Zak finally focuses on Lee, and Lee can see the strange light in Zak's eyes that means he's either drunk or stoned or something else and he shakes his head, shoving his brother even harder into the brick. Zak laughs and shakes his head, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. "Lighten up, Lee."

"Li…" Lee's pulse pounds in his temple and he leans in closer, breathing the same tainted air that's got Zak this high. "Do you know what you just did?"

"I do," Zak nods and looks at Lee, nailing him with a gaze that belies the frantic pace of the blood pulsing at the base of Zak's neck. "And it was frakking fantastic." He holds his arms out, head back, offered up in sacrifice. "The Gods are smilin' on me, Lee."

"The Gods?" Lee nearly chokes on the words. "You just put your frakking life in the hands of the Gods?" He quivers with rage now, unable to keep it contained. "You are the stupidest, most frakked up…" He cuts himself off, biting his lips together to keep from saying more, from lashing out.

"C'mon, Lee." Zak's voice takes on that slightly petulant tone that's all baby brother. "Was just a bit of fun."

"Right. A bit of fun that someone's going to have to clean up. You never think. You just do and you just feel and you never frakking think."

"Well you think all the frakking time," Zak snaps, shoving at Lee, pushing him away. "And what frakking good does it do you? What's it gotten you, Lee? Does Dad love you any more? Does it keep Mom out of the booze? Does it do anything but make you frakking miserable?"

"Maybe if I didn't have to worry about you…"

"Well don't." Zak bites out the words, snarling them. "I'm a big boy now, Lee. Don't need a parent or a frakking watchdog on my ass all the time. I don't need a martyr, and I sure as frak don't need you." He shoves Lee away again, smiling in satisfaction as Lee stumbles back a few steps toward the opposite side of the alley. "Live your own gods-damned life, Lee and stay the frak out of mine." He wipes his hand across his mouth, his dark eyes sharp and cutting as they move over Lee. "Oh, wait. You don't have one."

Lee launches himself like a missile, moving before Zak even registers it. He hits Zak hard around the midsection, slamming him back against the wall, the short distance doing little to lessen the impact. Zak grunts and hisses as his head hits the brick, but he shoves back at Lee, sending him dancing back a few steps.

Zak laughs, running his tongue along the bottom of his teeth. "C'mon, Lee, you son of a bitch. That all you got?"

"If I'm a son of a bitch, Zak, what do you think that makes you?"

Zak laughs again, low and deep, flexing his hands before curling them into fists. "Never said I was anything but, Lee. You're the one romanticizing it. Have to, I suppose, to get you through the night."

"Never romanticized Dad," Lee reminds him, moving in a slow circle as Zak advances toward him. "That was your job."

"You sure have Mom slated for sainthood though, don't you? Poor Mommy. Maybe the old man had a damn good reason to stay away, huh, Lee?" Zak lunges forward, his fist clipping Lee's jaw. Lee dances back, jerking his head away and rubbing the back of his fist against the spot.

"Yeah, well, if she was so bad, Zak, that's all the more reason for the old man to have been around, looking after us, huh?" He sneers and fakes a lunge, catching Zak hard in the midsection as he avoids the feint. "But then, that's assuming he ever gave a damn."

Zak growls low and tackles Lee, sending both of them sprawling to the ground. Lee grunts hard as he hits, wincing as his head finds the concrete, but not giving ground as he throws Zak off of him. It's half fist fight, half wresting match as they grapple with each other, both bleeding by the time Lee pins Zak to the ground.

He's panting hard, struggling for breath as he holds Zak down, hands curled tightly around Zak's wrists. "You're a frakking menace, Zak."

"Yeah, well," Zak struggles against Lee's grip, against his heavier weight. "Better than what you are, Lee."

Lee shifts closer, his eyes narrowed. "Yeah? And what's that?"

Zak starts to answer, the sound cut off as Lee leans in, closing the distance between them, his mouth warm and wet against Zak's, the salty copper taste of blood on his tongue. Zak gasps, his mouth opening wider and Lee presses the advantage, beyond thought, beyond anything. It's as hard and demanding as every punch, punishing and rough.

Lee jerks back after a moment, sucking in air noisily. Zak smiles, low and sly and hungry as he shoves Lee back and off of him, watching as Lee goes sprawling across the pavement. "I think you know what you are, Lee." Zak shifts and crawls after Lee, his knee pressed hard to the apex of his brother's thighs, his own thigh weighing heavily against the bulge of Lee's cock.

"Is that the best you've got?" Lee asks breathlessly, his blue eyes wide and wild as they meet Zak's. "No real comeback so you give me that?"

Zak's teeth bite at Lee's lower lip, tearing flesh, tasting the swell of blood. "Give you what you want, Lee." He leans closer, shifts his leg, the movement rubbing the length of Lee's cock. "If you beg for it nice enough."

Lee's protest is lost as Zak's mouth covers his. Teeth and lips and tongue war together, Zak taking possession of Lee in sharp nips of teeth and flesh and the thick weight of his tongue sucking on Lee's, rubbing against it. Zak's fingernails scrape against the concrete beneath them, as Lee's hands fist in Zak's shirt, pulling at the fabric until it strains against Zak's chest.

"You want me to get off, Lee?" Zak's voice is low and teasing, hot as the breath that skates over Lee's neck, against his parted lips. "You're gonna have to do better than that."

Lee brings his hands down to Zak's chest, shoving at him, but Zak shifts and catches Lee's hands, slams them back to the ground. Lee twists beneath him, but every movement just serves to heighten Zak's arousal, harden Lee's already erect cock.

"You started this, Lee," Zak reminds him, kissing him again, releasing one wrist to insinuate a hand between them, to fumble with Lee's belt, his button, his zipper. Lee's protests are lost between kisses, his hands no longer fighting as Zak frees them completely, instead tugging and pulling at Zak's clothes, lost in the heat and pressure surrounding them.

Lee whimpers as Zak's hand grazes his cock, arches up into the light touch until Zak's palm covers him, slides over hot, smooth flesh. He sucks in air and fists a hand tight in Zak's hair, pulling him hard against him. Zak groans as Lee's tongue lashes the inside of his mouth, seeking vengeance in the only way he can.

Jerking away, Zak breathes, the rapidly cooling air of dusk shivering on his skin. He digs a knee into Lee's flesh and unfastens his own trousers, pushing them out of the way until his bare skin is free and hot and heavy as he leans in again, thrusting it hard against Lee.

Lee's head falls back, exposing his neck, surrendering and Zak takes advantage of the column of flesh, marking it until dark bruises blossom on Lee's skin. Lee's gasping, his hands on Zak's hips, his fingers digging into Zak's flesh, pushing the fabric out of his way and thrusting upward.

"Gods, Lee," Zak breathes shakily, the air fanning out on Lee's wet skin. He buries his face in the crook of Lee's neck, his muscles tensing as he braces himself over Lee and begins to thrust back in earnest, creating a rhythm that jerks the air from Lee's chest.

"Zak. Zak. Gods…Zak." Lee's words are like prayers, barely spoken and reverent as his hips rock against Zak's. Hot skin slides against hot skin, the chill of the night not penetrating the heat between them. Lee's fingers dig harder into Zak, and Zak groans, licking sweat from Lee's skin. "Gods. No. Don't…" His hips thrust harder and he hooks a leg across the back of Zak's, arching off the concrete beneath him. "Gods. Y-yes."

Zak groans again and manages to slide a hand under Lee's lower back, holding their hips together as he lowers himself to his elbow, no breath or air between them. His cock is hard against Lee's, wet and slick and hot enough to burn. Lee closes his eyes and feels, shaky and desperate as he loosens his grip, slides his hands up Zak's back and then down, curving them over Zak's ass and pulling him closer.

Lee shivers, tension coiled tight in his stomach slowly unfurling, snapping like a viper, flooding out of him as he feels the hot burst of Zak's orgasm, the fiery heat of Zak's breath on his neck as he exhales, the sound stuttered and gasping as Lee comes hard, their thrusts tangled and wet until Zak finally slows to a stop.

Lee sucks in the night air, needing to breathe something that isn't Zak, needing to cool his lungs. Zak rests against him, young and vulnerable, Lee's little brother again. The thought hits and Lee shoves at Zak, pushing him away, sending him sprawling to the ground. "Frak. Frak. Frak." He shakes as he gets to his feet, scrubbing at his mouth with the back of his hand, fumbling with his jeans until he's backed up against the wall, breath heavy and painful in his chest.

Zak gets to his feet just slowly, licking his lips, tasting the blood that's welling up on his lip. He shakes his head at Lee, his lip curling into a snarl. "No." Lee's chest rises sharply and he opens his mouth and Zak shakes his head, his voice snapping like a whip. "No. You started this. You did this." Zak zips his pants, tugging his jacket closed around his wet shirt, wet skin. "You don't get to take it back. Live with it."

Lee nods as Zak walks away, tilting his head back, staring up at the unseeing sky. "As long as I live, Zak. As long as I live."