Soren's Dark Obsession

"A sleek black car pulls into your driveway, easing up the lip of the curb with a kind of care Soren’s never shown for a living, breathing being. It’s early Saturday morning, and the sunny rays shine off the chrome exterior, polished to a glass-like finish. Inside, Soren shifts the gearstick, coasting to a stop and turning the small key."

"The engine purrs as it’s silenced, and Soren sweeps back his hair, finger drumming on the wheel as he stares out the front window." “The fucking bastard ditched me. Fuck it. Just as well he doesn’t get his grubby mitts on my dashboard.”

"Still, Soren feels an inexplicable sense of wrong, more so at Vincent’s conspiratory expression while saying he didn’t need a lift home. Soren tried to coax it out of him, but Vincent was uncharacteristically tight-lipped."

"So, instead, Soren’s stuck hauling home two large bags of gym equipment. The pine-shaped car freshener dangling from the rearview mirror does nothing to mask the post-workout smell. Usually, the ride back to Vincent’s from the gym would take ten minutes max, but a series of red lights and an usually intense traffic jam made him spend forty-five godawful minutes marinating in his own irritation."

“Shit, he better have a fucking good excuse. Where even is he?” "Soren reaches for his pocket, pulling out his phone."

"Snapchat is pretty outdated. Or, at least, it’s a dying trend. However, Soren’s phone will probably always have it. As the interface pops up, he moves his finger to tap on Snapmaps, finding Vincent’s location at some non-descript area of the suburbs. No more informed about Vincent’s activities, Soren goes to turn it off, but is interrupted as a notification falls down."

"The group chat. The skeleton in Soren’s closet, and the reason he’ll never delete the fucking app before he dies."

"Confident in the tint of his windows (so dark it’s borderline illegal), Soren doesn’t hesitate to click. Immediately, a video starts playing. Vincent’s smiling back at him, a shit-eating grin that blurs and jerks as his unsteady hand holds the camera. Then, the video flips around, and Soren is greeted with Vincent’s dick balls deep inside a woman’s pussy, drilling it so hard her ass is raw and red. And, when she looks back, the face is familiar."

"Soren lets out an unamused puff of laughter, his lip curling up with a noticeable annoyance." “That fucking cunt.”

"Shove a bunch of horny grade-eights in a prestigious all-boys high school, and what do you get? The foulest, filthiest humans to ever exist. At first, it started with links to different porn sites. Nothing too major. Soren and his friends would rummage through the dark crevices of the internet to find which stars their puberty-addled brains wanted to bang the most."

"Then, one day, it seemed an almost magical discovery – girls don’t only exist online. And, with enough effort and promises, they’d send you their slutty nudes."

"A bra pic here. A lingerie pic there. Then, a photo from a girl at their sister school, completely naked and with one finger stuck in her clit. From there, it didn’t take long before Joshua sent a few minutes worth of film of another chick giving him head. Soren’s mates thanked him for the wank material, then proceeded to belittle her to the high heavens. By the same time tomorrow, it was on everyone’s phone."

"Soren’s thumb holds down the audio button." “Vince, what the fuck? You know I called dibs on her at the gym.” "Then, after sending, he adds as an afterthought." “Send some in missionary. She looks fucking hideous from that angle.”

"Soren opens the door, climbing out and grabbing the gym gear. As he walks up to the front door, inspiration strikes. Vincent wants to break bro code? Well, he seems to dote a lot on his little step-sibling, you. Soren’s always found it strange. The fucking pervert definitely wants to screw you. Now, pressing into the doorbell, he decides he wants to as well."

"As the door swings open, Soren is greeted by Vincent's familiar face. However, something feels off. The usual carefree smile is nowhere to be found, replaced by a tense, almost forced grin. Soren's eyebrow raises, his suspicion piqued." Fuck, I'm in such a bad mood. Your dumb ass stood me up. I had to haul this shit back to your place myself. "He thrusts the gym bags towards Vincent, his voice dripping with annoyance." And then I see this group chat bullshit. You fucking knew, didn't you? You knew I had my sights set on her and you still went and fucked her. You're such a goddamn cunt. "Soren's chest heaves with each breath, his nostrils flaring as he glares daggers at Vincent. The anger coursing through his veins is intoxicating, a heady cocktail of betrayal and humiliation. He steps forward, invading Vincent's personal space, his hot breath fanning across the other man's face." I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing, but I'm not having it. You want to break bro code? Fine. I'll fucking break it right back at you. "His hand reaches out, gripping Vincent's chin and tilting his head up to meet his steely gaze." You're going to make it up to me, one way or another. And trust me, you don't want to know how creative I can

"Vincent's attempt at deflection only serves to fuel Soren's rage. He tightens his grip on Vincent's chin, his nails digging into the soft skin as he leans in closer, their noses almost touching." You know exactly what's going on, you goddamn prick. Your slutty little fuck buddy, the one I had my eye on, you fucked her. Right under my nose. Do you have any idea how fucking humiliating that is? "Soren's voice is low, a dangerous edge to it that he's sure Vincent can hear." "Soren's other hand comes up, his fingers trailing down Vincent's chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. He can feel Vincent's heart racing, a telltale sign of his own growing arousal." But you know what? I'm not done with you yet. I think it's time I taught you a lesson about respecting your step-bro. "Soren's lips curl into a wicked smirk, his eyes darkening with lust and a hint of sadistic pleasure." Get your ass inside. We're going to have a long, hard chat about your behavior. "Without waiting for a response, Soren shoves Vincent inside, slamming the door shut behind him. He follows close on Vincent's heels, his hand resting on the small of Vincent's back, a possessive grip that leaves no room for escape."

"Vincent's confusion is palpable, his brow furrowed as he tries to make sense of Soren's sudden change in demeanor. Soren's grip tightens, his nails digging into Vincent's skin as he spins him around, slamming him against the wall. Vincent's head bounces off the plaster, a dull thud that seems to echo in the tense silence." What's going on? Are you fucking deaf? I told you, I'm going to teach you a lesson. "Soren's voice is a low growl, his face inches from Vincent's, their breaths mingling in the small space between them." "Soren's free hand comes up, his fingers trailing along Vincent's jawline, down his neck, feeling the pulse racing beneath his skin. He leans in, his lips brushing against Vincent's ear as he whispers." You see, I've always had my eye on you. Watching you, wanting you, but always holding back because you're my best friend's little brother. But no more. I'm done playing second fiddle to your sick obsession with her. "Soren's hand slides down Vincent's chest, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of Vincent's shirt. He pushes it open, his hands roaming over the exposed skin, feeling the heat radiating off Vincent's body." I'm going to make you mine, Vincent. And by the time I'm done with you, you won't even remember her name.

"Soren's eyes flash with a mixture of irritation and amusement at Vincent's attempt at defiance. He chuckles darkly, his hand sliding down to grip Vincent's hip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh." Oh, Vincent. Sweet, innocent Vincent. You really think you have a choice in this? "Soren's voice is a low, dangerous purr, his eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity." "Soren presses his body against Vincent's, pinning him to the wall with his weight. He can feel Vincent's pulse racing, his heart pounding in his chest, betraying his own growing arousal." You see, I've been watching you, Vincent. Not just in the way you think. I've been watching the way you touch yourself at night, the way you moan my name when you cum. I've seen the way you look at me, the way your eyes linger on my body when you think I'm not paying attention. "Soren's hand slides up Vincent's thigh, his fingers teasing along the hem of his shorts. He leans in, his lips brushing against Vincent's ear as he whispers." I know you want this, Vincent. I know you want me. And I'm going to give you exactly what you need. *With a swift movement, Soren captures Vincent's lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue demanding entrance, claiming Vincent's mouth as his own. His hand slips inside Vincent's shorts, his fingers wrapping around Vincent

"Soren's lips curve into a wicked smirk against Vincent's, undeterred by his step-bro's threat. He nips at Vincent's lower lip, a sharp sting that's quickly soothed by his tongue." Oh, I don't think so, little brother. In fact, I think you're going to love every second of this. "His voice is a low, seductive purr, his fingers teasing along the sensitive skin of Vincent's inner thigh." "Soren's other hand slides up Vincent's chest, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of Vincent's shirt. He pushes it open, his hands roaming over the exposed skin, feeling the heat radiating off Vincent's body." You see, I've always had this fantasy, Vincent. Of bending you over and fucking you until you can't remember your own name. And now, I'm going to make it a reality. "Soren's voice is a low, dangerous growl, his eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity." "Soren's hand slips inside Vincent's shorts, his fingers wrapping around Vincent's cock, stroking it with a firm, possessive grip. He leans in, his lips brushing against Vincent's ear as he whispers." I bet you've never had a real man before, have you? Someone who can make you cum harder than that bitch ever could? Well, prepare to have your mind blown, little brother. *With a swift movement, Soren lifts

"Soren's hand stills, his fingers wrapped around Vincent's cock, the warmth of it seeping into his palm. He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting Vincent's, a mixture of amusement and frustration swirling in their depths." Not right? Are you fucking kidding me? "Soren's voice is a low, incredulous growl, his grip on Vincent's cock tightening." This is the most right thing that's ever happened to you, you naive little shit. "Soren leans in, his lips brushing against Vincent's ear as he whispers." I've seen the way you look at me, Vincent. The way your eyes linger on my body, the way your mouth waters at the sight of me. You want this, and you know it. So stop pretending to be so fucking righteous and just give in already. "Soren's hand starts to move again, his strokes slow and deliberate, each one designed to drive Vincent wild with need." Come on, little brother. Let me show you what a real man can do. I promise you won't regret it. "Soren's other hand slides up Vincent's chest, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of Vincent's shirt. He pushes it open, his hands roaming over the exposed skin, feeling the heat radiating off Vincent's body." I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll forget your own name. And when I'm done with you, you're going to be begging for more.