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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[He just smiles, pressing his cheek against the top of Takatora's head.]

I guess that's a no on both, hm?

[Why is Takatora so cute when he's not feeling well? It's unfair...]

... don't leave...

[Takatora's voice is soft, barely audible, but he gives Micchy another squeeze. His head... isn't starting to feel any better. He really could use water and probably food, but that would require letting go.]

[He shifts and runs his hand down his brother's back, stroking it gently and slowly so as not to alarm Takatora in the state he's in.]

I'll never leave you, nii-san. I promise.

[... Maybe not what he meant, but still true.]

[The touch to his back makes him shiver and brings another light noise out of him. It really does feel far too nice to have someone else touching him. Why had he bothered going without it for so long? He slides one hand to Mitsuzane's side instead of his back, loosely holding the other's hip to keep him in place. He's... really not sure what to do with himself, but he hurts too much to try and sleep again.]

[He smiles gently, moving his hand in slow circles to try to calm his brother.]

I love you, and I promise I'll be yours forever. The two of us can get through anything.

[It's not that he doesn't have other people he's loyal to... but Takatora is his brother. There's no way he can imagine getting through life without him.]

[Takatora makes a soft, amused noise at that, giving a squeeze to Mitsuzane's hip. His hand placement might be a little inappropriate right now, but... The words are nice to hear. Comforting, even if he's not sure they're true. There's so many other influences on their lives.

Carefully, Takatora raises his head, then leans in to give Mitsuzane a soft, sweet kiss. Whoops. He ... really didn't mean to cross that line again, but his head is too fuzzy to care.]

... thank you, Mitsuzane.

[He flushes a little, but kisses Takatora back. Is this okay? He's not sure that his brother is entirely sober right now, but he doesn't really care. The kiss he presses to his brother's lips is gentle and careful. He scoots a little closer, pressing against Takatora.]

[Sober, yes, but the headache from the events of the previous night is the real issue. Takatora bites at his lip after Mitsuzane returns the kiss and it's obvious from the look on his face that the guilt is starting to creep back in. ... but he doesn't want to stop, not really, and he doesn't want to leave either. He secures his arm around his brother again.]

I'm not going in today.

Good. You look like you're not doing so well... so it's okay. You need a day off every so often anyway.

[He snuggles against Takatora, tucking his head under his brother's chin and wiggling happily. It's nice just being with him, no matter what it is. As long as he can still do the things he needs to do... it's okay.]

Mm... promise me you'll love me forever, nii-san..

[The wriggling gets another amused noise out of Takatora, something that sounds like the beginnings of a laugh. He lightly strokes Mitsuzane's back, simply enjoying the feeling of holding him there.]

-- what sort of statement is that...?

[It's... nice to know Mitsuzane cares about him so much, but it's still a little concerning.]

There's nothing that would ever stop my feelings for you.

Good. I'm glad.

[He puts an arm around his brother's waist, squeezing a little.]

You're mine. And I'll protect you, no matter what.

[Maybe it's a little forward and blatant... but he can't bring himself to care. Takatora has to know how much he cares about him. He won't let anyone take his brother away. He's never been good at sharing, after all.]

[... 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.

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