Onii-chan…
Ah, the sweetest of words, uttered with such a soft voice. Rei hums in response. He notices the expertly hidden high pitch, the vague childishness that lingers in the space around them, that Rei hugs and holds close to his heart, always scared it will run away from him.
Onii-chan…?
Ah, the sweetest of words. Rei remembers every single time he heard his little brother call him that, he remembers every emotion conveyed with such a simple word. Happiness, joy. Anger, rage, sadness. Loneliness, fear.
“Onii-chan!”
Rei opens his eyes. Ritsu is laid below him, his cheeks puffed in a cute pout. He is wearing–nothing, Rei notices as he catches his breath between his sharp teeth. His figure is lean, all bones and muscles; there is only a vague, barely noticeable patch of fat on his belly. Rei’s hand moves to linger over it, and his black painted, neatly trimmed nails skim over it. Ritsu shivers under him, he sighs. His voice is like the singing of hundreds of angels, welcoming a kind soul to its deserved seat in heaven.
“Ri––?” Rei gulps. Not many times before in his life has he found himself at a loss for words. His throat feels dry. There was this one time, he remembers vaguely, he can’t quite put his finger on it, perhaps Wataru-kun was there with him…
Ritsu whines below him. Rei focuses his attention back to his naked brother. There are tears welling at the sides of his bright red eyes. Rei lowers his head, kisses his brothers eyes, licks his tears away. He muses how the red in Ritsu’s eyes is so different from his. Ritsu’s red shines with a light that Rei’s eyes lack––a hue that is peculiar only to Ritsu, to his happiness, to the lightness of his soul, to the smell of roses that surrounds his love.
“My moonlight––” Rei begins, his voice a whisper that lulls Ritsu’s body into a comfortable tremble. Rei breathes in Ritsu’s scent of grass and sunlight, of having been outside for too long, of the weakness in his body. His eyes, the dark deep red of someone who has forgotten all about lightness and happiness, skim through Ritsu’s body only to find his cock hard between his legs.
Rei feels his own throbbing, the meek cry of a neglected yet well behaved child.
“––what happened to you?” Rei asks, finally allowing his mind to work rationally for a change.
Ritsu blinks in response. Rei waits for an answer, still hovering on Ritsu’s body. There is nothing but the comforting sound of a lazy breeze dancing around them.
As Ritsu fails to reply, Rei lowers his head once again, brushing his lips against Ritsu’s pale ones. “Onii-chan does not mind, naturally…” Rei bites softly, sucking on Ritsu’s bottom lip. “…still, you haven’t looked this young in a while, my adored fruit-bat.”
Ritsu moans. Rei lets his head fall in the crook of Ritsu’s shoulder, and he sighs. He is now painfully aware of how hard is cock is between his—boxers? Rei finally realizes he’s also naked, despite not remembering ever getting his clothes off. He lets his weight fall entirely on Ritsu.
“Ah, Ritchan—” Rei’s tongue laps on his brother’s neck. He draws his sharp canines out, yet he still doesn’t bite too hard, he does not draw blood. He wants Ritsu to whine for it, wants to hear his brother’s little voice beg for his dear, dear oniichan to drink from him, to give him the release he is surely waiting for.
“—you look so tasty now, you did this for your oniichan? You got so young again for your onii-chan, didn’t you? To surprise him?”
Rei inhales Ritsu’s smell once again; his eyelids fail him, so overwhelmed by the scent of chocolate and roses, of sugary despair his love for Ritsu makes him feel. Rei’s hands tremble as they hasten to grab anything, everything that is Ritsu’s body: his thighs, his hips, his chest, his child-like cock hard and leaking, the tip so red and fat it makes Rei’s mouth water and his teeth sharpen.
Ritsu couldn’t have been older than a middle schooler.
Rei’s mind fills with static that sounds like a million bees singing Ritsu’s name like it is a powerful chant meant to summon the most beautifully damned of all angels.
“Onii-cha~n is al-always so~ we-weird…” Ritsu moans as he moves his hips so that his cock brushes against Rei’s body. When his young, child brother sighs in relief, Rei finally gives in.
Oh, am I damned.
Rei prays to a God he knows doesn’t exist so that his soul might be forgiven. He sinks his teeth deep in Ritsu’s neck; Ritsu whines, softly moaning Rei’s name as he moves his hands to hold on Rei’s arms.
“Re—Onii-chan, onii-ch-chan…!” Ritsu’s eyes widen in shock. Tears are quick to fall on his pale cheeks, yet his sobs sound more like moans of pleasure. His tiny hands, already calloused from the forcefully imposed piano practice, fumble looking for Rei’s cock.
Rei shivers when they find it.
“Oniichan…” Ritsu’s voice sounds fleeting, like something Rei could lose any minute where he not to pay constant attention. His trembling, weak, body stops moving—accepting his fate, like a cornered animal finally giving in to the threatening growl of his hunter.
Rei hums, eyes closed so that nothing but Ritsu’s scent and the taste of his rich blood could occupy his mind. Ritsu’s fingers move to wrap around Rei’s cock. Rei’s tongue tastes like iron and roses. Rei can’t say if his cock is throbbing because of Ritsu’s shaky, unexperienced pumps, or because of his brother’s blood flowing between his own teeth and down is throat.
“Dearest moonlight…” Rei whispers on the wound he himself inflicted on his brother’s otherwise perfect skin. He knows the now bloody cut will soon enough be nothing but a feeble memory of the immoral love they share; yet Rei still feels like the most heinous of criminals.
Surely there is a special place in hell for those who ruin a work of art the caliber of the Sistine Chapel, isn’t there? Not even Satan would appreciate the sin Rei has dirtied himself with.
“…why don’t you bite your faithful oniichan too?” Rei asks, his voice a lulling melody. He sighs as Ritsu keeps toying with his cock, and he nearly misses his brother’s murmured reply.
“But, oniichan…” Ritsu averts his eyes. Rei frowns. So much shyness isn’t usual—sure, it is cute and endearing; sure, it makes Rei’s heart expand in his chest so fully that Rei fears he might die right there. Alas, it is uncommon, and surely it makes Rei’s heart retract with worry.
“What troubles you, dearest fruit-bat?”
“Ricchan has…” Ritsu finally turns to face Rei. His hand stops. His own cock probably hurts between his legs, red and fat from the need for release. “…Ricchan has never done… that…”
Ah. Rei forgets whatever spell was cast on him made him fornicate with his young, inexperienced brother. A young, inexperienced, devoted Ritsu—one that has yet to know nothing but his oniichans undying love.
Rei smiles. For once, he feels he smiles sincerely; the smile you have for a puppy wiggling in tail in excitement. He uses his slender fingers, so much more ruined by practice that his brother’s, to lovingly cup his cheeks. Rei’s lips are still dirtied by Ritsu’s own blood. He loves his lips and kisses Ritsu in an almost chaste way. Perhaps Satan could forgive him. Perhaps God could forgive him.
Ritsu widens his eyes, and moans loudly as he immediately opens his lips, tongue darting out to devour the blood on Rei’s lips.
Ah, he is hungry.
Rei chuckles. “See? There is nothing to fear, my moonlight.” Rei peppers kisses on Ritsu’s lips as he talks. Ritsu keeps licking on whatever blood he finds on Rei’s lips, like a desperate man lost for weeks in the desert finally finding an oasis with clear water.
“You won’t hurt oniichan, so please, Ritsu, drink from me.”
Even if Ritsu did end up hurting him, Rei wouldn’t mind. After all—well, not that this Ritsu would know—it’s the punishment he rightfully deserves.
Ritsu finally stops licking his brother’s lips. He pouts, probably pondering something. His eyes are fixed on Rei’s neck; Rei knows he’s probably eyeing one of his most prominent veins.
In an attempt to urge Ritsu, Rei sinks his own teeth back into Ritsu’s neck—if he had hoped for any god’s forgiveness, now he surely wasn’t getting any. Definitely not with the way Ritsu whines below him as Rei’s hips pick a pace running his cock against Ritsu’s smaller one.
As if finally convinced, or rather brainwashed into giving in, Ritsu bites Rei. His canine aren’t as sharp as Rei knows them to be—they are shy, unsure, and the cut they make on Rei’s skin hurts in the sweetest of ways. Rei feels his eyes roll back into his head, and as he drinks his brother’s blood and thrusts against his cock, Rei finally allows himself to let out a desperate, devoted, cursed moan.
When he cums, Rei opens his eyes with a gasp.
“MASTER!” Rei gets shaken into being fully aware by a mellow voice ringing with what sounds to Rei like the tune satisfaction would have if it were a note on a musical sheet.
“Master, it workED!” Natsume chides, standing up from the sitting position he had assumed while waiting for his experiment’s results. Rei frowns, confused. He lowers his head when he feels uncomfortable in his pants, only to notice a wet patch on his trousers.
Rei closes his eyes, losing himself on the comfort of the chair. The image of his twelve or so years old brother coming all over Rei’s own cock as he drinks messily from his neck appears before him, and he smiles as he hears Natsume merrily leading Wataru inside the room.