So, this does contain incest. Don't like, don't read. I understand this isn't everyone's cup of tea.

Also, there is a fairly large age gap; 13 years to be exact.

Ivan gripped the steering wheel of his car tightly, while holding his phone to his ear with his free hand.

"No, mum," He spoke into the phone, "I'm still about an hour away. I just got out of the airport." Ivan glared at the road with a frown. He was returning to his home country, the Czech Republic, after spending five years in America on business. After he'd gotten engaged to an American woman, he hadn't really wanted to return home, but, well...things didn't exactly turn out the way he'd hoped.

And now, here he was, going right back to the Czech Republic with no fiancée, no job, and nothing to show for the five years he'd spent in America.

"Okay, just drive safely, hun," His mother replied, before adding, "I'm glad you're coming home," in the loving tone she often used when he was a child. A small, genuine smile danced across the twenty-eight year old man's lips unconsciously. After saying their goodbyes, Ivan pressed the 'End Call' button and tossed his phone onto the passenger seat.

He was honestly surprised that his mother had taken him back in so willingly; after all, he only answered two of her calls, at most, during the five years he was away. He didn't text her, he didn't call her, he didn't email her, he didn't do anything. Though his mother was happy to have him back, his father was obviously upset with him, and he had every right to be.

Ivan wondered how his little brother was doing. He was only ten when he left for the United States; would he even remember him? What was he like now?

The drive to Ivan's hometown went by painfully slow, as to be expected. He was dreading the awkward confrontation that was soon to come once he got home. Pulling into the familiar driveway of the house he'd spent his childhood in, the man parked his car and got out. He grabbed a few of his bags from the backseat, before reluctantly heading up to the front door.

Ivan set his bags down and raised his fist to knock on the door. He heard some shuffling and an excited squeal from his mother, before the door swung open and the tall woman threw herself at him in a hug.

He staggered back slightly at the impact, but wrapped his arms around her torso. His dad stood behind her with his arms crossed over his chest and a forced smile on his face.

"Hey, mum, dad." Ivan greeted, rubbing his mother's back as she all but squeezed the life out him. After she released him from her death grip, he pulled his dad into an unbearably awkward hug. The older man returned the hug with a few unnecessarily hard pats to the back.

"Come in, come in!" Ivan's mother beckoned, once her husband let go of him. Ivan reached down and lifted his bags again. He carried them inside the house and took in the familiar surroundings. "You can put your bags in your old room. We haven't touched it since you left, apart from cleaning." Nodding, he hauled his bags up the stairs and down the hallway. Upon entering the old room, he noticed that it was, in fact, exactly as he'd left it.

Ivan dumped his bags on the bed and sighed, looking around the small room. The light green walls were still mostly hidden by posters of random things that he was once interested in. His bedspread was still Spongebob themed, though he couldn't remember why his teenage self felt the need to own something like that. The bookshelf beside the television set was still filled with a random assortment of books that he never even read; he only had them to look smart. And lastly, the drawing of his cat, Snape, that his little brother had given him still hung beside his bed.

Ivan ran his fingers through his golden brown hair and adjusted his jacket, before heading back down the stairs where his parents were in the kitchen discussing plans for dinner.

"Where's Arlo at?" The twenty-eight year old man asked, noticing his sweet little brother had yet to come greet him. Ivan's dad frowned and looked to his mother to answer.

"He's off with his girlfriend again," she sighed, with obvious disappointment showing in her cornflower-blue eyes. Something about that didn't sit well with Ivan. Sure, Arlo was fifteen now, but he still didn't like the idea of his beloved brother dating someone. Perhaps it was because he missed out on five years of his life, and just couldn't bring himself to imagine that that sweet, innocent little boy was already mature enough to be in a relationship. It made his heart clench painfully.

"When do you think he'll be back?" Ivan questioned curiously, eager to see just how much he'd grown. His mother shrugged her shoulders.

"Who knows. Sometimes he's gone for only an hour or two, other times he's gone for several days. He basically lives at that girl's house, at this point." Ivan's dad supplied gruffly. Something told Ivan that he wasn't going to like this girl very much, and he hadn't even met her yet.

"Well, in any case, what would you like for dinner, Ivan?"

***

It was around four in the morning when Ivan heard the front door open and close somewhat quietly. Light footsteps trailed up the stairs and past his closed door, until they eventually were too far away to be heard. It appeared that Arlo was home.

Ivan rolled over in bed and shut his eyes again, attempting to drift back into a dreamless sleep, but it never happened. Before he knew it, sunlight was beginning to peak through the dark green curtains that obscured his windows. Groaning, he grabbed his phone from his nightstand and unlocked the screen.

9:23 a.m.

It read across the top of the screen. Ivan rubbed his face and pushed himself out of bed. He searched through his closet full of clothes that he'd spent most of his night unpacking, and settled on a pair of loose, grey jeans and a black, long-sleeved thermal shirt, as it was a bit cold outside. Combing his fingers through his hair, he shoved he phone into his pocket and headed down the stairs.

Ivan's dad was in the kitchen making breakfast while his mother set the table.

"G'morning," Ivan uttered tiredly, plopping down at the table. He scanned the area for Arlo subtly, but when he didn't find him, he assumed he was still sleeping or something. If he were to be completely honest, he was nervous as hell to see Arlo after so long. He had no idea what to expect.

"Morning, hun. Did you sleep okay? You look a bit pale." The blue-eyed woman pointed out, lightly pressing her fingers to his cheek, just below his eye. "You also have bags under your eyes."

"The jet lag got to me last night, I suppose." Ivan replied with a tired smile. "I'll be fine once I get used to the different timezones."

She nodded her head and went back to setting the table. A few moments later, a skinny boy with dyed, bright, violet colored hair styled in something like a mohawk, came down the stairs, rubbing his neck with a grimace on his pale face, and his dark eyebrows pulled together.

"Morning, Arlo." The older woman said with a fake smile as she watched her youngest son make a pathetic attempt to hide the hickeys on his neck. Meanwhile, Ivan watched the boy in awe. That was not his Arlo. No way.

Arlo seemed to take notice of Ivan and narrowed his teal eyes, "Finally decided to come home, eh, brother?" He spat, tilting his head down ever so slightly, as if to intimidate him. It didn't work so much; it was kind of like an edgy mouse trying to intimidate a lion. Even though Arlo had changed drastically, he was still adorably small compared to Ivan; standing at about 5'8, whereas Ivan stood at 6'4. The fact that he was so much smaller than him immediately took away any hope of him ever being intimidated by the violet-haired boy.

"I meant to come home sooner, I really did, but--" Ivan went to justify his absence, but it only seemed to piss Arlo off even more.

"Bullshit!" He snarled, "You only came back because you found out that whore you were going to marry was cheating on you with your boss," Arlo spun around and stomped right back up the stairs, "Oh, and your cat died, by the way. But you wouldn't know that because you couldn't even be bothered to answer the fucking phone, you pathetic piece of shit!" He yelled from upstairs, before slamming his bedroom door shut.

That was not the same Arlo. His Arlo would never say such harsh things, but...at the same time, Ivan didn't really blame him. He had basically abandoned his family, after all. There was nothing he could say or do that would fix that, and he couldn't justify his actions either. Arlo was right; he is a pathetic piece of shit.

Ivan's mum sighed and placed her hand on his head, lightly stroking the golden brown locks, "Try not to take everything he says to heart. Though I agree that you should have at least called every now and then, Arlo has a harsh way of saying things, and he shouldn't have called you that."

Ivan didn't say anything, out of fear that his voice would break. A knot had formed in his throat and his eyes stung with tears that threatened to spill, so he kept his head down in hopes his mother wouldn't notice. About ten minutes passed, and Arlo came down the stairs again with a backpack.

"I'm going back to Stine's house." Arlo muttered coldly, but before he could get out the door, Arlo and Ivan's dad had grabbed him by the back of his collar and yanked him back.

"No the hell you aren't," The older man growled, picking the skinny boy up with ease and forcing him into the seat across from Ivan, "You are going to sit right here and eat breakfast with us. Then, you are going to spend the day with Ivan, and if you refuse to do so, I will tell Stine's parents that you took her virginity and they'll make sure you never speak to her again. Do you understand?" He grabbed Arlo's cheeks roughly, forcing him to look at him.

Arlo scowled, but agreed nonetheless. "Good," said the older man, and he went back to making breakfast.

Arlo glared at Ivan the entire time while they ate breakfast. He ate his food only because he knew their dad wouldn't let him leave the table until he did, while Ivan basically inhaled his food hungrily. He did his best to ignore the death looks his younger brother was giving him, and waited somewhat impatiently for their parents to finish eating.

"Why don't you two go play video games or watch a movie?" Their mother suggested, noticing the deadly aura surrounding Arlo. Ivan glanced at the seething Arlo, and nodded his head. He needed to make things right with his brother, or try to, at least.

Ivan grabbed his plate and his younger brother's plate, and took them into the kitchen. After quickly washing both of them, he returned to the table where their dad was arguing with Arlo.

Arlo groaned and stood up, making his way up the stairs angrily. Ivan followed the violet haired teen to his room, and stood awkwardly in the doorway as he flopped down on his messy bed.

"Well? Come in and pick out a movie or something." He grumbled. Ivan sighed and walked over to his TV, switching it on and turning on the Playstation as well. Grabbing the controller, he went into Netflix and browsed through the movies.

"Anything in particular you want to watch?" Ivan asked his little brother, receiving a 'whatever' in return. He eventually settled on a random comedy and moved to sit on Arlo's bed beside him. Arlo just rolled over to the very edge of his bed and onto his side, facing away from the older man.

"Listen, Arlo..." Ivan began pathetically, "I should have called, I know, and I'm sorry. I guess I just thought that--"

"Just shut up already, would you? I don't want to hear your excuses." Arlo muttered, covering his face with the navy blue blankets. Ivan sighed and fell silent. As he watched the movie, he occasionally glanced down at his brother. His black hoodie had slid up a little to reveal his flat, slightly toned stomach and his light blue skinny jeans hung low on his bony hips.

Ivan gulped and averted his eyes. He didn't understand why he wanted to see more of Arlo's body. Was it because this Arlo was so much different than the Arlo he knew five years ago, and he just couldn't even process the fact that this was actually his brother? He still looked about the same, just taller, more mature, and has purple hair. Ivan's eyes trailed to the hickeys that peaked out from under the blanket still covering his face. His eyes hardened and he clenched his fists.

How dare that girl take his little brother's innocence? Or, had he lost it before he even started dating that 'Stine' girl? Either way, Ivan was going to hunt her down and quite possibly murder her.

The twenty-eight year old glared at the TV, grinding his teeth together.

By the time the movie was over, Ivan realized that Arlo had fallen asleep; quiet snores emitted from his parted lips. The blanket had fallen off of his face, and the older man took the opportunity to just stare at him. He looked so much like he did five years ago when he slept, his cheeks tinted a light pink and a tiny bit of drool leaking out of the corner of his lips.

'So cute...' Ivan thought. He carefully hooked his arms around the boy and pulled him up to rest his head on the pillow. Standing up from the bed, he covered Arlo up and went to turn off the TV and Playstation. He debated on whether he should leave Arlo to sleep, or lay with him. As much as he knew the teen would bitch at him, he couldn't bring himself to leave.

Ivan went against his better judgment and slipped into the bed beside the skinny boy, wrapping his arms around him. He looked down at his brother and wiped the drool from his chin with his thumb, smiling slightly. His thumb lightly traced Arlo's bottom lip, feeling the soft, pink skin. Leaning down, he brushed his lips against his softly.

'Shit!" Ivan yanked his head back, 'What the hell am I doing?!'

Ivan inhaled sharply, his face heating up. Why the fuck did he just do that? But god, his lips were so warm and soft...

'Stop!' The brunette mentally scolded himself. He took a deep breath and shut his eyes tightly. He just needed to rest, and then he'd go back to normal.

***

Ivan didn't go back to normal after that nap like he'd hoped. He had a rather...arousing dream about Arlo, and luckily, woke up before his younger brother so he could take care of his boner without him knowing about it. It only got worse from that point on.

Whenever Ivan would go near him, he felt an overwhelming urge to attack him with his lips, or do...other things. Every time Arlo said something mean, it felt like he was receiving open-heart surgery from a four year old, while still being awake. And then, worst of all, was Arlo's girlfriend.

A pretty little Norwegian girl named Stine. She was two years younger than Arlo, 13, and refused to keep her hands off of him. She'd sometimes come over for dinner, and would rub his crotch under the table, as if no one could see what she was doing. Ivan hated her so fucking much, and he was sure the parents did, too.

One particular night when she came over, they kept Ivan up all night with her obnoxious moans and the bed creaking. At some point, he remembered thinking to himself, 'I would be better for him, not her. I could make him moan louder.' And then he slapped himself.

That was about a month ago. Ivan had reached his limit. He couldn't take listening to Arlo and Stine at night, and so he got a job at the local pub and rented out a hotel room. Besides, he needed to get away from Arlo for a awhile--Stine, or no Stine--he was afraid he was going to let slip his sudden feelings for his little brother if he didn't. Maybe the time away from him would allow Ivan to get over this, whatever this is.

But, unfortunately, it didn't seem to work. A few days after he'd gotten the hotel room, the parents apparently sent Arlo to come check on him.

And now, here they were, sitting in an awkward silence; Arlo sat on the bed and Ivan sat on the chair.

"Uh, do you want anything to drink...?" Ivan asked. He was honestly unsure of why Arlo was even still here. Was he trying to torture him or something? The teen shook his head, looking down at his hands balled up on his lap. "Arlo, you okay?"

"I broke up with Stine." He muttered, still not looking at Ivan. The older man should have felt bad for his little brother, but he just couldn't bring himself to feel anything but happy. Sure, it's not like he'd ever be able to be with him, but at least, for the time being, he didn't have to think about him being with someone that's no good for him.

"Why?" Ivan asked curiously, feigning sympathy, "Did something happen?" Arlo sighed and dropped his head in his hands.

"I just..." The teen began, struggling for words, "It didn't feel right...anymore..." Tangling his fingers in his violet hair, he didn't seem to have it in him to snap at his older brother like he normally did. Though, he didn't seem quite sad; emotionally drained, if anything.

Ivan momentarily hesitated, before he moved to sit by Arlo. He wrapped his arm around the teen's shoulders and pulled him against his side in an awkward side hug, hoping to maybe comfort him. Or just have an excuse to hold him; he didn't even know what his intentions were anymore.

Arlo tensed up at first, and almost seemed as if he were going to pull away, but eventually relaxed and actually leaned into the larger man. Ivan's heart was pounding in his chest, and he really hoped Arlo couldn't hear it. Why did his body have to react this way towards Arlo, of all people? The fact that they were both guys wasn't an issue; Ivan didn't care so much about gender. The age gap was a bit more troublesome, however, and the fact that he was a minor while Ivan was almost thirty also added on to the problems with this situation. But, to top it all off, Arlo was his brother. It'd be one thing if they were stepbrothers or one of them was adopted, but no. They were related by blood. They came out of the same vagina. Out of the roughly seven billion people on earth, why the hell did he have to want his own brother?! Did the termination of his engagement really mess him up that much?

"Ivan," Arlo mumbled, surprisingly in a not so bitter tone. Ivan hummed softly, indicating that he'd heard. "I, uh...I missed you...when you were in America." He said awkwardly, slightly scrunching his nose up as if such words were foreign to him.

Ivan's heart clenched painfully in his chest, "I missed you too, Arlo. I should have kept in contact, I'm sorry." The older man twisted around and pulled the slender teen into an actual hug. If he had kept in contact all those years, would he still have developed these weird feelings towards Arlo, or was it inevitable either way?

The two brothers drifted into a comfortable silence, though Arlo seemed a bit tense from the close proximity. Ivan could feel his heart beat, beating a bit faster than normal, but not nearly as fast as his own. Was it possible that Arlo could possibly share these feelings? Or is it that he's just nervous about being so close to someone? Probably the latter, but why would he be nervous about being around him? Unless...maybe he already knows about Ivan's feelings and he's scared that he might jump him? Unlikely, but possible. Fuck, this was stressing Ivan out...

A part of Ivan just wanted to confess and get it off his chest already, but then a part of him was terrified that Arlo would react badly and never want to speak to him again. But, there was the possibility that the teen could reciprocate his feelings, however, the chances of that were quite low. Should he take the risk?

"Arlo, can I ask you something?" Ivan asked. Oh great flaming balls of Satan...

"What?" Arlo mumbled against Ivan's chest. Luckily, his eyes were closed so he couldn't see the dark blush on the older man's face, but this was still nerve-wracking as hell.

"Would you ever date a guy?" 'Would you ever date me?' Is what he would've preferred to say, but there was still that fear that Arlo would respond horribly. So, he decided to take this slowly and think out each question before he asked it.

"That was random," Arlo chuckled humorlessly, "But, yeah, I suppose. If I liked someone enough to willingly date them, I don't see how gender would matter at that point." Well, that was a relief. At least Ivan didn't have to worry about them both being guys being a problem.

"What if you liked someone that was much older than you? Would you still date them?" Ivan bit his lip. Arlo finally opened his eyes and looked at the older man strangely.

"Where are you going with this?" He questioned suspiciously, narrowing his eyes slightly. Ivan gulped. Did he figure him out already? The older man took a deep breath and looked his brother in the eyes, admiring the beautiful shade of deep blue-green. He was going to tell him. He needed to, or else, he'd surely go insane. Ivan never was good at keeping secrets.

"Would you date me...?" Ivan regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. Not only did he word it in the lamest way possible, but he also had second thoughts on telling him and decidedly didn't want to risk it. But, his secret was out now. All that was left was to wait for Arlo to freak out, call him a pervert, and run away.

As Ivan watched the uncertainty cross his little brother's face, he could feel his heart beating faster and his gut clenching nervously. He was about to apologize when Arlo hadn't answered after what felt like hours, but Arlo surprised him.

The violet haired boy looked down and bit his lip. "Yes..." He said quietly; so quietly that Ivan almost didn't hear him. Arlo's cheeks turned red, while Ivan just gaped at him.

"Are you serious?" Ivan breathed out, unsure if he'd actually heard that right. Arlo sighed, still blushing, and hesitantly wrapped his arms around the older man's broad shoulder. His teal eyes met with Ivan's pale blue ones.

"I wouldn't have said yes if I wasn't, shithead." Arlo muttered with a shy smile creeping onto his light pink lips. Ivan could feel a smile pulling at his own lips. He gently moved the teen onto his lap and locked his arms around his slender waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. "How long...?" Arlo asked softly.

"Since I came back," Ivan replied, his voice sounding slightly muffled. The younger brother froze momentarily.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Arlo murmured. Ivan kissed the teen's neck lightly, causing his breath to hitch.

"You were with Stine, and not to mention, we're brothers. It's not exactly normal to want your brother. I was scared you were going to reject me." The older man explained, placing another soft kiss on his neck.

"Well, I'm not going to lie, I still think it's really weird...but ever since you got back, I've been feeling...strange." Arlo said, scrunching his nose up in the cute way he did when he was uncertain about something. Ivan remembered him doing this as a child, too. The older man gently pushed him onto the bed and hovered over him.

"Strange how?" He asked with a small smirk as Arlo blushed and looked away, covering his face with his hand.

"Uh...when Stine and I fucked, I couldn't stop imagining her as you..." The teen said, his blush darkening as he squeezed his eyes shut out of embarrassment. Ivan felt his own cheeks grow warm, and his heart was beating wildly. Arlo had actually imagined him during sex with someone else...Holy shit.

"Arlo." Ivan said, pushing the teen's hand away from his face. Arlo opened his eyes slowly and turned his head to connect eyes with the older man. He placed his hand on the boy's cheek and guided his lips to his. Their lips met in a slow, experimental kiss, that quickly became heated. Ivan slipped his hands under Arlo's black hoodie and pushed it up, exposing his slightly toned stomach and pink nipples as his tongue pushed past his slightly parted lips and into his warm mouth. The teen grasped the back of his shirt, trying to keep up with the kiss.

Ivan broke the kiss to pull his brother's hoodie off completely before quickly connecting their lips again. He moaned softly as he felt one of Arlo's hands trail down and rub his member through his sweatpants. The teen smirked against his lips at the moan he'd elicited from his older brother, continuing to rub his growing erection. Eventually, Ivan couldn't take it any longer. He hastily stripped himself from his clothes, and then proceeded to slide Arlo's ripped skinny jeans down his slender legs, followed by his boxers. The older man took his brother's member into his mouth and hollowed his cheeks, bobbing his head roughly.

"Fu...hn..." Arlo moaned, his nails digging into the back of Ivan's scalp as he tangled his long fingers into his golden brown hair. The older man swirled his tongue around the tip, lapping up his oddly sweet pre-cum. The teen attempted to buck his hips up, but the older man held them down.

Arlo's erection twitched in Ivan's mouth and his back arched off the bed as he came with a broken moan. Ivan swallowed his hot juices, and smirked at the embarrassed teen. "That was fast." He chuckled, moving back up to press a kiss against the tip of his nose.

"Sh-shut up, asstoe..." Arlo panted, glaring at his older brother. Ivan smiled down at him with a loving look in his eyes; one that was so intense that Arlo's heart skipped a beat.

"I love you, Arlo." Ivan whispered, pressing his lips against the violet haired teen's own. He moved his hands down to grope his ass, eliciting a small moan from the owner of said ass. His left hand moved slightly so he could slip his index finger into Arlo's warm hole. The teen yelped in surprise, breaking the kiss to bury his face into the crook of his brother's neck. His arms tightened around the older man's shoulders and he exhaled harshly. Adding another finger, Ivan stretched the violet haired boy out, preparing him for what was to come.

"Gah...Ivan," Arlo groaned. Another digit slid into him and he curled his toes from the uncomfortable pressure. Ivan thrust his fingers in and out of the Czech boy, making sure that he was well prepared.

The older man removed his fingers and raised his hand to his mouth. He spat on it and wrapped it around his half-hard dick, lubricating the shaft with his saliva. When he finished, Ivan grasped Arlo's thigh and lifted it slightly. Lining his erection up with the younger's ass, their eyes met and the brunette blushed lightly. He could hardly believe this was happening. So many times, he'd dreamed of this, and now it was actually happening. He was legit about to fuck his little brother.

'This is so wrong...' Ivan thought as he connected their lips. '...but I don't give a rat's ass.' He slowly pushed his dick into Arlo, just barely getting the head in when he felt Arlo's lips tremble against his. The older man intertwined their fingers, and rubbed circles into his hand with his thumb. He waited a moment before sliding the rest of the way in.

"Owie!" Arlo whimpered, disconnecting their lips. Ivan raised an eyebrow and looked down at his brother in amusement. Did he really just say 'owie'? Arlo looked as if he realized his childish choice of words, and his expression almost immediately shifted to one in which he looked as if he wanted to bash his face into a concrete wall. "Don't say...a fucking th-thing..." He groaned.

Ivan released a breathy snicker and bit the teen's collarbone. Fuck, the hot tightness of Arlo's insides alone was almost enough to make him cum. He'd never actually been with another guy, but if it felt this good with every guy, he probably would've turned gay a long time ago. This was so much different from being inside a woman, or that's what he thought, at least.

Arlo managed to utter the word, "Move," whilst trying to awkwardly push his hips up. Ivan moaned as the tiny movement caused his member to press slightly deeper. Moving both of his hands down to grasp Arlo's thighs, he pulled out and thrust back in, hard, causing the teen to release a short cry. He repeated the actions, gaining speed with each thrust. Lifting one of Arlo's legs onto his shoulder, he pounded into the violet-haired boy, drawing strings of broken moans and whimpers from his lips.

Ivan leaned down to kiss the teen passionately. For the time being, Arlo was not his brother. No, the brunette refused to consider him as such while he was doing such lewd acts with him. For the time being, Arlo was his lover. And Ivan honestly hoped that he could remain his lover forever.

Ivan's member brushed against Arlo's prostate, causing the boy to make a strange noise and dig his nails into his back. A smirk found it's way onto the man's face and he made sure to aim for that spot from that point on. Ramming his dick into the teen's prostate repeatedly, he could tell by the look on the younger's face that he was close. Ivan was sure his expression mirrored Arlo's, as the familiar sensation he got just before reaching his climax surged through his lower half, making his legs feel like wet noodles under the intense pressure.

"Hng...Ivan...I- cu...!" Arlo's eyes screwed shut and his body stiffened. The white substance shot from his member, covering their stomachs. Ivan came not long after, and holy fucking giraffe balls, he'd never came as hard in his entire life as he did at that moment. He nearly squeezed the life out of the teen as he climaxed, filling him with his dickspit. His legs could hardly support his weight as he rode out their highs, and after he was done, he pulled out and collapsed beside Arlo.

The lovers panted heavily, their breath intermingling as they stared into each other's eyes. Ivan smiled and pushed the thick strip of longer violet hair away from Arlo's sweaty face.

"I...I love you, too, Ivan."

But then a desert hobo came and told me,
We all got Chicken-Duck-Woman thing,
Waiting for us. (I love you if you know where this is from)

((Sean's going to kill me when he reads this. Oh weeeeeeell))

So, what can I do to make these better in the future?

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