nilielh | [Drabble Series] Forbidden Volume 2

Title : [Drabble Series] Forbidden Vol 2 - Part 10.1
Rating : NC17
Genre : AU
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Summary : Here was where it all fell apart.
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Warning : Incest

It felt kinda wonderful to know that for once, he was able to do the right thing.

Well, forget the fact that he and his brother had been screwing each other for what seemed like forever, the thing he did earlier was kind of amazing. Considering the fact that he really, really liked his coach (and his coach’s cock) and to decline the man’s obvious ruse to get into his pants (and into something else he knew only belonged to his brother) was something he really ought to be proud of.

There’s a certain bounce in his steps, he realized, as he wandered around their tiny kitchen to finish the food he was preparing earlier before his coach showed up. He was smiling to himself and he felt kind of light, imagining his brother’s arms slipping around his waist from behind and murmuring –

“I’m home,”

He shrieked, shocked, freezing in place as his fantasy suddenly came to reality, feeling the familiar slide of his brother’s arms around his waist as he was being pulled, his back against his brother’s sturdy chest.

“N-Niichan?”

A hum against the side of his neck, then. “Hmm, why, are you expecting somebody else?” was his brother’s breathy reply and he shut his eyes, letting the memory of his coach’s face when he closed the door behind him fade away.

His fingers found his brother’s hands, slipped his fingers through his brother’s longer ones as words of apologies started tumbling out of from his mouth, while his brother’s arms remained wrapped around him, his brother’s lips pressed against the nape of his neck.

“Never mind that,” his brother murmured, lips teasing a line from the side of his neck to the underside of his ear. “I want to know why you didn’t invite your coach in when he came to visit you earlier,” his brother told him, ghosting feather-like kisses across the back of his neck.

He stilled and gripped his brother’s hands tightly, afraid he’d pull away any second. He wanted to ask why his brother chose not to show up while he was talking to his coach, or whether he was expecting him to drop on his knees right then and there to suck his coach off before he shoved him away.

He ducked his head and tried not to let his tears get in the way, his chest constricting at the sudden pain. Well, it should be expected, but really, hearing the words straight on (and the meaning behind it, much more) was like a sharp knife slicing into his chest, repeatedly.

“You were expecting me to screw up more than I already have, huh?” he mumbled, hurt and disappointed and feeling a bit like he’d swallowed a rock. His voice was scratchy and his fingers were trembling, but he refused to let those get in the way of wanting to hold his brother’s hand, of wanting to feel his brother’s warm body pressed against him.

A beat, then. “Can you blame me?”

“No,” he replied, and then the tears followed the words like both were trying to outrun each other; his chest was heavy and he felt like throwing himself out in the streets if only to make his brother believe how sorry he was for what he did. “I guess not,”

His brother slowly un-wrapped his arms away from him, and he wondered if this was it, if this was the end.

At least until a hand shut out from behind him to shut off the stove and his brother’s voice rang loud through his ears.

“Turn around, Kazu,” his brother commanded firmly, before he felt his brother’s hand closing around his forearms and turning him around just so, leaving him no time to wipe his tears before they’re finally face to face.

“Eh, huh?” he mumbled incoherently, fingers twisting against the hem of his own shirt when his brother reached over to brush his cheeks, wiping the moisture away using the back of his hand.

“Don’t cry,” he whispered, and it was only then he allowed himself to look up, biting his lower lip hard when he saw the expression on his brother’s face. “Kazu, hey,” he blinked and shook his head, not quite knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry,” was all he could come up with, looking down on his own two feet and feeling so miserable it was pathetic. “I don’t know what else to say but –“ he said, or at least started to, but his words got stuck in between his own mouth and the one that was suddenly slammed against his.

He only allowed himself a few seconds to reorient himself to the taste and feel of his brother’s mouth on his before he realized he was panting, mouth parting open to let his brother’s tongue in.

Then they were kissing – the hot slide of lips against lips, his tongue sucking his brother’s own into his own mouth without stopping – he missed the taste, he missed everything about this, realizing he had a handful of his brother’s hair when his brother pulled away to nip at his jaw.

He’s gasping within seconds, letting himself be swept away with the swiftness of his brother’s movements, his back hitting the edge of the kitchen counter while his brother continued sucking the air straight from his mouth.

He was moaning, writhing, fingers tangled through his brother’s hair, pushing his hips insistently against his brother’s own.

“Kazu, Kazu,”

“I’m so – I’m so sorry, Niichan,” he chanted, mouth parted and eyes tightly shut, enjoying the feel of his brother’s wet mouth sucking at his throat. It’s so good, just how he remembered it to be, his brother’s hands touching him all over, marking him his.

“Shhh,” his brother hushed him, lips ghosting down, fingers leaving trails of goosebumps on their wake as he traveled downwards; his fingers were digging into his brother’s shoulders for support, hips swaying as his brother’s free hand was expertly tugging on his pants down his narrow hips.

“Ahh – please,” he begged and begged again, wanting his brother’s mouth where it mattered, his cock begging for attention.

“What do you want?” he heard him say over the noise of his own heartbeat, and he opened his eyes to the sight of his brother’s hand wrapped around his length and his brother’s mouth hovered dangerously close to the tip.

He’s scrambling for his brother’s shoulder, running his fingers through his brother’s hair and swallowing hard. The sight was enough to make him want to beg his brother again, but he didn’t think he even have the right to demand something from his brother now – not after what he did.

He gulped and tugged his brother by the ears till they were again facing each other, slamming his small mouth against his brother’s own.

When he pulled back, he knew he was crying again.

“Whatever you choose to give me,” he whispered, “I’ll take it, Niichan,”