heavenlydecree | the moon is rising on this dangerous night //

the moon is rising on this dangerous night //

[Takatora had, as usual, buried himself in work all day. He'd even stayed out far later than usual due to a few back-to-back business meetings, though he'd been kind enough to spare a few moments to let Mitsuzane know. He didn't want his younger brother to worry about where he was or why he wasn't home on time. Unfortunately, he was a bit vague with saying "probably around midnight". It had been one of those nights, meetings followed by outings and social drinking. Takatora had honestly never cared for it, but it was something he did because it made business partners happy. People talked a lot more when they had alcohol in their system as well, but Takatora had been careful to be polite in his acceptance of drinks while still going slow enough to maintain his composure. There was always the sinking concern that someone would manipulate information out of him while he was vulnerable. He couldn't allow that to happen.

By the time he returns home, it's closer to twelve-thirty. His clothing and everything about him smells of smoke and alcohol. It makes him a bit self-conscious, knowing it's completely out of character for him. He'd even, on one of his rare instances, accepted a cigarette from a colleague. It was a strange and nostalgic happening, but Takatora had thoroughly washed his mouth out afterwards. Still, the smell of smoke from that and the bar itself clung to him.

Takatora rubs at the back of his neck as he walks through the home, anxious to change out of his clothes. However, in passing Mitsuzane's door, he hesitates and then doubles back. It would be best to check on him in case he'd waited up. So he knocks, careful and light.]

Mitsuzane?

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[... still concerning.]

Mitsuzane...

[His voice has the 'what are you up to' older brother tone. He pulls back a little to look down at his brother again, not sure if he should be concerned more over the desperation or the possessiveness. ... though he's really not one to talk.]

What is this 'mine'?

[He flushes a little bit. Was that too forward? It was probably too forward.]

I just... I want you to be safe. And I don't want anyone to take you away from me. So promise me that you won't let anyone take you away from me... because I love you. I want to be the one who makes you happy...

You really haven't changed, have you?

[Despite everything... the anger, the lies... Mitsuzane was still the same person underneath all of that, wasn't he? His clingy, possessive little brother, because this was exactly the kind of behavior Takatora had dealt with when they were younger. He'd blamed it on them being children at the time, but for it to have persisted for so long...]

... I don't particularly have anyone I've ever been interested in, aside from you.

No... I can't really change who I am.

[He grins at that, bright and cheerful.]

Good. I'm glad. I mean... I want you to be happy... but I want you to be happy with me, as long as that's possible.

[Aah... How long had it been since he'd seen a look like that on Mitsuzane's face? It makes something twist inside of him, sudden and uncomfortably, and he digs his fingers into Mitsuzane's skin in an attempt to quiet it.

For now... Well, it seems like Takatora's starting to believe him.]

You really mean all of this, don't you?

[The sharp sensation is a little concerning, but nice. He shivers a little, looking up at him.]

Of course I do, nii-san. Why would I lie to you about this? You're the most important person in the world to me.

[You've lied about a lot of things, Mitsuzane. He can't ignore that.]

I'm not sure.

[It's... impossibly difficult to control himself when his brother is this adorable, which makes it even worse. He pulls at the fabric of Mitsuzane's shirt, just slightly, brushing his fingers over a bit of the exposed skin on his back.]

... but I enjoy hearing it.

[He gasps at the contact, trying to focus on Takatora's words. How is it that his brother's touch can be so good? His skin tingles slightly, and he does his best to concentrate on Takatora instead of how good that small contact feels.]

Then I'll say it to you as many times as you want. You're important... you're special... and you're precious to me.

I'm not sure I would ever get tired of hearing it.

[After all, it feels like making up for lost time. The gasp makes his muscles tighten again and oh, no, this is definitely not good. He moves his hand to Mitsuzane's stomach, brushing his fingers over the muscles, through the fabric of his shirt. Inappropriate? Most likely. Whoops.]

[Oh no. He can't exactly talk right now, as the touch to his stomach is too distracting. He lets out a quiet moan, rocking into his brother's hand, eyes closing and head tilting back. It feels so good... and it's all the better since it's Takatora doing it. He curls his fingers in the fabric of the sheets, trying to breathe.]

[Oh, that... ... that was a horrible idea. At Mitsuzane's noise, Takatora's eyes widen and his face flushes immediately. If the slight movements and actions had been enough to pull annoyingly at him, the feeling he'd experienced at that noise was like being shot. To have Mitsuzane squirming like that, moving in such a way because he's the one touching him... ... well, it also serves to make Takatora a bit more possessive.

... and he really doesn't want to stop.

Takatora hesitates, then runs his hand up Mitsuzane's chest, then around the side of his neck, before trailing down again. He keeps the pressure heavy, watching his brother's face and just enjoying the chance to be close to him.]

[He squirms slightly, trying to keep control of himself, but it's hard. He lets out a soft sigh, which pitches up into a moan as he blushes even more. The hand on his neck is... nicer than it should be, and he just leans into it.]

Takatora...

[He breathes his brother's name out softly, swallowing hard. He lets go of the sheets and instead grips at the fabric at the front of his brother's shirt, just to have something to hold on to.]

[Takatora's fairly sure he can't blush any harder at this point. His movements are careful, deliberate, as much control as he can exercise over the situation at the moment. He shivers at the tugging, lowering his head to brush a kiss over his brother's cheek.]

... when did you start calling me that?

Mm... I just thought it would be nice to hear...

[He tilts his head a bit so that he can lean into the kiss, smiling.]

I love you, nii-san... always and forever.

[Ugh, this adorable attitude is almost too much for Takatora to handle, but it does have the added benefit of allowing him to forget all of the bad things that have happened between them lately.]

I... would rather you not change...

[Hearing his first name feels a bit... disconnected. Though, he understands if Mitsuzane's doing it in an attempt to feel less awful about it being the two of them together. ... though unfortunately, Takatora feels he has a preference for things he shouldn't.]

Okay. I can do that, nii-san...

[It's a little strange to call him that in a situation like this... but if that's what Takatora wants, he doesn't really want to argue it.]

Do you want me to touch you, too?

[Takatora is far too embarrassed to be admitting that, but... well, it's best to get it out of the way early, isn't it? ... it doesn't make him too awful, does it?

... actually, he's fairly sure it does.

At the question, Takatora fumbles a bit, not sure what to say.]

Y- ... You don't have to...

If you want me to...

[He opens his eyes and looks up at his brother, gently brushing the backs of his fingers against Takatora's cheek. He moves down in careful strokes, along his jawline and his neck. He pauses at his brother's collar, stroking the exposed skin.]

I-I... it's...

[Wow, he can't remember the last time he'd stumbled this much over speaking, either. Despite his protests, Takatora leans into the touch, though the touch to his neck and his collar makes him suck in a breath without realizing it. ... oh. Had Mitsuzane remembered his reaction from the previous night? Takatora himself hadn't thought about it until now...]

[He just smiles at the stuttering and the breath, careful to slide his touch away from Takatora's injured shoulder. He keeps going, running his fingers down the other's chest and sliding over the muscles.]

Mm... you're really impressive, nii-san. Your muscles are so strong...

[He traces the outline of one of them, down to his stomach.]

Mitsuzane.

[The flattery does nothing but make him uncomfortable, though Takatora squirms once the touch reaches his stomach, clearing his throat and turning his head away in embarrassment. Oh, no. This is definitely too much. He's tempted to grab Mitsuzane's hand and nudge it away, but he fights the urge. For now.]

[He chuckles gently, and brings his touch up again, all the way back to his neck. He puts slight pressure on it, just enough to tease, and then moves back up to stroke his cheek again.]

I love you... so much. You don't even know how much. You'll always be mine... my precious nii-san...

[The pressure on his throat brings a soft noise out of Takatora, but not much more. He's... mildly disappointed that the touch stopped, but... there's always more time... right? ... though, not really, not with the way things have been going.]

Aren't I the one who should be saying things like that?

[He raises an eyebrow, and slides his hand down to his brother's throat again. Oh? Has he found something?]

Maybe... but you need to hear it, too.

[He presses in softly, trying not to use enough pressure to leave a bruise.]

Mm... nii-san...

[... oh no.

Takatora gasps in another breath, making another noise that he attempts to cut off as soon as he feels it rising. ... though he can't help the slight squirming of his body or the instinctive tilt of his head to allow Mitsuzane's access. This has certainly turned into quite the problem...]

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