Hi there!

I'm FoxFlyer and today I'm uploading the most questionable kind of story in existence.

That being said.

If you don't like incest, or this pairing portrayed in a romantic manner, then I don't have time to listen to you whine about it. Please leave.

Ok, everyone else.

I don't own BH6 or the lovely tag picture. I found it on the interwebs and it joined my folder of Hiro and Tadashi fan art.

We're starting out insanely slowly because that's the way Tadashi wanted it.


Hiro and Tadashi were the kind of brothers who didn't think it was weird to cuddle on the couch during a late night movie. They didn't balk at the thought of sitting close enough together in the car that their thighs touched. At the supermarket, Tadashi let Hiro drag him around by the hand and wheedle and needle him until he relented and bought that huge chocolate bar. Then Hiro would turn right around and give him half of it. They strolled through the park hand-in-hand, slept in the same bed if one of them was having nightmares, and had shared an evening bath until Tadashi turned thirteen and Aunt Cass decided it wasn't appropriate. Even then, Tadashi would sneak into the bathroom and read a comic while Hiro played with the bubbles until the bath water got cold, and Hiro would wander into the shower with him and enjoy the steam until the hot ran out.

Never once did either of them think anything of it. Besides Aunt Cass, they were the only family that either of them had. It was natural that they would be close. But it occurred to Hiro one night, lying awake with the blankets pulled up over his head after a heart-poundingly scary dream, that they hadn't done any of those things in a while. Not since Tadashi had started college and begun working on... well, whatever it was he did nowadays. He clenched himself into a tighter ball and tried to remember the last time the two of them had just... hung out. Together. Close. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. No good. It didn't matter that he couldn't remember the dream, the lingering fear of it was preventing him from sleeping. He sat up, keeping the blanket tight around him, and peered across the room at the privacy screen separating their beds.

"Dashi?" The old nickname felt unfamiliar in his mouth. When was the last time he'd called his brother by it? There was no movement across the room. He swallowed to wet his throat and tried again, a little louder. "Dashi?"

"Mmmm sit Hi?" Tadashi's words ran together.

Hiro carefully stood up and made his way across the room. He stood just to the side of Tadashi's privacy screen and collected himself. "I... I had a bad dream." He waited with bated breath.

There was a long stretch of quiet, followed by a yawn and the word "Mere."

Hiro tiptoed around and flopped onto the bed beside Tadashi. His brother instinctively moved closer and curled his broad body around Hiro's lithe one. One big arm flopped across his chest and pulled him close. Hiro was instantly awash in his brother's heat and the smell of his minty-fresh breath. These smells, Tadashi's smells, surrounded the younger boy and lulled him into a half-sleep. The fear from before was still there, combated by the safety he felt when he was close to his older brother. It didn't take long for him to drift off to sleep again.


Ta da! One slow, sweet prologue to get us started.

Don't worry, I have lots more written. I just want to see how people react to this to begin with.

I can't stress enough how slow moving this is. It would lose a race with a slug. It's probably faster than molasses though. =)

See you next chapter!