(Sibling fluff to repay for all I have made you suffer through...)

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(Ink)

Slim helped me upstairs, as I refused to keep the wheelchair. Razz just rolled his eyes as he carried my crutches up to my apartment. He took one look around the place before saying, "Guess you're sleeping on the couch for a while."

"Yup," I grunted as Slim set me down. The tension from the car ride hadn't left his body and I figured that being in private might bring it back into the conversation.

He said nothing, though. He just set me down and sat next to me as Razz leaned my crutches on the side of the couch and looked around at my art scattered everywhere.

"Honestly, Skittles, how do you live like this?" he asked, straightening a pile of sketchbooks, "It's absolute chaos. How do you find anything?"

I shrugged, grimacing slightly as my bruises stretched. Razz rolled his eyes and began organizing my art supplies. He waved at Slim, not even looking at him, "Go and make something," he ordered, arranging my oil paints by color.

Slim stood up with a "Yes, M'Lord," and made his way to my kitchen area. The title made me turn and watch him move. Then I looked at Razz, raising an eyebrow at him. He caught my stare and smirked.

"Something wrong, Skittles?" he asked innocently. He knew precisely what I was thinking.

"Do you own him or something?" I hissed. The smirk grew wider as Razz stood straight, hands on his hips.

"In a way," he said. He looked over at Slim, fondness and control in his eyes, "He is my everything. And I mean everything." He winked at me before returning to organizing my art supplies.

Sighing, I relaxed into the couch. I knew the brothers had an interesting relationship but I honestly have no clue how deep or...controlling it went.

I wish I understood sibling relationships...

(Error)

"TAKE IT!"

"NEVER!" I yelled back. Geno chased me around my own apartment with a bottle of pills in his hand. This has been our daily argument for maybe four days. Reaper just sits on the sofa, looking amused as Geno attempted to force his haphephobic brother to take medication.

"You need it!" Geno implored.

"NO!"

As we had a small stare-off, Geno behind the couch and me in front of the Tv, the door opened to my apartment. We both looked and I took the opportunity to dash into my room. Geno yelled at me as I shut the door and leaned on it, feeling him start to pound on the other side.

"You two, help me!" Geno shouted.

Suddenly, there was no more pounding on the door. Footsteps sounded, then sped up. The door flung open as Reaper and someone else charged it, knocking me down. Looking up in a daze I briefly made out Fresh's outline before Geno's face took over my vision.

Before I could do anything a pill was shoved in my mouth along with half a bottle of water. I choked, coughing as I flipped over, trying to spit out the pill. Geno forced my mouth shut and I growled at the contact, shivering as his hand met water on my mouth. As soon as I swallowed he ripped his hand back and I snarled.

"What the hell?! I'M FINE!"

"You need your meds," Geno said sternly, standing up and throwing a towel on my chest, "It's only a half dose. Deal with it."

"You're such a considerate brother," I growled sarcastically.

"Quit acting like a five-year-old and get up," Geno said.

"Again, SOOO considerate!" I snapped as I stood, sarcasm heavy in my voice. "And I'll act the age you treat me. I know how to take care of myself, Geno. I'm twenty-nine, for crying out loud."

"Dude, that's oooollld..." Fresh remarked, putting his over-gaudy shades on his shirt.

"It is not!" I snapped at him. He snickered.

"You're getting old~! You're getting old~!" he sang, skipping out my room.

"Ya little pest..." I growled, following him.

"He's right, it's not that old," Reaper commented, going back to lounge on the couch. He nabbed Geno on his way and fell onto the couch with a sigh. Geno squeaked as he was yanked down and into cuddling with Reaper. I rolled my eyes, forcing back a shudder at their contact. Why must my soon-to-be brother-in-law have to be so openly affectionate?

"Nah, brah, you're just old, too!" Fresh countered, shooting finger guns at Reaper. Reaper rolled his eyes, absently petting Geno's hair. Geno leaned into it, grumbling.

"Call him old again, I dare ya," I told Fresh. Fresh looked at me skeptically, his smirk flickering. As if he'd take that challenge. Reaper was at least a head and a half taller, plus a former MMA fighter. He packs a punch and was known as the 'Black Death' by most in his circuit. Why? I have no clue.

Though how someone as lazy, sarcastic, chill, and anti-work as Reaper managed to become an MMA fighter I will never understand. He only quit when he met Geno.

Geno watched me as I plopped into my recliner with a heavy huff of air. Crossing my arms, I refused to meet his gaze. Yes, I was pouting, but I didn't care. Unlike before in the aftermath of my 'attacks' as Geno called them, I want- no, needed to feel. My meds took away most of my feelings in order to keep me chill and made me extremely apathetic.

Fresh sat on the armrest of my recliner and looked at me, smirking somewhat as he considered me. After sitting there in silence for a long time, I finally acknowledged him.

"What do you want?" I grumbled.

"How'd your date go?" he asked. I looked up at him, raising my eyebrow.

"The one you set up for me?"

"Fresh did what now?" Geno asked and we waved him off.

"Nothing. And yea, bro, how'd it go? He a keeper?" Fresh bugged, grinning at me. I rolled my eyes.

"That was months ago. Why do you even care?"

"I wanna know why I haven't seen my radical bro Ink in three months!" Fresh exclaimed, grinning at me, "He used ta come to the skate park every two weeks and I ain't seen him since that date of yours!"

"Ink went to the skate park? Why?"

"Watch me compete sometimes, hang with me n' mah friends time to time, catch up in the know-how of the rad skater ring," Fresh waved it off, "Always stopped ta say hello every now and then. He even showed me a couple 'o moves on the board. Dude's got some mad skills on the board."

"Ink skates?"

Fresh shrugged, "Not much, but he's real talented. I've seen him do all kinds of tricks; board, skates, bike, parkour, swings," he listed them on his fingers, "he's got one heck of a sense of balance, bro. Not much of a bragger. Always lookin' to teach, not talk."

"Huh..."

"Ink's not one to talk about his own talents," Reaper piped up lazily, "Though, if you get him going on art..."

"It's like trying to stop a train with your bare hands. He'll run you right over with everything from clay to watercolor," Geno finished. I looked from them to Fresh.

"You're not leaving me many mysteries to discover about my boyfriend..." I groaned, laying my head back.

Fresh leaped to his feet, grinning, "He's your boyfriend?! Dang, no wonder he ain't been around. Count yer lucky stars, bro; he's one heck of a rad-tastic package!"

"Don't you think I know that?" I dragged a hand over my face in exasperation. Sometimes Fresh just wore me out... "I'm the one dating him."

"Error's got a boyfriend~ Error's got a boyfriend~" Fresh started singing. I glared at him.

"Stop," I demanded but he got off the armrest and skipped around my apartment.

"Error's got a boyfriend~! Error's got a boyfriend~!"

"Shut up!"

"Error's got a boyfriend~! Error's got a boyfriend~!"

"Fresh, I swear to god shut up!"

"Anti-social Error~ Anti-social Error~ He's got a boyfriend~! He's got a boyfriend~!"

"I will kill you!"

"Error's dating Inky~ Error's dating Inky~" Fresh grinned evilly at me as he avoided me, skipping like a twelve-year-old.

At this point, Reaper was laughing, watching us like some game show. Geno just shook his head in silent disappointment. I growled and chased Fresh, who continued to sing and make up mocking lyrics.

"Error's not so lonely~ Error's not so lonely~ Error's dating Inky~ Error's dating Inky~ Anti-social Error~ He's not so lonely~!"

"Fresh, I am this far from committing murder!"

"Error's getting cranky~ Error is so angry~ Error's dating Inky~! Error's not so lonely~!"

"Fresh!"

With a madman giggle, Fresh dashed out of my apartment, skipping and continuing to sing his new favorite song 'Error's got a boyfriend' for ALL of my neighbors. I stopped at the doorway, growling at him. 

"GODDAMN PEST SHUT UP!"

(Ink)

The way Razz and Slim bickered without even talking amazed me. I watched them have silent exchanges as we ate a very good meal prepared by Slim. They understood each other's body language on a level I just couldn't comprehend. How are brothers so communicative? Wish I had something to compare it to...

Currently, Slim was on the couch, bouncing his knee and staring at nothing. Razz was finishing up his self-assigned project of organizing my art supplies, but I saw him glance at Slim every now and again.

I might've said something but I wanted to see how long the silence lasted. This currently was more entertaining than anything else. Absently drawing the start of my new line in a sketchbook, I waited out the silence.

Once Razz was satisfied with his work he sighed and looked over at Slim. Slim rested his head on a fist, staring at either the wall or the floor or nothing at all. I watched from the edge of my sketchbook as Razz made his way over in front of his brother and crossed his arms.

"I know what you're thinking," he said, his tone firm but quiet.

"No, you don't..." Slim grumbled, his eyes flicking to Razz. Razz rolled his eyes and crawled onto Slim, straddling his waist and sitting on his lap.

"Yes, I do," he said, "You're thinking that only you are allowed to touch me."

Slim brought his eyes up to his brother, still pouting. His knee bouncing had stilled when Razz sat on him. Razz cocked his head at him, "Well?"

"Yeah, so?" Slim grumbled, looking away, "I'm the only one who should ever feel your body like he tried to do..."

Razz wrapped his hands around Slim's neck, "Quit being so jealous. I have a job to do and it comes with the territory."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it..."

"Then don't like it but don't get so jealous," Razz ran his finger down Slim's front, "Plus, you're the only one who gets to see my body, and you're the only one who'll ever get to see it~"

A small snort escaped me and they both whipped their heads to me. Something in their eyes told me they forgot I was here.

"Jealous, Skittles~?" Razz taunted and I shook my head.

"Nope, just confused."

"Oh? Why?"

"Aren't brothers supposed to annoy and trick each other?" I asked, a small smile on my face, "Mess around and whatnot?"

"Well, I don't think you want us to 'mess around' in your apartment," Razz threatened. But I made eye contact with Slim, who grinned evilly.

"I wouldn't be so sure, Razzy~" he purred. He forced his hands up Razz's shirt, making him yelp in surprise, and began to tickle him. Razz pushed his hands down but Slim forced him down onto the couch and tickled him relentlessly. Razz frowned but couldn't stop laughing.

"Slim! Brother! Stop! I demand you stop!" he shouted.

"Forgive me, M'lord, but this is far too much fun!" Slim giggled. Razz writhed around, trying to block Slim's hands. I laughed loudly, scooting away so Slim could have more of the couch to pin Razz down.

"Stop, hahaha, please! Cease!" Razz laughed, slowly growing weak.

"Not until you can't breathe!" Slim said, grinning widely. Razz rolled around, trying in vain to push Slim's hands off and hide his sensitive spots, of which there were many and Slim knew all of them.

"I command you to stop hahaha!" Razz said, his eyes forced closed with his efforts.

"Guess I'm a rebel!" Slim shouted, pinning Razz to the couch with his own body. Razz weakly kicked at him to get him off.

Soon, Razz was wheezing, laughing so hard his abdomen curled up tightly and he had tears running down his face. Slim was panting and eventually stopped. Both of them sat there panting for a while, regaining some energy. I continued to laugh softly, the echoes of Razz's pleas and Slim's denial in my head.

Once he could breathe, Razz frowned at Slim and smacked him lightly.

"Get off me, mutt," he grumbled. Slim cocked his head in consideration.

"Hmm...nah," he flopped on top of Razz, who squeaked. Razz began to push him off but Slim had become a deadweight.

"Brother, get off me! That's an order!"

"No can do, M'lord," Slim mumbled, "I am currently incapacitated from disabling my enemies."

"Lies! You're just being lazy!"

"That too."

Razz sighed in exasperation. Slim chuckled lowly and wrapped his arms around Razz's waist, snuggling into his shoulder. Razz rolled his eyes but began to pet Slim's hair.

"You are the most annoying thing on this planet," he said gruffly.

"I love you, too..." Slim mumbled.

I smiled to myself. Slim shifted and threw his legs on top of mine, smiling at me.

"What?"

"I'm glad we're friends, Ink," he said tiredly, "You know how to make a lot of days brighter..."

"Thanks, Slim," I said, smiling back. Razz smiled at me as well.

"You can always call us family, Ink," he said, petting Slim's hair gently, "Keep that in mind next time he messes with you..."

"That's very nice of you, Razz," I smiled, "I love you both, you know that?"

"Love you, too, Ink..." Slim yawned, burrowing his face into the crook of Razz's neck.

"Love ya back, Skittles..."