Blue & Yellow [Korn/Adema]

!WARNING! This story contains incest, and implications of child grooming and sex with a minor. It is completely fictional. It is completely fake, false, the only truth is that Jonathan Davis and Marky Chavez are brothers. They belong to themselves. This story is very dark. Please do not read if this makes you uncomfortable. Thankyou. !WARNING!1

'Jonathan?'2

'Hey. Come in.'3

The door creaks open, slow and nervous, kind of like the footsteps Jonathan's brother was taking. Marky approached the bed, stood next to it, and from the bed, Jonathan looked up at him, watching his little brother nervously chewing his lip, stood there with his arms dangled aimlessly by his sides.4

'What's wrong?'5

Marky opened his mouth to reply, then closed it again, and smiled a little. He was shirtless; there in a pair of old cotton tracksuit bottoms, faded from white to grey. He wore them over his boxers, whenever he was just wandering from room to room at night and some such. Generally when he was going from his room to Jonathan's. He opened his mouth and spoke again. 'You're going back to LA soon, aren't you?'6

'Yeah.' Jonathan had just been signed. He couldn't wait to get to LA, he couldn't wait to record the album. The sheets rested across his hips. He always did get too warm. Marky's staring down at him. That's the only loss, when he goes back to LA. Marky's not gonna be there. 'Are you getting in or what? You're making the room feel awkward.'7

Jumping slightly, Marky nodded and pulled off his tracks, introducing Jonathan's lower body to the cold of the room before it was replaced by Marky's warm body. Marky hooked a leg over Jonathan's, splayed an arm over his chest, fascinated eyes scanning every out-jutting bone in veiw. 'I don't want you to go...'8

'It's my job now, Marky. If I could stay, man, I would. I don't want to walk away from the chance of getting out of Bako.'9

'I love you, though.'10

'I love you too.' Jonathan frowned and played with Marky's hair. Marky had always been so much more confident, so much more popular. Marky was the kid everyone liked. Marky was the kid popular with the girls, the girls he was forever turning away. He already had a girlfriend, he'd say. They'd ask who she was and he'd say, she's not from around here.11

Marky had a boyfriend, not a girlfriend. Marky had always been the confident one, except around Jonathan. He went quiet. He went silent except for when they had sex; Marky said a lot of things then. He babbled about how much he loved Jonathan, he blabbed that Jonathan felt soo-fucking-amazing, went on about how good it was and how amazing it was and how oh, he was going to come inside Jonathan and he was, ohh...12

Jonathan was supposed to be the shy one. He was quiet, he didn't do the normal stuff. Hell, he'd only recently dropped out of mortuary college. He wore dresses and skirts and kissed other boys. He kissed the boys in his band and he kissed Marky. He kissed Marky a whole lot. But here, he was loud, he was talkative, dominant.13

'What's bothering you, Marky?'14

'Can't we go to France together?'15

Jonathan chuckled. 'Why France?'16

'It's not illegal, there. We can wait until my birthday, Jonathan, then we can go to France together, and we can be normal.' Marky kissed Jonathan's neck, and Jonathan nudged Marky down onto his back, straddling his hips and linking fingers with him. 'We can be normal,' Marky repeated breathlessly.17

'You mean live there?'18

'Yeah.'19

'Mark... Marky, you'd hate France. They drink wine all the time.'20

'Sweden, then.'21

'Sweden's cold.'22

'Don't you want to be with me?'23

'I am with you.'24

'Properly.'25

'Marky... I wanna play in my band, Marky. We just got signed. We're gonna release an album.'26

It took Jonathan a minute or two to register that Marky was crying. He leaned down and literally kissed the tears away from his face. 'You're gonna be famous too, Marky. I love you.'27

'If you loved me, you'd take me to France with you.'28

'If you loved me, you'd drop the subject.' So Marky did. Jonathan loved his control over Marky. Jonathan had wanted Marky since he was twelve. It hadn't been difficult to get his brother under his sway; it hadn't been difficult to do the things that impressed and pleased Marky whilst blackmailing him at the same time, bribery slow and careful until Marky was fourteen; Jonathan was twenty-one when he fucked his little brother for the first time.29

Marky sniffled quietly below Jonathan. Jonathan consoled him with kisses and promises that he did love him. Marky always was so trusting and full of joy and life. Marky saw the world in tainted colors of blue and yellow; blue was trust, loyalty, wisdom, confidence, intelligence, faith, truth, and heaven, yellow was the color of sunshine, it was joy, happiness, intellect, and energy.30

Marky held the blank canvas and Jonathan painted it for him, whispering kind words of loveliness and promising adoration and never-ending affection. Then as Marky got older, words telling him it would feel good.31

Marky had only "grown up" properly a couple of years ago. He was sixteen when Jonathan had his legs hooked around Marky's waist for the first time, and was encouraging him, telling him he was doing the right thing.32

'You're my precious baby, Marky. But we can't go to France or Sweden. You'd hate it. You'd miss mom and Alyssa.'33

Marky believed him just as easily now as he had at twelve. He nodded wordlessly whilst Jonathan kissed a pattern down Marky's chest.34

'You'd get bored of me, too,' Jonathan told him.35

'No! N-n-no! Never!'36

'You would, you'd get bored of me. That's why I have to go away, so that when I come back, I know you'll have missed me, and that way, I know you still love me. And I know you won't get bored of me that way.'37

'I'll always love you...'38

'You'd hate France or Sweden and you'd start hating me...' Marky fell silent again; always so trusting. He never doubted Jonathan... He'd questioned what they did, only once, when Marky was thirteen he asked, Do normal brothers do this?39

We're not normal brothers, Marky, Jonathan had replied between gentle kisses. So we can do this.40

'And mom would hate you, too. She'd be so upset because you ran away. Because we're not supposed to be doing this, remember, Marky? We're doing it because we love eachother, but we're not supposed to. But it's okay, because we're not like the rest.'41

Pretty soon after that Marky was moaning and whimpering under Jonathan's hands and lips. France was forgotten. Sweden was forgotten. Boxers were gone.42

Jonathan climbed on top of Marky again, grinding down on top of him. 'You promise not to be with any other boys when I'm gone? You know we can't do this again, if you do that. You won't be the same.'43

'I promise,' Marky cried out.44

Jonathan sank down on him and rode him, their hands linked. Marky twisted and moaned. Jonathan sighed and groaned and told Marky he was being such a good boy. 'My precious baby Marky.'45

Reggie was waiting for him, back in LA. Ready and waiting. Jonathan couldn't be expected to not need to have sex, what with how long he was away from Bako all the time.46

'I love you!'47

'I love you too, Marky.'48

Marky saw the world the exact way Jonathan wanted him to.49

In blue and yellow. 50