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Bones cracking like percussion under his fists, with his silvery laugh accompanying as the sweetest chant: no melody could ever compare to the pleasure for ears that was Ran Haitani right now, right in front of his lavender eyes shimmering in admiration.
It has always been just the two of them against the world. They only ever needed each other, and no one else. Rindou never needed anybody else. And as he tightens his grip around that poor fucker's arm whose death sentence was signed when his captain decided to face the two brothers, he can see it clearly:
Ran shines as bright as the sun.
Blinding in his beauty, golden braids swing at his every punch while red stains his sweater, framing those purple eyes that mirror daunting violence. Rindou couldn't be happier to have a premium first row seat for his brother's brutal show…
Max Maniacs never stood a chance.
They were nothing more than a bunch of cocky sheeps convinced that being large in number would make them a strong gang. Delusional, overconfident pieces of trash paper playing with fire, but we all know how it ends… What remains.
Ashes.
The Haitani brothers burning imperiously, their flame fed by that same trash who believed to rule Roppongi.
"We don't need a team."
No, they're better than that.
The two of them have always been enough.
Just him and Ran, forever together, in an indissoluble union.
As it was meant to be.
*
“He dirtied you…”
Rindou mumbles, staring at his older brother's candid skin covered in blood splatters, his hand hesitating a few centimeters from Ran's face. He wants to smear it off with his own fingers. No one else has the right to touch Aniki's beautiful face, least of all some scumbag's filth…
“That's why we're taking a shower, silly”
The older chuckles, intertwining his hand in Rindou's and lowering it. He glances at his own clothes laying at their feet first, then his still dressed sibling. “Come on now, be a good brother and strip for nii-chan” he coos, letting go of Rin's hand to undo his braids and enter the shower.
A quiet complaint follows, as to fill the empty space Aniki's hand left behind, stinging as if a part of Rin's own body was just brutally ripped away. The unpleasant feeling, though, is quickly replaced by a striking warmth that invades his body at the sight of the blond's back tattoo.
Their tattoo.
Tangible proof that they belong to each other, that Ran is his one and only other half. Black ink on flesh, a promise they'll carry even six feet underground.
He would never leave me. It's an irrational fear, whenever any kind of distance gets in the way, separating them even just for a bunch of seconds.
He would never…
Taking a deep breath and feeling reassured, Rin rapidly gets rid of his clothes, releasing the wave of pastel blue locks that fall messily as he follows his brother.
*
Steam surrounds the two Haitanis, cutting off everything existing outside of that little cabin.
It's a rare occurrence, taking a shower together.
Usually Ran prefers to keep all the space for himself and take his sweet time, using up all the hot water and forcing Rin to terrible cold showers taken at record speed. But sometimes — and Rindou still can't comprehend what are the trigger conditions — the older feels like sharing with him those moments of intimacy. A courtesy akin to God's grace.
He's mesmerized in front of the view of his brother's slender fingers following each curve, fitting perfectly in his collarbone socket, hands sliding elegantly across his lithe body shimmering under the water. Rin's mind inevitably wanders, in a reality where that's a regular occurrence, where it's his own hands running on Ran's skin with the devotion of a sinner tasting sanctity for the first time. It feels like a crime to even wish to hold his brother like something more, like he truly yearns for. He's not worthy.
And through the lens of a beautiful lie, lavender eyes follow every movement of the older: down his privates, the softness of his thigh as he leans forward, around the back of his knee with the long leg bending up to meet Ran's hands. Each trail of perfumed lather carries traces of ghost hands modeling a work of art, so intrinsically saturated with his devotee's passion — and, far more importantly, with his love. The younger, enraptured, can't help but imagine being that same artist whose sole purpose is to please his muse, sinking his fingers in the candid flesh like marble that would yield to the touch. Shadows of Ran's gestures as he climbs up, reaching for his waist and slowly arching his back in a way that makes Rindou's chest tingle, inside multiple explosions it almost hurts.
There's nothing angelic beyond Aniki's appearance, only a diabolical sensuality that truly drives him insane — it doesn't help that obscene thoughts start swarming rapidly right after, taking Rin outside that cabin. Imagining exploring that body he so desperately desires, showing to his brother how much he adores, treasures, worships everything about him.
It's when the older's fingers wrap around his own neck, taking Rin's breath away as their eyes finally find each other, that Rin pulls himself back together. Or at least, tries to fake composure.
Ran's lips curve in a feline smile. He noticed.
And will make sure to let his little brother know.
Slowly, he tilts his head sliding his hand up and then diving down — following the sweet curve connecting the clavicole that begs for marks of belonging. Takes hold of the scapula and… stops.
“Would you please help me wash the back, Rinrin?” The request comes with a glance behind his shoulder, and malice in the corner of his sharp purple eye. Rindou nods in silence, afraid to stumble on his own words, and starts scrubbing while the other pins back his long hair revealing the tattoo in full on the smooth, flawless back. Gaze following the black shapes, tracing down the spine, as he massages the tense muscles so eager for a relaxing bath…
“Mmmhh ~ ”
Rindou short circuits.
He was already very close to the edge, contributing factors from his fantasies and the proximity to his big brother right there, naked in all his beauty… But a moan ?
He wasn't ready for that.
A flush of heat takes over him, making his heart race and chest tingle so much he almost can't breathe. It takes him a good minute and a chuckle from Ran to notice he stopped entirely, frozen in place. But words are once again his enemy, incapable of putting together an apology, anything, just to not remain silent and give his brother a means to ask questions. What if he asks what's going on in his mind? Would he be able to lie to Ran so easily? What should he even sa—
A soft kiss on his cheek interrupts Rindou's train of thoughts, leaving him like a deer in the headlights. “Thaaank you!” chirps Ran who, while the younger was completely lost inside his head, has turned around facing him — his smile widening as his little brother's cheeks inevitably go red. It's cute, that little fear that lingers in Rin's heart. Concealed by childish attempts at proving how much he dislikes this and that about his older brother, to hide how much he actually cares — too much to not be scared of wronging or disappointing him.
Too much, to not be terrified of abandonment.
The blond keeps his eyes locked with Rindou while taking care of the hair, few traces of blood still contrasting with his pale skin, purposely not washed away not yet. He wants his brother to look at him with attention. Mentally thanking their guardian for forgetting to lower the shower head, fixed on the wall at the higher holder where none of them can reach it — leaving them with their hands free.
He then reaches for the faucet at their side and finally breaks the intense stare, putting his throat on display by throwing the head back under the falling water. Painfully, slowly running both hands up from the base of the neck, in front of a Rin on the verge of breaking.
Ran makes sure to give him his best side while gasping for air between another delighted moan and the other, parting his lips with a finger and giving a quick glance to his little brother while rosy drops of water stream down his face. Washing away his sin.
Giving Rindou the coup de grace.
It's between embarrassment and a quaver in his voice that the blue haired child quickly turns around, muttering about getting help with his back in return and hoping to divert Ran's attention from what he successfully caused. The other chuckles, hands for his shoulders, leaning forward a breath away from his ear.
“Sure, nii-chan will take care of you~ ”
he whispers, causing another hot wave raging like the stormy sea in Rindou's stomach.
By now a nervous wreck, the younger is oversensitive under Aniki's touch, digits brushing against the stiffened back — at every movement he hopes, he prays that Ran won't notice how awkwardly he's trying to hide his erection. Curses their situation, the tiny apartment where they live with their guardian that is never at home. And why WHY couldn't they also have a bathtub, he'd give anything to hide underwater right now... But he's stuck there, in that little cabin, with the water sound booming in his ears while freaking out like a rat in a cage.
When Ran's lips softly graze his shoulder's skin, he jolts.
When Ran's chest is against his back, he feels like dying.
His hands aren't where they were supposed to be, but confidently descending to reap the fruit of his honey trap. Gotcha.
Rindou has admired his brother from many different perspectives, during fights or in the mundanity of their lives, but looking at Aniki on his knees at his feet was a first time. And it's breathtaking. Nii-chan will take care of you, he said. He can't forget it. It keeps ringing like a broken record in his head. Nii-chan will take care of you…
The older giggles when at the sole touch of hand holding on his thigh, before even grabbing his little cock with the other, Rin immediately brings his own in front of his eyes not knowing what else to do with them. Probably even pretending to be invisible to not die of embarrassment, it's adorable. Then starts peppering in kisses to his crotch, tongue collecting water drops down Rindou's length at the sound of little whines half held back.
“Hey Rinrin,” he murmurs lovingly, “can you hold my hair back? Can you do this for me, mh?”
It's more of an order than a request, but the tone doesn't give the impression. He knows his little brother will do it regardless, and gets the confirmation when Rin hums in response, nodding nervously, his face still burning up with mixed emotions. Small hands reach for his hair right after, clumsily collecting it in a ponytail and holding it in place. “Good boy.”
Satisfaction sparks in Ran's eyes as he watches Rin's dick twitch in his hand at the praise. Such a good boy… He leans forward, giving small licks around the head, teasing the slit which causes more little whines, and lightly runs his tongue over the tip giving special attention to the underside. It's only after he repeatedly calls his name, whimpering and quivering in impatience, that the older starts giving gentle sucks on the top and finally takes him inside his mouth with a smooth deep slide.
Ran sucks him off for what feels like an eternity to Rindou, when in reality it didn't take long for him to reach his limit, overwhelmed as he was with his brother bobbing the head slowly and moaning in response at every mention of his name — every time making Rin's heart skip a beat with how good the vibrations feel. But he doesn't want to, or better he can't come in his brother's mouth. He can't do this to him. So he pleads, and anxiously asks him to please stop, trying to push his head away with tears in his eyes.
The blond, though, isn't having it. Steadying himself, grabbing with avidity, gloating over Rin's cry as he applies more pressure at the base and slides his length against the ridgy roof of his mouth. Making him climax in a parade of desperate apologies, that stops only with Ran's lips connecting to his little brother's in a wet, sloppy kiss and the taste of profanity.
*
Calm takes over, between the old walls of that place they learnt to call home. It never felt like it though: for them 'home' was laughing while wreaking havoc or fighting, the comfort in being side by side, and sharing meals; the everyday life, as long as they were together. Home was never a place. It was family, a brother — whether it be younger or older, depending on who you asked.
Normally, Rindou doesn't care about their victims' conditions. He never refrained, the opposite, finding immense joy in making them suffer. Just like he loves watching his brother being equally cruel and violent. But there's something off this time. And he can't help but worry, with the foreboding that their last fight will have consequences they can't escape.
“Nii-chan… Do you think he's…”
Ran stops shampooing the blue locks, turning on the water to rinse his brother's hair with annoyance.
“Why are you even asking? He was scum… Who cares if he died.”
“I'm not worried about him, I'm worried about—”
You.
Rin can't even bring himself to finish the phrase, that the thought immediately makes him shiver. He can't lose his brother. His home.
“There is blood on your hands…”
They will take you away from me.
“If you get arrested what do I—”
Not a word comes from the older, simply staring at him with an unreadable expression.
Rindou flinches when he unexpectedly punches the cabin's glass door, with enough force to break it. “Is this what's bothering you?” asks Ran unconcerned, grabbing a shard from the floor. He rolls it in his hands for a couple of seconds, studying its sharp edge as he waits for an answer. Rindou nods, avoiding his gaze, holding back the tears. He's still just a child…
The blond then opens a cut in his left palm with determination.
“Rinrin, look at me.” The tone is serious, authoritative, but there's a hint of thoughtfulness. He grabs his jaw first, forcing Rindou to look into his intense purple eyes, then takes hold of his hands. Fresh, warm blood trailing down them slowly. Divine.
“There's blood on your hands too, now.
Wherever I'll go, you'll always be with me.”
With this rite we're eternally bound together.