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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Arashi_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Ninomiya_Kazunari/Ohno_Satoshi, Ninomiya_Kazunari/Sakurai_Sho
  Character:
      Ohno_Satoshi, Ninomiya_Kazunari, Matsumoto_Jun, Sakurai_Sho
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Fluff_and_Smut, Eventual_Romance, Angst_with_a_Happy
      Ending
  Series:
      Part 3 of Forbidden
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-27 Chapters: 14/14 Words: 13703
****** Forbidden Volume 3 ******
by jade_lil
Summary
     It was wrong to want each other so much but that didn't stop them.
Notes
     Last Volume of this dirty, dirty series XD
***** Chapter 1 *****
 It was half past five and he was rushing to get to the train station when a
man came up to him.

 “You’re Ohno Satoshi, right?” the man asked. He blinked and blinked again,
trying to place the man’s face because he was pretty sure he saw this man
before, he just couldn’t remember it.

 At least until the memory of that one time he saw this man’s retreating back
as he was being lead outside the door of their apartment by his brother hit
him. His anger was so sudden he had to literally breathe a couple of times to
calm himself down, but along with the anger was also fear.

 Afterall, he was certain that this was the same man his brother had sucked off
if only to keep him from talking, was the same man who was well aware about him
and his brother, so he had to be extra careful. He was also sure that this man
didn’t just come on to him randomly.

 “Who’s asking?” he bit back, trying to cover his nervousness with anger.

 “Sakurai Sho,” the man said, the pitch of his voice barely changing. “We
haven’t met but I know your brother,”

 “And?”

 The man didn’t even blink. “I need to talk to you about something,”

 “I don’t think so –“

 “I’m not here to negotiate, Ohno-kun,” the man literally growled that he was
honestly caught off-guard. “Now come with me so we can talk, in private. Let’s
not make a scene here, that’s the last thing we need right now,”

 “But but –“

 “I have your brother, Ohno-kun,” the man hissed under his breath and if it
wasn’t enough to turn his blood into ice, he didn’t know what else would. “Now
being the good brother that you always are, you will come with me quietly and
willingly, understood?”

 His heart was beating so fast he wondered how he was still standing upright;
he’s terrified for his brother but he shouldn’t let it cloud his judgment. He
kept still and met the man’s gaze squarely.

 “How do I know you’re telling the truth?” he hissed back, “As far as I know,
my brother is still in school and I’m just heading there to pick him –“

 The man whipped out his phone before he could even finish, pressed the call
button and slapped the phone to his ear.

 “I left him in my apartment, tied into a chair with only his left arm free to
hold and answer the phone,” the man said by way of explanation, waiting for the
call to connect. He was immediately scrambling for his phone to check if there
were any incoming messages or miscalls from his brother but the man was
speaking again before he could do that.

 “Oh, and he will not call you or message you because I specifically told him
not to, that if he do that, I’ll kill you first,” the man said before he held
out the phone. “He’s on, you can talk to him,”

 His fingers were shaking when he took the phone from the man’s hand, slapping
it against his ear.

 “H-Hello?”

 “N-Ni-chan, is that you?! Are you alright? That bastard didn’t hurt you, did
he? Oh my god, why aren’t you talking, Ni-chan?! Oh shit, Ni-chan, please talk
to me, please tell me that bastard –“

 “I’m… I’m okay, Kazu,” he breathed, partly relieved to hear that his brother
was fine. “I – what about you?”

 “I’m tied into a fucking chair!” his brother yelled, then, “that bastard is
sick, Ni-chan! Don’t let him talk you into doing anything you don’t like, okay
and just, I don’t know, call your friends or the police or –“

 “That’s enough,” the man said, snatching the phone out of his hand. “Now do
you believe me or not?”

 He was so angry that he could feel it seeping through his skin, and the need
to beat the living crap out of the man was too strong he had to literally dig
his fingernails tightly into his skin to keep himself from doing that. Because
right now, the important thing was to make sure his brother was safe and he
wouldn’t be able to do that if he didn’t know where Kazu was or where this
bastard hid his brother.

 “I do,” he muttered through tightly gritted teeth, “now what the fuck do you
want me to do for you to release my brother?” he asked.

 The man grinned for the first time, pocketing his phone before jerking a thumb
to the opposite direction. “I want you to come with me and we will talk about
it there,”

 “Talk about what?”

 “What you have to do to convince me,” the man answered before he started
walking away.
***** Chapter 2 *****

 His fingers itched to take his phone out of his pocket but he held himself.
For now, he had to remain calm, follow this man to wherever the hell they were
headed to and find out where the bastard was hiding his brother.

 They took the elevator up to the seventh floor as he kept his distance from
the man just to be safe. He still wasn’t sure what the man was up to, but
judging with the way the man was sweeping him over with hungry glances, it
wasn’t that hard to figure out.

 The man led him out of the elevator without a word, just tilted his head to
the right before he walked on. Ohno followed quietly, fingers itching to take
his phone out again but reminded himself to be patient. Afterall, he had
managed to send a quick text to Machin, telling his bestfriend to track him and
his brother via his phone if he hadn’t contact him after an hour.

 The man stopped in front of apartment door 712. “We’re here,” he said; Ohno
remained quiet and simply watched the man retrieve his keys from his pants’
pocket and used it to open the door.

 He was seconds away from bashing the man’s head against the nearest wall and
it was only the fact that he still wasn’t sure if his brother was really inside
the goddamn place that was stopping him from doing exactly that.

 He didn’t even wait for the man to invite him in. He just shove his way
inside, heart in his throat as he let his eyes wander around the semi-darkened
place, his gaze immediately zooming in into his brother’s familiar skinny form
tied into a chair in the middle of the goddamn living room.

 “Kazu!” he cried and was immediately by his brother’s side in three huge
strides.

 +++

 It was his brother’s hands on his face and his brother’s voice calling out to
him that had woke him up from his unexpected nap.

 When he opened his eyes, his brother’s face was so close, his expression
worried. He immediately felt relieved despite finding out that he was still
tied into the fucking chair. Lips quivering and eyes misty with renewed tears,
he found himself murmuring, “Ni-chan, you’re here,”

 “H-Hey,” his brother’s hands were warm and his breathe warmer where it was
hitting the side of his face. He closed his eyes and leaned back to the touch,
only to pop them open again the minute he remember why in hell they were here.


 “Ni-chan, what the hell did that bastard do to you?!” he half-yelled,
clutching his brother’s shoulder with his only free arm. “What did he –“

 “Nothing yet,” his Coach grumbled from somewhere and his brother’s hold around
him tightened marginally, protectively shielding him at the same time his
brother turned to glare at his Coach.

 “I don’t know what the fuck’s crawled up your ass but you will let us leave
right this minute or I swear to god, I am going to make sure you’ll rot in jail
for this,” his brother gritted.

 His coach’s stance didn’t even waver. In fact, he simply smiled and raised his
hand, holding something that looked suspiciously like a gun and pointing it at
them.

 “Oh, I’m scared,” his Coach said confidently, taking slow steps towards them;
he was shaking something bad and he was sure it wasn’t just him, his brother
was, too. “Quit the brave act because you’re not fooling me, Ohno-kun,” his
Coach said, nodding at them both.

 “Coach, please, what is it do you want from us?” he was crying now, afraid for
himself and for his brother. It didn’t help that his Coach looked a lot like
some crazy dude who had just managed to escape a fucking nut house.

 His Coach grinned like a fucking lunatic and stepped forward, closer and
closer still.

 “Twice I saw you fuck each other’s brains out and twice I found myself jerking
off while watching you,” his Coach confessed, and he was honestly shaking to
the core before he realizes it.

 “What the fuck –“ his brother cursed but was stopped mid-way when his Coach
aimed the gun right into his brother’s face.

 “No, Coach, please!” he cried, tugging his brother roughly into him, hiding
his brother’s face into his neck. “W-What do you want? J-Just tell us what you
want and we’ll do it… j-just.. just promise you’ll let us go after, unharmed,
please?”

 “Kazu!” his brother hissed but he managed to stop whatever it was his brother
was planning on saying by shaking his head repeatedly.

 His Coach grinned again, spying the way the older man reached down to cup
himself through his pants.

 “What I want?” his Coach said, grinning manically, “is to see you fuck each
other up close – to see the faces you’ll make when your brother’s cock is
inside you, the noises you make when you’re both so close to coming, right
here, right now. That’s what I want,”

 His brother uttered another curse which he answered by digging his fingernails
into the skin of his brother’s arms.

 He didn’t even need to see his brother’s face to know that he was seething
with rage.

 He closed his eyes and pressed his mouth against the side of his brother’s
neck.

 “Then you  better untie me now so I can perform well, Coach,”
***** Chapter 3 *****
His fingers were shaking continuously as he untied the rope restraining his
brother against the chair. Somewhere behind them, his brother’s coach stood by,
watching them.

Kazu’s hand found his face, felt Kazu’s thumb swiping tenderly across his
cheek. He wanted to cry but he didn’t want to do that in front of his brother,
knowing how this was already scaring his brother enough. He wanted to at least
show his brother that he could count on him, that despite the fucked up
situation they’re currently in, he didn’t have any plans on leaving his brother
alone.

They’re in this together, just like always.

“Can you do it, Ni-chan?” his  brother whispered at the same time the last of
the rope gave out and his brother was finally free. “I – this is all my fault,
I’m sorry,”

He shook his head and cupped his brother’s face, pressing a kiss against his
brother’s temple. Now, more than ever, he need to reassure his brother that
nothing about this was his fault since it had been his from the very beginning.
Ever since that night he came back from being away from home for so long and
his brother had slipped into bed with him to cuddle, the night he kissed his
brother for the first time.

“I’d do anything to make sure you’re going to walk out of here safe and
unharmed,” he said, wishing his voice sounded more confident, “even if it meant
killing someone with my own bare hands,”

His brother was openly crying now, and he had to pull him into his arms,
couldn’t not, if only to hush him, crushing his brother into a hug so tight
before he let him go.

“You don’t need to do that, though,” his brother reminded him, voice shaking
still, “just… he wants us to fuck so let’s fuck,” his brother said and this
time he sounded determined, at the very least. “Just don’t think about him
while we’re at it and maybe he’ll let us go once he’s satisfied,”

He bristled; well, he doubted that but there was no way he would say it in
front of his brother. The man had a gun and it was evident in the way the man
stared at them that the few remaining working screws in the coach’s head had
snapped, and that he obviously didn’t care about anything at all. The man was
crazy, that much was obvious.

Either way, he had to point out something even if it meant taking a bullet in
the head for it, had to say it now to avoid letting the coach get the wrong
idea about this whole ‘I want to watch you fuck each other like rabbits’ thing.

He stood up, taking his brother with him, arm branded around his brother’s
waist as he faced their captor. He let his hand travel from the small of his
brother’s back to his brother’s behind, cupping his brother’s ass possessively
and ignoring his brother’s surprised yelp without taking his gaze away from the
coach.

“Just to remind you, Coach,” he said, pulling his brother into him and using
his other free hand to palm his cock through his jeans before using the same
hand to touch his brother’s dick through his own. “My brother is mine and mine
alone… his cock, his ass, his everything – he belongs to me only so don’t get
the wrong idea, because I’m not going to allow you to lay a finger on him, much
more fuck him while I’m still breathing. He’s mine and you only get to watch me
as I fuck him and that’s it. You can’t even touch him because the moment that
you do, I’m going to fucking kill you,” he said evenly, meeting the coach’s
gaze as he kept his brother close.

Coach Sakurai cocked his head and licked his lips.

“Possessive, aren’t we?” he commented, and he swore he felt the shudder rocking
his brother’s spine even before the coach opened his mouth to say,

“Don’t worry,” he said and paused, his eyes twinkling in manic glee. “I have no
intention of fucking either of you and besides,” another pause, “I’ve sucked
your brother off before I went out to find you, so I think your warning came a
bit too late, I apologize,”

He seethed. “You fucking bastard – !”
***** Chapter 4 *****
 “Ni-chan, no, please!” he cried, throwing himself in front of his brother
before his brother even managed to take one step towards his coach. His coach
cocked the gun and the sound alone was enough to put him to action, not
bothering looking back to check as he wrapped his arms around his brother’s
waist, burying his face against his brother’s chest.

 “What the fuck did you do?!” his brother half-yelled, seething with rage,
directing his questions to his Coach who remained quietly still; at least he
hoped his Coach wasn’t moving because judging with how angry his brother was,
he wasn’t sure what the fuck’s going to happen here, now. “I’m fucking asking
you –“

 “Ni-chan, Ni-chan,” he called, reaching up to finger the side of his brother’s
face, tender and coaxing, tugging his brother’s face down for a kiss. His
brother was shaking, wriggling out of his hold but he was not going to let him
go, not now. “Listen to me, Ni-chan, please, come on, look at me,” he begged,
leaning up to press his mouth against his brother’s own.

 “Kazu, Kazu,” his brother groaned, miserable, his anger palpable; his
brother’s hand cupped his face as he allowed himself to be kissed, his lips
quivering against Kazu’s own. “What did he do? Tell me, tell me, Kazu,”

 “Nothing you should be upset about, I promise,” he breathed back, “he didn’t
fuck me, he didn’t, Ni-chan, I swear,”

 “I didn’t,” the coach hummed from where he was and Kazu had to shift a little
to see him, just so he’d know what to expect. The older man was waving the gun
like a crazy person and grinning like one, too. “I sucked his dick and made
sure he enjoyed every minute of it, sucked him until he was coming in my mouth
with a shout,”

 “I’m going to fucking kill you!” his brother screamed, and he had to do what
he could to keep his brother from advancing, tugging his brother roughly by the
back of his head for a kiss, shoving his tongue inside his brother’s mouth.

 “I’m going –“ his brother screamed still, and he swallowed his words eagerly,
sucking on his brother’s tongue without letting him go.

 “Ni-chan, please!”

 His coach cocked the gun again. “Listen to your brother, Ohno-kun,” the man
warned, “Now be a good boy and get naked because we don’t have much time for
all these dramas. I told you I only want to watch you fuck and I’m a man of my
words. I’ll let you go as soon as you’re done, so,” the man paused here,
finding the nearby chair and flopping down onto it.

 “Start fucking,” the man said, gesturing to them with his fingers.
***** Chapter 5 *****
He was well on his way towards his brother’s coach despite his brother hanging
onto him for dear life, shaking his brother off of him when he paused, gaze
zooming in to the older man’s hands gripping the gun – his trembling hands, as
was the rest of him was.

It took him a few more seconds to stare, the reality sinking in slower than it
probably should have but he’d never been a smart guy to begin with (not like
his brother) so he didn’t let it bother him and instead, he kept staring.

He could vaguely feel his brother’s fingers slipping from where they were
previously gripping his forearms down to his hips, could feel his brother’s
mouth – wet and hot and eager – as his brother peppered open-mouthed kisses
from his clavicle to his chest. Somehow, in between his sudden interest at his
brother’s coach’s trembling hands and his brain’s attempt at cataloguing every
detail his eyes were seeing, his brother had managed to push his shirt up his
armpits, had managed to wriggle himself in front of him before mashing his face
against his chest.

“Ni-chan… Ni-chan…” his brother kept murmuring in that shaky voice of his,
fingers cold in contrast to the warmness of his own skin; he gasped at the feel
of his brother’s tongue flicking over one of his nipples and then gasped again
when his brother repeated the action. “You heard him, right? You heard what he
said,” his brother insisted, hand moving down to cup him again through his
pants, and the action itself was enough to tear his attention from his
brother’s coach’s face. “He wants to see… he just wants to see, so let’s –“

His hips rolled back as if on autopilot, gaze still burning a hole into the
older man’s face as his brother slipped his fingers onto the waistband of his
jeans to touch him properly. He groaned, and it was a testament as to how his
body always reacted to his brother’s touches that not even the fact that they
were in danger of being murdered was enough to keep his dick from going hard
once his brother’s fingers are around him.

A moan tore itself from the back of his throat again at the feel of his
brother’s fingertip dragging itself across the slit of his dick, shivering at
the immediate punch of sensation singing through his veins.

Across them, his brother’s coach face was masked with something akin to
fascination, lust and something else, and with that, he could also very well
spy the way the coach’s knees trembled as he held on to the back of the chair
he was previously seated at to probably steady himself.

Their eyes meet and something in the older man’s eyes glistened, and for the
life of him, he wondered what it was he saw in there that made something in his
chest tight, his heartbeat slowed down drastically as his anger drained out of
him in gradual degrees before he even realized it.

It must be the way the coach stared at them with something akin to jealousy
that was carefully hidden beneath an obviously forced smirk, or the way he
stared at them hungrily despite the way he was trying to keep it hidden away.

Looking at him now, he wondered if this wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for
him and his brother, if they had been careful enough for this poor man, or
anyone for that matter, to catch them fucking each other’s brains out. He
realized with a start that this was all his and his brother’s fault.

He caught the back of his  brother’s neck with one hand as his brother was busy
sucking the life out of his nipples, moved his other hand down the small of his
brother’s back before to steady him when he pulled his brother’s face up for a
kiss.

“He just wants a show, huh?” he murmured, still mostly against his brother’s
lips, basking on the joy of seeing his brother’s eyes, dark and wild, as they
stared into his own. He sampled a glance to where the older man had flopped
himself back down on the chair, eyes glued on the  both of them.

His brother hummed in response, seeking his mouth again. He gave in and sucked
on his brother’s tongue, pulled back just far enough to murmur, “Then let’s
give him a show he wouldn’t be able to fucking forget,”
***** Chapter 6 *****
His brother moaned something that sounded like a broken version of his name
when he pulled his mouth away only to attach it against his brother’s jaw, one
hand he kept round the back of his brother’s neck while the other he moved down
to cup his brother’s balls, one after the other. Then his fingers worked their
way up, feeling the hardness of his brother’s cock, fingertips gracing the
bulging veins around the hardened length.

A soft, almost pleased smile graced his lips when his thumb found the head of
his brother’s dick – already slippery and wet with precum – knowing that
despite the very unfortunate situation they were currently in, he could still
make his brother go hard as a rock in seconds, the way he was, too, inside his
pants.

But it was difficult not to give in to their bodies’ needs when it was obvious
that they were moving on pure instinct now. It didn’t even matter that they had
a one-man audience not even a few feet away from them, because when his brother
moaned his name at one particularly hard squeeze of his hand around his
brother’s dick, his own cock twitched in response as if it knew it was a call
that neither he nor his cock was strong enough to resist.

“Let me suck you first, Nichan,” his brother hummed into his neck, fingers
already poised in between his legs, over the button of his pants, all ready to
relieve him off of it. He dug his fingers against his brother’s hips and
soothed the sting with gentle strokes when his brother hissed in surprised
pain, tilting his brother’s face up for a kiss.

“Just take me out,” he instructed just as he pushed his brother on his knees
without preamble, his brother immediately working on unzipping his pants and
slipping his small fingers inside the waistband of his boxers to take him out
gingerly. He gasped the minute his brother’s fingers made in contact with skin,
then gasped again when his brother didn’t even bother with the niceties and
just leaned over to suck him in in one go.

He was fucking his brother’s mouth within seconds, fingers tight against his
brother’s hair and his eyes locked on Coach Sakurai’s face as he rolled his
hips slowly, feeling his cock slipping all the way to the back of his brother’s
throat. It was so good, so damn perfect, and he told his brother as much.

His brother smiled in return and just part his mouth wide open so he could slip
his cock in and out easily, his dick wet with his brother’s spit and the
evidence of his own arousal.

“That’s enough,” he told his brother, taking his brother’s attention away from
licking and licking the now too sensitive head of his dick; he had to stop his
brother or else he’d come in a second and he was pretty sure the coach wouldn’t
like it.

He pulled his brother by his forearms and tugged him up, their mouths meeting
in the middle for a kiss. He moaned at the taste of himself on his brother’s
tongue, moaned again when his brother’s hand found his cock and squeezed.

When they pull apart, he reached up to stroke his brother’s cheek, soft and
tender, and murmured, “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he said,
just to make sure, though with the way his brother was rolling his hips unto
him, obviously seeking friction, it was not hard to tell that his brother
wanted this just as badly.

“I’ll always want you, Ni-chan,” his brother moaned and he ducked down to  kiss
him again, he had to, couldn’t not, because it was the same temptation he had
long given up trying to resist, slipping his tongue into the heat of his
brother’s mouth to chase away the remnants of his own arousal.

“I love you,” he murmured when they part, pressing another soft kiss against
the corner of his brother’s mouth before he turned him around. With his lips
still pressed against the lobe of his brother’s ear, he reached around to wrap
his brother’s dick in his hand, swiping a thumb across the weeping slit.

“Ni-chan –“

With a practiced roll his hips, he managed to aim the blunt head of his cock
against his brother’s already twitching hole, bending his knees a little as he
mouthed something against the nape of his brother’s neck.

“This will hurt a little, Kazu,” he whispered, raggedly, all the while watching
his brother’s coach, with his eyes wide open and fingers poised on his lap,
palm in mid-roll.

His brother threw his head back and moaned. “Do it,”

He didn’t need to be told twice as he jerked his hips, his cock slipping all
the way inside the perfect warmth that was his brother’s ass.
***** Chapter 7 *****

 “Shit,”

 He heard the man’s groans before he even saw him, opening his eyes to the
sounds of his brother’s enraged growls from behind. His fingers tightened
absently around his brother’s wrists that were gripping his hips, clenching his
muscles around his brother’s cock to distract him.

 “Forget him,” he pleaded under his breath, rolling his hips back onto his
brother’s own with a hissing moan. “Just close your eyes and pretend he’s not
here, Ni-chan, please?” he said, watching his coach took two more steps forward
to close the distance, the gun still in his hand and aimed at them, while the
other he had around his cock, touching himself.

 “I’m going to kill him,” his brother hissed from behind, hips jerking fast
into him he was seeing stars.

 “I’m the one with the gun here,” his coach murmured, mouth tilted into an
amused grin. By now, the older man close enough he could vaguely hear his
ragged breathes, could see the way the gun was shaking around the older man’s
grip.

 “Then do it and shoot me if you really can,” his brother shot back at the same
time his brother’s hips jerked into him so hard he was whimpering before he
could even stop himself. “but you can’t, can you? I’m sure you would have done
so already if you were really planning on killing us both. But you’re not. You
want something else from us and you’re using that gun to scare us, make us do
what you want but I’m telling you, you won’t get it. Not until I am alive and
breathing,”

 The older man raised one brow at that and his brother stilled behind him.

 “So, which is it?” his brother grunted, prompting his coach who remained
strangely quiet while he was caught between wanting to pledge his brother to
continue what he was doing and knowing what the hell was happening. “You know
there’s another way to do this without the unnecessary drama,” his brother
said, more like purred and he realized he was gripping his brother’s forearms
like a lifeline.

 “What are you talking about?” his coach said, his eyes unfocused.

 “Drop the gun and let’s talk about what you want,” his brother said, sounding
positively confident and less pissed than he was minutes before. “because I’m
pretty certain you are after something. Not only to see us fuck our brains out,
so let’s hear it,” he squirmed, uneasy, and his brother leaned forward to drop
a soothing kiss against his shoulder.

 A beat that became two and he watched as his coach lowered his hand gripping
the gun.

 “I –“

 “Ni-chan, what –“

 “Shhh,”

 “Let me make it easier for you then,” his brother cut in, “You want my brother
sucking you while I’m fucking him, it’s fine; I’ll allow it,” his brother said,
voice tight, and his own grip tightening around his brother’s arms absently.
“that’s nothing new, afterall. He already did that before and well, I can’t
really blame you for wanting to experience it again. It’s addicting, it
honestly is and I won’t deny that. But that’s just it. He’ll put your dick in
his mouth, pleasure you, but you won’t even get to touch him; you will keep
your hands to yourself while he sucks your cock, and that’s it,”

 He swallowed hard, his own cock hard and throbbing in between his legs at the
lewd suggestion but he could already see his coach’s Adams apple bobbed in his
throat, could already see the way his coach’s eyes turned a few shades darker
with desire.

 “You will allow that?”

 His brother’s cock throbbed inside him and he knew then that the suggestion
itself was also turning his brother on.

 “I will,” his brother answered, “but with the condition that it’s going to be
the last time. You will never bother us again or I swear I don’t care if you go
around telling people about us. Because you are not going to win, Coach.
Between you and us, who do you think the authorities will believe if I went to
them and told them you held us against our will and raped us? I can do that. I
can ruin your life by doing that so it’s your choice. Accept my offer and let’s
part ways happy, or you can insist with your plans and have your life thrown
into the garbage the moment we got out from here,”

 Another charged silence had passed before his coach answered, “Fine,” voice
thick and low.

 His brother jerked his hips yet again, his cock hitting that spot inside him
that had him shaking and shuddering within seconds, his brother’s mouth against
his ear as he whispered,

 “Your fantasy, little brother,” his brother whispered, tugging one of his
hands from gripping his brother’s arm, “I made it come true for you,” his
brother hissed just as his coach took that one deciding step forward as his
brother guided him to brace himself on the chair there.

 “Go knock yourself out, Kazu,” his brother commanded and he whimpered, parting
his mouth eagerly as his coach offered his cock with a groan.
***** Chapter 8 *****
 They hadn’t even properly locked the door behind them and he was already
pushing his brother on his knees with one hand and the other was already
unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out in one swift motion.

 Kazu didn’t even bat an eyelid and simply went to kneel in front of him, in
between his legs, fingers gripping his ankles and looking honestly eager
despite his obvious confusion. He also had his mouth already parted open,
breath coming in ragged puffs the moment he aimed the head of his already hard
cock against his brother’s lips.

 “Suck me, Kazu,” he commanded, harshly, fingers tightening against his
brother’s hair as Kazu dutifully did so, sucking him in in one go. His head
reared back in response at the sharp sensation punching through him, closing
his eyes and trying his hardest to erase the memory of his brother sucking
another man’s cock.

 “Yeah, like that,” he hissed; Kazu swallowed around him and he muttered a
series of expletive, hips stuttering and groaning in his attempt to keep
himself from outright fucking his brother’s mouth with abandon. “Ah, fuck,
you’re so fucking good at this,” he mumbled, swiping the sweat off his
brother’s temple as Kazu pulled back just the tiniest bit to tongue at his
dripping slit.

 Then Kazu pulled completely away and he watched, groaning deeply, as his cock
bounced out of his brother’s mouth with an obscene little pop.

 “Am I being punished, Ni-chan?” Kazu whispered, nuzzling the base of his cock
with his eyes half-closed. “because I sucked Coach’s cock when I knew I
shouldn’t?”

 His throat felt like it was being squeezed hard with a pair of invisible fists
as he struggled to grab his brother by his shoulders and pulling him up till
they’re nose to nose, shaking his head as he did so.

 “No, no,” he said, mostly against his brother’s mouth before he dived in for a
kiss, tasting himself on his brother’s tongue as his  brother automatically
opened his mouth to let him in. “of course not, Kazu,” he added, pressing two
tiny kisses against the side of Kazu’s mouth as he held his brother tight.

 “You should, though,” his brother mumbled into his neck and his arms tightened
almost as if on autopilot around his brother’s body. “I shouldn’t enjoy it but
I did,” Kazu explained in a shaky voice, “because I promised you, Ni-chan, but
–“

 “Shhh,” he hushed, hand worming around the back of his brother’s neck and
tilting his head up for a kiss. “I don’t blame you, I swear I don’t,” he said,
meaning it, kissing his brother again if only to reassure him.

 “But –“

 “Remember that one time we did it with your friend Jun?” he explained, not
really sure if it was right to compare that one time he had consented for them
to fuck another person, despite the fact that what happened with them and his
brother’s coach a couple of hours before was a completely different story
altogether.

 “That was –“

 “Different, I know,” he cut in, cupping his brother’s chin and kissing him
again. “but let’s think of it as the same, okay?” he said, “I – or we can just
forget all about it. Either way, it’s a done thing and I honestly don’t want to
remember it anymore, that’s why –“

 “Oh –“

 He pushed his brother on his knees once again, but not after kissing him
thoroughly, his brother willingly going down and eagerly parting his mouth to
let his cock in.

 “Make me forget, Kazu,” he asked, softly, guiding his cock into his brother’s
waiting mouth. “Make me forget the sight of your pretty mouth wrapped around
another’s guy’s cock, please,”

 “Ni-chan –“

 “Suck me,” he hissed, even though his brother was doing so already, bobbing
his head up and down his throbbing length. “Make me come and swallow
everything. I want you only to remember the feel of my cock inside your mouth,
the taste of my come beneath your tongue. Suck me, ahhh – Kazu –“
***** Chapter 9 *****
 The noises that escaped the back of his brother’s throat was what prompted him
to part his mouth wide enough to let his brother’s cock in, tonguing at the
slit and moaning at the taste of his brother’s arousal lingering strong in his
mouth. He groaned, fingers automatically moving to grip his brother’s legs for
dear life, breathing through his nose as his brother’s own fingers moved to
grab at his hair.

 “Ah – yes,” his brother hissed, hips stuttering in his obvious attempt to keep
himself from outright fucking his mouth while he moaned around his mouthful,
closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side to allow his brother’s cock to
slip all the way to the back of his throat. “Fuck, yes –“

 He hummed encouragingly, groaning at the feel of his brother’s hands on his
face, cradling his head gently to keep him in place, his chest tight and the
muscles in his stomach tighter knowing what would come next.

 “Ah, god, I’m going to fuck your mouth so hard, little brother,” his brother
grunted and Kazu hummed his agreement, his own dick going hard inside his own
pants. He wanted to touch himself but doing so would require moving, of letting
his hands drift away from his brother and right now, that’s the last thing he
wanted. He wanted to be there with his brother all the way, wanted to make sure
his brother knew he was doing this for him and for him alone. “gonna fuck you
so hard you’d, ah, damn it!”

 “Christ, you have the greediest mouth,” his brother said in between stuttered
gasps, fingers tightening their grip on his hair. “I love fucking you like this
– like you couldn’t fucking get enough of my cock, ah shit!”

 He groaned in response, spurred on with the way his brother talked dirty to
him the way he usually wouldn’t. But he guessed he could understand why his
brother was doing it, for he also didn’t want to remember the way his coach’s
cock felt inside his mouth when he sucked him, the way he had his eyes closed
the entire time his cock fucked his mouth as if he had all the right to.

 “Fuckin’close – ah, Christ –“ his brother groaned, hips  bucking into him
faster but still not fast enough to hurt him, parting his mouth wider to let
his brother’s cock slide in and out easily. He could hear his brother’s labored
breathing despite the noises his own heart was making, despite the thundering
of his blood through his ears and he swore he would never let what happened
earlier happen again.

 “Ah, Kazu, fuck –“ his brother gritted, hips jerking in an almost frenzied
rhthym it left him panting for breath, moaning around his brother’s cock as it
pulsed and throbbed in his mouth, his brother’s fingers moving to grab the back
of his neck as his mouth was flooded with the familiar, bitter-salty taste of
his brother’s pleasure when he came.



 +


 The next time he blinked, he was up on his feet and his brother’s tongue
shoved in his mouth, moaning low and deep as his brother sucked on his tongue,
probably tasting himself as he did so. When his brother pulled back and away,
his brother’s hands are once again cradling the sides of his face, his eyes
still a several shades darker despite his earlier orgasm.

 “N-Ni-chan –“ he said, or at least started to but his brother’s lips was there
again to swallow the words he was about to say next. He was gripping the front
of his brother’s shirt when his brother branded his arm around him, pulling him
in almost roughly, their tongues tangling together into a hard, demanding kiss.


 “You’re mine,” his brother hissed before Kazu realized the ground had
disappeared beneath his feet.  His brother’s arms caught him around the waist,
hitching him up, his legs wrapping around his brother’s waist, his arms around
his  brother’s neck. “no one’s going to take you away from me, Kazu; I won’t
allow it, never,” his brother followed as he ducked down to kiss his brother,
conveying his agreement by kissing his brother hard in the mouth.

 “I’m yours,” he breathed, touching his brother’s face tenderly, kissing the
tips of his nose, his eyes, the corners of his mouth. “always. No one’s going
to take me away from you, I promise,” he said, kissing his brother again
because he could.

 “Kazu –“ his brother breathed, backing them against the nearest wall, his
brother’s arms supporting him. Just then he realized his brother was shaking,
his eyes unusually bright. “Kazu, Kazu –“

 “Shhh,” he hushed, taking his brother’s face in between his hands and kissing
his brother tenderly. He didn’t know what was happening but he had some idea,
especially with the way his brother was holding him, tight like he was so
afraid he’d disappear if he as much as loosen his hold around him. “shhh, it’s
okay… we’re okay now, Ni-chan. Don’t worry about it,”

 His brother pulled his face down till their foreheads touched, his chest tight
at the sight of his brother’s tears dampening his face.

 “I thought I was going to lose you,” his brother said, voice shaking along
with the rest of him that he couldn’t bear to watch it, couldn’t bear the pain
he was seeing on his brother’s face, then, “and if I did – if that bastard did
do something to hurt you… God, it was all my fault. That happened because I
couldn’t– because I didn’t– don’t know how to stop myself when it comes to you.
Because I don’t know how to be a good brother, don’t know how to keep you safe
from other people who want to do bad things to you when the only person I
should save you from is me.  I just. God, I love you so much, you know? I love
you more than my own fucking self, more than our parents, more than my own
life, Kazu –“

 “Ni-chan –“

 “But what happened earlier made me realize so many things. I want you for
myself, but I – it’s not right and I - I can’t lose you that way, Kazu,” his
brother sobbed, miserable, “I can’t, I refuse to, but I’m certain this isn’t
going to end here so maybe we should – maybe I should send you home, to our
parents, because I can’t – I’m only going to ruin you, your life if we stay
together, I’m only going to end up –“

 “Ni-chan, what the hell are you -“

 His brother caught his mouth into a kiss, swallowing everything he wanted to
say, kissing him through his tears.

 “I love you so much,” his brother breathed, backing them away from the wall,
his jaw set and said nothing anymore as he started walking the rest of the way
inside only by memory because he wouldn’t let his brother go, wouldn’t even
allow him a moment to breathe, kissing his brother desperately.
***** Chapter 10 *****

 He should have thought about this long ago, should have decided on it the
first time the thought came to mind but because he was too stupid to even think
of giving something up he thought he’d have forever despite knowing that having
it was wrong from the very beginning, he simply tucked the thought at the
deepest corner of his mind until he’d almost forgotten it.

 Or at least pretended to have forgotten it, until now.

 What happened earlier simply proved that no secret was bound to remain hidden
forever. He knew this – had known it for so long now but he was too consumed
with his need, his desire for his brother to even consider stopping. It had not
even once that they were almost caught by their own family members, afterall,
but they managed to get away from it all, had managed to even move out from
home and live on their own where they could fuck whenever they wanted to and
frankly, that was probably where it all started to go wrong.

 Their damn carelessness coupled with their combined stupidity was what made it
worse. He couldn’t help but wonder how in hell they were able to walk out of
that situation they were in earlier, how lucky they both were that his
brother’s coach had been so easy to convince despite the fact that he had all
the means to keep the two of them there however long he wanted to.

 It was probably just pure luck that the older man was too damn horny to think
straight that it was way easier to convince him to go along with a child’s plan
despite the fact that he had all the capacity and the advantage to make them do
what he wanted with them.

 But now, as he thought about it hard, he was sure that if the same thing
happen in the future, they wouldn’t be so lucky as they’d been today. It would
be impossible.

 “N-Ni-chan –“ Kazu moaned, arms tight around his neck as he mouthed his way
from his brother’s jaw up to the underside of his ear before moving his mouth
further to catch his brother’s own for a kiss – deep and hard and filthy – arms
branded around his brother’s waist tight enough to hurt but he couldn’t be
bothered to remind himself to be gentle, not when there’s a different kind of
urgency thrumming under his skin that he couldn’t quite ignore.

 “I’m sorry, Kazu,” he whispered when their mouths parted, “I’m so sorry,” he
repeated, and then immediately diving back in for another kiss at the sight of
his brother’s bruised lips. He helped himself for a few more kisses, moaning
back when his brother did the same, swallowing the sounds escaping the back of
his brother’s throat.

 When the need was a little bearable, he pulled away, gaze on his brother’s
face and watched the way his brother’s eyes are slow to open up, the way the
corners of his mouth turned up just the slightest bit when their gazes meet.

 He could feel his chest constricting when his brother gave him a smile, the
one that turned his eyes into little, adorable slits, the one that made him
look so much younger than his age; he couldn’t help the rush of affection
washing over him when his brother tilted his head at him, his brother’s small
fingers warm and familiar against his shoulders.

 “Ni-chan, what’s wrong?” his brother asked, his voice a mere whisper and he
let one of his hands travel up to cup the back of his brother’s head to keep
him in place as he willed the words to come, tugging his brother’s head down
and resting their foreheads together, simply breathing his brother in.

 “Nothing,” he whispered, pain twisting in his chest in a way that was so
similar to that time he had decided to move out, alone, knowing that this time,
he had decided to do the same and he was going to stick to it.

 He had to, he knew that now, was sure that he would never forget the genuine
fear he saw on his brother’s face the moment his coach aimed that gun at them
earlier, wouldn’t ever forget the way his brother’s body shook against him then
and for the life of him, he promised that would be the last time he would put
his brother’s life at risk.

 He had acted like he wouldn’t ever in other similar circumstances – letting
someone, anyone, have his way – sexually, at least – on his brother, the way he
allowed his brother’s coach earlier. But it was that or suffer the consequences
of watching that bastard either hurt him or his brother. He couldn’t – he
wouldn’t, not ever, not again.

 And he knew exactly what had to be done to accomplish it.

 “Everything’s going to be fine from now on,” he breathed into his brother’s
mouth, angling his head just the slightest bit so he could kiss his brother
properly, pulling back and away just far enough to follow, “I promise you that,
Kazu,” before he was kissing him again.


 +

 He snapped his hips hard enough to rattle the bed beneath them, hard enough to
make his brother’s weight shift beneath him, quickly moving his arms around his
brother’s waist to keep his brother from stumbling face-first into the
mattress.

 He was groaning, moaning hard as he pounded into the heat of his brother’s
body, keeping his brother there and ignoring his brother’s breathless pleas as
he fucked his brother from behind over and over.

 “Oh Ni-chan, so good, so good  - ah!” his brother mewled the moment he changed
the angle of his thrusts, his brother’s small fingers finding his own and
gripping them hard enough to leave bruises. “ah, yes! Please, please, I’m so
close –“ his brother wailed, the sound making his breath catch, his chest tight
as he continued rolling his hips in counter to the  bucks of his brother’s own
into him.

 “Ni-chan, oh Ni-chan –“ his brother chanted, could feel his brother’s body
shuddering against his hold; he watched the way the skin of his brother’s back
rippled through his every touch, unblinking, trying to commit every little
thing to memory as he held on to his brother, heart twisting painfully inside
his ribcage.

 “Kazu, Kazu –“ he breathed his brother’s name softly, so different from the
way his hips was moving as he fucked his brother harder and harder still, his
vision going out of focus every goddamn time his brother would clench his
muscles around his aching cock shoved deep into his brother’s body.

 “I love you, I love you, I love you so much –“ he breathed, stamping each buck
of  his hips with words he knew he wouldn’t be able to say again after this,
fingernails digging almost painfully into the soft skin of his brother’s hips.


 He was so close he could almost taste it, and even though he wanted to prolong
it he knew that he couldn’t. He was sobbing quietly before he could stop
himself, eyes wide as he watched his brother’s back, as he listened to the
sounds of his brother wails as his brother’s body convulsed inside his arms as
if on cue. But even then, he didn’t stop, hips pushing furiously into his
brother, twice as hard and twice as fast, wanting nothing but to catch the tail
of his brother’s orgasm as his tears – damp and warm – fell down his cheek and
into the skin of his brother’s back, his heart breaking despite the orgasm
brewing around his middle.

 “I’m coming, Kazu – ah!” he screamed, didn’t bother muffling it as he pounded
his brother hard to ride the pleasure, sobbing quietly as he held on to his
brother’s back like a lifeline, shaking, arms branding around his brother’s
waist, just feeling the solidity of him and breathing him in.

 It was the last time he was going to hold his brother so close like this,
afterall.
***** Chapter 11 *****

 He woke up with sore hips and back (as usual), dressed (not the usual) and
cold because he was alone in bed and not wrapped claustrophobically tight
inside his brother’s embrace.

 “N-Ni-chan?” he called, voice still raspy with sleep; he shifted into his side
and breathed in the scent his brother left on the sheets, remembering the way
he’d been fucked almost senseless into the mattress the night before.

 He could feel his cock stir in response at  the memory, the way his brother
had refused to fuck him again after that honestly explosive one though his
brother did suck him off two more times after it. He couldn’t even remember the
last time he came so many times in one night, falling asleep in exhaustion
after the fourth (or was it the fifth?) time he came inside his brother’s
mouth.

 Cupping his half-hard cock in his hand, he called for his brother again,
louder this time, but heard nothing but the eerie silence enveloping the whole
apartment.

 He didn’t know why but there was something clicking into place the moment he
carefully hopped off the  bed and into the bathroom where he wished he would
find his brother, his heart in his throat when he bypassed the living room in
favor of going straight to the kitchen.

 Nothing. He went back to the bedroom in search for his phone, before he was
walking towards the dresser to grab himself new pair of shirt and pants and
drop his phone to the floor the moment he realized that half of the drawer’s
contents were gone.

 He was shaking by the time he stooped low to retrieve his phone, plastering it
against his ear and listening to the operator informing him that the number he
had dialed was no longer in use, sliding to the floor, shaking.


 +

 Not even an hour later, his mother arrived with his sister, looking worse for
wear and wearing twin looks of worry as they fuss over Kazu, their mother
mumbling something about regretting the day she let her sons live on their own
knowing that they couldn’t.

 He was too numb to speak much more think that he didn’t realize the oddness of
it all until his mother and sister have teamed up to pack his belongings in
record time before he was asked if he could dress himself.

 “Huh?”

 “Good gracious, is the fight that bad for you to be so out of it?” his mother
grunted, already grabbing for the hem of his shirt with all the intention of
taking it off of him. The shirt was halfway up his chest when he realized it
was stuck there, and his mother was making choking noises from the back of her
throat as she stared at the purplish, reddish marks left on his skin. 

 He was suddenly brought back to his senses and was tugging at his shirt
furiously, but it was too late. His mother already saw it.

 “Oh god, oh my god, what the hell are those?!”

 +


 “Tell me what in hell happened, Kazunari, or I swear to god, we’re not leaving
this place until your brother shows up so I can beat him to a pulp for hurting
you,” his mother threatened him, her voice wavering despite the anger in her
eyes. It was the first time he saw her looking so determined to beat the living
shit out of anyone, even if that someone happened to be none other than her
very own son.

 He refused to open his mouth even though he knew he should explain, the sick
feeling that he’d been abandoned quite literally by his brother was making it
even difficult for him to care what his mother and sister thought about the
bruises (but they’re hickeys, his brain pointed out) he had all over his body.


 It should worry him but to be honest, he couldn’t give a flying fuck about
what his family was thinking right now, not when his mind was otherwise
occupied and there was that familiar pain throbbing away in his chest that not
even his mother’s embrace could heal.

 “Kazunari, I am talking to you!” he vaguely heard her screams through his own
blood pounding through his ears, curling onto himself and shaking his head as
tears streamed down his cheeks.


 +

 When he came to, he realized he was back on the bed lying on his side, his
mother sitting on a chair next to it.

 “Are you going to tell me now what in hell happened or do you want me to
figure it out for myself, Kazunari?” she said, voice low but careful and for
the nth time since this thing started, he wished his brother was here to answer
for him, for them.

 To say that he was scared was an understatement, most especially at the fact
that their mother was looking at him with something so fierce in her eyes,
something he couldn’t bear to tell her straight to her face even though he was
sure she had already guessed it.

 He turned to his other side, his back facing her. He couldn’t even will the
tears to stop, couldn’t find the strength to face their mother’s wrath knowing
that he was going to do it alone.

 “N-Ni-chan,” he found himself whispering miserably under his breath, shoving
his fist belatedly into his mouth to muffle it as his whole body shook with
emotion he could hardly suppress.

 His mother’s hand on his shoulder surprised him, so was her gentle voice when
she called his name. “Kazu, come on, turn around, let me see you,” she said,
her touch soft and coaxing. “come on, don’t be afraid. I won’t get angry
anymore, come on,” he didn’t, he couldn’t, shaking even more as her hand came
up to touch his nape, her fingers threading softly through his hair.

 “I – I know that those aren’t bruises,” she started and he froze, and it was
probably because she knew she couldn’t convince him to talk otherwise. “You and
your brother –“

 “I’m s-sorry –“ he whimpered, shakily, turning back to face her before she
could continue. There was no point on denying the truth, but for all its worth,
he would do everything in his power to spare his brother the blame knowing that
it’s where this was heading. “but it’s not Ni-chan’s fault. He – I –“

 “ – aren’t really blood-related but still, doing this, having this kind of
relationship, it’s not –“ she paused at the same time he was whipping around to
face her, his eyes wide in shock.

 “W-What – w-what did you just say?”
***** Chapter 12 *****

 He hadn’t meant to leave as soon as he was sure his brother was asleep but he
couldn’t bear the thought of staying there either. He sent a quick message to
his sister at the same time he locked the door behind him, telling her to
please go and check on Kazu because something came up at school that he had to
go somewhere for an indefinite period of time to finish it so he needed her to
check on their youngest brother while he was gone.

 It wasn’t like he was planning on leaving for good because he knew it was
impossible. Soon enough he had to go back and show his face to his family, to
Kazu, but figured he could just cross the bridge when he got there. For now, he
had to get as far away from Kazu as possible, think things through and decide
and what to do from here on.

 “Hey,” a voice from behind him prompted him out of his reverie. It was his
friend, Machin. He acknowledged the other guy’s presence with a nod of his head
before he took his gaze back into the space before him. “you sure you don’t
want to tell me what’s wrong, man?” Machin asked, “Seriously, if you’re in some
kind of trouble, all you have to do is tell me.”

 “I’m fine,” he said.

 “Well, forgive me for saying this but you seriously don’t look fine,” Machin
said. He shrugged. There was no way he could tell his friend what was bothering
him, after all, and even if he could, he wouldn’t. Everything about the trouble
he was in was complicated and he didn’t want to complicate it further by
opening his mouth and telling other people about it.

 “Don’t worry about me,” he said, briefly glancing to  his right where Machin
had opted on sitting. “I just need a couple of days to sort my shit out and I
swear I’ll be out of your hair. Just a couple of days, I promise.”

 “I’m not worried about that, you moron,” Machin said, frowning; he realized
Machin had his phone in his hand, twirling it around his palm absently. “you
know you can stay here however long you want.”

 “Thanks.”

 “So you really don’t want to tell me what’s going on?” Machin asked, at the
same time Machin’s phone started ringing. “And why, eversince you came here, I
have received about a hundred calls from your brother aside from maybe over
fifty texts asking me about you?”

 He felt that familiar tug in his chest hearing that. “Ignore it.”

 “Your mom called too,” Machin said. “five times. This one’s her again. Shall I
ignore her too?”

 He was honestly surprised but he tried his hardest not to let it show. “You
answered before?”

 “Yes, but only because I didn’t know it was her,” Machin said, a touched
defensive. “she said to tell you to stop being stubborn and come home.”

 “Home where?”

 “Beats me,” Machin said with a shrug. “though she said something about her and
your sister leaving tonight to take the last train, and to tell you that if you
want the cat to starve and die, then don’t go home. Didn’t know you own a cat,
though,”

 He was up on his feet in record-breaking time, sputtering in his haste to grab
the still ringing phone out of Machin’s hand.

 “Hello?! K-Kaa-chan, what –“ he trailed, pursing his lips as he listened to
his mother’s voice on the other end of the line.

 “Yes, yes I understand,” he said, lowering his eyes to the ground. He still
wasn’t sure what just happened, but it seemed like he only need to go back to
know what it was. He hung up and turned to Machin, handing his phone over. “I –
I have to go.”

 “Right,” Machin said. “want me to drive you to the station?”

 He shook his head. “It’s fine, Machin. Thank you.”

 Machin gave him this look that said he didn’t understand one bit about what
was happening but that he knew he shouldn’t ask. “Don’t mention it, man. Take
care on your way home, yeah?”

 He nodded, thumping his best friend on the back, gratefully. “I’m going.
Thanks again.” He was running to grab his bag before he could stop himself,
heart thudding hard in his chest.


 +

 Under an hour later, he was standing by the front door of their apartment,
fingers shaking around the key. He wasn’t sure if he did the right thing coming
back here, but he guessed there was no turning back now. He inserted the key
after heaving a deep, calming breath, hearing the lock click and turning the
knob, shoving the door wide open.

 He hadn’t even managed two steps inside, hadn’t even closed the door properly
behind him when his brother’s skinny figure was there to welcome him, slamming
him back to the door and kissing him.
***** Chapter 13 *****
 In a space of a heartbeat, he found himself backed against the doorframe, his
mouth locked against his brother’s own for a hungry kiss. Kazu moaned into his
mouth, his skinny legs tangled around his waist. He had his arms under Kazu’s
hips for support, moaning as Kazu sucked on his tongue eagerly.

 “Ni-chan, Ni-chan,” Kazu chanted when they pull apart to breathe, and if the
hungry noises his brother was making weren’t enough to make him hard in record-
breaking time, then Kazu rolling his hips against him surely would.

 But despite that, despite the fact that he, too, was turned on to the point of
pain, he had to pull away, resting his forehead against his brother’s own
chuckling at the frustrated sounds Kazu was making when he did so.

 “Let me breathe,” he said, meaning it as a joke even though nothing about this
was funny to begin with. Especially when he raised his head, opened his eyes
and found that Kazu’s eyes were brimming with silent tears.

 “Oh God –“

 “You left,” Kazu breathed, shaking against him, fingers tight around his
shoulders. “again. Why do you always do that, Ni-chan? Why do you keep on
leaving me behind? Why, why I don’t –“

 He leaned up and kissed his brother’s mouth to stop him, meaning it to be
soft, chaste, but the kiss still ended up hungry and needy because his brother
had his mouth parted ready for him, just like always.

 It hadn’t even been a day and the hunger throbbing away in his chest was so
powerful he found it difficult to breathe through it and it didn’t help that
his brother was curled tight around him like this.

 “I was doing it for you,” he whispered still mostly against his brother’s
mouth when he pulled away just far enough to talk, “I was prepared to leave
just so you wouldn’t have to go through the same horrible thing, the one that
happened to us yesterday but just one phone call and I’m here. Not even a day
after and I come running back when I heard what happened to you.”

 He tilted his brother’s chin up with one hand, his other still curled around
his brother’s hip protectively. “But you seem okay,” he said, his brain finally
catching up with him. “you are, aren’t you?”

 “Yes.” Was his brother’s simple answer.

 “Then why did Kaa-chan –“

 “Because she knows,” Kazu said, cutting him off. He swore the way his eyes
widened in surprise hearing that was both hilarious and terrifying. “and
because I told her she should convince you to come back or I will starve myself
to death.”

 “Oh my god, you’re not seriously telling me –“

 “Did you know I am adopted?” Kazu asked in a tiny voice at the same time he
wriggled himself free from his hold. He let him, only because he was too
stunned to do anything else. Kazu stepped away, just barely, and he found
himself dreading the short distance separating them.

 “Did you, Ni-chan?” Kazu asked.

 “Yes.” He admitted. Kazu swayed on his feet, and he was automatically reaching
over to give his brother a hand to steady him.

 “So why do you still insist on leaving me?!” Kazu half-yelled and it took
every ounce of his willpower not to tug Kazu into his arms and hug him. “I
thought all along that the reason you are trying to do the right thing by
leaving me is because you know this, what we have between us is morally wrong
but it’s not! We’re not blood-related! We’re not –“

 “You are our parents’ son as much as I am, Kazunari,” he cut in, reaching out
to press a hand against his brother’s cheek, hoping it was enough to calm him.
“you are my brother and I am yours and it has been that way ever since our
parents signed the papers and brought you home with them. I loved you ever
since that day Kaa-chan asked me to hold you, have fallen in love with you the
second you smiled at me from the blanket you’re wrapped around in and I’ve
loved you every day since, Kazu. As your older brother, it is expected that I
do. But to love you more than a brother should, more than I honestly do, is
wrong.”

 “But we’re not –“

 “The papers say we are, Kazu,” he said.

 “Then let’s do something to change it,” Kazu said, pushing himself closer to
him and curling himself around him he had no choice but to put his arms around
his brother. “denounce me from the family, I don’t care. I really don’t. My
name doesn’t mean a thing if I can’t be with you, Ni-chan.”

 “Kazu –“

 “I’m serious,” Kazu said, breathing the words against the front of his chest,
fingers curled tight against the fabric of his shirt. “leave me again and
that’s the last time you’ll see me alive. My life means nothing if I’m not with
you.”

 “Kazunari, you know that’s not –“

 “I told Kaa-chan that too,” Kazu said, and he wasn’t sure if that admission
was what made him tug on his brother so he could hug him tighter. “she didn’t
say anything except ‘I knew this was going to happen anyway’, and told Nee-chan
they’re going home.”

 “Our mother is scary,” he said, wondering if he should properly go and thank
her, even though the embarrassment alone was enough to make him think
otherwise.

 “She’s not,” Kazu said. “she understands, and that’s – I guess that’s the most
wonderful thing about her, really. She doesn’t judge us, even though she has
all the right to.”


 He squeezed his brother tight, his chest unusually tight but he knew it didn’t
have anything to do with pain anymore. “Still, doing this behind their backs is
wrong. I – we should apologize.”

 “We should.”

 He pulled away, but not completely. Just far enough to look his brother in the
eyes, but still close enough to breathe him in. “Today?” he asked.

 Kazu shook his head. “Maybe tomorrow.”

 He smiled. “You have other plans today?”

 Kazu smiled back, and it was the kind that made things in his belly tight.
Kazu ran his fingers up his bare arms and settled them against the  nape of his
neck, holding on, feeling him.

 “Bedroom plans. For you and me.”

 He smiled and let himself be pulled, his mouth meeting Kazu’s. “Sounds like a
good one, then?”

 Kazu smiled. “Oh, totally,” Kazu agreed, nipping his lower lip. “so, let’s
go?”

 He had his arms wrapped around his brother’s hips, heaving him up like he was
nothing in the same breath.

 “Let’s.”
***** Chapter 14 *****

It wasn’t supposed to be this easy, none of it was to begin with, but somehow,
despite his reluctance to believe this was really happening, there was no
mistaking that it did. With the fact that his family had somehow ‘approved’ of
his and his brother’s relationship despite the wrongness of it all made it even
harder to wrap his head around everything but he had to, he should. After all,
who else would understand the fact that he and his ‘adopted’ brother loved each
other this way aside from their family who had been there for them, with them,
watching them gravitate toward each other like two pieces of a puzzle eversince
they were children?

It was an inevitable thing their mother had probably foreseen way before and he
guessed it was safe enough to assume that no matter what happened, he and his
brother – his Kazu – would have their family’s support to back them up wherever
they end up in from here on.

“Kiss me,” Kazu moaned into his cheek, tongue swiping wetly against his skin.
He shivered at the feel of it, leaning up to give in to Kazu’s request as he
navigate his way inside their  shared bedroom by memory alone, Kazu clinging to
him like he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go. Kazu’s tongue soon found
his, sucking his eagerly and making the prettiest noises as he was doing so.

They reach the bed in minutes, placing his brother’s skinny form down as gently
as he could manage it with their mouths still locked; his brother moaned his
refusal when he tried to pull away, chuckling softly into the kiss as he tried
to detach his brother’s arms and legs still wrapped tightly around him.

“You have to let go, Kazu,” he whispered, rubbing his nose against his
brother’s own and getting a sort of annoyed huff in return for it. “seriously.
How do you expect me to do this properly if you won’t free me?”

Kazu was silent for a moment before he answered, voice tinged with remembered
pain. “I’m scared that if I do, you’d run.”

The momentary ache was shocking, at the same time, heartbreaking, he found
himself dropping his weight instinctively over Kazu’s body and wrapping his
arms around Kazu in a way that was probably suffocating but Kazu sure looked
like he didn’t mind. For a long while there they just held each other, his face
mashed against the side of Kazu’s neck, waiting for Kazu’s trembling to subside
before he slowly pulled away.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, thumbing the side of his brother’s damp eyes and
feeling his chest constricting at the sight of him. It was probably difficult
for other people to understand the extent of his and Kazu’s feelings, what they
felt for each other and maybe, they don’t have to make them. So long as they’re
together, things would be okay.

“I promise I never will again,” he said, thumbing the corners of Kazu’s lips,
the mole on his chin, watching the way Kazu’s mouth quiver as Kazu strained to
keep his eyes open, watching him.

“But if you have to –“

“I’ll take you with me,” he cut in, cupping Kazu’s chin in his hand and ducking
down for a kiss. “I won’t leave you behind, Kazu. Never again, I promise.”

“Ni-chan –“

He smiled. “Don’t you think it’s high time you call me Satoshi instead?” he
teased, and he swore the smile he got in return made every little pain he
suffered because of this forbidden love for his brother worth it.

“Satoshi,” Kazu breathed, saying his name in that soft, soft way that made him
feel like it was Kazu’s tongue caressing his most private parts, repeating it
and making him instantly hard despite himself. “Satoshi,”

“Yes,” he said. He leaned down for another kiss, tasting hope and love and so
many other things beneath his tongue when Kazu met him halfway.


+

They each took their time divesting each other’s clothes in between unhurried
kisses, laughing and giggling the way they normally wouldn’t before. Maybe it
was the knowledge that they were free to love each other this way that made
them savor this moment, but either way, he liked it. He liked it very much.

“God, I’m so sorry,” he found himself muttering at the sight of these red-
purplish patches marring Kazu’s skin, his palm curled around Kazu’s hip
possessively. He raised his head in time to catch Kazu shaking his head in
answer, of Kazu reaching down to cup the back of his neck and tugging him up.

“You’re welcome to put more of them on me if you’re up to it,” Kazu said,
smiling encouragingly, lovingly, that had him ducking down to kiss him in utter
gratefulness. He’s so happy he could burst, kissing Kazu thoroughly before
pulling away.

“Not this time, no,” he said, touching the corner of Kazu’s mouth with the tips
of his finger before he was reaching down to take Kazu in hand, the familiar
weight of his brother’s cock inside his palm making his throat dry. He squeezed
the base and thumbed at the head tenderly, hearing Kazu whimper in response and
it was the sweetest sound ever; like a healing balm to his previously broken
heart, it felt like. “this time, we are going to take it slow. Slow, Kazu. No
rush. Let me love you the way I should have, the way I’m supposed to.”

“Ni – S-Satoshi –“

He smiled and started kissing his way down Kazu’s body, from his neck to his
collarbones, to his chest; paying extra attention to Kazu’s nipples and
enjoying the way they hardened beneath his tongue. Kazu’s fingers dig into his
scalp, encouraging him with soft noises coming from the back of Kazu’s throat
as Kazu parted his legs wider to accommodate him.

He was still pumping Kazu’s hard-on as he licked his way downwards, his
exploration taking him further down to Kazu’s navel; soon he was licking Kazu’s
bellybutton wetly, Kazu writhing and moaning beneath him on the bed as he kept
up with the rhthym of his fingers around Kazu’s cock, slow and sure.

“Oh god, ohplease, S-Satoshi, I  need –“

“Shhh,” he hushed, mouth watering at the flush marring Kazu’s chest, of his
bruised lips and heavy-lidded eyes. There was so much he wanted to do but he
knew he didn’t have to rush. Kazu was here, they were together, and that was
all that mattered.

“I want you, oh god, please, I want you –“

He chuckled, pumped the base once, twice, the gesture was more of a tease than
anything before he was sinking his mouth over the head, tasting salt and skin
and arousal as he rolled his tongue over the dripping slit. Kazu’s hips surged
from the bed, moaning, fingers tight on his hair as he hummed around his
mouthful. Kazu keened, breathy and husky, hips stuttering into him; the only
thing he could do was let it happen, bracing himself there on the bed on his
elbow, mouth parted wide as Kazu’s cock slipped in and out of his lips
willingly.

“I’m going to – oh god, I’m going to –“

He hummed, gripped Kazu’s hips with his other free hand and hollowed his
cheeks, closed his eyes, chest heaving at the sound of Kazu’s screams when he
came.


+

When Kazu’s trembling subsided, he crawled back up, mouth still tingling with
the aftertaste of Kazu’s pleasure beneath his tongue. There was no other way to
describe it, he was addicted to the taste of his brother’s pleasure, Kazu was
too, he was sure of it and that was why they were a match, through and through.


“You’re perfect and I love you,” he mumbled, nosing Kazu’s cheek. Kazu chuckled
in return, obviously too sated to come up with anything better to say. He
didn’t need him to anyway, content with just lying there listening to Kazu’s
breathing.

A few minutes later, Kazu squirmed and he felt his questing hands feeling him
up. “It’s your turn now,” Kazu said, urging him to move, to settle himself
above Kazu. “come on, Satoshi.”

He giggled, couldn’t not, and he received a light slap in the butt for it.
“It’s cute when you call me with my first name,” he told Kazu, kissing him
once, twice, because he could. “and hot. It makes me want to fuck you hard, and
slow, until you’re begging for it.” he said, mouthing the words into Kazu’s
neck as Kazu rearranged himself beneath him, one hand finding their familiar
supplies stocked beneath the pillows.

“Then what are you waiting for there?” Kazu hummed, handing him the half-empty
tube of lube and dragging his fingers along his side encouragingly. “Fuck me,
come on.”

“I will.”

+

There wasn’t much to this he hadn’t seen already,  but still, it didn’t stop
him from watching every little changes on Kazu’s face the second he slipped a
second finger alongside the first that was already there, inside Kazu’s body,
and enjoying the way Kazu’s muscle clamp tightly around his fingers as if on
cue. He was still so tight, so hot, that he could already imagine sinking his
cock into that perfect heat and staying there for as long as he could.

“I’m good, God–“ Kazu whined, tugging him by his elbow and whining some more
when he didn’t budge. He added another one and Kazu outright wailed, the raw
sound of his voice was like a direct punch to the gut he found himself cupping
his own cock, surprised at the way it throbbed painfully inside his palm.

“Kazu, oh fuck–“

“Yes, come on. Please, I need you, Satoshi,” Kazu groaned, trashing his head
back at the same time he pulled all of his fingers out of Kazu’s ass and lined
himself over Kazu, his cock in his hand. “God, please,  fuck me now. Come on!”

He groaned, dipped his head down for another kiss, wet and filthy, and drove
himself home with a groan.


+

He was going to come so hard, he could feel it, spine tingling with the need to
shove himself deeper into Kazu’s body as he stared at Kazu’s face. “Fuck, ah
fuck!”

“Yes! There, oh god, there!”

He groaned, keeping his eyes open despite the urge to close them, wanting to
see everything from here on. Kazu’s pupils were blown wide, his chest heaving
hard, his ankles bent and resting against his thighs as he fucked into Kazu’s
ass time and time again, his cock hard and throbbing. He kept going at it, at
the angle he found hitting Kazu’s prostate, mouth dry, fingers blindly finding
Kazu’s cock which was completely hard again.

“Come with me,” he groaned, letting go of Kazu’s legs and letting him wrap them
around his waist as he pumped his hips fast, faster and faster still. The bed
was creaking beneath them, their bodies matted with sweat but neither of them
mind it. “I want you to come with me, Kazu.”

“Yes, I will, yes oh god, yes.”

He moaned, jerked his hips twice as hard and twice as fast he was sure he was
hitting the ends of Kazu’s body, feeling his orgasm build up infinitesimally
fast the harder he pumped his hips. He was getting there, and he could feel
Kazu’s hand on his own cock slipped, before Kazu was wailing a cry so loud at
the same time he felt the telltale feel of Kazu’s warm come against his
stomach. Kazu’s inner muscles clamped around his cock like clockwork, and soon
he was gripping Kazu’s waist hard enough to leave bruises as a growl of pure
pleasure tore itself from the back of his throat, spurting his pleasure inside
Kazu’s body with a full body shudder.


+

He slid down next to Kazu after a few minutes spent inside Kazu’s body, his
cock bathed with his own come. They were still breathing hard after that
explosive orgasm but as soon as he was next to Kazu, Kazu was folding his body
against him, like he couldn’t bear the thought of moving away.

“Wow, that was –“

“Hmmm,” Kazu hummed sleepily into his chest, fingers finding his own and
squeezing them. “one of the best, yes?”

“One of the best.” He agreed.

“Better than last night, I suppose?”

He giggled, the pain of the other night completely forgotten. “They said break
up sex was always the best. I don’t think I want to agree, but –“

“Sex with you is always wonderful, Ni-chan.”

“Satoshi.” He reminded Kazu. Kazu smiled and scooted closer that not even air
could pass between them. “It’s Satoshi now, don’t forget.”

“Fine,” Kazu agreed, and he gasped at the feel of Kazu’s tongue against his
neck, warm and hot; the rush of heat was immediate he wondered briefly if there
would come a time he wouldn’t feel like this for Kazu but he figured that was
only possible when he was old and couldn’t get it up any longer.

He’d want Kazu even when he was old and graying, now and then, always. Even if
he wasn’t supposed to, even when wanting him was forbidden.

“I love you, Kazu.”

Kazu smiled against him as he gathered him in. “I love you too, Ni-chan.”
 
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