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Rei arrives home to find himself greeted by a silent stillness, precisely the sort he’s grown accustomed to. He removes his shoes and makes his way upstairs. His footsteps are just as silent as the rest of the house, and he knows precisely where to step in order to bypass creaky floorboards and uneven flooring. The upstairs hallway is long, and there’s a deep red rug running down the middle, handmade long ago by some artisan and brought to their home as a display of wealth, back when his family had any wealth to display.
It’s a familiar feeling beneath his feat. He knows precisely how many steps it will take to reach his destination as he bypasses empty guest rooms, an unused office, his parents’ bedroom, the upstairs study, and finally his own room, until he’s at the one at the end of the hall.
He doesn’t knock as he comes in, doesn’t need to. He’d been quiet and so Ritsu jolts up when the door opens, as if surprised. Rei takes in the sight of him, lying on his bed and reading a manga, not one he recognizes (something Isara leant him, he guesses, but doesn’t ask) and blinking at Rei, as if waiting for him to move.
Well. He hasn’t yet yelled get out or thrown that book at him, so that’s kind of a nice change of pace. He steps further into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click and going over to stand beside Ritsu’s bed.
It’s a nice bed, an antique four-poster with lavish curtains. Rei had once had a similar one when he was a child, but as he grew older and began cultivating his early high school image, he had switched it for a simpler bedframe, a cheaper mattress, a more modern and certainly less exquisite piece. Something other teenagers wouldn’t be put off by. Even once he’d started coffin-napping, switching up his image once again, he’d kept the department store bed at home, not wanting the hassle of dragging the older one out from the attic.
All of this is to say, Ritsu’s bed is nicer than his own. Ritsu, who’d been more than happy to revel in antique things, surrounded by history and the safety of letting in only the sorts of people who wouldn’t be put off, a treasured few. He doesn’t need to ask for permission as he sits down beside Ritsu. If his baby brother had any objections, the time to voice them would have been when Rei was in the doorway, or standing beside him, or even just about to sit down. He had not objected, so Rei sits. Ritsu spends a few moments ignoring him, though. Maybe he’s finishing his chapter, or maybe he’s just enjoying watching Rei squirm a bit.
Either way, he eventually sets the book aside and climbs onto Rei’s lap, straddling him, his hands on Rei’s shoulders as if he’s holding him down. Rei looks up at him, meeting his gaze.
“You said you’d be back on Sunday,” he says, his tone accusatory. Rei closes his eyes, trying to forestall the inevitable fight, Ritsu’s violent outbursts. If he can avoid it entirely, that’s much preferred, but it doesn’t seem likely.
“I got delayed,” Rei replies, by way of explanation. It’s true, but he knows Ritsu doesn’t accept simple explanations. A hand immediately wraps around his throat, and he sighs, tilting his head back, giving Ritsu more room. The gesture is submissive in a way he knows Ritsu hates, but he’s too tired to put up the sort of fight he knows his brother expects. If Ritsu wants to hurt him today, then he’ll hurt him. Rei never minds that, a self-described masochist but only at the hands of his sweet baby brother. If anyone else tried to touch him like this, he’d object, and quite forcefully, but he likes giving up control, to someone he trusts and adores. He knows Ritsu, in turn, likes taking and giving up control equally, even if he can be overly harsh when he engages in the former.
Rei suspects the harshness simply makes his brother feel better. Like being able to have an outlet for agony, a target for his misdirected emotional pain. ‘Know thy enemy’ becomes a little trickier when one’s enemy is one’s self, one’s own mind, or even one’s very flesh. Because of this, Ritsu seeks solace in shared blood, similar flesh. Someone who knows what he deals with, physically. Someone who can sympathize with the goings-on of his brain.
Rei lets out a shaky, excited breath, and finds his airway only partially obstructed. Ritsu is feeling merciful, it seems, or maybe it’s because he hasn’t really gotten into it yet. He inhales a little, as if to point out that gentleness, and Ritsu squeezes harder. Rei smiles, pleased to find himself getting delightfully lightheaded, and closes his eyes so he can just enjoy the feeling. When the hand withdraws, he takes a few quick gasps and opens his eyes to see Ritsu watching him closely. His expression is one of intense scrutiny, and Rei just waits for him to work through whatever he’s trying to work through.
“You got delayed,” he says flatly, picking up the conversation where Rei had left it moments ago, as if he hadn’t interrupted it by choking him.
“I’m sorry,” Rei whispers, and means it. He never knows if he’s going to come home to a Ritsu placated by Isara or someone in his unit, or one who falls into old, childish habits and tries, pointlessly, to punish his brother for leaving again.
“Make it up to me,” Ritsu demands in response. Rei relaxes a little. That he at least knows what to do with.
He grabs Ritsu by the hips and flips them both over, so he’s on top. Ritsu watches him, and Rei remembers when he could still prompt arousal in Ritsu with something like this, but of course it’s harder now, he can’t expect him to stay so easily easy to excite forever. It was adorable back then, but now Rei needs to work harder. He understands, accepts it, finds it enjoyable to peel back the layers and see what makes Ritsu tick, watching his desires and preferences evolve the more people he comes into contact with.
“As you wish, my dear, darling brother,” he breathes, right by Ritsu’s ear as he begins working at the buttons of his shirt with one hand, the other pinning him down.
Ritsu relaxes underneath him. “Don’t be gross,” he hisses, his tone far harsher than his body language is communicating, so Rei knows he doesn’t mean it this time. Not that he minds when Ritsu calls him gross, he honestly finds it more arousing than anything, but this poorly-hidden tenderness is welcome, too. Oh, Ritsu must have missed him terribly. He feels bad, but he can’t help but feel a slight thrill as well and he hopes it doesn’t show on his face.
“Is it gross to tell you how much I adore you?” he asks, and Ritsu shoves at him as if trying to push him off. Rei stays where he is as Ritsu pretends to struggle and waits for him to calm down a little more. When he does, he finishes unbuttoning Ritsu’s shirt and slides it off his shoulders before undoing his pants. His touch is light, gentle, his fingertips ghosting over Ritsu’s stomach and along his hipbones. He could spend all night just like this if his brother would allow him, tracing shapes along his skin and enjoying the way he reacts to every little touch.
“Anija…” Ritsu sighs.
“Yes, my love?”
“Ugh, don’t call me that. Just hurry up and fuck me, or I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”
Rei’s eyebrows lift slightly at that. This is new. “And what would that entail?” he asks carefully. Surely his sweet, lazy little brother didn’t suddenly develop an appetite for a more dominant role. Rei has never been fucked before, but of course he’d let Ritsu do it if he asked. There’s very little he’d deny him. Surely this isn’t that, though. Ritsu puts his hand on Rei’s chest again, this time with a little more force. Rei, curious to see where this is going, cooperates.
Once he’s back on his back, Ritsu finishes undressing, taking his clothes off and tossing them aside before reaching down to tear at Rei’s. He’s less careful, and, well… it’s a good thing buttons are easy enough to replace and sew on, he thinks, as one goes flying across the room, beneath the dresser, surely to be unearthed only by future generations when someone finally takes it upon themselves to move that sturdy old piece of furniture.
Ritsu’s hands are as demanding as the rest of him, you see. And his voice is as cold as ever as he speaks again. “Anija, you’re staring at me.”
Rei blinks, tilts his head as best he can with how it’s lying on one of Ritsu’s over-stuffed soft pillows, and laughs. What else is he ever supposed to look at?
“Yes, Ritsu, of course I am.”
Ritsu yanks his belt off and holds it in his hands, as if considering whether to do something with it before it’s tossed aside and Rei’s trousers are the next target of his attack, and soon Rei is in nothing but his underwear. He’s hard already, something that surely comes as no surprise, and Ritsu sits down on his lower abdomen, his ass pressed to Rei’s clothed dick. It’s not the most elegant form of torture, but that doesn’t make it less effective. Ritsu naked on top of him, his own clothing in the way. Any attempt to remove that last treacherous piece of cloth will require moving Ritsu off his lap, which at this moment feels like a fate worse than death.
“Ritsu,” he whines, which prompts a wicked smile.
“Yes, onii-chan?” he purrs, just to see Rei squirm. He’s going to call him gross, or perverse, or one of a dozen other things Rei absolutely deserves to be called. He can’t really bring himself to care. His hand moves behind him and he presses his palm to Rei’s cock, applying just enough pressure for it to start to hurt.
“Let me have you,” Rei gasps.
Ritsu leans down to kiss him, open-mouthed and with teeth. He bites at anything he can, lips, tongue, whatever. He’s always kissed like this. Rei takes pride in the feeling that surely he is the only one who can handle such a kiss. He feels the metallic tang of blood in his mouth and a sharp pain at his lower lip. It probably won’t be noticeable, and anyway, wounds in the mouth heal faster than most.
When Ritsu pulls back, he looks down at him blankly. “Say please.”
“Please,” he replies immediately.
“How do you want me?”
“Anything,” Rei whispers, like a prayer. “Whatever you want.”
He gets a nod in response to that, and he feels relief settle over him. He could turn this around if he really tried, pin his brother down and have his way with him, he knows Ritsu would like that, and Rei likes whatever Ritsu likes.
But Ritsu seems interested in carrying on this way, this performance of dominance. As if he’s not always in complete control, even when Rei is pinning him down. As if Rei’s even capable of resisting his brother’s whims.
“Anything?” Ritsu prompts, and Rei nods eagerly. “Anything I want?”
He reaches over for the lube, sitting up on his knees and leaning over so his chest is pressed to Rei’s face, which is a lovely sight. He grabs it and shifts back, just a little. He’s still so close, and so beautiful. If there was a way to commit this sight to memory, he would, but even a photograph (too risky anyway) wouldn’t do Ritsu justice. His brows are furrowed as he drizzles a generous amount onto his hand and reaches back to prepare himself. Rei, of course, cannot turn his eyes away.
He always takes a long time preparing himself. Rei is willing to wait, of course, but the anticipation is starting to make him ache. Denial makes the reward sweeter, he reminds himself. A glance at Ritsu’s cock shows he’s no less desirous. He’s hard, too, leaking a little as he moves his fingers in and out, making sure there’s enough lube before they really begin.
Rei almost doesn’t want to wait, and he wants to reach out and touch, but when he lifts his hand, Ritsu swats it away with his free one. He sighs and settles it on Ritsu’s thigh instead, as if steadying him, or trying to. Ritsu meets his gaze, then grabs his wrist.
“Give me your hand. Palm up,” he commands. He complies, uncertain only until he watches Ritsu grab the lube again, pouring it onto Rei’s fingers. He nods, understanding, and Ritsu sits up to make more space, guides Rei’s hand between his legs, until Rei’s able to slip a finger into him from beneath, then another. Ritsu puts both hands on Rei’s chest now and lets out a deep groan as he leans forward, just rocking his hips, pressing back against his fingers as he fucks himself on them.
His mouth is open and his eyes are closed. Rei’s as captivated as ever, but really, he needs something, this isn’t fair.
“Ritsu—” he begins, only to be shushed immediately, Ritsu leaning forward to kiss him again, this time somehow with more biting. “Ritsu, please—”
“You said ‘anything’ I want, Anija.”
“I said let me have you. This isn’t that,” he whispers, breathily, and he sees the flash of sadistic, excited malice in the red eyes above him.
“You’ll get it, I promise. But you left me alone for so long, can’t I have a little fun?”
“Do I need to beg?”
“No way, you’re gross when you beg. You say embarrassing things.”
“I only tell you how beautiful you are, how much I need you. Please, Ritsu, take pity on your onii-chan…!”
Ritsu sighs. “I told you not to beg and you do it anyway? It’s like you want me to keep denying you.”
He does, he really does. He shakes his head anyway, of course, this is all more fun for Ritsu if he thinks he’s being contrary or keeping Rei from something he wants, as if there’s anything he could do that Rei wouldn’t want.
“Please,” he whispers again, deliberately sounding pathetically hopefully. Either Ritsu gives in or he keeps denying him. Either way, Rei is satisfied. That’s the trick with Ritsu, being satisfied with whatever he gives you. This is love, of course, and Rei again considers the fact that he’s one of the few equipped to love him like that.
Finally Ritsu sits up further, moving off Rei’s fingers, and hums. He reaches back and tugs Rei’s underwear down. Rei reaches down to pull them off the rest of the way and kicks them aside. He wraps his hand around Rei’s cock, squeezing gently but mostly just holding him still as he moves back, slowly taking him into himself.
Rei closes his eyes as he feels the tip enter him, sighing like he was in agony and this is the only thing that’s ever brought relief. Ritsu rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything. Small mercies, or maybe he’s just enjoying the feeling as much as Rei is and can’t think about anything else either.
“Ritsu…!” Rei gasps, which prompts a breathless little laugh.
He takes just a moment to adjust before moving, his eyes closed, brows furrowing. “Missed this…” he whispers.
Rei’s expression softens, but Ritsu’s eyes are still shut tight so he doesn’t see it. “You’re always so tight, Ritsu, you might really be the death of me one day…”
Ritsu smiles at that, despite himself. His hands are still on Rei’s chest, and he digs his nails in a little, just enough to leave red marks on his skin. It’s not enough to make him bleed. They’ll fade soon, they might not even last the night. Oh, what a shame, but he understands.
“You always say that.”
“I mean it every time. I don’t know how you do it…”
Ritsu shrugs, lifting one shoulder before letting it fall. Like many of his other movements, it’s languid and lazy and beautiful.
“More, come on, Ritsu,” he gasps, grabbing Ritsu by the hips and thrusting up, just once. Ritsu whines at the sudden movement, having set the pace entirely thus far. A smile forms and Rei repeats the motion. “What’s the matter, Ritsu?”
“Anija…” he hisses, eyes falling shut.
“No, don’t call me that, not while I’m inside you, call me onii-chan, Ritsu,” he breathes, squeezing his waist as he does it one more time, and Ritsu rewards him with another high, whiny moan.
“Onii-chan… don’t be a dick…”
Rei grins at that, he can’t help it. The expression is one of delight, showing off his fangs. “Ritsu, I’m not going to last long after all the teasing you did. You know that, right?”
“What? You’re not even any good as a sex toy, you know that? Pathetic, gross, useless Anija,” Ritsu breathes, and those words, coupled with how deliciously tight he is, send Rei over the edge. He comes inside him, making Ritsu gasp, the sound high and shaky. “Fuck…! Seriously? Does being called gross turn you on that much?”
Rei just nods, his hands immediately on Ritsu’s hips as he flips them both over so Ritsu’s on his back. He pulls out of him slowly, watching as Ritsu’s lips part in a delicious gasp and he’s almost there, Rei can tell. He wraps a hand around Ritsu’s cock and moves it until Ritsu’s spilling in his hand. He smiles and brings his hand to his lips, tasting his come. It’s bitter, like anyone’s, but he loves it anyway. Ritsu wrinkles his nose, but refrains from insulting him again. Rei sees him try and fail to completely hide a smile behind that look of distaste.
He closes his eyes to try and keep hiding it, but Rei isn’t fooled. He shakes his head affectionately and picks Ritsu up. “Come on. Bathtime.”
“Don’t wanna,” Ritsu sighs, but allows it.
“All I want to do in this moment is clean you up. Please, allow your brother a single indulgence.”
“A single one? What was everything else I just did?”
“Ritsu, that was all for you and you know it,” he says, and it’s true. Just because Rei benefitted doesn’t mean it wasn’t.
Ritsu sighs, but leans against his chest. “Fine, fine…”
Rei smiles to himself. He doesn’t like being away, but he does always love coming home.