Temptation

24 years back....

Damien was shivering alone in his hiding place. He just got a brutal beating from his father for failing to complete his home work. He tried to suppress his pained whimper as much as he could. But cold and hunger along with his battered body was making it impossible for the 5 year old to hold his agony. His mother who was his only solace and protection was sick and taken to the hospital. He heard whispers from the maid that he would have a baby brother soon. Damien was scared. No.. this time not for himself but on behalf of the unborn brother. He didn't want him to suffer on the hand of his monster father and a mother who had long since resigned to fate, given up on life. But he was still determined. He would protect his brother. They would always have each other, they would fight together and survive together. Damien was happy, he smiled through his tears, he smiled through the haze of pain in anticipation of his ally, his brother.

22 years back..

A young Merida was reading a story to a dark haired 7 year old boy who listened to her in rapt attention, his curious dark eyes shinning with glee. On his lap, his 2 year old brother was playing with his hands. Both the boys were inseparable. Drake, the younger one always reached out to Damien and Damien was equally enamoured with the chubby toddler. "Dami", the toddler yawned, sucking his thumbs.

"I think he is sleepy, should we take him to mommy?" Asked Damien cautiously.

Merida sighed. "No Bubba, mommy is not well, why don't we take him to his crib. I will prepare a bottle. Would you stay with him till then?" Said Merida caressing the elder boy's bruised cheeks. It had turned into bluish black from the latest assault by his father. When the lady of the house was wallowing in depression, taking pills every day lost in her own agony, this was bound to happen. Estella Bishop still mourned the loss of her first love Andrew and she never accepted Adrian as her husband. No one knew what happened behind closed doors but it was evident without a shred of doubt that Adrian and Estella was only married in papers.

"Stay here dear, I will be back with his milk." Said Merida as Damien nodded, his eyes alight with warm affection for his brother.

Merida was almost done in the kitchen when she heard the commotion coming from the children's room. She frantically rushed out towards the sound, hoping against hope the monster had not come back early.

"You bastard!!!" Shouted Adrian as he shook the trembling 7 year old. "Didn't I tell you not to come near my son? How dare you touch him?"

"I am sorry daddy, I am sorry," sobbed Damien as he took another punch. Drake was crying hysterically trying to reach out to his brother from the crib, trying his best to protect him with his small hands.

"I am not your da..." spitted Adrian. "Never mind"!!

Merida looked helplessly from the threshold as Adrian lifted a crying Drake from his crib and went out of the room kicking Damien one last time.

10 years back..

The conference room was tensed as a dark haired teen twirled the gun in his finger, his dead eyes focused on the man trembling on the floor. Adrian sat at the head of the table with satisfactory smile as he watched the monster he created wreck havoc. His plan was running beautifully well. While he turned Damien into this cold unfeeling creature, his own son was enjoying his life, living to the fullest.

'Take that Andrew,' he thought. 'You stole everything from me when we grew up, now your son will pay the price. He would be nothing but a puppet in my hands. Look at him, not a mere 19 year old but Devil created by me. And when time comes he would serve my son as he serves me.' He watched lazily as Damien's cold eyes devoid of any emotion looked down upon his prey. The more the man whimpered, the more Damien became cruel.

Adrian watching lazily, thoroughly enjoying the scene when the door of the conference room banged open and 14 year old Drake barged in without invitation, a shining trophy in his hand, his face alight with excitement. 'Shit!' How could Adrian forget? Today was Drake's baseball match. Looks like their team won. Adrian was so so proud. He got up from his seat to congratulate Drake for his accomplishments, and also to steer him away from the scene unfolding in front of him. As he began to move towards his son his feet froze. Drake was smiling jubilantly, his expression bright as he quickly bypassed Adrian and hugged Damien who looked at his brother with fond expression his dead eyes partially returning to life , casually hiding the gun in his back pocket.

"I did it Dami!!!!, just like you said I would. Why didn't you come? I waited for you.... You should have seen me in the field, the coach said I improved a lot. I told him you helped me... Dami! Dami! Are you listening to me?"

To say Adrian was shocked was an understatement. All his life he tried to separate Drake from Damien. He was not foolish... he recognised early on how much intelligent, how much sharp Damien was, just like Andrew. He was kind, compassionate and had a large heart full of love, just like Andrew. It was fake all fake, just like Andrew. And so he methodically started destroying Damien until he was a soulless carcass. He had utilised the intelligence and sharp mind of Andrew's spawn to his benefit while killing the humanity within him.

But as he watched his son hugging Damien he felt defeated again. As if Andrew was laughing from the hell where he had personally delivered him.

Present....

Damien looked at his brother smiling coyly at him with mild irritation.

"Why are you here and not at my office when it seems you are back hours ago?" asked Damien.

Drake looked at Damien absentmindedly his gaze locked to the beautiful treasure happily purring in his brother's arms. It was a curious experience indeed. When he arrived at the mansion in search of his brother he was simply eager to inform news regarding their newest acquisition. As usual he wanted Damien's praise, his appreciation but what he found was two conspiratorial twinks. Honestly speaking he absolutely planned to ignore them. He had known Smith for long. The little brat got on his nerves more than ones thwarting his attempt to bed the sexy human multiple times. Their intense sexual banter was highlight of his visit to Damien. But this time the brat had multiplied. He was with another beautiful almost teary creature who drew his attention. The pouty teen along with Smith was about to wreck havoc with their weird plans to make Damien confess of his feelings.

'Hmmmm! Now that was interesting !!!' Thought Drake. He loved his brother. While he was at a loss of the reason of his father's insensible behaviour towards Damien, he never once felt his big brother was his enemy or rival. He was always at awe of Damien's charisma. Damien was the one who never failed to come to his school recitals, he was the one who encouraged him to play baseball, he was the one who took blame for his mistakes, Damien was the one who came to all of his Parent Teacher meeting despite being a teen himself. So Damien was his hero. He loved his father, no doubt, but he simply loved Damien more. So it was evident that he was surprised that his vicious brother who treated his bed partners like used tissues had stuck with this pink lipped, brown eyed seemingly very innocent boy for more than six months. He wanted stability in Damien's life. If this was true then his cold unfeeling beast of a brother was finally tamed. And he wanted to help Liam.

"You didn't answer me, why are you here before time?" Asked Damien, his irritation evident.

"I finished the work early, also I have missed you," said Drake watching his brother's eyes soften.

He always had a soft spot for his brother. Damien might be drenched in blood, smelling of the corpse he slaughtered but he would always have warmth to offer Drake.

"You should have called me, come to the office." Said Damien, his tone considerably soft but not malleable.

"Well big bro, last time I came this was still your primary office, so pardon me brother for the ummmm... intrusion?" Said Drake with a smirk.

It was true, while Damien mostly operated from home office he had shifted meetings which were complicated and threatening, to the other locations. He had to be careful, had to be vigilant. Liam was at his home. No unknown personal should visit while his boy was there. Under no circumstances he would jeopardise Liam's safety.

"From now on you will call me before you come, you know how to use your phone now, do you?" Grumbled Damien.

"Little ray of sunshine you are, aren't you today big bro?" Smirked Drake. Damien was about to retort back when he heard Liam giggling from his lap. His dimpled cheek gleefully stretched on hearing the two brothers banter. Damien's eyes softened. The sound of Liam's laughter always provided him with warmth.

"Wow!" Said Drake, "you were right Smith, he is that gone..."

"Told Ya.." smirked Smith assuming a superior expression at his face while playing with the blue water of the pool.

Damien closed his eyes. 'Lord give me patience' he thought.

"Lets get out of the water shall we?" Said Damien scowling indignantly at them.

"Noooooooooo, but you just joined, stay a little please," whined Liam, trying to shimmy away from Damien's hold wriggling his slippery water soaked body.

Damien almost complied, almost, but looking at his smirking brother he reigned his  feelings. What happened to the Damien Bishop who was commanding and frightening? How did he turn into a certifiable sap for this tiny ball of sex on two legs? If this continued Liam would walk all over him and he would let him, definitely most certainly would let him. Then his fearsome reputation will be at a toss. Nope he couldn't let that happen.

Also he might have indulged the boy, but it was as if Liam had taken an oath to strike on his every raw nerves. First of all he was wearing that slutty tiny ass hugging red costume that accentuated his ass drawing subtle looks from all the guards. Damien clenched his teeth. Not that anyone dared to look at Liam knowing very well that he belonged to Damien. But the mere thought of anyone even thinking of Liam that way made his blood boil with irrational rage.

Secondly, Liam was almost flirting with Drake. How dare he let himself be touched by another man knowing fully well he was Damien's! Thirdly he needed to know what he and Smith spoke. Before leaving the meeting Liam called Smith didn't he? Not Damien, but his insufferable assistant. He only managed to suppress his murderous rage when Smith said Liam wanted to talk about Damien. So now he had to know what their conversation was about.

Topping it all his brother was eyeing Liam like a snack, a very tasty snack. This time he couldn't acquiesce to Drake. Since childhood Damien was never allowed to have something he wanted. Be it a pet, or as simple as a pencil. He was forced to give it away to Drake, even if Drake never wanted it. Slowly he started being indifferent to things knowing he couldn't have it. Later when he grew up, became powerful, showed his damn father that he wouldn't be dominated anymore he lost the passion for anything. Just snatching whenever he wanted something, never truly craving it.

Liam was the only being he wanted for himself after a longtime. This time he was not ready to give up. Never, he would never give Liam up.

He watched as the once shy boy openly looked at him with a slight dare in his eyes. Something changed, something is different in his demeanour. 'What the hell were you teaching him Smith?' Thought Damien.

Liam splashed water playfully at Damien, taunting him, willing him to take the dare. But Damien was veeeery matured, very scary mob boss. He would not be trapped by a sexy teen's shenanigans. He was much above that, thank you very much.

"Liam get out of the water this instance," said Damien, though his tone lacked the severity which was usually his signature. A month back it would have been enough. But Liam just smirked at him as he licked his lips. He slowly waddled towards him, sensuously. When he came near, he whispered, "what if I don't."

'What the freaking fuck!!!' Thought Damien.

Assuming a fierce look Damien said, "you are begging to be punished Liam."

Liam bit the corner of his very pink, very pouty lips. Damien had to remind himself he was trying to be strict and scary. But it seems his dick had a separate mind of his own. It was trying to break free from its confinement. It didn't have self respect, no sir! It just wants Liam. It just want to nestle itself between those juicy lips. No, nope Damien couldn't, wouldn't  allow that, sorry dick.

Instead he said, "the more you delay getting out of the water, the more severe your punishment will be". But wait, instead of fear in those eyes there was something else entirely. Excitement, lust! Liam moved closer to Damien and said in a low throaty tone that instantly sent blood to Damien's cock making it impossibly harder. "Do you want to spank me?"

"What...what !!!" Sputtered Damien.

"Ummmm" Liam let out a slutty moan, his eyes locked into Damien's hard cock. " punish me, spank me....Daddy!"

'Holly mother of .....'

Next chapter smexy time.... Are you ready?