Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2011 19:30:24 -0400
From: mpseagle16@gmail.com
Subject: "The Boys of Waverly Place" (ch 1)

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other things; incest and homosexuality, but you knew that because you're on
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I also in no way am attempting to imply the sexuality of any of the
characters in Disney's `Wizards of Waverly Place' nor am I trying to imply
the sexuality of any of the actors portraying them. One can only dream.

Furthermore, this is my very first submission ever. I would appreciate any
kind of feedback. If you love it, cool! If you hate it, I don't f'ing care.

Finally, the subject matter herein will eventually, that is not so say
within this first chapter, contain explicit and graphic sexual content
between a consenting minor and a legal adult. I know, the good stuff you
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Otherwise, enjoy...



The Boys of Waverly Place

Ch. 1



The tires crunched over bits of gravel as Justin Russo pulled his red
corvette into the driveway of his family's large three story apartment. He
was about to shift his engine into park when his younger brother Max
propelled himself out of the car jumping over the front passenger door.
Justin angrily jerked the car to a halt and yelled out after his brother's
retreating form.

"You could at least wait until I stop the car!"

Max responded by throwing a solitary middle finger over his back in Justin's
direction as he walked in through the side door of the house.

*What the fuck! *

* *

Justin shook his head in morbid curiosity as he got out of his car, slamming
the door more forcefully than necessary. Max was only two years younger than
him, 16, but sometimes he could really act like a little kid.

*Sometimes? *

* *

Okay, Justin acknowledged, Max had really been acting out of character
lately. Justin figured it must have something to do with either school,
girls, or hormones. Max had only started high school a year ago, and now
that Max was a sophomore Justin knew how difficult things could get. But Max
was extremely popular amongst all of the kids in his year. Especially the
girls. There always seemed to be a new gaggle of girls at the Russo house
every other week. Understandably so as Max was extraordinarily cute with his
shaggy sun kissed chestnut brown hair, and his lithe albeit toned form,
smooth tanned skin, and curious hazel eyes.

That took care of the school and girls theory. Justin mentally ticked off
the two items as he walked in through the garage. That only left hormones.
Justin cringed. He remembered how difficult it had been after he had gone
through puberty and had to start getting adjusted to the surges of
testosterone that began flowing through his body. Oh wait... no he didn't.
Even during and after puberty Justin had always remained in control and
never gave his parents or teachers any trouble at all. He had never acted
out on his emotions even once. No, he kept all of his demons on the inside...

*That's not the point here!*

Justin slapped himself, leaving a stinging sensation on the side of his
face, as cloudy mental images that would normally cause him to shudder in
embarrassment began to fade back into distant memory, buried back within his
inner psyche.

Obviously there was something tearing up Max's soul, as he had been
seriously acting out lately. He had been picking fights with Justin almost
daily, and while Max didn't seems to be showing any discord toward their
sister Alex, the middle child, or their parents, Justin was sure Mr. and
Mrs. Russo would be very pissed off if they knew that their baby boy had
received a second detention for starting another altercation with Justin in
the school halls. The eldest of the Russo children hadn't mentioned anything
to their parents because he felt that punishment was one of the last things
that Max needed right now.

*But what did he need?*

* *

Justin tossed his back pack onto the long veneer counter top next to the
cash register in the back of the dinner that his parents owned on the bottom
floor of their apartment. He flopped onto one of the swiveling red varnished
bar stools in front of the register, threw his elbows up on the bar, and
plopped his face into his hands sighing loudly. He could not get the image
of the fire that would arise and burn furiously in his little brother's
greenish-hazel eyes, every time he decided to start hating Justin, out of
his mind.

*            But hate is such a strong word. He's my brother, I would kill
for him. I know he loves me. Right?*

An inkling of doubt began to bubble inside of Justin. He didn't say I love
you to either of his siblings like he did to his parents but at least with
Alex he knew where he stood. She thought he was a completely nerdy, know it
all, albeit cute dork, whom she fought with all the time. However, in a
heartbeat, she would and had on many occasions jumped to his side dropping
any shallow animosity or grudges she had been previously holding to defend
him.

Max on the other hand... He liked to play teams. He frequently switched around
whom he felt the strongest groups of people to be around were as his desire
was to always be with the winners. And now it seemed like he had completely
written Justin off, where as in the past he had always ultimately come back
to Justin. Now, however, he had seemingly forsaken his older brother.

The thought cut into Justin like a serrated knife, slowly tearing him up.
They had always been so close. They used to watch funny movies together at
one o' clock in the morning. They played jokes on Alex, devised new spells
to perform for the wizarding yearly competitions. Justin sighed again. Had
he somehow failed Max? He didn't feel like he had been acting any
differently towards the boy the last year or so, sure he was a little more
devoted to his studies, which was quite a bit as it was, now that he was a
senior. They didn't run together at night like they used to. Max used to
call it their shirt runs because that was the one thing that they didn't
wear when they ran. Now, while Justin stuck to his night time runs, Max was
either doing laps in their pool in the back, or lifting weights in the
basement.

*Max had joined the swim team last year though.*

* *

 It was certainly showing too. Justin had always considered his bother to be
a "little cutie", to coin his mom and Alex's expression, not to mention
99.99% of the girls that knew Max. But over the last couple of months,
Justin noticed that Max had really begun to fill out. He was still much
shorter and not nearly as chiseled as Justin, whose only muscle definition
came from his running, however Max now had strong defined arms and biceps
and shoulders. Justin clearly remembered the day when he first realized just
how toned Max was becoming.

He had walked into the bathroom one morning two months ago to use the toilet
and Max had been standing in front of the sink with his back to Justin in
just his light blue boxers looking into the mirror as he brushed his teeth.
Justin had stood frozen in the door way transfixed by the light muscles
rippling down Max's back highlighted by a deep tan that ran all the way down
to just above the dark blue waist band of his low hanging boxers.

Seeing Justin behind his reflection in the mirror Max had turned his head
narrowing his eyes at his brother. Then, he had rinsed his mouth out and
turned fully back toward Justin exposing the front of his bare torso and
wiped the access water and saliva from his mouth with his forearm.

Justin's mouth had nearly hit the ground as he took in the sight of his
barely sixteen year old brother. Somehow in less than two years Max's
nipples which then had been merely puffy pin pricks had formed into solidly
defined pectoral muscles. The shadowed crevice that lead from Max's collar
bone down between his pecs formed into a lightly developed six pack which
traveled down to his flat navel. A sparse light brown treasure trail of
barely noticeable hair lead from his belly button disappearing down
underneath his boxers. Justin's eyes widened in surprise as he noticed Max's
broad "v" shaped pubic muscles starting near his slim waist and traveling
underneath his waistband.

His brother had looked... Sexy.

*The fuck!!*

"Justin! Are you just going to stand there?" Max had glared at him.

Justin had shaken his head snapping out of his reverie. What had just been
going through his head? He didn't seriously just think... No, well yes... he
had... but that was an entirely normal thought, right? A person could be
considered sexy in an entirely non-sexual brotherly way, couldn't they?

*Ummm...*

* *

Max had then huffed loudly, his eyes boring into Justin's. Then he strode
across the room and punched Justin in the chest slamming his bare shoulder
into Justin's and then strode out of the bathroom storming down the hall.

The pain from the punch had barely registered as a tingle in his mind as he
fixated on three thoughts.

*When did Max get such a rockin body? Why is he always so pissed off? Mmm,
he smells like strawberries.*

* *

Justin shook his head coming once more out of his reverie. He picked up his
bag and ascended the stairs up into the living room of their expansive
apartment. As he threw his backpack onto a nearby overstuffed sofa he heard
the sound of a door slamming loudly from the floor above him.

*Max.*

"What's wrong with him now?" Tharessa enquired in her deep Spanish laced
accent. She walked over towards Justin from the kitchen area of the
apartment, wiping her hands on a simple white laced apron protecting her
beautiful yellow floral print sun dress. Her long brown hair whooshed gently
and her dark eyes held a look of deep concern.

"Like I would know." Justin rolled his eyes. He glanced over his shoulder at
the stairs leading up to the third story of the house and then self
consciously ran a hand through his soft dark hair.

"You're his brother," she said. "He's older now, he talks to you"

Justin's jaw dropped.

*Is she kidding.*

"He never talks to me anymore unless were studying magic, and even then he
tried to set me on fire last week."

His mother laughed. "Maxie's always trying to play jokes. He just wants to
see if he can get a rise from you."

"But he's been acting really weird lately. I honestly think he hates me."

"Mi Corazon." Theresa cooed softly. "He loves you. You're brothers. You two
have gotten into so much trouble together. He looks up to you."

"Yeah, cause I always cover for him whenever he gets into trouble."

Theresa sighed loudly. "Justin... just talk to him. I'm telling you he needs
to get something off his chest and he won't tell me or your father."

"So why should it be my responsibility?" Justin gave one more petulant
attempt. "I'm telling you he can't stand being around me."

She held up her hand silencing him. "Work it out. This has to end." Theresa
gave her eldest son a pointed look.

Justin slumped his shoulders in defeat. Without another word he slowly
turned around and trudged toward the spiral stair case leading up to the
third floor. Max's room was the very first door to the right of the stairs
on the top story of the Russo house. As Justin reached the landing and
started to focus his attention on Max's room, loudly blasting heavy metal
rock assaulted his ear drums. He drew himself up fully and stepped up to his
brother's tightly shut door which was vibrating slightly in a failed attempt
to mute the loud bass blaring from inside the room.

Justin felt his heart tighten.

He hated having these talks with Max, which was why he avoided them all
together as often as possible. But there was no avoiding this, which was
what bothered him the most. In the past whenever he was in trouble or in a
situation that he couldn't avoid he would just cast a spell. He knew now
however that no magic could get him out of this. Certainly nothing that his
conscience would let him go through with.

And Max was so angry with him, but why? Justin couldn't forget the image of
Max flinging himself over his Corvette his brown shaggy hair billowing in
the wind, the look of pure hatred plastered on his face, his normally soft
light pink lips pressed together so tightly in anger. But what was causing
Max to go through so much anger and pain. Justin's heart jumped and he felt
his blood run cold when an idea entered his head.

*Someone is threatening him at school, or beating him up, or... worse.*

Justin shivered at the thoughts racing through his mind about what could be
causing his younger brother to suffer so much. The same thoughts propelled
his protective instincts into overdrive and before he realized it he was
raising up a softly curled fist and rapping out a short bravado on Max's
door.

He listened intently for any signs of acknowledgement of his presence from
the other side of the white door, but all he heard was Max's digital player
blasting endlessly and the constant rattling of his white bedroom door. He
waited another moment and then tried again. This time much more loudly.

Justin *knew* Max had heard him this time. Max's leather computer chair
squeaked suddenly over the blaring radio and then Justin heard the volume go
up even louder.

"MAX!" Justin yelled out pounding on the door till his knuckles were red. He
felt guilty about invading Max's privacy but Justin reached down anyway to
turn the handle and open the door.  But it was locked.

*Naturally...*

Justin banged on the door again and could feel it lunging back and forth
violently within its frame.

"Come on Max, open the door!" Justin stepped back and waited a few moments.
Part of him actually half expected Max's head to poke out from behind the
door his brown locks falling over his hazel eyes, his head tilted in a
politely curious look regarding the nature of the disturbance.

*Yeah right!*

* *

Naturally, there was no reaction at all from within. Justin reluctantly
reached around and pulled his wand from the back pocket of his light blue
jeans. He considered himself to be a respectable law abiding member of the
wizard community and a bit of a stickler to the rules, but this situation
called for a little magic, plus his mom *had* told him that he needed to
"Work it out".

Justin inhaled deeply and then waved his wand with a flourish causing the
tip to turn bright blue and then released his spell aiming it at Max's door.

The door exploded with a great rumbling force sending shards of wood
splintering out at him.

"Shit..." Justin muttered under his breath. He had only meant to unlock the
handle. He had always been very good at controlling his magic, however over
the last hour or so his mind had been constantly assaulted by serious
emotions and he must have somehow lost control when he went to cast the
spell. So instead of unlocking the door, he blew it off of his hinges and
into a million little pieces. The dust was just beginning to settle but
Justin could barely see into Max's dark room. He subconsciously hoped that
his parents hadn't heard the explosion. That was one less thing he needed on
his mind right now. The only thing that he could hear now was the ever
present blaring of Max's music ringing in his ears. He pointed his still
glowing wand into Max's room around where he knew his brother's was located.


"Silencio electronica!" He yelled over the din. He felt a pulse of energy
leave his wand, and then suddenly he felt as if someone had stuffed his ears
with cotton. All he could hear was the last splintered fragments of the door
settling on the ground and the distant sound of the sink running and pots
and pans being moved around from the kitchen downstairs.

Justin sighed quietly, unwilling to break the silence just yet. He placed
his wand back into his pocket and then softly stepped over the massacred
threshold into Max's now dusty room. Most of the cloud had collected onto
the floor but the air was still dusty and combined with a severe lack of
lighting, it was friggin dark. The monitor of Max's computer cast eerie rays
of light through the remaining dust clouds illuminating small patches of the
room. Justin eyes carefully searched around for Max but he couldn't see him
anywhere. Justin silently took another step into the boy's room waiting for
his eyes to adjust to the very dim lighting. He knew Max had been in there
moments ago. He heard him in his chair, and Justin couldn't explain it but
he could sense Max's anger and emotion. He still sensed it.

"Maxie," Justin asked coolly. "What's going on bro, why are you avoiding
me?" Justin moved far enough into the room that he could feel the edge of
Max's bed against his left leg. The land mark sort of helped him to get his
bearings. He looked around, albeit blindly, again. "Come on Max, just talk
to me! I'm sorry if I..."

It happened so fast Justin didn't even have a chance to react. Out of the
corner of his eye he saw a quick movement. He turned around to see if it was
Max when he was suddenly hit square in the chest by a large heavy mass. He
staggered backward driven by the weight of the force clinging to him and
tried to regain his balance but the backs of his knees hit the side of Max's
bed. His arms shot out blindly attempting to grasp onto something to keep
him from falling but his back quickly hit Max's bed. All of the air was
knocked out of Justin's lungs causing him to desperately gasp for breath as
the large force that had knocked him over landed on top of his chest.

"What the..." Justin struggled under the weight on top of him, but he couldn't
break free. Two hands clenched down on his shoulders and then he felt the
weight lifting off of his chest and shifting down to his stomach. Suddenly a
face with fiercely burning hazel eyes appeared barely a foot above his.

"M... Max!?" Justin exclaimed shocked and afraid of the look of hate burning
in his little brothers normally playful and mischievous eyes. "What the..."

Stars racked across Justin's vision and a pain shot over the right side of
his face. Justin raised a hand to rub the sore spot but darted his head to
the side just as quickly as Max's fist came down to hit him again. Justin
felt his brother's fist graze the side of his head as it ground into the
mattress. Justin pushed Max's shoulder back and held onto his right arm to
prevent his little brother from hitting him in the face again, but then Max
began to attack Justin in the kidneys.

"Oww!" Justin hollered as the wind was knocked out of him again. Tears
formed in his eyes as the pain erupted in his side. Justin could normally
over power his brother as he had both height and weight on the boy but the
ferocity of Max's attack completely caught him off guard.

"Max!" Justin yelled again trying to break the boy from his assault.

His tanned handsome younger brother usually goofy and bright was now
animalistic and unstoppable as torrents of wild emotion poured out. Max
punched Justin in the same spot of his stomach again.

Justin cried out silently arching his back pushing his torso up into Max as
the pain in his kidneys intensified. Justin found an opening amidst the pain
as Max leaned to the left to accommodate for his brothers arching. The older
Russo twisted his hips around and Max fell off of him rolling towards the
edge of the bed and began to totter losing his balance and started to fall
backwards. Then, as Justin quickly sat up, he heard a loud thud as Max's
back hit the floor with a sickening crack. Initially Justin was relieved
that Max was no longer trying to attack him but...

*That sound his back made when he hit the ground... MAX!*

* *

Justin jumped from the bed and bent over to see his brother. He wasn't
moving. A feeling worse than being punched in the kidneys tore through his
heart seeing Max's handsome face lolled to the side, his light auburn hair
falling over his closed peaceful eyes.

"Max!" Justin called, panicking. It occurred to Justin for only the
slightest of moments how much nicer Max looked while he was calm like this.
The corners of his pale pink lips almost turned up in a ghostly smile.
Justin smacked the unblemished side of his face immediately eradicating the
morbid... or at least untimely thought from his mind. He knelt down onto the
ground next to Max and gently placed a hand on either of his shoulders.

"Maxie, are you ok? Max?" He ran a gentle thumb over Max's cheek bone.
"Please be okay." Justin whispered.

Suddenly Max jumped up towering over Justin and looked down on him with the
same fire and malice burning from moments ago. As Justin stood back up
surprised by his little brother's sudden recovery Max spoke for the first
time since they got home.

"Oh, so now you fucking care?!"

Before Justin could begin to process whatever the hell Max had just said,
his brother threw a closed fist right hook straight into the center of his
face. Stars popped in Justin's eyes again as the pain and the shock of being
punched in the nose as well as the sting coming from the inside of his upper
lip where the bottom of Max's fist had made contact with his mouth flared
his senses. Justin's head recoiled and he easily evaded Max's next punch
hitting the boy's passing arm in the crook of his elbow and pushing Max back
several feet with a stern open fist to the chest. He didn't want to hurt
Max, but he needed to keep him back until he could figure out what the hell
was going on.

Justin felt what seemed like a warm trail of snot beginning to slowly run
down from his nose. He could smell an acrid coppery scent he knew to be
blood but he could also smell a tangy albeit sweet scent that was left from
Max's hand rubbing the spit from Justin's mouth across his face. The scent
intrigued Justin. It was simply produced from Max brushing his hand across
Justin's mouth, but it smelled so different. Not only did it intrigue him,
but it caused another strange feeling to begin to slowly simmer inside of
him.

His thoughts were quickly abashed as he instinctively whipped his head to
the side and Max's fist came flying by again. This time Justin hit Max's arm
up into the air and grabbed onto the underside of his brothers firm bicep.
Then Justin stepped on Max's right Converse sneaker and pulled his brother's
arm back towards him quickly throwing Max's lithe defined body back onto his
bed. Justin turned around to face him backing up slightly to gain some
distance between them.

"Max what's going on? Why are you acting like this? Of course I care about
you, you're my brother. I..."

Max launched himself at Justin again.

"Don't fuck with me!" Max yelled as he slammed into Justin.

*What the fucking fuck?!*

Justin countered the first three attacks easily attempting to push Max back
each time.

"Max," Justin huffed out between breaths. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
He stepped into another one of Max's punches deflecting it with both hands
to the side of him. His body was only a few inches from Max's warm slightly
perspiring one and was about to knock him back when Max grabbed both of
Justin's shoulders and pulled him in closer.

Justin jercked his head back. Max was only a few inches away, and something
weird was going on in his eyes. They were less fiery and... were his pupils
dilating? Justin narrowed his eyes in confusion, and Max's expression
abruptly changed. The fire came back, and then Justin felt Max's knee smash
into his groin.

Justin doubled over in pain. Bile began to rise up into his throat and he
instinctively started to cough in an attempt to quell the nausea. When he
finally looked up he saw Max gazing back at him, a devious smirk plastered
on his face. All traces of malice and anger had gone and he began to saunter
forward an air of accomplishment radiating from him.

"Not so wonderful now are you?" Max raised up an arm to strike at Justin's
exposed neck but Justin caught his hand just in time and gently twisted
Max's wrist. Then, with his free hand he took hold of the waist band of
Max's dark blue jeans and threw him into the wall next to the shattered
door. He regretted using the incapacitating move right away as Max's body
crumbled to a heap on the floor, but he knew he had to do something to
control the raging teen.

Justin slowly approached his younger brother just as Max was beginning to
recover, pulling himself up into a seated position. Justin remained on his
guard ready for anything from his jacked up teenage brother. Max slowly
raised his head up to face his brother, and Justin was only mildly surprised
to see most of the fire gone from Max's eyes. Justin had given as good as he
had received during their last round, but he still felt terrible about
having to resort to hurting his little brother in order to get him to stop.

Justin studied Max's face trying to determine whether he was going to try
and attack again or not. His resolve broke however as he couldn't bare to
stand aside with his brother crouched on the ground no doubt in pain. He
approached slowly continuing to use his wizarding senses to tell if Max was
still hostile but he felt nothing of the sort.

"Maxie?" Justin called softly.

Max's lip quivered softly but he continued to stare Justin in the eyes.

Justin got down to his level just a few feet away from him. If Max was going
to attack now then Justin was in the most vulnerable position. Nothing
happened however.

"Are you okay?" Justin pressed on his eyes scanning Max's body. One of his
Converse's had somehow come off during the scuffle leaving Max's right foot
exposed in only a running ankle sock. Max's American Eagle print t-shit was
slightly ridden up exposing the bottom of his lightly toned abs and the
waist band of his black Calvin Klein boxer-briefs. His shaggy brown hair was
completely tousled as well, and his eyes were wide as if he were in shock,
but otherwise he looked fine.

 Justin inched a few steps closer. "Max?" As he said this he felt the warm
liquid that had been trickling down from his nose finally reach his mouth.
Instinctively he licked his lips and immediately he tasted the bitter
coppery sting of his own blood. Justin rubbed his hand across his upper lip
and was surprised to see that a large streak of blood had collected on his
palm.

Max seemed to be staring at the same thing because when Justin looked back
up at him his eyes were glazed over beginning to water up with unshed tears.

Justin felt his nose beginning to tingle and his eyes starting to burn as he
witnessed his brother's vulnerability after such an outspoken act of rage
and hatred.

"Hey," Justin said soothingly, grasping Max's shoulder lightly. "You're
okay." He couldn't think of anything else to say. It pained him to see his
brother in so much emotional pain, his own injuries completely forgotten. He
didn't know how to comfort the boy who always laughed and joked. The same
boy who and had never shed a single tear in the last ten years.

Max quietly mouthed a barely audible "I'm sorry" his eyes moving between
Justin's orbs and the blood smeared above his lip.

Justin shook his head squeezing Max's shoulder more tightly. He didn't know
what possessed him but he leaned in to give Max a hug, something that he
hadn't done in years. As he started to wrap his arms around his brother, Max
suddenly stood up, fear and shame in his bright hazel eyes.

"I'm sorry." He uttered again, more forcibly this time, a tear trickling
down the corner of his eye. Max quickly backed out of his room and Justin
heard him run over to the landing and fly down the spiral stair case.

Justin collapsed lying down on Max's floor, staring up at the actual Milky
Way galaxy through the enchanted ceiling of the teenager's room. "What the
fuck?!"

He yelled out loud this time. He didn't even know how to begin to decipher
what had just happened between he and his little brother. He had felt Max's
pain, but he didn't know how to place where Max's feelings had been coming
from. Justin started to feel the physical pain again that max had brought
upon him earlier. The pain in his side hurt the most and he brought both his
hands to the area where Max had inflicted multiple shots. A few tears fell
down the sides of his face disappearing into the carpet beneath him.
Painfully, Justin fished the wand out from his back pocket and placed the
tip onto the center of his chest.

"Corpus emolitum."

The moment Justin uttered the words he felt a warm thick molten liquid begin
to slowly spew from his wand filling his body radiating from his chest
bringing sweet relief to his ribs and kidney up to his burning nose down to
his aching groin. Justin felt an almost euphoric like feeling occur once the
spell had finished working and all of his pain subsided. He smiled as his
eyes flitted close and his head began to feel light and airy. Everything was
going to be alright. Things were going to work out between he and Max and
life would go back to normal at the Russo house. As he started to drift off,
completely unfazed by the fact that he was falling asleep on the floor of
his brothers room, Justin pictured Max's face. Grinning wickedly like he
usually did, making jokes, and generally acting like a clown to his and
everyone else's enjoyment. Justin couldn't wait to see that cute smile back
on Max's face, his eyes lighting up with mirth.

*Wait, CUTE face? The fuck...*

Justin wasn't able to think of anything else as his mind finally drifted off
into dreamland and all of his troubles seemed to float away.



*AN*: Well, thas the first chappie. Whadya think? I'll have the second up in
a day or so. Lemme know how it's goin as well as any plot recommendations!
mpseagle16@gmail.com