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Yeon was Rang’s most beloved and precious person. That fact was clear to anyone. He loved Yeon more than life itself-- yet his pure, passionate love remained unrequited.
No matter what happened these past few centuries, and each disappointment met when his woman failed to reincarnate, Yeon never yielded. He refused to stop searching-- abandoning Rang once more in the hopes of a future with a pathetic, mortal human.
Rang couldn’t understand it.
He tried his best to capture Yeon’s attention, wreaking mischief and havoc wherever he went. But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. All he wanted was his brother’s love, his affection-- but Yeon barely acknowledged him past dull conversation and clear disinterest.
Rang was sick and tired of it-- and now, he would teach Yeon a lesson he’d never forget.
Yeon realised something was wrong as soon as the glass fell from his hands.
His body lost all strength, collapsing to the ground within seconds. Breathing became laboured, his muscles refusing to cooperate with his commands, struggling to move at all.
Then Rang was leaning down beside him, crouching on the balls of his feet. Yeon met his eyes, seeing the all-too familiar smirk spreading across his face. Rang stared at him with a mix of glee and pity, as Yeon felt his body temperature rise, sweat trickling down his neck.
“Does it hurt, hyung?” Rang asked with all the sarcasm he could muster. “Tell me… how do you feel?”
Yeon gasped as pain radiated from his stomach before he could even comprehend what was happening. Even the concentration required to keep his glamour in place dissipated, his facade falling, revealing his true form. Amber ears sprouted from beneath his hair, nine tails following suit. He grit his teeth, fangs nearly biting through his lip-- another wave of discomfort causing his claws to dig into the floor.
His brother was spouting nonsense, but nothing was reaching his senses. Blood was pumping past his ears, deafening the sound of words, heart beat drumming loudly, increasing rhythm with every second.
What was… happening to him?
“Rang…” Yeon’s words trailed off, replaced with a feral growl rising from his throat. “What have you done?” He accused, losing any patience he had left.
The last glimpse of consciousness Yeon could recall was staring into Rang’s eyes and seeing unfamiliar fear-- before darkness consumed him.
The plan was simple: drug Yeon to become a crying, needy mess of a gumiho, until he begged for relief or a cure. Rang would watch him suffer and squirm, at least, for a little while-- before offering what he sought-- but only once Yeon promised to never see his woman again.
Inviting Yeon to his apartment, the wheels were in motion. Considering how often his brother was wary of food and drink, especially from anyone but himself, Rang was surprised to see the older gumiho down the offered beverage without the slightest hesitation. After all this time, Yeon still trusted him. How cute. When this was over, he’d think twice before making a mistake like that again.
Rang only wanted Yeon to suffer a little, to listen to his request, to indulge him for a while. He’d smirk and wave the antidote in front of Yeon’s face, barely out of reach until he finally caved and gave in to Rang’s demands. He wanted his brother to realise that he was all they had, and all either of them ever needed.
The drug in question was something that Rang had to acquire through rather dubious means. It was something specifically tailored to gumiho-- to force them into a painful heat, curable only with an antidote-- or the alternative old fashioned way. It only occurred to Rang now, however, that the dose he’d provided was far stronger than intended, presenting rather… concerning side-effects.
Rang’s plan was falling apart, and he would soon suffer the consequences of his miscalculation.
Rang had expected Yeon to crumble and melt into a pathetic, needy mess of a man. To plead for release, to yearn to be touched, to be at Rang’s knees begging for salvation. At first, that even appeared to be the case.
But now, something had changed.
Yeon’s eyes glazed over, locking onto Rang’s with a piercing, furious gaze. He growled, fangs on full display. The tails were calm, flickering slightly, as if eyeing his prey. That look alone caused Rang to realise that this was not the desired effect he’d been hoping for-- and his life could very well be in danger.
Yeon was hard, he was in rut-- and he was staring at Rang with intent to mate. Fearing the worst, he thought quickly, but the moment he moved, Yeon was on him-- yet Rang refused to go down without a fight. The odds were against him, but he couldn’t accept his fate just yet.
It was no surprise that Yeon reigned as the victor. He was twice the gumiho Rang was-- in both heritage, power and sheer size. Holding him against the floor, Yeon’s body weight prevented any movement, and Rang finally came to the realisation of how badly he’d fucked up. There was no stopping Yeon now-- his coherent mind was gone, replaced with the primal instincts of a wild gumiho in rut-- and eager to mate.
Yeon’s hand pulled at his hair, causing Rang to shout as his face was forced against the hard ground beneath. He gasped when claws ripped away his clothing, leaving him bare to the cool evening air.
There would be no love, no care, no preparation in the slightest. Rang knew he’d brought this on himself, but even then, he couldn’t stifle his fear. He cried around a sob when Yeon fucked into him; a single, brutal thrust with no time to waste. Rang barely had a second to adjust before Yeon began to move, fucking hard and fast like an animal-- which wasn’t far off what Rang had unintentionally created.
Rang had always dreamt of being held by his brother, but not under these circumstances. This wasn’t what he wanted - for it to be an evening of pain and suffering - but he’d fight to remain conscious, to come from his brother’s touch. He could only pray the moment would pass by quickly, and hopefully, to refrain from being mortally wounded in the process before Yeon reached satisfaction.
Not soon after, Rang could feel Yeon closing in on his release. Thrusts became uneven and frenzied. He held his breath the moment he felt Yeon bury his face into his neck, knowing what the beast had planned-- coming with a shout the moment sharp fangs broke through tender flesh.
Yeon’s eyes were wide and unblinking; lips parted, blood dripping from them between ragged breaths. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, staring down at the horror beneath him. Rang now lay still in his arms. His recent memories were a haze, and emotions were high; unsure how it came to this, but insistent that he couldn’t allow his brother to die by his hands.
Rang had been the one person he trusted; betrayed for a final time.
This wasn’t about the drug, or the subsequent violence created in its wake. There was more to their situation than first would be assumed, a reality that broke Yeon’s heart with sorrow. Eyeing the claiming bite on Rang’s neck, there was only one single conclusion to draw from it-- they were stuck together.
Forever.
“Hyung…” Rang stirred in his arms, weakly reaching out. He caressed his cheek, capturing Yeon’s attention. “I’m okay,” he said with a smile. “We’re bonded now… you and me.”
Yeon shook his head, lip quivering with doubts. “No . Rang, we…” He could barely speak, unable to fully comprehend what this meant for his life now. “Why would you do this…?” Yeon choked on air, shivering as his body began to give out.
Rang swallowed thickly, grinning through the pain. “I… love you, hyung,” he confessed, curling his arms around Yeon’s neck to close the distance between them.
“Please…” Yeon sobbed against his skin, turning away from offered lips. “Don’t.” He was pleading now, granting his little brother what he wanted.
“Don’t cry, dear brother…” Rang cooed, petting his hair affectionately. “It’s just the two of us. Now and forever.”
Rang finally had Yeon where he wanted him-- whether or not his feelings would ever be reciprocated-- it no longer mattered. A devilish smile spread across his face, even as pain radiated throughout his body.
Although his plan had gone awry, in the end, he received exactly what he’d always wanted--
Yeon was now his, and his alone.