呉島 貴虎 | kureshima takatora (
heavenlydecree) wrote2015-02-01 12:56 pm
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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?
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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[He closes his eyes and curls up a bit, turning away.]
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[He grabs at his brother and tries to turn him around again.]
I love you very much. Nothing you could do would change my feelings for you.
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I just... I just want you to love me, and I know you love me like that too... and I just thought... that's what you would want. I want to be close to you and I want to touch you and... you're really hot, nii-san. It's hard to control myself around you...
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When Mitsuzane reaches for his hand and misses, Takatora grabs for Mitsuzane's instead.]
What I want is to be close to you. I want to protect you, keep you safe, and make you believe above all else how much you mean to me. Whatever it takes to convince you of that... I'll consider.
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I want to help nii-san, too. I want to protect him and keep him safe... and no matter what tries to hurt you, I'll help you fight it. You're my brother... I want you to feel good, not terrible. I want to make you smile, not cry... I know you've been... doing work with dangerous things...
[He looks at his brother's shoulder pointedly, before looking back at him.]
... So nii-san can tell me whatever he needs in order to let me help him...
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I'll be fine, Mitsuzane.
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No. Things are getting really dangerous out there... and I don't know what I would do if something happened to you. So you need to promise that you'll let me protect you. Let me be your armor, nii-san. Let me help you.
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It's my responsibility to look out for you. Lie back down.
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I understand that. I know how strong you are. I know how capable you are. I simply don't want you involved. It's not a reflection on your abilities, it's... .... a selfish desire of mine, because I want to keep you safe.
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And you don't think I don't want you safe, too? Let me take a little bit of your burden, so that I can make it easier for you.
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[This was the same thing they'd argued about last night, wasn't it? The mark on his face aches at the memory.]
I... don't know where to begin, with that sort of thing. I've done everything on my own until now. To share with someone else seems impossible.
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[He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to his brother's lips in an attempt to calm him down. He hesitates, then kisses him again, a little bit harder, before pulling back and putting more space between them.]
... please don't hate me.
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... I don't hate you. You may frustrate me sometimes, but I could never hate you.
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Good night, nii-san...
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... good night, Mitsuzane.
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Takatora sets the tablet on the side table, scooting back down into bed a bit more. He tugs at Mitsuzane, wrapping an arm tightly around his waist and tugging the other back against his chest.]
Mitsuzane, it's all right...
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[Being so comforting nowadays is still horribly unfamiliar, but he's... trying. Takatora keeps his brother close, tilting his head down to press a kiss to the back of the other's shoulder. If he gets hit by accident with Mitsuzane's flailing, it's something he's willing to accept, though his brother seems to calm down quickly once he wakes up.]
You're all right. I'm here. You're safe.
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[The fact that he was in such obvious distress bothers him. He should be able to control himself, even while asleep. But he's not complaining about his brother's touch, shivering very slightly.]
I didn't mean to disturb you...
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