MATURITY WARNING: Bad language, sexual descriptions, drug use, and adult situations.

Yeah it's kinda... creepy.

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It was cold in Russia. Midwinter tended to do that to this kind of country, though it could have been worse. The snow fell like tiny daggers onto the ground, the cold make them sharp and brittle. This made footsteps crunch a lot louder. Feet were definitely crunching through the snow, though he wasn't sure why.

Skelter was home, the only home he had left. His real home was in Liverpool, England, but since his father died, it was shifted over to St. Petersburg. That was a long time ago. He had never been to England since, but something inside told him he should get his own house there. What did it matter, his life wasn't heading in the direction he expected anyway. If it was, he would have moved to England years ago.

Maybe his father wouldn't have died if his life went as expected.

No, thinking like that was silly. The cold bit at his exposed face as he walked across the yard over to the door of his mother's house. He wasn't prepared for this weather at all, all he had was a long black leather coat, some old gloves, and a thin white scarf. But as soon as this thought had passed, he was inside the warm modern house. He took the extra layers off and went straight for his mother's room.

She lay on her bed, a book in her hands, giving a light cough every so often. She was dying. He knew it was cancer, but nobody told him where it was exactly. All he knew is that he had to be there to help her in her last days. The doctors first said she had three years. Suddenly, over the course of several weeks, it dropped to a few months. He wasn't prepared for this at all.

Skelter loomed in the doorway, his ridiculous height hiding the top of his face behind the topmost edge. He stooped to step in, then gave his mother a proper Russian hello. She replied, asked him how he was, how the weather was, why he was here again. As if she didn't know. Her son answered all her questions promptly, then offered to cook her something. She declined, and offered him a chair. He sat beside her.

The silence was rather unexpected. Not to Skelter, he was used to it, but to any normal person watching this scene go on. Normally children would make the most to talk to their dying parent. But even after all these years, Skelter and his mother still held a sort of awkwardness. It made Skelter feel awful, it was all his fault anyway. He wished he could fix it, or that his mother was more forgiving, like his father. Sometimes he wished he was never born.

Skelter was what most of society would call a “freak.” He was abnormally tall and quiet, which made him seem ominous. He had piercings on his left eyebrow and both ears, and gray, unkempt hair due to a bleaching experiment. But other than that, he seemed to have screwed his life up entirely. He was thrown in jail at some point for pedophilia. Once he was release, he tried to correct himself, but it didn't seem to work. He was still attracted. Later on, he started taking up marijuana to relieve stress. Although it doesn't do any real harm, it was still illegal, and most anyone who found out about it frowned upon it.

But that was his adult life. Nobody knew about his childhood. He always said his parents were good to him, but he always left out a major detail. A very major detail. A detail nobody needed to know, no matter how often they asked about it. It was something he would take to the grave with him. It was something that made him feel dead inside.

“Mum,” he started suddenly to break the silence. “I know you don't have long, so I'll just say this now.”

“Don't do thes now, Skyelter, please...” She replied, closing the book and putting it down. “Et's too early for thes.”

“No, Mum, I have to say this now, or I may never get the chance to.” He looked down, folding and wringing his hands, “I know I haven't been the... best person in your eyes. I've apologized many times, but I never feel like it's enough. I'll just say it again...” He looked at her, and took her hand in his, “I'm so sorry for disappointing you...”

“Skyelter...” She held his giant hand in both of hers, “Et was alvays enough, you know thet. You nyever deesappointed me. I'm proud of you for peecking up the pieces so vell like you deed. You could have turned out vorse, da?”

Skelter gave a half-hearted smile, “Da...” He leaned forward and gave his mother a hug. He could have been worse. He knew someone like that actually. He was going to visit him at his own risk. “I'm going to get him, Mum. He'll say goodbye to you whether he likes it or not.”

“Thank you...”

He leaned forward again to give her a kiss on each cheek, then left the room. He wasn't looking forward to it. He went outside to the car, started it with some difficulty, and drove off into the snow-covered streets. Every fiber in his being told him to turn around. His body screamed at him to go back to the safety of his mother's house.

“No,” he thought. “This ends now.”

***

“Shit,” he thought, “shit shit shit.”

Large hands rummaged through a few drawers in a bedroom. The room was littered with clothes, some weren't even his. The clothes were all filthy. In the corner of the room was a waste basket, filled with various things. Mostly needles.

“Shit!” He exclaimed, kicking the dresser with the drawers he was searching through.

He lumbered into the kitchen, his head bumping against the top of the doorpost because of his height. He gave another curse and entered the room. There was one. He was sure it was clean. With a sigh of relief, he took the needle. Later he put a substance into a spoon, and melted it over a cigarette lighter. He took the needle, putting it on a syringe, and sucked the now melted substance into it.

He needed this. He couldn't sleep last night. He needed to get more sleep. This would help him.

Before all this, he lay in bed, feeling like utter garbage. His insides writhed, his head ached and swam, the room spun around him. His thoughts became more and more frantic as time passed. Dirt, he thought. He felt like dirt. He knew he should kick the stuff, but what if it was too late? And it felt so good. Why give that up?

But it was over now, or at least it would be. If it weren't for the door knocking. He slammed the syringe down, cursing wildly and running a hand through his black hair. It had to be answered now. He was less suspicious like this than if he was high, that was obvious. He flew down the stairs and opened the door, ready to shout. But to his surprise, his heart jumped. He felt a rare blush come to his cheeks, and to a man like him, this time it was genuine. A warm smile spread across his face.

“Sk-Skelter... Oh my god, Skelter, it's you, oh my god,” He gave him a tight hug. “My little brother, look at that... God... It's been too long...”

Skelter made absolutely no move to return his hug. “Not long enough, Yurick.”

Yurick pulled away, ignoring the comment, “Come in, please, it's so cold out there.”

Skelter, unwillingly, forced himself into the man's house. It was horrid. Everything was strewn around, nothing he saw was clean. Skelter furrowed his pierced brow at the sight, and more than once the smell. The air was so musty, he wondered how Yurick survived here. He wondered how Yurick survived at all. He could just tell by the man's face how unhealthy he was. Skelter saw needles, needles everywhere. He wasn't surprised.

Skelter stopped in the middle of the living room, letting Yurick do whatever he wanted before coming back to visit him. He did not want to be here at all. His stomach churned, everything in his body rejected this place. His boots, now covered in melted snow, dripped onto the floor, or whatever was covering the floor. He didn't really care to know. Finally, Yurick came back out, leaning against the doorpost as best he could, since he didn't fit. He looked Skelter over with dark teal eyes, almost identical to his brother's. That smile never left his face.

“What brings you here?” He finally asked.

Skelter never changed his expression. He continued to give a mild glare. “Mum.”

Yurick's smile faded slightly, “What about her?”

“She's dying. Not that you care, but I should like to think that you would at least lie about being sorry to her to make her happy before she goes.” He gave another look around the place, then looked his brother in the eye. “You were about to get high, weren't you.”

Yurick snorted, rubbing his darkened eyes, “Come on, Skelty--”

“Don't call me that.” He said firmly.

“What, you don't want it to be like old times?” He stood fully and walked, getting closer to Skelter. Somehow, Yurick was even taller than Skelter. Even though it was only by inches, Skelter felt so small beside him. Yurick's voice dropped, “The good old times...”

Skelter backed away. “I'll never want to go back there, you piece of garbage.”

Yurick grabbed Skelter's arms tightly, “Well I do.”

“Let go of me!”

Yurick only smiled, pulling his little brother closer to him, “I missed you so much...”

“Let the fuck go of me!!” Skelter started to struggle.

“You can't do this to me anymore, I feel so empty without you.” Despite Skelter's violent movement, Yurick pulled him closer, forcibly kissing him on the lips.

Skelter let out a muffled shout, pulling his head back and spitting him in the face, “FUCK OFF!”

Yurick laughed, “You just need to calm down, that's what you need. I got it right here, don't you worry. It'll be like old times, it will.” He dragged the shorter man into the kitchen, grabbing the needle with some difficulty.

This only made Skelter struggle more. “Don't you DARE put that into me, you freak! Let me go!”

Yurick breathed down his brother's neck, “Shhhh...” He shoved the needle into Skelter's arm, pushing some of it's contents into him. “That's better... I don't like you all tensed up, it's less fun.”

The heroine streamed through Skelter's veins. His whole body was shaking in both fear and anger. Almost instantly, every muscle in his body relaxed. He collapsed, being only supported by his brother's arms. Skelter's mind swam, his vision blurred slightly. He could feel his heart slow down. It all felt so warm and comfortable, but he knew he was still terrified. He was high. There was nothing he could do now.

Yurick laid him onto the filthy floor on his stomach, petting his hair and slowly removing his coat. He started to whisper, “Ve men e ya es oovazhyeneyem...”

Skelter tried to move away, but the warmth was too much. Yurick's words scared him to death. “Sh-shut up...” His speech was slurred.

“Ve men e ya es oovazhyeneyem...”

“No, shut up...”

“Ve men e ya es oovazhyeneyem...”

“Shut the f-fuck up!...”

“Shhh...” Yurick threw the coat aside, then ran his hands along the length of Skelter's back. “Just relax...” He put the same needle into his own arm, pushing the remaining drugs into his blood. “Just... relax...” He pulled the needle out and lay down on top of his brother.

Skelter was too mortified to even describe. Even though Yurick wasn't doing anything, he could still tell that his high wouldn't last as long. After that, he could do anything. Skelter had no power to do anything, with his relaxed body and the weight of his brother on top of him. He couldn't move. He couldn't escape.

This was his fault. He should never have come here. He knew how it would end, and he was right. He knew he would end up lying on the floor against his will. He lay there, his brother's breath gently blowing across the side of his face. It was all he could do to keep himself from crying out in fear and regret. Tears were uncontrollably running across his nose and dripping onto the floor. Yurick moaned softly, putting a hand to Skelter's shoulder and rubbing it. It was enough to make Skelter vomit.

Before he knew it, Yurick was up again, only sitting up on top of him. He stretched, then went back to rubbing Skelter's back. “Skelty Skelty Skelty,” he started, “Whatever will I do with you?”

“P-P-Please... Let me g-go...” Skelter sputtered.

“No.” He leaned closer to Skelter's ear, “Ve men e ya es oovazhyeneyem.”

Skelter let out a helpless moan. His entire body started to shake again, but he still couldn't move his arms or legs.

Yurick let out an approving “mmmm” at the sound of Skelter's moan. He moved his hands from his brother's back to his sides. “You can't leave me again.”

Skelter only blushed and breathed heavily.

“Don't you know how lost I am without you?”

Skelter's breathing became more terrified.

“We were meant to be together...”

“Nooo...” Skelter moaned again. “How c-can you be this w-way...”

Yurick scoffed, “That's hypocritical. What about that cute little boy you liked so much? What was his name again?”

“Sh-shut up...”

“You liked that boy so much, even though he was 9 years younger than you. No, Skelty, you and I are two of a kind. I supported you when I found out you liked that boy, that young, little boy.”

“Shut up!...”

“And I can see why, boys that age are so adorable--”

“SHUT UP!”

“Shhh...” Yurick stroked Skelter's hair again. “The world has labeled both of us with the same name. We're both freaks of nature. And since we're brothers, we must stick together. Just you and me against the world.”

“No...”

“Yes.” Yurick lay down again, whispering into Skelter's ear. “The world won't forgive you for liking little boys, no matter how much you try to correct yourself. And me? The world had no hope for me since I was born.” He gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I love you so much, don't you know that? I don't want you to suffer alone.”

Skelter was still breathing heavily, which became harder with his brother's weight upon him again. It had been years since he'd experienced this kind of fear. He knew since he was small that this was not the kind of love brothers were supposed to share. When Yurick told him that he loved him, he didn't feel happy. He felt dead. He felt dead, cold, and afraid.

Yurick took the time to wipe the tears off Skelter's face. This just made Skelter cry more, but Yurick seemed to enjoy it. All the time, the older one kept shushing the younger. All was silent aside from Skelter's choked sobs and Yurick's constant comforting.

It all seemed to take an eternity. The truth was, about half an hour went by. Skelter still suffered the affects of the heroine, though it was starting to wear off because it was a small amount. He could tell because his heart was speeding up and he could feel himself trembling again. He finally pushed past the phase of open sobbing, and was now simply lying on the floor, breathing. Yurick returned to rubbing his back.

“I love you, Skelter.” He said. “I want you to remember how much I love you.”

“N-No...” His eyes widened, staring at whatever was in front of him.

“I haven't seen you in so long, I have to remind you.” Yurick started undoing Skelter's clothes.

“P-Please, no...”

“Like the good old days.”

“S-Stop...”

“I won't let you leave without it...” He leaned closer to Skelter's ear again, “Ve men e ya es oovazhyeneyem...”

Skelter tried to crawl away, but Yurick's weight kept him down. Soon his arms were held down.

There was nothing he could do now.

***

Yurick was gone.

Skelter was still on the floor. He had to leave while he still had the chance. Yurick was out on the porch in the back of the house, smoking a cigarette. If he was quiet, he could go out the front door. There was no time to think it over. He shakily lifted himself up, slowly standing up on his two feet. He took a few breaths, then fixed his clothes.

He hobbled over to the front door, but he stopped dead. Someone was behind him. Yurick was behind him.

“Going so soon?” He took hold of Skelter's waist. “You can barely stand...”

“Shut up, I'm fine...” He wrenched himself away from his brother, grabbing the handle and opening the door.

“When will you be back?”

Skelter's voice was filled with rage, “Good bye.” He went through the door and slammed it.

Skelter was outside in the cold. He could barely feel it, his body trembling violently. He wobbled to the car, covered in a light sheet of snow. He crashed into the front of it, then felt his way over to the door, crawling inside and turning it on. He didn't go anywhere though. He wasn't sound enough.

But then he looked up to the front of the house. Yurick was standing in the doorway, looking at him like some awestruck lover. It was so unnatural. Skelter finally found himself. He sped out of the driveway, down the street, as far away as he could. He finally reached his mother's house.

Skelter opened the car door and fell out onto the ground. He stood shakily again, shutting the door and running to the front door. He went inside, going up the stairs, into his old room. He took out a box. He took some of the contents out, rolling it up and lighting one end. He went over to one of the windows and opened it quickly.

Skelter took a breath from the marijuana. He let it out in a painful, choked sob. The cold rushed into the warm room. His body shook for more than one reason. He cried out loud, the sound of his sobs echoing in the white, empty countryside.

The world thought he was a freak. He never told them about Yurick.

All the while those words kept going through his mind.

Ve men e ya es oovazhyeneyem.

You are mine, and I am yours.