ruinatings | PSL masterpost

[So in a modern AU world somewhere that vaguely reflects the political setting of canon, Rufus is helping destroy the world. It's straight-forward, this time. Osborne is Osborne in many ways, and he's doing the same old manipulating, expanding, undermining the royal family.

Rufus tried to get rid of him, as a teenager. But it wasn't that he felt strongly about doing so. He didn't really care about the tensions between the royal family, the commoners in the government, and his father's aristocracy. He didn't, and doesn't, give a particular shit who's in charge. So long as they deserve it, anyway. In his opinion being strong, being noble, confident, proud, smart -- that's what matters. And the Chancellor fits the bill. When he failed to take him out, he could have been killed, but Osborne saw the flicker of interest in Rufus' eyes, and ever since he's been following.

He's thinking about killing him still. Maybe if he does he'll take over the world himself? It might be engaging. But for now he's absolutely disgustingly enamoured with the man, and at the same time fantasizing about cutting his throat. It's fun. So for now he's helping the world be conquered and destroyed by a man arrogant in his righteousness, who believes the best way to fix the ills in humanity is to destroy it til there's nowhere to go but up, under his iron leadership.

The problem is, that's going to involve liquidating the aristocracy both here and abroad. And there is one person Rufus doesn't want to see killed: his darling, beloved, naive little brother. The one person he loves fervently, truly, though with a twisted and feverish selfishness.

It's that selfishness that allows him to slaughter Jusis' friends, calmly and with satisfaction. They're people Jusis has hung around since high school, for a few years now, and they're strong. He knows that if Jusis stays with them he'll become an obstacle to the Plan, and that's not allowed. So before that can happen, before the Plan itself becomes apparent to those outside of it, he travels here and there and efficiently, ruthlessly, murders every single one. Some he kills directly, arranging it so someone else will take the fault. Some he arranges a political trap for, and lets them be executed under the suddenly rapidly tightening control of the Chancellor's government.

Jusis doesn't have to watch it happen, because before it does, he's arrested. Accused of embezzling tax funds, with damning evidence that can't be real, he's put under house arrest "for his own safety, until the truth of the matter is sorted out". He's put under tight guard, not allowed any television or internet or newspaper that might tell him what's going on outside. He gets only the maids' whispers of political turmoil, and their pitying gazes as they speak out of earshot about things that'd break his heart if he knew.

He's been there for three months, with only maids, guards, and himself to talk to. But Rufus is done with his isolating campaign so here he is now, sweeping in the kind and concerned brother fully intending to shatter Jusis' world.]

Good evening, little brother. I hear you're holding up well enough.

[Jusis has been restless for three months. Anxious in his isolation and the alarming things he can barely glean from the maids but not enough to put a whole picture together. He's tried to escape multiple times now. His first attempt got the furthest, and subsequently he's been monitored more closely, and had less success.

He's not desperate to leave, but he kind of is, too. He wants to contact his friends, he wants to know what in the world is going on, but he trusts Rufus, ultimately, and so none of his chafing at the confinement has been too much.

It's a relief when he sees Rufus, but also he feels an uncertainty in his stomach. It's been three months and he's still under arrest for false charges, and the isolation, the gag order on information from the outside world--no matter how much he trusts his brother that sits very badly with him. He's concerned. He's anxious. And yet he's also still, happy to see the person who's always been a focal point of his life. He even gets up from his seat to greet him, smiling shyly because he can be upset but still happy. It's conflicting.]

Brother. You're finally back.

So I am. I apologize for leaving you alone for so long, but I had pressing matters to attend to.

[He smiles gently, the same charming, impossibly endearing smile he's always had. It's warm, genuine, and full of love, as is the way he lifts a hand to pat Jusis on the head, like he hasn't grown out of that yet.]

I should be able to stay at home for a few weeks though, now, provided nothing unexpected happens.

[It's reassuring, and it's easy to feel some of his anxiety and tension lessen just being near his brother. It's not gone though, certainly, but even the embarrassing headpat is comforting.]

I'm happy to hear that. Can I assume this ridiculous situation is soon to be resolved?

[No one tells him anything, so he can only assume, trust, that Rufus has been working to help him out of this stupid confinement and stupid isolation order.]

Hmm... In that I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you.

[He's still smiling, still patting Jusis' head, but what he's about to say is anything but warm and nice. There's no reason to lie to him, anymore. And there's always something satisfying about the reveal, when a plan's fallen into place.]

You won't be leaving here for a long time.

What do you mean?

[He isn't a dumb person, but his trust for his brother is rather blinding. He simply isn't considering anything sinister from that statement--at least, not sinister with Rufus. The statement itself is alarming.]

It turns out Father was the one skimming off the top.

[That's not actually true either but it may as well have been, so Rufus felt 0 regret in twisting the lies and falsified paperwork to get their father on the same chopping block as Jusis' friends.]

Chancellor Osborne is no long tolerating corruption, so he's been seen to. Considering that, I'm placing you under guard for your own protection, indefinitely.

["Seen to?" Optimistically, that would be prison, he supposes. He's not thinking eliminated. He's still.. Look, Rufus is the single most important person in his life, though some of his friends have certainly gotten to the point he would consider them just as important, but Rufus is still his brother so his suspicion of him is... Only a vague nagging bad feeling.

Rufus is just being protective and oddly unreasonable, it's nothing that they can't work through.]

Indefinitely? I can't remain here forever brother, if my name's been cleared I would like to continue with my life. I'm happy to see you, I would love to spend the week with you, but I really think I should contact my friends and let them know how I'm doing.

You can and you will.

[:) His smile has not wavered. It's so very pleasant, and his touch is so gentle, as he moves from the headpats to running his fingers over Jusis' cheek.]

There's no one for you to contact, anyway.

[Well. Alarm bells are ringing now. Far too late. But he still refuses to believe them yet, despite the wrench of sick uncertainty under his heart. He goes still, not pulling away from Rufus's touch but very much confused and unsure of it.

The words are more pressing.]

What do you mean?

Oh, dear little brother.

[He's just as pleasantly grabbing Jusis' chin now, firmly but not hard enough to hurt.]

If one wishes for one's maneuver to be successful, one should remove obstacles before they become such. Your friends were obstacles to our plan.

["Our" plan. Yep.]

But so long as you're here, you're safe. I've seen to that.

[This is. This is...

His brain wants to deny what's happening. His heart certainly isn't accepting it.

He's staring at Rufus in shock.]

Rufus...

[He can't be hearing this correctly. Our plan. Obstacles. Where is the kind brother he's looked up to all his life? That's the smile he knows but there's a look in Rufus's eyes that scares him.

He still can't accept what his dread is telling him though. Removed could have many meanings, even though he knows, he knows it only has one.]

What are you talking about?

Don't play stupid, Jusis.

[No denial for you. Only being slowly backed up against the nearest piece of furniture.]

They're dead. As many others will be, before this is done. But you, I won't allow to perish. You'll be with me until his dream has been realised.

[Well now it's said out loud and the denial shatters. A BIT LIKE HIS FUCKING HEART. You can pretty much see the moment his heart breaks, his face crumbling as his heart sinks and his breath catches on a soft sob. He can't take his eyes off Rufus, and without noticing it he's backed up and cornered against some piece of furniture or other, feeling it against his legs the only thing stopping him from continuing to retreat.

Tears sting his eyes, and he feels like he can't breathe, grief and confusion hitting him like a hammer. None of Rufus's words make sense, nor does he want to make sense of them. It hurts, and he can't understand a world where this is his brother.]

Why--

[Not why did Rufus do it, he can't care right now, no, why did he stay here? Why is he himself so useless he couldn't protect anything he loves? He's shaking with emotional overload.]

Necessary sacrifices, little brother.

[If you want something, grasp it, proudly and without regrets. That's something a certain man told him once, before their first tryst. If you believe unflinchingly in your righteousness, the world will bend to reach it.

Probably not a sentiment that should be applied to turning your little brother around and shoving him face-down against a desk but here they are.]

I'll gladly become everything you need.

[That hurts. It's disorienting and confusing too. His brain just can't follow all the things that have been happening in the last minute. His friends and father are dead, Rufus is crazy, and now he's getting bent over a desk in a really compromising position.

He's never been, in his life, scared of his brother. Rufus has been a rock of safety for him, someone he trusts completely and with all his heart. Even now he's struggling to reconcile what's been revealed with Rufus as the cause, he can't make it connect.

But he is scared. For the first time in his life Rufus is frightening to him, and the distress and confusion in his voice make that obvious.]

What are you doing?!

Something I've wanted to do for some time now.

[Pulling Jusis' jacket off and using it to tie his arms behind his back to start with.]

[He doesn't think to struggle, frozen and stunned. The precaution might be necessary in a bit but right now he's just making very distressed and confused faces and trying not to cry.]

Brother?

[His voice sounds small even to his own ears.]

Shh.

[It's fine. This is normal. He's just unbuttoning the rest of Jusis' layers so he can feel up his chest.]

[This is not fine or normal. Even if in a very (not so?) secret part of him he might have wondered what it would be like to have his brother's affection like this, it was never a fantasy that manifested like this.He's ducking his head and trying to flinch away from the touch but it's hard when he's bent over a desk with Rufus behind him. There's nowhere for him to go.]

Please, stop.

[He tries to make his voice steady for that request, tries not to sound as scared and small and confused and upset as he feels. He tries, but it's all there in his voice, he's really distressed, and he just wants Rufus to make the distress stop, like when he was a child. Even if Rufus is the source of it, currently.]

Not this time.

[Maybe he'll listen to Jusis another day but not today. He's been anticipating this for too long, and he has absolutely no shame in it. He's unbuttoning Jusis' pants with one hand, while the other gently rolls his thumb over Jusis' nipple, playing with him oh-so-sweetly.]

Relax and enjoy it.

[He's still trying to choke back tears, still wanting to have some kind of brave front of pride. It's barely there and it won't last but he doesn't know what to do when his entire world has flipped on him and the foundation of his trust is breaking it.

He bites his lip because despite himself, Rufus's fingers feel good, and some very twisted part of him almost longs for more, but the rest of him is betrayed beyond measure.]

Brother--!

[He's protesting, but he can't escape, he can't fight or wiggle away, and in a moment Rufus will have a hand in his pants to confirm that while he might not be entirely aroused he's not entirely soft either. Halfway there, stressed and confused and hurt and ashamed of his reactions while being unable to keep from reacting.]

[It's cute. He doesn't actually want Jusis to cry but he's cute when he does and it's an acceptable side effect of Rufus getting what he wants. Which is to fondle Jusis, touching every sensitive area he can find, wanting to make this as horribly good as he can.]

I'll be gentle with you, so don't whine.

[He squirms, trying to get away from the touch but completely unsuccessful. His head is bowed forward and he is losing the battle with keeping his distress and near tears out of his voice. Never really had a chance at being on the winning end of that battle, anyway.]

Why?

[It's whispered, because stop isn't working and if nothing else he wants to understand.]

Why are you doing this?

[Even the murder he can understand from a ruthless political view, but why this? Why like this? If his brother had come to him six months ago, or longer even, if Rufus hadn't started this after admitting to madness and pushed Jusis against a desk to strip and tease him he couldn't say for sure he would have rejected Rufus at all. He's not even rejecting this as strongly as he should, though he's rejecting it pretty strongly. He still feels too excited by the touch, by his brother's voice, only it comes with a lot of fear and distress that he never wanted to feel.]

This? This is pure selfishness.

[He's not going to deny it. He's doing this because he wants to. Because he wants Jusis to be his and his alone. He's leaning over him now, his chest against Jusis' back as he kisses his neck.]

I don't need a reason to want you to belong to me.

YAN AU

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