One Direction One Shots!!(smut;) and fluff<3) {boyxboy/girlxgirl}

Mortician's Daughter-Marcel/Harry

(A warning:)They will have sex so... Twincest
I love you more then I can ever scream <3
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Harry knew something wasn't right the moment he stepped into his family home. Usually his twin brother was sitting at the kitchen table doing his homework, waiting for the rest of the family to get home. But when Harry opened the back door that led to the kitchen his 2 minute younger brother was nowhere to be seen. His backpack was sitting on the table and shoes by the door. Maybe he was in the bathroom, Harry thought. Or at least that's what he thought until he walked up the stairs to their shared bedroom and heard sniffling coming from behind the closed door.

Alarm bells immediately started going off in Harry's head, he knocked lightly on the door as not to frighten the boy behind the door, and slowly pushed it open. The sight that unfolded before him made his breathe hitch in his throat. Marcel was sitting on his neatly made bed, opposite Harry's messily made one, his sweater vest was ripped in various spots across his chest and undershirt sloppily un-tucked from his high waist pants and one of his pant legs ripped up to his mid-thigh. His usually slicked back hair sticking up randomly as though someone had been pulling it.

Harry's heart broke as Marcel tentatively pressed a hand to the side of his face Harry couldn't see and grimaced and released a choked sob. Harry spurred into action at the sound and rushed to the crying lads side, "Mar, babe, what happened?",concern and worry running through his voice. He gently cupped Marcel's face and brought it up to look at him properly and the sight that met his eyes made pure anger run through his veins. Someone had hurt his baby brother and hurt him bad. Marcel's lip was busted and and his right eye was swollen with small cuts on his eyebrow and eyelid, and had a small gash on his across his cheek. Scowling Harry quickly took out his phone and called Liam. The other bloke pick up on the second ring and chuckled out a "Ullo?".

"Li, get the other lads and get over to my house asap." His voice raw and deep with the rage going through him.

Liam's tone immediately turned serious ,"What's wrong Harry?"

"Just get over here now." Harry commanded, pushing the end button and throwing his phone onto his bed. He turned back to the boy and felt his rage simmer down as Marcel looked at him with fear in his eyes and started to tremble.

"Hey, hey, I'm not mad at you babe, I promise. Let's get you cleaned up, okay." Nodding, Marcel started to stand with Harry and cried out as he put pressure on his left ankle. Harry grabbed him around the waist and looked down the boy's leg. "What's wrong?"

"I think I twisted my ankle" Marcel's voice pained, as he waited for the throbbing to ease a little. He let out a small sigh of relief when it did and nodded at Harry to go. Harry pulled him tighter against his body for support and started walking to the en suite bathroom. Once the reached it he helped Marcel sit on the vanity counter and got out a flannel and a can of disinfectant from the cabinet. Spraying it onto the flannel, he put the can down next to Marcel's thigh and got to work, gently dabbing the cloth on his cuts and the gash on his cheek. Once his cuts were clear he put small bandages on the other lads deeper wounds and the slowly slid him off the counter.

Harry eyed Marcel's hair for a moment and saw bits of dirt and debris stuck in his hair. "You're gonna have to shower to get that outta your hair, Mar." Sighing, he hung on to Marcel's waist as he started to sway a bit. "Need me to help you?" Marcel nodded hesitantly.

He and Harry have always been really close and in fact he harbored un-brotherly feelings for the somewhat taller, tanner, more muscular version of himself. He wasn't necessarily proud of it but Harry had always been there for him and accepted him the way he was. Harry was the first person he told when he got the scholarship for the prodigious school he had wanted to attend. Harry had tackled him to the floor in a bear hug and showered him with praise. Harry was the first person he told when he started to have feelings for one of the blokes in his gym class. The older one had gathered him up in a cuddle and told him that he liked boys too and there was nothing wrong with that. Harry was the one who knew him best. Knew that when Marcel was sad, he just wanted to be held and not have people ask questions. Knew that eventually he would tell him what made him upset. Harry was his protector, his best friend, and Marcel hopes that one day he'll be the one who takes his virginity. That last bit was a stretch but can't a guy dream?