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“What do you want?” Zayne narrows his eyes at the sight of his older brother at his hospital, his voice calm yet hostile at the same time.
Sylus gives the other man a teasing smirk as he replies, “oh, nothing in particular.”
He takes a few steps closer to Zayne before he continues, his voice nonchalant. “Just thought I’d pay my only kin a visit, is all.”
Zayne narrows his eyes at his sibling even more as he responds in a cool, slightly annoyed tone, “you never just drop by for a visit.”
He continues typing on his computer, his gaze fixated on the bright screen and adds, “what do you want?”
Sylus chuckles softly, amused by Zayne’s reaction. “Can’t a man simply check up on his baby brother?”
He leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, his tone still nonchalant. “How cold of you to assume I want something.”
Zayne stops typing and looks up at his brother, his eyes locking with Sylus’ for a moment before he resumes typing, his voice dry. “Because you do.”
Zayne lets out a small sigh before he continues, “because you’ve left me all alone here in Linkon City, while you dwell within N109 Zone.”
Sylus raises an eyebrow at the mention of his current residence, his smirk fading slightly. He knows that Zayne is referring to the fact that he lives in a location separated from him by a vast distance.
The older man remains leaning against the wall of his brother’s private office, his arms still crossed over his chest as he replies, “you know I have to be there as the leader of Onichynus.”
Zayne’s hands halt, his eyes fixed on the computer screen for a moment before he looks up at his sibling again.
His expression remains neutral, yet there’s a flicker of something in his eyes — a mixture of hurt and longing.
Zayne lets out another small sigh, his voice low as he says, “And you have a brother here — a family; but you still chose to go and left me all alone.”
Sylus feels a pang of guilt at his brother’s words. He had always wanted to remain close to Zayne, but his responsibilities as the leader of the Onichynus demanded that he stay where he was.
He uncrosses his arms and stands up straight, his tone softer as he replies, “Zayne, you know it wasn’t an easy decision for me. My duties are heavy, and they require my presence in the N109 Zone.”
Sylus takes a step closer to his younger brother.
Zayne’s hand clenches into a fist under the desk as he listens to Sylus’ words. He understood the responsibilities his brother had to shoulder, his own feelings of longing mixing with the rationality that told him Sylus’ duty comes first.
But still, the loneliness that he’d felt over the years he spent apart from him made it hard to let go of the pain that he felt.
Zayne looks up at his brother, his expression a mix of hurt and resignation, and replies quietly, “I know. I’m not as important as Onichynus.”
Sylus’ heart twists at Zayne’s defeated tone. He strides closer to him and stands right next to his office chair, placing a hand on the younger man’s dark locks, his voice gentle.
“You are important to me. You’re my brother, after all.”
He sighs and continues, “but my duties as a leader are also significant. I have many people who depend on me. I have a lot to deal with in the N109 Zone. It’s not like I don’t want to stay closer to you, but my responsibilities—”
Zayne feels his heart skip a beat as Sylus’ hand touches his hair. He closes his eyes, taking in the moment of tenderness from his older brother, and lets out a soft sigh.
He understands the weight of Sylus’ responsibilities, the sacrifices he has to make as the Onichynus’ leader. But the ache in his heart remains unhealed.
Without opening his eyes, Zayne murmurs quietly with a bitter tone, “but your duties are still more important than me. I get it.”
The pang of guilt that washes over Sylus is undeniable as he hears the bitter truth in Zayne’s words.
He gently grasps his brother’s chin, tilting it slightly so the black-haired man is forced to look at him.
Sylus meets Zayne’s gaze, his voice full of an underlying intensity as he replies with a firm tone, “nothing is more important to me than you.”
The sincerity in Sylus’ voice and eyes makes Zayne’s breath catch in his throat.
For a moment, he forgets all about his hurt and resentment and feels only the warmth of his older brother’s affection.
But then the reality of their situation slowly comes back to him, and he realises that words alone won’t change the distance that exists between them.
Zayne slowly moves his head away from Sylus’ hand, his voice quiet. “Lies,” he murmurs under his breath. “You’ve never once shown that you cared.”
Sylus’ heart clenches at Zayne’s words. The pain in his brother’s tone hits him like a wave, and he feels something akin to hurt and anger well up within him.
Sylus grabs Zayne’s shoulder, forcing the younger man to look back at him, and stares at him intensely, his own tone low and firm, sounding even deeper than his already rich, velvety voice.
“You really think I didn’t care? That I didn’t miss you?”
Sylus’ grip on Zayne’s shoulder tightens slightly, the frustration and hurt in his own voice becoming even more evident as he continues to speak.
“Do you know how often I thought about you? How many sleepless nights I spent thinking about how you were doing? How many times I wanted nothing more than to be by your side, despite my duties as a leader?”
Zayne’s expression visibly pales as he listens to his older brother. He sees the pain and vulnerability in Sylus’ eyes and realises that the older man’s own feelings are just as complex and tangled.
But his own heart still hurts and bleeds from the years of loneliness, and the feeling of abandonment refuses to disappear.
Zayne’s voice wavers slightly as he says quietly, “then prove it. Prove that you missed me. Prove that you care.”
The challenge in Zayne’s words makes Sylus’ jaw clench, his emotions raging inside of him.
He stares at his brother for a few moments, his hand still gripping Zayne’s shoulder, as if he’s trying to decide how to prove himself. After a brief moment of contemplation, he suddenly moves, closing the distance between them.
In one swift motion, Sylus pulls Zayne out of his chair and against his chest, wrapping his arms around the younger man in a tight embrace.
Zayne’s breath hitches as he feels the older man’s arms wrapping tightly around him.
The unexpected display of affection from Sylus leaves him stunned for a brief moment, and he finds himself speechless and frozen in place.
But then a wave of emotions washes over him — a mixture of surprise, confusion, and a hint of relief. The ache in his heart lessens slightly, replaced by a feeling of unexpected comfort.
Zayne slowly relaxes in Sylus’ embrace, his own arms slowly wrapping around his older brother.
His heartbeat quickens as he feels the warmth and strength of the white-haired man, the proximity between them making him keenly aware of everything that's happening.
For a moment, Zayne forgets; forgets all about the pain, forgets the loneliness he’s been feeling for years… and focuses only on the feeling of being held by his brother.
Sylus holds his younger brother tightly against his chest, feeling the change in Zayne’s demeanour as the hazel-eyed man relaxes into the embrace.
His own heart pounds as he feels Zayne’s arms wrapping around him in return, the feeling of the younger man’s lean yet muscular frame pressed against him making his heart skip a beat.
Sylus buries his face in Zayne’s neck, inhaling his scent and letting out a shaky exhale as he murmurs in a soft tone, “I missed you so much.”
Zayne’s breath hitches again as he feels Sylus’ breath on his neck, the older man’s warm voice and words sending a shiver down his spine.
The doctor tucks his head into the crook of Sylus’ shoulder, his arms tightening around him. He can feel every beat of his brother’s heart against his chest, the steady rhythm matching his own racing heart.
His voice is quiet, almost a whisper, and his words tremble with a hint of vulnerability, “I missed you too, brother.”
Sylus holds Zayne even closer, his grip on the younger man firm yet gentle at the same time, as if he never wants to let him go.
The white-haired man buries his nose into the dark locks of his brother’s hair, his heart swelling with a mix of emotions.
His voice is low and intense as he replies in a gentle tone, “you don’t know how much I want to kiss you.”
A rush of heat washes over Zayne at his brother’s words, his breath catching in his throat and his heart rate quickening.
He lifts his head slightly, just enough to meet Sylus’ gaze with his own. The doctor’s hazel eyes are wide, his lips parted slightly in shock and something else.
Before he can even think, Zayne murmurs softly in reply, “then do it.”
Sylus feels his heart skip a beat at the sound of Zayne’s words. The younger man’s response catches him off guard, but it just fuels the fire within him.
His grip tightens around his brother, his body pressing even closer against Zayne, and his voice is low and husky as he replies, “kiss you?”
Sylus slowly moves his head closer, his breath hot on the doctor’s skin as he continues, “but we’re brothers.”
Zayne inhales sharply as he feels Sylus’ warm breath on his skin, the older man’s words sending a shiver down his spine.
He closes his eyes halfway, a mix of emotions swirling within him — desire, hesitance, and a hint of excitement.
His voice is quieter than usual, almost a whisper, as he responds in a hoarse yet calm tone, “and yet you just admitted you wanted to do it.”
A low growl escapes Sylus’ throat at Zayne’s words. The younger man’s response is like a spark igniting a wildfire, and his control starts to slip further and further away.
Sylus grabs Zayne’s chin, tilting his head up and forcing the doctor to look directly at him. The white-haired man’s crimson eyes are dilated, the pupils darkened with obvious desire.
He murmurs in a low yet intense tone, his voice rougher than usual. “Yeah. But I never expected you’d agree.”
Zayne swallows hard, the intensity in Sylus’ gaze making his heart beat faster. The older man’s words and actions are slowly wearing on his self-control, the doctor’s own desire starting to take over.
He leans into Sylus’ touch, his body practically on fire with need.
Zayne’s voice is barely audible as he murmurs in response, “maybe I’ve wanted it, too.”
Sylus’ breath catches at Zayne’s confession, his heart racing at the unexpected revelation. His grip on the younger man’s chin remains firm, but not to the point of pain.
The white-haired man’s eyes never leave Zayne’s, studying every reaction carefully, every little micro-expression that flits across the other’s face.
Sylus’ voice is a low, raspy growl, filled with a hint of possessiveness as he asks, “how long?”
Zayne’s mind reels at the possessive undertone in Sylus’ voice, the intense and powerful feeling of being wanted, of being desired by his own older brother.
He feels his breath coming out in short, shaky bursts, his heart beating so wildly that it feels like it’s going to break out of his chest.
Zayne slowly wets his lips, his voice a little breathy as he answers in a quiet whisper, “years.”
Sylus is rendered speechless for a brief moment as he hears Zayne’s answer, the younger man’s admission hitting him like a shockwave.
Years.
His heart clenches at the thought of how long Zayne has longed for him; how long they’ve both repressed their desires for each other.
Sylus pulls Zayne even closer, his arms wrapping tightly around the doctor’s lean yet strong frame as he asks in a gruff tone, “why didn’t you tell me?”
Zayne’s head spins as he’s pulled even closer to Sylus, the older man’s arms encircling him like a vice.
His mind is a chaotic mess of thoughts and emotions, his senses hyper-aware of everything about his brother, from the heat of his body to the scent of his skin to the sound of his low voice.
Zayne takes a shuddering breath, his own voice slightly shaky when he replies in a quiet, breathless tone. “I didn’t know if you wanted it, too.”
A rush of something like a mix of possessiveness and tenderness washes over Sylus as he listens to Zayne’s words.
The thought of his brother keeping his feelings secret, unsure if the desire was mutual, fills him with a sudden wave of protectiveness.
He tightens his grip on Zayne even more, his arms holding the doctor against him like a lifeline.
Sylus murmurs in a deep, rough voice, his tone filled with conviction, “I’ve always wanted you, Zayne. Always.”
Zayne feels his breath hitch at the possessive yet tender tone in Sylus’ voice, his heart squeezing tightly in his chest.
The doctor’s own feelings of desire, suppressed for years, come roaring back like a flood, his need for his brother so intense that it’s almost overwhelming.
He sinks further into the older man’s arms, his body moulding against Sylus’ as he lets out a soft sigh.
“Then take me,” he whispers in a voice filled with both want and surrender. “Right here, right now.”
Sylus’ heart stutters at Zayne’s words, the younger man’s submission sparking something deep within him.
His arms tighten even more around his brother in a possessive but gentle grip, fingers digging into the younger man’s flesh as Sylus loses more and more control.
He slowly lowers his head until his lips brush against Zayne’s ear, his breath hot and heavy-sounding as he growls quietly.
“Right here, in your office where anyone can come in?” Sylus begins.
“This is a hospital, you know. Nurses and patients would be able to find out that the illustrious Dr Zayne is involved with his own brother.”
Zayne shivers as he feels Sylus’ breath on his ear, his body trembling at the possessive grip his brother has on him.
His rational mind is still faintly reminding him that they are in his office in a busy hospital, that they’re risking exposure by doing what they’re about to do.
But the need he feels for Sylus, the desire that has built up for so long, quickly silences the logical part of his brain.
The doctor turns his head slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll lock the door.”
Sylus lets out a low laugh at Zayne’s response, his heart thrumming with a mix of desire and anticipation. The white-haired man’s hands slowly travel down the younger man’s body, tracing a path over his sides.
He can feel the heat and need radiating off of Zayne, the doctor’s obvious arousal further fueling his own.
Sylus murmurs in a low, hoarse voice, “I want our first time to be in your room… in our house.”
Zayne barely muffles a soft moan as he feels Sylus’ hands travelling over his body, the feeling sending a shiver of desire through him.
His mind is clouded, overwhelmed with the intensity of his feelings and the need to be closer to his brother, but the rational part of his brain is still faintly reminding him of the risky nature of what they’re doing.
Zayne’s breath hitches as he listens to Sylus’ words, his voice breathless and a little desperate. “But I need you now.”
Sylus can barely hold back a growl at the sound of Zayne’s laboured breathing and the desperate edge in the doctor’s voice.
The white-haired man closes his eyes for a moment, trying to gather the last shreds of his self-control. But with Zayne pressed against him, his body warm and pliant in his arms, it’s nearly impossible.
Sylus grits his teeth before responding in a low, rough voice. “Here? Right now?”
Zayne nods vigorously in response, his body burning with need and impatience. The mere thought of waiting any longer is almost too much to bear, the need for his brother so intense that it overrides any lingering sense of caution.
He looks up at Sylus, his hazel eyes darkened with desire, and presses himself tighter against the older man as he responds in a pleading tone, “yeah — please. I’ll lock the door now.”
Sylus lets out a low, guttural sound as he feels Zayne pressing himself against him, his own desire flaring fiercely. The older man can already imagine the tight heat of being buried deep within his brother, but he manages to restrain himself for a moment longer.
He runs his hands through Zayne’s dark hair, his fingers tangling in the locks, as he murmurs in a low, rough voice, “alright… go. Lock it. Now.”
Zayne nods breathlessly, his heart racing with excitement and desire. He swallows hard, his throat suddenly feeling dry, and slowly extricates himself from Sylus’ embrace.
The doctor makes his way to the door, his steps a little wobbly and uncoordinated due to the mix of emotions coursing through him.
He closes the door, locking it with a soft click, and turns back towards the older man. His voice is low and hoarse as he says, “it’s locked.”
At the sound, Sylus’ patience finally snaps.
He quickly closes the distance between them in three long strides, his eyes fixed on Zayne as he murmurs in a low and intense voice.
“Come here.”
Zayne’s heartbeat quickens as he sees the intense look in Sylus’ eyes and hears the low command in his voice. His body reacts instinctively, moving before he can even think.
The doctor takes a few shaky steps towards the crimson-eyed man, a mix of desire, anticipation, and excitement coursing through him.
As he stands in front of Sylus, Zayne swallows hard, his voice slightly shaky as he murmurs back, “I’m here.”
As soon as Zayne is within arm’s reach, Sylus closes the distance between them in a blink of an eye.
The older sibling’s arms wrap around the doctor’s lean yet muscular body, pulling him tight against his own, and he doesn’t hesitate even for a second before claiming Zayne’s lips in a searing, possessive kiss.
The moment Sylus’ lips meet his, Zayne’s mind nearly goes blank as a wave of pleasure washes over him. The doctor lets out a soft moan, his body going pliant in the older man’s arms.
He melts into the kiss, his own arms coming up and wrapping around Sylus’ neck, pulling him even closer in a desperate attempt to get closer to his brother.
Sylus deepens the kiss, his tongue delving past the younger man’s lips and meeting Zayne’s own tongue in a hot, wet tangle. He groans into the kiss, the feeling of Zayne’s body pressed against his own sending a surge of heat through him.
The white-haired man’s hands travel down Zayne’s body, mapping out every inch of skin as he takes off the doctor’s white coat, murmuring against his lips.
“I’ve wanted this for so long. You?”
Zayne gasps as they kiss, Sylus’ tongue invading his mouth and claiming him in a possessive way that makes his head spin. The doctor clings desperately to the older sibling, returning the kiss with the same intensity and need.
He moans softly as he feels Sylus’ hands on his body, his mind buzzing with a mix of desire and pleasure. But even in the haze of arousal, he manages to register the older man’s question.
Zayne breaks the kiss for a moment, his voice a breathless gasp. “Years… years, I’ve wanted this.”
Sylus groans at the doctor’s words, the admission only further fueling his own desire. His hands keep roaming over Zayne’s body, his touch growing more urgent with every passing second.
He starts leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down the younger man’s neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin before soothing the sting with his tongue. Sylus murmurs against Zayne’s skin, his voice low and rough.
“God, I want to mark you up. Claim you. Make it clear you’re mine. So that everyone knows Dr Zayne is taken.”
Zayne shudders as he feels Sylus’ lips and teeth against his skin, the pleasure and feeling of possessiveness causing his knees to nearly buckle.
His brother’s kisses and words have him on fire, his body practically thrumming with desire and need.
The younger man gasps and tilts his head to the side, baring his neck further in a silent offer, his voice a shaky, breathless whisper.
“Do it. Please. Claim me. I want to be yours, brother.”
Sylus’ control is nearly at its breaking point — the sight of Zayne so willing, so submissive, is driving him crazy with need.
At his younger brother’s words, the older male’s hands tighten their grip on Zayne, almost to the point of bruising, and his lips find the doctor’s neck again, mouthing over the flesh with a mixture of possessiveness and yearning.
He sucks hard on a spot right above Zayne’s collarbone, determined to leave a mark that will last.
Zayne lets out a low moan at the feeling of Sylus’ teeth and lips on his neck, a shudder running down his spine.
The dark-haired man’s body goes practically boneless, and he would have collapsed onto the floor had it not been for the older man’s firm grip holding him up.
He tilts his head back, baring more of his neck in a silent begging.
“Please,” Zayne breathed out, his voice a combination of both want and surrender. “Just take me now. Please, brother.”
At Zayne’s pleas, something almost feral takes hold of Sylus. The sound of his brother, his baby brother, begging so beautifully has his mind spinning with desire and possessiveness.
He pushes the doctor backwards until Zayne’s back makes contact with the desk, trapping him between the hard edge of the furniture and the warm, solid mass of his older brother.
Sylus’ voice is a growl as he speaks, his breath hot against the doctor’s skin. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you right here, on your desk?”
Zayne’s back hits the desk as Sylus pushes him backwards, pinning him between the furniture and the older male’s hard, muscled body. The feeling of being trapped, held in place by his brother, only fuels the fire of desire and need within him.
The younger man lets out a soft gasp, the sound slightly choked at the intensity of his own emotions. He looks up at Sylus, his hazel eyes hazy with desire and want.
Zayne’s voice is a breathless whisper. “Yes. Please, just… take me. Show me I’m yours.”
The sound of Zayne’s voice, so soft and pleading, drives Sylus even crazier.
The white-haired man lets out a low, guttural sound, the possessive heat within him almost feral.
His hands travel over Zayne’s body, roughly pulling the belt buckle off, and he groans while looking at his brother. “You are mine. All mine.”
He pulls Zayne’s body even closer, his own hard and muscular frame pressing against the younger man’s.
Zayne’s mind is a chaotic whirl of desire and need, his body trembling and his breath coming in laboured gasps.
Zayne can barely form coherent thoughts, his mind consumed by the overwhelming need to be closer to his brother.
He reaches up, tangling his fingers in Sylus’ hair, pulling him down for a desperate and heated kiss as the other man unfastens his belt and his trousers.
Sylus responds to the kiss with a raw, feral hunger, his tongue pushing into Zayne’s mouth in a way that feels almost claiming.
His hands roughly push the doctor’s slacks and boxers down to his ankles, his fingers almost digging into the soft skin. Sylus breaks the kiss, breathing heavily, and murmurs in a thick and guttural tone.
“Turn around. Now.”
Zayne responds to his brother’s command instantly, moving to turn his body around.
The younger man braces himself against the desk, his hands gripping the edge of the hard surface as he presents himself for Sylus from behind, his voice a breathless whisper.
“Like this?”
A low moan escapes the older male at the sight of Zayne leaning against the desk, so pliant and submissive.
Sylus stands behind him, the heat of his body like a wall of fire against the doctor’s back. His hands roam over the younger man’s lean yet muscular frame, his touch both rough and possessive.
“Yeah, like that. Need to prep you first, baby brother — do you have anything?”
Zayne tries to force himself to think straight, pushing past the haze of desire and need.
He manages to gather enough presence of mind to rummage in his desk before pointing toward the drawers where he keeps his medical supplies.
“There. In the second one, there’s a bottle of lube.”
Sylus notices the doctor’s struggle to focus through the fog of need and desire, and he finds it oddly endearing.
The white-haired male leans forward, his body towering over Zayne’s as he murmurs in a rough voice. “Good boy.”
Sylus reaches over, opening the drawer and taking out the bottle of lube before closing it back.
He opens the bottle, pouring some of the liquid onto his fingers and starts warming it up.
“This is gonna be a little cold, Zayne.”
Zayne shivers when he feels the cool, slick liquid against his skin, his body tensing momentarily at the unexpected chill.
But the brief discomfort is quickly overwritten by the sensation of his brother’s touch, the feeling of those strong, calloused fingers against his puckered muscles.
The older man’s breath hitches at the sight of Zayne’s body, so sensitive and reactive to his touch. He slowly circles his finger around the younger man’s entrance before gently pushing it inside.
Sylus keeps his voice low as he growls in a thick, guttural tone. “God, you’re tight. So perfect.”
Zayne lets out a soft hiss at the feeling of Sylus’ finger thrusting into him, his body clamping around the digit as he tries to adjust to the intrusion.
He bites his lip, the sensation a combination of pleasure and a slight sting, and the dark-haired man lets out a shaky moan, his voice quivering.
“Please… more. I need more, brother.”
A low growl escapes from Sylus at the sound of Zayne’s needy moan, the older male’s desire flaring up in an almost primal way.
He slowly starts to move his finger, pumping it in and out of the doctor’s body, his other hand gripping the younger male’s hip in a hard grip.
“Yeah? You want more, baby brother? Want me to give you everything you need?”
Zayne nods desperately, his breaths coming out in laboured pants, and he pushes back against his brother’s hand.
The feeling of that single finger inside him is both pleasure and not enough, his body begging for more.
“Please… yes. I need you. Don’t want just one finger. Give me more. Everything.”
Sylus’ response to Zayne’s pleading words is a low and feral growl.
He carefully withdraws his finger, taking a moment to pour some more lube onto his hands before pressing back, this time with two fingers.
The older male’s other hand travels over the doctor’s spine, his touch firm and possessive.
“You’re so needy, Zayne. So perfect for me. Just want your older brother to fill you up, huh?”
Zayne can’t help but moan loudly and arch his back into Sylus’ touch, his body begging for more.
The stinging stretch of two fingers inside him is both sweet and torturous, and he feels like he’s going to go crazy if he doesn’t get more soon.
“Yes— please, just… more. Three fingers should be enough, and then just take me.”
Sylus’ control is hanging on by a thread, but he can’t help the slight smirk that tugs at his lips at the younger sibling’s words.
He lets out a low chuckle, his voice a low and rough whisper, “three fingers, huh?”
Slowly, he pushes another finger in, all while curling the other two already inside, hitting the younger man’s prostate.
Zayne lets out a ragged moan, his body clenching around the addition of the third finger and the other fingers rubbing his most sensitive spot, the feeling of being stretched both intense and satisfying.
But the dark-haired man’s need is still burning furiously, and he pushes back against his brother, desperate to feel more.
“Brother… please— I’m ready. Want you inside me. Now. Please.”
Sylus can feel the last threads of his control unraveling, the sound of Zayne’s desperate moans and pleas driving him over the edge.
The older man growls, the sound deep and possessive, and slowly pulls out his digits before unbuckling his belt and pulls down the zipper of his trousers.
Zayne lets out a shaky sigh when he feels the fingers leave his body, the empty ache sending a pang of desperate need through him.
He can hear the sound of Sylus’ movement behind him, and the younger sibling glances back over his shoulder, his eyes taking in the state of his older brother.
His breathing hitches at the sight of the white-haired male, his eyes dark with desire, pants pulled down just enough to free the man’s throbbing erection.
Sylus’ own breath hitches at the sight of Zayne’s hungry and needy look, the expression sending a surge of heat right to his groin.
He closes the distance between them again, pressing his chest against Zayne’s back, and his hands find the younger man’s hips, gripping them tightly.
His voice comes out in a low, rough whisper in the younger sibling’s ear.
“Turn around. I wanna see your face when I fuck you, Zayne.”
Zayne lets out a soft gasp and nods his head. Slowly, he twists his body around, his eyes locking with his brother’s, hazel meeting red.
Sylus’ gaze darkens further at the sight. The need to possess, to claim his baby brother burning as hot and bright as the sun.
The white-haired male lifts Zayne’s legs up, wrapping them around his waist, and he brings their bodies flush against each other, chest to chest.
With one hand, he reaches down and grips his length, guiding the tip to Zayne’s aching and stretched entrance.
“Ready?”
Zayne nods quickly, wrapping one arm around Sylus’ shoulders to anchor himself.
The need to become one with his own brother drives him insane, and he desperately clings to the older sibling.
He feels the pressure of Sylus’ hard, leaking tip against his hole, and the younger man moans, his voice breathless and raw.
“Yes, please.”
Sylus’ grip on the doctor’s waist is so strong it’ll probably leave a mark later, his fingers digging into the lean muscles hard enough to bruise.
The white-haired male leans forward, capturing the shorter man’s mouth in a heated kiss, his tongue delving deep and claiming everything it touches, his cock slowly, steadily, pressing into the tight heat of his younger brother’s ass.
Zayne lets out a low moan into the kiss, his body opening up to his brother’s slow, relentless invasion.
The mixture of pleasure and pain, the feeling of being filled so completely by Sylus — it’s so intense that Zayne feels like he’s going to lose his mind.
He returns the kiss without any thought for anything else, needing to feel as much of his older sibling’s length as possible.
Sylus breaks the kiss, his breathing coming out in low, ragged pants, and he rests his forehead against Zayne’s.
The white-haired male’s voice comes out in a low, rough whisper, “fuck… you’re so tight. Feels so good around me. I can’t—”
He lets out a shuddering moan, his hips moving slightly, a shallow thrust. He buries his face in the crook of Zayne’s neck, lips and teeth finding sensitive skin again.
Zayne shudders as he feels Sylus’ movements, letting out a low, needy moan, his body clamping down even tighter around his brother.
The feel of the crimson-eyed man’s mouth at his neck, teeth marking him up, only adds fuel to the already burning fire.
He clings to his brother, arms and legs holding tight, the younger male’s voice little more than a ragged gasp, “harder. Please, brother. More.”
Sylus lets out a low, guttural grow at the sound of Zayne’s voice, his already thin thread of control all but snaps.
He lifts his face from the younger man’s neck, and his pace becomes more firm and sure, his hips snapping forward almost roughly.
The man keeps his voice low and rough, his hands gripping the doctor’s hips almost to the point of bruising.
“Yeah. You want me to go harder, baby brother? Want me to give you everything you need?”
Zayne’s voice comes out in ragged gasps as his brother picks up the pace, the sharp pleasure of being filled by his manhood so completely taking over his mind.
He can feel every inch of Sylus, every twitch and movement of the hard cock pushing in and out, and it’s driving him insane.
Zayne clings onto his older sibling, his voice little more than a breathless whine, “yes, please, harder. I need— oh god… more. Brother, please.”
Sylus can feel his release building at the base of his spine, the feeling and heat becoming too much.
The white-haired male leans forward, trapping Zayne between his own body and the desk, and his pace starts becoming harder and faster, his hips snapping against the younger sibling as he continues fucking him.
“God, you’re so perfect, Zayne. My baby brother. Going to fill you up.”
Zayne moans louder with every thrust, his body shaking with pleasure.
He can feel his own release pooling in his stomach, his whole body tensing up, and he clenches down hard, milking his brother’s cock that’s currently pistoning in and out of his ass and hitting his prostate relentlessly.
The younger man can barely speak, his words little more than a broken gasp, “please. I’m so close, brother. Please, just… inside— come inside me.”
Sylus’ only response is a low, guttural moan as he feels Zayne clamping down around him, the feeling driving him insane.
He slams his hips once more, hard and deep, before burying his face in the younger male’s neck, and his hips go still. The white-haired male lets out a rough gasp, feeling his cum spraying inside his brother, painting the walls with his seeds.
“God, Zayne— Zayne…”
Zayne’s mind goes completely blank as he feels his older brother bury himself balls deep; the hot, sticky release inside him finally pushing him over the edge.
He shudders, clinging onto Sylus, and he lets out a low, drawn-out moan as his own climax ripples through his body in strong waves.
For a few moments, the dark-haired man goes completely boneless against his brother, head resting on Sylus’ shoulder.
Sylus can feel Zayne’s body shiver and quiver through his climax, the feel of the younger sibling’s walls clenching around his spent cock driving him out of his mind.
The white-haired male lets out a shuddering breath, staying still to try and get his own breathing under control.
He wraps his arms around the black-haired man, holding him tightly against his chest, and his voice comes out low and rough. “You okay, Zayne?”
Zayne can only let out a tired hum in response, his body still limp and sated.
He buries his face further into the crook of the older man’s neck, feeling completely spent in the best way possible.
The doctor lets out a low sigh, his voice mumbled and somewhat slurred by the exhaustion.
“I’m okay, brother. Just… tired and satisfied. You wore me out. Somehow this is more tiring than a sixteen-hour shift.”
Sylus lets out a soft chuckle at the sound of Zayne’s response, the low and rough laughter reverberating through his chest.
He lifts the younger sibling up, bringing Zayne over to the long leather sofa in the room, before sitting down with the dark-haired man in his lap.
The white-haired male starts running a hand through Zayne’s hair, his touch gentle and oddly tender.
“Let’s catch our breath. I’ll help you clean up, and then I’ll take you home. Alright?”
Zayne snuggles into his brother’s chest and nods.
He can feel the come starting to leak out from him, and the young man lets out a sigh mixed with both pleasure and discomfort.
“Yeah, sounds good. I feel gross.”
Sylus lets out another low chuckle at the younger man’s response. He runs his hand over Zayne’s hip in a gentle and soothing motion.
“I’ll take care of it, baby brother. Just relax.”
The white-haired male reaches over to grab a pack of tissues on the desk and starts cleaning any evidence of their previous activities.
Zayne lets out a soft sigh as he’s tended to, the gentle touch of his sibling making him feel almost boneless.
The feeling of his brother cleaning him up helps ease the uncomfortable feeling of semen leaking out of him.
He buries his head further into the crook of the older man’s shoulder and lets out a content hum. “You’ll stay with me at home later, right? For the night?”
Sylus finishes cleaning up the messy residue and pulls the zipper and buckle of both their pants back up.
He lets out a low chuckle at Zayne’s question, the white-haired male’s voice fond and tender.
“You think I’d be anywhere else? Of course I’m staying, you brat.”
Zayne lets out a quiet huff, lightly swatting his brother’s chest but not lifting his head from the comfort of the older man’s shoulder.
The dark-haired man can feel himself getting drowsier, the exhaustion of the day — not solely because of their previous activities — starting to take over.
Despite that, he forces his mind to stay alert enough. “Thought you’d just go straight back to N109 Zone.”
Sylus’ gaze softens at Zayne’s comment, his arms wrapping around the younger man in a gentle yet firm embrace.
He sighs, his voice soft and tender, “you’re such a brat, Zayne. Do you really think I’d just leave you all alone again after what just happened?”
Zayne lets out a soft grumble, his words still mumbled by the exhaustion.
“Not a brat. Only being logical. You’re the leader of Onichynus, after all. Responsibilities and all that — like you said earlier.”
Sylus lets out a huff, the sound almost resembling a reluctant growl.
He tightens his embrace around his baby brother, holding the younger man against his chest harder, as if trying to keep him prisoner with his arms.
“Yeah, I do have responsibilities as the leader of Onichynus. But they’re not more important than you. Nothing’s more important than you, Zayne.”
Zayne can feel his chest warm up at his brother’s words.
He lets out a soft hum, burrowing further into the older man’s embrace and pressing his head further into the crook between Sylus’ neck and shoulder.
“You’d just leave me alone again after tomorrow.”
Sylus lets out a low, rough sound, almost resembling a growl once more.
He lifts one hand up and grabs Zayne’s chin, forcing the younger sibling to tilt his head up and look at him.
The man’s red gaze is sharp and intense, his voice low and rough, and there’s a hint of possessiveness in his words. “I’m not going anywhere, Zayne. I’ll move back in with you. I’ll stay for good.”
Something in Zayne’s chest tightens up at Sylus’ declaration, hope warring with the fear of it all being a lie.
He almost doesn’t dare to believe his older brother’s words.
The dark-haired male swallows before speaking again, his voice quiet and hesitant. “And what if you were to change your mind?”
Sylus’ expression softens at Zayne’s response, both touched by the hope and saddened by the hesitation.
He lets out a sigh and gently pulls the younger sibling closer to his chest, his hold gentle and almost tender.
“I won’t. I promise you, baby brother. I’m a stubborn bastard, but I don’t go back on my word. You’re stuck with me now. For good.”
Zayne can feel his eyes sting and burn at the older man’s words, his chest tight and warm at the same time.
He buries his head into Sylus’ shoulder again, desperately trying to hide his face. “You better mean it. Or I’ll freeze you with my Evol.”
The threat from young man on his chest makes Sylus lets out a low chuckle, the sound almost fond in its gruffness.
He lifts a hand up, his fingers threading through the younger sibling’s hair gently.
“I do mean it, Zayne. I’ll only go to N109 Zone when there's a matter to attend to, and I’ll get straight back to Linkon City. I’ll always get back home to you from now on.”
Zayne hums with an unconvinced tone. Despite his better judgment, or perhaps because of it, his heart wants to believe Sylus’ words.
He closes his eyes and nuzzles further into the crook of his brother’s neck, suddenly feeling too tired and drowsy to retort anymore.
“Alright. Take me home now. My car is in the basement.”
Sylus’ chuckle turns into a soft laugh at Zayne’s tone, the older sibling seeing right through the doctor’s stubborn facade.
He nods, his arms slowly untangling from the younger man’s body.
“Go on, then. Stand up. Can’t have the nurses and patients see the genius Dr Zayne being carried by his big brother.”
Zayne lets out an exaggerated huff at the older man’s jab, almost sounding like a petulant child.
The dark-haired male moves to shakily stand, his body a bit weak from their previous activities.
He grumbles, “I’m perfectly capable of walking. I’m just tired because of you.”
Sylus can’t help the smirk that forms at the younger man’s response, his expression both fond and amused.
The white-haired male rises from the sofa and moves to snake an arm around Zayne’s waist, his grip solid and firm.
He leans in to press a soft kiss to Zayne’s temple before replying, “Yes, I know you are. But you know I like spoiling my baby brother.”
Zayne scoffs at the older man’s reply, a light flush dusting his cheeks. He’s unable to hide the hint of a pleased smile, though.
The dark-haired man begrudgingly leans closer to press himself against Sylus’ side, his movements tired and somewhat sluggish.
“You didn’t bring your motorcycle?”
Sylus huffs a soft laugh at the younger male’s question, the sound almost affectionate.
He tightens his grip around Zayne’s waist as he walks in the direction of the elevator, the older man’s long stride easily adjusted to match the other man’s slower gait.
“I did. But there’s no way you’re sitting on that right now, considering what we did earlier. I’ll fetch it tomorrow morning.”
Zayne silently agrees with the older man’s words. Sitting on a motorcycle while still somewhat sore after their previous activities is definitely not on the cards for him. His body won’t tolerate it.
“Fair enough, I guess. And I suppose you’re not gonna let me drive my car either?”
Sylus stops the walk momentarily by the elevator and presses the elevator button before replying, his voice rough and deep.
“You’re kidding, right? There’s no goddamn way you’d be driving in your current state. You’re too tired and sated, and you still have a hint of flush in your cheeks. No driving for you, baby brother.”
Zayne sighs, his expression a mixture of mock annoyance and genuine exhaustion.
He can’t deny the facts. He’d probably end up crashing his car with how tired and spent he is right now, and it’s a miracle he’s even able to stand by himself right now.
The younger man burrows himself further against his brother’s side, mumbling. “Guess you’re driving then.”
Sylus chuckles at the younger sibling’s disgruntled response, the sound deep and rough.
He pulls Zayne closer as they step into the elevator that has arrived, and the white-haired male presses the button for the basement parking.
“Yeah, I’m driving,” he replies, a smirk on his face. “And then, we’re going straight to bed. You’ll be asleep soon enough.”
Zayne can feel his heart flutter a bit at the thought of going to bed with his brother — being able yo sleep together in the same bed and then waking up in each other’s arms.
He sighs and huddles tighter against Sylus as the elevator starts moving, a content hum leaving his lips. “Kiss me?”
Sylus glances down at Zayne, his expression going noticeably soft.
He lifts his free hand up and gently grabs the younger man’s chin, lifting the dark-haired male’s head to look at him.
“You’re so demanding, you know.”
The older sibling’s tone is fond and warm, though, and there’s a hint of a smile on his lips.
Sylus leans in and captures Zayne’s mouth in a gentle, tender kiss.
Zayne feels himself melt into the kiss, every bit of his body leaning more and more against his sibling’s.
He sighs softly into the kiss and presses himself closer, his arms wrapping around Sylus’ torso.
The younger man pulls back after a few more soft moments, his voice coming out low and needy.
“Again. Please?”
Sylus can’t resist the plea in the younger man’s voice, the sound soft and desperate, and his heart flutters at the sound.
He chuckles and obliges, one hand coming to rest on Zayne’s hip and pulling the younger sibling closer.
“So demanding. So spoiled,” he murmurs, his voice gently teasing, before leaning in and capturing the doctor’s mouth once more in another kiss.
Zayne lets out a low gasp as his body is pressed against his brother’s, a spark of heat travelling down his spine at the firm grip on his hip.
The younger man returns the kiss with urgency, his hand coming up to grab a fistful of white hair and pull himself closer.
He groans into the kiss, his tongue darting out to gently lick the older sibling’s lower lip.
Sylus hums against the younger male’s mouth, the sound almost sounding like a growl, and his grip on Zayne’s hip tightens slightly.
The white-haired male parts his lips to deepen the kiss, his tongue meeting the younger sibling’s briefly before reluctantly pulling away.
“Later. People could see us.”
Zayne lets out a dissatisfied whine at the loss of contact, a petulant little frown forming on his face.
He knows it’s logical to stop, of course — they are in a public place after all, and they need to keep up his reputation as the chief of surgery at the Akso Hospital.
“Fine.”