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The air was cool and damp, carrying the faint smell of pine and wet bark. Fog covering the rain only a few feet from the wooden steps. Nestled deep in the woods stood a house on a hill, blending seamlessly in with the oak and pine. The roof made subtle taps following the rain softly pouring down. 

The house was a good size for the five of them. 3 bedrooms in total along with a small storage room. The fair sized kitchen and dining area with the entrance leading into the living room. In the front, was a built on porch with a screen in view to look outside. Conveniently, when the house was built, there was already a bathhouse about a block down the hill. Out of the three bedrooms, Zohakutan, the youngest of the group had his own room while the other four shared in twos. Urogi and Aizetsu in one while Karaku and Sekido occupied the other. 

Sekido stood out on the porch, sulking from his loss of patience. Sliding his sleeve back, his watch read:

7:20 p.m.

Frustration bubbled within him. "What’s taking so long?!" he called out, his voice echoing through the house. A rustle followed by heavy footsteps answered him. "Miss me?" Karaku teased. Sekido scoffed and turned away. A finger gently guided his chin back to face Karaku, their eyes meeting. "Oh, don’t be so sour… you look good." Karaku joked. Sekido huffed and looked away again. “Stop.” He said sternly. Karaku smiled and gave Sekido space. Sekido tilted his head to the side and sighed. Although he felt a little guilt from being harsh, he didn’t want to show his true emotion. "Why did you insist on me going to this... charade?" Karaku stepped back, breaking eye contact, his body shifting uncomfortably despite his poker face. "You don’t want to go?" His green eyes met Sekido’s again. He looked a bit somber. His change in expression caught Sekido off guard. He felt a pang of guilt in his chest with how disappointed Karaku looked. Sekido’s gaze drifted to Karaku’s body, noting how the green blazer molded perfectly to his waist, his shoulders broad peaking through the fabric. A hint of pink lit up his cheeks and he looked away. Would he even go if I didn’t? he wondered. His thoughts were interrupted by Karaku’s playful persuasion. "Hey, it’ll be fun! We’ll drink, gossip, and maybe even get lucky." He winked. Sekido’s gaze snapped back up. “What are you talking about?! Shut up!” He yelped. Karaku laughed “I’m just kidding! Ow! Don’t hit me!” Sekido let out a huff and relaxed. The idea of drinking after so long tempted him. Maybe it could take his mind off things, even just for one night. Something was tugging in the back of his mind for a while. Something that wouldn’t detach itself. What harm could it do?

“Fine.” He sighed, with a little hesitation. Karaku shimmied his shoulders and leaned closer to his agitated partner. “Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.” 

In reality it was from 8pm-3am. 

They both walked down the hill towards the end of the driveway. 

“I’ll drive.” Sekido said switching to the driver's side. 

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best with what happened last time hehe~” 

“Don’t laugh, idiot! You almost crashed with Zoha in the back!” 

Karaku laughed with a cocky stance. He grabbed the handle and halted. 

“ Ah shit, I forgot something.” He ran back up the hill and shouted down, “Go ahead and warm up the car!”  

Annoying. The frustrated man swung the car door open and stuck his head inside. Fast food bags sprawled across the passenger seat. “ Ugh. Urogi.” His body made its way into  the driver's seat, turning the key which introduced the hum of the vehicle. The sound of the rain hitting the windshield and the vibration of the car was surprisingly relaxing. But… How could he relax with trash laying around? With a huff, he gathered the wrappers and stepped back out of the warmth of the car. The trash can was on the right side of the driveway. He tossed the junk, mumbling to himself. Luckily, the trees shielded him from the wet weather. He looked back up the hill to the house. What’s taking him so long? A few droplets hit the shoulder of his black suit. The weather was picking up, causing him to hurry back to the car. The heat eased his frustration, but not his patience. Fortunately, Karaku appeared running down the hill with an umbrella and stuck something in his pocket. Sekido wondered what he needed to grab, but didn’t intrude. 

7:39 p.m. the clock read above the radio 

“Took you long enough! Christ.” Sekido exclaimed. 

“Had to grab you an umbrella hehe.” 

“We’re going to be late. Hurry up and shut the door!” 

The hinges squeaked and the click of the door synchronized with the gas. Sekido wasn’t the best driver either.

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The ride was unbearably awkward. What’s with this tension? Karaku didn’t say a word but stare out the window, watching the rain fall. Sekido couldn’t stand the silence. Sekido glanced over and noticed Karaku wasn’t smiling. With his eyes back to the road, he thought about the past week. Karaku had been acting differently lately… but so has he. Something sprung into his mind that he’d been trying to avoid. Something Aizetsu had done a few days ago.

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“What’s with you and Karaku?” Aizetsu bluntly asked, sitting on the couch popping puff corn into his mouth. 

Sekido, who was sweeping the dining room from dinner, halted and questioned him with his usual angry attitude.

“What are you on about now?” 

Aizetsu responded, with an unfazed expression. 

“Don’t act like you’ve been normal . You’ve been more stern than usual. Specifically towards Karaku and you know it.” 

Although he couldn’t admit Aizetsu was right, he gritted his teeth in repression. The problem was, is that not even him knew why he was more irritable towards Karaku.

“Zoha has been on edge since he’s been out of the hospital. You know it’s been hard on him. And I know you’ve been worried about him. You two acting this way isn’t helping. Ever since you’ve started fighting with him, Zoha has been struggling in school again.”

Those sharp blue eyes turned their attention at the sound of shouting coming from Urogi’s room. The muffled screams of the two rebellious clones filled the home, distracting them from the discussion. Always rage gaming those two. They could fool someone they were being murdered.

Sekido stood in his own guilt as Aizetsu returned to him. The broom still in hand, he didn’t say a word. Although Sekido hated to admit, Aizetsu was always able to see through his facade despite how hard he tried to hide it. Sekido thought about what he said. Zohakuten had been avoiding them, especially during dinner.

“I-I.. don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re a terrible liar...” Aizetsu bumbled, sinking into the couch. 

“Ugh. Will you stop?! Why do you care if I have-“

“When was the last time you two had sex?”

“..?! WHA-” Sekidos face flushed red. He was astonished by Aizetsu’s bluntness. 

How could he be so upfront like that? Especially about… that .

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How could he be so blunt about something like that. Something so personal. It wasn’t true, but he felt like it was for whatever reason. Why was he asking in the first place? Sekido stood in shock, not knowing what to say. He took a moment to think about it, but tried to avoid it. Those thoughts he’d been trying to distance himself from for so long. He wanted to stray away from them. But why? He kept thinking back, but his mind was clouded, purposely blocking it out. Sekido was someone who was reserved. He may act like some stuck up virgin, but he’s plenty experienced.

“It must be true then.” 

Sekido looked up in fear. 

Aizetsu chuckled and let out a little laugh while Sekido was left in a sweat. Seeing him actually smile about something like this was… creepy. Was he joking? 

“So you are?”

“Wha- No! We- I HAVE NOT ! What kind of sick fucking joke is that!? We’re brothers!”

Aizetsu was always someone who was incredibly dark. Always with the sick and twisted jokes. He always said them so seriously. 

Why am I even conversing about this?!

“Am I being interrogated?”

“It’s a simple question. I’m not stupid ya’ know. Your bedroom is right next to mine. And I know damn well you aren’t bringing women to the house. ”

Sekido twitched. 

“I don’t think I need to be talking to you about my personal life.”

“Personal life? I can hear everything Sekido.”

What was he talking about? It’s vile. Disgusting. They’re fucking brothers for Christ sake.

“Did you guys have an argument or something?”

Sekido remained still, though internally he recoiled. Aizetsu was right on the money. He hadn't realized just how much his frustration and anger had built up, causing him to lash out at Karaku in their last argument. They had had arguments before, but not like this. It was different. The aura, the feelings. His emotions were reaching a boiling point.

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The ticking of the clock hit 1:30am.

Karaku clicked the door shut silently, trying to not make any noise. He turned away from the knob to see Sekido, with his arms crossed, illuminated under the kitchen light.

“Karaku. Why are you getting home so late? You were supposed to pick up Zoha from school at 3pm. Where were you?” Sekido sternly asks. 

“Oh relax, doll face you’re so sensitive. You’re the one always looking out for him. Why didn’t you pick him up?” 

“Do NOT call me that! I am nothing to you! And why do I need to do everything in this house! I cook and clean and you do absolutely nothing!” 

“Ugh. I don’t need this.” Karaku scoffed, walking off towards the door.

“Don’t walk away from me! I’m talking to you!”

Sekido grabbed Karaku’s wrist to pull him back.

Karaku whipped Sekido’s hand away. 

“Why are you like this?! You dumbass!” Sekido yelled.

“What the fuck are you on?! I haven’t done SHIT!” Karaku defended. 

“EXACTLY! that’s the problem with you, you fuckface!” 

Karaku scoffed, still holding Sekido’s wrist, then gripping the other. They both were fit, but Karaku was always out and about, and at the gym practically everyday.

“Let go of me!”

“What are you gonna do about it if I don’t?”

Sekido gave him a deafening glare, piercing his soul with his blood red irises. 

“Let. Go.”

Karaku sneered, closing in on Sekido’s face.

“Make me. You know I like that. Your violence. Your anger. ”

Ugh. You sick fuck.

Sekido jolted as he felt Karaku’s close in, his body rubbing against his own. His heart thumped in his chest. 

With a swing, Sekido smacked Karaku’s face with the back of his fist. “Get the FUCK OFF ME YOU CREEP!!!”

Karaku stumbled backwards, but not falling. His palm was held out in front of him as he held his nose, red dripping onto his free hand. Sekido was taken aback. What came over him- no. What came over him. 

“You Karaku. What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“Heh. Heh Heh.”

Karaku laughed. What the fuck is wrong with him?? 

“Me, huh? What about you? And him.”

“What?”

 Sekido pondered, but still angry. What was he on about? 

“What are you talking about?”

Karaku wiped his nose, blood smearing onto his palm.

“HUH! What’s that about !?”You’ve been flirting with him! That fucker, Aizetsu.”

Sekido boiled with rage.

“Did he fuck you? Is that why you’re always with him?! Why are you always so infatuated with him?!”

The blood rushed to Sekido’s face as the red flowed underneath his eyes. How could he try and accuse and judge him of something like this.

“Fuck you! I don’t even know what you’re talking about!”

Karaku obviously noticed the blush in Sekido’s cheeks, showing his emotions. This only enraged him more. He felt a sense of possessiveness over Sekido. It made him fume that it was Aizetsu in his mind, making him blush. He felt in his heart that it was true. At least in his mind. 

“You think i’m a fucking retard? I see the way you’ve been looking at him. You were in his room all night last night.”

Sekido stumbled over his words. It was true. 

“I-I can’t with you. Just go! Leave!”

It was true. Sekido was in Aizetsu’s room last night. But not for what Karaku is accusing of him. He couldn’t say why, out of embarrassment. 

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Sekido came back to the present. He didn’t want to think about the argument. It just made his thoughts go insane. He didn’t want to think about why he was in Aizetsu’s room. 

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

Aizetsu sighed and quickly stood up. He moved towards Sekido, stopping close to his ear.

Sekido felt a burning sensation in the pit of his stomach.

His breath hit Sekidos ear, making it flush with red at the tip. 

“Why not?” Aizetsu liked seeing Sekido so flustered. Why was he doing this? 

“Are you sure you’re not just sexually frustrated? Look at you, blushing so easily. From what you told me last night. It seems like you need it.” Aizetsu teased, but kept his typical monotone voice. He pressed his thumb on Sekido’s ear, feeling the heat radiate. 

Sekido’s eyes widened as his words echoed in his ears with his blush increasing. 

“Sekido.”

“..?”

Aizetsu drew close to Sekido's lips, pressing them gently, the broom falling to the ground.

Huh?

 Sekido tried to mouth something but Aizetsu’s cold lips cut him off. Startled, Sekido couldn’t believe what came over Aizetsu and stood still. What the fuck? Sekido hesitated, his body instinctively pulling back from Aizetsu's sudden advance. Aizetsu placed his hands on Sekido's elbows, encouraging him to lean in, their bodies coming together. Despite Aizetsu’s initial coldness, Sekido found comfort in the touch. 

Aizetsu was able to taste something familiar.

He’s been drinking. Again.

The contrast of Aizetsu's coolness against Sekido's warmth created a unique sensation. Aizetsu lingered over Sekido, causing him to arch his back for balance. Sekidos mind disagreed, but he couldn’t pull away. As Sekido moaned into the kiss, their tongues met, only Aizetsu’s eyes locking on Sekidos half open eyes. “S-Stop…” Despite Sekido's whispered plea to stop, Aizetsu persisted, guiding him with a soft command to open wider. Sekido, overwhelmed, complied. “You’re so obedient.” Aizetsu's comment caused a rush of heat to flood Sekido's cheeks, his body responding to Aizetsu's touch. Aizetsu hummed and began slipping his fingers onto Sekido’s stomach. He put his leg against Sekido’s crotch, making him jolt.

 Sekido's breath hitched as he panicked, “W-what are you doing?!”

Aizetsu did not answer. He continued. Each movement from Aizetsu against his groin sending shivers down his spine. As Aizetsu's hand ventured further, Sekido's hands found their place on Aizetsu's chest, his face betraying the pleasure he felt. Aizetsu now had Sekido’s entire package in the palm of his hand. Sekido gasped and pleaded. “N-no!” Aizetsu tilted his head. He looked down at Sekido’s hands and his mouth. He wasn’t pushing him away, but telling him to stop. How adorable. “You seem pent up here. You're already hard. Don’t hold back. Let it go,” Aizetsu comforted, his touch igniting a fire within Sekido.

“Aizetsu- I-I can’t… we can’t.” 

“No? I can feel your heart pounding. Here… And here.” He said, poking at the bulge in Sekido’s pants. 

“Stop..! I don’t want to…please don’t…”

“Stop? You’re squirming underneath me. If you don’t want it, then pull away.”

“I…I-I…” Sekido was torn between his desires. He knew he so desperately needed this physical release, but the obvious was holding him back. 

Aizetsu had his answer and he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. Aizetsu moved his hand a little, not breaking eye contact. He began rubbing the bulge sensually, feeling it get harder with each movement. 

“A-Aizetsu!.. stop!”

“It’s not healthy to avoid it. I can tell you need to orgasm.”

Aizetsu fingered his way underneath Sekido’s underwear, letting the waistband make a smack against Sekido’s abdomen, teasing him.

“D-don’t!” Sekido began to push away, with Aizetsu immediately pulling him back holding his arm with one of his. He snuck his way underneath, tapping Sekido’s erection, then wrapping around it.

“AH- W-What are you doing?!!”

“What? You don’t like it?”

Aizetsu closed his eyes, listening to the sweet sounds coming from Sekido’s lips.

No way… He’s…! Jerking me off!

“A-Aizetsu-!”

In a panic, Sekido tried to grab Aizetsu’s wrist, only to be too stuck in a daze. His grip was weak. 

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” 

Sekido's world turned hazy as Aizetsu's touch deepened. There was something about the way Aizetsu moved that was completely and utterly intoxicating. Why is he letting him do this? Sekido was confused. Utterly panicking on the inside but could not bring himself to pull away from Aizetsu’s touch. Aizetsu was none the less experienced. He knew what he was doing.

“How long has it been since you’ve pleasured yourself? 3 weeks? A month?”

“I- uh…!” Sekido’s head tilted back while his hands lifted as if he didn’t know what to do with them. Aizetsu, who saw Sekido struggle, interlocked his fingers with his.

“Put your hands here.” Aizetsu guided Sekido’s hand to his chest. Sekido curled his fingers under his palms once he felt the silky shirt on Aizetsu’s chest.

“Ai-Chan…”

Aizetsu found the nickname cute and although he found himself blushing a little, he maintained his composure. Sekido’s opened his eyes slightly to see Aizetsu’s hand lift to his mouth, coating his fingers with his saliva. 

Wha…?

Aizetsu could see Sekido’s panic. He assured him with a look of sincerity as he slipped his way underneath Sekido’s underwear again, this time sliding down his back end.

“W-wait! Don’t-”

Aizetsu’s finger delved deeper with each moan Sekido released.

“So tight.”

“Sh-shut up you...! Gah!  Mph-!! Aizetsu! ahh…stop.. it’s too much..! It feels weird…” Sekido gasped and smacked his mouth shut with his hand as he felt Aizetsu’s finger reach all the way in. He felt tears welling up in his eyes. He’s never experienced something like this. With a man. With his brother .

“It hurts!”

“Just relax.”

Amidst soft cries and overwhelming sensations, Sekido struggled to contain his conflicting emotions and desires. “Shh… you don’t want them to hear, do you?” Tears rolled down his cheeks as he battled with his own impulses, losing control over his body's responses. He lifted one hand and wiped Sekido’s cheek. “Look at you blush. So conflicted with your feelings.” Watching Aizetsu jerk him off through his pants was infuriating all while he was being fingered as well. 

Why is he… so good at this-!

“Have you really not been touching yourself? You’re so sensitive.”

“Aizetsu…! This isn’t-” Sekido grumbled.

I don’t stick my fingers up my ass! That’s! What… am I doing?! I can’t think straight! 

This is wrong! So WRONG!

“Are you angry, or is this turning you on? Your cock is pulsating.”

Aizetsu’s voice rang in Sekido’s ears. In a moment of clarity, Sekido's mind spun with confusion and desire, unable to resist the pull of the intense moment unfolding before him. And as much as he hated to admit it, he also loved it. He loved the way Aizetsu made him feel, the way his touch set his skin on fire. Sekido glanced down once again, mesmerizing Aizetsu’s hand movements on his cock.

Sekido gripped Aizetsu’s arm, his own moving with his.

He likes to watch, hm?

Despite his protests, Aizetsu persisted, his actions guided by a singular focus. 'Here?' Aizetsu's whispered question sent a jolt through Sekido, who tried to stifle his moans. Sekido gasped as he felt two more fingers slip their way inside of him. Aizetsu's touch hit its mark, eliciting a chorus of strangled sounds from Sekido that sounded more like a desperate cough for air.

“Ah! Ah- Ah- Ah..! Fuck-ugh!”

As Sekido's moans mingled with Aizetsu's movements, he found himself lost in a whirlwind of sensation, his body responding beyond his control. It hurt so good. Groaning into Aizetsu's shoulder, trying to mask his sounds, his grunts of pain and pleasure. Sekido surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, his body arching in response to Aizetsu's touch, finally giving into his temptations. “It… it feels good… mmm…”  he surrendered. Aizetsu kissed Sekido’s ear softly. 

“You’re doing well.” Aizetsu praised him and used two fingers to stimulate Sekido’s tip. 

“Hah oh God…! K-Karaku …I’m gonna-!” his drunken whimpers confirming Aizetsu’s suspicions.

“Hmph already?” Aizetsu teased. He didn’t care, in fact he wanted him to cum fast. He knew what that meant. 

Although the cry of his brother's name didn’t anger him, but instead was relieved; that he was right. 

“Cum for me, Sekido.” He whispered, in a slightly deeper seductive voice, encircling the glans with his fingertips. 

“ O-oh fuck- I’m-”

Sekido's body tensed into Aizetsu's shoulder, his legs convulsing with each hitched breath. Aizetsu scoffed hearing Sekido’s higher pitched desperate moan. “Yes… Let it out. I want to hear you.” Aizetsu winced, feeling Sekido’s nail dig into his chest. He had to lift Sekido slightly as he relaxed in his embrace, then removed his hand, now slick with Sekido's fluids. Sekido, heaved into Aizetsu’s shirt, inhaling his scent. He only know took in the smell of his cologne. He liked it. He took a moment to gather himself, spit staining Aizetsu’s shirt. 

Overcome by a mix of shame and desire, Sekido let the tears stream down into Aizetsu’s shirt. Aizetsu brushed his hair behind his ear, comforting him. He sniffled and pushed himself away, hastily covering his groin with his shirt. Aizetsu remained composed, wiping the saliva from his mouth without a flinch.

"Don't be ashamed," he said, lifting a finger to his lips and wrapping his tongue around it, tasting the remnants. Sekido blushed at the lewd gesture. "Stop!" Sekido exclaimed, pushing Aizetsu away. "Why are you doing this?!" Sekido was freaking out. Why didn’t he push himself away? Why didn’t he defend himself?  He swung his arm, but Aizetsu caught his wrist in a tight grip, blocking the attack. His sharp gaze pierced Sekido's soul as he closed in again. 

“Sekido, you truly are something else.” 

“What..?”
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I still can’t stop thinking about it. What did he mean? It was 3 days ago and he hasn’t figured it out.

Or was it that he didn't want to know. Not wanting to accept whatever it was.

Sekido felt hot flushes thinking back to that day. He tried covering his face with his hand as he drove, trying to hide his flushed cheeks from Karaku. It was something he could not speak of. He was ashamed. What is wrong with him? 

He tried keeping his eyes on the road, but swayed towards Karaku.

His hands… his body.

Sekido couldn’t help but stare at Karakus body. Watching his chest move from his steady breathing. He glanced back and forth. His eyes are drawn to Karaku’s body. His racing thoughts were agitating. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to suppress his red cheeks. His mind begins to wander. He wants to see those hands, touching his body. Touching him everywhere. Touching him… Like how Aizetsu touched him the other day. He couldn’t deny it. Karaku was extremely attractive in this outfit. Karaku shifted in his seat, setting a sense of panic in Sekido, making him look back at the road.

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8:20 p.m.

The shift of the gear set them up for what was to come. It’d been so long since they’d been out. Sekido couldn’t help but feel a wave of anxiety wash over him. On the other hand, his passenger was laid back as usual, gathering himself and opening the door. He caught a glimpse of Sekido eyeing him as he stepped out. He paused, with his body halfway out of the door. “See something you like?” He teased. The crimson in Sekido’s eyes turned a bright pink matching his cheeks as he realized what he was doing. “Yeah right!” How infuriating, he thought, tensing up. His pride took a second to step out. Before he knew it, Karaku was on his side, cracking the door open. He held an umbrella in one hand with the other waiting for another to clasp it. With hesitation, he took the charismatic man’s palm. 

Both men were met with a skyscraper of a building. You could say it was owned by a wealthy business with how it was put together; huge windows along with a large glass door. It was nothing short of glamorous with all the lights illuminating the street. Sekido was taken aback, questioning what kind of party this really was. He wanted to question him on how he was invited to this kind of party but held his tongue. “Shall we head inside?” His warm smile wasn’t something Sekido was used to, but obliged. He surprisingly didn’t have an attitude towards him. Why was he acting like they didn’t have that argument a few weeks ago.

The light was blinding walking into the building. Sekido took in the crowd of people around him staring at the presumed couple that walked in. He felt a sense of awkwardness and embarrassment from all the eyes staring back at him. Did he look ok? Why is everyone staring? Sekido uncomfortably positioned himself in place, stepping closer to Karaku. His sense of anxiety heightened from the amount of eyes on him. Karaku flinched when their shoulders bumped together. He nudged Sekido and smiled. Sekido scoffed, shuffling his feet away, realizing how close he had gotten.

It wasn’t anything like he expected, considering how Karaku could never keep a job. Luckily, both him and Aizetsu had steady jobs, while Urogi stayed at home caring for Zohakuten.  Although their living situation was good, five people in one house isn’t cheap. Sekido forced both Karaku and Urogi to do side jobs. Mostly construction and yard work for those in the village further down the mountain. It wasn’t much, but every penny counted. Zohakuten attended school regularly, which meant more money out of their pockets. Sekido took care of school funds while Aizetsu was responsible for bills. Urogi and Karaku usually dealt with groceries and essentials. 

Sekido was taking in the environment. There were people mingling around in groups. He caught a few women staring at him. He brushed closer to Karaku with a look of annoyance. 

A man suddenly approached them, with a presence like nothing he’d experienced before. The man had sickly pale skin and silky black hair. His sharp eyes had a hint of pink creeping from the pupils. He wore a white suit along with a hat, which actually complimented his do. He was certainly a looker, proven from the looks of all the women when he approached the two of them. A glass of red wine occupied one hand while the other shook Karaku’s hand. Sekido had a look of confusion while the two exchanged words.

“Karaku, you’re late.” The mysterious man sternly said. 

“Forgive me, Muzan . The weather got pretty bad on the way here.” 

Muzan? Sekido thought. Karaku didn’t lose his charm, but he could see right through him that he felt intimidated. 

Muzan lowered his gaze and tightened his grip, “Don’t let it happen again.” 

He looked at Sekido and squinted his eyes then looked back at Karaku as if he were judging him. Sweat rolled down both their foreheads. Giving one last look at Sekido, his face softened slightly and he turned and disappeared back into the crowd.

Both men exchanged glances, with Sekido looking enraged as usual. 

“Want a drink?” Karaku chuckled, breaking the tension.

Sekido looked down, rubbing his brow in agitation. “This better not be something that will bite you in the ass.” 

“Ahh don’t worry~ I know what I’m doing.” 

“Karaku! You don’t understand—you never do! This isn't something you should be getting involved in, you idiot!" Sekido exclaimed, throwing his arms down to his sides as his tie undid itself.

"Keep your voice down! Let's—okay. We can talk about this when we get home. Let's just enjoy tonight, eh?" Karaku uttered, fixing Sekido's tie. “Zoha just got out of the hospital..! I don’t want him in any danger!” Sekido quieted down but loudly whispered. He brushed his hair behind his ear and smiled, attempting to ease Sekido's agitation. The sensation, coupled with Karaku's calm expression, made Sekido blush slightly. “It’ll be okay. I promise.”

Sekido sighed and pushed Karaku's hand down. "Fine! This better not end in disaster! I need a drink," he muttered, crossing his arms.

“…! Wait up!”

He quickly walked over to the bar, with Karaku trailing behind.

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9:12 p.m.

Karaku watched as Sekido downed another drink. 

“Sekido, are you sure you should have another?” Karaku asked. 

“Who the hell do you think you are… I can drink as much as I want! Annoying!”

“Sekido, you’re gonna get sick if you keep this up.” 

“Shut up..! I’m fine! I handle my alcohol just fine!” 

The lights dimmed, catching Karaku’s attention. He looked behind him, and the room was looking more like a club now, the dance floor suddenly filling up with people. Karaku lit up with excitement and pushed his drink away, and grabbing Sekido’s wrist

“Sekidoooo~ let’s dance!”

Karaku began pulling Sekido away, causing his drink to tip over. 

“Hey! My drink!”

Karaku giggled, pulling him into the crowd of people dancing. 

They paused in the middle of the room, surrounded by vibrant lights that pulsed throughout the space—blue, green, yellow, and red. Karaku noticed how the red illuminated Sekido’s eyes, making them shine bright and glassy. He thought they looked stunning in that glow.

“Sekido, let’s dance!”

Karaku began to move his arms and legs, swaying his hips. Sekido already appeared tipsy, his cheeks flushed and palms sweaty. He stood awkwardly in the light, rubbing his thigh and glancing to the side. His nervousness was evident; he seemed visibly uncomfortable among the crowd. He shifted uncomfortably, as if trying to shrink away.

“What’s wrong?” Karaku chuckled.

The loud music thumped as Sekido muttered something, anxiously rubbing his forearm. He looked out of place, surrounded by people singing and dancing.

Karaku shouted, not hearing him, still dancing.

“I can’t! ”

Karaku slowed.

“What do you mean you can’t? It’s easy! Just move those sexy hips of yours.”

Karaku put his hands on Sekidos waist, sliding down to his hips, motioning them side to side. The alcohol eased Sekido’s angry attitude. The blush underneath those seductive blood red eyes increased. 

 Sekido glanced back at Karaku’s emerald eyes while he swayed his hips. He placed his hands on Karaku’s wrists, ready to pull away, but something inside him urged him to keep going.

“Stop… I can’t dance.”

He gently pushed against Karaku’s wrists, but they didn’t move as Karaku continued to guide Sekido’s hips. The booming music around them only fueled him more. Karaku noticed Sekido’s long, luscious eyelashes.

“Dance, baby. Move that body. I’ll help you.”

Sekido felt a blush creep onto his cheeks. His hands remained on Karaku’s, tightening his grip slightly. Karaku was so close, moving in sync with him.

“Look at that…” Karaku chuckled.

Karaku stepped back, watching the scene unfold. Sekido started rocking his hips on his own, swaying his torso. The effects of the alcohol were clearly taking hold. His body began to feel the rhythm, arms sliding across himself, reaching his hips, waist, and finally his shoulders. He lifted them in the air, putting on a drunken, seductive dance. His blazer lifted, revealing his Adonis belt and belly button, with a happy trail peeking out from his waistband. His pants hung low, almost slipping off despite the belt. The sound of his belt buckle clinking and his clothes rubbing against his skin was all Karaku could hear as he focused intently. Watching Sekido fueled his desire, especially the way he attempted to move his hips. He was clearly an amateur, his face flushed as he danced. It felt like the spotlight was solely on him in Karaku’s eyes.

Karaku took in every detail of Sekido’s swaying body—the sweat glistening on his forehead, his eyes nearly shut as he avoided Karaku’s gaze, clearly embarrassed. And that fucking blush. Those bright red cheeks were so heated, practically begging to be touched. Karaku stepped into Sekido’s space, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him aggressively into a dancing pose; his fingers sliding down his arm down his wrist. The sensation made Sekido swallow harshly. The lights dimmed, and the music shifted to a slow tune. Their bodies pressed together, moving in sync with the soft piano notes. Sekido felt a strange jolt of electricity and blushed even deeper. They no longer took in all the people surrounding them. Karaku took Sekido’s left hand, interlocked their fingers and lifted it while placing his other hand on Sekido’s waist. Sekido was taken aback, looking up into Karaku’s eyes, which sparkled with a seductive glint. As the music began, Karaku’s body flowed with the rhythm, leading Sekido along with him. He closed his eyes for a moment as he started to move, then opened them again to smile at Sekido, who was completely overwhelmed with embarrassment.

“Karaku… I can’t dance like this… I-I-”

Karaku chuckled and abruptly pulled him closer to his body, so much he felt Sekido’s heartbeat thump against his own chest. 

“It’s so simple, all you have to do is follow my lead. Step on my feet.”

Sekido furrowed in frustration, biting his lip as he attempted to put his shoes on Karaku's, trying to match his movements. Karaku remained calm, trying to assist Sekido in easing into the movements. As Sekido blinked, he lost his balance and bumped into Karaku. Karaku flinched but quickly wrapped his arms around Sekido's waist to catch him.

“ Ugh! This is pointless!”

Karaku chuckled. “You’re so stubborn. Don’t think so much about it. Just move with me. Feel the music. Feel me .”

Sekido turned his gaze away in frustration, still feeling the heat on his cheeks. He was breathing a bit heavily, and Karaku caught a faint whiff of alcohol in the air. Leaning in closer, he inhaled Sekido's unique scent, a blend of jasmine and vodka. It was like an aphrodisiac to get a whiff of him this close. When Sekido noticed Karaku watching him, the intensity of Karaku's gaze made him blush even more. Karaku flashed a seductive smile, causing Sekido to halt his movements as he felt the weight of Karaku's eyes on him.

“Why’d you stop? You were doing so well. Keep moving those sexy hips, baby.”

Karaku leaned in again, and Sekido obeyed his brother and he moved his hips again. They brushed up against his waistline.

“That’s it...”

Sekido felt a rush of embarrassment as he leaned his head against Karaku's shoulder. 

“Stop calling me that...” Sekido demanded weakly, curling his fingers under his palm on Karaku’s chest.

“What? ‘Baby’? Or… ‘ sexy’ ?”

Sekido flinched at the second word, burying his face more into Karaku’s axilla.

“Oh-ho-ho… look who’s getting all flustered.”

Karaku pressed his abdomen against Sekido's, causing him to flinch. As Karaku swayed his hips, they moved together in a rhythm. With a slightly larger frame, Karaku's pelvis nestled against Sekido's, creating a spooning effect. He thrust his hips gently, lifting Sekido's and guiding him into an intimate dance. A shaky breath escaped him as their crotches brushed together, their belts clanking against each other, making his cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink.

“So does that mean I can call you baby? Just not ‘sexy’?”

 Sekidos grip tightened on Karaku’s shoulder, the fabric cracking. Karaku couldn’t help but chuckle and close his eyes. Sekido's feet rested atop Karaku's as they swayed, the music enveloping them. With his face buried in Karaku's shoulder, Sekido's head drifted down his chest. Karaku could sense the heat radiating from Sekido's body, and soon their movements synchronized perfectly with the music.

“I’ll take that as a yes. You’re so adorable.” Karaku whispered in Sekido’s flushed ear. 

“Shut it.”

And they continued to sway, Sekido let out a shaky breath, lifting his head slightly out of Karaku’s armpit. Karaku wore a strong cologne. He inhaled his scent, and rocked his hips again, feeling the music. Karaku smiled as he watched Sekido dance, noting the small folds in his blazer against his waist from his slow sway, like a beautiful snake dance. 

“Look at you. I told you it was easy. You were made for this. I can’t believe I’ve never seen you dance before.”

Sekido overcame his embarrassment, and looked up at Karaku. A surprising tiny hint of a smile creeping at the corners of Sekido’s mouth, followed by a single huff, like a laugh. Karaku slowed, blushing at his smile. It was something he rarely saw. Sekido stopped smiling when he noticed Karaku eyeing him. Both their deep emerald and blood red eyes met, and they leaned closer. Karaku felt Sekido’s hot breath flow against his lips. His lips were puffy, and pink. Probably from the alcohol. They were so kissable. They were mere inches away. 

Do it…

Do it. 

Do it!

“Excuse me!”

A tug on his arm made Karaku jolt from their focused trance. He turned to see a relatively attractive and petite woman.

“I like the way you move. Can we dance?”

Karaku turned and looked back at Sekido.

“Come on, handsome! Let’s dance!”

Sekido tightened his grip on Karaku’s sleeve behind him, pulling him slightly. The girl was also pulling at Karaku’s arm. He looked down at the woman. Her skintight red dress, hugging her curvy body. She looked ravishing, he had to admit. Soft hips, nice face. Her breasts were basically spilling out of her dress. He could see her panty line. Lace cheeky.

Sekido yanked his hand away and walked off back towards the bar. Karaku’s hand recoiled and he swung his head back. 

“ah- Sekido! Wait!”

Karaku started to walk away but a grip held him back. He turned with a menacing look back at the woman trying to lure him away. She smiled at Sekido walking away and looked back at Karaku.

“What's his problem? That’s too bad… he was just as good looking as you. Ah well, forget him. Let’s go back to my place and maybe drink a little?”

Karaku felt a different type of heat in his head. Pure. Hate. Pure anger . Is this what Sekido feels? He turned back to the woman.

“Get the fuck off me you whore . Go fuck some other boy toy.” He said hoarsely. 

“What- Excuse me?! Ugh! You’re a fucking ugly asshole anyways!”

The woman scurried away, her heels clacking against the wood floor.

“Tsk.”

Karaku ran after Sekido, losing him in the crowd.

“Hey, Sekido! Where are you going?”

In the crowd of people, Karaku spotted him, his red eyes catching his attention as he turned to the side, changing direction. Karaku reached out and placed his palms on Sekido’s shoulders gently. Sekido pulled away immediately. 

“Get the fuck off me! Go with her why don’t you!”

What? Is he… jealous? That’s-

“Huh?! You’re going to, aren’t you! Go fuck her too! Get it over with because that’s all you are good for and leave me! I see the way you looked at that whore!”

“Huh? Sekido, what are you talking about?” Karaku comforted, putting his hands on Sekido’s arms, trying to get through to him. There were visible tears making his eyes foggy with a glint. 

“You’re so selfish... All you do is party and have sex with all these… ‘women’. Bringing them to the house, stressing me out! Zoha doesn’t need it! I don’t need it! It’s vile the things I hear! Disgusting!” 

“I-I can’t do it Karaku… I can’t..”

Sekido sniffled.

“Hey… Sekido, don’t be like that. Hey… don’t cry…”

Karaku tried pulling him closer by his shoulder , but Sekido pulled away. 

“I’m not fucking crying! You wouldn’t care even if I was! This is why I-”

Sekido cut himself off. He was drunk, but not enough yet to not know what he was doing. 

“Just- Leave me alone. I’m going to go drink.”

“Sekido, you've already drank a lot. Just come with me. We can talk.”

“I don’t wanna fucking talk with you! You’re never at home to talk! Why does it matter now to you!? You’re such a fucking hypocrite.”

Sekido ripped his arm away again and walked towards the bar, pushing his way past the men and women. Sekido’s issue was obvious, but Karaku was blinded. How could he not see it? 

Karaku looked around as Sekido walked away, sitting in one of the bar stools. He immediately got a drink and chugged it down. 

Maybe I should just leave him for a bit. 

Inside, Karaku was afraid to leave Sekido on his own, but at the same time, he felt he would get nowhere with him. Instead, he sighed and rubbed the back of his head. He felt better if he gave him some space for a while. 

I’ll just be gone for a minute.

Karaku walked out, shoving those who got in his way out the door, getting a few glares and watch outs. He leaned against the brick wall, feeling the cold air and a few droplets of rain on his cheeks. He felt heated. He rubbed his brow and reached into his back pocket, taking out a cigarette box. He hit it against his hand and popped one into his mouth, lighting it. He brushed against something in his blazer pocket. He looked down, reaching into it. The item he grabbed before he left. He stared at it.

Maybe I should just take that bitch home.

A condom.

“What the fuck am I thinking?” He muttered.

It repeated in his head.

“You’re going to, aren't you! Go fuck her too! Get it over with because that’s all you’re good for and leave me!”

Karaku frowned, feeling a huge guilt wash over him. What did he mean? ‘Leave him’. Karaku was puzzled. Did Sekido miss him? Or did he mean leaving him with everything at home? He thought about Zoha. He’d been fine, he thought, since he got back, but of course he was worried for his younger brother subconsciously, no matter how much of a brat he was. Sekido’s words. About Zohakuten, must be what his problem was. 

Problem .

Problem…

My fucking problem.

Karaku sucked his teeth and spat his cigarette out and put it out with his foot, crunching against the gravel. He shoved the condom back into his pocket and walked back into the building, music blasting in his ears. He pushed past the people surrounding him. He looked around for Sekido, spotting him at the bar, slumped over. He sighed in relief and relaxed his shoulders. A few women stopped near him, trying to talk to him, but he brushed them all off.

He’s such a… ha… Why is he drinking so much? I guess he’s been stressed. 

Karaku turned the bar stool and sat down. He adjusted his belt as it dug into his stomach.

“Sekido.”

Sekido took another sip of his drink. 

“What? You fucked her real quick in the alley huh?”

Karaku chuckled and shook his head. 

“Is that all you take me for? A fuckboy?”

“That’s exactly what I think of you, actually.”

Karaku slumped and rubbed his eye. 

“Don’t be so harsh! That’s stings.” He teased. 

Sekido scoffed. He didn’t look at him.

“Sekido… why were you in Aizetsu’s room the other night?”

Sekido froze. He didn’t answer.

“Sekido.”

“…”

“Do you-”

“Karaku?”

“What?”

“Can you go to the car and grab my wallet?”

Oh.

“I need another drink, but they won’t let me have any more unless I pay my tab I already have.”

He hiccuped.

“I can take care of it. It’s fine.”

“No. Get my wallet.”

Karaku handed his card to the bartender. 

“…”

“What? No ‘thank you’?”

“I didn’t ask for that. Don’t try to flatter me.”

Karaku chuckled. 

“You can leave, you know.” Sekido scoffed.

“Well if you’re going to drink, let me stay here with you. I don’t want you wandering anywhere this drunk.”

“Hmph. All of a sudden you care about me. How fucking cute. Fuck you.”

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It wasn’t long before Sekido consumed more than he could handle. Karaku sat by his side at the bar with his hand resting on his drunken partner's back. Seeing how Sekido gets with drinking, Karaku couldn’t help but tease him.

He could see Sekido’s body sway as he put his hand on his forehead. Sweat dripping down his cheek, he whispered something. Karaku leaned closer. He could tell how much Sekido had drank just by his breath.

Although Sekido enjoyed sweeter alcohol, he ended up drinking a mixture with hard liquor. 

“ I feel dizzy… *hic*” he hiccuped, holding his head. His mouth was slightly ajar with saliva coating his lips. Karaku could tell he was going to throw up soon. With his finger, he wiped the saliva off. He insistently handed him water to ease his nausea. 

“I don’t need that!” He whipped the glass, pouring its contents out all over the counter. Karaku pressed his lips together and sighed, requesting another water. He glanced back at Sekido, seeing how pink his cheeks were. 

“You’re so stubborn,” he chuckled. The bartender set the glass of water in front of Karaku. He took a sip, shifting in his seat. Sekido rubbed the base of his palm against his thigh, pressing his legs together. He obviously needed to piss.

He was noticeably uncomfortable, rubbing his cheek against his hand wiping the sweat off. His shoulder pressed up against Karaku’s. He looked down at the drunken man. Sekido set his head on Karaku’s shoulder, moaning. 

“Sekido, do you need to go to the bathroom?”

“… no..”

Karaku could see the way he positioned his legs that he needed to go. Why wouldn’t he though? 

“Sekido. Don’t piss your pants. Let’s go to the bathroom.”

“I’m not a damn baby... I don’t need you to walk me to the bathroom…”

His words were slurred and slow.

“I need another drink.”

“Sekido, that’s probably enough…”

“Huh?! You’re not my mother!”

He yelled at the bartender to bring him another.

“Sekido, no-“

“He doing okay there?” 

A voice cut off behind Karaku and traveled to the counter. Karaku looked up to see a grotesque man leaned on the counter. “..?” Karaku didn’t want anybody near Sekido as he was so vulnerable.

“What’s it to you?” Karaku remarked. 

“Woahhh.. no need to get fussy.” The man teased.

He was a slightly larger man, with some sweat glistening on his forehead. Karaku looked away from him and straight ahead. The man leaned in closer and glanced over again at Sekido and smiled.

“Can I buy ya’ll a drink?”

Karaku was taken aback. He looked at Sekido and brushed the hair out of his face. 

“We’re good man. We’ve already had enough.”

“Are you two brothers? You look identical.”

Ugh. 

“Does he need a ride home? He’s not looking too good.” 

Karaku didn’t flinch but his demeanor changed. He took another sip of his drink, but tried keeping his poker face.

“Yeah he’s fine. Just drank a little too much.”

The man chuckled and moved a little closer, sitting next to Karaku.

Of course.

“ I heard about you. It’s Karaku right?”

“Oh yeah? What you hear?”

The man laughed. 

“Would you believe me if I told you you're famous?”

Karaku was intrigued, but was more concerned with Sekido next to him. 

“Yeah right. I just started a month ago.”

“He already likes you. He wants you to start hanging around the brothels. You know what that means. Honestly, I thought about offering you a job. What do you think?”

Karaku let out a giant sigh inside. 

“My head hurts…”, Sekido moaned. 

Perfect timing.

“Let’s go to the bathroom. I don’t want you throwing up all over this nice counter.” He pressed his palm against Sekido’s shoulder, urging him to move but reluctantly groaned, pushing back. “Come on,” Karaku insisted. 

“You can’t avoid it Karaku. You know you have no choice.” He called to him while they walked away.

“Sick fuck.” Karaku muttered and hurried away with Sekido, who was slurring and stumbling to follow. 

Sekido stammered against his aide to the secluded hall towards the restrooms. The lights dimmed the further they went down. Reaching the bathroom, Sekido leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. His suit had opened from the front, exposing his white undershirt and his bellybutton. His breaths were shallow and coarse. Karaku watched his chest slowly expand from his deep breaths. He opened the bathroom door, leading Sekido into a stall.

“Go to the bathroom, Sekido.”

“..ah.. huh? No… take me back.. I wanna drink..”

“No Sekido. Go pee. I will not be dragging you outta heat after pissing your pants.”

Karaku was leaning against the inside of the stall. Sekido was leaning his back against the door. His legs were shaking and bent towards one another, trying to hold it. His eyes were barely open. 

“Fine…”

He hastily unzipped his pants, trying to pull his pants down, but the belt held them in place. Watching him struggle, Karaku had to step in.

“My God Sekido, your belt.”

Karaku unbuckled it for him, then looked away as Sekido lowered his pants down his waist and rested on his hips. The sound of it hitting the toilet water gave him a sense of relief.

Jesus. He’s plastered. I'm surprised he even made it into the damn toilet. 

Sekido stammered back, and Karaku had to catch him, looking back at him. Luckily he had his pants pulled up, still unzipped with his boxer briefs hanging low. 

“Alright then... Let’s go back out.” He laughed a little. 

As they stepped back out of the restroom, Sekido leaned up against the wall next to the fountains.

Karaku covered his mouth, “Ha… you’re something else”. He shifted in place, feeling a sense of heat wash over him. His throat was becoming painfully dry. Noticing a water fountain next to the door, he bent over and quenched his thirst. He took another sip from the fountain and straightened up, closing in on Sekido, lifting his hand and placing it on his cheek. Feeling the heat radiate from his fingers to his wrist, he turned his attention to his drunken partner's lips. Sekido didn’t react, but kept his eyes shut with his head relaxing on Karaku’s hand. His green eyes glistened in Sekido’s as he opened them slightly. 

Oh Sekido…

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“Hnnghh…”  

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Before he knew it, his body acted on its own. Water dripped down from both of their chins. Sekido’s protest was feeble but Karaku pulled his chin back to him. A swallow gave me a sense of relief.

It won’t sober him up, but it’ll keep him from throwing up.

Sekido furrowed his brows and bent his knees, closing his eyes. Sensing his struggle to rise, he wrapped his arms around Sekido’s shaken body. 

Damn, he drank a lot. What’s going on with you Sekido? He tastes so sweet… 

All that could escape Sekido were grunts and moans as their bodies began instinctively grinding against each other. 

He raised his head in a breathless response, delving deeper into the kiss. Karaku was caught off guard as Sekido fervently pressed his tongue into his mouth. Startled, he hesitated for a moment but remained connected.

Woah-!

A gasp escaped Sekido amidst the kiss as Karaku's touch grazed his lower abdomen. Without a chance to investigate the sound, Sekido drew him into another kiss. Moans resonating through the embrace. Karaku sensed Sekido's longing as his hands caressed his bicep, conveying a desire for more. Despite Sekido's trembling form, his intentions were crystal clear. Sekido guided Karaku's hand, leading it beneath his own trousers, releasing a strained, high-pitched moan. He lifted his head in response to Karaku's caress. 

Karaku had never witnessed this expression on Sekido's face before—an intoxicating blend of pleasure, vulnerability, and pure ecstasy. His eyebrows drooping, more like Aizetsu’s. The sight stirred his arousal, causing Karaku to bite his lip, blush, and avert his gaze from Sekido's captivating display.

“Touch me…” 

Karaku couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He let out a nervous breathy huff. 

"S-Sekido—not here!" 

 His voice quivered with a mix of panic and nervous laughter. Sekido trembled, urging against his touch, responding with a moan and drawing him into another kiss. “Mph!” Sekido was impatient, deepening the kiss as soon as it started.

“Fucking dance with me like that… and not kiss me… you bastard. ” Sekido hiccuped.

Karaku blushed intensely, a large nervous smirk spreading across his face. 

Holy shit…

 He tasted literally intoxicating. Whimpering Karaku’s name through breaths. His words were filled with trembling emotion. Those sweet sounds from Sekido shooting down his spine. Karaku glanced around discreetly, ensuring their privacy. He hesitated. 

Fucking aye. 

Sekido's face flushed crimson as Karaku gently disengaged from their kiss, their tongues parting, leaving a glistening trail of shared desire. 

“Sekido… I-I can’t.”

His body betrayed him no matter how much he wanted to. This burning desire was fueling. So fueling he felt his head burn. The anger he felt built in his stomach. He wasn’t able to fulfill Sekido’s desire. 

He’s making me so fucking horny. 

Sekido eased back, resting his head on Karaku's shoulder. Vulnerability shone in his demeanor. Taking in Sekido’s state, his belt halfway falling down his feminizing waist, his shirt exposing his lean muscular torso. How had he allowed himself to become so intoxicated in the presence of strangers? Questions swirled in his mind, clouding his understanding of the situation. Wasn’t it obvious? He looked down at Sekido’s heaving body. 

“Karaku… why won’t you touch me…? Am I that repulsive..? Why haven’t you been paying attention to me lately..?”  

“What- Sekido, I- that’s not it at all! I want- I mean-“

Sekido began weeping into Karaku’s arm. 

Ah- is he crying?? Fuck what have I done. Is… this why he’s been acting like this?

“Hey Hey! Don’t cry- Sekido, this- …isn’t the place. You’re not repulsive- not in the slightest… you’re-”

Beautiful. 

He cut himself off.

“Karaku… Karaku… I...” he sobbed.

Karaku gently caressed Sekido's back, his touch conveying a sense of comfort and understanding. He held him close, their bodies pressed against each other, the heat and tension between them palpable. Despite the situation, Karaku couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He knew Sekido was vulnerable, that his guard had dropped, and maybe that was because of him. He took another look at him and paused.

Fuck…

Suddenly, Karaku pulled Sekido’s face towards his and practically slammed their lips together. His hands caressing their way behind his ears, eventually cupping his jawline, with pieces of his long black hair between his fingers.

“Fuck you taste amazing.”

Sekido fully reciprocated, tilting his head, and opening his mouth more.

“Hmm!! Karaku!” His muffled moans made Karaku never want to stop.

As their tongues intertwined and clashed, Sekido’s hands traveled up Karaku’s back, lifting his undershirt to reveal the lower part of his back, eventually resting on his shoulder blades. Strangely, Karaku appeared taller, even though they were the same height. He leaned over Sekido with bent knees, forcing him to tilt his head back.

Stop…

Stop.

Stop!!

Karaku shakily pulled away, 

 a string of glistening saliva parting from their lips.

Karaku struggled to compose himself. A small bit of control washed over him. 

“Sorry Sekido…”

Sekido rested his head on Karaku’s shoulder. He looked down. Karaku looked at his long lashes. 

What am I gonna do with him? Ah… what time is it? He’s so drunk. I should probably not and just bring him home. I didn’t even want to go to this shit show.

A cough interrupted his thoughts, “I’m gonna fucking puke… idiot..” 

Karaku let out a chuckle, wiping his mouth. He felt a slight bit of disappointment. He sniffled, battling with his own feelings. “Ha… let’s get out of here.” 

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Karaku carried Sekido by his back and legs out the back door. “Oh Sekido… what am I going to do with you?” Sekido was in a half asleep slumber, mumbling incoherently. 

“Karaku… I’m cold…”

Karaku smiled warmly at him and brushed his hair out of his face. He nuzzled his face into Karaku’s chest.

“We’re almost to the car.”

The rain began to pick up and Karaku hurried himself to the car. 

Karaku gently shifted Sekido’s body into the passenger seat. The rain dripping down from the sky gently onto his shoulders. He left the door open, switching to the back seat. There, sprawled a white and yellow blanket with baby birds on it. He cracked a smile, grabbing Urogi’s blanket and threw it over Sekido, it molding over Sekido’s trembling body. His frustration softened, feeling the warmth from the blanket. Karaku took a breath and looked at Sekido for a moment. He leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and shut the door. 

Once he got comfortable in the driver's seat, he took a moment to think, until Sekido groaned.

“I don’t feel good…”

Karaku stared at him, watching him breathe heavily.

“Karaku…”

Karaku looked to see Sekido furrowing his brows, bringing back his look. His groans growing concern in him. He set the gear in drive, and sped off home. 

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Karaku was about 10 minutes in, and the rain was picking up. With his hand resting on the steering wheel, he listened to the rain hitting the windshield. He looked over at Sekido. He fell asleep, still sweating. 

Is he hot? Or is it just that he’s not feeling good?

Karaku reached over to take the blanket away from him, but Sekido gripped the soft fabric tightly.

So he’s just not feeling well. Oh Sekido… is this why you’ve been acting like this lately? Has he been… drinking everyday?

Sekido groaned, tossing and turning in his seat, gripping the blanket closer to his chin with his fists. Karaku looked over at him with concerning eyes. 

1:45 a.m.

The hinges squeaked as Karaku stepped inside, balancing both his and Sekido’s weight. Sekido pushed Karaku’s chest, trying to get away. His shoes hit the carpet. The rest of his suit fell off his arm, along with him plummeting onto the couch. Karaku let out a sigh overlooking the sight he was in. His flushed cheeks still beet red, sweat from head to toe. He couldn’t help but think back to what had occurred earlier. Re-evaluating what he had done. Oh how exposed he was in that moment. The feeling was getting insatiable once again. He adjusted his belt, allowing his fingers to slip it off smoothly. It was so uncomfortable all night. He sat next to Sekido, who was presumably asleep. He glanced down, and grabbed Sekido’s coat, noticed a rip in the side and a button missing. 

Looks like we’ll have to go shopping. 

All he could do was lie next to him. A creak in the floor startled him. He shot up to see Aizetsu, standing at the entrance of the hallway. 

“You made it back”. He ominously declared. A blanket covered his abdomen as he walked into the living room, being slightly illuminated by the hazy kitchen bulb. He stood to the side, staring out the window. “You knew he’d get drunk. The way he gets around alcohol. You know he’s been having problems with it. Why did you bring him there?” His blue eyes stared back at Karaku. His voice was so clear and as calm as water when it settled, even though Karaku could feel his piercing aura. 

Although he took a moment to respond, he defended himself. 

“I wasn’t planning on doing anything to him.”

“That’s not what I’m saying. You two have been avoiding each other for the past few weeks. It’s sad, really. It’s obvious you have something to discuss with him.” 

“I-I didn’t think he’d drink that much. Honestly. I just thought… maybe it’d give him some kind of break from what’s been going on with Z-” Aizetsu put a finger up to his lips and pointed to the other couch. Zohakuten and Urogi were fast asleep, with Zoha under Urogi’s arm.

 “You need to figure out what you want.” He said with his blank expression and walked over to both Urogi and Zoha, lifting them up.

Karaku scoffed. “Tell me Aizetsu. Why are you so fascinated with him?” 

Aizetsu looked over to Karaku not saying a word with no guilt in his expression.

“Why was he in your room the other night?”

Aizetsu responded.

“It’s not my place to say, is it?”

“Don’t make me laugh, you dick. Just tell me.”

Aizetsu stared back at him, with that stupid fucking sorrowful look on his face. 

Karaku scoffed and Aizetsu threw his blanket on Karaku taking his brothers back to their respective rooms.

 “This isn’t just affecting you. But him as well.” Aizetsu insinuated towards Zoha. “He’s been having nightmares ever since you two stopped visiting him together when he was in the hospital. You troubled him.”

 Karaku had a look of concern written on his face. Aizetsu left with the two out the back door, presumably to the car. 

Is he leaving? With them? Where is he going? Whatever. 

He pulled the blanket down to his lap and glanced at his drunken brother. He slipped his rough hands beneath Sekido's limp body and carried him to their room. With a click of the door, he lay down beside him, gently stroking his long, wavy hair. He considered giving him space to sleep, anticipating the morning hangover. 

I’ll just sleep on the couch. 

Just as he began to pull away, he heard a mumble.

“-ku…”

He looked back, noticing the drunken man looking back at him, with so much desire

“please… don’t leave me here… I don’t want to be alone.”

His eyes widened as he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His usual angry attitude turned to pure lust. A tug drew his attention at Sekido’s persistence.

“Karaku. I feel hot…”

He could see Sekido rub his legs together, hinting at the sense of heat he was really talking about. He pissed. It wasn’t that. Karaku was in trouble. If he went any further, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.  The look in Sekido’s eyes. They were pink, with a hint of blood red. So beautiful, he thought. How could he resist those gorgeous irises. He wanted to stare into them, but he felt he would lose control. 

“S-Sekido I shouldn’t-”

He was abruptly pulled forward, his body collapsing onto the bed. Instinctively, his hands shot out to brace himself. Instead of the soft sheets, his palm landed on Sekido’s thigh, nudging it aside. Sekido pulled his shirt with the little bit of energy he had. This movement caused Sekido’s legs to part, revealing his arousal. Karaku sat there, eyes fixated on the bulge in Sekido’s tight pants. A familiar heat surged through him, and he swallowed hard, struggling to maintain his composure.

“I-it hurts…” he whined, not letting go of his grip on Karaku’s undershirt. 

Shit.

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“Karaku… it hurts..”

“Oh Sekido…” Karaku caressed Sekido’s cheek. 

Karaku found himself at a crossroads, completely torn and uncertain about what to do. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pondered his options. Glancing over at Sekido, who lay on his side, drenched in sweat, he wondered if he was asleep. Leaning closer, he noticed Sekido's eyes were shut tight. 

With a sigh, Karaku rubbed the back of his head, his fingers tangled in his long black hair. He then stood up and draped a blanket over Sekido’s curled form, causing Sekido to whimper softly. Without a sound, Karaku made his way to the bathroom.

He shut the door abruptly, panting. 

Shit!

He looked down, feeling a wave of shame wash over him.

His pants were bulging at the crotch, his arousal pressing against the tight fabric. Karaku unzipped his pants, adjusting himself and removing his boxer briefs. He stared at his situation, overwhelmed with shame and embarrassment. How could he do this when Sekido was so vulnerable? He had no intention of taking advantage of him! 

Karaku slid open the glass shower door and stepped inside, turning the knob to the right. He flinched as the cold water struck his heated skin, hunching over with his arms wrapping around him, trying to warm himself under the chill. His previously warm body was now freezing, and he noticed his arousal still throbbing, making him look away. Normally, Karaku was open to sex at any time, but this moment felt entirely different. He didn’t even want the relief. 

Both men were in the same situation.

Why did he drink that much? Is he…? Having problems? Fuck… that’s not good if that’s what’s going on. 

He thought back to the party. How much Sekido went back to the bar and wanted to drink. And how drunk he got. Thinking back… to that kiss. 

Karaku felt himself throb, his heart race increasing. 

Stop..!

The way Sekido tasted, the way he reciprocated. 

The way he… grinding against him. He wanted to feel that rubbing sensation again. He glanced down at his pulsing boner again. He reached down, a blush creeping over his cheeks. He poked it. A soft moan escaped him as he stroked it from the tip down to the base. 

“Fucking dance with me like that… and not kiss me… you bastard.”

“Fuck… he’s so…”

His fingers wrapped around the member, feeling the heartbeat pound through the shaft. The veins were plump, feeling like they were about to burst. The cold water had almost no effect, but gave a shivering sensation. 

As one covered his mouth, the other stroked himself sensually. Soft moans creeped through his palm as he tried to restrain himself. 

Using two fingers, he stimulated himself, tilting his head back. He gritted his teeth.

Fuck… fuck… fuck..! 

He felt like he was overstimulating, his legs trembling with each stroke.

“Touch me…”

Karaku’s eyes shot open, along with the squirting white liquid splattering the tile wall in front of him. A few grunts escaped his lips as he leaned against the wall.

Sekido… This is my fault…

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Karaku finished and stepped out, drying himself off with the white towel hanging nearby. He wrapped it around his waist and walked out of the room, passing by his brothers’ empty bedrooms on his way back to his own. He quietly opened the door and walked to the dresser, putting on a clean pair of boxers, along with a t-shirt and a pair of jeans before checking the time on his phone. It was almost 2:30 am. As he scrolled through his messages, a notification lit up his screen. It was from Aizetsu.

Aizetsu: I took them to a hotel. Be back tomorrow.

Karaku's nose crinkled, but he felt relieved that they were left alone. He hadn’t realized Sekido would get so upset and wanted to talk to him. He quickly replied.

Karaku: 👍

Hearing some rustling, he glanced over at Sekido, who was moving slightly.

His eyes are closed? Is he just uncomfortable?

Karaku's ears perked up. He heard faint low breaths

Is he… groaning?

“Ngh…”

Is he hot? His face is beet red.

Karaku walked over and lifted the blanket off. His eyes widened at the sight.

Sekido had his hand down his pants, rubbing himself, eyes shut, face flushed, and thrusting his hips. His arms trembled as he tried to find relief. Sekido opened his eyes and looked up at Karaku, sincerity in his gaze as he looked away. 

“Karaku…?” 

Karaku flinched at the sound of his name. 

“Karaku, it hurts…I can’t…it’s not going away…” he whined.

Karaku stood there, watching Sekido moan softly, occasionally hiccuping and catching his breath. 

“Karaku… will you help me?...”

What?! Is he really that drunk?? Why is he acting like this!? There’s no way Sekido would say something like this! I really shouldn’t-

“Karaku… please…”

Karaku let his arms relax and he sat next to Sekido, feeling an unexpected blush creeping onto his cheeks as his body grazed Sekido’s heated body. He covered his mouth, his lips brushing against the back of his palm, as his mind raced with a mix of thoughts—some lewd, some innocent. Sekido was asking him for this; he wanted Karaku to touch him in his most vulnerable places. Deep down, Karaku craved it, yet something held him back. He yearned to kiss him everywhere, to break boundaries.

Sekido lay beside him, resting his leg on Karaku's shoulder, gazing down at him as he struggled to catch his breath, his arousal evident in his tight dress pants. His shirt hung loosely, exposing his chest, and the tension in the air was almost unbearable. Taking a deep breath, Karaku stole another glance at Sekido, looking down at his cleavage.

The bed creaked beneath him as he crawled over top Sekido. He reached out to caress Sekido's heated cheeks. Sekido turned his head slightly, his eyes fluttering open, and Karaku felt the warmth of his breath against his lips. Sekido eyed the heaving man down, removing his hand from under his waistband. Karaku was losing control by the minute. He had always found Sekido irresistibly alluring, and in this moment, he felt an undeniable attraction. Fear gripped his throat, and he swallowed hard before leaning in to press his lips against Sekido's, his own lips quivering. 

Why am I so hesitant?

The kiss was gentle, flavored with the sweet remnants of alcohol from both of them. Sekido responded with soft moans, his hands finding their way to Karaku's chest, fingers clutching his shirt loosely, a reflection of the drinks he had consumed. 

“Ngh.. Karaku… Karaku…♡” 

Sekido’s warm breaths against Karaku’s lips sent shivers down his spine, and the sound of their lips parting was intoxicating. Sekido lowered his head, looking up at him. He must have looked embarrassed. Karaku sensed Sekido's sudden awareness and placed his hand on his cheek to comfort him. But in that instant, they both realized the consequences of their escalating actions. Karaku felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him too, pressing his lips together, yearning for another kiss. He brushed his cheek with his shoulder and gazed down at Sekido, who was gradually coming to terms with the situation. With a quick glance of acceptance, Sekido let his instincts take over. He stifled a stuttered sigh as he felt Karaku's lips against his again, the sensation igniting a rush of emotions within him. He deepened the kiss, pressing his lips more firmly against Karaku's, his body craving more. 

The room was silent, filled only with the sounds of their clothes shifting and their soft kisses. As Sekido sobered, his kisses took on a more innocent quality, simply pressing against Karaku's. Noticing his struggle, Karaku gently parted Sekido's lips with his own, pushing past his teeth. A hum came from Sekido’s throat as he pulled Karaku closer, wrapping an arm around his waist while the other hand tangled in his hair at the back of his head. 

He let out a soft moan as the kiss deepened, his heart hammering wildly in his chest, his body burning with a mix of love and desire. He pushed further, his tongue gently caressing Karaku's lips, silently asking for permission to enter his mouth. Karaku opened his eyes slightly at the touch of his tongue, not declining his request, but inviting it. Sekido felt a rush of satisfaction as Karaku opened his mouth for him, allowing him access. He didn't hesitate, immediately responding to Karaku's invitation, his tongue slipping into his mouth, exploring and tasting him with a fiery passion. His tongue slipped and fell over Karaku’s teeth, feeling every crevice and canine. He pulled Karaku even closer, his body pressing against his as his tongue continued its exploration. Karaku’s hands gently held Sekido in place, trying to draw out more of those sweet, soft sounds he loved so much.

Their bodies were rubbing against one another. Karaku would be lying if he wasn’t turned on by Sekido’s grinding. He felt Sekido’s leg shift, his knee sliding up against his thigh to rest while he was bullied between his legs. 

As they lay together, Sekido couldn't help but let his hands wander. His hand slid under Karaku's shirt, feeling the warmth and smoothness of the soft brown skin beneath his fingertips. His hand slowly traced gentle patterns on his back, his touch light and tender. Sekido’s patience was wearing thin, and Karaku knew it. 

“K-Karaku...” he moaned, his grip tightening, lifting Karaku’s shirt up as he held onto his back tightly while his face lay over his shoulder, feeling every crevice, every curve of his muscles. Karaku swallowed hard. Sekido’s pants were so tight he could hear them stretch. 

Karaku could feel how weak Sekido was. He could barely walk, let alone stand. He was hesitant. Was it really ok? He felt a little bit of empathy creep in.  Although his calm demeanor showed, he couldn’t shake the feeling of the pain he was in. It wasn’t going to go away was it? He could relate to this uncomfortable feeling just a moment ago and couldn’t just leave Sekido like this, it would only lead to more pain. 

Although he was hesitant, Karaku obliged, pressing his crotch against Sekido’s, causing Sekido to moan softly. He gently grinded on him. Sekido was harder than Karaku anticipated, it was fueling his own penis, rubbing them together between the fabric. Sekido was huge. Karaku held back his low breaths.

The pleasure Sekido was bringing him just from the grinding was sending heat waves through his body. Sex was something he enjoyed, but this was something else. He hadn’t had sex in what felt like forever. And with Sekido, fuck. Both of them were so painfully pent up, he swore he could pump load after load.

Karaku couldn’t help but think about the way Sekido was normally in control. He was usually the one who was angry and telling everyone what to do. But now, here he is. Sprawled underneath him, completely vulnerable, writhing in pleasure, legs spread for him, without him even asking. Begging to be touched. To be kissed. What a beautiful sight. 

But a pinch of him wanted Sekido choking him out, insulting him.

He felt himself get even harder at the thought.

Fuck.. I haven’t been able to get it up like this in forever. 

Karaku gritted his teeth as Sekido’s hips swayed, their members molding together. The wetness in their pants grinding together made a beautiful sound. Karaku slid his fingers down Sekido’s shirt, unbuttoning one after another. Sekido’s voice was a mix of his desperation and need.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already leaking.” Karaku groaned. 

Sending his fingers further, they started slipping underneath Sekido’s belt. At the same time, he kissed him again. Sekido jolted, his hips forcefully sinking into the bed as he arched his back. Karaku broke away for a second and hovered his lips over Sekido’s, biting his lower lip. As his hand traveled down Sekido’s frail body, he hesitated for a moment, but pushed past it. 

He was met with his rock hard member, sticky from the precum leaking from the slit. Once he wrapped his fingertips around it, Sekido lifted his head slightly, breaking the kiss sooner than it started. He moaned in response to Karaku’s sudden movement, his breath hot, he embraced Karaku.

“Hah! K-Karaku..!” 

Karaku was taken aback by Sekido’s sensitive body, flinching at every touch. Sekido fought to stay still, but his body betrayed him, writhing in pleasure. Avoiding Karaku's gaze, he gasped, 

“That feels nice…” 

Karaku felt Sekido shiver under his touch, and he shifted away, offering comfort. Sekido quivered underneath him, surrendering to ecstasy, shedding his tough facade for vulnerability. His cries filled the room, fueling Karaku's desire. With a final push, Sekido shuddered, biting his lip in ecstasy, legs trembling in need with his dick pulsating in his grasp. Karaku’s fingertips traced along the bulging vein on Sekido’s shaft, shudders coursing through his bones.

Holy fuck. 

Karaku couldn't suppress his desire in response to Sekido's urgency. He looked away and blushed. Sekido spread his legs wider, the fabric of his pants straining under the pressure. Karaku winced at the sudden pressure against his crotch.

He acted fast, shifting his body down and unbuckling Sekido’s belt, pulling his pants down along with his cum soaked boxers off completely. He caressed the heat on Sekido’s ass then his thighs, revealing his erection, which twitched with excitement. Sekido hitched his breath and furrowed, looking away from his manhood completely exposed, his ears flushed red. 

Sekido lay there, heaving as Karaku stared at the throbbing member in front of him, the precum dripping out from the tip caught his eye. He wanted to just slurp it all up. He wanted to taste him so desperately.

Sekido reached out, tugging at the bottom of Karaku’s shirt. Karaku could take a hint. Sekido didn’t want to be the only one completely exposed and naked. He wanted to see the body before him too. It was adorable. He lifted Sekido up, so he was basically sitting on his lap, facing each other again. He removed his shirt, showing his muscular body. Sekido’s cheeks lit up pink seeing Karaku’s torso. 

Although they were identical brothers, Karaku worked out. His body was bulky, but had its soft spots. It was obvious Sekido wanted to touch him, but didn’t know how. His eyes wandered, mesmerized at the way Karaku breathed, his stomach protruding with each ragged breath. 

“Go on, Sekido, I don’t mind.” Karaku gave him a smirk. 

“ Huh? That’s not- I-” 

Sekido looked mad again. He was so embarrassed he was so obviously wanting to touch him. Karaku took this initiative and used his brother's hand to stroke his own body, running down from his pecs, to his abs. Sekido blushed, his ears completely red. Sekido halted at the black pubic hair, feeling the poky strands. He looked hesitant. He let his mind begin to wander. To sober up. 

“This isn’t- we can’t do this…”

“Why not? It doesn’t seem like you want to stop.”

Sekido looked away, furrowing his brows. He had that stoic look again. He was still drunk, but his sense of self was creeping back in. 

“Are you scared?”

“…”

“Have you ever had sex with a man?”

Sekido blushed, avoiding his gaze. He looked like a young school girl. Karaku couldn’t help but chuckle at how adorable his burnt cheeks looked. 

“Oh my! Are you a virgin?” He teased.

Sekido widened his eyes, fuming. 

“Huh?!”

Karaku laughed. 

“What? So I take it you’ve only been with women. Did you enjoy it?”

Sekido avoided his gaze. He didn’t want to talk about this. Karaku could see that look in his eyes. Why did he want to know? Why was this important to him?

“It… it was never anything serious. I was just… needing release.” 

Karaku smirked at this. He could see Sekido was telling the truth, but something in his mind wondered. He was hiding something.

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Why not? Are you hiding something? Are you ashamed? …What? Were you thinking of me? Is that why you needed to fuck some whore?”

Sekido was astonished, he widened his red eyes at Karaku’s accusation. Karaku leaned forward, causing the wet bulge in his pants to push against Sekido’s taint. He gasped.

“A-Ah!”

I-Is that his-!?

“Why, Sekido?”

He pressed harder against his perineum, starting to crush his ball sack. 

“UNGH-!” Sekido yelped, throwing his head back.

So fucking hot.

“You like that, huh?”

Karaku reached down, fondling the scrotum. 

He squeaked. Sekido covered his mouth with the back of his hand, whimpering.

“You slept with other people? Why?”

Karaku felt a shiver of over possessiveness over Sekido.

“Karaku! S-stop… it wasn’t-”

“You liar. When was the last time you fucked a slut? What was her fucking name?”

“Stop…”

“ Did you cum inside her? ”

Sekido couldn’t answer. He felt a lump in his throat. He didn’t want to answer that. Why would he? But he was so submissive in this state, feeling the loss of control to Karaku’s dominance.

“No…”

“Why not?”

“Karaku, I don’t-”

“ Why? ”

Karaku tightened his grip around the throbbing cock below him, forcing the pre-cum to leak out onto his fingers. Sekido threw his head back, mouth agape. 

“AH- I…!”

“I won’t put it in until you tell me why.”

Blood rushed to his face as he tried to control himself. He looked so shy. It was adorable the chokehold Karaku had on him to make him act like a scared little girl. 

“I couldn’t! ” 

Karaku loosened his grip. 

Sekido averted his eyes. Avoiding the fact he came just three days earlier. By Aizetsu . It was the only time he had truly been able to reach his orgasm. Only ever by a man. A man. No less, his BROTHER! Sekido was truly troubled by this. He felt disgusted. The truth was, everytime he was intimate with a woman, he couldn’t finish. Having to finish completely by rubbing himself out afterwards. But he was able to conceal it well from whomever he was sleeping with. But how could he tell him that? The man before him, actively stimulating him, bringing him over the edge. He felt like he was going to explode at any second. 

Karaku’s face softened. 

“Well, it looks like you don’t have that problem now, huh? I wonder why that is?”

Sekido’s cheeks were burning, and he closed his eyes. Karaku lifted him up to sit on his lap and reached around Sekido’s hips, gripping his ass, spreading it, exposing his asshole to the wall. Sekido squeaked and looked back, like he was trying to look at himself. He turned back to find Karaku watching him with so much seduction, so much sexiness. He felt all the sexual tension melt away. His small moans were making Karaku’s patience wear thin. Their faces drew close again, lips meeting. 

Karaku felt a tug at his belt buckle. It was a hand, weakly pulling at it. 

“Oh? You wanna see mine?”

Sekido was flushed, looking down.

“Go ahead.”

Sekido looked back up like a puppy. His hands were shaking, but he managed to unbuckle the belt, pulling the button, and unzipping his trousers. His hand kept grazing Karaku’s hard member, stimulating him even more.

“Don’t be shy.”

Karaku smiled at him as he laid flat on his back, allowing Sekido easier access to remove his pants. Sekido hesitated. 

“What’s the matter?”

Sekido was broken out in a sweat. He was torn. 

Karaku slipped his underwear off on his own, revealing his throbbing cock, glistening from the sticky pre-cum. Sekido stared at it. He couldn’t take his eyes away, his cheeks flushing. He was mere inches away from it. Karaku smiled at his adorable face. 

“You wanna touch me?”

Sekido looked up at him. 

“Aw~ you look adorable all shy like this.”

“S-shut up…”

Sekido was in awe. He had never seen another man’s dick before. It looked bigger than he imagined. 

It’s… huge…

Sekido felt a slap against his cheek, and felt the bulging veins throb against his face. 

“K-Karaku!” Sekido yelped. His face heated up so much it sent shivers down Karaku’s dick. 

Sekido backed up, embarrassed.

“I’ve never-”

Sekido stopped, twiddling his fingers. 

Karaku leaned forward, leaning close to his face. He slipped his tongue into Sekido’s mouth. His spit was building up. It was thick and slimy. He was dehydrated. 

“Sekido…” Karaku moaned, taking Sekido’s hand and placing it on his cock. 

Sekido jolted, but shakily felt the pulsating member with nervousness. 

It’s so hot… he’s so hard… I can’t take it…

“Karaku… will you..?” Sekido stuttered.

Karaku smirked through their passionate kiss.

He whispered something, pulling slightly away from the kiss.

Karaku didn’t have an issue with starting, in fact, he was more than ready.

“Hah… lay down.”

Sekido put his hands behind him, gently laying himself onto the bed, while Karaku nestled himself between his legs, lining himself up. Sekido watched in awe at the bouncing cock so close to him as Karaku adjusted himself, grabbing onto it and placing it.

Karaku gently rubbed his impatient member against the tight hole, sliding the tip in. 

“W-wait!”

Karaku gave him no time, not thinking about how difficult it would be to get inside without lube.

Sekido jolted, covering his mouth as the pressure in his hips intensified. He grit his teeth as he felt and heard every inch entering him, the sensation seemingly endless. Instinctively, he pushed against Karaku's chest.

Oh GOD!

“It hurts, idiot!”  He tensed up, further tightening up his already constricting canal.

Karaku winced at the sudden tightness. He wasn’t able to get even halfway in. 

Fuck… He’s unbelievably tight. That’s what I get for being impatient…I suppose a little foreplay wouldn’t hurt.

 He slowly withdrew, positioning his fingers carefully instead, encircling the rim. He leaned down, his tongue sticking out and letting the saliva fall onto his fingers. Sekido focused on the glistening string, feeling a sense of panic again. Karaku noticed. He looked him in the eyes.

“It won’t… hurt, will it…?”

Karaku widened his eyes a little at Sekido’s whimpers and flustered face. He felt his fear. He really was scared. How cute. Sekido thought about being intimate with a man, except with Aizetsu. He’d never done it with a guy before. Yes, it made him orgasm, but he was drunk. And he’s drunk right now. Sekido really couldn’t admit it, his mind swirling with anxiety. 

“Don’t worry. Let me take care of you.”

Sekido tried to calm himself. If having a dick inside him hurt like that, then fingers shouldn’t be so bad, right? 

 Sekido nodded with an adorable expression. He felt he could trust Karaku. Karaku smiled and gently inserted his finger into the narrow passage. The sensation and the subtle sound heightened his arousal. Sekido widened his legs as the fingers delved deeper, then pushed in. A gasp escaped him as his body responded. Karaku looked up at his red face, asking “Feel good?” as he continued his actions. Sekido's reaction led to a mix of embarrassment and frustration. Karaku's comment only added to the tension between them. 

“It feels weird…” Sekido groaned, with a look of disgust in his face.

“You’re really tight. Just relax. Here, put your legs like this.” Karaku said, guiding Sekido’s legs into a new position for more comfort and ease. At this point, Sekido’s legs were closer together, bent, and resting, his knees pointing to the ceiling. Opening him up. He let out a squeak. His bare ass was fully exposed. Karaku couldn’t take his eyes off Sekido’s balls and member squishing between his thighs, still leaking.

“You look like you’re gonna burst any second now.” Karaku gave him a grin as he pushed Sekido’s legs to his chest. He let out a moan. To be opened up like this, so vulnerable, so exposed. 

Karaku looked up to him blushing with his hands up to his face. It looked as if he didn’t know what to do with them and he had a hint of discomfort. It made Karaku smile a little. 

“You look good like this. Relax your legs. Don’t tense up. This shouldn’t hurt. I’ll be gentle.” 

Sekido gasped a little as he slid his fingers in one-by-one. 

“How’s that?” 

“I… don’t know…”

Sekido’s face softened and the glow in his cheeks subsided, spreading to his ears again. Karaku closed his eyes in reassurance, listening to the sounds of his fingers enter and re-enter Sekido. Each squelch and moan sent hot waves down to his dick, making a wet mess on the sheets below him. He found it absolutely adorable when Sekido’s ears lit up, showing his true emotion. 

I can fit three fingers in now… 

“Are you doing okay?”

“Karaku…”

Karaku looked up, seeing Sekido’s face filled with sincerity and embarrassment. It was so adorable.

“Will you kiss me?”

His face lit up bright pink to his question. He smiled nervously. He gently pulled out and climbed over top of him, pushing his legs apart to fit in between them. He caressed the burning cheek below him, and slotted their lips as one. His boner pressed up against Sekidos entrance, with him moaning and lifting his legs higher, feeling the hardness.

“K-Karaku…”

He could see what Sekido was trying to ask of him. He positioned himself between Sekido’s hips, shimmying himself.  Sekido glanced down at Karaku’s thick member as he rubbed the slobbering tip against his tight asshole, with the precum helping ease the way. He was wet, and loosened enough to fit. Sekido watched as Karaku closed his eyes for just a second, his own gaze roaming over his body. The pubic hairs caught his attention. He liked all the hair Karaku had. It made him look so masculine and sexy. 

Sekido found a strange mixture of vulnerability and desire coursing through him. The sight of Karaku above him, the sensations between his legs, the intimacy of the moment - it all seemed surreal, and yet, he couldn't help but find comfort in the familiar touch. He blushed at the sight of his legs spread like a woman for a man, along with Karaku’s abdomen; his abs, and his cock, about to enter him. The questions and doubts that had once filled his mind now quieted, replaced by a growing need for more. He craved the closeness, the connection that only Karaku could provide in these stolen moments. 

His thoughts were cut short as Karaku gently thrusted his hips, with his hands pushing Sekido’s thighs forward a bit. Sekido gritted his teeth around Karaku’s length, letting a guttural moan escape him. He was so unbelievably constricting. He was squeezing him so tight even with how wet he was. Karaku thought his dick would fall off. It was heaven . He let out a soft grunt of pleasure. Leaning down, he put his lips to Sekido’s once again, immediately exploring his mouth, feeling every crevice, every tooth and every fang. Sekido tried to keep his composure, but he strained himself. He was about halfway in, and Sekido was already struggling, his breath hitching through the kiss. 

“I-it hurts…I can’t take anymore..!” Sekido whined

“I know… I’ll try to be gentle. I know you can take much more, Sekido.”

Karaku began sliding in and out of him, Sekido gasped, holding his tongue, almost biting Karaku’s. “W-wait-!” He yelped through their passionate kiss. Karaku could tell he wanted to moan from the depth of his voice. He watched Sekido's naked body push against his force. Karaku thrusted deep and held himself there, pushing a little further, hitting something. Each small push made Sekido gasp. 

“Hah! Ah! Ah! A—Oh God! Oh Fuck !”

What is that?! Holy shit it feels so..! So..!

His face shifted from anger to whimpering. 

It feels like… when Aizetsus stuck his fingers in me!

Karaku pressed his body against Sekido’s, feeling his arousal beneath him, leaking all over his stomach. Sekido whined through the kiss, his breaths being swallowed by Karaku. His calves dangled on each side of Karaku’s waist, bouncing with each push. Sekido squeezed his eyelids shut as Karaku increased his pace. 

“Karaku! Ah- Ah! It- It hurts! It hurts..!”

“Mm…..!! Hngh..!” Through his yelps, Karaku slowed his pace. He felt he was already losing control through the sensations. 

“I’m sorry you just feel so wet and warm inside…Is it too much for you?”

Sekido blushed in response. He could feel himself sobering up with every thrust. Karaku’s hips gave him a little push. His insides were pulsating from the pleasure and the harsh movements. His body… begging for more. He shivered with excitement. Karaku slowly slid inside again.

“No- HAH~! don’t stop! ”

Karaku teased his prostate again, poking it with each hip movement. He felt the goosebumps spread along Sekido’s thighs.

“Does it feel good?” 

“Hnngh..! y-yes!” 

Both their bodies came closer together with Sekido wrapping his arms around Karaku’s back, pulling him even closer. Karaku’s grunts echoed in Sekido’s ears. Sekido watched Karaku’s hip movements. They were so controlled. They swayed so satisfyingly forward, but ramming into him. 

He’s experienced… fuck it feels so good. What the hell? I’ve never taken it up the ass! He moves like a male porn star. Is that why… it feels this good? How does he know how fast and how to move his hips like this..? I haven’t been able to reach my orgasm in God knows how long! Other than… Fuck! I can’t take much more! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!

“Are you letting your mind wander? I like when you watch me. Do you like how I move my body?”

Sekido was caught red handed, cheeks burning under those striking blood-red eyes. Karaku smirked, knowing how much Sekido was looking at him, with so much interest; so much lust. 

“I can give you what you want. What you need .”

Karaku slid his fingers along Sekido’s waist. The shape perfectly fit around his palms. With one thrust, he moved Sekido’s hips towards him, making contact with his abdomen. 

“Ngh! Aah!” 

His hips raised off the bed, arching his back. The pressure was immense.

“Fuck, you take me in so well.”

 Sekido could feel himself reaching his climax already, opening his eyes and gasping. 

“D-deeper!” He called out. 

Karaku grunted, his cheeks flushing. He took Sekido’s legs, pushing them forward. He could hear his muffled grunts as he slowly pressed deeper inside him from the changed position. Once he moved his legs further, Sekido turned his head to the side, moaning.

He’s flexible.

“You’re so cute like this… begging for more. You sound like a woman when you let your voice go. It’s so cute♡.” 

Sekido clenched the sheets in frustration, causing his torso to arch. 

“F-fuck you..!”

Karaku chuckled. He loved it when Sekido insulted him. His usual self made him so horny all the time already. He wanted him to sober up. To be himself again. 

“I can see you’re becoming yourself again. I love it.” He ravished. The anger was only revving his hunger.

"Ah, damn... Sekido, I can't get enough of you... You're still so tight. Have you really never had a dick inside you?" 

He began to slow down to an excruciatingly slow pace, only thrusting the tip. Sekido shook his head and let his head fall onto the pillow with a grunt, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Karaku seized the moment, running his tongue over the crimson fluid. Sekido instinctively opened his mouth, craving another kiss. Karaku's tongue traced from his chin to his lips, biting the bottom lip. 

He whispers.

“I’m so glad to be the first to know what you feel like on the inside. Am I really the first person you’ve spread your legs for?”

Then slipped into Sekido's mouth. He felt Sekido’s face burn even more. He must have felt embarrassed by what he said. 

The taste of iron between their eager tongues was driving them wild, almost like it had an intoxicating effect. 

 He slid his hands across Sekido’s chest, taking in the delightful sight. His beautiful brown skin, those soft pecs, his lean but muscular body. Karaku had always admired Sekido’s attractive figure, but seeing him like this, because of him. Writhing in pleasure, begging him not to stop. To go deeper . He wanted to keep him moaning. To hear that sweet sexy voice. There was nothing more he could wish for. He didn’t want this moment to ever end. 

Karaku pulled out, leaving just the tip in again, eliciting a shaky moan. Sekido felt so empty. Karaku had stretched him out completely. He slammed his way back inside, sliding right past his prostate, pushing Sekido’s knees to each side of his waist.

“Haaa..AHH!!”

Oh what a cry.

Like a woman. So high pitched. So filled with pure pleasure. Pure desire.

Sekido threw his head back, his legs convulsing as they spread, tensing up. Karaku felt the hot, sticky semen coat his entire stomach area.

“Oh? Did you cum already?”

Sekido heaved. He looked angry. His mouth agape, spit staining his chin, he didn’t even realize he reached his limit. 

There’s no way… I fucking came. By Karaku .

Karaku pushed his torso up, taking in the sight below him. Sekido lay there, heaving, still pulsating on the inside. His legs relaxed next to Karaku’s waistline. He made a mess all over his stomach and Karaku’s. Karaku was still dick deep inside him. He moved a little, and Sekido twitched, still sensitive from his intense orgasm.

“Did it feel good? Good to release?”

Sekido’s lips smacked. His saliva was thick as it drooled down his chin. 

“S-shut up…”

He slightly tried closing his legs, causing Karaku to slide out little by little.

“I’m not done with you just yet. I haven’t came yet~” He whined.

Sekido was smacked right back onto Karaku’s still rock hard cock. He gasped. The sudden pressure was immense once again.

“Ah! Karaku!! I-I just came- I can’t!”

 "Are you sensitive here?" he asked playfully, flicking Sekido’s nipple, completely ignoring his plea. 

His head dropped in response, mouth agape as his body began to shiver. Karaku took advantage of his fully exposed throat. His veins pumped full of arousal at the noticeable throbbing pulse. He crashed his face down, sucking on the jugular. 

"Karaku-" he held his cry back.

Hearing his name cried out this much was like a reward, pushing him closer to the edge, making him want more . Sekido repositioned himself, wincing in pain. Karaku was basically knawing at his throat, leaving a deep red mark. He let his lips part from the pulsing wound that would leave a bruise in the morning. It was coated in sticky saliva mixed with blood. Sekido heaved, too embarrassed to even face Karaku.

Wait… they’re gone.

“You don’t have to hold back Sekido… you can say anything you want. You can moan. You can scream.”

Sekido blushed. Although his voice kept trying to escape, he still attempted to keep it down, which only resulted in welling up. His eyes shifted to the seductive face above him, still recovering from the intoxication from biting Sekido’s neck, tasting the metallic blood. He licked his lips, looking down at the mark he just made. Sekido was marked as his. What a sensation. Heavy tears streamed down Sekido’s face.

“I… ah…it’s too much…”

Sekido heaved.

Karaku tensed up his body and tightened his grip around Sekidos waist. He could no longer wait. He needed more. He turned his head to gaze at Karaku, with his lips begging to be kissed. He caressed his pink cheeks, wiping his tears away. 

“You’re so beautiful Sekido.”

Karaku said before capturing Sekido into another passionate kiss. Sekido’s voice trembled, muffled by the intensity of their tongues colliding, tears streaming down his stinging cheeks. He pulled away, gritting his teeth and tilting his head back, eyes tightly shut, taking in the pressure and overstimulation. Karaku continued to kiss his lips, going down to his neck again. 

His lips are so soft.

He left soft red marks all over his throat and collar bone, continuing to travel down his entire body. He decided to give Sekido a breather, until he was ready to take him in again. 

“K-Karaku… I…” Karaku looked up, noticing the fresh tears glistening in Sekido’s eyes.

“I love you…”

Karaku froze for a moment, those three words reverberating in his mind. He felt his heart skip a beat. 

Huh? 

He flinched as he watched a droplet fall, splashing against Sekido’s cheek. Confusion washed over him as he wiped under his own eye.

I’m… crying…?

When he glanced back at Sekido, he noticed both of them were on the brink of overflowing with emotion. He pulled out a bit, overwhelmed.

“I-I’m sorry, Sekido.”

They both blinked.

“I’m sorry for everything.”

Sekido blinked again, tears cascading down his face. He gently cupped Karaku’s face, pulling him in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around Karaku’s neck, drawing him closer.

“Don’t apologize… I’m sorry…”

Karaku could feel the sincerity in Sekido’s apology, which only deepened his emotions. Their constant fighting stemmed from the weight of their unspoken feelings, pushing them apart when they truly longed to connect. Karaku rested his forehead against Sekido’s, sliding it down slightly.

“I… love you too. More than anything.”

Sekido paused, looking into Karaku’s emerald eyes. Now only taking in how beautiful and vibrant they were. 

Hah… fuck it.

Sekido responded with another kiss, pulling Karaku in closer while wrapping his legs around the waist above him. 

“Mph!”

Karaku slowly began to slowly move his hips again, causing Sekido to moan softly into their kiss. This time, his moan was filled with so much emotion. A gasp escaped Sekido as he felt Karaku thrust, breaking their connection momentarily. He glanced down, captivated by Karaku's movements, his leg muscles tightening in response. Karaku lifted one of Sekido’s legs, holding it up, quickening his pace.

“Ah! Karaku!!♡” Sekido cried out, his eyes fluttering shut. The overstimulation was driving him insane.

“That’s it. I wanna hear you.”

Oh God, he’s fucking me in all the right places! He’s gonna make me-

“Mmm… Right there! There!” Sekido bit his lip, overwhelmed.

God, he’s so… I’m so close , Karaku thought.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.”

Sekido did as he was told, widening his legs apart.

Karaku could feel Sekido tightening up around him again. He was getting to his breaking point too. The mixture of tightness and intensity from both of them was creating a unique type of sensation. 

“Ohhh yes! Fuck me…! Fuck me like that! Ah! I love it! I love you!!”

Yes… yes!

Karaku thought. He wanted to give Sekido everything he wanted. He didn’t want him unsatisfied. He did as Sekido commanded. After all, he was the one normally in charge. 

Ah fuck, I’m gonna tear at this rate!

“K-Karaku! I-I’m g-gonna…!” Sekido’s voice trembled. 

“Me too Sekido… Me too!”

Karaku quickened his pace and pulled out a little, edging out his climax. He was about to pull out completely.

Sekido hesitated for a moment, feeling Karaku leaving him so empty and looked away, then let out a cry, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“C-cum inside me!” 

Hearing his stifled cry, Karaku couldn't hold on and let out a breathy grunt and captured Sekido in a desperate kiss, sliding back inside with so much eagerness. The amount of trust he felt emanated from Sekido, along with the pure warmth and moisture again around him sent him over the edge. His muscles tensing as he began to release. Tremors took over both their bodies, sending shudders through Sekido’s canal, filling him up. Their voices cried out, blending together. Their cries shook the bed as Sekido held his breath and closed his eyes, his face still flushed. Karaku held Sekido’s thighs as he came for the second time, only this time, it was strained.

“Karaku!! I’m- I’m cumming!!!” 

“Oh Sekido! SEKIDO!” Karaku quickly wrapped his hand around Sekido’s shooting cock, pushing his thumb down on the slit, but not enough to hold him out. He forced the cum to make itself come out, leaking all over his palm. It made Karaku whimper even more.

They cried out each other names, collapsing next to each other.

They both stared into each others’ eyes. Crimson met emerald. 

“So… beautiful.”

Sekido blushed at Karaku’s words, closing his eyes, tilting his head down.

Karaku brushed the hair behind Sekido’s ear, wanting to see his face. Sekido’s big, slanted eyes looked back at him, still red and heavy from crying, and most likely the alcohol. 

“You really are something else.”

Those words echoed in Sekido’s mind. Reverberating and mixed with multiple voices. 

Before they knew it, both the alcohol and the intense sex put them in a deep slumber, facing one another. 

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Chapter Text

“Aizetsu..?”

“Ai…please…”

“It’s okay. I’m right here.”

“I-I can’t do this anymore. It’s been weeks… I…”

“…”

“I know.”

“I-I think I…”

“I know.”

“…”

“You won’t leave me like he did, will you…?”

“…”

“Never.”

“Aizetsu… please…”

“..hm.”

.

.

.

“…?”

Sekido blinked, his vision swimming.

That dream again…

He woke up in a spacious, cozy area. Groggily, he glanced up to see Karaku's chin, who was still sound asleep. He realized he was lying on Karaku's chest, finding the warmth and closeness comforting. A sharp pain shot through his head, causing him to wince as he instinctively held it. Seeking relief, he snuggled his nose into the warmth, inhaling a scent of sweat mixed with a unique aroma from Karaku's skin. Surprisingly, it wasn't unpleasant; instead, he found it quite appealing, his judgment clouded by a hangover. 

Huh? It smells like…

Suddenly Sekido realized what happened and shot up, waking Karaku from his slumber. He was groggy. Sekido checked the alarm clock, which read 11am. Luckily, it was Saturday, otherwise he would have been late for work.

“Nngh… Sekido? What is it?”

Sekido was in a slight panic. He was lost for words and panting.

“W-why are you in my bed..?”

Karaku sat up, rubbing his eyes. The covers slid down his shoulder, revealing his torso. Sekido’s face flushed completely red at the sight. Only then he realized he was the same.

“Why are you naked…?” He stuttered, trembling.

He covered himself with the duvet and got up off the bed, his hips and legs visible from the sides. He stumbled a bit, his legs shaking. He winced, clutching his backside. Karaku just watched him, getting up slowly. He already had boxers on. He could see Sekido was going to have a panic attack.

“Calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!”

He couldn't bring himself to look at his brother, breathing heavy. Karaku shifted himself and pushed off the bedside, slowly approaching Sekido. He gently pulled Sekido's face towards his own, his expression filled with emotion, Sekido’s eyes were big and glistening. His face looked angry as he avoided eye contact, out of breath. His hands rested by both his ears. 

“Sekido. Sekido, look at me.”

Sekido’s eyes shot at him, and though he appeared angry, it was easy to see through his facade; his panic. Karaku softly sighed at his attempt to hide his feelings. He always has been. He’s never been one to express his emotion. Sekido was conflicted with his feelings of intimacy. 

"It’s okay," Karaku said softly. 

Sekido's eyes fluttered slightly as he looked back at Karaku, his ears drooping downward and face softening. He looked sad. Karaku placed his thumb on the inside of Sekido's ear, which was hot and turning red. Sekido squeezed his eyes shut and tensed his lips, still facing Karaku. Karaku smiled warmly and kissed him softly, hearing a soft ‘please’ before meeting his soft lips, swallowing his hollow panicked breaths. He could see his ears showing his true emotions. Even though he didn’t respond, his beet red face and ears said otherwise. 

Sekido pulled away slightly, parting lips.

“Don’t pull away… I want to keep kissing you.”

Karaku placed his hands on Sekido’s, interlocking their fingers, pulling him close, feeling the pulsation through his fingertips. The duvet was slipping off between their heated bodies. Sekido hummed, his eyes still tightly shut. Karaku slightly tilted his chin down, their lips parting and with a whisper, he sighed.

“Relax.”

Sekido moaned very softly, barely coherent, but enough for Karaku to know he was enjoying this moment. Sekido held onto Karaku’s wrists tightly, his strength much more noticeable than last night. He squeezed so hard, he felt Karaku’s pulse throbbing in his grasp. Karaku smiled through the kiss, letting his tongue slide across Sekido’s teeth. 

“You-! Fucker!” Sekido growled through his teeth, just to be pulled back into an aggressive kiss, gaining self control.

Karaku’s heart rate was rapidly increasing, and so was Sekido’s, their thumping hearts feeding into one another. “Hm- mm!!”

I can’t breathe! 

Karaku could feel Sekido’s heart pound faster… and faster… and then slow. Sekido felt dizzy, his eyes rolling back. Karaku listened to the tiny squeaks and hums escaping Sekido’s throat. Like a child, high and whiny. His legs began to shake, and weaken even more.

I’m gonna pass out..!

Karaku ripped himself away, panting heavily as if he heard Sekido’s thoughts, and held his breath too.

He wasn’t breathing… either?

Karaku leaned into Sekido’s shoulder, not wanting to pull away from his scent. 

“You were begging me… I couldn’t help it.”

Sekido widened his eyes, and took Karaku’s wrists in his grasp, tightening his grip.

“Don’t.”

Sekido, still gripping Karaku’s wrists, blushed heavily, denying it.

“I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Y-you’re absurd! Sick. I did nothing of the sort!”

Karaku smiled mischievously. 

“Do you realize how you get when your drunk?”

What? I- no!! I didn’t… I don’t..!

“You’re lying! I didn’t-“

Karaku twisted his arms, slipping out of Sekido’s grasp. Sekido’s eyes widened, and he stumbled backwards, trying to get away. 

“Don’t try to fight it.” He smirked.

“Look Sekido, you can try to deny it all you want, but you know you want me. Want my skin against yours. You wanted me to make you cum. You screamed for me to cum inside y-“

And just like that, Karaku suddenly felt a hard, sudden smack against his cheek.

He didn’t make a noise, the slap was slightly weak, considering the little bit of alcohol in Sekido’s system, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell. He held his cheek, looking back at Sekido. 

“Ouch big bro. What was that for?”

“You’re insane! You-!”

Sekido stumbled back, his legs still shaking, Karaku reached out for his hand, only to be smacked away.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Sekido gripped the dresser for balance. 

I can’t even barely stand! This motherfucker!

“Sekido. Let me help you.” Karaku reached out, getting closer to Sekido. 

“Get the fuck away!”

“Sekido-”

“Don’t even say my fucking name!”

Sekido threw his arm against Karaku’s shoulder, repeatedly pounding his fist into his body. He wanted it to hurt. As much as he was hurting. Karaku took all the hits Sekido threw his way. His body smacking against his fist.

Sekido threw his fist one last time against Karaku’s bare chest, sliding his head down against his chest. He swallowed hard with a gulp.

“Feel better?”

 Sekido just stood there, resting his head against the heated chest. Karaku began embracing him. He didn’t pull away. Karaku realized Sekido still didn’t have any clothes on and grabbed his towel off the nightstand and wrapped it around Sekido’s waist. He could feel his fingers slide down his chest as he began to move his lips.

“Come with me.”

Sekido swallowed hard.

•

As Sekido stepped outside, the air was cool and damp. With the smell of mist and rain puncturing his nose. Although it was cloudy, Sekido winced at the sudden brightness and squinted at the split second image in front of him. Karaku took his hand, leading him to the trail. His hands were warm, contrasting his chill temperature. 

Karaku walked Sekido down the hill, with Sekido’s legs wobbling with each step. 

“Ouch..!”

Karaku sighed, smiling. 

“Are you sore? Want me to carry you?”

“Fuck you.”

Karaku chuckled. 

 He looked up at the lantern's soft glow painting the entrance in a warm light, contrasting with the cool evening air. Steam curled gently from the eaves, carrying the faint scent of cedar and minerals. Worn wooden steps led up to a sliding door, its paper panels diffusing the light into a soft, inviting ambiance. A simple noren curtain hung in the doorway, its dark blue fabric adorned with a white symbol, swaying slightly in the breeze, hinting at the tranquility within.

“Here we are.”

Sekido hazily looked up.

The bathhouse was already steaming, and the wood was glistening from the haze of rain.

“There should be some kimonos in there already from last time.”

“…” 

Sekido was keeping silent. Simply because he had nothing to say. Nothing to even think.

Sekido stepped inside the locker room. It was cool and comforting. 

“Hey, I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick. Don’t wait up.”

The curtain opened and flowed back into place and Sekido stood there. His towel still around his waist. He was looking down, in shame, not even sure what to do next. 

Sekido reached around his back slowly, pressing gently on his behind. He jolted, and he winced, bending over slightly.

“This motherfucker…!” Sekido felt tears burn his eyes, as they were already so heavy and sore from crying last night. He felt the sharp pain in his head from his hangover.

Sekido flinched, feeling something dripping down his inner thigh. 

Subconsciously he knew what it was. He felt a sickly feeling in his stomach and the nausea hit him. He hustled outside, tears streaming down his cheeks from the throbbing pain in his rear. He finally released the contents of his stomach onto the damp grass, the cool air hitting his heated body. 

He heaved, spit falling from his lips to the ground. The gravity of the situation finally came to him. He had slept with his brother. How disgraceful. And he possibly reciprocated it? There’s no way. No. Karaku had to of raped him. He would have never.

I wouldn’t have… I…

Oh God… What have I done?

•

Karaku had already returned to the locker room after Sekido ran out.  

Did he need to use the bathroom too?

Karaku took two of the four folded kimonos on the shelf and placed them on the hooks outside of the sliding door leading to the bathhouse. He removed his towel and walked into the bath house, the steam hitting his already heated body. He stepped down the rocky stairs into the water. It was hot, but not enough to burn. He submerged himself. He closed his eyes, the water reaching above his nose. He heard the sliding door open slowly with swish. 

There stood Sekido. He still had his towel on, gripping it. He looked a bit pale, and his face was flushed. Karaku lifted himself out of the water. 

“Sekido!”

Sekido didn’t respond, he was still aching as he tried walking over to the huge tub. 

Sekido looked to the side, rubbing his arm. Karaku had Deja vu of last night at the dance, how he stood so nervously. 

“Are you sore? Step into the bath. You’ll feel better.”

Sekido took a step, stumbling a bit. His legs were like jelly. 

“Stop trying to be all nice. I don’t want to talk to you.”

Karaku lowered himself back in the water, waiting for Sekido. He was trembling. He gave him a moment, just watching him. 

“Do you need help?”

“No!”

Sekido gripped the stones next to the bath, shaking as they were wet. His hand slipped and he fell head first. With a splash, Sekido felt hands around his waist, catching him before he fell into the hot water. 

“Ouch!”

“Are you okay?”

Sekido shook, his hands grasping Karaku’s arm like a scared cat. Sekido had a look of fear on his face.

“You’re okay.”

He was shivering. 

Sekido avoided his gaze, his eyebrows drooping.

“Sekido, you’re cold. Are you sick?”

“Just put me down.”

Karaku gently let Sekido go, hands still hovering over his shoulders, in case he fell again. 

Sekido hesitantly placed his hands on his towel, about to remove it, but felt a sense of self consciousness. Karaku could see a bit of red flow into his cheeks.

“L-look away…”

Karaku flinched, but respected Sekido’s wishes, finding his vulnerability cute and looked away, smiling a little. 

Sekido took it off, letting it fall to the ground and stepped into the bath, submerging his abdomen. 

Karaku heard the water and turned back around. Karaku was already naked, and Sekido avoided looking at him, turning his body away. He looked like he was cold, wrapping his arms around each other. His back faced Karaku as he walked deeper into the bath. The heat took him back. He wanted to put his whole body in the soothing water, but no matter how much he tried, he still felt a chill.

“Is it warm enough?”

“….It’s fine.”

“…”

“I can turn the heat up if you’re cold?”

“I’m fine!”

Sekido jolted as he felt two hands caress his biceps. Karaku’s touch was hot, 

“What are you-”

“Sekido. You’re shivering.”

Sekido felt his cheeks burn, while his body stayed cold. He felt Karaku’s bare chest press against his back. He felt the heat radiate from his torso. He wanted to lay back into the embracing warmth, but he felt frozen, his hands held closely underneath Karaku’s arms as he wrapped them around his sickly cold body. His skin was more a pale light brown instead of vibrant brown as it usually was. 

“L-let me go…”

Sekido denied the fact that he wanted to keep Karaku close. His body heat was the most comforting warmth he’d ever felt, that not even the hot water could provide.

The sounds of the dripping water was soothing, as their bodies came closer together. Sekido was tense, still trembling. 

“The bath will help you feel better. Just relax.”

Karaku was pressed up against Sekido’s naked body, spooning him.

“I can’t relax like this!” He loudly whispered.

Sekido felt hot lips against his nape, causing Sekido to release a hitched gasp. 

“W-what are you doing?!”

Karaku chuckled. He could feel the heat start to radiate from Sekido’s neck.

“Looks like you’re already warming up.”

Sekido arched his back, trying to get away, but it was feeble. 

“K-Karaku…”

Sekido could feel Karaku press up against his rear. Sekido released a gasp and a wince, jerking away. Karaku flinched, lifting his hips, and backing away a little.

“Ah- sorry…”

Karaku caressed Sekido’s bicep, letting his hands fall into the water. Karaku felt a sense of guilt wash over him. 

“Hey…I’m gonna head to the showers.”

That caught Sekido’s attention. He turned, watching Karaku step out of the bath, the water dripping off his muscular body. He forgot about the pain as soon as he seen his naked body. Seductive, and swayed unconsciously as he got out.

“W-wait-”

Karaku’s head turned.

“Yes?”

A sneer plastered his side profile.

“I- Will you…?”

Karaku’s torso halfway, in a way that his body was twisted, his butt protruding in a feminizing way. Sekido avoided his gaze, a blush creeping in again looking at the naked man before home.

“…never mind.”

“Suit yourself. I’ll be in the showers.” He chuckled.

Sekido submerged himself in the water, only his eyes peeking out as Karaku walked out, his feet pattering the tile floor. Karaku’s body was something to behold. He’d seen him naked before in the bathhouse. Why was this time different?

Fuck… I’m such an idiot! What am I doing?!

Sekido flushed, touching his nape.

His lips… 

Sekido felt a sharp pain in his head. 

What is…

He felt lips on his neck again, tracing along his Adam’s apple. He blushed, feeling his heartbeat increase. He could finally feel the heat from the water around him. It felt like arms, wrapping around him. It was strangely comforting. He found his eyes closed, trying to embrace himself. The image of Karaku’s naked body standing before him stuck in his mind, a deep red blush flush over his face. And his ears, sloping and red. He reminisced, seeing that arch in his back, water dripping down his dark brown skin, and his wet jet black hair. 

He’s really… 

Sekido widened his eyes, and struck himself across the face. He placed his palm against his beaten red cheek, feeling the heat radiate from the slap. 

Oh fuck…

Sekido covered his face with his hands, feeling the soaking wet strands stick to his face. 

“Did I really… have sex with him..? My br-”

Sekido cut himself off, feeling sick to his stomach. The heat bubbling inside his gut about to burst again.  

•

•

The water hit Karaku’s heated cheeks, he heard the sliding door creak open behind him. 

He turned to see that perfect curvy body before him. Sekido’s breathing was ragged, his face red. He must have struggled to get to the showers in his condition. He placed his hands in front of him, trying to hide himself. His crotch, specifically. Karaku turned to face him, standing next to the seat buckets. Sekido looked to the side. 

“Can you… wash my back..?” He mumbled. Karaku was surprised to hear those words come out of his mouth. Was he finally opening up? Or was he just weak?

He must be having a lot of trouble. 

•

His knees were tightly pressed together, hiding his manhood between them as his hands rested on the opposite arms. He was hunched over, his hair sprawled in front of him as Karaku gently caressed his back with a bar of soap. He felt a mix of shame and vulnerability. He knew that Karaku could see his naked body and he felt very defenseless in this moment. Karaku pressed his thumb into his shoulder blade, down to his tailbone, making Sekido shoot up, and release a small whine.

“That okay?”

Sekido clutched his biceps tightly, feeling the release in his tense shoulders and lower back, even though it hurt like hell. He felt pressure shooting up his spine. Most likely from last night, laying on his back. 

“It’s fine…”

“Sekido.”

Sekido glanced over at the hand next to his head. The palm opened, revealing a pill. 

Sekido turned to look up at the man hovering over him. Karaku looked sincere.

“It’ll help with the pain.”

Sekido felt a small bit of embarrassment creep into his cheeks, taking the pill. 

Didn’t take him for someone who cares about aftercare.  

Sekido took a moment, but found that small price of gratitude in him.

“Thank you.”

“Are you hurting there?”

Sekido looked to the side, pressing his legs closer together. 

Of course it does dumbass.

“I’m fine. Stop asking.”

“Don’t be so nervous, Sekido. It’s okay if it does. I was pretty rough last night.” 

“I’m not nervous.” He said with more of an irrigated tone, a bit disgusted at the thought of Karaku fully taking him.

“No? Okay...” he chuckled, as he reached around Sekido’s waist, rubbing the bar of soap along his bellybutton, causing Sekido to sit up straight again, shivering. 

“You’re so cute.” He giggled, pulling his hands away back to his shoulders. 

Sekido blushed, pulling the hair that stuck to his shoulder blades, to the front of him. Karaku felt Sekido’s discomfort.

“Shall I wash you hair?”

“Ok…”

Karaku chuckled, reaching for the bottle of shampoo, giving it a squeeze onto his palm. 

He’s so nervous. So adorable.

He then turned back to him, pushing his hair back towards him with a swift, but gentle motion. 

“This okay?”

Karaku's gentle massage soothed Sekido's scalp, melting away the tension. Sekido listened to the water dripping from his cold body, comforted by Karaku's fingers. "It feels nice," he murmured.

Karaku smiled, his fingers running through Sekido's tangle-free hair. Sekido watched Karaku's every move, noticing he wasn't shivering. Karaku refilled the bucket and resumed the massage, and Sekido closed his eyes, sinking into relaxation.

A sudden splash of warm water made Sekido jump, his hair falling flat over his face. Karaku giggled, and Sekido retorted, "What was that for?!" Before he could continue, another splash soaked him. Wiping his eyes, Sekido glared at Karaku and threw the water back at him from his soaked hair. "Hey!" Karaku playfully wrapped his arms around Sekido, feeling his cold, shivering arms and the goosebumps spreading across his skin, which made Karaku pause.

“Are you still cold?”

“…get off me.”

Karaku obliged, taking his arms away, instead he leaned forward, pressing his heated body against Sekido, as before in the tub. His hands slid underneath Sekido’s arms and wrapped around his torso, before finally resting below his pectorals. Sekido halted, feeling the warmth against his cold skin, despite being in a steaming bathhouse.

“You know, you don’t have to feel ashamed. It’s a normal thing to have sex.” 

Sekido felt a huff of hot air touch his ear. Karaku let out a huffy chuckle. 

“Just stop.”

“Are you feeling any relief?”

Sekido pondered, not saying a word. He didn’t realize what he meant, because all that he could focus on was the deep rooted pain inside, below his abdomen. 

Karaku pressed his lips against Sekido’s nape, giving him a soft kiss, but loud enough to penetrate Sekido’s eardrums. He felt a shiver. Why was he letting Karaku do this? He felt the tender lips press against the hickeys, which he assumed were from the night prior. 

“You looked really good last night, ya know.”

Sekido felt a flush spread across his face. He did remember getting dressed, wearing his black blazer. He remembered not caring so much about how he looked and grabbed the first suit he saw hanging in his closet, left behind by his grandfather from when he was young. 

“I can’t stop thinking about how you moved.”

He looked up.

“Your dancing. I just couldn’t take my eyes away.” Sekido tilted his exposed neck, feeling Karaku press his teeth up against it.

“Hey Sekido.”

Sekido snapped out of his daze and turned his head ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry I left.”

Sekido’s eyes widened.

•

The clock ticked past 2 AM, the sound amplified by the eerie silence of the house. The only other sound was the swish of red wine being poured into a clean glass.

Sekido picked up the glass, muttered to himself, and took a large gulp. He pulled out a chair and sat down, staring at the wall and tapping his fingers against the table. He poured another generous glass, drinking it almost as quickly as he poured it.

"Sekido?"

He jolted, turning towards the sudden voice. "Zoha? What are you doing up?"

"I was thirsty…" Zoha shuffled his hands, gripping his nightgown.

Sekido stood up, pushing the glass behind him. "Ah… I’ll get it for you. Sit down."

Zoha climbed onto the wooden chair, adjusting himself. He listened to the water being poured into a glass and watched Sekido set it down in front of him.

He took the glass with both small hands and sipped from it. Sekido watched his younger brother with crossed arms. 

"Drink it all. You know you’re supposed to keep up with your fluids."

Zohakuten pouted. "I don’t want to…"

Sekido furrowed his brows.

 "Zohakuten."

He huffed, the water disappearing in a single gulp. Sekido took the glass, rinsed it in the sink, and set it to dry. "Get to bed."

A tug on his sweater made him flinch. He looked down to see his brother's small hand pulling at his clothes. "Can you tuck me in? I’m scared…"

Sekido's heart softened. "Zoha…" He turned, gently lifting the boy onto his forearm. "Let's get you to bed."

Zoha clung to him, wrapping his arms tightly around Sekido's neck. Sekido supported Zoha's back with a tender hand, carrying him to his bedroom.

The bed creaked as he laid the small boy down. "Hm… you’re already drifting off."

"Sekido…"

"Shh… just rest now." Sekido placed the back of his hand against the boy's forehead, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. A fever. I’ll get medicine in the morning. He’s sweating.

He brushed the spiky black hair away from his ear and wiped his brother’s brow with a handkerchief. "Get some sleep now."

Sekido tucked the cooling blanket snugly around him and carefully made his way out of the room, sidestepping the scattered toys on the floor. He sighed. I’ll clean it tomorrow.

"I love you…"

Sekido froze in the doorway. He blinked, surprised at the sudden affection. He felt his heart skip a beat. 

“Goodnight Zoha.”

The door clicked shut, and he leaned against it, rubbing his forehead. A sniffle escaped him as he turned back toward the kitchen, but he found himself drawn to Aizetsu and Urogi’s room. A burning churned in his stomach, and his fingers toyed with the doorknob. It turned; the door was unlocked.

Urogi’s bed was empty, a silent testament to his absence. Aizetsu stirred groggily, blinking against the dim light. "Sekido? What's the matter?"

Sekido’s face was flushed, his body hunched as he stumbled closer. Aizetsu pushed himself up, concern etched on his face. "Sekido? What’s going on?"

Sekido’s shoulders trembled, and he lurched into his brother's arms. Aizetsu, caught off guard, wrapped his arms around him. "Aizetsu…!" Sekido sobbed into his shoulder.

"Sekido, what is it?"

"Aizetsu… Aizetsu…" Sekido’s grip tightened, his nails digging into Aizetsu’s shoulder blades. "Ai…please…"

"It’s okay. I’m right here."

"I-I can’t do this anymore. It’s been weeks…" Aizetsu embraced him, understanding the unspoken words about Karaku, gone for three weeks since Zohakuten’s return.

"…"

"I know."

"I-I think I…I’m… I’m…"

"Shh. I know."

Aizetsu held Sekido close, his gaze drawn to the glassy sheen in his brother’s eyes. He peered into them, searching.

"…"

"You won’t leave me like he did, will you…?"

Oh that look. So vulnerable. God.

"Never."

"Aizetsu…" Sekido let out a deep breath into his shirt, the tension slowly leaving his body.

"You need to stop drinking."

Sekido tensed at the words. "Sekido…" Aizetsu gently brushed the long, black hair away from his face. "You’re so emotional when you’re drunk."

Sekido nuzzled his cheek against Aizetsu’s lap, seeking comfort. Aizetsu obliged, his fingers tracing soft patterns on Sekido’s forehead. 

“I know it’s hard. But it’s not good for Zoha.”

Sekido’s grip tightened.

“Hey. Don’t get too stressed out. I’ve picked up some extra shifts so you don’t need to- huh?”

Aizetsu’s ears perked at the sound of steady breathing and his relaxed head, weighing down on his lap. 

"Hmph. Already asleep." Aizetsu chuckled softly, covering Sekido with his blanket, watching as he curled into himself.

Aizetsu lifted the covers, carefully placing his head off his lap onto the bed. He laid down next to him. Sekido instinctively tried to nuzzle his head into Aizetsu’s hands. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close, practically spooning him.

Sekido groaned, mumbling in his sleep. "Zetsu… I’m… sorry… mm…"

Aizetsu sighed, a mixture of fondness and weariness in his breath, caressing Sekido’s head, encircling the strands of hair around his fingers.

•

“You what?”

“I need to replace the suit you were wearing last night. It’s my fault it ripped.

Sekido just looked at him.

“Let’s go out.”

“Why? It was just an old suit anyways. I need to save the money I have for groceries.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

Sekido glanced over at him, he was sitting down at the table across from him. 

“No.”

“Why not??”

Karaku poured. 

“You know we’re short on money Karaku.”

“Sekido, don’t worry about it! I got it. I have some money.”

Sekido sat there, tapping his finger.

“I can take you to eat~”

He said in a teasing tone, trying to persuade him. 

Sekido rubbed his brow, then looked back at him.

Sekido sighed. He was hungry.

“Fine. Just… let me get dressed.”

Karaku smirked, sticking his tongue out. Sekido rolled his eyes.

•

•

•

“Right here!”

Karaku pulled Sekido’s arm, pulling at his sleeve. The bell chimed above the door as Sekido and Karaku stepped into a well renowned bakery for its…. Unique ingredients. 

“When you asked if I was hungry, I thought you meant food, not sweets.” Sekido grumbled. 

“Aww you wanted to go on a nice lunch date huh?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. That’s not what I meant, asshole.”

Karaku tensed his shoulders and laughed.

The air hung thick with the scent of cardamom, dark chocolate, and something vaguely floral that Sekido couldn't quite place. Display cases glittered with confections that looked innocent enough, but the knowing glances exchanged between customers hinted at their true nature. Sekido inhaled deeply, taking in the chocolate scent. Karaku smirked at Sekido’s ears flush. He knew Sekido loved sweets. He had the biggest sweet tooth of all 4 of his other brothers combined. 

He pulled Sekido to the case of decadent offerings. 

“Here, have that one. They’re the best.” Karaku smiled, tapping on the glass case with the delectable desserts glistening against the clear shield. 

"Can we have one of those muffins, and one danish?" Karaku tapped the glass, pointing as the young girl behind the counter opened the case. She reached for a plump, plain muffin.

"No. Not that one. The one with chocolate chips."

Sekido blinked, glancing at Karaku. The girl shifted her hand and retrieved the requested muffin.

"Okay. One chocolate chip late night delight and one cream cheese danish. That’ll be 20.67."

Sekido’s head snapped toward Karaku. "Why the hell is it so expensive?" he hissed.

"Relax, princess. I can spoil you today."

"Don’t call me that, idiot." Sekido watched as the baker meticulously wrapped the muffin in thick plastic, tying the top with a fancy pink bow.

Karaku pulled a fifty from his back pocket. "Keep the change, doll." He winked at the girl, catching her off guard and making her blush.

"T-thank you, sir…!" She bowed, hiding her reddened cheeks.

Karaku handed Sekido the delicately wrapped treat. Sekido examined it closely. "Why is this one wrapped like this and yours isn’t?"

Karaku gave him a knowing look. "These muffins are special."

Sekido turned to find the two girls behind the counter watching them, their gazes flickering down to the muffin. They whispered, giggling softly. Sekido looked back at the muffin in his hands, a sense of unease settling in. What’s going on? He felt eyes on him from all corners of the small store, freezing him in place. His heart pounded as he stared at the muffin, then skipped a beat as Karaku tugged lightly at his wrist. Sekido’s head shot up, finally breaking his gaze.

"Huh?"

“Ya alright? Let’s sit down.” Sekido looked back down at the sweet treat, and looked back up. 

“Okay…”

They both sat down on the wooden seats, in front of the big window facing the outside. Sunlight streamed in, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air, but they seemed oblivious to the beauty of the day, a knot of anxiety tightening their expression. 

Karaku watched Sekido, whose usual angry expression was softened by a subtle look in his eyes. Karaku noticed Sekido's brows twitching slightly, as if he was forcing the anger. Sekido gripped the muffin tightly, as to not drop it; like someone was going to take it.

"I’m gonna piss real quick," Karaku announced.

Sekido avoided eye contact, looking down. Karaku pushed back his chair and stood up. "Be right back." He winked and headed to the bathroom.

Sekido stared at the muffin, puzzled. Why was it bothering him so much? He gripped it tighter, biting his lip, and listened to the crinkle of the plastic. Carefully, he untied the bow and peeled back the wrapper, revealing a muffin with chocolate chips peeking from the top.

"No. Not that one. The one with chocolate chips," Karaku had said.

Sekido furrowed, thinking,

He knows I like chocolate?

He lifted the muffin, inhaling the sweet scent, and took a small bite. It was moist and delicious, the chocolate chips melting in his mouth. It was really fucking good.

It’s been a while since I’ve eaten a muffin… or any pastry. It’s good…

Sekido unwrapped the rest and took a huge bite, savoring the flavor. It wasn’t like any muffin he’d had before.

What is that?

He wondered about the ingredients. He was a good cook, and when he baked, his brothers always wanted more. He wanted to know how to make this muffin. It had a unique kick and a satisfying aftertaste.

Hearing the bathroom door slam open, Sekido quickly wrapped the muffin back up, trying to hide how much he'd eaten.

“Look who dug in without me!”

Karaku pouted, sitting down obnoxiously.

Sekido swallowed once more.

“I-I didn’t…”

Karaku chuckled at the obvious lie.

“Did you like it? What did it taste like?”

Sekido felt a dust of red creep along his cheek. 

“It was okay. I’m hungry though.”

“You want my danish too?”

Sekido flinched.

“No! You eat it!”

Karaku laughed, shaking his head. 

“Yeah yeah, I’ll take you out on a date to dinner.”

Sekido’s ears flushed red and drooped.

“That’s not-”

“I only kid, Sekido. Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

Sekido plastered an irritated look on his face, rolling his eyes. 

“If you’re hungry, eat the rest of your muffin then for now and I’ll get you some lunch.”

Sekido felt a flush hit his cheeks. He did enjoy the muffin. He did want to eat the rest, but something held him back. Sekido let out a deep sigh.

“Why did you decide to bring me out today? Why are you acting like this?”

Karaku leaned back in his chair. 

“Can’t I just take my big bro out?”

Sekido scrunched his nose in annoyance.

“I should be working instead.”

“Sekido, you're always working.”

“Well no shit. I have to. Nobody else can pay the bills.”

Karaku chuckled. Sekido sat there for a moment. And then gave a look at Karaku.

“Where have you been?”

Karaku looked over, meeting his intrusive stare. 

“Whatddya mean?”

“You know what I mean. You’ve been gone for weeks. After Zoha came out of his-”

Sekido cut himself off, looking away. He was tense. He had a look of sorrow deep in his eyes, and Karaku could see it, but he still didn’t say anything.

“He… he’s still struggling. He’s still getting sick. and you. You’re just going off anywhere you want! Just leaving me to take care of him!”

“Sekido, hey! Let’s take this to the car-”

“Tell me.”

“Ah- I…”

“Karaku.”

He looked back, hearing Sekido’s low voice. 

“I’ve just been working.”

“Working? You can barely keep a job, but even if you are, you’re not helping with the bills or groceries?”

He leaned over the table, lifting his finger to point at him.

“You’re fucking selfish. You always have been. I can’t even believe you.”

Karaku huffed, licking his teeth and nodding his head. 

“I’m sorry. Is that what you wanna hear?”

“I don’t want your fucking sorry.”

“Sekido, I’ll-”

“You think it’s easy? I still owe on the hospital bill. And I’m running out of money. Plus, it’s his birthday soon. Just tell me where the hell you’re working!”

“Are… you the only one paying..?”

Sekido shot back at him.

“What the fuck do you think?”

Karaku didn’t even realize his little brother's birthday was coming up or that Sekido was even paying that. A part of him did feel bad. 

“Hey… I can take care of the next bill.”

“Oh now you wanna help? With what money?”

He looked up at Sekido and gave him a smirk, avoiding the conversation, trying to lighten himself up.

“I’ll tell you if you let me take you to get a new suit.”

“Don’t change the subject.”

Karaku leaned in,

“Come on Sekido. You wanna know, don’t you?”

Sekido did want to know. 

They stared back at one another. 

“…”

Karaku had a smirk on his face, lifting his brow. 

“…Fine.”

•

Sekido walked next to Karaku down the sidewalk. He felt a bit uneasy. Chocolate sometimes gave him a stomachache, but this was… different. He felt… strange. He couldn’t help but let his mind and eyes wander. He felt strangely drawn to Karaku, his gaze involuntarily following the rhythmic sway of his hips. Karaku's tight shirt accentuated his muscular build, almost like a compression shirt. Sekido felt his body temperature rising, a film of sweat forming on his forehead. His breaths deepened, and an unfamiliar excitement coursed through him. His heart rate quickened as a powerful sensation shot from his ribs to his pelvis, intensifying in his abdomen. He couldn't help but feel the heat rising in his ears.

He looks good… 

He watched Karaku’s torso. It was curvy and he couldn’t take his eyes off it. He felt a ringing pierce through his head. An image of a torso in front of him, swaying forward, stomach expanding and relaxing. Breathing heavy. He couldn’t see the face, but looked down, hair covering his pubic area. 

Is that…?

A sudden pulsation pierced his backside. He winced. Hot flashes took over, and he held his head, stopping in place. He saw his legs, spread wide open, and felt himself breathing heavily, and pressure. Intense pressure, deep inside.

 In and out. In and out.

 In. And. Out. 

Over and over again.

He almost clutched himself. 

“Hah…ah! Don’t stop! Karaku!!”

Huh? That’s my voice…? No… 

“You alright there Sekido?”

“Huh?”

Sekido was caught off guard and shot forward, snapping out of his daze, still feeling himself painfully throb from the inside.

“Looks like something's troubling you.”

Sekido shifted uncomfortably, still trying to ignore his rapidly heated body.

“I’m fine…”

Karaku snickered, giving him a snarky look. 

“Hey it’s right here.”

Sekido looked up. He was faced with a side street hidden gem. The window display was classic, mannequins lined up with timeless suits. 

“Are you sure this is the right place?”

“Positive. Come on!”

Karaku yanked Sekido inside, the door chiming above them as they entered. 

‘Welcome in!’ Echoed through the store.

He’s such a child…

Karaku took him towards the tuxedo’s hanging.

“These are nice. I think they’d suit you.”

“Why these ones?”

Karaku turned to face him, shuffling through the variety of suits.

“Cause you look good in black. It brings out your nice body shape.”

Sekido looked away. Clearly embarrassed.

“I don’t have a nice body…”

He turned around and looked at the blazers, obviously trying to avoid the flirting. 

“Hey…”

Karaku put his hands around Sekido’s waist from behind, caressing his stomach and nuzzling into his shoulder. Inhaling his scent. Sekido placed his hands on his arms.

“Sekido. You have a really nice body and you know it.”

Sekido felt himself shiver under the touch. His legs tensed and he felt the undying heat increase with being touched. 

“S-stop.”

“Why so nervous? It’s true.” He opened one eye.

Sekido’s ears turned red, and his body craved the touch. Hormones driving him wild. He didn’t face him. His strength was weak and his breathing became heavy and low.

“You know you’re really sexy, right? I’m surprised you’ve never had a girlfriend.”

Sekido tilted his head to the side, exposing his throat. His body felt like acting on its own.

“I’m getting the vibe you're feeling a little… naughty, Sekido.” He sneered.

Sekido flushed, his ears drooping and forced himself to push Karaku away. 

He put his hands up and put an innocent smile on his face with his eyes closed.

Sekido jolted as he heard a female voice behind him. 

“Did you gentleman need any help?”

“Oh, uh n-”

“Yes actually. We’re looking for a snug fitted suit for him.”

Sekido gave Karaku a stare.

He mouthed ‘shut up’ to him. Karaku smirked. 

“He needs to be measured.”

“Oh okay! We can take his measurements quick.”

“Karaku!” Sekido loudly whispered.

“Go on now, she’s waiting.”

God!

“If you wanna just lift your arms?”

Sekido obliged, lifting both his arms past his chest. 

“Okay… you’re about average. I can gather some suits for you to try on to see what you like?”

“Uh… sure. Thank you.”

The woman walked away to grab some suits.

“You dumbass!”

“What?? You needed to try some on!”

Sekido rubbed his brow.

I didn’t think we were actually even gonna try anything on.

Two women came back and lifted the many suits in their hands.

“No no… I don’t think I need that-”

“No that’s great! He’ll try all of them on!”

The girls looked happy to help, guiding him to a dressing room and placing the suits on the hangers on the wall. 

“Let us know if you need anything!”

They both walked away out of sight. 

Sekido stood there, and glanced over when Karaku came into view. 

“Well, there you go. Some to try on.”

Sekido sighed, and Karaku stepped closer and leaned over Sekido.

“I can help you if you want.” He said low and seductive. 

“Stop… We’re in public.”

“So you’d be up for it if we were alone?” He sneered

“What?! I didn’t say that!”

“…Are you going to say it?”

“Huh?! Shut up! That should be obvious! I’m going to try this on! Leave me alone!”

Karaku nuzzled his face into Sekido's shoulder behind him, chuckling. Sekido pulled away and slammed the door shut of the dressing room, looking for the lock.

What? There’s no lock? What kind of dressing room doesn’t have a damn lock! Ugh. Oh well. It’s just a few shirts anyways. I’ll be quick.

Sekido turned his back to the door, facing the mirror. He removed his button up, folding it next to him on the chair. He looked back, his eyes being drawn to his torso. His fingers caressed over the bruises. The hickeys. Covering neck to waist. Sekido felt a flush rush to his face looking at all the bites and kisses left by Karaku on his body. His throat tightened up and he felt his eyes burn as tears began to coat them.

Christ… 

He sighed, standing there for a moment, then reached out for the first suit, lifting it up. 

How much is this one..?

Sekidos' eyes widened at the price. ‘30,000 yen’

 We can’t afford this?!

He carefully placed the suit back to avoid any damage and rebuttoned his shirt. Stepping out of the room, and peeked his head out the hall at Karaku, who was sitting on the bench on his phone, his legs crossed comfortably. Karaku's face was serene, showing no hint of the earlier incident. Noticing Sekido, Karaku's face brightened.

“Oh! Sekido? Where’s the suit?” His face lit up. 

"Karaku, these suits are too expensive for us! Why did you bring me to such a high-end store?"

“Just try it on, Sekido. No need to get worked up. We need a good size for you anyways to know.” He smiled warmly.

Sekido sighed and returned to the dressing room, frustrated. He rubbed the back of his head.

Idiot! We can’t afford them! I only have about  14,000 yen anyhow in my wallet, and we need groceries too! The sizes might be different in a store like this! 

He picked up the outfit again. He removed his button up, revealing that beautiful brown skin again. He slipped the undershirt on, then the coat and adjusted the tie. 

Looks like it fits. 

He tugged the fabric down, accentuating his waist. As Sekido began to remove the coat and unbutton the undershirt, revealing his bruised, and bitten body, but halted hearing the click on the door. 

“Ah- Someone’s in here!”

He panicked slightly, turning to shut the door, but was stopped by the door forcing itself open. He was faced with a black shirt, chest protruding. He was met with those familiar jade eyes.

“Karaku??”

“Hey, how’s it fit?” Karaku had a look on his face. A suggestive look. 

“I-it’s fine… why are you in here? You scared the shit outta me.” 

“Came to check on how it fit. Looks like it fits well?”

Karaku eyed him down, noticing the red marks on his body. Sekido noticed him checking him out and pulled the undershirt over his body, trying to cover himself. 

“Aw, you’re so cute when you’re shy♡.”

Sekido looked away, a blush creeping over his cheeks.

“Don’t be cheeky. I have a few more to try on…”

Sekido started closing the door, but a foot stopped it dead in its tracks. Sekido’s eyes widened.

“What?” Sekido looked back up at Karaku, who smiled at him.

“You look good.”

Sekido felt his face flush, and the door gently pushed open, with Karaku stepping in front of Sekido, his feet placing themselves on each side of Sekido’s shoes. Karaku eyed the bruises left by him. 

Sekido flinched as he felt Karaku brush against his torso, a blush creeping across his face.

“W-what are you doing?”

Karaku tilted his head.

“Kiss me.”

Sekido’s eyes widened.

“W-what?”

Sekido froze, staring back into those jade eyes. 

Karaku took another step forward, pushing Sekido towards the mirror, smacking into it. Sekido felt chills run across his ribs from the cold glass. Sekido’s hands were pinned against the walls, giving his wrists a squeeze.

“K-Karaku… what are you doing? ”

Sekido tried pulling away, pushing against Karaku’s force weakly.

“Get off…”

Karaku’s head tilted down, his gaze becoming lower and he gave him those eyes. The corners of his mouth drooping. Sekido’s cheeks burned attempting to avoid Karaku’s seductive gaze.

“Sekido. I want you.”

A wave of emotions hit Sekido. Confusion, annoyance, and... a strange sense of

vulnerability he hadn't expected. 

“Huh? What do you-” he hesitated, his voice was softer, less angry.

“I want you. Right. Now.”

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Sekido shivered at the hot breath against his lips.

“I want you. Right. Now. ”

Sekido’s eyes widened at Karaku’s thick and hoarse voice. A strange heat shot down to his pelvis, and he pressed his thighs together, feeling the sexual tension in the air. He was already feeling tense and heat building up deep in his abdomen earlier, and now this. The fucking cherry on top. 

A ringing pierced his ears. He felt the familiar soreness down below, wincing. Karaku pressed his pelvis against Sekido’s slightly, nudging him.

“K-Karaku…” a pathetic whine escaped his throat.

“You want it too, don’t you? I see the way you’ve been acting since we left the bakery.”

Sekido's eyebrows furrowed as Karaku gave him a look he couldn't quite decipher. It was a mix of mischief and something else, something that made Sekido feel uneasy.

“Wanna have some fun?”

“S-stop… I don’t… we’re in a fucking dressing room, idiot.”

Karaku smirked, once again it was ‘in public’.

“You said you wouldn’t do it in public so why not here?”

Sekido was taken aback at this bluntness.

“Are you crazy?! We’re not- we’re in a store!”

“So let’s go to a love hotel.”

“What!? You’re insane!”

Karaku tightened his grip around his wrists, leaning closer to Sekido’s lips. He glanced up again, taking in the dark, sexy look Karaku plastered all over his face.

“Don’t look at me like that…”

Karaku was confident.

He won’t pull away. He wants it too. Karaku was convinced.

And he was right.

“You’re horny, aren’t you? I know that body language from anywhere.”

Karaku eyed him down, irises shifting down Sekido’s waist to his thighs. His thighs, that were pressed tightly together, trembled. 

Sekido jolted, what was going on?! He felt hot everywhere!

“Look at you. Listen to you whine. You’re trembling already and I’ve barely touched you. Your face is already red. And you’ve been pacing. Don’t deny it. You’re aroused.”

As soon as Sekido felt the hot breath against his dry lips, he closed his eyes tightly, his lips trembling.

“Stop..!” He whimpered.

“Hey, don’t be ashamed. It’s not your fault after all.”

Sekido opened his eyes slightly.

“Aphrodisiacs surely are something.”

Karaku whispered, lips softly and lightly caressing Sekido’s. 

“Hah…” Sekido moaned.

Aphrodisiac..? When did I-

No way… 

“You smell amazing.” 

 It was like he could smell the pheromones emitting from Sekido’s tense and overheated body. He kept getting closer, and his body was closing in on him. 

He’s touching me!  

“K-Karaku… please- ah-!”

It was gentle. Sekido expected more force, but enjoyed the soft touch as he felt Karaku’s gentle fingertips brush against his throat up to his jaw then behind his ears and he caressed his tender lips along his adam's apple. So heated. 

“I love these ears of yours.”

My ears…?

Karaku caressed them with the back of his fingers, then pressed his thumb into his inner ear. Sekido’s eyes shut tight and his face flushed red, along with his ears, the teasing heating him up even more. 

Karaku trailed soft kisses up his throat to his jaw, conveying his tenderness.

Oh God

“Sekido… hah…” his lips brushing along Sekido’s throat, kissing the red hickeys along his neck.

“Karaku… last night- was a mistake. We cannot do this. Not anymore.”

Karaku took note of Sekido’s words, but continued his tender kisses. And his voice. It was hesitant and soft. Full of tension. 

“We?” 

That word was implying it was both of them. Not just Karaku. Not just Sekido. But both of them. 

“Does that mean you admit you wanted me to fuck you last night?”

“N-no! That’s-”

“Is it Aizetsu? Urogi?”

Sekido froze.

“Are you afraid of what they might think? Or people?”

Sekido’s irises trailed off to the side. 

“Who cares what others think? Just think about whether you like how it feels.”

“S-stop…! This is wrong!”

Sekido pushed gently at Karaku’s bulging shoulders. 

“If it’s so wrong, then why is it so obvious you’re dying for it? It’s so obvious you want me. The way you avoid eye contact when you see me. The way you cross your legs when I come into the room. Your face changes. Your whole demeanor. You don’t realize how seductive you truly are.”

 Sekido whimpered, his eyebrows drooped, and the undershirt he was wearing began sliding off as Karaku let his wrists go. He noticed, watching it fall off Sekido’s shoulders, exposing more of Karaku’s marks he left. 

“I guess I was a bit rough last night.”

Sekido’s eyebrows drooped and he grit his teeth. Just the thought of Karaku sucking all over him to even make these marks!

Sekido let it fall to the ground. He didn’t push past Karaku, or yell at him. He stood there, cheeks matching his eyes, avoiding Karaku’s sexual gaze as much as possible.

“You never accept it. You’ve been holding back from your desires.”

Karaku leaned in close, and Sekido simply stood there, letting Karaku claim his lips.

Sekido felt in his heart he would never be able to accept it, but…

“Nothing wrong with giving into pleasure, Sekido.”

His heart pounded and he tilted his head down, waiting. Karaku gently gave him a peck on his lips, sighing and opening slightly just to slot his lips with Sekido’s. The sounds of their lips parting was intoxicating. Karaku’s hand moved to rest on Sekido’s chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart. Everything faded away as they continued their passionate kiss. Karaku watched him. His eyes were closed. He was enjoying it. His jaw wasn’t tense. He’s reciprocating. 

“Open your mouth.”

Sekido complied, tilting his head a bit as he yielded to the requests. He felt fingers brush against his cheek, trailing down to his lips. Karaku’s thumb pressed softly at the edge of Sekido's mouth, coaxing it open for deeper kisses, their tongues intertwining. 

He’s… a good kisser…

Sekido was still a novice in this area. He was unsure how to maneuver his tongue, resulting in kisses that were gentle and tentative.

Sekido slowly pulled away.

“Why are you doing this?”

Karaku rested his forehead against Sekido’s. 

“Why so many questions?” Karaku chuckled.

“Tell me…”

“Hmm…”

“I have a right…”

“Haha… I suppose you’re right.”

Karaku smiled.

“Well… I’ll never get tired of those eyes of yours.”

Karaku pulled Sekido’s chin up to face him, but Sekido still tried to look away.

“Look at me, Sekido.”

He was helpless. He didn’t pull away- No. he couldn’t pull away. He felt he needed to listen to what Karaku had to say.

“These lips… it’s… everything… not just your body… but-”

“You… ”

His heart thumped. 

N-no way…

“You…”

“I really wanna fucking kiss you. Again. And again.”

Sekido felt himself shudder and he backed up towards the mirror again, feeling the cold glass against his heated bare skin. 

“I…”

Sekido’s anxiety spiked, and he knew Karaku was closing in on him, getting closer. And closer. Karaku leaned in, simply pressing his lips against his collar bone, trailing up his adam’s apple.

So soft. So gentle.

Sekido’s heart pounded as he let out a hitched breath, holding back as hands slid down his heated skin, groping over his bare hips. Karaku’s thumbs pressed into the indent of Sekido’s pelvis.

He gave him a soft kiss on his collar bone, pulling back just an inch. His soft lips caressed along the bone up his throat, feeling his throbbing pulse increase.

“Your heart’s racing.” Karaku smirked.

Sekido hissed through his teeth, trying to hold his breath back. He rubbed his thighs together.

“Just shut up...”

Karaku snickered, sliding his hands along his waist, eventually up his back. 

“Hm…”

Sekido hummed, listening and blushing to the sound of Karaku’s soft kisses and smooches against his skin.

“You’re so sensitive.”

Sekido looked away, not responding. 

Karaku had a devious look in his eye and reached down, lips still marking him up, causing Sekido to release strained moans. He pushed him back, smacking into the wall, knocking the suits down. 

“Mm!” Sekido’s hand threw his hands up, and Karaku acted fast, his hand rubbing against Sekido’s crotch.

Sekido’s legs tightened up in response, knees bending.

“Ungh~!! N-no..!” Sekido moaned, just above a whisper.

“What? You don’t like it?”

He continued his lewd actions, with Sekido writhing against him.

Sekido tilted his head back, panting, attempting to hold his voice back. 

“ Oh ?”

Sekido was breathing heavily, and looked down at Karaku. 

“You’re wet.”

Sekido blushed intensely, noticing the raging bulge stretching out the new trousers at the zipper. He almost leaked through his underwear. He tried to cover himself with his hands, but Karaku slid his hands down his arms, interlocking his fingers with Sekido’s. 

“So wet for me.”

He smacked his lips. 

“God just- stop… I’m not.. ngh-”

Karaku grabbed his wrists, replacing his hand with his thigh, rubbing up against him.

“Sekido..”

Sekido looked up, still caught in a whirlpool of pleasure.

“I seen the way you were looking at me.”

“W-what?”

“I know how you’re feeling. You’re having urges, aren’t you?”

Sekido felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead. His heart raced as Karaku stood up and lingered over him. Sekido’s breath was hot as he closed his eyes. The searing heat in his nether region was so intense he throbbed. His hormones were raging through his body, telling him to release. To give in. Sekido’s conscience didn’t want to, no matter the sensations. 

“Y-you cant…”

Karaku looked him in the eye. 

“You don’t think so? Let me take care of you. I know how to deal with this.”

Karaku teased him, slipping underneath the waistband of his underwear. He brushed his hand through the pubic hair. Sekido shuddered.

Fuck..! 

“Heheh…” Karaku chuckled.

He’s losing control by the second.  

“I can hear your thoughts, Sekido. I know you’re struggling to hold on.”

“I can’t…”

Karaku chuckled, kissing his quivering lips.

Sekido moaned, eyes widening as Karaku began sensually massaging the bulge.

“…God..!” He huffed.

“You like that?”

Sekido’s hips twitched and swayed, adding to the stimulation. He yearned.

“Ah… ngh..!” He shook his head.

“So good.” Karaku whispered.

Sekido found himself clutching to Karaku’s shirt, head buried in his chest, looking down at the ground.

Sekido gasped, feeling Karaku’s palm brush over his rear. He arched his back. 

“Haha… look at you.” 

Sekido grit his teeth, digging his nails into Karaku. 

Karaku gave him a playful kiss on his neck. 

He gasped, suddenly seeing himself in the mirror as his face pressed up against it. He was being taken from behind. Karaku had swung him around and pressed his groin against his rear.

“Hah!”

Sekido smacked his mouth shut. Karaku let out a chuckle at Sekido’s panicked moan.

“Look at you trying to keep your voice down. Personally, I wouldn’t care to be caught, but I know you. You’re so shy. It’s so cute..” 

“Karaku..! Hey! We can’t do this-! Not here!!” He hoarsely whispered in a nervous, shaky voice.

“You always say that, but you won’t pull away.”

Karaku pressed himself against Sekido’s plump ass, making him jolt, feeling the hard boner pressed up against him. He could see Sekido ball his fists. He knew he was embarrassed and he knew he wouldn’t pull away from Karaku’s touch. 

“I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. The way you screamed my name all night and the way you felt. I want to feel you again.”

“I crave you, Sekido.”

Karaku began feeling him up, brushing his fingers along the heated pectorals, stopping at the two erect buds. He let out a huff, encircling the areola. Sekido’s head jumped to the side. He could see Sekido’s lips quivering, releasing shaky breaths.

So cute.

“I don’t like it…” 

Karaku let one hand travel lower, feeling the hardness.

“Are you sure about that?” Karaku smirked, feeling him heat up even more.

Karaku practically ripped the new dress pants down his thighs. That round, voluptuous ass completely bare, still red from the previous night.

“Ah-Hah!!”

He wasn’t expecting it in the slightest. At this point, his back was arched and his hands displayed in front of him, holding himself on the mirror, his rear pressed up against Karaku’s rock hard boner. 

“W-wait! Don’t-!” 

Karaku chuckled, leaning close and pressing his body against Sekido’s back. Sekido looked back at him, eyes widening at the grin plastered on Karaku’s face. And in his teeth, was a wrapper, a square wrapper with a prominent ring protruding the edges of it. 

“For your own conscience.”

Sekido’s pupils were small, panicking on the inside. He turned back around, taking in the situation. He flinched at the crinkling of the wrapper being ripped open. 

He waited, sweating, heart pounding, hearing a belt unbuckle and the unzipping of jeans. 

“So patient.”

Sekido jolted, feeling self conscious, and tried to pull away before he felt his hips being gripped and pulled backwards, ass being pressed up against something.

“Ah-!”

What is-?

He halted, taking in the object touching him, it was thick and long. It took Sekido a moment to realize. 

No- That's his-?!

Sekido could not believe Karaku’s dick was sliding up against him. He felt warm hands slide across his waist, down to his butt.

“This ass of yours…”

Karaku groped him, his thumbs pulling the fat apart, exposing his sore asshole. 

Sekido smacked his mouth shut, feeling himself being opened up like this. 

Oh God! It hurts!

“Yours is so pretty. I didn’t get a good look at it yesterday. Shit…”

“Karaku..!”

 “I wanna fuck you so bad right now.”

Sekido blushed intensely at that phrase. 

“Karaku! We’re in a fucking dressing room! Let me go!” He loudly whispered.

“Don’t worry… I’m good at being quiet.”

“N-no!”

He rubbed it against the tight entrance, causing Sekido to shiver and eventually pushing inside inch by inch. Sekido jumped, holding his breath.

“Ungh! Ungh! K-Karaku no! S-stop! It hurts!”

Each thrust was painful, and erratic. 

Ow ow ow!

“You don’t want anyone hearing, do you?”

Sekido’s voice choked. 

Karaku began sliding his tongue on the back of Sekido’s neck. His skin was on fire and Karaku couldn’t get enough of it, as he began kissing the leftover bruises and hickeys from the previous night, tracing over them as if they were trophies. 

“Wait w-wait!”

Karaku slid his hands down to hold Sekido’s hips, keeping him from squirming.

“Fuck… you’re squeezing me so tight.”

Sekido tried looking past the pain, taking in Karaku’s throbbing cock inside him, pushing past his prostate, shuddering at the stimulation and smacking his hand against Karaku’s thigh behind him, lifting his body up. 

“Karaku… it… hurts- p-please…!” Sekido whined.

“Relax, Sekido. I’ll slow down for you♡”

Karaku slowed to an unhurried pace. Sekido listened, wincing at the sound of Karaku slowly pull out, the wetness of blood and Sekido’s own slick lubing him up. 

“You’re bleeding a little Sekido, but barely. Don’t worry. It’s normal after your first time.”

Sekido curled his shaking fingers underneath his palm against the mirror, looking at himself heaving in both pleasure and pain. He looked like a whore, bent over for her lover. A slut. Despite that, deep down Sekido had a searing coil of yearning from deep in his gut, his pelvis. It wasn’t like anything he’d felt before. He was flat out horny. In broad daylight. It wanted to take over his body like a parasite. It boiled from deep down below without a rip in its wake.

 Oh when will you give in?

“Can you... be gentle..?” Sekido blushed, avoiding Karaku’s gaze. 

“Awe, look who’s giving in~ Sure, if gentle is what you want, princess. Just for you♡”

Sekido just blushed and tensed his shoulders, hands still on the wall, giving into the blasphemous act. 

I can’t help it… it feels-

He pressed his behind a bit into Karaku’s pelvis, pushing his cock balls deep inside him. He released a strained, held back moan, trying to keep quiet. Karaku looked down, taking in the sight below him, smirking at Sekido moving on his own. He caressed Sekido’s back up to his shoulder blades. 

“Feeling excited? You gave in quite quickly.”

Sekido’s muscular back, his hair sprawled, resting behind him, but also hanging and swaying with each movement they made. He looked even further down, looking at Sekido’s plump ass. He had no choice but to give into his temptations and grab it again, fondling him, it was practically begging to be groped. Each gentle thrust and squeeze made a cute sound escape Sekido’s throat. 

“You’re so adorable, trying to keep your voice down. Will you move your hips for me?”

Although he felt a sick sense of embarrassment, Sekido obliged, bouncing his body backwards, riding the throbbing dick behind him. 

Karaku cheekily smirked at the sight. Watching Sekido ride his cock without him moving was bringing a different kind of pleasure to him. That he likes it. He wants it. He wants to ride his dick. Karaku wanted to do so much more, but in this situation, he was restricted. 

He gently swayed his hips forward, and Sekido arched his back. He couldn’t help it. He needed to move. He needs to fuck that dirty hole of his. He grabbed Sekido’s hips, his thighs created a lever, smacking his way inside him. Sekido released a strained groan, arching his entire body, lifting his head, his hair flying back.

 What a beautiful, mouth watering sight to behold. He could smell the shampoo he had massaged into Sekido's scalp just a few hours ago.

Karaku felt like he needed to kiss him. That he wanted it too. He reached around Sekido’s underarm, lifting him by his chest behind him so they met face-to-face. Sekido’s head was turned, lips practically already touching as he was being fucked immensely and passionately, moaning his name through each breath.

“It feels nice Karaku… I like it.. I like it.” His lips and hot breath touched Karaku’s as he bounced back and forth. 

So he likes it gentle like this? Or just from behind? I wouldn’t take him for that type. How cute. I can work with that. 

“Do you like this position?”

Sekido didn’t answer. Karaku was unsure, but it didn't matter. He knew Sekido was enjoying this and he wanted him completely satisfied. He wanted him to feel the most pleasure. He wanted him to cum. To cum for him. Like last night. The first time. Karaku pulled out, leaving just the tip and thrusted about two inches in and slammed his way inside once again, pounding into the prostate.

“Hah… Fuck! ” Sekido hummed, covering his mouth, clearly embarrassed by his own moans.

It feels-!! 

“-So good!!”

Hearing Sekido moan so quietly like this was amazing, shooting straight down to his dick. The small, almost whimpers and whining. He never wanted it to end. He watched Sekido move on his cock, his body shivering. Karaku gently thrust his hips, focused on bringing Sekido closer to the edge.

“Raku-chan… it… hmm…! don’t stop!” His face buried in his arms as they rested against the mirror. 

Karaku felt a huge sense of heat in his stomach at the adorable nickname. 

He’s so damn cute. 

Karaku felt like he had to tease him, leaning in close to his ear, feeling Sekido’s body bounce forward underneath him. In a high pitched, impression of Sekido, he moaned.

‘Oh fuck me…! fuck me like that~’

“?!!!?”

The mocking made Sekido flush completely red.

“It’s making me even harder thinking back to what you were moaning last night. And this ass of yours. Squeezing me so fucking tight.”

Me? No… no way I said that! No way. What the fuck?! Why is he teasing me like this?! Liar! Liar!!

His thoughts were cut short, feeling a hand pull his chin back to face the seductive man behind him.

‘Oh… cum inside me~!’

Karaku smirked as he rehearsed Sekido’s desperate screams from their passionate night. He smiled at Sekido’s somehow even redder face, increasing his pace. Sekido knew what that meant and panicked. 

“Hngh!!! It’s too deep! NGH!”

He clutched Karaku’s thigh behind him, attempting to slow him down but it was to no avail.

He felt himself and Karaku nearing their breaking points. Already. Sekido panicked. He wanted to bury himself forever, even accepting it. With a hard gulp, he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

“It’s too much!! God! I-I’m-!”

Karaku smirked, increasing his pace, listening to their skin slapping against each other. Sekido curled his fingers, balling a fist against the mirror.

“Getting close?” He smirked.

“Hah… ah…ah!! Karaku-!” Sekido’s soft moans echoed a little in the small room.

I love when he moans like this. So softly. He’s so sexy. I wanna learn so much about you. I wanna know what else breaks you. I wanna hear you scream without holding back. I want you to enjoy yourself.

“Hurry up and cum already!”

“Why in such a hurry?” Karaku reached around, massaging his inner thigh and then wrapping his fingers around his bouncing member, pressing his finger over the vein at the base. He started stroking him sensually.

“Ah..hah..! Karaku… mmm… s-stop!”

“You like it when I touch you there, don’t you?”

“Ugh!” He gritted his teeth.

“I don’t! Stop! D-don’t move your hand like that! Stop..! I-I’m going to…!” 

“Sure doesn’t sound like you don’t like it.”

Sekido turned his head, whimpering.

“Sekido.” He whispered, halting his quick movements, pressing his thumb along the vein.

He pressed his nose into Sekido’s shoulder, inhaling his scent. He caressed his hands along his abs, hooking his finger on his hip, turning him around and shoving him on the bench.

He was met face to face with Karaku’s dripping member coated in both their fluids. What was Karaku going to do? 

“I don’t want to…”

“Don’t worry. You’re not going to.” He chuckled.

Karaku took a step forward, bending his knees to squat down to Sekido’s waist level. 

What is he..?

Karaku caressed his fingers down Sekido’s soft abs, back down his shaft, encircling his hand at the base of his penis, which was twitching with excitement, demanding attention. Sekido covered his mouth as Karaku pulled his hair out of his face, putting it behind his ears. 

No way-

Karaku opened his mouth, licking the tip, actively producing more thick, sticky saliva, pooling on his tongue.

“Ah!!” 

 He let it fall down Sekido’s cock, dripping down to his balls. It was a lot. 

“So sensitive♡.”

Karaku expanded his throat, as he began taking him in, watching Sekido’s pitiful face grow redder and redder.

“Karaku!!”

Sekido had to hold his breath, his heart hammering in his chest. The sudden warmth and wetness caught him off guard. Karaku’s mouth was incredible. He felt he was going to break any second now. 

Sekido spread his legs further from the sensations, leaning back against the mirror. He instinctively put his hand on the top of Karaku’s head, pulling it forward. It felt… so… so… 

“Oh God Karaku… W-wait-”

… So lewd. So hot. So sexy. He watched as Karaku began bobbing his head up and down with so much skill, so much focus, with one agenda. 

Has he done this before? Holy shit - he’s fucking amazing… he’s such a… 

“I’m gonna…mph!” 

Karaku used his tongue to lick him from his balls up to the tip, flicking it. Sekido eyed the inside of his mouth. Precum and spit already pooling in his mouth. Seeing Karaku like this was ravishing. He felt the need to shove Karaku’s head down. To punish him. He gripped the top of Karaku’s head, pulling his long black hair between his fingers, a vein popping out on his hand, the inner dominance in him slightly taking over. Karaku’s throat hummed, the vibrations making Sekido grunt. His tongue sliding across the veins on Sekido’s pulsing member. 

“Hah.. fuck… fuck!”

Sekido was lost in a whirlwind of sensations. He tilted his head back, his moans increasing each second. Karaku knew what that meant and watched him come undone, still bobbing his head, teasing his tip, then taking him all in again. 

Hm. I wonder if it works for him too.

Karaku took two fingers, and placed them around his shaft, putting a little pressure, and gently stroking the skin. 

“Hmmm…hngh!” Sekido trembled, wrapping his arms around Karaku’s head and gripping his hair.

Karaku got his answer.

The skin around his genitalia was extremely sensitive, stirring his arousal. Karaku lightly brushed his fingers along the skin, stimulating the nerve endings, all while expanding his throat. 

“Wait wait! Don’t do that-!”

“Cum for me, Sekido. Cum in my mouth. Don’t be shy, I want to taste you.”

Sekido hissed. 

“Stop..! Stop..! I’m-” 

Sekido blushed, looking down at Karaku sliding back down on his dick, feeling the warmth of the back of his throat, and the vibrations from Karaku’s laugh. That was it. 

“Karaku-!!!” 

Karaku closed his eyes as he felt his throat completely fill with the hot liquid, along with the throbbing pulse of Sekido. He felt his head be forcefully pushed down to fill him completely, and he heard breathy grunts directly above him, along with hair brushing against his ears. Sekido spread his legs, lifting his feet off the ground and wrapping them around Karaku, socks rubbing against his skin.

He knew he had to act fast, swallowing the hot load, not letting a single drop escape his mouth. Sekido’s hitched breathing as he came only encouraged him more to not disappoint him. Sekido hitched with each hard gulp Karaku made. He watched as Karaku closed his eyes for a moment and opened them to look up at him. He saw a smirk form at the corner of his mouth, with sticky saliva foaming at the corners. 

Sekido just heaved, his chest rapidly expanding.

He really just let Karaku give him a blow job. He let him put his lips around his dick. He came in his mouth and he swallowed it! How pathetic he felt. 

Karaku slowly sucked his way off, his lips making a pop of his cock. Sekido blushed, breathing weakly. Karaku closed his eyes, licking his lips so lewdly. 

“You taste so sweet.”

Sekido was leaning against the wall, relaxing.

“God… just shut up…

 Karaku stood him up to face him, giving him a passionate kiss, lifting him up. Sekido could taste his own slick, and wow. Karaku wasn’t lying. It was sweet. 

“Told you.”

Sekido whined, sliding his tongue against Karaku’s.

“Feel good, hm?”

Sekido blushed, turning away.

Karaku smacked Sekido’s ass, spreading him apart, eliciting a small yelp from Sekido. His dick was still wet from being inside him. Still. Rock. Hard. He grinded their members together, making squelching sounds. 

“Oooh… Sekido…” he moaned, low and hoarse.

Sekido, still being overstimulated by his orgasm, was trembling, not making a sound, gripping Karaku’s bicep. He was looking down, watching their wet cocks rubbing together. He stared at Karaku’s, wet, thick dick and he watched the condom wrinkle upwards, each time Karaku pumped his hand up and down both of them. 

Karaku chuckled in his mind. He enjoyed watching Sekido being so mesmerized. 

“You’re still hard, Sekido. Do I need to make you cum again?”

Sekido’s eyes were cloudy, and he whimpetef softly, making Karaku chuckle. 

“You want me to fuck you?”

Sekido flushed, brushing his fingers across Karaku’s bicep, and gave Karaku a quick glance, only to look away right away, like he was asking for a kiss.

“You’re so fucking cute.”

He lifted Sekido up by his ass, making him jolt. Sekido was forced to wrap his arms and legs around Karaku’s neck and waist so as not to fall backwards. He slid down a bit, perfectly landing on the wet, eager cock below him, and pressing his lips against Sekido’s, immediately sliding his tongue inside his mouth.

Sekido’s brows curved upwards, wrinkling the skin as his mouth was agape. He looked so delicious with that face. It reminded Karaku of Aizetsu, but so much better as Sekido. His beautiful red eyes, his flushed hot cheeks, and dark brownish black hair. And his voice. So deep and sexy, but high pitched when he moans. He sounded like he was ovulating. 

“You want my cock don’t you?”

“Hah! Ah! Raku-chan! Please!” He buried his face in Karaku’s shoulder, masking his moans. Karaku chuckled at the nickname again, kissing Sekido’s warm ear.

“Hm!”

“You’re so sensitive…”

Smack after smack was heard. Luckily, the loud pop music from the speakers masked their sexual sounds in the hall.

“Ah… so tight .” He groaned.

Karaku gave him a look, so full of seduction; of teasing. Sekido couldn’t help but bite his lip, avoiding his gaze. Every time he was told how tight he was, he couldn’t look him in the eye. 

“You’re such a good boy. I suppose I could give you what you want. I hate to have you keep your voice down, but under the circumstances, I don’t blame you.”

Sekido huffed.

“…Karaku… I want-”

“ Pardon me ?”

Sekido's heart dropped and he shut his mouth before he could finish that devious sentence.

He immediately clutched Karaku, halfway on his dick. Karaku let out a soft grunt. He’d completely forgotten the fact he was in a store! In a dressing room! IN PUBLIC!

“Y-yes?” Sekido said hastily. 

“Did you need any adjustments in sizes?”

Karaku smirked at Sekido. Letting his grip weaken, making Sekido’s body slide down his shaft. Sekido gasped softly. He began sliding in and out of him inch by inch at a disgustingly slow pace.

This motherfucker!!!

Sekido tightened his grip on Karaku’s neck, digging his nails into it, trying to tell him to stop. 

“Karak-” Sekido gasped, just above a whisper. He squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth.

“Um- mm..! No thank you, I just- mm! Have a few more suits to try on!” 

Karaku looked deep in Sekido’s enlarged eyes. They were hazy and lazed. Sekido’s steady grunts were only fueling him. Karaku thrusted hard, watching Sekido’s body bounce to his movements. 

“O-okay, sounds good, sir. If you need anything, please let me know!” The woman sounded nervous.

As they heard heels step away and the door to the dressing rooms close, Sekido gasped as Karaku slid out of him.

“K-Karaku! You-“

Before he could finish, Karaku slammed his way back inside, letting out a huffy breath and giving Sekido a toothy smile and slithering his tongue inside Sekido’s gaping mouth. Tasting the thick saliva building up by the moment. 

“Ngh..!”

Karaku slowly pulled his tongue out. 

“Sorry… I couldn’t wait… you feel so amazing inside. Can you blame me?”

“You… bastard… hah!” A short, high pitched moan escaped him.

Sekido reached down, still holding Karaku’s neck with one hand. He reached around his ass, pulling the cheeks apart, opening him up even more. Seeing this, Karaku gave him a sly cheeky smirk, his pace increasing from the easy access. He felt himself slip inside even easier now. 

“You love being fucked like this, don’t you? You like it even more cause we were almost caught. It gives you a rush, doesn’t it?”

Sekido’s moans were different, guttural and low, still holding back. He looked at Karaku with so much rage and gave him a grunt, but Karaku could see past his facade.

“You love my cock don’t you? After last night, you won’t be able to resist me anymore. You crave it now.”

Asshole! Fuck it feels so good..! I’m gonna cum!! again ..!

Sekido grit his teeth as he tilt his head back, feeling his climax nearing by the second.

“Fuckkk… Sekido!”

Karaku reached his limit, pounding Sekido completely full, each load squirting its way through his canal, filling the condom up. Sekido twitched as he felt Karaku’s dick pump load after load of hot semen inside him, even with the condom on. Along with him as well, making a sticky mess on their stomachs, he whined through his orgasm from the overstimulation.

Sekido was trying to catch his breath, smacking his lips as he heaved, barely holding onto Karaku.

“Don’t drop me…”

Karaku furrowed his brows, nuzzling into Sekido’s neck, 

 Karaku used the little bit of strength he had left so Sekido wouldn’t fall, gently putting him down. He only now realized Sekido was crying, both fresh and old tears staining his face. He dripped out as he relaxed. 

Karaku smirked, giving Sekido a peck, his tongue licking Sekido’s bottom lip. He reached around, fingering his hole, and lifted his finger to his mouth. 

Sekido blushed, breathing heavy. 

“You’re shameless…” Sekido huffed.

“You taste so good.” he said, giving Sekido a smack on his butt.

Sekido turned away, completely embarrassed by what they just did. In public. In a dressing room.

“Looks like you made a mess.”

Sekido looked down at the still hot cum on their stomachs. Karaku immediately squatted down, placing his hands on Sekido’s ass, pulling him forward, licking the liquid up, not leaving a single drop behind. 

“K-Karaku! Don’t lick it!”

“I didn’t hear you complaining when you had your dick down my throat?” He smirked.

Sekido bit his lip and looked away, taking the punishment. Karaku’s tongue was so long. So lewd. He traced it down his abs, into his pubic area, cleaning the hair. 

Sekido bent his back, watching his brother swallow up the remnants of his own fluids. How pitiful. 

Karaku finished up, and swiped up the little bit that was on his own stomach, licking it off his hand. 

Karaku closed in on Sekido once again. Sekido trembled, still shaken up by his orgasm. Sekido moaned through the deep kiss, tasting himself through it. 

“Look at you. You recovered well from last night. You’re gonna be sore for awhile now.”

They both got dressed. Sekido was full of shame and embarrassment as he pulled his underwear up. He felt gross, and ashamed at the fact he fully allowed Karaku to take him in the dressing room. He clearly had planned it. He knew how horny he was feeling and he had a condom. 

Well I wouldn’t put it past hired to carry condoms on him at all times…

Karaku left first. 

I’m pathetic. He thought looking in the mirror, covering the old hickeys with his hair. 

Sekido adjusted his hair, running his fingers through it till it looked to his liking, and walked out of the fitting room. He tucked his shirt in his pants, wiping his brow. Karaku had the suits at the counter, talking to the cashier. Sekido took a step, but hesitated. He looked back at the small room.

I just got fucked in a dressing room. 

Sekido turned back, full of shame and walked over, not expecting to even be buying the suits because of the price. He just wanted to hurry up and leave!

He whispered to Karaku. 

“Karaku. What are you doing? Let’s go!”

“What do you mean? I gotta pay for these.”

“What!? We don’t have enough money for even one of these!”

Karaku pouted his lips at Sekido, handing the woman his card. Sekido was confused. It was just going to decline. 

Wasn’t it..?

The card reader dinged, reading a green check mark.

“Thank you sirs! Hope to see you again!” She smiled warmly, handing him the receipt.

Karaku smiled back at her.

Sekido’s eyes widened at the check mark.

What?

“Here you go, sir.”

Sekido flinched, seeing the girl handing the bag to him.

“Ah- what?”

“Your brother said they were for you.”

“Oh um.. thank you.”

My brother. Right.

The woman looked away, a small hint of pink in her cheeks.

Sekido turned, seeing Karaku already waiting for him a ways down the store. He was smiling at him, patiently. 

“Go to the damn car already. You don’t need to wait for me.”

Karaku chuckled as Sekido came up next to him. 

Karaku smiled at him again, not looking away.

“What?”

“She wanted to fuck you. And her.”

“Huh?! What are you-”

Karaku nudged him, signaling with his head to the counter.

“Oh grow up! Is that all you think about?”

Karaku giggled.

He glanced at the woman, who was putting suits on hangers, staring at him. She blushed at him once she noticed him look at her, she put her hands politely in front of her abdomen, bowing as they began to exit. 

“Ah-! Excuse me! S-sir?” She tapped Sekido’s arm nervously. 

Sekido felt his heart pound and a small hint of anger unconsciously surged through the small touch on his arm, but he composed himself to the young girl. He didn’t say anything, but just looked at her.

“Um.. I was wondering if I could possibly- um- sorry… could I get your number?” Her face was cute, flushed red. It seemed like she was a young college student, around 20. Both Karaku and Sekido were 23. 

Sekido felt a flutter in his stomach. Karaku looked at him. Not really with any kind of expression, just stared at him. Sekido turned his head back. In his mind, he was panicking. He was a polite man, but he had his temper. Why was she asking him this? He wanted to leave. He wanted to go home. He’s had enough for the day.

“I’m terribly sorry. I’m already seeing somebody. But thank you. For the kind offer.” Sekido bowed politely, sending his gratitude. Karaku smirked with his back facing Sekido, rejecting the girl. He turned and walked out of the store with Karaku, who smiled at him with a teasing look. 

“What?”

“‘Seeing someone?~’”

“Oh shut up!” Sekido blushed, shoving Karaku’s face with his palm as they walked to the car.

Karaku laughed, running after him.

He seen Sekido open the door. Sekido sat in the passenger seat this time. His brother bent down on the outside of the car to look at Sekido in the seat across from him.

“Oh? Do you want me to drive?” 

Sekido looked upset. Karaku could take a hint and made his way to the other sidesat down in the driver's seat.

“You alright?”

“..Fine.”

He shifted back to his angry demeanor. Karaku turned the key in the ignition, hearing the hum of the vehicle start. 

“…”

“Thank you…”

Karaku turned a little to look at him. He was holding the shopping bag tightly, as if he never wanted to let it go.

“…For the new suits. You didn’t have to get me three, though. They were expensive. How were you even able to afford them?” He blushed, avoiding his gaze.

Karaku smiled and reached over to him, giving him a smooch. Sekido closed his eyes, tilting his head as he melted into the kiss, embracing him by putting his hand on Karaku’s wrist that rested on his cheek. Karaku pulled away and gave him a smile.

“Don’t worry about that. I have money.”

Sekido glanced up. He didn’t say anything.

“I’m not making that much. I just got paid today. That’s how I can afford it. I worked overtime.”

Sekido had his doubts. 

“You could have helped me with this bill, you know. I have barely anything left after paying it. It was practically my entire damn paycheck.”

Karaku blinked, and reached into his pocket, and took Sekido's hand, putting something in his palm, and closing it with the other. He leaned over, kissing Sekido’s knuckle. 

Huh?

Sekido opened his palm, and widened his eyes at the 150,000 yen bundled in a rubber band. What the fuck? What the fuck?

“Will that cover it?”

Sekido looked over at his brother, furrowing his brows, with a look of confusion and anger. He was astonished.

“What is-”

“Look Sekido, do you wanna question it, or do you want me to help?”

Huh?? Of course I want to know what this is?!

Sekido decided to keep his mouth shut, and well. Because he wanted to have a discussion about it later. 

I still feel… hot. I'm fucking tired.

He will find out. 

I will.

“Next time. I want you to be on top.” And with a wink, he pressed on the gas.

How enticing.