Can Trust Be Repaired, Aniki?

  A/N In case you didn’t read the summary properly, this will be M-PREG.

 “Otouto…”

  Izuna’s eyes flickered open at his brother’s voice --what did Madara want at… three o’clock in the morning? 

  “Otouto, get up!”

  Izuna sat up and looked over at his brother with tired eyes and a large pout on his face.  “Aniki, I’m tired…”

  Madara shook his head and grinned in a manner that frightened Izuna, making him shiver in fear.  He approached the bed and sat down beside his brother.  From the angle that they were sitting in, Izuna could smell the alcohol on his brother’s breath.  He had been drinking once again.  Izuna knew that Madara drank to cope with their abusive parents, but when Madara would come home drunk, he scared Izuna.

  “No time for sleeping now, otouto.” Madara said quietly, glancing at the door.  It was as if he were almost afraid that someone would come walking in any minute now.  His grin soon turned into a predacious smirk.  “We have to be quick, okay?”

  Izuna blinked and tilted his head, moving his hand to rub at his sore eyes.  Quick?  What were they going to do?  What was Madara talking about?

  “Aniki, I –“

  With that said, Madara cut his little brother off by placing his lips over Izuna’s.

  Izuna whimpered and began pushing on Madara’s chest, trying to get him off. 

  Madara only growled aggressively and pushed Izuna down so that the boy was lying on his back.  He crushed their mouths together with brute force.  Izuna was close to tearing up as he felt his brother’s hard erection poking at him.

  “N-nii-san!” Izuna gasped once Madara had pulled away for air.  “I-I don't --!”

  “Shut up.” Madara snarled, grabbing Izuna’s pyjama top and forcing it over the younger boy’s head.  “You’re going to lay back and enjoy this!”

  Izuna whimpered, trying to hide his exposed chest with his arms.  He was extremely shy, and everything about this situation was terrifying to the boy.

  Madara just laughed at the act, licking his lips.  “I’m going to be seeing a lot more than this right now, otouto…”  He murmured in a drunken, deeply aroused manner.    

  With those words, Madara lunged once more at his brother.  This time he had managed to rid the younger of his pants and boxers.

  Izuna began to cry loudly.  He tried to scream for his parents to come and help him as Madara attached his lips to his left nipple.

  Madara had covered his otouto’s mouth with his hand before Izuna could let out much more than a squeak, muffling his pleas for help.

  Izuna’s heart stopped as he heard Madara’s zip being undone and when he felt an unfamiliar heat at his virgin entrance, he felt like he was going to die from the terror.