S2 7. Don't ever play games in my territory!

Iiro rings Venla’s doorbell and feels anxious. He takes a quick glance to his brother’s door and feels even more uneasy. If Ilari catches him now, he's dead. Perhaps literally. He hears lock opening and gets his best apologetic face ready. Damn, it’s hard to look Venla into eyes after he did what he did. But he needs to do this. 

– Hi! I thought -- fuuuck! He starts before he notices his big brother standing at the door. 

Ilari’s nostrils flare and he looks even more pissed as usual. With one swift move he grabs Iiro by his collar and pulls him hard against door frame. Iiro yellps. Next second Ilari punches his gut and he falls breathless to his knees. It takes a moment to get his breath back and at the time Ilari has already dragged him inside and closed the door. There’s not much chance against close combat trained soldier.

Ilari takes hold of Iiro's arm and twists it behind Iiro’s back. Presses him to the floor 

- Hi bro, Iiro couffs. He tastes blood in his mouth. - You missed me that much? 

– I told you Venla is mine! Ilari growls. 

– Like you own her! Iiro spits. 

– Let me get this straight. That was the only and last time you play your games in my territory! Against me! 

- In your wh—aaa! Damn, that hurts! Iiro tries with joke but ends up crying in agony. 

– Is this clear? 

– Mmh, Iiro doesn't answer like he's suppose to and Ilari twists his arm more. – Chrystal clear! Iiro winces, taps the floor and Ilari let’s go. 

– Ok. That’s it. Ilari says in much calmer tone and steps up – You need an icebag?

Iiro is on all fours and reaches to feel his jaw. 

– Yeah. 

Ilari walks to kitchen, opens the freezer and takes the icebag out. He certainly knows what’s where in Venla’s place. 

– How…? Iiro starts when Ilari comes back and drops the icebag into his hand. 

– I’ve been worried about you, Ilari says.

 - Asshole, Iiro mumbles. 

- Look who’s talking. 

Iiro can't defend himself so he pushes icebag against his swelling cheek and brow. 

– FYI. We are dating and I think I’m going to make her mine, Ilari says in more quiet voice.

 - Fuck that means? 

– That you are done with her. Permanently. Ilari continues with warning tone and then he looks at the time. - Uh. Wait. I need to check on something. He turns and goes into Venla’s bedroom so casually it looks like he’s owning the place. Iiro states after him and feels completely dropped off the wagon.