Authors notes: This is my first fanfic. English is not my first languagen. If you like it, I will post more chapters
Chapter one
"Why?" He knocked on the door while clumsily holding on to the sword he had been handed before it shut in his face. He put all of his weight in a hard kick on the door, screaming at the top of his lungs. Fujimoto was dying. He could feel it. The raw certainty clawing at his insides, making him feel useless. The scream locked in his throat making a hiss and kick the door harder. He needed to save him.
"Rin" a calm voice penetrated the darkness surrounding him. A light touch jolted him awake. Rin blinked, as if the images thoroughly scorched into his retinas could be removed, just as easily as they had been made. Yukio softly rubbed away a wayward tear, a sad smile grazing his lips.
"Again?" He asked. Rin nodded, shying away from his brothers intimate touch. It had been days since the last torturous nightmare had occurred. Yukios green eyes locked in on his brothers blue orbs. It was a soft understanding gaze, meant to soothe. The memory of Yukios words "Just die" in the classroom, gun cocked and ready to fire, simmered between them. The confrontation playing repeatedly, every time a tender moment occurred between them, making Rin doubt his brothers every word, touch even. Yukio frowned at his brothers obvious movement away. He sat down on his knees by Rins bed. It was impossible to think when Yukio was this close.
"Yukioooo." Rin whined, pretending to be tired, rubbing his eyes. They were puffed up from crying in his sleep.
"I need to sleep, go back to bed." Yukio shook his head and instead lowered himself into the bed of his twin brother. The seconds ticked by, Rin turned away from his brother, ashamed. Yukio let his hands hold tightly around Rins waist, pressing his front onto his older brothers back. Rin could feel the hot breath of his brother tingling the hairs around his nape. Warmth sept through him, as Yukio tightened his protective hold, effectively killing the voices and regrets of the past in one firm embrace.
~This can't happen! Stupid moley four-eyed littlebrother. Rin reprimanded himself. The warmth spread like a wildfire in his body, making it hard to suppress his flames. Why did he have to feel like this? His body heated at the thought of his little brothers body pressed so tightly against his own. He could feel the upper body muscles pressing against him, making it tingle in places it shouldn't.
~ If he knew, he would definetly kill me, Rin thought biting hard, trying to ignore the soft yet firm feel of his brother against him. His fingers itched to touch said body, wanting to feel the creamy softness of Yukios skin, let his lips trail after his fingers down the path drawn by his aching fingers. He shook, thinking the movement would distract his little brother from the hardening bulge tenting his pants not far from Yukios fingers. They were so close, just a nudge and Yukios fingers would be able to wrap around him, heating him up more.
"Rin?" Yukios calm and collected voice seemed to be far away. Rin made a sharp huff noise, to wrapped up in twistedly disgusting fantasies to even really understand.
"Do you have an erection?" The dry words made Rin jump up, pushing Yukio out from the bed.
"Arg. Pervert. Are you feeling me up, or something?" he yelled, embarrassment coating his cheeks in red. A small blush crept up Yukios neck, as he tried to compose himself. He failed miserably, red stains tainting his neck and cheekbones.
"I didn't feel you up nii-san. It is a simple observation. It isn't the first time you had one when I got into bed with you. It's a strange reaction nii-san, I want to help you. I could help" Yukios voice trailed away, leaving a small moment of awkwardness between them.
Authors notes:
I don't know if this chapter was short or long, or if it was completely useless. I just wanted to try this thing out :D - please leave comments :)