the moon is rising on this dangerous night //

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[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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[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?

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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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[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.]

[grapeeater]

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?

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[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...

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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.]

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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...]

[grapeeater]

[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.]

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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.]

[grapeeater]

[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...

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[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?

[grapeeater]

[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...

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[... 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...]

[grapeeater]

Ah~ I found it~.

[He can't help the playful lilt of his voice as he pushes a little harder, shifting so that he's pushing Takatora down a bit and sitting up over him.]

Oh, nii-san... how embarrassing...

[heavenlydecree]

[That voice just makes it worse and oh, he was so sure he could never stand to be teased, but it's so much different when it's Mitsuzane in control... He tilts his head back, allowing himself to be a bit louder when a moan slips through. ... this... he shouldn't be doing this...]

[grapeeater]

[He straddles his brother's hips and adds his other hand in, pressing down for a moment to cut off his air for a few seconds before letting go. His grin is more of a smirk now, and he rocks back a bit.]

Tell me what you want me to do to you, nii-san. Tell me how much you want me to touch you...

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[As soon as Takatora's airflow is cut off, his hands shoot to grab Mitsuzane's wrists. He holds them tightly, a slight look on panic on his face as though he's not sure if he'll let go or not. However, when he does, Takatora gasps in a long breath, writhing a bit underneath his brother, which also has the unfortunate side effect of letting Mitsuzane know exactly how affected he's been by everything.

To have someone exploiting his weaknesses like this... Well, no one had ever done it before. No one had ever taken charge of him like this. And despite how often he'd thought about it, to have Mitsuzane be the one doing it.... he can't complain. The words send another shiver through his body, causing such a reaction that for a moment Takatora can't think straight.]

Mitsuzane...

[grapeeater]

Mm? I can't do anything good to you until you tell me what you want, nii-san.

[He draws the words out, an impish grin on his lips. He rolls his hips a bit, drawing his shirt up a little to expose his stomach, and glances down at his brother.]

Ah... unless you want me to just try things until I guess right? I could do that, nii-san...

[He bends over a bit so he can grasp at his brother's wrists to hold them back. He's aware that he likely can't hold them for long, but for now... he can do his best to hold them on either side of his brother's head and roll his hips again.]

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[Even if Mitsuzane isn't strong enough to restrain him, Takatora allows it and doesn't fight, other than a small display of (lightly) tugging at the hold to at least make it seem like he's resisting at first. The lift of Mitsuzane's shirt gets a soft alarmed gasp out of him, though he tilts his head back again at the roll of his brother's hips and makes a noise that sounds far more desperate than he'd like. He has to stop this... they can't... ... they can't really...]

Mitsuzane...

[He sounds like he wants to say something else, but he can't function enough to say anything else.]

[grapeeater]

Yes, nii-san? You're awfully quiet...

[He stops, though he doesn't let go of his brother's wrists. He looks down curiously, eyes wide and innocent.]

[heavenlydecree]

[This dual personality thing is really doing a number on Takatora. ... and his body. It takes a few moments, a few long moments before he can begin to form words. What... What should he say? He doesn't want to stop, even though they should. ... is Mitsuzane ready for this? Should he really allow them to keep going? Even if it's what Mitsuzane wants.....

Takatora squirms under Mitsuzane's gaze, then clears his throat and turns his head away.]

... whatever you'd like... ... is acceptable...

[... he should be more clear, shouldn't he? Takatora's face flushes more.]

... you can do what you like with me.

[Oh this is horrible... If there was any sort of hell, Takatora's sure this would be enough to send him there. ... but he's sure he's already going anyway, if there is one.]

[grapeeater]

Ah? But nii-san, this is supposed to be about both of us, not just one of us...

[He lets his brother's wrists go and presses down on the base of his windpipe again, long enough for Takatora to struggle a little bit, before letting go and bending to kiss the skin gently. He slides down a bit so that he's positioned a bit further back, and tugs at his own nightshirt.]

Ah... this is getting in the way, isn't it? If I want to show you anything interesting...

[Slowly, carefully, he tugs at the sleeves, before stopping.]

Maybe not yet... I don't even know if nii-san would like that. Nii-san's been so quiet... I wonder if nii-san is okay~.

[heavenlydecree]

[Oh for god's sake. Takatora gasps in another breath, a bit more uncomfortable that time, but the kiss seems to comfort him. The tugging of Mitsuzane's shirt flusters him a bit. Being called out on his silence makes Takatora fumble for words again.]

A-ah... Forgive me... ... this... ... I'm distracted...

[By staring at his brother and wondering how in the world he got wrapped up in this.]

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[He chuckles a little bit, tugging at his shirt once more.]

Well, since you apologized...

[He tugs his shirt off slowly, up over his head before he finally frees himself from it, setting it to the side and rolling his shoulders to show off his muscles. Maybe it's not the most proper... but he so rarely gets to show those off.]

Ah... how does nii-san like me now?

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[That... well... it's something Takatora hasn't seen in a very long time. And in this context, seeing Mitsuzane's exposed skin has an entirely different meaning. He takes a long, deep breath, before he puts his hands on Mitsuzane's hips, at least as much as he can from their current positioning. In one (mildly clumsy) movement, Takatora attempts to hold him while turning to throw his brother onto the bed to lean over him.]