Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/5676538. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 北斗の拳_|_Hokuto_no_Ken_|_Fist_of_the_North_Star Relationship: Raoh/Toki Character: Raoh_|_Ken-oh, Toki Additional Tags: First_Time, Anal_Fingering, Multiple_Orgasms, Overstimulation, Sibling Incest, Sexual_Experimentation Collections: Fist_of_the_North_Star_Anon_Meme Stats: Published: 2016-01-09 Words: 2027 ****** An Abnormality Shared ****** by Anonymous Summary Perhaps, if he hadn't been smothering Toki and if the proof of his intent hadn't been digging into Toki's side, Toki might have come to a more harmless conclusion. As it was, Toki struggled and then relented, as he had always done where his older brother was concerned. Notes Prompt: Anything about when they were younger, can be before Toki agrees to be a Hokuto pupil or after. I'm d y i n g for hysterically overprotective big brother Raoh after rereading the Toki Gaiden, esp. as you can tell Raoh would have supported Toki even if he didn't learn how to fight. (No porn, unless you are sick, like me.) See the end of the work for more notes Up until the point when they were orphaned, Raoh had made no effort to be a good older sibling. In fact, he loathed the idea of having a brother. Toki was everything he despised in other boys, inquisitive yet weak, and he considered it adding insult to injury that his parents encouraged such inclinations. The thing was, Toki took after their mother while he, Raoh, took after their father. And so Toki learned to read and write and draw and paint and Raoh learned to rip his brother's pretty little things into shreds. Being the older brother was awful, Raoh concluded after the first couple years. He was always at fault and it didn't matter what Toki did: if he fought against Raoh, Raoh should have taken a couple hits, and heaven forbid Raoh actually hit the brat in return! No, everything was always his fault and Toki, when he wasn't glued to their mother's side, was entirely his responsibility. Perhaps some of their nagging had been ingrained in him; it was the only explanation for why, after the untimely death of their parents and the inevitable splitting up of the sons, Raoh extended his hand to his useless still-crying sibling. It did not, however, explain the jolt of warmth that rushed through him at seeing Toki's smile. - He had been in the dojo for less than a year when Toki was accepted as a disciple of Hokuto as well. Raoh will always remember then. How urgent he had been, not for the dog's well-being, but his brother's. Would the sort of bandit who mercilessly killed smaller animals show any mercy to someone like Toki? He remembered how he had sprinted to the scene, urging his legs to go faster, faster, and how he had arrived only to see his younger brother pummelling his would-be assailant's face in. Raoh didn't know it then, but that day would be the last day Toki was entirely dependent on him. To know the other had both interest and talent in martial arts came as a surprise, to say the least, but more than that -- to know his little brother who liked brushes and birds and flowers was capable of bloodlust... well, Raoh reasons, there had to be some shared blood between the two of them. - Once, after sparring, when Raoh was busy bandaging his brother up, Toki clasped their fingers. "Your fingers," he had remarked, "They're rougher than mine." Raoh had grunted, for it was still difficult to rein back the urge to hurt someone at the sight of Toki's blood, and refrained from pointing out that Toki had spent his earlier days holding nothing heavier than a pen while Raoh had been scaling valleys and mountains with their deceased father. He squeezed back, however, and Toki was a brother enough to find reassurance in the smaller things. He smiled and Raoh felt that now-rare jolt of warmth and then squeezed at Raoh's hand. "I'll work harder," he promised, "Twice as hard, even. One day my hands will be as strong as yours." Raoh quirked his lips in response, tying off the cloth. "Don't keep me waiting." - The preternatural closeness between the two brothers had morphed into something darker in their adolescent years. As they had both climbed to rungs far above their peers and could now only all-out spar with one another and Master Ryuuken and as Master Ryuuken did not have time to fight them each day, they would often be paired with one another, outside, so as not to break the walls. The intimacy had started after Jagi and Kenshiro were adopted... back when the two of them were still learning the ropes of Hokuto; when the title of successor would surely have been passed down to Raoh. Being the elder, Raoh was the one to initiate. He had enough mind to ask for permission and enough mind of custom to do it in a private setting. What he did not realize was that asking in the immediate time before the encounter was largely frowned upon. And so it was: he crawled out of his lower bunk and clambered to the top bunk, shaking at Toki's shoulder until the other woke up. "I want to sleep with you," he said, curt and to the point as usual. Perhaps, if he hadn't been smothering Toki and if his erection hadn't been digging into Toki's side, Toki might have come to a more harmless conclusion. As it was, he gave a grunt of alarm and attempted to throw Raoh off. Well, it was a successful attempt; the idea of Toki denying him anything was outside of his calculations and Raoh neatly fell down to the floor. But Raoh was nothing if not persistent; he climbed right back up and planted his knees on both sides of Toki. "Raoh -- !" "Why not?" Raoh demanded. "Raoh, get off!" "The girls always say yes." "Then why not go to them?" "I want you." In the dark, his older brother was a shadowy figure, more darkness than substance. Toki tried to imagine Raoh fucking some of the maids, tried to imagine Raoh with lust and passion in his eyes. Without meaning to, he shivered, and the shiver made his own cock twitch. Raoh cupped his face, stroking at his cheek, and Toki frowned. "If you've had a woman, then I want one too." "After this," Raoh grunted. The act in itself didn't mean anything to either of them; the act of love was a forbidden fruit in the world of warriors -- sought after, but never publically indulged. He had always assumed Ryuuken would have chosen Raoh to further solidify his place as successor, but it seemed their master had no interest in the practice. Toki spread his legs. "Alright," he conceded. Raoh leaned forward to kiss him, wet and slobbery and scarily affectionate. This was not at all like the brother who threw him against the wall then kneed him in the stomach to get him to stop crying. No, this was the brother who risked his own life to pull the two of them up that cliff, the brother who always took Saturdays off to do the things Toki wanted to do. This was the brother who washed and combed his hair, who helped him bury Koko and told him stories of their parents in heaven. "Turn to your side," Raoh commanded. Toki did so and the other pulled back, taking his right leg and shouldering it. Raoh palmed as Toki's still-covered member and chuckled. It was a blessing, Toki thought, that the two of them had their own room - - that they would share the same room up until the end of the world, in fact. That way, no one else could hear his moans. After Raoh pulled off both of their lower nightgarments, he spat into his hands. One of the other boys had given him a jar of salve, but the wretched thing was impossible to locate in the middle of the night and spit had worked just fine for the girls. Toki hissed out a curse when Raoh inserted a finger without ceremony. But Raoh had continued, unbidden, working the digit in and out. But the second finger was utterly unbearable and Toki cried out in pain. His tears, at least, were still enough to stop his brother; Raoh extracted his fingers and frowned. "Does it hurt that much?" he asked. Unable to speak, Toki had only nodded. His brother lowered his leg and pulled his garments back on then, pulling the blankets back over him before dressing himself and climbing back down. - They didn't speak of the incident the next day, but in three days' time, Raoh was more prepared. He had spoken with the older boy who was well-versed in these ways and though the other had taken one look at Raoh and protested, he had nonetheless given more detailed instructions. And so it was that Toki was stirred in the middle of the night, this time by a flickering candle rather than a shake of the shoulder. He rolled to his side and peered over the edge of his bunk to find Raoh dipping his fingers in a jar of semi-clear salve. Raoh turned to look him in the eye, quirking his lips. The unspoken statement was obvious; Toki grit his teeth. Rather than risk falling from the bed (for Toki had done some research of his own in the meantime), he leapt down and tried to ignore the excitement churning in his own stomach. This was one of the steps to manhood, he knew, and it was an honor for advance with a brother. Raoh cradled his face again before pushing him against the bottom mattress, kissing him with less force but more passion. The wait of three days meant Toki had time to come to terms with his own feelings, namely, that he wanted this - - that he had been waiting for this, and he returned the intensity. Rather than returning to their prior position, Raoh pulled Toki's pants off and wrapped his hand about Toki's half-erect cock. Having never been touched there, a couple jerks and some rubbing at the head were enough for Toki to climax. His come spurted between the two of them and he watched, speechless, as Raoh hummed in approval and smeared the drops against his thighs. Toki was limp by the end of it, but Raoh was still hard, still digging into his hip. "Turn to your side," Raoh repeated, and Toki, still breathing hard from the climax, needed help for the simple motion. When one leg was shouldered yet again and Raoh's finger, now smooth and slippery, though no smaller than before, was intruding, Toki concentrated on catching his breath. But then Raoh's fingertip brushed against something -- a spot the scrolls only alluded to -- and he felt a jolt to his prick. His whole body stiffened, displaying the facade of alertness when nothing could be further from the truth. He was only aware that his nipples had hardened when Raoh reached over with his free hand and tweaked them. Much like their sparring sessions, as soon as a weakness was discovered, Raoh became relentless, prodding and prodding until Toki's still-soft member was leaking onto the sheets, until Toki was incoherent in pleasure, raised leg straightening and then bending and then straightening again. And through it all, Raoh's erection remained, a reminder of the inevitable. Even with three fingers buried deep in his ass and his prostate worked to near- senselessness, Toki couldn't hold back the yelp of pain when Raoh entered. Everything about Raoh was massive. It was as if his brother's cock were spearing him open. And then Raoh moved his hips and Toki screamed. It was a single shout, no longer than a second, and Raoh covered his mouth soon after, but they both froze, in their damning position, waiting for the footsteps which never came. In that eternity where Raoh had sunk fully into him, Toki understood the feeling of being utterly claimed. After being worked open and made to leak like a bitch in heat, being filled with Raoh's cock gave him a sense of completeness -- and the fear he would feel incomplete at the end of their coupling. After Raoh was reasonably certain no one would come, he leaned forward to kiss Toki again, lapping at his lips and chin before canting his hips. The effect was instantaneous: Toki came a second time, spurting again between the two of them, and in orgasm, he clenched up, a useless gesture with Raoh still buried deep in him, but the sudden pressure caused Raoh to finish as well. Having been milked near dryness, Toki felt a doubled sense of fullness with the sudden rush of come. It dribbled out of his entrance and down his lowered leg, and when Raoh pulled himself out only to finger Toki a second time, he heard more than felt his brother coax a couple more drops of semen from his cock. They slept together that night, soiled and tainted under the same sheets, more certain of their shared fate than ever. End Notes I am sick, like you. Send help please. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!