BL Lemons and Fluff!

ScotIre Lemon

Scotland- Allistor
Male! Ireland- Gabriel
WARNING: It's lemon scented!

Brother Dearest

It was raining, sheets of angel tears falling upon the springy grass. It was Ireland; of course it was raining.
Allistor stood outside of his brother's small home puffing on a cigarette, not really caring that he was getting soaked. His short auburn hair clung to his face and his dark green eyes were pensive. He was sure that it was entirely his fault, after all, he couldn't hold his liquor as well as Gabriel. Why had he accepted in the first place?

Gabriel smiled up at him. "C'mon Scottie, drink with me!"
Allistor had grinned, his heart lightening as his brother called him by his nickname. "Sure Gabriel, but I'll kick yer arse at it this time!"
His brother delighted in a challenge, even more so if Allistor was involved. How could the Scot deny his favourite brother a bit of quality time? Allistor certainly loved spending time with Gabriel as much as Gabriel did with him, so why not.
The pub was crowded, but somehow Gabriel managed to charm his way into some seats at the bar.
"Ya wan'ta see who's whiskey is better?" Gabriel asked, grinning challengingly. "Or are ya too much of a lightweight?"

Allistor took a long drag of his cigarette, then exhaled slowly, watching the smoke swirl into oblivion. He loved his brother; loved spending time with him. They were definitely close. But how close, Allistor was uncertain. After last night, he wouldn't be surprised if Gabriel never wanted to see him again.

"Ye sheep fucker!" Allistor yelled. "I don' need ye to tell me when I've had enough!"
He was an angry drunk, and he knew it. He had reasoned with himself as he had sat at the bar, 'Just a few shots.' 'Three is enough.' 'No, four.'
He quickly lost himself though, and with his sobriety went his reason. Each shot burned pleasantly down his throat, and his playful taunts soon matched the stinging of the whiskey.
"Allistor, that's enough." Gabriel said, telling the bartender to cut him off.
"Ye aen't me mother. I'll say when t's enough!" Allistor insisted. His accent was as thick as the smell of alcohol on his breath. Why did he let himself get this way? Some fuckin' brother he was.

Gabriel wasn't awake yet, Allistor was sure. His brother hadn't cried out yet, wondering what the hell had happened last night. Allistor's cigarette burned out and he threw it on the ground, crushing it beneath his shoe as he took out and lit another. He was a shitty brother. How could he do what he had done and not be?
He had left dark bruises on his brother's skin, as well as several open wounds. It had started as a fight...

Allistor threw a punch, connecting with his brother's cheekbone. Gabriel had taken them to his house, as Allistor was supposed to be visiting for a while and he didn't want his brother to sleep in a hotel. Seeing that Gabriel had taken him home, only now noticing because of his drunken stupor, pissed him off for some reason. Probably because Gabriel hadn't told him where they were going until they were there.
He ended up pushing his brother through the now opened door of Gabriel's home, trying to hit him to the ground. Gabriel clenched his fists and pinned him down on the bed, the sudden movement making Allistor's head spin.
"Get ahold 'a yerself!" Gabriel shouted. He tried to restrain Allistor before he could cause any more damage. It didn't work out too well...

The rain became heavier and Allistor cursed, reluctantly going inside. He avoided looking over at his brother who lay sound asleep, oblivious to the storm that raged outside the cottage walls and within Allistor's heart. Allistor was such a bad brother. The bruises on Gabriel's face were even more visible now that they had fully formed.
Allistor sat at the table, wishing his brother had a larger house. It was hard to avoid your problems when there was only one room to go to.

Allistor had fought back, eventually reversing his and Gabriel's position. He hovered over his brother, who was now bruised and bleeding. Allistor saw the look of fear in Gabriel's eyes and leaned closer, causing his brother to flinch. The Scot was unpredictable when he was drunk, and Gabriel knew very well of this.
Allistor lowered his eyelids and joined their lips roughly, alcohol clouding his mind and obscuring his judgement. This was perfectly normal, right? It sure felt that way.
Gabriel gasped beneath him and Allistor slid his tongue into his mouth, causing the Irish boy to moan. Gabriel pushed against him at first, trying to escape, but after a while he closed his eyes and kissed back. Allistor ran his hands up and down his brother's sides, then began to undress him.

How could he? He was sick!
Allistor shook his head and took out another cigarette. He didn't light it, just looked at it for a moment and put it back away. Gabriel hated when people smoked in the house, always talking about how smoking kills you. Fucking alcoholic hypocrite.
Although Allistor tried not to think about them, the events of the previous night continued to play in his head.

His brother moaned beneath him as he lifted his hips, both men completely bare. The sounds his brother made... Were intoxicating.
Gabriel arched his back and yelped, his hands digging into the sheets and his curly red hair falling in his face. "A-Allistor! N-not so suddenly... Ah! It hurts!"
Allistor heard his cries, but didn't heed them. He moved, and his brother screamed beneath him.
Gabriel's cries quickly turned to moans, and Allistor's jumbled brain delighted in it. Each sensation he received seemed to be doubled on Gabriel's end. His brother begged for him. "Faster. Oh, god faster! Nh, Allistor yes!"
Sweat ran slowly down Allistor's chest, then dripped onto his brother's back, rolling downwards to drop off of Gabriel's shoulder and somehow making the moment more intimate. Allistor couldn't see his brother's face, but the sounds he was making made his thoughts obvious enough.

They had both been drunk. That was all.
But that didn't excuse it; didn't make Allistor's actions any less sinful. He was interrupted from his thoughts by the sounds of awakening from across the room. He tensed.
Gabriel stretched, then gasped and widened his eyes. Allistor assumed that he had triggered the pain. He grimaced, knowing his brother's whole body must ache.
"Whot tha hell..." Gabriel groaned, obviously slightly hungover. "Happened las' night?"
Allistor bit his lip and opened his mouth to speak. Maybe he was lucky and his brother didn't remember a thing. He could just pass it off as a bar fight.
But Allistor's stomach sank as Gabriel's face darkened and his eyes widened further. He looked away from Allistor, and the Scot knew that he was screwed.
He stood and walked over to Gabriel slowly, his eyes moist. He held out a hand to comfort his brother, then thought better of it and withdrew it. "I don't know what ta say..."
Gabriel looked up at him, his lips quivering and his eyes watering. Allistor brushed away his tears on instinct, expecting his brother to flinch away from his touch. He was surprised when he didn't.
The Irish boy averted his gaze and bit his lip, then took a deep breath. "Allistor..."
The Scot felt as if he had been burned, his hand jerking away from his brother's face. There was a silence, then Gabriel continued. "No one can know."
Allistor released the breath that he hadn't realized he had been holding. "Gabriel, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't ha-"
Gabriel interrupted him. "Please, tell me. Did... Did you mean it?"
Allistor stopped, as if frozen in time. Gabriel was his brother, and they were very close. He loved his brother, but did he... Did he love his brother?
"Yes." Undeniably yes. Allistor couldn't lie; not when Gabriel was looking up at him, his eyes full of fear and hurt... And hope.
Gabriel looked shocked, and Allistor wondered if he should've lied. His brother quickly quieted his anxieties by pulling him down by the hem of his shirt and kissing him.
"Fer fuck's sake, I thought ya just plowed me because ya were drunk!" Gabriel said when they parted. "Virginities are sacred, ya know..."
Allistor blushed, realizing the implications of Gabriel's words. He had taken his own brother's virginity. He was a horrible brother.
He looked away in shame, only to have his face cupped by warm hands, calloused from maintaining a garden. He looked into Gabriel's bright green eyes.
"Brother," Gabriel whispered. "Please don't turn away from me. I do love ya, very much."
Gabriel brought them into another kiss, wrapping his arms around Allistor to pull him onto the bed.
Maybe he wasn't a bad brother. Maybe it was okay, as long as they kept it a secret. Loving his brother wasn't so bad, was it?