Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/9539459. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Super_Lovers_(Anime_&_Manga) Relationship: Kaidou_Haru/Kaidou_Aki Character: Kaidou_Aki, Kaidou_Haru Additional Tags: Hand_Jobs, Anal_Sex, Semi-Public_Sex, Masturbation, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Incest, Half-Sibling_Incest, Aged-Up_Character(s), (only slightly), Rare_Pairings, Barebacking, Come_Eating, Alternate_Universe_- Canon_Divergence Series: Part 1 of Lines_Crossed, Part 2 of Funky_Writes_Rare-Pairs Stats: Published: 2017-02-01 Words: 1617 ****** Lines Crossed ****** by Funky_Hanji_(Temari) Summary Sometimes it’s hard to see the lines you’ve drawn until you’ve crossed them. Notes This is set during Haru's hospitalization after the car accident, three weeks into his coma. He's 19, while Aki is 15—for some reason I was sure Haru had been a little older at the start of the manga. OTL I checked before posting and saw that, no, he was 17, but well, just pretend he was older.   After writing more of this AU, I decided to change their ages—this is still set after the car accident, but I've thought it'd fit the rest better if Aki was 17, hence Haru here is 21. Of course I've added a tag for the slight change. ^^ See the end of the work for more notes He was actually going to do it. That realization hit Aki the moment he climbed Haru’s hospital bed—shoes toed off, discarded high school uniform’s slacks thrown over the back of the plastic chair by the bed, boxer briefs over the seat—, right hand slippery with the antiseptic gel he had found on top of the bedside table. Face flushed and panting slightly in excitement and anxiousness, Aki froze up. His eyes went from his hand to Haru’s peaceful face—it was a mess with healing purplish and yellow bruises and cuts, yet still retaining its unique beauty underneath it all—, then back down to himself. He was hard. Only minutes before, Aki had been silently watching Haru from the chair next to the bed; it had been the first time he had seen him in two months, the first time since he had come back from his holiday in Canada and the first time since the accident that had killed their parents. Aki had refused to visit at first, too angry at Haru and blaming him for the car crash to step a foot into the room; but Shima had convinced him to come take a look, at last. With nothing else to do, or someone to talk to, Aki had decided to really study his brother’s form as it lay still on that bed, the machines attached to Haru and keeping track of his vitals beeping quietly in the silent room. Aki couldn’t recall how, but after long minutes of staring, he had gotten on his feet and reached out to pull Haru’s covers down—the room temperature was pleasant, so he wasn’t worried about him getting cold—. He had let his eyes wander the expanse of his brother's body, tall and lean; Haru had always been athletic even without doing any specific sport: he used to say it had been the eight years living in the middle of a forest and running around with massive dogs that had shaped him up. Just gazing at him through the thin veil of the hospital gown somehow had not been enough, though; his body reacting before he could consciously think the command, Aki had pulled on the gown, fairly sure he had ripped the knots tied at the back of it, and had pulled it up and aside. He had slid the loose boxers off Haru's legs next, leaving him bare for Aki's eyes to roam over. Giving free access for his hands to prod at the bruised yet supple body, to scrape and pinch the pink nipples, to caress along Haru's sides down to his hips—to carefully grope at his firm ass-cheeks and brush a finger over the flaccid cock resting among ash-blond coarse hair. Aki's heart had accelerated then, touching Haru so intimately. It had made Aki remember all the times he had heard his brother brag about his dates to friends, and how all the girls he had slept with had been drowning him in praise at how good he was at sex. It had left Aki reeling, had made him yearn; ache for something he had only had a vague idea of. He realized he understood it now, and there was no controlling this urge. Aki closed his hand, wet with antiseptic gel, around Haru’s soft cock and began stroking in earnest; the machines registered an increase of Haru's heartbeat, Aki's own picking up as if rising to a challenge. The sensations of it responding to his touches, of it engorging under his ministrations, made Aki blush deeper, his whole face felt on fire, his neck was probably red as well. Sitting on his brother's lap, unable to keep still as he pumped away at the cock enclosed in his fist, Aki sporadically undulated on the spot, rutting his erection over the bare skin of Haru's hip and whimpering at the much needed friction. Not long after, Aki had managed to stroke Haru to full hardness, but he wasn't satisfied. He wanted—craved—more. Aki picked up the bottle of gel and squirted a liberal amount onto his palm, again; bending his arm backward and bringing his right hand down, between the cleft of his ass-cheeks, and rubbed at his entrance in slow circles, hissing when the cool gel touched the skin. Aki wasted no time in sliding one finger inside, brows pulling together and breath hitching a bit; the first finger was easy to get used to, as was the second. He sneaked the third inside carefully, as he wasn't used to finger himself with more than two fingers, and was glad he had found that gel: he hadn't planned on doing this, so he had no lube in his school bag, and using spit alone would have been impossible. Once he deemed himself ready, he poured more gel on his hand and generously spread it over Haru’s cock while giving it a few pumps, fist tight and movements slow. Aki’s heart was beating like crazy, both anticipating and nervous, his flush spreading wider down his body; it wasn't his first time having sex (not even without a condom), but he wasn't really experienced either, and of all people he was going to do this with Haru. He had never even realized that was one of his desires, and yet he was about to go over that edge. With a deep intake of breath, Aki rose up on his knees, his ass hovering over Haru’s erection, and gingerly lowered himself onto it, one hand steadying the cock as the other rested on Haru’s hip for balance. Long wisps of air left Aki’s lungs while centimeter after centimeter of his brother’s length pushed into him, all the way down until he bottomed out, and his ass touched the warm thighs beneath him. «Fuuuck… Aniki…» Aki moaned, the overwhelming feeling making his body tremble slightly.  «Full... so big—fuck!» Before his mind could even catch up with his brain, Aki's legs and hips started moving, carrying him through the motions; muscles working frantically, he bounced up and down Haru’s cock, keeping leverage with his hands placed on his brother’s chest. His groans and the sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room, covering the beeping of the machines—the one monitoring Haru’s heart rate had gotten noisier—. Between high-pitched curses, his brother’s name fell from Aki’s biting-swollen lips. «Aniki. Aniki...!» Over and over. Aki straightened himself up, hands leaving Haru’s body to stroke his own forgotten erection and tease at his balls, to suck at his fingers to keep his moans muffled while imagining he was licking a strip of saliva up Haru’s now- occupied cock. The slightly different position allowed Haru’s length to better brush against Aki's prostate; the sharp shocks of pleasure made his back curve, he threw his head back, breath vacating his lungs in the form of a long, drown- out cry. Feeling himself getting close, with the constant rubbing of Haru’s erection over his sweet spot, Aki picked up the pace, uncaring of how badly his legs were starting to hurt or how much they were going to hurt later. He needed release soon. Haru cumming took Aki by surprise, as he was about to sit back down on his brother's cock—with no verbal warning, with how Aki’s eyelids had dropped closed in the middle of it, with how focused Aki had been on the feeling of Haru sliding in and out of him—, and he suddenly felt semen fill him where the head was still squeezed by his twitching entrance, while the rest was dripping down from his ass and along the exposed length of Haru's cock. It was warm, almost scorching, as it spurted inside him. Aki took his own aching erection in hand, pumping himself in almost bruising haste, riding on the adrenaline and lust skyrocketing at the thought that— Haru’s cock had been buried—still was, even as it was rapidly softening—deep within him. He had felt it twitch and slide against his walls, rub at his prostate. He had made Haru climax with his ass. He had had sex with Haru. «Shit—yes!» Aki panted, stroking his cock until it was an angry red and just about ready to explode. He brought his left hand backward and shoved two fingers into his entrance, lewdly loose and wet and slippery with Haru’s release, and quickly took them out; he brought the hand up to his mouth and closed his lips around the sticky, pearly cum, tongue lapping at it. He was tasting Haru’s semen. He was gone right then and there. Making an effort to keep his eyes open, Aki angled his dripping cock toward his brother’s face. Two hard strokes later, he climaxed, Haru’s name on his lips and his cum landing mostly on his brother’s exposed chest, with only a couple of drops going as far as his neck. =============================================================================== The post-coital bliss ended minutes later. Aki was straddling Haru’s lap, breathing under control and body cooling down, when he finally snapped from his lust-driven craze. He felt boneless, his legs were killing him and he was not sure they could have supported his weight right then. He really needed to move though. Taking in the scene with a clear mind for the first time since he had lost track of his thoughts, somewhere after the recalling of why he had decided to visit his brother, Aki's eyes widened and he started sweating in realization. He had had sex with Haru, his half-brother. While Haruwas unconscious. And he wanted to do it again; with Haru awake and participating, actively taking him in any way he wanted, even. «Shit, I’m so screwed.»   End Notes Uhm, yeah. What can I say? ¯\(◉‿◉)/¯ I never knew I wanted to write this pairing until the thought hit me like a punch in the gut... and wouldn't leave me alone for the past two weeks. ^^" I've tried many different takes on this, but only yesterday evening did I manage to write something satisfactory. • "Sometimes_it’s_hard_to_see_the_lines_you’ve_drawn_until_you’ve crossed_them". You can find me either here (funkyhanji) or here (littlehermitscave). :D Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!