It was a dark and quiet night, the two brothers relaxing after work, watching a movie in bed. Gaara was laying shirtless on his stomach, hands supporting his head, trying to pay attention to the dialogue. His brother laid back on his pillow, wrapped under a blanket. It failed to capture the attention of either of them, Gaara's eyes darting around the room, Kankuro in a sleepy haze after having spent hours upgrading Sanshuou's defenses.
"This movie is boring," Gaara complained.
"Yeah... let's see what else is on." Kankuro took the remote and lazily flipped through the channels. It was late, and nothing of note was on, a cooking channel, a few infomercials, a rerun of a cartoon... But then, he found a show of some interest. There was a woman laying on top of a man, the both of them in an embrace, moaning and kissing. Kankuro felt blood rise to his face (and somewhere else) as he watched the couple on TV. "What is this? It sucks, change the channel," Gaara whined once again. No response. He heard a strange noise coming from his brother. He turned his head slightly, to see that his face was flushed, and there was an odd movement under the blanket between his legs. Before he could ask what was going on, Kankuro excused himself and said he had to use the bathroom. Gaara picked up the remote, and turned off the TV, planning on resting for the night.
His curiousity, however, had other plans. He snuck quietly towards the bathroom, and saw that the door wasnt fully closed. He peeked at what was going on inside. And then he saw it.. His older brother, moaning into the mirror, standing and rubbing his cock. He almost hoped he would turn around so he could see it himself, but instead he could only imagine what it looked like as he watched his brother biting his lip in the mirror, groaning more and more as he reached his climax. Sneaking away before he could be noticed, he crawled back into bed, hoping he would wake up next to him.
*** A few weeks later ***
Gaara sat on the couch and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He was exhausted after all the work he had to deal with throughout the week and decided to treat himself to some alone time. In his heart, he was very antisocial, although he understood his responsibilities could rarely afford him any moments like these. He took the time to ponder things other than governmental issues. He thought about his own life. Many memories of his were painful, and even those memories from his childhood he wished to revisit with nostalgia were all tinged with despair and bloodshed. The truth is, he was forced to grow up before he should have. He had never really been afforded a childhood, a normal family, or anything that could have given him comfort.
He took a swig from his cup. "I suppose there has to be someone in this world to carry others burdens. And it just so happens that to my father, I was that someone..." he thought to himself. He was alone now, nothing but the ticking of a nearby clock and some slow-growing cacti a planter accompanying him. In times like these, he wished only to have a time machine, so he could change his youth for the better. But that time had passed, and here he was, a depressed aristocrat, with a broken family. He supposed in that regard, he wasn't so different from his father after all. A broken family... and maybe that was why he had felt those strange feelings towards his brother those weeks prior. If he were honest with himself, he hadn't really cultivated a bond with him the way normal siblings do. After all, most normal siblings weren't raised in isolation from the rest of their family to become trained killers. While that era was supposed to be behind him, he always felt it, hanging heavy on his shoulders like the weight of the world.
Kankuro. He whispered that name under his breath. Despite being brothers, he felt so alien to him. The way he looked without all that makeup was a striking image of his father. And yet seeing flashes of his father in his older brothers appearance didn't unease him one bit. To him, they were much different. And.. his brother... was handsome. It felt weird to think that. It probably was weird. He didn't really understand why he felt that way, but he felt it nonetheless. He finished the rest of his drink and shakily poured another. "That is wrong. It's wrong to feel that way." He repeated that in his head over and over as it felt like an eternity for his glass to fill.
His train of thought was interrupted by a knocking at his private chamber's door. Figuring he had nothing better to do, he rose from his seat and opened it up. Speak of the devil, his brother was there. He noticed he hadn't totally removed his makeup, a light purple dusting his eyelids and lips lined gently with some gloss. His jaw was strong, his cheekbones high, but his eyes gentle despite his masculine appearance. He looked... lovely. Gaara scolded himself once again for thinking that.
"What is it?" Gaara asked, trying his best to not sound irritated. "I just wanted to say hi. I know I've been absent lately..." Kankuro invited himself in and sat on the couch. The redhead sighed, closing and locking the door to his room.
"What's this you got? Whiskey? You better be careful with this stuff."
"You say that as you pour yourself a drink of it," Gaara noted bitingly.
His brother merely chuckled and took a sip. Gaara sat down, drink in his hand, on the other side of the couch. "So what's new with you?" Gaara didn't answer, instead swirling the whiskey around in it's cup. Kankuro chuckled to himself. His brother was always like this. He put his feet up on the couch and laid on his back, legs bent at the knees, taking over some of Gaara's personal space. He looked at his younger brother from between his knees. "Well, I'd just like to accompany you here. Is that alright?" Again, no response. Gaara seemed to be pondering something, hypnotized by his glass of whiskey.
Inside his head, Gaara was feeling a whirlwind of emotions, probably catalyzed by the alcohol. He looked sideways at his brother, knees spread apart, his pretty face being dimly lit by the candlelights. This was it. He had to make a choice here. Gaara took one last sip of his whiskey, and set it down on the table.
Like a panther pouncing on its prey, Gaara dove between his brothers knees and kissed him. Kankuro had no time to react. Before he knew it, their tongues were all over each other, licking and kissing desperately. He never even realized that he wanted this until it happened. He put his hands around Gaara's hips, pulling deeper and grinding into the kiss. He felt his younger brother breathe raggedly against his lips, as they rubbed desperately against each other. Whatever shame either of them felt was soon eclipsed by the pleasure of their cocks straining against the fabric of their garments, squeezing each other closer together just to try and satisfy their growing urges.
Gaara's hands crept down to unbutton his shirt, it fell to the ground unceremoniously as it revealed his pale, untouched skin. Kankuro carried him over to the bed and placed him down gently. "Gaara. You're my brother. I love you very much. But we can never do this again." He kissed his forehead, and crawled under the sheets to sleep next to his little brother.