It was evening, about 7 o'clock pm, Ganny had gotten off of work early. He had just finished taking a shower, and was towel drying his hair, walking down the staircase, through the hallway, and into the kitchen. His glasses were slipped onto the belt loop of his slightly baggy, faded jeans. He wore no shirt, or any boxers, or even socks, and there was no belt to keep his pants up so they dropped along his fine, pale hips. After finishing the towel drying, he folded the towel up and put it on the chair, now combing his hair with a spare brush from the counter. At the same time he was pouring some nice coffee for himself.

The kittens were tucked up in their room, playing with their toys, while a few others napped. He was going to let them into his room when he decides to go to bed, but not right now. He finished brushing his hair, and set the coffee mug down, putting on his glasses, and pulling out a ponytail from his pocket, and he tied his hair back into a loose ponytail.

Last week had been horrible, hectic, and full of emotionally disturbed people as usual. It was amazing he didn't crack or was affected by them. But he was the type of person who could emotionally disconnect themselves from their job, and become numb to the pain of others, simply focusing on his job. Of course he was very keen on figuring out what was right or wrong, and was never cold to any of his patients, but he couldn't help it when he treats so many people with the same problems he becomes immune to any surprise they reveal.

He wandered into the living room, standing and reading a newspaper. Headline story about something happening in the city. He wasn't really paying attention. At least he remembered to put cream and sugar in his coffee, which he was sipping at the moment.

Ganny really shouldn't leave his doors unlocked, whether he's home or not. Especially when he's in the shower, naked, and completely vunerable.

He knew it would be unlocked. Their mother had had the same abnoxious habbit. It actually concerned him though, that Ganny lived alone and didn't lock the door. Who'd have thought? Christopher Valentine concerned for anyone's fate.

But little brothers will always be little brothers and really nothing can pull that bond apart. Not entirly.

Chris happened to give himself a fully-loaded, completely free tour of Ganny's house while his brother showered. Now he's standing in the kitchen's doorway holding one of the ... precious.... >.< ... kittens. He's not very fond of animals. But he's holding it, delicatly almost, and he's strocking it's alien-big head between it's little bat-like ears.

"You should really break that habbit you know." He's not talking about the door being unlocked, by the way.

Chris' hair has grown out some, though really he keeps it short, as per code for his profession. He's dressed in a pair of tan slacks and a black button down shirt. Ganny probably didn't even notice the jacket drapped over the back of the sofa in the living room.

Good lord, and he even had the bathroom door open and everything.

Ganny couldn't break the habit of leaving the side door open; he was prone to losing keys or even leaving them in the house, and he didn't want to break down the door or window to get in. Not that he really needed to, he might be a Necromancer, but he was still a mage and should be able to simply unlock his doors using magic. That really never occurs to him at times, maybe every once in a while it will, but not when he's swearing and red-faced because he can't find his house keys.

Ah, almost-not quite so-brotherly love.

Ganny happened to whip around when he heard his brother's voice, ponytail whirling back and he was going to do something but- Rouge was in the man's hands. His eyes seem to double size, as do his pupils. He's sort of in shock, staring at his big brother in anger and surprise, and is that a little fear? His slim torso was stretched backwards, sincec only his upperbody moved when he whipped around. His face had paled, quite a feat since he was already pale enough.

"Put her down."

The kitten. He means the kitten, put his baby down you motherfucker. He didn't even say please, or even say his brother's name.

His glare was icey, yet hot.

"What habit?"

Chris smiled. "I missed you too," he said dryly.

He didn't put the kitten down. He kept petting her. By the way, she's purring. It's irritating in his hands but...well, brother's tend to do things to spite eachother like this on purpose. It just so happens that Chris and Ganny never really grew out of the habbit. One has to wonder if they even grew up at all.

Chris walked further into the room and pulled out a chair with the toe of his shoe, then sat down at the table, settling the kitten in his lap and admired how it's claws came out when he squeezed the paw lightly. (It doesn't hurt them in the least.) And when he pet it's ears again it kneaded with it's claws. Interesting. Maybe a little annoying.

"Putting you glasses there. You always do it and you always break them."

How ironic. Rouge was purring.

Ganny glared at the other. Then again, the kitten happened to be rather safe in Chris's hands, didn't she? He glared and turned slowly as the other made his way around his room, glaring at him as he did so.

"Mhm. Like you are one to tell me to break a habit."

He took another drink of coffee, bending over to set the now empty coffee mug and newspaper on the coffee table, and then standing back up and walking over to grab a chair himself, sitting down in it as his icey glare remained on Chris.

"What do you want?" Hm, wrong choice of words, damnit. "Why are you here?" That's a little better.

"What habbit would you be speaking of?"

Sometimes it's hard to predict Chris, mostly because you can never tell if he's looking at you like a peice of meat or a little brother that he loves dearly.

"Just to see you." Not sex or to fuck or to have my way and disappear for a few years again. Really, it's hard to know. He looks so cool and comfortable under that icey gaze. Well...if you shrunk back every time your little sibling threw you a dirty look you'd be forever withdrawn.

"Specify please." Here as in here at his house or here as in here in Bayfield. Ganny would know what he meant. A slow smile drew over his lips. "You just sat on you glasses." His tone said 'by the way...'

"Well, that would be difficult to tell you, considering your habits and hobbies go hand in hand, almost too hard to tell which is which."

Hm, being looked at like a peice of meat verses little brother who is loved dearly, such a hard decision. Ganny always felt uncomfortable under a look like that, and of course he could never look Chris for long in the eyes, which is why he's now staring away, towards the staircase.

"Well you've done that..." Seen him, he means. "Why don't you leave?"

He couldn't help but look back at Chris when the other told him to specify. He had a sort of sneer on his face.

"Oh shut the fuck up. You know what I'm talking about. What do you want from here, in this house? Nothing for you ere. Go to the bar Chris..." He stood up abruptly. "All your little whorish girlfriends are waiting for you anyways..."

He's bitter. But his brother put him through a lot of shit, plus he invaded in his home, and he is holding his kitten. Yea, so he's a bit tense. And maybe a little panicky.

Chris didn't move.

Come on Ganny, after the first few times you've played this game, did you ever win? Did Chris ever just get up and leave at your request? From the day you were born until today it's never happened and likely never will. And he just looked calm

"Specify, please," he repeated. "Here here or here in the city?" He's still petting a now sleeping kitten and he's as comfortable as ever.

"And your glasses are still in your pocket." Broken. Still.

Ganny wrenched the glasses out of his pocket and threw them at Chris in anger. His anger management courses have never helped when dealing with Chris. His cheeks were slightly red and he was almost panting. He actually was quite attractive with the angry blush, his fingers were flexing at his side.

"You know what I mean, prick. Here here! What do you want here?!"

He was suddenly dizzy, he didn't have his glasses and he wasn't breathing properly. He almost lost his footing, and grabbed the chair for support, sliding back down into it. His eyes are half-closed. Gods, this was the last thing he wanted to ever happen.

But it's happening isn't it?

"Like I said, jsut visiting."

Chris watched, one eyebrow raised. The glasses hit his cheek and one piece of broken glass left the faintest nick. He didn't flinch, aside from closeing his eyes.

He opened them in time to see Ganny sway as he was and cocked an eyebrow again. "Jeeze Gan, settle down. What's your problem?" Besides him. He stood up, litting the kitten and putting it in Ganny's hands. He knew enough about his brother to know a kitten in his hands would likely calm him.

"Wheres your damned meds at?"

Ganny immediately took the kitten in his arms, cuddling the fuzz ball. In return, the kitten nuzzled him back, even licking him a few times. He is very attached to his kitties, as they are to him. He eyed Chris suspiciously but turned his attention back to Rouge, even smiling softly as she licked his nose with a pink tongue, in reply, he kissed her nose with his pink mouth.

Meds? Oh yea.

"On the counter. The blue bottle."

Side affects though, he forgot about them, if he paid more attention he would have remembered they make one slightly drowsy and their awareness levels drop. Of course that didn't register because Chris had said he just wanted to see him, not touch him, yea?

The kitten made herself comfortable and Ganny relaxed a bit more in his chair, less panicky now that one of his babies was back in his arms. Chris knows his brother well enough indeed.

Chris crossed the kitchen and read the directions on the bottle before uncapping it and knocking two pills into his hand. He opened one cabnet, and it seemed he also knew Ganny well enough to know where he might keep his cups. Actually, he'd guessed probably close to where their mother would have kept them.

Looking the frdige for bottled water her poured Ganny a glass and brought it back. By that time, his brather was already mellowed by the medication that was animal lover.

He put the glass on the table and held out the pills. "Here."

He looks fourteen again, wandering around the kitchen. Caring about Ganny....without sexually harassing him.

Next time he might not be so sweet.

That's new. Next time? When speaking about Chris, next time could be the next time Ganny says something.

He took the pill obediently, swallowing them with the water, draining the cup easilly. These things do not take long to start, in fact, give it five minutes and you'll notice a difference. He's calmer, and mellow, and seems well, drugged. He isn't tired or sleepy, that is just the pills.

He gave the kitten another kiss, and let her go. She in turn, went prancing off, up the stairs, and then slipping through the entrance only kitty door set in the door to their room. He stood up, slightly wobbly still, bangs falling in his face as he looked over Chris.

"You never answered my question Chris."

His voice is soft, and the angry blush is gone from his cheeks, and his breathing is back to normal. He's leaning on the chair for support, but then grabs the glass and wobbles into the kitchen, leaning against the counter to set the cup in.

By the way, did Chris know that Ganny should only have one pill? These ones are extra strong, hence why he is so wobbly. He looked over at Chris, mouth slightly open, and he licked his lips, wetting them and shaking his head.

"What do you want here? As in this house?"

He almost slipped as he moved, and turned, leaning back against the counter for support, compact torso mucles flexing as he does so. What does Chris want here? He said he wouldn't touch him, and he said he wanted to see him- oh gods, he couldn't think right now, nor could he see that well...

Chris made a slight frown when Ganny got so quickly...lucid. He looked at the blue pill bottle in his hand again. Maybe just half of the perscription would have done it eh?

"I told you already," he watched the kitten scamper out of the room, hands on his hips, and then turned back to his drugged brother. "I came to see you. Although, I'll admit I expected a bit of a warmer welcome." He probably shouldn't, considering Ganny could never tell what reason Chris was there when he showed up.

He slipped a strong arm around his brother's waist, then pulled Ganny's arm over his shoulder and huled him off easily to the sofa and deposited him there. "Does your shrink know this shit does this to you?" Shrink. It isn't a shrink, not really...or was it. Either way, he was a doctor, he didn't consider shrinks doctors. Another prjudice.

"Mmm, okay..."

He was slightly more stable, but not much more. He did snort though, when the other mentioned a warmer greeting. Of course Chris wouldn't have, but it might have been less rough if the other rang the doorbell like a normal person?

He sighed and let his brother wrap his arm around his waist, head flopping against Chris's shoulder as they sort of walked into the living room. When on the couch, he sort of spread out almost provacatively, not purposely, legs spread and hands above his head, eyes half-open as he looked up at Chris.

"Yeeaaa, it used to be worse, used to immediately pass out...that takes four now though..."

Ganny is a shrink too, mind you. Kind of ironic actually.

Yeah.

Mums was so proud of Ganny when he got his PhD as a head doctor but Chris hadn't earned a glance when they realized he'd been going to school and had received a doctrine as a surgeion. He's not typically jelous of their parents affection towards Ganny, in fact, usually he prefered it that way, but that.... that 'oh we have a doctor in the family!' and 'oh....you went to college too?' had sort of sparked a bad bit of tender with him.

Not that Chris thinks of Ganny as a doctor eaither. Just a shrink.

"See..." He murmered. He flooped down between Ganny's legs and let his own hang over the other's and almost touch the floor. Really...when they're togather, whether Chris is being mean or not, it's like he never grew up.

Fourty don't remind him years old and he's sitting here looking much like a seventeen year old.

Yea, Mum was proud.

Then again, she happened to adore Ganny and hate Chris. In this environment though, with the two of them so...casual...it is rather amazing (or odd) to see them acting like brothers in this way. One thirty something and the other forty something.

Kind of funny actually.

The position doesn't strike Ganny as odd or uncomfortable at the moment, wiggling under his big brother to stretch out his legs a little, slightly raised on each side of Chris's body. His hair was being pulled out of the pony tail slightly, hence why more bangs were in his face.

He looked to Chris. Nothing much to say.

"Yea..."

Yeah….

Chris let his gaze wander over things that he’d already examined while Ganny was in the shower, including Ganny himself.

What was he doing here anyways?

He told the truth when he said he just came to visit Ganny, and he’d been serious. But these ‘just to visit’ visits always seemed to fail and get awkward between them. Often the resulted in bickering, fighting, or of course, the rare but trust-me-it-happens Ganny-rape. Or maybe not-so-rape. Ganny fought back at first, sure, and he was hesitant, but he didn’t actually stop Chris and he even got into it so Chris isn’t sure what to call the mess that was Ganny anymore.








...((crap))

"I ran into my nephew."

His eyes zoomed in on Chris's face, despite his walking ability, they were rather sharp. They looed over the other's face, as if trying to figure out what was going on in his brother's head. If he knew, he would have been midly insulted. The first time he was only what, 10 years old? That was forced, and the second time was only rather consensual because he was drunk off his rocker - he doesn't even remember it either.

Ganymedes is a mess, if Chris hadn't ruined him when he was younger, he'd be a ot more...normal.

"Jehovah seems very eager to see you again..."

He looked away from Chris, stretching out his arms.

"He wants to kill you, you know."

Well, what a way to kill the rather milder mood, Ganymedes.

(( wasn't crap :pets: ))

Girlfriends and ex-wives are easy to forget. Somehow, no matter how horrible you are to them, and despite how little affection you feel towards them and how little you lave them, your children's names never get forgotten.

The whimpering ones got nicknames...pig. Idiot. Whimp. But the harder ones earned their nicknames.

The wolf. The monster. The bitch.

Jehovah got the title monster.

Because he was a vicious little brat. Voted most likely to be a raving lunatic in Chris' book.

Sadistic little bastard.

Chris sneered at his brother, his face changing like the sky when a sudden storm rolls in. Of the two children he least wants to see, Ganny's been talking to one of them. And why didn't it come as a suprise that the little Sadist had plans for his death?

He half turned towards his brother and...planted his hand very firmly right there. Ouch.

"And when did you have the pleasure?" His voice isn't like ice. It's like fire.

Right there right there? As in...right there?

'Cause if so. Ouch indeed.

Ganymedes had immediately winced, every muscle in his body tightening, and he had bitten his lower lip to stop himself from making a noise. Fuck, that had hurt, more than such a simple touch should have. Chris needs anger management class, or at least needs to learn to aim for other places first. Not just his crotch. He swallowed slowly, eyes watering only slightly, and gave a shaky breath.

His brother was intimidating when angry but he didn't back down.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe a month or so ago? It was an accidental meeting at the coffee shop. He seemed very fit, a cop, did you know that? Very ironic in my mind..."

When he digs himself into a hole, nothing for him to do but shut up or keep on digging deeper. And he's decided to dig deeper. It was ironic to him not because Jehovah was a monster, but because his father was. Jehovah simply intimidated Ganny. And Ganny didn't smirk, smile, or frown at the other, but there was this vague hint of smugness around him, staring back boldly into Chris's eyes.

Ouch is right. Because right there is indeed right there.

And just because Ganny is being a brat, right there got pushed on harder.

Anger managment? Aim for other places? Chris would argue that matter. What's the point of beating around the bush when you can get straight to the point?

"Yes I knew that." He spat the words through gritted teeth. "What did he say? Miss dear old dad?" Note the synicism.

Ouch.

And add an extra oomf to that ouch when the other pushed harder. Ganny winced even more, not stopping his hands as they went down, grabbing the other's wrist to try to pull it away. He made a grunting sort of noise, biting his lip a bit harder, knees drawing up Chris's sides as he slowly tries to curl up into a more protective position.
"Not. At. All."

The words are slightly strained, if he bites his lip any harder he might cause himself to bleed.

"Talked about...other unfortunate...children of...your's."

Like Lucifer, Lucifer was always his favorite, especially when Chris picked on him at a very very young age, Ganny would try to stop him. He really cared for Lucifer.

"Not much. Else."

The hands around his wrist did nothing to pull his hand away, he just leaned forward and used his other hand to grab Ganny's wrist and hold it up. The legs that drew up around his body got ignored, except the one that Chris' legs were hung over. That leg get pushed back flat against the sofa.

Yeah, Chris knew that Lucifer was Ganny's favorite, or at least that the tripletes were but he seemed to favor Lucifer. And he knew that Jehovah dear gave Ganny the creeps. Soo...

"Why were you talking to him? I'm suprised he didn't slit you throat. Maybe he followed you home..." Jehovah had always been a rather creepy kid. "Speaking of children. I met Juliana. You should see her now. She's so grown up and so much fun" false affection. Slow grin. Ganny sees where that was hinting right? "And Lucifer. What is it with Coffee shops. We...ran into eachother the other day." His grin was just not nice.

Of course, with Lucifer he's implying something happened but really he just made the simpering brat cry and left him in the parking lot.

"You...jackass!"

Ganny ignored the first few comments about Jehovah, refusing to look at him in the face, but when he spoke of Juliana and Lucifer...his head snapped back to the other. He had no free hands, considering Chris was on top of one, holding back the other. He was kind of stuck and flustered at the moment, he did not like Chris being so close, it was obvious, he was pushing himself back in the chair, wide-eyed and almost...shaking. From fear perhaps? But anger was there too. Lots of it.

"You. Sick. Fuck."

Words ground out, he looked like he was about to wail on Chris. If he had his arms and leg free, he would.

Chris grinned. "I got it from daddy," he replied. Maybe mom too but he hated that bitch more then he hated their father.

He pressed down harder, breifly, then reached back and grabbed Ganny's leg, pushed it over his head so that he didn't have his legs around him. He then uncerimoniously rolled Ganny off of the couch and sat down on his back, either leg on either side of Ganny's head, his feet on the carpet there.

Just like ten year olds.

Really, they don't grow up.

"Bitch."

Ganny didn't argue with that, Vater certainly had been a jackass, hadn't he? The younger man simply gave a grumble, twisting about, but gave a look of surprise when he found himself rolling off the couch.

Oh shit.

He managed not to hurt his face, but gave a sort of choke like grut when the other sat on his back. Heavy ass, he could hardly move, but he certainly did squirm beneath the other, trying to get out from below him.

Back to name calling where they?

"Slut."

Chris slapped the back of Ganny's head with an open hand when the other started to squirm. Then he slapped him again when he called him a slut.

"Maybe so but at least I get some outside the family."

Dark grin.

He made no noises or no indications of the fact he'd been slapped, only glowered darkly at the floor. Damn the medication he took, because if he hadn't, he'd be all over Chris, hitting everything he could in sight. That is, as soon as he got Chris off his back. But all he could do was freeze, eyes wide and whole body shaking.

It went over Ganny immediately, causing a breif flash of anger, then disgust, and even perhaps more fear...he felt like crying. But all he did was continue his hopeless, pointless struggle. Unable to say anything at all, too angry and too afraid.

Damn the medicine because without it Ganny would have had the sense to keep his mouth shut about Jehovah and Chris would still be the friendly brother.

As it is, he put a big hand on the back of Ganny's head and pushed his face into the floor because he didn't say anything back. "Give up Gan? Just like always huh? Because mom isn't here to run and cry to." It's a bitter point really. He's treating him the same way he treated Jehovah after his mom died by the way.

"NnnnNO!"

Ganny bucked, trying to throw Chris off of him, shoving about more violently so, even though he felt he had hardly the energy to do so. He was angry. He didn't fully realize because of the effect of the meds, but he certainly was moving quickly, bucking, and squirming maddeningly to get the other off. It really didn't work, but he was trying.

"N-never give up!"

Chris grinned darkly, still holding the other's face down, and shifted position so that he could lean forward, turn Ganny's face to the side, and press his cheek against his brother's.

"If you don't stop bucking like that I'll have to give you what you want. GOd, Ganny, all you had to do was ask." He rolled his eyes.

The grin said clearly what he meant.

Ganny froze when Chris pressed his face against his, and he continued on to turn a lovely shade of paper white when the other spoke. Nononono...

"ThatsnotwhatIwant!"

A shout of sorts and he resumed his fight against the other, trying to squirm out from the other, push him off somehow, damn the small genes he possessed. He was so afraid right now, it was like that familiar horrible creeping sensation. More tossing about.

He was terrified.

Chris' grin didn't fade.

"Seems to me you just can't quite squirming." He ground his groin against his brother's back. Feel it? Fear him.

With enough fear it'll eaither turn him on more or just make him borde. Just like every thing else...it's hard to tell with Chris.

He's not sitting on Ganny's back anymore but it's like there's a weight holding Ganny down anyways. Maybe it's because Chris wove a spell over his brother. Now he's kneeling in front of Ganny and slipping a finger into Ganny's mouth.

He better know enough by now not to risk biting Chris.

"B-because you won't get off me."

If glares could shoot daggers, Chris would be pierced head to toe.

Ganny hates this, he seriously does. He knows a spell when it is being cast, he isn't in the right state of mind to try to block or reverse it either. He is just stuck there, half about to cry, half about to start to scream and yell. He is still wiggling, despite the fact Chris is kneeling in front of him.

Eyes widen and he tries to back up but can't due to the spell.

Ganny, disgusted with his weakness, allows the other to slip his finger in his mouth. At least it isn't other parts of his body, he was thankful for that.

Don't be so thankful so soon.

Biting the finger won't even get half of the anger...and pain...towards Ganny, that biting his other...ahem...parts would.

He happens to be unzipping his pants.

Oh no.

Ganny's eyes widened, looking up at Chris hurredly, shaking his head. Nononono, he didn't want this! He was shaking, he was too afraid. Later on he'll wonder why he didn't fight back more, bite Chris, or at least try to prevent this. But right now he knows why.

Because he is terrified of this man. It is like a heavy weight of dread and anxiety piled on his shoulders, he can't move, it is amazing he can even breath. He feared his big brother so much, a few tears did manage to leak out of his eyes. No.

But the other couldn't be stopped and Ganny couldn't refuse him, too afraid of what would happen if he did, so he just took it and dealt with it.

He loathed Christopher.

(( Curtain Call ))