This fic is intended to be a simultaneous response to two separate fic requests; one for continuing shota, and one for first time yaoi lemon and to try to make it kind of sweet. (Sorry, but in the end, I couldn't come up with anything I felt comfortable claiming as being the "right" way to do a yaoi lemon lol, so I'm choosing to attempt to fulfull the other aspects of your request instead. ;)

Since one of the requests was from a reviewer on AO3, I'll post this live on AO3 while it's still ongoing (instead of waiting until it's completed to decide whether to bother to post it or not.)

As always, feedback is encouragement, and thank you for taking the time to check out one of my stories.

(P.S. - To the reviewers who asked for those two separate things, I hope you will like what I write here, and won't be disgruntled that I ended up starting a fic with the intention to contain both of those different sets of requirements.)

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It had started off as a good day; Kaito's mom had made pancakes with chocolate chips in them, and the young, blue-haired boy didn't get scolded even when he poured way more syrup than he could possibly finish over them, creating an enormous, messy puddle that literally dripped off his plate and onto the table as he tried to eat his breakfast.

The crimson-haired woman was distracted with a shopping list at the dining table, and Kaito's sticky mouth stretched into a big grin as he realized he wasn't going to get scolded for abusing the quantity of sugar on his already-sweet pancakes.

Kaito's youthful blue eyes picked out his older brother, sitting quietly at the table and getting ready to eat his own pancakes in a more subdued manner. To Kaito's mind, there was a lot of age difference between Kaito and his older brother. Kaito equated Akaito's age to the status of an adult, although the crimson-haired male acted immature on his own often enough, despite already being a teenager.

Akaito reached over to grab the syrup, and frowned at the container when he saw that it was empty. His crimson eyes glanced at Kaito's plate, and he scowled a little at his little brother. Kaito's wide blue eyes stared back at Akaito's narrowed eyes, and he gulped his messy mouthful of pancake-dripping-syrup down his little throat.

"You took all the syrup," Akaito said accusingly, and frowned deeper. Kaito tried a cute little smile, and it came out crookedly on his small face. Kaito pulled back a little at Akaito's darkening scowl that followed, as his older brother looked at the growing puddle of syrup decorating- not Kaito's plate- but the table around it.

"Umm," Kaito mumbled, and gulped again, nervously. Was Akaito going to get mad? His older brother had been getting mad at him a lot, lately, and Kaito didn't like it. He missed the nice version of his brother.

Akaito reached out to Kaito's plate and pulled it in front of himself.

"Hey!" Kaito yelled, appalled. "That's mine!"

"You took all of the syrup, brat. That means half of it's mine," Akaito reasoned and tilted Kaito's plate over his own pancakes, draining the excess syrup onto his own breakfast. Kaito's little face scrunched up furiously.

"Give that back, it's mine, it's mine!" Kaito yelled and got up from his chair. Akaito put Kaito's plate back down, sugar-sogged pancakes and all, and raised his unimpressed eyes to take in Kaito's flushed, angry gaze. Kaito's little fists were balled up, clenched tight at the unfairness.

Kaito rushed forwards and reached for the plate to take it back, and Akaito grabbed his small, sticky hand as he did so.

"Hey, watch it! Be careful!" Akaito yelped, trying to avoid Kaito upsetting his own breakfast in his haste to reclaim the pancakes. Kaito struggled against his brother's grip, furious tears rising in his round blue eyes.

"Onii-chan! Give it back!" Kaito yelled again. Akaito raised his eyes to Kaito's, and froze in his seat, unspeaking, unmoving. His pupils went a little large as he held the struggling, sticky, little hand.

"Akaito, let Kaito go," Their mom scolded, distractedly, glancing up from where she was frowning down at her list. The female voice brought Akaito back to his senses, and he scowled deeply, pushing Kaito away from the table.

Kaito stumbled and caught himself, his angry tears turning into rejection and frustration. "You're mean, onii-chan!" Kaito yelled.

Akaito got up from the table suddenly, making the dishes rattle as he slammed his hands against the table noisily. Kaito flinched back, glaring through his tears at his brother, as Akaito turned away and left without a word, leaving his breakfast behind, untouched.

"Akaito, come back and finish your breakfast!" Their mom called after the crimson-haired male, but Akaito ignored her completely and slammed the door shut to his room behind him. She sighed and shook her head, muttering, "teenagers," as an explaination, and tried to ignore her son's rude behavior.

Kaito gaped after Akaito's retreated form, and his little lips trembled as tears fell down his sticky cheeks. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. Why was Akaito so mean to him lately?

Kaito got back into his chair silently and scooted his pancakes back in front of him. They didn't look so delicious now that there wasn't a lake of syrup around them. Kaito sulkily stabbed a piece of pancake and shoved it in his mouth. The sugary taste was a little comforting, but he was still mad and upset.

Akaito onii-chan was a jerk.

Kaito stabbed another piece of pancake and imagined he was stabbing his older brother with the fork instead of his breakfast. Kaito stared down at his pancakes and smiled a little. Akaito would cry like Kaito was crying, and then he would know that Kaito was mad. Feeling a little vindicated at his imagination, Kaito chomped through the next mouthfuls of pancake.

That would teach Akaito onii-chan to be mean.