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Touch	By : lordoberon Category: A through F > Ender's Game Views: 6892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Ender's Game. Orson Scott Card, God bless him, does. I am simply a fan writing fanfiction. I make no money in the writing of this.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I see those hits! I would really appreciate a review. I've never written an Ender's Game fic before, so I'm curious what people think.
Thank you for looking. Again, I would like to say, apologies for hair color/Peter's evilness inaccuracies, because I don't have my book right now, but am lending it to a friend.
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TOUCH
by lordoberon
Part 2

The third time was weeks later. Ender hadn’t forgotten, but he hadn’t expected it would ever happen again. They were at the birthday party for another student in Ender’s class, Robert, when Peter sauntered across the lawn and came to stand right in front of Ender.
His brother looked handsome. He wore a black tuxedo with a little red bow at the neck, and a white button-up shirt. His hair was neatly combed. But he smiled at Ender, and took Ender’s hand, and Ender began to gnaw his lip a little. Peter never smiled at him. He never wanted Peter to smile at him. When Peter smiled, it meant something bad was about to happen.
They filed past adults, past other children, past bullies bullying, and pigs pigging. They passed by the dogs, the table of presents, the champagne. It wasn’t a kid’s party, after all.
Ender bit his lip as Peter pushed him in front of him, up the carpeted stairway. “Go in the bathroom,” Peter hissed. Ender put his clammy hand on the knob and twisted. He grunted as he was pushed from behind, roughly, and slumped to sit on the rug on the floor.
He stared at his shaking hands as he heard the click of the door being locked, and a chair next to the tub was shoved up against the knob so no one could break in.
Peter walked past him, and stood up on the toilet so he could grab the window curtains and yank them closed. Ender stared at the pink curtains, and then around him at the sweet, pastel yellow walls. He felt a little dizzy, a little ill, again.
“What’s that look on your face for? Get up.”
Ender put his hand over his belly, shaking his head. “My stomach…”
“I don’t care, I said get up!” Ender shut his eyes tight as the first blow came, a hard knock above his left ear. Now he could hear a ringing sound. He yelped as Peter’s rough hands grabbed him up, those bony fingers digging into his shoulders painfully.
“Open your eyes or I’m going to give you a black one.”
Ender forced himself to obey. His stomach felt oddly well again. This was familiar. It felt right, even though it hurt.
He let Peter turn him around, and push him to sit on top of the toilet seat. He looked down at the rug. He could feel the spot above his ear pulsing in pain now. Was it bleeding? He reached up, and when his fingers combed down past the blonde waves he felt the ooze of the sticky blood right above his ear.
“Get your hands off it, idiot.” His hands were yanked away from the wound.
Oddly enough, Peter kept holding his hands. Ender looked up. His brother glowered down at him.
With a grunt, Peter tugged him up to stand, and Ender found himself shoved up against the wall. He winced as it brought pain into his head again, but then Peter was taking his hand, taking it in one, and with his other, Peter plucked the bow from his neck and opened up the top couple buttons of his shirt.
Ender watched, as his brother, who eventually let his hand go, shrugged the coat from his shoulders and unbuttoned the shirt the rest of the way. He had a pale chest, but muscled, with a light sheen of sweat over it. It wasn’t anything much, but not unworthy of admiration, either.
Slowly, Ender reached a hand out, and brushed his fingertips over Peter’s chest. He shook his head, when he got the snapped question, “What are you doing?” He continued to move his hand, sliding his cool fingertips up, over the other boy’s collarbone, and up the slender curve of the neck.
When Peter yanked him forward, Ender let him. He kept his hand moving though, sidling it down, over that pale flesh, over the rosy nipples. He heard Peter’s sharp intake of breath, and kept moving his hand, down, down to the tent in his brother’s trousers.
His hand cupped Peter’s arousal. Ender shut his eyes, and held back a smile, as he heard Peter’s groan of want. Slowly, Ender started to rub the bulge, up and down and up and down. He made his pace a little faster when he heard Peter suck breath in through his teeth, a high whistle. Peter’s face was flushed, his eyes closed tight.
The sight of Peter’s face like that, pleasured, made Ender enjoy this even more. Peter had his eyes closed. Those long black lashes lay against his perfect, rosy cheek. His lips were full, mouth open, and he breathed heavily through it. His hands were in Ender’s hair, and his body was hot and flushed.
Ender decided, he liked looking at Peter like this. It made him want to lick Peter everywhere.
This time, he didn’t need Peter to tell him what to do, or when he wanted him to move faster. Ender was a quick learner. He moved his hand up again, and then shifted the waistband of the trousers down, pulling the shorts with it. He held back his own moan, as his fingers wrapped around his brother’s flesh.
Somehow, it was good to touch Peter. When the prospect had been frightening before, now it was good. The scent of Peter, the sounds he made…Ender wanted them. He wanted to hear Peter moan. He wanted to feel that soft skin.
The older boy groaned, and brushed his hand, almost affectionately, over Ender’s head, as Ender knelt to suck Peter’s hard cock. Ender felt the rush of pleasure that accompanied this now, the excitement burning in him as his brother gasped and moaned to the movement of Ender’s tongue, to the whisper of Ender’s mouth across his skin.
When he dared to play a little, to make Peter wait, the first reaction was a low, silky whimper, that made Ender’s jaw tighten, and a sudden rush of pleasure thrill through him and shake him. But then he felt pain, as his brother’s fingertips pushed against the wound above his ear. Suddenly the pain returned, pounding through Ender’s skull. He let out a gasp, as Peter pushed harder.
“Oh, Peter…” Ender forced his lips to move, forced his tongue to swipe and lick, even as those fingers continued to press, and the pain of the wound continued to shoot through him. It made him gasp.
“You just can’t be a good little Bugger, can you, you turd. You can’t…just…” Peter’s voice was husky, and Ender decided he liked the sound of it. Uninhibited, involuntary. Desire. Loss of control. It was laced with anger in Peter’s voice. “Obey. Like a good little…bitch.”
Ender couldn’t hold back the groan, of both pain and pleasure, as Peter grabbed his head. Those tight fingers pressed up against his wound, and hurt his head, but they pulled him forward, so he could suck Peter’s dripping cock. A whining little cry came from him, and then he obediently put his lips over the head.
“Why can’t you just…shut…up?” Peter’s voice was shaky and breathless, caught by moans as Ender sucked.
The younger boy didn’t make a sound, when Peter’s pushing hands, pushing body, kicking feet, drove him back against the wall. He didn’t make a sound, when Peter’s thrusts shoved his head up against the wall, banging against it, again. Again. Again.
Peter’s hands were fisted in Ender’s hair and he drove his brother hard against it, pounding his cock into the boy’s small mouth. He laughed, as Ender drank every drop, and then patted the boy’s head and said, mockingly, “Good boy.”
Ender sat there, his head pounding, watching as his brother cleaned up the mess, and put his clothes back on again properly. Peter waved as he went out the door, those silvery eyes glowing in glee. “Good night, my brother. I’ll see you back at home.”
The door shut. Ender collapsed on the floor, rolling up into a ball. He gasped for breath, gasped for air. Finally, then, he let a sob come out. But he held the rest back, gritting his teeth until the urge to cry was gone, and then forced his body up. Up, damn you! Stand up! Don’t let him defeat you!
His legs shook terribly. He put his hands against the bathtub, leaning his weight against it. Oh, god. He still felt, within him, the want for it, the want for Peter’s body. It was a demon in him, laughing at him. It was Peter laughing at him, if Peter knew.
Ender sat back on the toilet, and slid out of his pants. He laid his head back, sighing, and wrapped his hand around his cock. Peter. Peter. Peter was always haunting him. Peter would always haunt him. He was both terrible and enthralling. And now, he was like an incubus, incarnated before Ender in the most evil of forms, one which made Ender want him, want the very Devil himself.
The blonde boy moaned, both in pleasure and pain. His thoughts were haunted by Peter, but it was the remembrance of the joy he got from Peter’s sounds, Peter’s weakness, and that look of pleasure on Peter’s face, that made his cock throb in lust. Remembering that expression and beauty made him whimper now, as he tugged his fingers slowly over his length, as he pressed his own fingernails deep enough in the flesh of his thighs to make them sting.
With the memory of his brother’s pleasure and smooth body in his mind, Ender came. He cleaned himself up, and left the party.
Thankfully, he was allowed to sleep that night. But the memory of Peter, and that face beautiful in its sheer lack of control, with the demon eyes shut and the mouth open as Ender pleasured him…the image haunted Ender. The only way he could defeat Peter, was to continue. There was no stopping, especially as the lust for Peter grew in him, each time, a little more.
So Ender continued.
There was a next time, and a next, and a next, until it began to blur together. It began to become a routine.
Then one day, the routine changed.
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