Title: Day Has Come (I didn't INTEND for it to be a Hanson title. It just made sense when I started thinking of the story!)
Rating: I'll do it by chapter, and for this mini-chapter, it's PG-13 I s'pose
Genre: Hancest/slash
Pairing: Figure it out? <3
POV: Zac (changes between Zac and Taylor from chapter to chapter)
Setting: Nowhere in particular, honestly... they could be in New York, in Tulsa, in L.A., in Florida, in Denver (I freakin' wish.) If they need to go somewhere important, you'll know. :] From now on will be known as MON, In the year 2004.
Disclaimer: Don't own em, don't know em!
Summary: Neither of us knew what to expect. How could we possibly know?

No wives, makes it easier (plus I actually like their wives way too much to have to incorporate them into a dirty hancestfic. xP)

Warning: This fic is of the brother-on-brother type. If you're not into slash, let alone incest, walk away now. I only write about it to fill my insane fantasies and the fantasies of others. Also, I seriously think incest can be romantic. I mean, what if God put people together as siblings only because they'd never find each other any other way? Just somethin' to think about.

Author's Note: Let me know what you think =] I had so many ideas that I just had to start writing. I've read so much that I needed to write some myself. There was no more left to read. I had to do something to occupy myself!! Enjoy ~<3



Prologue


Zac


He looked up at me with those intense blue eyes. "What do we do now?"

I shrugged. Had I known what to do after all this, I would have done it in a heartbeat. But no; I had no idea, so I just picked at the dry skin between my callused fingers because I'm a nervous twit like that. "Flee the country?" was my half-serious answer.

A look of frustration washed over his face as he closed his eyes at my answer. His forehead wrinkled in thought, then relaxed. "That's not realistic. And we'd be followed wherever we went. We can't escape it." A sigh escaped his mouth.

Oh, how much I longed to take this pain away from him by covering it with my own... his beautiful mouth that produced such perfect harmony, perfection even though it was far from an angel's voice. I woke up to his singing one morning, tears attacking my eyelids, thinking: How can he be so perfect in every way?

That's what I was thinking about when he finally opened his eyes and said, "Well?"

I threw my hands up in the air. "I have no idea! Do you really expect me to fix this just because I started it? I had no idea what I was getting into. All I know," I said, cupping his trembling face within my hands. "...is that I love you. And we will figure it out... we just... need some time to work on it."

Every bit about him was nervous and scared; he was pulling his lips between his teeth, wringing his hands together, shifting from leg to leg on the edge of the bed with those damned blue eyes shifting around the room, not even looking at me as I cupped his face, the covers wrapped loosely around his body. God, he looked so... delicious, dare I say? Not the time to be thinking about that, though...

There was nothing I could do to stop that anxiety, and I was truly scared myself. How could I fix him if I couldn't even fix myself?

I acted on impulse and quickly brought our lips together. "It will be okay. I promise." I breathed on his lips, my eyes still partially shut. He nodded, even though I knew my words did nothing to relieve his stress. He would continue to worry, and nothing that I said or did would stop that. I just had to accept that; he'd always been on edge. But as long as he loved me, we'd be okay... I hoped silently to myself. Neither of us knew what to expect. How could we possibly know?

We were brothers.