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Damian didn't want to moan as Donald shoved his cock deep in his muzzle and held it there. He didn't want to massage his brother's balls as they used him, but the need to have their cocks in him was so strong. He'd forgotten how powerful their influence was, how needy men became when his family demanded it.

Simply being able to think, Damian expected, indicated how strong-willed he was. He's spoken to men he'd influenced in his youth, experiments he ran to test his limits, and until he's used them completely, they were babbling messes of sexual desire.

Donald took his cock out and Daniel shoved his in, thrusting hard, holding Damian's head in place. "Look at him," his bother cooed. "On his knees, where he always wanted to be, pleasuring us." He pulled his cock out and tapped it on Damian's muzzle. "You want it, don't you? Are so smart brother can't help himself now, can he?"

Damian tried to glare at Daniel, but he could tell the only thing his eyes carried was need.

"Maybe we need to make him beg for it," Donald said. "What do you say, Damned? You going to beg got it? Beg for me to grab you by the tail, pull your ass up and plant my hard cock under there? Stretch you like only a real man can?"

Damian clamped his muzzle shut as he felt the words form. He could go through the motions while he gathered his will, but he would not denigrate himself to voicing what he needed.

"Looks like someone thinks he refuse us," Daniel said, an evil smile on his lips. "Our baby brother seems to have forgotten his place in this family."

Damian managed a hateful glare before their influence hit him again. "Pl--Please," he whimpered, and hated himself for not being strong enough to resist. He would tear them apart for this.

"Was that enough for you Donny?" Daniel asked, keeping his cock just out of reach of Damian's extended tongue.

"Like I fucking care, he's going to be begging hard by the time I've split his ass open. We can break him and keep him around for when we have no one else able to satisfy us."

"Yes." Daniel grinned. "I agree, he's going to make a great toy of last resort. We're going to have to muzzle him, though, you know that constant begging will get tiresome."

No, absolutely not. He knew they could break him. Enough time under constant influence could break even the strongest will. But they wouldn't do that to him. He felt along the threads of the men he controlled, and those they controlled, looking for those whose will was strongest. He detested having to sacrifice them here and now, when his brothers were all he was up against, but he couldn't allow them to break him.

Gunshots erupted.

His brothers winced and turned, their influence leaving him panting and forcing his muzzle close to keep from begging them to return. He still needed them. It would be hours until it ebbed down to nothing, but without the direct barrage, Damian could do more than think. He could control himself.

"Really?" Daniel said. "You?"

Damian looked up. Denton was in the doorway, putting a gun away. "Are you okay?" the cheetah asked.

Damian shook his head, not trusting his voice yet.

"I thought you hated each other," Donald said.

"I did." Denton put a new clip in his remaining gun, "And then you went and took my son. It's interesting who a father is willing to work with when it comes to protecting his son." He paused, smiled. "Let me rephrase that. What a father who loves his son is willing to do. I'm guessing neither of you knows anything about that."

Damian forced himself to his feet. Denton's presence was a godsend, but now he had to be careful. He expected Denton could kill in this moment.

"But we do love our son," Donald said. "I'll make sure you are chained up where you can see us show him how much when we go to bed tonight."

Especially if they said something this idiotic.

"We're going to have to retrieve our son, won't we?" Daniel said in annoyance a moment before Denton emptied his gun in Donald's face. This time his brother didn't even flinch. That made Damian's mind up.

He rushed Daniel, tackling him hard. "Keep Donald busy while I incapacitate Daniel." His brother flew to the other side of the room. Distance wouldn't keep these two from coordinating, but it would make one coming to the other's help more difficult. "And watch for his influence, somehow he's still connected to your god in spite of embracing Sahataan." Donald was the better protected of the two, so Denton shouldn't be able to hurt him much.

Damian retrieved his knife and stepped to Daniel.

"Do you really think you're up to taking me, Damned?" Before his brother's smile finished forming, Damian darted in and out, leaving a bloody line on Daniel's chest from one nipple to the other. The smile turned into a grimace of pain.

"I'm Sahataan's champion," Damian replied, a vicious smile of his own forming. He quickly carved a few marks on his free palm and showed it to his brother. "Now that you can't influence me anymore, I'm going to carve you up like you deserve." He smoothed his anger. He couldn't act thoughtlessly. He needed to do this in a specific way or it was for nothing and all this power would go to Sahataan instead of him.

He darted in and out a few times, adding lines on Daniel's chest, gaging how good of a fighter his brother had become over the decades since he's last seen him fight. The answer was not very good. So Damian cut him over and over, tracing the marks on his brother's body, carefully stepping over the dripping blood on the floor, tipping the tip of his show in it and tracing more marks on the floor around them. Keeping his brother in the center was easier than he expected as he kept trying to slash him with his claws. When everything was done Damian allowed Daniel's claws to cut him, and his blood joined that of his brother.

Damian smiled as Daniel's satisfied expression turned to surprise when he darted in and planted the knife in his brother's heart. "You should know," Damian whispered as the life died out in Daniel's eyes, "that I have wanted to do this since that first time you forced yourselves on me when I was ten. You can thank father for it taking me so long to finally execute, if you ever see him again."

With the last of Daniel's life snuffing out, Damian felt the threads he'd controlled transferring to him, but nothing else. There were a lot of threads. Daniel might control all the men they were using, but how was it he didn't have any power of himself?

"Danny!" Donald screamed.

Damian let Daniel fall to the floor and turned to face his other brother. He had Denton by the neck in one hand and, by the cheetah's frantic trashing, was chocking him. Damian couldn't let Donald kill Denton, he still needed him.

"I'm sorry," Damian said, "did you have a use for this corpse?"

Donald threw the cheetah away and ran at Damian.

He readied himself, pushing power into his new mark, he'd always thought himself to strong-willed to need that shielded, but he'd just been proven wrong.

But the expected blow of influence didn't come as Damian stepped aside, out of the bloody section of the floor. Donald's instant of worry, before it was covered up with anger again, told Damian his brother had tried to influence him. There was only one reason why he couldn't do it anymore.

"Clever," Damian said as he dodged Donald's claws, leading his brother to a clean section of the floor. "You somehow managed to make Daniel an anchor to one god while you became anchored to another." He slashed with his knife, leaving a line on Donald's chest. "I would love to discuss how you did that. I wasn't aware it could be done."

Donald took a step back and looked at the dripping line, confused.

Damian raised his knife. "Come on, you have to know that marks can defeat marks. It's just a question of how much power you have to fed into them, and I've always been the more powerful in our family, you have to realize that."

"You were just a sniveling baby that dad had to constantly protect. You couldn't even take a cock without wailing." Donald came at Damian faster than he expected and had to ground his teeth together to keep from voicing the pain of his brother's claws cutting deep in his chest. He dipped the tip of his clean shoe in the blood on the floor and dragged it, leaving a bloody line. He fed power into the healing marks so the disrupted ones would be fixed and grunted as he took a punch in the side.

Damian took two more punches and blocked claws, while being careful not to step into the lines on the floor, until his speed mark was healed then made a series of cuts on his brother's chest, ensuring his own speed mark was cut, and unlike Damian, Donald wouldn't heal. The marks on his knife ensured that.

"You're a monster," Donald hissed, panting. "Father always said so. That's why he kept you close, so you wouldn't end up destroying our family."

Damian chuckled. "You realize I know what I am, right? Calling me that isn't going to hurt my feelings. While you think you're a shining example of what our family should be. A pair of sociopaths, excuse me, a lone sociopath carving--"

Donald came at him, screaming, out of his mind with rage. Damian grinned and led his brother around, cutting him until the marks were in place, both on the floor and his brother's chest. He caught Donald by the neck.

"I'm afraid, dear brother, that this is now over." He raised his knife. "You can take solace in the fact that I will not miss you at all."

"Denton!" a new voice yelled, "Don't let Damian kill him!" the order was followed by a squeal of surprise.

Damian glanced at the door, where a deer was being tackled into Denton by a rat.