| Title: Brotherly Love Author: munky Rating: NC-17 for older brother/younger brother incest, violence and rape, questionable bestiality (may squick some), foul (bad pun, yes�) language, and Mighty Ducks cameo (nothing wrong with that, though) Pairing: Tank/Honker Author Notes: My weirdness muse, funky, has decided to reveal herself. She's the exact opposite of me and is twice as weird as I could ever be. Anyway, funky likes Darkwing Duck slash, but I thought the characters were too young for lemon yet. So I aged Tank to 19 and Honker to 15 and let funky have her twisted little way. I figure if I let her take over a fic, she'll finally leave me alone!! This kook is worse than any sort of rabid plot bunny I've ever encountered!! Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't Sue. Everything belongs to Disney, not me or you. ON WIT DA FIC!! The years had been kind to Tank Muddlefoot. Instead of being the pudgy wild-haired kid he was at twelve, he was now a lean, muscular 19 year old. Granted, he still lived with his parents and younger brother, but there was a good reason. It saved him enough money to buy a sweet looking hotrod to take him back and forth from college However, there was another, darker reason behind why he stayed at home. He was obsessed with Honker, his younger brother. Ever since Tank had gone through puberty, he had realized that girls never appealed to him. Sure, he'd dated girls and even had sex with some of them, but it didn't feel right. Deep down, he knew he was attracted to males and one male in particular; Honker. He hid this obsession, knowing that the younger boy was jailbait. Nevertheless, once Honker had turned fifteen, the need to claim him was overwhelmingly unavoidable. Honker had changed as well during the seven years that had passed. Before, he had been a nasal-voiced, four-eyed stereotype of a nerd. Now he had gotten rid of his glasses through corrective eye surgery and grew out his hair enough to put it in a ponytail, while puberty and a decent antihistamine had corrected his voice. Even his personality had changed. Honker Muddlefoot was no longer an easily bullied and usually ignored little boy; he had become a self-confident and studious young man. This was the opportunity Tank waited for, to see Honker build himself up. It made knocking him down that much more interesting. Before Tank was through with the younger blonde, Honker would not only be his, he would be only his. * * * "Hey Honk, whatcha doin'?" He smiled, seeing the younger boy twitch unconsciously. No matter what Honker did, he would always remember how much grief and pain that simple phase could produce. Then the younger boy looked up at him, eyes full of indifference as he sat at his desk. Books and papers littered the surface, showing that Honker had been in the middle of his homework. "'Lo Tank," he muttered, nonchalant as he turned back to his studies. "What do you want?" "Now is that anyway to talk to your big brother?" Tank purred, entering the room and making sure to lock the door behind him. He smiled again as Honker looked up, startled at the sound of the lock. //What is Tank up to? He should know by now that I'm not afraid of anything he tries to do to me.// Honker looked at the taller spiky-haired redhead warily. Tank was blocking the door, but if it came to escape, Mr. Mallard had taught him a few tricks. Honker tensed up, waiting for Tank to take a swing at him, so he could be prepared for it. Instead Tank walked up to him, arms wide, and gathered him in a hug. Honker's blue eyes grew wide in cold fear and shock as Tank's hands wandered down from the small of his back to cup his bottom. "What *are* YOU DOING?!" Honker squawked, trying to pull away from his brother's iron-grip. "Let me GO!" "Shh�it's okay Honker. I'm not doing anything you don't want," Tank cooed into his ear, getting harder with all of the younger boy's struggling. "Like HELL YOU AREN'T!!!" With that, Honker slammed his sneakered foot down hard on Tank's. The redhead gave a howl of pain and loosened his grip enough for Honker to slip out of his arms. He scrambled past Tank to the door, closer and closer to that beautiful shiny doorknob of salvation. He was so close, about to put his hand to the lock to unlock it, and escape- A fist smashed into the side of his face, knocking him down to the floor. Stars exploded before his eyes and he clutched the side of his face in pain. The flesh there was tender and sore and when he pulled his hand away, it was streaked with blood. "I tried to be nice, since you're my brother, but you wanted it the hard way!" Tank loomed over the sprawled figure of his little brother, his face twisted with a mixture of lust and hatred. Honker looked up at him with pain-filled, confused eyes. "Why?" next back to misc. slash |