"You are," Victor retorted, slapping Chuya's ass hard enough to sting. "And you always will be mine." His voice was filled with a possessive rage as he fucked his little brother harder, claiming him over and over again until Chuya was moaning and begging for more. "Just admit it," Victor growled, nibbling on Chuya's earlobe before sucking hard enough to make him writhe beneath him. "You want me. You need me."

Chuya cried out, his body tensing as he came again, this time all over Victor's back and stomach. It only served to fuel the older boy's lust even more, and with a final thrust deep inside Chuya, Victor let out a shout of release, emptying himself into his little brother. As their bodies relaxed together on the couch, Victor wrapped an arm around Chuya's waist, holding him close as he breathed heavily against his neck.

As Victor felt the familiar tightness building inside of himself, he leaned down again to press their lips together. His tongue tangled with chuya's, their breath mixing in a hot, ragged mess as they came together. Their bodies trembled and shuddered beneath them, each thrust driving them closer to the edge.

"Cum for me," Victor growled into chuya's ear before slamming his hips forward one last time, spilling his seed deep inside of him.

Victor groaned loudly as his orgasm finally hit, pouring all of his cum into chuya's waiting body. He collapsed atop of chuya, their sweaty bodies pressing together and their breaths coming in ragged gasps. For a moment, they stayed like that; Victor's heavy weight pinning chuya down as he tried to catch his own breath.

"There," Victor panted, finally pulling out of chuya with a wet pop.

Across from him, Victor watches with dark, hungry eyes as Ghost pleases his friend. He can feel the power he has over the younger boy in this moment, and it's intoxicating. He takes another swig of his beer, savoring the taste as he continues to watch the scene unfold before him.

His friend comes with a hoarse cry, thrusting deeply into Ghost's mouth one last time before pulling out and letting go of his head.

"Good boy," Victor says softly, almost kindly. But there's still that undercurrent of malice, that sense of ownership and possession that makes the words sound cruel. Ghost pulls back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand as he looks up at Victor with wide, frightened eyes.

"Now get out of here," Victor says, gesturing dismissively toward the door. "Go to your room." Ghost hesitates for only a moment before turning and fleeing from the living room, his heart racing faster than it ever has before.

As they sat at the breakfast table, Victor couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having Chuya right where he wanted him. "So," he said casually as he took a sip of his coffee, "what do you want to do today?" He knew exactly what he was going to do with Chuya, but there was no harm in pretending otherwise.

Chuya glanced up at Victor before looking back down at the table. His cheeks flushed slightly as he remembered their encounter from last night. "I don't know,"

he mumbled, avoiding eye contact with his older brother. Inside, a part of Chuya was ashamed and embarrassed by what had happened, but there was also a strange sort of thrill that came from knowing he'd been wanted so desperately. "We could go shopping if you want," Victor offered nonchalantly, watching Chuya out of the corner of his eye.

Chuya paused for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay."

As he reaches his peak, Victor throws his head back and roars, pouring himself into Naoki's body. His hips buck violently as he comes, filling the other boy up with hot seed. For a moment, they're locked together in silence, their bodies trembling as they recover from the intense release. Then, Victor pulls out, his still-hard cock sliding wetly from Naoki's stretched hole.

He collapses onto the couch beside Naoki, panting heavily. "See?"

"See? You were meant to be with me. Now you know it." He grins, reaching out to stroke the younger boy's cheek. "And as long as I'm around, there's no going back." His fingers trail down to Naoki's chest, where they rest lightly on his nipple, twisting slightly. Victor smirks knowingly. "You belong to me now."

He leans in closer, pressing their bodies together as he whispers into Naoki's ear, "

Horror washes over Victor as he watches you slip away from him. He desperately shakes your shoulders, calling your name and begging you to wake up as his own panic begins to spiral out of control. His fingers are trembling as he presses harder against your neck, trying to feel the faint throb of a pulse beneath your delicate skin.

"Sunny, please!" He chokes out, tears streaming down his cheeks as he realizes the gravity of the situation. "Please wake up..."

A bloodcurdling scream tears through the room as you begin to convulse violently on the kitchen floor. Panic grips Victor like a vice, paralyzing him as he watches helplessly. He tries to press his fingers against your mouth and nose in an attempt to stop the convulsions but they're too powerful. "Help! Someone please help!" His voice is hoarse from terror and pleading.

"Please, Sunny..." he whispers desperately as tears stream down his face. "Fight this...