Post V {Already Posted}

The shuffling of papers and the soft, scratching sound of his pencil as it flew across the paper were the only noises that dared break the silence in Tarantula's office. In small, perfectly neat and cursive letters he wrote out all that had happened during the procedure. Every device of torture used, and every response it had gained. From the loudest scream to the slightest muscle twitch, it was all recorded there for future use in research.

He knew that Cobra was probably beating himself up right about now, but honestly, Tarantula couldn't care less. Honestly, the boy needed to grow up. They had been closer when they were children, and everything was simple. But as the years had passed by, Tarantula had matured, growing cold and harsh and aloof. Cobra had retained his playful, immature personality, although he too had developed the same love for the kill and lack of sensitivity that Tarantula had. And then, of course, there was the whole thing with Cobra being in love with Tarantula...

Tarantula had known from the very beginning that the feelings Cobra was developing for him weren't natural. The way that Cobra had looked at him, admired him, eventually worshiped him - it wasn't right, by normal standards. But then again, Tarantula didn't go by normal standards. And while he certainly didn't go out of his way to encourage Cobra, there were some nights when intimacy with his brother was the perfect way to unwind.

To be quite honest, he enjoyed the love-making that Cobra bestowed upon him. It certainly wasn't special in the emotional sense, but since Cobra had the same endurance, strength, and fierceness to him that Tarantula had, it made for many pleasurable nights.

But he didn't love Cobra. Not in the slightest.

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