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“I don’t like him.”
It was past midnight when Darrell came to his hotel room and found his brother walking around impatiently, a can of beer in his hand, visibly angry.
“The fuck you talkin’ about Vinnie?” He asked, closing the door behind him.
“Phil. What’s going on with him?” Vinnie answered, fist clenching around the can.
“Calm down, did you have a fight with him?”
Dimebag approached his brother, reaching a hand over his shoulder, stopping him from moving around.
“No.” Vinnie was now facing him.
The guitarist could see the dark glimmer in his eyes.
He saw that look on his big brother, hundreds of times. Used to see it when he beat up Dimebag’s bullies back in middle school or when someone made fun or talked bad of his brother. Cold eyes that only appeared when he protected his little brother.
But why did this look appear now? And what does Phil have to do with all of this?
“Then what? What did he do?” The guitarist asked, genuinely curious about the drummer’s mood.
“I don’t like the way you spend too much time with him, he’s a bad influence.”
Oh.
That wasn’t the protective look he was giving him. It was that burning look full of possessiveness and jealousy.
His brother behaved that way with a lot of his friends. He didn’t like when Darrell spent too much time with his friends and not him, he felt neglected.
“Ugh, you’re jealous again…” Darrell sighed before turning away and sitting on the bed.
“I’m not jealous what the fuck, we’re not 10 anymore.”
“Then what?”
“I’m just sayin’, I don’t like him, he’s a douchebag and I didn’t even want him to join the band in the first place. I don’t want you to become like him…” His brother sadly sad, drinking the last bit of beer in his can and throwing it across the room, his anger escalating.
“I’m sick of him, he’s takin' too much space in our lives…” He hesitated before saying, “I know what he’s been teachin' you, Darrell.”
At that sentence, Darrell froze, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
Vince ran his fingers through his own hair, huffing and panting like he’s run a thousand miles, facing his brother from across the room.
The awkward silence lasted a few minutes before Vinnie spoke again.
“That’s it? You don’t know what to say? At least tell me it’s not true?!!! Tell me all what people are sayin' about you two is-“
“It’s true and you know it. What do you want me to say more than that? That I’m a faggot? That I’ve been fuckin' with my singer for weeks?”
Vinnie’s jaw dropped at that. He expected it to be true, but hearing it from his innocent little brother’s mouth hits different.
He felt himself getting dizzy both from drinking and from this.
Without saying a word, he went to the door and reached for the knob, not wanting to hear anything more. As he was gonna open the door, he got stopped by Darrell’s arms around his waist, his head leaning on his back.
“Don’t just leave, please Vinnie,” he sobbed, his deep voice weakened and fragile, “I don’t want you to be disappointed, I’m not what you think I am, I swear.” He continued, a few droplets running on the back of the drummer’s shirt.
Skinship didn’t really shock Vince, sure they were all manly and tough on stage or around their friends. But once they were alone, Darrell was still his little protege, demanding all his attention, and for Vince, his little brother was the only thing that could make him go soft.
What shocked him were the tears, Darrell was a happy guy, he rarely cries or gets sad over something, must be a really serious matter if he’s sobbing on his brother’s back.
Vinnie turned around and cupped his face, wiping the tears away until gorgeous -watery- electric blue eyes met his.
God.
Darrell was the most beautiful thing in his life, he never thought about it this loud though.
He thought he might go insane when the guitarist bit his red bottom lip, averting his eyes from his brother’s, cheeks a beautiful shade of pink. He looked ashamed that his big brother found out, afraid he might leave the band, leave his life, he couldn’t live without him.
“Please, I’m sorry, I’ll- stop all of this, it’s just a phase, I swear.” His trembled hands reached for his brother’s chest, planting his trimmed nails on his pecs.
Vince shivered, a groan escaping his lips.
He had feelings for his little brother since he hit puberty, it went from overprotection to lust. He couldn't help but get hard everytime his little brother showed up in those slutty skinny clothes back when they were still in the glam scene. It didn't stop years after, only got too much to ignore, his baby Darrell growing up, getting more and more handsome, catching everyone's attention and occupying all his thoughts. It was an incurable disease.
He started becoming jealous of everyone that came close to Darrell, chasing them away until his brother was only by his side again.
He knew it was wrong, disgusting and immoral, he fought those wrong feelings all his life, but now that Phil fuckin' Anselmo was taking advantage of him, he didn’t care anymore, he wanted to take him, take back what’s his, prove to this motherfucker who Darrell belonged to.
So he did. Maybe the alcohol helped too.
He wrapped his arms around Darrell’s hips, bringing him closer until he could feel his fast heartbeat against his chest, his breath against his own lips.
He kissed the corner of his mouth first, a gentle peck that made Darrell squirm, breath hitch at the sudden form of affection.
“Vinnie, what are you-“ He tried to pull away but Vince crashed his lips against his, a hard kiss that left no room for the guitarist to protest.
The younger’s eyes were wide open in shock and his hands kicking at his brother’s chest, pulling him away.
“Man, you’re- what was that?” He asked, his hands shaking, chest buzzing from adrenaline. It was hot. So wrong and fucked up but his dick throbbed.
The drummer didn’t answer, he turned them around until Dime’s back was slammed against the door and kissed him again, more powerful this time, his tongue darting out to meet its twin. The guitarist moaned this time, fingers clutching at his brother’s shirt. The kiss tasted like beer and cigarettes, but in Dime's mind, it tasted like shame and sin.
The sloppy kiss ended with both of them out of breath.
Vinnie sunk down on his brother’s neck, kissing and licking everywhere, trying to mark him at all costs. Darrell threw his head against the door, a loud yelp escaping his lips at a harsh hickey being engraved on his skin.
Easily lifting him, the older dropped them on the large bed, the guitarist moaned at how big and strong his brother was. Vince lifted his little brother’s shirt, urging him to undress.
“V-Vinnie, this is so wrong, stop.” He whispered but, conflicted, he still removed his shirt, dark majestic curls falling over his shoulders.
“I don’t care, want you, fuck, you don’t know what you do to me.”
"It's- messed up Vinnie, I don't-"
"It's us Darrell. It's us and the rest of the world, remember," A kiss, "let me."
It's them and the rest of the world, that's what their father used to say. It was meant to make their brotherhood stronger, not meant to be twisted and perverted the way Vinnie made it now.
Darrell should’ve insisted, should’ve shoved him away, it’s his brother from the same blood for fuck’s sake what are they doing!
He didn’t think about it anymore when he let him. He let him bite his nipples, lick his skin, kiss his way to his member, make Dime shiver underneath him, lustful eyes unfocused and fingers buried in his brother's hair.
“You’re sick.” He moaned when his brother’s tongue penetrated him, eating him like he’s been starving for days. Saliva dripping between his thighs, his own mouth and dick drooling at how good his brother’s tongue fucked him, eyes rolling back when the thick facial hair tickled his sensitive hole.
He clutched his fingers in the white sheets, his hole too tight and small for his big brother’s huge girth even though the excess amount of lube everywhere. But he was really gentle, waiting and kissing him until the pain fade away to let the delightful pleasure engulf them.
“You’re as sick as I am, you’re so wet. Let it go, let your big brother make you feel good.” Vinnie whispered the disgusting words against his ear, thrusting hard, balls deep inside him.
“Ah- Fuck, right there, oh my god, your dick is so fuckin' big, -oh" He whined when his brother reached for his cock, stroking it with the same rhythm as his thrusts.
The thrusts were fast, powerful, making Darrell scratch all over his brother’s back, moaning and drooling on his lips, his brother swallowing all of it.
It was sloppy and needy. Vinnie didn’t let him any time to think or to question his actions, hitting his prostate everytime. The older just followed his sex drive, the huge sexual tension he kept all his life, his love juice so close to fill the love of his life.
Darrell was loud, moaning and gasping, his cheeks and lips a matching red, making his blue eyes sparkle in the dim light, pubes sweaty and hard cock splashing precum everywhere.
“You’re gorgeous, so beautiful like this, exactly where you belong.” Vince groaned, admiring his brother’s beauty, wishing he was the only one experiencing this.
“Did he fuck you?” He asked, his eyes searching his brother’s lips, waiting for a negative response so bad.
“No, not yet.” The drummer smirked, satisfied that he was the one to take his brother’s virginity.
“You like him?” He asked between two hard thrusts.
Darrell closed his eyes, not daring to lie to his brother face to face.
“Fuck…he already dirtied you. You fuckin’ let his filthy hands rub you, fuckin' slut, letting anyone get to your heart, letting anyone have their way with you.”
The dirty talk and humiliation surprisingly managed to give Darrell an orgasm, a bitter one.
Dimebag was sobbing as his own cum dried over his stomach, wincing when he felt his brother’s cum sliding down his inner thigh.
He continued sobbing while Vince wiped him with a clean towel, his arms wrapping around him, deposing gentle pecks all over his face.
“It’s ok, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say those words. I was mad because he took advantage of you, but now you’re safe, you’re not dirty anymore, I got you.“ He whispered, fingers tangled in the younger’s hair. “I’m your big brother, I’ll always be here to take care of you.” He promised, kissing his little brother’s forehead.
Ironically, Dime never felt this dirty.
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The morning after, while wildly riding Phil’s cock, Darrell let him come deep inside, milking him through it until Phil’s balls were dry.
“Shit, you’re so horny.“ The singer said, messily kissing him.
Darrell hummed, grinding against the other’s cock, desperate to wash away the messed up and degenerate actions he let Vinnie do to him the night before, trying to forget his gross, sinful love for his own brother.
The Abbott brothers were doomed.