"I was not expecting you here this late, Yun Se. Is something wrong?"

Just hearing his name said in that soft, concerned voice, is enough to make the tears flow. Gripping the front of his brother's robe with trembling fingers, he buries his face and pretends that the cruel bleeding marks on his back are just a bad dream.

"It's alright. I will care for you."

His brother's hands are gentle and comforting. It is hard to think of this as anything but a dream. When he awakes he will be returned to the same harshness of the morning, but at least he will remember his dreams.

The pain fades from his back each time his brother's lips press against a cut. The outside world would look in at this and recoil in disgust. They would point their fingers and call it a sin, but there is no sin here. The only sin is that the two share the same blood.

"What are you dreaming about?"

His brother ask him this as he pretends to sleep. It is now that he feels he is committing a sin. The feeling of his brother's breath against his ear and the back of his neck is a feeling he can not deny pleases him. He wants to turn around and move closer to his brother. He wants to release the band from his brother's hair so that he can play with it and breath in the smell of expensive shampoo. His brother is so close to him and it is a sin that he can not touch him in the way he wants.

"I am dreaming about a different me" Yun Se answers. " A me who lives in a place where you and I are not brothers. Where this place does not exist."

He feels his brother's hand on his arm. Why is his brother's hand trembling? Confused, Yun Se turns onto his other side so that he can look at his brother. The older brother looks serious, but he also look so sad.

"That sounds like a horrible dream" his brother answers, "I could never imagine a world where you and I are not brothers."

'Even in that world we would not be strangers' is what Yun Se wants to say, but he is afraid that his words will betray him and reveal his feelings.

"Please forget that dream" his brother says softly.

He melts into his brother's touch, nuzzling against his brother's palm which is now gently caressing his cheek. This is his brother's way of showing affection. This is Yun Se's way of falling deeper into sin.

"When I become an adult, no one is ever going to hurt you. I'll keep you some place where you will never have to feel pain or fear. I will make them pay for hurting you" his brother whispers.

It is then that Yun Se realizes he is not the only one falling into sin. His brother's hand pulls away from his face, but the phantom touch is still there. Each of them are falling deeper into sin but only one of them realizes.

And for now, Yun Se finds some contentment in that.

"Airyn! Get off me Airyn!"

Wrapping his arms around the squirming teen, Airyn held him close as he sealed his mouth over the younger man's mouth. It was hard enough trying to keep a hold on him, but when the younger man began to kick his legs widly, it became almost impossible.

"Chiharu you have to stop! Are you trying to get punished?" Airyn said, forcing Chiharu over onto his back. Now the younger man would have no choice but to stay still and listen to him.

"Go to hell! Let go of me!" the dark-haired teen cried, still struggling even after being trapped by Airyn's much larger body.

"No I won't let you go! Master Yun Se said to keep you in bed. So you have to stay in bed" Airyn yelled back.

Reaching down, Airyn decided to play dirty as he snapped the buttons on the front of the tiny black leather shorts the teen wore. As expected, Chiharu wore no underwear (and with shorts that short and tight, Airyn doubted the boy could have even if he wanted to). Gripping the boy's flaccid penis, he began to stroke him slowly; a grin coming onto his slightly tanned face as Chiharu swore and fell back against the pillows.

"Not fair" the teen muttered, 'You're cheating Airyn."

Airyn did not reply, leaning his head down so he could kiss and nibble up and down the side of Chiharu's neck. His own thick, curly hair tumbled forward, making the boy giggle softly as the strands tickled his throat. It was not th reaction Airyn had been going for, but at least Chiharu was no longer fighting him.

"Chiharu..." Airyn said, beginning to toy with the mushroom shaped head of the boy's penis. "Is this okay? I can stop--"

Before he could even think to pull his hand away, Chiharu clenched his legs together, holding the man's arm in place. "You'll never be a good master if you keep up that kind of attitude" Chiharu said with a little pout, before slowly easing his legs open again.

Airyn smiled, and then laughed softly, before continuing to pump the boy's arousal. "I don't want to be a master" Airyn murmurred, sharing another, more chaste, kiss with the boy.

Moaning softly, Chiharu wrapped his arms around Airyn and began stroking the man's hair since he knew the older man liked it. "I can't be your master. Not yet anyway" Chiharu said, before muffling his soft cries by burying his face against Airyn's shoulder.

Shifting positions once again, Airyn sat with Chiharu's back pressed against his chest. He liked it better this way because he could keep Chiharu close to him. It was also the way Chiharu liked it too.

"I know" Airyn murmured, burying his face against Chiharu's shoulder. When the boy got older maybe things would be different and Chiharu would want him. He had seen the younger man dominate plenty of men older than him so he knew it was not because of their ages.

His hand stilled for a minute as he pressed his thumb against the boy's slit, hearing him cry out softly as Chiharu's hips bucked forward, pushing the boy's slim cock in and out of his hand. It made Airyn happy to hear the noises that Chiharu made, but he wished he could also make those same noises from Chiharu pleasing him.

"Airyn, you can fuck me if you want" Chiharu whispered, his voice soft and husky from arousal and being close to orgasm. "Please..."

It was the same plea as always. Even though Chiharu begged for it, Airyn could never give in to those soft whispered pleas. Insteda, he would bury his face against the side of Chiharu's, and began to pump Chiharu's cock faster and faster until the boy cried out his name and wetted his hand with his seed.

"Sorry Chiharu" he murmured, kissing the side of Chiharu's neck as he wiped his hand off on the sheet.

"Stop apologizing" Chiharu said, his voice sounding tired as he rested back against Airyn. He knew what the older man wanted, but he was not sure whether or not he would be able to give it to him.

"I love you Chiharu" Airyn whispered, smiling against the boy's flushed skin.

"I think you made my fever go down... I'm cold now" Chiharu muttered, his tired eyes falling shut.

Chuckling softly, Airyn grabbed the dark blue duvet and pulled it up around them, keeping his arms wrapped around Chiharu's slight body.

"Airyn...when I become a little older, I promise I'll be your master" Chiharu said, turning sideways in the man's lap and resting his head against Airyn's chest.

Airyn smiled as he hugged Chiharu to him. "I'm holding you to that promise, Chiharu."

Being a good mother and raising a kid nowadays was hard. There was too much going on in the world to believe in the lies that shows like “Leave It to Beaver” would have you believe. There was no Mayberry where an old fat Aunt Bee would leave pies out on her windowsill. And Opus and his father would not go walking down the road whistling with their fishing rods and tackle box.

That is why I decided to never have children. I would never give birth to one and I would never adopt one. Sure I made a few mistakes but that was nothing a trip to the clinic couldn’t fix. Besides, I was a whore, what business did I have bringing a child into this world?

That all changed when I met him though.

I must say throughout my life I had never gotten along with children. I abhorred being around my nieces and nephews. Being hugged by a kid was like being stabbed in the ass with a hot iron poker to me. My skin would crawl whenever I would be touched by their grubby little hands; and repulsed by the sight of their snotty little noses and their constant need to run off at the mouth.

Which is why I knew I was finally losing my mind when I took that kid home. He was just sitting outside in the pouring rain with nothing but a pair of pajamas on. At first I thought he was a girl until I got him home and out of those wet clothes. Not once did he ask a question or even protest to me leading him away from where he had been sitting. He was like one of those little, glass-eyed Victorian-era dolls I used to play with as a child.

It’s nice to be able to come home after a hard night of work and discover breakfast on the table. On the day I didn’t work the kid would get up and cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He never came into my room, but the food would be on a tray that was sitting outside my door. He never asked whether I wanted to eat something or not. He would just silently cook the food and then disappear back into his room.

He’s a strange kid, but I imagine that’s what I like about him. There is nothing ordinary about him so I can’t dislike him for the usual reason. Plus he’s cute as a button. Several times I’ve got offers from guys who want to use him but that’s not my style. I’m not going to do to him what was done to me so many times by the people I thought I could trust.

He is my beautiful little dark-skinned prince. I guess to him I am his pink haired queen. Which would make these forsake slums our kingdom.