Variations on a Corpse 2 (Yacht), a General Hospital vignette by Sue Castle. Rated NC17, no copyright infringement intended, just a little outing for the brothers.

Helena Cassadine stared at the CD recorder in shock. There was a traitor aboard. A viper nestled to her breast. It was exceedingly difficult to get within her barriers, so the fact that anyone she had trusted so close to her should then betray her was intolerable.

The interview, or interrogation, of Andreas was disappointing, to say the least. But he did suggest others who might seek to harm her, perhaps in truth, perhaps in a desperate attempt to save himself. It was worth investigating. She sent him off in search of Lucky Spencer and sat quietly, staring at nothing, her mind racing. Was Stefan alive? Could this be part of a plot? Was it Jax? Or one of her minions, paid blood-money by one of her enemies? Perhaps even Natasha? Foolish chit. If that was the truth, she would pay dearly.

Whomever was responsible for infiltrating her home would pay dearly.

When young Master Spencer was brought into her presence, he showed a distressing tendency toward arrogance. She smiled down into his bright, intelligent eyes. He simply had no idea with whom he was dealing. No idea whatsoever of the control she had over his mind.

He turned to stomp away, all wounded dignity and heartbreaking youth. She called out to him, the ring of command in her voice, "Protect your queen!"

Turning back, the belligerence had disappeared, leaving malleability in those lovely blue eyes. She put the question to him directly, had he turned on her?

He asked her, in all innocence, why he would do such a thing. For weren't they friends?

She smiled at him, all loving kindness. Of course they were friends. Well, he was a tool and she was the master wielder of that tool, but his conception of their friendship was a delightful aspect of the shaping of that tool. She waved him away, distracted for a moment by memories of the cabin in the woods, long dark nights in front of a fire, his strong young body moving over hers, moving under Andreas' for her pleasure. He had been such an apt pupil. It ran in the blood.

His mother was a whore, as well.

Returning to the present from pleasant recollection, she realized she'd forgotten to bring him out of his suggestible state. Ah, well, she sighed inwardly. There was no harm done. The only actions he could take in this state were those she had programmed so carefully into him. No one would be hurt. Everything she did, she smiled to herself, was for her beloved grandson Nikolas.

Any residual power she gained from the arrangement was merely her due for her hard work and allegiance to her family.

Lucky was moving automatically. His thoughts were blank. He was a creature of instinct in his current state, a slate wiped clean and re-written in Helena Cassadine's bold hand. Every flourish had a powerful dual purpose -- protect his Queen and serve his Prince. It was all too medieval, but she was the potentate of a Greek island and the inheritor of generations of rule. It came naturally to her. He did as she bade, even as he was completely unaware of it.

Rounding the corner to Kelly's, he saw Elizabeth in Nikolas' arms. They were kissing, his half-brother's hands running up and down the slender back of the woman he had believed he loved.

Until it had been drummed into him that Elizabeth was not his. She belonged with Nikolas.

Instinct warred with emotion, and resulted in an unbreachable wall coming up between his lady love and himself. Wild jealousy of Nikolas was subsumed by a true need not to hurt the other man, and tipped over the scale by the requirement impressed upon him to serve his brother. He barely paused walking up to them.

Elizabeth gave him a very strange look, and he smiled serenely at her. They were good for each other, she and Nikolas, and he told her so, as he had so often been told. She turned with what could only be called a huff and flounced into the cafe. Now it was Nikolas giving him the strange look. Almost ... disappointed.

A gaggle of people came wandering up the walkway, and Nikolas gave them an impatient look. Grabbing hold of Lucky's shoulder, he pulled him away from the crowd, down to a deserted part of the docks. Lucky went along docilely.

"Why are you letting me do this?" Nikolas asked when they were alone, his voice a blend of anger and confusion.

Lucky shrugged helplessly. Independent thought and logic weren't part of his programming. His will was subject to Nikolas completely, due in part to his own love for his brother and emphasized by Helena's tinkering with his mind over the year of his imprisonment.

"I want you to have whatever you want," he tried to explain. Nikolas sighed, the anger bleeding out and the confusion taking over.

"I want you to be happy, Lucky! That would make me happy."

Flashes of memory stabbed at Lucky. Fire, contained, and heat, from him and over him. Tanned skin shivering below his mouth, under his hands, moving against him. Scented cotton and soft bedding, Helena's voice commanding him in the background, slickness in his grasp, embedded in him, surrounding him.

The memories, fragmentary as they were, overlapped the present, and his hand reached out to touch Nikolas' mouth, which was still moving. He knew the taste of that mouth. Knew what it sounded like when it cried out in completion. Needed that sound now.

His hands moved and his body followed. Nikolas reached up to push him away, hold him closer, he didn't know. But he didn't fight. Lucky stayed still, and Nikolas pulled him close.

Everything was heat, and wind, and need, and driving instinct.

Elizabeth must have seen Lucky over his shoulder, because one minute they were talking about making him jealous, making his see the truth of his feelings for her, and the next minute she was in his arms.

She tasted good.

Nikolas tried not to think of the last person he'd kissed like this. Lucky had shown no indication whatsoever that he wanted to talk about what had happened in the tunnel beneath Windemere, and he was respecting his brother's wishes. Even if he didn't understand them in the least. Maybe it had just been frustration. Maybe it was a hold-over from being kidnapped -- God only knew what that creep Faison had done to him. Nikolas had no way of telling, but he'd been watching, ever since that afternoon.

As soon as Lucky was ready to talk, Nikolas was there.

Until then, he'd do whatever he could to get his half-brother back together with the woman he loved. The woman who loved him.

So he put every ounce of play-passion into the kiss that he could. In the back of his mind came the thought that he was getting pretty good at pretend kisses. Then Elizabeth was moving out of his arms, putting on a convincing act of startlement, hoping to draw a reaction from Lucky.

They got one. It wasn't quite what they were expecting.

The crazy idiot actually beamed at them. Looked happy for them. Proud of them for finally coming to their senses ... about one another. Nikolas could have cheerfully punched him. Not that it would have done much good. Lucky could be amazingly stubborn.

Elizabeth gave Lucky a surprised look that quickly melted into irritation, all the more evident in the face of Lucky's benign smile. Nikolas gave her the most reassuring look he could, then opened his mouth to ask Lucky what the hell was going on. Before he could get a word out, a bunch of locals on the hunt for lunch came jabbering up the sidewalk.

Irritated and frustrated, he took hold of Lucky's shoulder and dragged him down to the docks, where they could have some privacy. He'd had enough of waiting for Lucky to come to him. He was going to get to the bottom of this. Once they were far enough away that no one else was in ear-shot, or eye-sight, for that matter, he rounded on his brother.

"Why are you letting me do this?" he demanded. The frustration he couldn't hide came through loud and clear in the question.

Lucky shrugged. Nikolas again fought down the urge to hit him. Lucky was staring at him like a little kid, all big eyes and mute tongue. It made Nikolas insane when he got like that. It didn't happen often, but when it did, it was like Lucky's brain went on vacation and left his body behind.

Eventually Lucky spoke, but Nikolas wasn't happy with what he said. "I want you to have whatever you want."

"I want you to be happy, Lucky! That would make me happy." He was practically growling by this point. "Something really weird is going on with you! And I want to know what it is!" Not getting anything more than a blank look at his preemptory tone, he moderated it, going for a plea when a command hadn't worked. "You know you can talk to me, right? I'm here for you, you know that. Anything you want, whatever you need, I'll do whatever I can, can't you just talk to me?"

Lucky didn't talk to him. Lucky kissed him.

His brother had done it again. He moved faster than Nikolas expected, sort of gliding over to him and pressing him against the wall. Pinning him there with his body. Sliding his hands over Nikolas' arms, his shoulders, down his sides, around his back. Nikolas tried to protest, but his body remembered what had happened the last time Lucky did something like this, and it betrayed him. It pretty well melted into Lucky's arms.

Then Lucky's tongue was in his mouth, Lucky's hands were up under his shirt then winding down into his pants, and his brain lost the battle to his body.

"This isn't right," he managed to mumble once Lucky finally let go of his lips, but his brother didn't hear him. Then he forgot how to talk as Lucky's hands began to work at his crotch. The brick of the wall was rough against his newly-bared buttocks, and he arched away from it. The move put him firmly into Lucky's grasp, and his brother took full advantage of the fact.

A little part of his mind must still have been on alert, because he was looking around frantically to make sure nobody came across them. There was no way in hell he'd be able to explain this, and he didn't relish the thought of trying. Then Lucky was closing in on him again, one hand up in his hair, one pulling on his cock, and he screamed when he came. Screamed into Lucky's mouth.

The instinct for self-preservation was working for both of them, it seemed.

Lassitude crept up his body, and he offered no resistance when Lucky turned him to face the wall. His hands came up to push his face away from the bricks, and a hand behind him began to work sticky fluid between his ass cheeks. The foray into virgin territory froze him in his tracks, but he was too relaxed from his orgasm to do much more than stand there, shaking, and try not to fall over. Closing his legs was beyond him.

He also didn't resist when Lucky moved up behind him, and the fingers that had been stretching him were replaced with something hotter and wider and longer. Lucky was gentle, and took his time, and Nikolas didn't know whether to appreciate it or hate him for it.

It would have been easier on his self-respect to hate him, so Nikolas wouldn't have to hate himself. But he couldn't. And his body certainly didn't.

Lucky pushed forward, and Nikolas caught himself before he went chin-first into the wall. The backward motion as he steadied himself pushed him further onto Lucky's cock, and the sensation made his breath catch in his chest. Then Lucky was thrusting into him, each stroke taking him up on his toes slightly, as his knees started to give out. He was hard again, and he didn't know when that had happened. He only realized it when Lucky's hand came around his hip and took hold of him.

From there, it was a fast slide into oblivion. Lucky pumped harder, holding him and within him, and very soon he was coming again, gritting his teeth to keep from yelling as he splattered semen all over the wall and Lucky's fingers. Then Lucky humped into him two, maybe three times rapidly, and he could feel the muscles inside being washed with hot spray as Lucky's orgasm hit.

They stood that way for a long moment, until Lucky softened enough to slip out of him. Nikolas felt fluid dripping down the back and inside of his thighs. Oddly, it made his sore cock jump a little. He looked down at himself in disbelief. Before his exhausted flesh could realize that it was, indeed, exhausted, he felt movement behind him.

Looking back over his shoulder, he was jolted to see Lucky's shaggy blond head below waist level. Then long fingers were pulling his cheeks apart and a tongue was rasping over the sensitive tissue, cleaning up the mess. This time he had to muffle the moan by biting the side of his hand.

He was collapsed against the building by the time Lucky finished, so enervated by the whole experience he barely felt it when his brother pulled his jeans up and tucked his shirt neatly in. Then those hands were on his shoulders again, turning him around.

"You okay?" Lucky asked him quietly, fingers busy straightening up his clothes.

Nikolas stared at him, speechless. Lucky leaned in, then, and kissed him. He opened his mouth before he thought about it, then shrugged and leaned into the kiss. It didn't taste that bad, and besides, if he was kissing Lucky, he didn't have to try to find something intelligent to say to Lucky. Since he figured he'd shot his brains out all over that wall along with his climax, any delay in trying to regain his thoughts was probably just as well.

When the kiss finally ended, Lucky stared at him for the longest time. There were emotions deep in his eyes, and Nikolas stared hard at him, trying to read them. Confusion, and contentment, and a hint of fear.

It was the fear that decided him.

"I'm okay," he lied. "Are you okay?" And will you tell me if you're not?

The confusion overtook the fear. "I'm fine. We'd better go. We need to touch base with Emily. About the blackmailer."

On that abrupt transition to Real Life as They Knew It, Lucky turned and walked back toward Kelly's. Nikolas was slow to follow. Not just because his ass was sore.

Because there was something radically wrong with his brother, and he was damned sure going to get to the bottom of it. By the time they were back at the diner, he had one good idea of the cause of the strangeness, if not the problem itself.

Helena. Lucky'd been fine until he went to see her. Then he came back and ... and ... and fucked his brother up against the wall. The same sort of thing had happened in the tunnel. Lucky'd been fine, if a little freaked out by the fact that they were hiding a dead body, until she showed up. Then he'd given Nikolas the blow job of his life, and walked away like nothing had happened.

Just like this time.

Determined to find out what was up with Lucky, and what his grandmother had to do with it, Nikolas did his best to ignore the various aches in his body and keep his eyes wide open.

Lucky stalked back toward Kelly's, wondering how in the hell he'd gotten from Helena's yacht to a back alley on the docks, and what on Earth he'd done to Nikolas to give him that shattered look. It wasn't the first time he'd been so distracted by things that he hadn't really noticed what was going on around him, but it had to stop.

It was starting to hurt Nikolas. That was the only explanation he could come up with for the way his half-brother had looked at him. And he himself was exhausted, so whatever he'd done, it had to've been something drastic. He took a deep breath and forced himself not to turn back to Nikolas and ask him what had happened.

This was his problem. He'd find a way to handle it.

Without hurting anybody else.

end of second variation

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