despite his brains, he did fall victim to Edward's clear manipulations.

Harry admitting his love for Edward made the younger brothers heart twist, not in a way where it is finally opening up to the possibility that he could love Harry back. No. It twisted in such a way that made Edward want to see Harry suffer, plead to Edward to save him, just, because he loved the man. Then crumble when he realised he wouldn't. Edward found it vile to even consider loving Harry in return. 

"Oh how you are right big brother... so many fish in the sea." He acted as if he was pondering in thought. Eyes glancing around the room before they fell back to meet Harry's, his smirk only growing as he spoke the next words that would surely push Harry over the edge, and then himself. "Except, only one Louis. Little lamb, all for me."

"You know what you're right. Why the fuck am I still even here? I don't want to talk to you. You are just as pathetic as you were all those years ago. Hiding out in the middle of nowhere, thinking you can do whatever you want. I don't give a shit. Don't come near me or my boyfriend again. You're still weak, little brother." He spat, being sent over the edge by his brother's blatant disregard, unfortunately, Harry chose the wrong words to use. Edwards smirk faltered, his face becoming blank.

Harry's words made Edward's blood boil, his hand even twitched to reach for the gun that he had tucked into the waistband around his back. His body stood still as he watched Harry head towards the exit. Edward knew something Harry didn't though. Edward knew Harry wasn't going anywhere. Edward was grown up now, if someone insulted him, well, they got buried.

"Now that's not very nice brother." Edward's voice was low, eyes casting to Harry's figure that had stopped, looking back at him with narrowed eyes, before continuing to move. Harry's mistake. Never turn your back on an angry Edward. A deep growl rumbled through Edwards's chest as he stormed after Harry and pinned him against the wall. The darkest shade of green his eyes could get, piercing into Harry's. The veins of his hands and arms becoming evident.

An angry Harry was nothing compared to an angry Edward. 

"You aren't going anywhere." Edward pulled his gun out of his waistband and with a quick movement it collided hard with Harry's head, causing the man to fall. Edward towered over his brother as his body lay limp on the floor. A dark shadow overcoming the unconscious man.

He tucked the gun back into his waist band, bending down so he was hovering over his brother. Edward hummed lightly as he pushed some of the hair out of Harry's face. It was like staring into a mirror really. The thought of that made Edward's fists clench and his back muscles roll. He never wanted to be compared to this man. 

"Let's get you comfortable, hm?" Edward spoke to himself, the evil glint appearing in his smile and eyes. He grabbed his brother by the feet and began to drag his body away, heading towards the basement. 

If Harry's head hit the step a few too many times, well, no one was here to see. And Edward, well, he wouldn't say anything. Just relish in his brother's discomfort. 

"Let's see who's weak now."

Oh fuckkk

what's gonna happen to Harry?

Also yes, we will do some flashbacks into Harry and Edward growing up in some chapters. Just to give their characters more depth and such.