Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/4122334. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 終わりのセラフ_|_Owari_no_Seraph_|_Seraph_of_the_End Relationship: Hiiragi_Kureto/Hiiragi_Shinya Character: Hiiragi_Kureto, Hiiragi_Shinya Additional Tags: Oral_Sex, Implied_Childhood_Sexual_Abuse Series: Part 1 of Subordinate Stats: Published: 2015-06-12 Words: 1250 ****** Subordinate ****** by Emma_(KarasunoShugoshin) Summary As an adoptee, Shinya is beaten and bullied by the rest of the Hiiragi house. If he's going to survive in this place, he needs to find someone who can protect him. Notes This is for Chaco, who I blame for all my kureshin related smut- ideas. I wanted to explore the possibility of how a canon sexual relationship between Kureto and Shinya could have arisen, and this is what I came up with. Um, also, yea I don't know how old they are supposed to be, so this is pretty dark I guess because it's not clear. I just went with how I thought it would happen in canon. Kureto was sure it hadn’t been intentional on his part. He had just happened to be in the adjacent corridor when he heard the sobs. Well, it wasn’t so uncommon in Hiiragi house, so really ought to ignore it. Still, he glanced into the room anyway. There in the middle of the room was Shinya, the child adopted into his family as a part of a brutal selection process, a contracted mate for the family’s heir. However, it was clear that his betrothed had abandoned him or he wouldn’t have been collapsed in a crumpled heap beaten half to death, probably, Kureto thought, by one of his more badly behaved uncles. Blue eyes flashed as Shinya noticed his presence. “Have you come to laugh at me?” He spat at Kureto before a coughing fit seized his body, blood seeping through his fingers as Shinya tried to cover his mouth. “I haven’t,” Kureto answered. After all, what was the point. They were all caught in this web of destiny. There were the powerful who stood at the top, and the powerless who were trampled underfoot. It had always been this way. Kureto, like Shinya, was just one more pawn in the universe’s game. It was only chance that placed him on the side of the powerful, while Shinya knelt bleeding on the ground. “Then…” Kureto heard a hoarse whisper, “Please…help me.” Shinya’s hands were balled into fists, his eyes glaring at the ground as if cursing its existence, as he bartered away his pride. “Why should I protect you?” Kureto asked. “You belong to Mahiru, and contests between siblings in this family are…unwise.” Shinya rubbed his forearm against his face, wiping away the tears he couldn’t hold back from his eyes. But for the split second Kureto saw those overflowing blue eyes, he felt something spark in his chest, and thought, for some unknown reason, that they were beautiful. “Don’t worry about that. You know she hates me,” Shinya laughed bitterly, putting on his usual smile. The smile, Kureto had been told, that had preserved him as the last survivor of the Hiiragi spousal selection process. “How about I suck you off, nii-san?” Shinya’s tone dripped with mocking and bitterness, “After all, it works on those geezers, and with your face like that, there’s no way you’re popular with girls.” Kureto chuckled to himself, shaking his head. Even in a situation like this, Shinya was making everything into a joke. Seriously, what an irritating guy. He walked over to Shinya, still kneeling on the floor, and grabbed his chin, watching as he winced from the pain of still untended injuries. “And what if I take you up on that?” Kureto asked, his voice matching Shinya’s derisive tone. “Well,” Shinya said, his smile seemingly more innocent–too innocent to be genuine. “First, lend me your handkerchief so I can wiped the blood off my face, unless you get off on that look.” Kureto almost rolled his eyes, but still reached into his pocket and offered the cloth to Shinya. “Then,” the defiance in Shinya’s voice almost seemed to falter for a moment. “Protect me from them.” Kureto released his grip on Shinya’s face, not saying anything. He was curious to see what would happen next. Strangely, his adopted little brother was impossible to read. Shinya wiped the blood of his face with Kureto’s handkerchief, dabbing gingerly at the cut in his mouth. He looked down at the cloth, clearly ruined, and tossed it to the side. Shinya sat up on his knees and grabbed at Kureto’s belt. Kureto barely managed to suppress a flinch as he eyes widened in surprise. Apparently, this time, Shinya wasn’t kidding around. The thoughts in Kureto’s brain temporarily scrambled as he tried to figure out what to do, but before he could push him away, Shinya had his dick out and deep in his mouth, and there was no helping it after that. Shinya swirled his tongue around the base of his shaft, and before he even knew what he was happening, Kureto had let out a groan and placed his hands on Shinya’s head, fingers tangling in his white hair. Shinya stayed like that for a while, teasing with his tongue and bringing Kureto to hardness. Then, he wrapped his hands around Kureto and began stroking him as his lips slipped off with a pop. Kureto was really hard now, and he felt like he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. “Hmmm?” Shinya poked at the head of his dick with one hand, while the other continued its rhythmic pace. “Nii-san is really big. I guess that’s how it is if you’re full-blooded Hiiragi, I suppose.” Shinya stuck his tongue out, peeled back Kureto’s foreskin with his fingers, and began to tease the tip of his cock with his tongue. Kureto inhaled sharply and tightened his grip on Shinya’s hair. It was getting really hard to concentrate. “Tell me when you’re about to cum, ok, nii-san? I’ve got cuts in my mouth and I don’t want them to hurt.” Was the last thing Shinya said before he began sucking him in earnest, bobbing his head up and down on Kureto as his fingers teased and stroked. Kureto was getting more and more concerned with just how damn good this felt, and how it probably shouldn’t, and how he was just a pubescent boy with too many responsibilities because of all the crap it meant to be a Hiiragi, but that if those responsibilities came with privileges like this then maybe, just maybe, he could say to hell with Mahiru and make Shinya his own, because no one in his relatively short life had ever made him feel this good. “Shinya…I’m,” Kureto barely managed through gritted teeth, and pulled out just in time to spurt all over Shinya’s face. And that should not have looked this erotic, but damn it did. “Ugh, nii-san, give me more warning than that,” Shinya complained, moving to reach for the dirty handkerchief again. But Kureto didn’t release his grip on his head, but merely moved his fingers over Shinya’s face, smearing his cum over his lips and inserting thumb and forefinger into Shinya’s mouth, forcing it open. Kureto just gazed at him like that, at Shinya’s half-open eyes, cum-stained lips, and mouth opened wide just for him, and it gave him such a feeling of power and control, he couldn’t help but feel this unbearable sensation of exhilaration welling up in his chest. This was it. This was what he wanted. “Shinya,” He said. “From now on, you’re my subordinate. So don’t do this with anyone else. If anyone tries to touch you, use my name.” Shinya pushed him away. “Geez, you don’t have to be so dramatic about it,” Shinya said, grabbing the handkerchief and waving it like a flag of surrender. Kureto chuckled at that last comment. Somehow, it was so Shinya. Shinya tried to clean himself up, but just managed to smear blood back on himself, so he gave up. Kureto helped him up, wrapping his arm around Shinya’s thin waist to steady him. When Shinya tried to push him away, he refused, wanting to hold him close, and Shinya eventually acquiesced with an exasperated sigh as Kureto led him to the family doctor for treatment. Kureto couldn’t help but think that he had made an excellent subordinate that day. Now, the only thing he had to worry about was how to keep him. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!