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Both were fated to fall in their final duel… a lesson, perhaps, in pride and hubris.
But if Yone had anything to say in the matter, fate didn’t much matter to him. Never had, but especially not so in this case. He would defy it all to save a life.
Not his own, but that of his brother’s.
Maybe with his death, the wrongly accused Yasuo would finally be able to regain the honor to his name. Yone would never actually believe his brother to be a murderer— he did not have the heart for it, that much he was certain of. He was arrogant and foolish at times, but also held a very strong sense of justice. Not someone who could ever take a life for no reason.
Perhaps the blame would be tied to his corpse, the truth buried to the ground as he would take it with him.
And all would return to normal, except for himself.
For his brother to be able to return to his normal life, this was a fine price for him to play. Yone had no regrets as he adjusted his stance, careful not to make too obvious a mistake— all the better if Yasuo would never know that he had no intention on winning their duel to the death.
Just watch, brother. He was going to make it all better.
If all of the troubles in Yasuo’s life could be fixed by him giving up his life, it was well worth it for him.
Yone thought about it briefly as he let his stance stutter slightly as Yasuo sent a strong gust of wind towards him with a slash of his sword, granting him a moment with his defenses entirely down. The innocent smile his brother had often shown him, the proud smirk he had on his face as he showed himself off, the curious eyes so full of love for the world they lived in.
Ah. He was going to miss him.
But if the only alternative was either Yasuo or both of them dying, then...
There truly never was a choice, only an illusion of one. As Yone could never bring himself to harm his brother.
And as Yasuo struck him down with his sword, the older brother smiled as he accepted the blow, the pain, the sudden surge of emotions that washed through him as he contemplated his upcoming death.
He will never get another chance.
It will go to the grave with him.
He was already delirious enough with the loss of blood from the deep wound on the left side of his chest where Yasuo had just stabbed his blade through his chest. Yone's strong sense of right and wrong slipped him for just that one moment of weakness. Just long enough for him to make what he would later consider both a blessing and a grave mistake.
Whether he actually meant to say it or not, he couldn’t stop the words from slipping out of his lips with a mouthful of blood, a peaceful smile tugging at his lips as he reached the desired outcome. His death.
“I love you, Yasuo.”
Yone would die. His brother would hopefully be able to regain his honor and lead a normal life, happy.
And that was enough for him.
And while he could barely register Yasuo desperately clinging onto him, shouting at him, he could no longer react to any of it. The loss of blood was too much, draining his life rapidly. Yone let his eyes flutter close, at peace with the way things played out.
I hope you lead a happy life, brother.
That was the end of his tale.
Or so it was supposed to be.
When Yone opened up his eyes, he could see a bright field of flowers and grass filling every bit of his field of vision, cherry blossom trees lining up the roadsides. The only sound he could hear was that of the gentle wind blowing over the otherwise silent scenery, a seemingly endless supply of pink petals lining up the grass and fluttering in the air.
He instinctively glanced down, yet as his hands grasped at his chest, he could see no wound, no blood. No sign of his brother’s trusted sword stabbing through his skin. No trace of pain remained, either.
And yet it had definitely happened. It was no dream, it was a reality Yone had lived through. He had made his peace and died at the hands of Yasuo in an attempt to save the other's future.
Yet here he was, wherever “here” happened to be.
Yone rose to his feet, expecting to feel wobbly or weak after what had happened— and yet, he felt just as strong as ever, light in his steps as he made his way over the field of flowers and onto the road.
Something was wrong, and not just his strange lack of being dead as he should have been. The air felt unnatural. He felt a strange urge to be on his guard and ready to strike at a moment’s notice, as if there was an invisible threat just looming over him constantly. Everythng felt too... abnormal. Far too quiet.
"This is the spirit realm." Yone just about jumped out of his skin as he pulled both of his swords from their scabbards, pointing them towards the sudden voice. He hadn't sensed this person's presence at all— for someone to be able to sneak this close to him without his knowledge, they must have been considerably powerful.
A soft chuckle. "Don't worry. I'm here to guide you, not hurt you." Yone's gaze dropped downwards as he couldn't see anyone in front of him despite the soft voice— only to notice a small fox sitting in front of him in the middle of the road. The fox tilted its head at him in greeting, straightening its legs as it stood up.
"Guide me? I am supposed to be dead. You say this is the spirit realm?" Yone's gaze flickered back up to the picturesque scenery surrounding them. For the afterlife, it truly was as beautiful as the tales told.
"Spirit realm isn't necessarily what mortals would call the "afterlife", no. You are somewhere… in between. I'm here to guide you, if you wish for it," the fox sounded like it was smiling. How strange.
"Guide me where, to death?" Yone's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the fox-like creature now standing on its feet in front of him. He would consider this an oddity of a dream at best if the haunting, very real, memory of dying at Yasuo's hands wasn't still very fresh in his mind. No, this must be real— if that was the right word to use. At the very least, it wasn't a dream.
"Guide you wherever you wish to go. Be it back to life or to death, or… to tie up loose ends," the fox almost seemed like it was smiling as Yone's heart skipped a beat. Yasuo. "I know your situation and have traveled with a companion who would very much like to see you." It felt too good to be true. Nothing in life— or death — would be so simple.
"And you are doing this from the goodness of your heart?" Yone's eyes sharpened in a distrusting manner as his grip tightened on his swords— if anything, the fox could be a demon waiting to feed on his fears. Weaknesses. Afterlife was not devoid of such creatures, nor did he lack the knowledge of these things.
The fox stilled for a moment before jumping up— and as its feet touched the ground again, they were no longer paws. Where the fox had just been, now stood a long-sleeved girl with poofy nine tails and flowy pink hair trailing behind her. "No, I owe it to Yasuo for the kindness he has shown me in our travels together. My name is Ahri and I have been working alongside him for quite some time now. I know his heart is still in mourning for someone he has lost and have decided to try and help him— which is how I found you and pulled you to the spirit realm. Here is where I have the most power— and where I can pull you back to the mortal realm, if you let me."
It was a dizzying tale. Ahri's smile seemed sincere and her words dripped with concern for Yasuo— just the mention of him had Yone's heart aching in ways he didn't know was any longer possible. "Some time... Exactly how long have I been dead for?" Can someone even be resurrected after such a long time? For Ahri to be even able to pull him to the spirit realm from death… She must truly possess some great power.
"It has been almost eleven years since you died at the hands of Yasuo. I'm able to bring you back to the realm of the living, but must borrow the power of a demon to do so. In doing so… you would become one with this demon, sharing body and soul. If you don't wish for that, I may instead release your soul into the afterlife. To rest."
It was a lot of information to take in at once. Eleven long years… Yone wondered if Yasuo still thought of him, as much as he had thought of him— so much so that he hadn't even been able to rest in peace. Unable to let go. Clinging to the last remnants of his consciousness, sense of self. All for him.
To be able to go back to him, even if just to lay his old burdens to rest, merely by giving up a part of himself to a demon?
For him, it was a small price to pay. Yone had been willing to give up his whole self before- no meddling demon would be able to stop him from reuniting with his brother.
"I'll do it." Yone's eyes were calm and resolute as he stood in front of Ahri, sheathing his swords. Even if the whole thing was the temptation of a demon, a sugary lie to let him into giving up the control in his body— so be it. He had every confidence in his abilities of besting a vile entity within his own mind.
The fox smiled gently as she raised a hand in front of her— offering him a beautiful sword, the blade painted dazzling shades of light blue, pink and white. "The spirit of the demon rests inside of this blade. Should you take the power of it as your own, you will undergo a physical change. But in return, you will also be able to return to the mortal world, to walk upon it as an undead being. Is this... what you desire?"
Yone looked at the sword held out in front of him. He still remembered it all so clearly— the desperate look in Yasuo's eyes, the hurt in his voice, the way he begged him not to die. To not leave him.
"It is." He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the blade, pulling it from Ahri's grasp— accepting the power of the demon as his own.
And so did his entire world go dark.
An almost unfamiliar reflection stared back at Yone in the water of the pond as he leaned over the edge, staring. Reaching out with a hand, he touched the water ever so slightly— just enough to disrupt the smooth picture reflected on the surface. Almost expecting it to change, to reflect something entirely else. Yet as the ripples smoothed out, the same youthful face stared right back at him.
He had expected to look more demonic after the fusion, not mostly similar to how he had looked whole eleven years ago. The blue horns now adorning his head and the similarly blue arm of his were definitely a new, nonhuman addition. But other than that, Yone looked mostly the same as back when he had been alive— unless the time he had spent dead had managed to dull his sense of self.
There was a distant voice inside of his head, reminding him of the demonic presence he now shared a body with— a problem Yone was more willing to tackle another day. He had gained his bearings, if barely. And now, he had a more pressing issue to attend to.
Where was he— and where was Yasuo?
Yone had assumed— evidently incorrectly— that Ahri would just pull him to the mortal realm exactly where she and his brother were. Yet that didn't seem to be the case— when he had opened up his eyes, he had laid on the leafen ground right next to a small pond. Alone. It was utterly quiet except for the wind, devoid of any company.
The wind… Perhaps it could still serve as a guide for him as well.
Yone abandoned the pond to step further into the forest, seeking for a spot where the wind resonated within him the strongest. While Yasuo had always been better at wielding the wind as a weapon, Yone was still more than capable of reading it for guidance. Perhaps it could serve to guide him to where he wanted to be— needed to be. To whom he ached to see again.
He sat down in an opening between the trees where he could feel the power of the wind the best, taking a meditational stance as he let himself close his eyes and open up his senses to its guidance. Take the power in as his own, hear its teachings. Let it lead him towards where he needed to go. Wished to be.
It was... close. Very close. In fact…
As Yone opened up his eyes, he could see two familiar silhouettes emerging between the trees right ahead of where he was currently sitting. His heart jumped up to his throat as he stared at Yasuo, unable to both utter a single word nor tear his eyes away.
He really was still alive.
Ahri appeared to notice him first— perhaps she had been aware of his whereabouts after all. With a gentle nudge on Yasuo's shoulder and a few whispered words he couldn't make out from where he sat, she stepped back to let them have a moment to themselves.
Yasuo's eyes set on his, and Yone could almost feel the tension in his body as he came to a frigid stop, just staring at him.
He wanted to say something, anything at all, but found himself unable to utter a single word, feeling paralyzed where he sat. The day he died felt like it had happened just mere moments ago, Yone could still remember the pain of his wound, the sound of Yasuo's grievous voice, the overwhelming smell of his own blood. But it had been eleven long years for the other— what did he think of him? Did he think of him at all?
"Yone." The sound of Yasuo's voice was barely a whisper, but Yone heard it with utter clarity. The mere amount of sorrowful emotion in his tone of voice made him want to tear up. But he would— could— never. As far as his brother was aware, he had killed him in cold blood after a fierce duel. It would make no sense for Yone to be the one shedding tears in their reunion. And he would take his willful loss— and death— at Yasuo's hands to yet another grave. That was his burden to bear, alone.
But that didn't mean that Yone would be able to resist letting him know he had missed him. Nor stop himself from returning his embrace when Yasuo all but ran to him and dropped to his knees in front of him, pulling him into a tight hug. "You're alive! I never wanted to kill you, brother," the younger's whisper was equal parts amazed and joyful as he hugged him crushingly tight against himself. Yone only managed a quiet "yeah, I know" in response, afraid his haywire emotions might get too openly reflected by how fragile his voice felt at that moment. It was hard to control himself as well as he would like when Yasuo held him so tightly, the familiar smell awakening many memories and feelings within him. Tempting him to succumb to immoral thoughts once more.
With great difficulty, Yone pried himself away from Yasuo's embrace to hold him an arms' length away. It was easier to keep a check on his own emotions and thoughts when he wasn't quite so close. He forced his gaze away and instead focused his eyes on the female fox standing off to the side. "...Thanks to your associate. You have my gratitude, Ahri. I imagine you to be quite powerful to be able to resurrect people from the dead?"
Ahri smiled in return, playing with her hair as the attention suddenly shifted to her. "You're welcome. My power isn't without its limits, of course, so I can't just resurrect every mortal at will! I can only bring back people through the power of fusing them with other beings; spirits, demons, the like. And these people must want to cling to life desperarely, as in they are unable to rest in peace. And lastly, I also have to know a person who is very familiar with the deceased. So as you can see, it's a rather complicated process. But, I owe Yasuo a great debt for his help with my duties. With this, I believe we are even."
"You owe me nothing. Thank you, Ahri. Should there ever be anything else you require, just say the word. I will do everything in my power to help." Yasuo's face was gentle as he smiled at the woman, appearing to get along with her well. Yone was grateful— with how fond he seemed of her, it felt like trusting in her help had been the right choice. It had, after all, brought him back here. A debt he might be unable to pay for yet another lifetime.
"Shall we return to the camp? I believe your brother should be given a chance to catch his bearings as a lot has happened. He does have a whole eleven years worth of news to digest," Ahri suggested while playing with a tail of hers, smiling as she looked at the two of them. They agreed— there was little reason to remain where they were.
Yasuo held his hand the whole way back to the place he and Ahri had been using as a campsite, and Yone didn't find the strength within himself to let go. He instead held onto his hand equally tightly, letting himself have this one thing. Just this once.
"I'll listen to anything you might want to talk about."
Ahri's sharp gaze held no contempt or question. Yet her words were an open invitation for Yasuo to share— only, and only if he so wished.
Should he?
There were many regrets in his life, though most of them were widely known throughout the land of Ionia. Only Yasuo's greatest shame had yet managed to remain a secret, one he wished to bring to the grave. Something so deeply locked away and buried under countless layers of pretense— to the point of falsifying who he really was.
That sort of thing was... unmentionable.
Yasuo licked his dry lips, glazed over eyes staring at the cup of sake he silently held in his hand. The liquid offered him no solace, no answer for the inquiring pleas in his heart. Even the alcohol failed to get him drunk enough to forget, no matter how many cups deep he got.
Ahri's face held a smile as she acknowledged the silence as a lack of willingness to share, acting like nothing had happened in that small moment. As if she hadn't completely seen through the wavering weakness of his will. But the burden Yasuo felt on his soul felt no less light by the fox's kindness— the feeling continued to eat away at him, relentlessly gnawing on his heart.
"I love him."
The words were quiet but firm, much too fragile to his liking. It felt like he was committing the unthinkable just by speaking the words aloud, admitting the affection he held for his half-brother. But that was what Yasuo silently swore to himself— to let himself admit it just once, this once, and then never speak of it again. Let it be buried deep within until his heart eventually turned to stone.
"Love is a good emotion, one I still do not fully understand," Ahri's smile was gentle as she looked at him from under her lashes, almost a child-like curiosity in her features as she tilted her head to the side. "But I can assure you he holds you equally dear, Yasuo. The one person important enough to cheat death for."
The lack of judgment towards his worst secret mended Yasuo's heart just the tiniest fraction. But it was still comparable to trying to slap a bandaid over a festering, open wound that had been left to fend for itself for far too long.
"I think you should talk to him, Yasuo," Ahri's hand on his shoulder was gentle but firm, just as the tone of her voice. "This has been haunting you for the past decade, you should take the chance to air out your feelings. I will leave you two be for the night, so talk it out." Her smile was soft as she climbed up to her feet, giving Yasuo's shoulder one last squeeze before walking away, soon to disappear from his view.
Yasuo's gaze rose from his half-empty cup of sake to Yone sitting on his own on the other end of their make-shift campsite, silently studying the book Ahri had lent him. The past years felt like minutes when he looked at him— he felt no less than he had all of that time ago, the affection squeezing his heart tight enough to hurt.
Ahri was right. He had never regretted anything as much as letting Yone die in his arms. From his own blade. They would have to talk— if for nothing else than for his own sake. Yasuo couldn't carry on pretending any longer, not when Yone was no longer dead, out of his reach.
Emptying the glass of sake to calm his nerves, he climbed up to his own two feet and made his way over to where Yone was seated.
This had been a long time coming.
"Can I sit here?"
Yone tried to calm the way his heart sped up as he noticed Yasuo approaching him, body willfully reacting to his presence. No such luck.
"Of course. It is your campsite." The older man moved a bit to the side in an effort to keep a respectable distance between the two of them— anything to keep up appearances before he could relearn how to control himself properly in Yasuo's company. Especially this close to him.
"We need to talk," the way the younger man said these words made him feel a bit… uncomfortable. As if the topic they were about to approach would be something he would rather not. Bracing himself at the heavy look on Yasuo's face, Yone gave a grim, almost hesitant nod. "...What is it?" He tried to sound neutral, but wasn't sure if he managed to accomplish his goal at all. He felt… bothered.
"When you died in my arms… You said you loved me, Yone." Yone felt his whole body go frigid. Uncomfortable didn't even begin to describe how he felt— fear. Unbearable strain. It felt like every nerve in his body was on the edge, tense out of his mind. How does he respond in a normal manner?
"...And? Of course I love you," Yone felt his voice waver slightly in his words as he tried to play it off as normal, unable to look at Yasuo as his gaze fell to the ground. There was no way he should be able to know what he meant, but why was he bringing it up? Why now? He wasn't mentally ready to have this conversation right here, right now. It still felt too raw, too recent.
"Yone. Look at me." Something in Yasuo's tone of voice forced him to comply, even if he really didn't want to. But Yone couldn't deny that surprisingly soft tone of voice. And when he moved his gaze up to him, Yasuo's eyes were gentle as he looked at his, a hand coming to rest on Yone's shoulder. "Exactly how do you love me?"
There was nothing he could say. When he was looking at him with such soft eyes, there was no way Yone could lie straight through his teeth. But saying the truth was even worse— and instead, he was forced into silence. But the lack of response was louder than any words he could have muttered.
Yasuo shifted closer to him— Yone could feel his heart jumping up to his throat as his knee bumped against his as he leaned close. His hand came to rest on the side of his face and he couldn't tell what sort of an expression he was wearing any longer. What kind of eyes was he looking at the younger man with. Yasuo kept eye contact all the way as he closed in on him, pressing his lips on Yone's.
It felt electrifying to be kissed by the man he had loved for so long and subsequently given up on. Yasuo tasted of sake, the alcohol he had always been fond of, ever since reaching drinking age. Yone could feel himself trembling with a sudden surge of emotion as he hesitantly kissed back, unsure. Was this real? Were Yasuo's intentions towards him due to how he felt towards him— or some twisted sense of responsibility? He needed to know.
"You—," Yone broke off the kiss to ask Yasuo to explain, unable to deal with this uncertainty. The younger man chased after his lips insistently once more, pressing a short kiss on them to quiet him. "I love you, Yone," came the quiet but firm confession, causing shivers to run throughout his body. He really… Yone hadn't even dared to dream of it. He felt suddenly overwhelmed, stunned as Yasuo leaned back in, kissing him deeply.
His hands found— albeit shakily— their way over to the younger man, one wrapping around his neck and the other settling around his waist. Yasuo sighed in a content manner into the kiss, pressing his tongue past Yone's parted lips and into his mouth, the hand on his shoulder dipping down around his waist to pull his upper body snug against his own.
It felt so good he was beginning to forget himself. Where they were, what they were doing. Yone felt pleasantly numb as he enjoyed their shared kiss, shivering as Yasui's hand traveled slowly all the way up from his knee to his shoulder, feeling up his clothed skin and half-bare upper body on its way. He gasped lightly against Yasuo's lips as he felt his hand slide over to the side of his shoulder and start taking off the white robe covering up his upper body.
"Wait, Yasuo, maybe we shouldn't," Yone's cheeks felt hot as he broke the kiss and caught Yasuo's hands on the hem of his upper clothing, stopping him from pulling it off of him. The mere mental image of him disrobing him had his whole lower body throbbing with arousal, but the idea of having sex with him was still… They were half-siblings. And they were outdoors— Ahri was still out there somewhere and could potentially hear everything. Not to mention anyone else who could be out there.
“Yone, shut up and let me have this, do you know what I spent the last year yearning, aching for—,” Yasuo's voice was strained from obvious arousal, a fact that finally shocked Yone into silence.
He couldn’t respond— had no strength to say “no” when he so badly, utterly wanted him to continue. Overwhelmed by the mere thought that Yasuo had thought about him like that before, causing an agitating heat beginning to build up within his body.
“—just thinking, considering the fact that I could have had you if I had just spoken up, haunted by the fact that you had always felt the same!”
Yasuo’s tone was both defiant and desperate, equal in its quiet passion and deep sorrow for what had happened. And yet the past could never be changed or undone. And yet here he was now, both alive and undead.
But more importantly, he was with him. With Yasuo. And his brother was unwavering in his feelings.
So Yone let him. He didn’t resist as the younger of the two pulled again at the upper part of his clothing, tugging it to fall down his shoulders. The soft fabric rustled as it was guided off of his arms and hands and onto the ground, leaving Yone’s upper body entirely bare under the dim moonlight.
"You're so beautiful," Yasuo's sigh of pure admiration coupled with the hunger in his gaze made him shiver. Since when did that arrogant, show-off of a brother of his become such a smooth talker? It wasn't fair.
Yone leaned back as the younger man started trailing kisses downwards after taking his time just admiring him— his lips moving down his chin, his throat, collarbone. His arm around Yasuo's neck moved slightly for his hand to squeeze his shoulder instead, overwhelmed from feeling his touch. From the sheer amount of want he was demonstrating towards him. Never in a million years could he have seen this a possibility for himself. For this difficult love to be realized and the feeling returned.
Just watching the younger man kiss his way down to his bare chest, eyes full of desire was making it hard for Yone to remain still. It didn't get easier when Yasuo licked a wet stripe over his nipple before taking the soft bud between his lips, sucking it in with a loud, indecent sound. Yone didn't recall his nipples being particularly sensitive when he had shamefully played with them in a darker hour of his life— but coupled with Yasuo's touch… It felt hot. Each pull of his lips, nudge of his tongue and grace of his teeth against the hardening bud sent a wave of arousal straight down his body, causing Yone's breathing to become labored.
He did his best not to lose control over himself, but it only got harder as Yasuo pulled back with a satisfied moan before giving the same treatment to his other nipple, the wet sucking sounds feeling amplified inside of Yone's head. He felt uncomfortably hard and watching the younger man eagerly lapping his tongue over his completely hardened nipples was only enforcing the feeling.
"Y-yasuo, enough," he managed to speak, finding it difficult not to break out in a moan. Yone felt a surge of embarrassment at how unlike himself his voice sounded like— completely dripping with arousal. Yasuo rolled the hardened bud slowly around with his tongue as he looked up at him, causing him to bite his lower lip as a new tug of arousal went straight to his crotch. He was too desirable like this.
"We should make the ground comfortable for you to lie on," Yasuo agreed then as he finally let go of his abused nipples, red from the attention and wet with a coat of his saliva. "Take off your pants and the hakama— let's make a cushion for you." Yone felt his mouth turn dry as he wanted to protest. The loose material of the hakama was the only thing keeping his dignity intact by hiding the state of his arousal. But, the insistent gaze of Yasuo and the need within his body won the short inner war of his— Yone lifted up his hips to wiggle out of his pants, shoes and hakama pants alike, leaving him only in his pair of underwear.
The skin-tight pair of briefs concealed absolutely nothing. His cock was straining from how hard it was, and the spot in his underwear its head was pressing against was already wet with precum. Yone's whole face burned with embarrassment at having to both see himself and be seen like this. He laid the white robe, black pants and hakama on the ground in a pile for a makeshift cover to lie on— more comfortable than the ground.
"Lie down," Yasuo's voice was suddenly far more commanding than before as he all but pressed Yone down on the pile of his own clothing, hands on his thighs as he pried them open. The older man desperately wanted to hide his face as Yasuo pulled his underwear off of him to leave him naked, acutely aware of how absolutely turned on he was. How messed up being touched, however little, by his brother had made him. It was… mortifying.
Yone didn't have enough time to wallow in embarrassment as Yasuo gripped both of his thighs to lift his legs over his shoulders, pulling his hips right up to face. The older man barely had enough time to part his lips to speak as the other had hungrily taken the head of his cock into his mouth, sucking up the precum into his willing throat. "Yasuo," Yone couldn't help the moan leaving his lips as he grabbed a handful of his own clothing into his fist, squeezing the fabric hard in his hold. It felt beyond wonderful, the maddening heat and the wet caress of his tongue… Only it was over far too soon as Yasuo pulled away and licked up a stripe along the length of his dick, looking down at him with lust-darkened eyes.
"Yone… Suck my fingers," the tone of his voice sounded more like an order as he pressed two of his digits against Yone's lips, his own mouth trailing kisses over his balls and onwards to his ass. The older man trembled as he felt the tongue teasing his entrance, an overwhelming feeling of desire washing over his whole being. Parting his lips, he accepted Yasuo's fingers into his mouth, sucking on them— doing his best to cover them all over with his saliva.
Despite seeing him go for it, Yone was still not ready for the sensation of Yasuo easing his tongue inside of him, pressing it further in slow but insistent. He moaned around the digits in his mouth at the foreign feeling, cock throbbing with how turned on he felt as he saw the younger man eagerly eating out his ass. Feeling him caressing his tongue with his fingers before pulling them out of his mouth, returning over to his hips.
Yone could feel his face burning as he watched Yasuo's tongue working on stretching him out. It was such a dirty thing to witness and yet, he could feel his own cock just swelling further as he was unable to tear his gaze away, watching the younger man fuck him with his tongue. The feeling of the rough texture teasing him on the inside coupled with the stretch and Yasuo's facial hair tickling the sensitive skin of his ass… It was a lot.
He groaned hotly as he felt Yasuo nudging in a finger wet with saliva alongside his tongue— the stretch was both uncomfortable and coupled with a flare of pain. But Yone persisted, willing his body to relax as he concentrated on watching the younger man in action. The heated arousal of seeing Yasuo fucking him with his tongue and fingers alike helped— being so turned on eased away the discomfort.
Yasuo adding in yet another finger inside of his ass while eating him out awoke even more discomfort and another sting of pain. Yone breathed heavily in an attempt to tune it out and will himself to relax against the intrusion, not wanting him to stop. He had never desired anything as much as getting to have sex with him. And it would happen. Finally.
The stretch became a bit easier with time as Yasuo continued to nudge both his tongue and his digits in and out of him, pressing alongside his inner walls to help accommodate his ass for his cock. "Ah!" Yone's lips let out an unintended moan as the younger man's fingers curled up against a sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him, causing a flare of pleasure to envelope his whole body. His brother's eyes darkened even further as he licked his insides, continuing to relentlessly massage his fingertips against his prostate until Yone was whimpering and trembling in his arms, sweat running down the side of his face.
"I think you're ready," Yasuo's voice sounded almost foreign to his ears as he pulled his tongue and fingers out of his ass, so heavily coated with lust and desire. Yone didn't trust his voice, only nodding as he looked up at his brother. The younger man let his thighs down on either side of him before climbing up and sitting down on his chest, groaning hotly as his hands rushed to pull down his pants and underwear alike to let his dick spring free right in front of Yone's face.
The younger man's cock was simply enormous, both thick and long. Yone could briefly recall moments he had snuck a peek at the other's naked form before when he had still been fully alive— he had never seen him hard before. And his dick really was huge.
"Wet it for me, Yone." Yasuo's hand was gently cupping his face as the other guided his cock towards Yone's lips, lightly rubbing the thick head against them. His mouth had never been so dry yet so full of saliva— Yone felt more hungry than ever in his life. And yet. How was he supposed to fit this gigantic thing inside of his mouth?
Exhaling a shaky breath, Yone parted his lips as Yasuo eagerly pushed the tip inside with a satisfied groan. His jaw ached with how wide he had to open his mouth as he took in more of his length— he had had one guy he had sex with a few times back when he had been alive, having obviously had zero intention on hitting on Yasuo. But sucking that man's definitely regular-sized cock had never been this difficult— and had never gotten him turned on enough for his own dick to drip with precum.
Yone had to make a conscious effort not to moan around Yasuo's dick in his mouth as he strained to fit half of it inside, moving a shaky hand to stroke the rest of his length. His jaw ached from the stretch, but his own cock ached even more— the surreality of being able to suck his dick after dreaming of it for such a long had him so fucking hard. "Yone.. Your mouth feels really good," the way his brother moaned as he complimented him made Yone whimper, straining to move his lips over his cock. He was afraid he might come just from getting to suck Yasuo's dick as the taste and smell of him overwhelmed his senses— especially if he continued to moan like that.
But it was over too soon to test out that theory— Yasuo pulled his saliva-covered cock out of his mouth, running a gentle thumb over his reddened lips. His eyes were full of desire as he got up to return to his earlier position kneeling between his legs, pulling Yone's thighs over his own to line up his ass in front of his dick.
"Yone, next time I'll make sure to have lube at hand… Now, please bear with me and tell me if it's too much. I love you," Yasuo leaned over to pepper light kisses all over his face, pressing his cock against his entrance.
He was huge. Just from the pressure on his asshole before he got any of his dick inside of him, Yone could tell it would be an impossible stretch. "...I love you, Yasuo. T-touch me," he almost begged as he felt the head of Yasuo's dick slowly penetrating him— the thickness of it made it hard for him to breathe. Impossible to concentrate on anything but the intrusion on his ass. The sweat sticking to his skin, the way his toes curled in, his knuckles turning white in their grip over his own clothing as he tried to relax. The younger man's hand was instantly on his cock, stroking him off in a hard grip that had Yone moaning out loud in pleasure— taking his attention away from the dick slowly pushing inside of him. Enough to distract him for long enough for Yasuo to finish pressing into him, for his long cock to be completely buried inside of his ass.
"Y-yasuo," his voice was shaky as he tried to regain some resemblance of control over himself. The man's cock was just that big, his ass felt so impossibly filled even if he wasn't moving at all. It didn't help that Yasuo had yet to stop stroking his dick to help him concentrate on something other than the painful stretch— the mixed feeling of being fully filled by Yasuo's cock and having his own dick jerked off non-stop was starting to push him over to the edge.
"Wait, s-stop, I-I'm too close. Going to come if you don't," Yone's voice trembled in sync with his body as he found it very difficult to stay still, wanting to desperately seek more friction as he could feel the heat pooling in his gut. But he didn't want to come yet, it was too soon— Yasuo hadn't even gotten to fucking him yet. Yone's voice climbed up in a wretched moan as the younger man gently pulled his hips back ever so slightly before pushing his cock back as deep inside of him as it could go in a slow thrust, the hand around his cock stroking him off even faster. The very shallow thrusts and the hand around Yone's dick were too much for him to handle any longer— he came biting the back of his palm hard, trying to desperately save some resemblance of his honor by muffling the entirely too loud cries into his hand.
It wasn't too successful. Especially not as Yasuo continued to slowly fuck him through his surprisingly long orgasm, causing all manners of protesting whimpers, whines and cries to emerge from Yone's lips as he gripped onto his brother's shoulders tightly, every little movement feeling far too raw and sensitive. He couldn't handle it, feeling completely overstimulated. "W-wait," he whimpered, grimacing as Yasuo's hand milked every last bit of cum from his post-orgasm sensitive dick while the younger man pressed demanding kisses on the edge of his jaw. His inner muscles squeezed hard around the other man's cock on their own volition as a protest, causing Yone's heart to leap up to his throat as he listened to him moan in pleasure.
God. Just listening to Yasuo moaning so close to his ear as he slowly fucked him— mindful of how large he was— had Yone's own cock twitching, awakening back to its full hardness in the younger man's grip. He could feel his face blooming with heat at how fucking aroused just feeling his dick moving inside of him made him. It was as if he hadn't come at all— the power of Yasuo's cock inside of him was too much. He hadn't even dared to dream of the possibility— having it as a reality was making him ache deeply from far more than just the impossible stretch. Lust. Hunger. Love.
"You can move more," Yone panted with difficulty as he wrapped his legs around Yasuo's hips, feeling his whole lower body throb from the movement. "I can take it." His brother's eyes were full of lust as he trailed his kisses from his jaw to press one on his lips and then looked down at him, causing a shiver to run through Yone— that he would look at him like that. God. "You can take it or you want it, Yone?" Yasuo's aroused response was almost cheeky as he squeezed Yone's now fully hardened cock in his hold, causing the man to gasp and shiver underneath him.
He was really going to tease him even at a moment like this? Yone would have glared at him if he had any control over his facial expression— which at this point was rather stuck at "so impossibly turned on". "I want it," he whispered back with great difficulty, cheeks absolutely burning from having to admit it out loud— that he wanted to be fucked hard by Yasuo. That this utterly shameful person was a part of his real self.
"Ah!" Yone couldn't help the moan that escaped him as Yasuo did as he asked for, picking up the pace in fucking him harder. Each thrust was a little more forceful, grounding his back against the pile of his clothes on the ground. It felt so good, so raw— the burning ache of both pain and pleasure assaulting him whole.
Yasuo growled as he held tightly enough onto his thighs to cause bruises, cock sliding in and out of his ass with each thrust matched with obscene slapping sounds. "Gonna come," he all but moaned before covering Yone's lips with his own mouth, kissing him deeply as his hips made a few more stuttering thrusts into his— before Yasuo reached his peak and emptied himself inside of his ass. Yone all but whimpered into the kiss as he could feel Yasuo's cum filling up his insides and slowly overflowing, dripping out of him. It felt so fucking hot.
They just laid still for a moment as Yasuo recollected himself from the orgasm, lips pressing a gentler kiss onto Yone's. "Love you," he murmured with a rough voice as he softly licked the older man's lips, causing his heart to absolutely swell with tender feelings. "I love you," Yone murmured back with an equally soft tone of voice, giving a gentle peck on the other's lips. He whined in protest as Yasuo then slowly pulled his softened cock out of his ass, himself still fully aroused— and now extremely embarrassed for his own needy reaction.
Yone felt his breath get caught up in his throat as Yasuo sat back up straight before leaning over his hips still bent over around his lap, his knees still lazily draped over the other man's hips. How lewd of a picture it made, especially since his own dick was still hard and flushed, with his cum from his earlier orgasm still sprayed over his stomach and chest. "Yasuo," he protested quietly with a flushed face as he watched the man run a finger over his stretched out asshole, collecting some of the cum that had dripped out of him. And Yasuo maintained eye contact as he then licked away the cum on his fingers before licking his lips— he pressed his face against his ass and Yone whimpered as he could feel his tongue plunging inside of him.
The rough texture felt completely different to his cock, but they both felt good in different ways— though Yasuo greedily licking up his own cum out of his ass was something so dirty that Yone couldn't help being wholly turned on by it. He squeezed his thighs around the younger man's shoulders as he licked his way around his insides and sucked, cleaning his asshole from his own cum. Yasuo took his sweet time in making sure he got every last bit— by the time he was done, Yone was a trembling mess underneath him, panting heavily as he looked up at him, eyes dripping with lust.
"Yasuo… Put it back in," Yone whispered as he spread out his legs weakly. He needed to feel him again. Yasuo needed no further encouragement, groaning in satisfaction as he guided his re-hardened dick against the older man's entrance, having already been molded by his cock.
Maybe he wouldn't be able to face Ahri ever again after this, with how little regard they had for being quiet. Or, Yone tried — and failed. Yasuo had little interest in trying, too busy losing himself in the older man's body.
"I love you, Yone."
He had learned a very painful lesson. Never again would he leave such important words unspoken.