Variations on a Corpse 5 (Hospital), a General Hospital vignette by Sue Castle. Rated NC17, no copyright infringement intended, just a little outing for the brothers.

It hadn't been as hard to tell Nikolas as he'd expected, even if Lucky hadn't expected to confirm their suspicions about Faison in the middle of General Hospital. But Elizabeth went to call her grandmother, and Nikolas was looking at him, smiling with his eyes more than his mouth, and Lucky knew he had two choices. He could tell Nikolas what he'd confirmed, with Elizabeth's help, at the docks, and distract them both with words. Or he could shock every person on the floor by grabbing Nikolas, ripping off his clothes and fucking him unconscious.

He stuck with talk. It was safer. Besides, he hadn't had a chance to explain Nikolas to Elizabeth. Wasn't sure he ever would. Or could.

"You okay?" Nikolas moved closer, until Lucky was baking in the heat he gave off. It felt so good. He took a deep breath.

"Yeah. You were right. It was Faison. He messed with my head. Some kind of hypnosis."

Warm fingers brushed his shoulder, and he felt the touch through his jacket all the way down to his bones.

Then Elizabeth was back, with news that Audrey was injured, and he didn't have time for another touch, no matter how much he needed one. Just another look, and the promise that Nikolas would watch over him while Elizabeth was gone. Take care of him.

He was looking forward to it.

Not that they had much time to themselves in the next couple days. His dad's trial took care of that. He wanted to reach out and hug Nikolas, right there in the corridor outside the courtroom. There was so much pain in his eyes, in his voice, as he talked about not getting the chance to say the important things to Stefan. Not getting the chance that Lucky had. How much he'd've liked that chance. So Lucky went to see his dad.

For Nikolas.

The acquittal was a relief, but not nearly as important as the need to stand beside Nikolas. To keep Nikolas standing beside him.

Helena was trembling with rage by the time she left her impudent pup of a grandson. How dare he address her in such a way? He was the heir, and she loved him dearly, but she would not allow such disrespect. He would come to his senses, and when he did, he would apologize. But his future repentance was not her first priority.

Finding out just what he knew of her plans for Lucky Spencer was.

It was child's play to use her access to determine that young Lucky had kept an appointment to see Doctor Kevin Collins at the precise moment when Nikolas was throwing his temper tantrum at her. That was not a reassuring sign. The fact that Nikolas, and no doubt Lucky as well, knew of the programming, meant that it was only a matter of time before the entirety of her plan was revealed. Doctor Collins might have some black marks on his reputation, but he was a skilled and highly effective psychologist. If too much became known, if he probed too deeply into Lucky's memories, then Natasha might end up being correct in her prediction that she, Helena, would be charged in her son's murder.

It was simply not to be borne.

She slipped into Doctor Jones' office and made three telephone calls. Within an hour, two vans bearing the logo of the Port Charles Electricity Company on the side were dispatched to two disparate neighborhoods. Two devices were installed, two signals were activated, and her secondary plan for maintaining her power base was in place.

She had come too far, and sacrificed too much, to allow two children to stymie her.

He felt healthier, more in control, than he had since Emily had first discovered there was something wrong with his head. Lucky tossed his jacket over the back of the chair and wandered over to the window, staring out at nothing, thoughts full of the events of the last few days.

Emily was safe. Elizabeth was safe. Jason was gone, or soon would be, he hoped. His dad was free. Nikolas was protecting him from Helena, and Dr. Collins was going to help him get his memories back. Life was getting good again. If only his mom would return his calls.

As if reading his mind, the telephone rang. He snatched it up, more worried than he cared to admit about the unusual silence from his mom ever since she'd discovered his dad'd had an affair with Felicia Scorpio. No damned wonder the police commissioner hated Luke. Mac had his reasons.

"Mom?" he asked eagerly.

"Protect your Queen, Lucky," answered the ice-cold voice of Helena Cassadine. He froze.

Part of his mind fought like a cornered animal, trying to escape her spell. It was too little. Too late.

She gave him his instructions. He told her yes. Then he hung up the telephone, picked up his jacket, and walked back out the door.

Kevin wondered if the day was ever going to end. His wife was off tending to one of her friends' current nervous breakdown, and wouldn't be back for the next two nights. For an instant he actually missed Lucy's constant chatter, much less Eve's entertaining bubbling. At this point, he even missed Sigmund the Duck. The house was so very quiet when he was alone in it.

Thoughts of old lovers surfaced again when he picked up the newspaper. Felicia had managed to save Luke Spencer's life, and he was grateful for that, but the cost had to have been dear. His hand was actually reaching for the 'phone to call Mac when he had second thoughts. After the last time, Mac had made it clear. It was over. He was with Felicia now. Kevin wondered if that was still the case. He hoped, for his friend's sake, for the sake of both his friends, it was still true.

A solitary dinner, two hours of leafing half-heartedly through professional journals, and twenty minutes of local news later, he switched to CNN long enough to hear the headlines and went to bed. The battles at the hospital and on the home front had taken their toll, and soon he was deeply asleep.

An indeterminate amount of time later he woke to cold steel holding his wrists above his head, the night air on his naked body, and a warm mouth sucking him to hardness. Hands roved over his chest and torso, leaving fire in their wake. Caught between sleep and awareness, he was thrown into the past, precipitated by the events of the present.

"Mac?" he whispered, the name catching and distorting in his throat as a knowing mouth swallowed him down to the base, and equally knowing hands reached below him to play between his buttocks. In the dim light, with his contacts out, he couldn't make out more than a blurry outline, but the broad shoulders, strong hands, and determined mouth couldn't have belonged to anyone else.

He didn't have many other male lovers. None that would be desperate for comfort, and certainly none that owned hand cuffs and weren't afraid to use them. It was typical Mac Scorpio behavior, really. It didn't surprise Kevin that Mac, distraught from the perceived betrayal by Felicia and needing to affirm control over at least one lover, would show up.

With hand cuffs.

Abandoning his attempts to form understandable words, he gave himself up to the experienced love-play that was rapidly turning his mind to mush. His legs were lifted and separated, and that ravenous mouth was everywhere, along his perineum, playing with his testicles, leaving sucking bruises on the tender skin of his inner thighs. He was moaning, then shouting, then whimpering as he came and was tenderly cleaned.

Exhausted, both by the unexpected visit and the mind-melting sex, he drifted back into sleep, barely aware as capable hands unlocked the cuffs, gently tucking his wrists down on top the sheet. Fingers brushed the hair back from his face, and he lifted his mouth to meet the one that covered it, tongues sharing tastes. The kiss felt ... strange, somehow, but he was too tired to think about it, and didn't bother opening his eyes.

They'd talk about it in the morning. Unless Mac didn't want to talk, in which case they'd pretend it hadn't happened. Just like last time.

Vaguely saddened by the thought, he slipped into sleep, and dreamt of empty arms and icy waters for the rest of the night.

It was after midnight before Nikolas dropped Gia off at home and headed toward the docks. The night was cold, foreshadowing a difficult winter. Suddenly the thought of Windemere, isolated on the island, no one on the premises but himself, the servants, and his grandmother, was repugnant to him. He was used to these strange moments of feeling as if he owned the world and had nowhere in the world to go at the same time.

They never got any easier.

He'd never been able to go to his grandmother. He used to be able to go to his Uncle Stefan. Who was now dead. No doubt by his grandmother's command, if not literally by her hand. He couldn't go to his mother; while he'd been relieved for Lucky's sake that Luke had been acquitted, the acquittal had been bought at a high price for Laura, and Nikolas didn't feel his loneliness was sufficient excuse to impose on her grief. Alexis was off on an island somewhere with Ned, not that she was particularly sympathetic even when she attempted to be. She was too pragmatic to be a good confidant.

Which left Lucky.

He'd turned the engine off and was halfway up the back stairs of Lucky's building before he even realized he'd made the decision to seek out his half brother. They had a strange relationship, but it held more love than any other connection he'd ever had with anyone. A small voice in the back of his mind wondered if Helena and Faison's manipulation of Lucky's mind had led to he and Lucky becoming intimate, but he dismissed it. Helena thought he wanted Elizabeth.

She had no idea who he really wanted.

Pausing outside the door to Lucky's room, he raised his hand to knock. Then he lowered it again, pulled out his key and let himself in. Lucky lay in bed, the moonlight coming through the opened curtains at the single window painting him in shadows of silver and blue.

Nikolas locked the door behind himself and began to shed clothing. By the time he walked across the room to the bed he was nude, as bare as Lucky under the sheet. He settled on the edge of the bed and ghosted his hand over Lucky's hair, down his cheek, along his throat and collar bone and breast bone. He could see in the low light that Lucky's mouth was slightly swollen, and he pictured his brother kissing Elizabeth good-bye at the airport. The mental image fueled his arousal.

Lucky loved Elizabeth. But he also loved Nikolas. And what the Cassadine prince had claimed, he would not relinquish. She would take what she was given. He would be given all he could take.

Running his hands up Lucky's arms until they encircled his wrists, he leaned over and kissed his brother deeply. Lucky came awake under him, jolting and trying to buck him off at first. He rode the rebellion easily. As he became more aware, Lucky realized who was kissing him, and fight became invitation in the space of a breath.

Nikolas controlled the pace of their lovemaking, scattering kisses and nibbles all over Lucky's chest, biting at his nipples until they were red and pointed and Lucky was thrusting up against him. He followed the faint trail of golden brown hair from navel to pubic bush, nuzzling and licking along the way. By the time he gave into Lucky's broken pleas and took the straining erection in his mouth, it took very little effort to bring Lucky to climax. He felt the balls in his palm draw up and, with a final suck at the leaking head, pulled back and replaced his mouth with his hand.

Lucky was beautiful in orgasm. His eyes were clenched tightly shut, sweat sliding in gleaming stripes along his temples, darkening his hair. His hands clenched in the sheets until his knuckles turned white, and every muscle in his chest and arms was clearly defined. The tendons in his throat stood out under the flushed skin, and his lips were drawn back from his teeth in a nearly soundless snarl.

It was inspiring. With more need than care, Nikolas slid his semen-coated fingers into Lucky, loosening muscles still spasming from the fading results of his climax. He shifted against the wide-flung thighs and used his fingers to spread Lucky open, sliding into him in one unstoppable movement. Even relaxed, it was tight, and Lucky moaned as he adjusted to Nikolas' bulk.

"Sorry," Nikolas ground out, then added belatedly, "Okay?"

"Fuck, yes!" Lucky yelped. Nikolas grinned in spite of himself, and pumped experimentally.

"Don't you mean, yes, fuck?" he asked mischievously, then thrust harder as Lucky tried to answer, rendering the answer incomprehensible. "I'll take that as a yes."

He took his time, too, once he was seated, slowing his rhythm until Lucky began to rouse again. Bunching the covers up beneath Lucky's ass, Nikolas lifted his brother's knees up to his own shoulders and pushed in as deeply as he could. Lucky was moaning continuously, fractured exhortations to do it, now, yes, harder, please, God, Nikolas, love you.

The last words inspired him to take his time. Made him lower his head to drop kisses along the inside of Lucky's knees. Made him bend over, buried as far as he could go, and kiss Lucky's mouth for long moments. Wet, exploratory, wide-mouthed kisses that reached from teeth and tongue all the way down to his heart.

When all the love and need in the world couldn't stop the course of nature any longer, Nikolas arched up and put his back into it, fucking Lucky as strongly as he could. Lucky reached up behind his head and grabbed the headboard, meeting each thrust as forcefully as it was given. Nikolas dropped one hand to Lucky's erection and the other to his chest, feeling his heart beat, feeling him spasm under his hand and around his own cock.

He froze for an instant, caught in a sensory feedback loop, Lucky's slick heat in his hand, heart thudding under his other hand, moans in his ears, impossible tightness rippling around his cock. Then he tensed as well, hips whipping back and in, three times, four, as he came hard.

Nikolas barely had the strength to roll to the side as his arms gave out. Lucky shifted with him, easing the way as gravity pulled Nikolas from his body. Then Nikolas gathered his brother up in his arms and kissed him, over and over again. When their breathing calmed to normal and sleep approached, he settled Lucky's head against his chest and ran his fingers through the sweaty, mussed blond hair.

"How could Helena think that hurting you would ever make me happy? How could she think that giving me Elizabeth would make me happy when it's you I want?"

Lucky didn't answer him in words, just turned his head and pressed a kiss to the hollow at the center of his collarbone. He dropped an answering kiss against the crown of Lucky's head, and closed his eyes to get some sleep, knowing the questions were unanswerable, content to know that it didn't really matter.

Shortly before dawn, he awoke. Lucky was curled up against his side, head butted into his rib cage, one hand draped loosely over his stomach. Nikolas grinned down at him affectionately, then glanced at his watch. Nearly seven. He was supposed to be at L & B by eight, had to take a meeting for Ned, who was off proposing to Alexis. Not wanting to wake Lucky, he dropped the lightest of kisses on his mouth and carefully extracted himself from the wreckage of the bed.

Slipping on the previous night's clothes, thankful not for the first time that L & B had shower facilities, he ran his hand over his hair and shrugged. Spikes would have to work. He glanced over at Lucky, still dead to the world, and smiled.

A few things in life he could depend on. His brother, and his brother's love, would always be top of the list.

Shutting the door silently behind him, he went off to face whatever the day would bring. He felt fantastic. Up for anything. Ready to slay dragons. Ready to conquer the world.

Helena dismissed the courier and waited until Andreas had left the cabin before opening the package. She inserted the first videotape into the player and settled back to watch. Very shortly, her patience and her planning were rewarded. She smiled at the sight of Lucky Spencer and the respected Doctor Collins in the midst of sexual bondage games.

"We'll see how much use you'll be to young Master Spencer now, Doctor Collins. How very unethical of you, indulging in a sexual relationship with a patient. Not unexpected, after what apparently happened with Livvie, regardless of the outcome of the hearing. It would seem that a pattern emerges, and it's not a very professional one for such an eminent psychologist!"

She was still chuckling quietly to herself when she ejected the first tape and inserted the second. She wasn't expecting much from the surveillance of the Spencer boy's room, but she had to be certain he was still responding to her programming and wouldn't remember that he had been ordered to seduce his doctor.

The spectacle of her grandson having intercourse with his half brother startled her into absolute immobility. Her eyes widened as she watched the exhibition of stamina and sexual enthusiasm on the screen. One hand crept to her throat, where a flush was spreading. Her mouth stretched into a vicious half-smile.

"My," she whispered to the images writhing on the screen. "How ... handsome you both look."

She watched through to the end, breathing deeply to calm herself, listening intently to Nikolas' words as he lay entwined with his half brother on the crumpled sheets. One hand reached out toward the screen, and she gently touched the image of her beloved grandson's face.

"You will submit to my wishes, Nikolas. Or you will be destroyed, and your brother along with you. I love you, but I will not allow you to threaten me. Now, you have given me the leverage to ensure that you never will again."

end fifth variation

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