"But 'Dashi!" Hiro pouted, staring up at his big brother with big, brown, doe-eyes.

"No, Hiro. It's bed time." Tadashi smiled at the sullen look that crossed Hiro's face.

"I don't wanna!" The younger Hamada's bottom lip stuck out and he sniffled. Tadashi felt tempted to give in to his little brother but if he did, he wouldn't be able to say no next time. Even though he was 13, Hiro still used pouting to sucker the older Hamada into doing whatever Hiro wanted.

"Too bad, come on."

Tadashi went to grab Hiro's hand but Hiro smiled mischievously and ran away from Tadashi.

"Oh no you don't! Hiro!"

Tadashi stumbled after the 13 year old. Hiro giggled and ran down the stairs. Tadashi ran after him and almost ran into the wall at the bottom of the flight of stairs but pushed off of it and jumped the last four steps. Hiro ran in the kitchen and then the living room, waving his arms above his head. Tadashi laughed and sped up.

"Gotta catch me!" Hiro ran around the couch, laughing—the noise making Tadashi's heart sing.

"Oh that's it!" Tadashi smiled and leapt at his little brother, catching him around the waist and landing on the couch.

"Noooo!" Hiro cried out over-dramatically, flailing his arms around and then going limp—sinking into Tadashi. Tadashi wrapped his legs around Hiro and squeezed him tight.

"Ta—dashi—can't breathe—squeezing—too—tight." Hiro sucked in a huge gulp of air when Tadashi loosened his grip. The twenty year old nuzzled into the crook of Hiro's neck, placing a feather-light kiss on the soft skin there.

"Come on." Tadashi let go of his brother and Hiro sat up, laughing between his ragged breaths.

"But Tadashi," Hiro whines. "please let me stay up with you?" Hiro turned his gaze upwards to his lounging brother.

"No. It's time for bed, Hiro." Tadashi sat up quickly and tossed the gangly thirteen year old over his left shoulder.

Hiro laughed and his arms and legs swung back and forth. He decided that his tactic worked perfectly—he got Tadashi to play with him. And as an unexpected yet welcome bonus, Hiro also had a nice view of the college student's ass. Hiro bit his lip and smiled broadly. He was tempted to playfully smack Tadashi but settled for letting his hand 'accidentally' brush up against it. When they got to Hiro's bed, Tadashi threw Hiro down, the small black-haired boy bouncing with an 'oof'. Hiro scrambled under the covers, pulling them up to his chin and smiling up at his big brother. Tadashi tucked the comforter around Hiro and kissed his forehead.

"Goodnight, Hiro." Tadashi whispers, letting his lips linger a little too long, sending a shiver through Hiro. Tadashi stands up but Hiro grabs his wrist and tugs gently.

"'Dashi?" Hiro peeks out shyly from his mussed, black hair.

"What's up little bro?" The bed sunk under Tadashi's returning weight. Hiro wrapped his arms around his older brother's neck and sat up slightly. He pulled Tadashi down the rest of the way and their lips met. Tadashi's eyes widened but instinctively fluttered closed when Hiro tilted his head to the side. Tadashi sighed and the tip of his tongue swept across the seam of Hiro's lips.

Tadashi sighed and unwillingly broke away from the kiss, his lips instantly missing the soft warmth of Hiro's.

"Tadashi please don't hate me. I'm sorry I just—I didn't mean to—" Hiro's eyes began to shine with unshed tears of fear; fear that Tadashi didn't feel the same way. Fear that he messed everything up. Tadashi calmed the teen with another soft kiss, laying his brother all the way down.

"Goodnight, Hiro."

Hiro smiled with relief and happiness.

"Don't leave, 'Dashi, please." Tadashi got up to leave but Hiro hugged Tadashi's neck tighter and breathed in the comforting, sweet scent of his big brother. Tadashi laid down and wriggled under the covers, pulling Hiro closer to him and tangling their legs together.

"I won't leave. I promise." There was a deep promise in Tadashi's words that Hiro didn't realize. But it was a promise that Tadashi would risk anything to keep.

Hiro rested his head on Tadashi's chest, listening to the even thumping of his brother's heart and being lulled to sleep. Tadashi ran his fingers through Hiro's messy mop of soft, black hair.

"Love you," Hiro yawned and slipped his hand under Tadashi's shirt, resting it on the soft, warm skin of the older Hamada's toned abdomen. "Tadashi." Hiro slipped into unconsciousness.

"I Love you too baby bro." Tadashi pressed a kiss to the top of Hiro's head, his hair tickling Tadashi's lips and nose.

Tadashi stayed like that until his arm fell asleep, and then stayed like that for a while longer. When Hiro turned on his side, Tadashi pulled his younger brother against him and buried his nose in the soft slope of Hiro's neck. Tadashi fell asleep cradling the love of his life in his arms. Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, like they were made for each other.