Warning: Dirty deeds at the end. I marked it;)

"Sh. It's good." Bon consoled and sat on a kitchen chair. He pulled Angus onto his lap and patted his back. "Is good. He's gone." Angus was crying against Bon's shoulder. "Sh." When Angus had finally calmed down a bit, Bon asked: "How did you mean that? Killer?"

"I ... Bon, I have to tell you a secret. Please don't tell anyone." Bon nodded.

"Clear. We're friends."

"I'm a woman." Bon stared at him in shock.

"What?"

"I'm a transvestite. I'm a woman. My birth name was Agnes Young. I'm Malcolm's little sister." Bon breathed shakily.

"You're kidding." He chuckled tightly.

"No. I'm telling the truth." Angus sighed softly. "Nobody but me, you and Mal know. Do you accept me as I am?"

"Crap. Of course, Ang. Of course I accept you, but it's ... it's bloody surprising." Angus chuckled.

"Yes I know."

"And why did you fight?"

"I... I had a one-night stand 11 weeks ago. It was ... it was Phil. He was drunk. I got pregnant with him." Bon gasped.

"Crap. Didn't you use prevention?" Angus sighed.

"No. He was too drunk to think about it and I was excited. So no, we didn't use contraception." Bon nodded a little. "And then, Mal found my pregnancy test. And he told me that I had to have my baby aborted because I was only 15 and because I didn't have a father for a child. Phil wouldn't take responsibility for me and the baby. Besides, I would be much too young."

"He's right about that." Bon nodded. Angus sighed and shakily pulled the little box out of his trouser pocket. Then he handed it to Bon. Bon opened it and was startled.

"This is my baby." Angus said quietly.

"Oh my god, Angus. I'm so sorry!" Bon shouted and hugged him tightly. Angus whimpered in the crook of his neck. "Is good. I got you. Did you want the baby?"Angus shook his head. "Then why are you sad?"

"I... it would have become human. But Mal killed it." The guitarist cried. Bon connected all the dots together. His eyes widened.

"Is that why you called him a murderer!?" Angus nodded. "Angus, he didn't kill the baby. Abortion is not murder."

"Yes. It is." Angus cried.

"No, it isn't, Ang. Abortion is there to make up for mistakes. And Mal was absolutely right. You couldn't keep this baby." Angus cried.

"But it's dead."

"Sh. I know. But believe me, it's better for you and the baby. "Angus nodded, whimpering.

"Mal said that too." He whispered. They sat in silence for a while. Bon was still holding Angus to himself.

"I yelled at Malcolm and chased him out." Bon said, shocked when he realized the whole situation. "Oh no." He wanted to get up, but Angus held him back.

"If you want to look for him, you won't find him. Pointless. If he doesn't want to be found, then nobody will find him." Bon sighed sadly. Tears formed in his eyes. "He'll come home sometime and then we both have to apologize. I've told him far too many times in the past few weeks that I hate him. I love him, but ... I'm always so angry and then I just say it." Bon nodded sadly. God. Would Malcolm ever be able to forgive him for that? Could they caress and love each other again?

*

Towards evening, it was already quite late, they heard a key in the keyhole. They sat on the sofa and turned their heads to look at the door. Malcolm stumbled inside. He swayed a lot as he hung his denim jacket on the cloakroom.

"Mal?" Asked Bon carefully. Malcolm turned his head and looked at him. His eyes were puffy red, as was his nose. Bon got up. "I'm so sorry." He whimpered and wanted to hug Malcolm, but the guitarist pulled back and looked at him with glassy eyes.

"Go away. Leave me alone." He muttered and wanted to go into his room, but Angus intervened.

"I'm so sorry for what I said. Please forgive me. I know you only did this to protect me. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." Malcolm looked perplexed at his brother.

"I forgive you." He then mumbled. "You're going to do it again anyway, so being angry is no solution." Angus looked at Malcolm in shock.

"Mal, I'm so terribly sorry. I was such a fucking asshole and I'm so sorry. I love you so much, big brother Please forgive me." A tear ran down Malcolm's cheek. Bon watched sadly and now stood next to Angus. Malcolm's little body was trembling badly.

"Nobody loves me." He whispered. "Not you and not you either." He looked at Bon. "Nobody loves a murderer. Nobody loves someone like me." Angus swallowed, eyes wide.

"Come on, Mal. You're drunk." He wanted to take Malcolm's hand, but Malcolm pulled his hand away.

"D ... don't touch me." He cried. "Don't touch me." Bon watched in shock.

"Malcolm. Come on. We're terribly sorry. I now know about everything and I would like to take back everything I have said. Please forgive me." Malcolm pressed his hands to his ears.

"Leave me alone! I don't wanna hear that! I hate you! Both of you!" He screamed. Bon felt tears welling up in his eyes. God, Malcolm was so scared. Angus wanted to take his hand again.

"Mal..."

"Leave me alone!" He shouted angrily and knocked Angus aside. The little guitarist stumbled back and fell to the floor.

"Come on, Malcolm. You have to calm down. All is well. We're here." Bon hummed and slowly approached him. Angus ran quickly into the kitchen. Bon watched him out of the corner of his eye. Malcolm was angry. Pretty angry.

"You told me you hate me! You told me you didn't want anything to do with me! So please leave me alone!" Malcolm's voice was high and hysterical.

"We love you, Malcolm. You have to calm down. You're drunk. We love you."

"You love me!? YOU LOVE ME!?" He screamed. "You don't love me! Nobody fucking wants me!" Angus came running from the kitchen with a glass of water. Malcolm angrily pushed Bon against the wall. The singer looked at him anxiously.

"Bon!" Angus yelled. Bon looked at him briefly and then nodded. He jumped on Malcolm and pushed him to the ground. Malcolm screeched and tried to get away.

"I hate you! I hate you!" He shouted. Angus put Malcolm's head on the floor with one hand and poured the water down his throat with the other. Malcolm gurgled at it a little. Angus held Malcolm's nose. In order to breathe, the guitarist had to swallow the water, which he did. He coughed a little. Angus withdrew. Bon did the same. They created a little space.

"What did you give him?" Asked Bon worried.

"Sedatives and aspirin." Angus muttered, watching his brother. Malcolm was still on the floor, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, frightened, he crawled behind the Christmas tree and hid there. Shortly afterwards they heard sobs. Bon and Angus looked worried before going after Malcolm. Malcolm was curled up in a ball behind the Christmas tree. He cried and sobbed. His small body trembled badly. He tried to hide, but couldn't.

"Hey. Malcolm." Bon said softly and sat on the floor in front of him. Malcolm didn't look up. He cried more and curled up in a small ball.

"Go away." He whimpered. "Go away." Bon looked up at Angus.

"When he takes tranquilizers, he gets scared and cries." Angus said quietly.

"How do you know? Have you done that before?" Bon asked in shock. Angus sighed.

"Mom almost always gave him sedatives when she couldn't get on with him."

"What ..." Bon's eyes were huge.

"She had less work with him when he was lying in a corner sobbing scared." Angus shrugged. Bon was mad at this woman. Angry as hell. "I can tell you the story later." Bon nodded and carefully placed a hand on Malcolm's shoulder.

"N ... no ... please don't." Malcolm cried, curling up more tightly, trying to hide. Bon's heart ached a lot when he saw the love of his life in this state. His poor little lover.

"Sh. Is good. We won't hurt you." Angus hummed and sat down next to Bon. He took Bon's hand back and whispered: "Don't touch him." Bon nodded a little. "We're not going to hurt you, Malcolm. I promise." Malcolm slowly raised his head and looked at them with watery eyes.

"Promised?" He whispered softly. Angus nodded.

"Promised. We won't hurt you. Right, Bon?" Angus looked at Bon.

"Yes. He's right. We won't hurt you." Malcolm nodded quickly.

"T ... thanks." Malcolm whimpered softly and hid his face again.

"Listen. We're sorry for what we both did." Angus said. "You're not a murderer. Abortion is not murder. I... I was just shocked when I saw that little bab- ... thing in the box." Angus swallowed. "It's not your fault. I know now that it's better for that thing and me." He'd rather not say baby anymore or he'd cry again. "I love you, Malcolm. I'm sorry for what I said."

"I love you too, Malcolm. I didn't mean to hurt you either." Bon whispered. Malcolm was still sobbing softly. His small body trembled and he tried to take a shaky breath.

"N ... Nobody loves me." Malcolm cried. "Everybody hates me. You cannot love me. There's no love for me. I'm only destroying love." He cried.

"Malcolm, you don't destroy anything. And nobody hates you. We love you. Me, Bon, Cliff and Phil. We love you the way you are." Angus said with a slight smile. "We love you with all your shortcomings and strengths. We love you because you are who you are. If you would change, you would no longer be yourself." Malcolm whimpered softly. "OK? We love you." The sedative was still strong in Malcolm's circulation. He was sober again, but drugged.

"Can I touch him?" Asked Bon, looking at Angus. The lead guitarist shook his head.

"Not yet." Malcolm cried heavily. "OK? We love you, Malcolm. You can feel loved because we love you. You're my favorite person and my favorite brother and my favorite sibling. OK? I love you." Malcolm whimpered softly. Bon swallowed hard. God. He wanted so much to hold Malcolm to himself and kiss every single tear off his pretty little face. Malcolm whimpered softly. "OK? We love you." Angus whispered, slowly reaching out his hand to Malcolm. Malcolm winced back, whimpering. "Not yet? Okay." Angus leaned over to Bon. "Tell him you love him and what you like about him." Bon swallowed. Angus loved Malcolm. But it was different with Bon. Bon was in love with him. But Angus would think he was saying this to calm the guitarist down, so he could say it.

"Angus is right. OK? We love you. I love you. I love your laugh and your voice and ... and your character. I love you, Malcolm. You're loved no matter what. We'll always love you." Malcolm sobbed softly. Angus looked at Bon and nodded. Bon slowly reached out and placed his hands on Malcolm's hips. Malcolm twitched a little, but didn't crawl away. Bon slowly pulled him close. "Sh. I love you. Everything's fine." He hummed and patted Malcolm's back. "You're not a murderer. You didn't kill anyone. You're a good person, Malcolm Young. All is well. We love you. You're not alone." Malcolm whimpered softly on Bon's shoulder. Angus caressed Malcolm's head in concern. "How long do the sedatives last?" Bon asked, looking at Angus.

"I gave him more. He was just in the first phase of crying and hiding. Now he's in the second. That means that he wants physical contact."

"And in the third?" Asked Bon.

"He'll sit quietly in a corner and do nothing." Angus muttered. Bon nodded a little and then turned back to Malcolm.

"I got you. All is well. You're not alone. We're here." Malcolm tightened his fingers in Bon's shirt and whimpered softly.

"We have to put him to bed. I can do that if you want. He shouldn't be alone overnight. You know where the guest room is, don't you?" Angus asked. Bon nods.

"Yes, but Angus, I ... I want to stay with him."

"Why?" Asked Angus, puzzled. Bon swallowed. He couldn't tell him they were together.

"I want to take care of him." Angus nodded silently.

"Then ... then I'm going to bed now." He kissed Malcolm on the head. "Bon will take care of you. OK? You're not alone and I'm still there when you need me." Malcolm nodded, whimpering. With that, Angus went up to his room. Bon held his little lover tight.

"Sh. Is good. I have you." He kissed Malcolm's ear now that Angus was gone. The singer carried the younger one up to the bedroom and laid Malcolm on the bed. Malcolm whimpered softly. "I love you, Malcolm." Bon whispered and kissed him. "Let me show you how I love you."

Warning:

!!!!!!!!!!Blowjob!!!!!!!!!!

Bon undid Malcolm's pants. Malcolm looked down at him. He was still crying a little. Bon stroked Malcolm's through his underpants. The younger one got hard quickly and whimpered needily. Bon smiled and took off Malcolm's pants and underpants. Malcolm's cock stood up in excitement and was stiff. The tip was swollen red. "Aw. You're so beautiful, honey." Bon whispered. Bon had never seen Malcolm naked before. "You're so big and so beautiful." Bon wrapped his hand around the large shaft and stroked the tip with his thumb, from which Precum slowly emerged. Bon smiled and pumped Malcolm's foreskin up and down a little. Malcolm whimpered softly.

"So good, Bonny." He whispered. Bon smiled.

"Is good. I'll take care of you. I'll show you how much I love you." The singer smiled and continued to gently stroke Malcolm's cock before slowly taking it into his mouth. Malcolm immediately tangled his fingers in Bon's hair and pulled weakly on them. Bon began to suckle Malcolm's penis gently and slowly. The younger whimpered needily.

"So good. So good, Bonny." He gasped. "So good. I love you." Bon's heart pounded happily. He loves me. He caressed Malcolm's base and sucked on him now. Malcolm squeaked and started bucking on his hips. Bon sucked on the tip. His tongue toyed with the foreskin and his thumb caressed the thick vein on the side of Malcolm's penis. Malcolm whined loudly as Bon pushed his foreskin back and forth again. Over and over again. "So good. Oh my god." Malcolm wailed. "Bonny, I love you. So much. Ugh. So good." Bon smiled and continued sucking. "I'll come." Malcolm wailed, bucking his hips eagerly. Bon continued to stroke when Malcolm screeched into his mouth. Bon swallowed it all and then kissed Malcolm hard.

"I love you, Malcolm Young. I'm in love with you." Bon hummed.

"I love you too, Bon. I'm in love with you too." Malcolm whispered sleepily. Bon smiled and lay down next to him. Then he pulled the covers over them both and held Malcolm tight.

"I love you darling. That will never change. I promise you that I'll never be prejudiced again and that I'll only act once I know the truth." Malcolm smiled.

"I promise you that too, darling." Bon's heart swelled happily when Malcolm called him that.

"Sleep well, my future husband. My dream man." Bon stroked a strand of hair off Malcolm's face. "My little lover."

"I love you." Malcolm whispered and they both fell asleep.