**WARNING INCEST. DONT LIKE? PLEASE EXIT NOW**
***I DO NOT OWN BIG HERO 6 OR ANY LOVEY DOVEY BROTHERS***
Beta by I-Fallen-Angel-I
CH. 1 - Not Enough -
"We're home, Aunt Cass," Hiro and Tadashi chimed quietly as they entered through the door. It was five minutes to midnight and they knew that Aunt Cass was more than likely asleep by now. As Tadashi locked the door, Hiro peered through the walkway and scanned the cafe, grinning he took in the large, darkened room. Lights from a passing car illuminated the room momentarily, revealing the chairs to be on floor still instead of the usual upturned position during the night.
"Huh, guess Aunt Cass forgot. I'll do it for her to make up for the bot fighting," Hiro claimed proudly.
"It's gonna take more than moving chairs to make it up to Aunt Cass, genius!" Tadashi ruffed Hiro's hair playfully. The smells of the day still lingered in the cafe, from sweet to savory, and it all triggered a growling response from the brothers stomachs. Hiro glanced up at Tadashi, who looking right back at him.
"Hungry?" Hiro laughed.
"You take care of the chairs, I'll handle the grub." Tadashi smiled, heading upstairs to the family's kitchen. Not many beside Hiro and Aunt Cass knew that Tadashi could cook. Being the eldest, he spent the most time with their Aunt in the kitchen, helping out here and there, learning the tricks to make this and that. He could make a lot of simple, everyday dishes. But, sometimes, he'd let the inventor in him take over and create a culinary masterpiece.
'The woman he marries is a lucky gal,' Hiro thought to himself, sighing. Shaking the thought out of his head, he flicked on the lights, fully revealing the cafe in all it's glory. Aunt Cass' pride and joy. You'll never work a day in your life, if you love what you do, she'd always say.
"Hiro!" Tadashi shouted from the top step, spoon in hand. "Aunt Cass' visiting a friend, she left a note on the fridge!"
"Guess its just you and me, then!" Hiro says, grinning happily.
"Sounds good to me," Tadashis voice trailed off as he returned to the kitchen. New familiar smells began to fill the cafe as Hiro was finishing up on the last few chairs. His mouth began to water and his stomach growled once more. When he had finished, he hurried upstairs to inquire about dinner.
"Hey Tadashi, whens the food gonna be re-" Hiro cut himself off: Tadashi was setting down two large lidded bowls on the table, as well as chopsticks. He was wearing their Aunt's apron and he looked almost motherly standing in the kitchen.
"You'll see. Hurry up and sit down before it gets cold." Tadashi pointed out a line from Hiro to the chair. Hiro obeyed, and moved to the table, plopping himself into his usual chair. Tadashi threw the last pot into the soapy sink water before untying the apron, Hiro watching him intently. Tadashi's hands moved swift and skillfully, making quick work of the knot. Watching Tadashi's hips sway as he pulled the fabric away seemed to mesmerize Hiro, his eyes drawn to it. He snapped back to reality when Moji, the family cat, brushed against his leg. Startled, Hiro jumped, forcing his eyes away from Tadashi.
'Thanks, Moji, I owe you one, ' Hiro thought to himself, reaching down to pet the fluffy animal. Hiro came back up to see his brother sitting in his seat, playfully watching him.
Tadashi smiled at Hiro, then sighed, ready to eat. "Ready?" On three they lifted the lids to reveal their late night meal. It was Hiro's favorite, miso ramen, with plenty of bean sprouts and shredded red cabbage: just how Hiro loved it.
"Dude, this looks awesome!" Hiro grins, his mouth watering. "I think I feel a tear coming on," he joked, pretending to wipe at his eye.
"You can thank me later. For now, let's eat." He laughed, nudging Hiro's chopsticks closer to him.
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Soft snores came from the other end of the table as Tadashi rinsed the last dish. Sometime between slurping a noodle and going for another, Hiro had fallen asleep. His face rested in his hand, his little brother's body was slumped over in his chair. Shaking his head, Tadashi flicked off the lights, except for the one above the sink. They left it on in case anybody arrived home late at night. Usually, it was Hiro that did.
He quietly walked to his brothers side, watching the steady rise and fall of his brothers shoulders. Hating to disturb him, Tadashi gently lifted his little brother into his arms. Holding him, he paused, noticing his brothers face: he had a peaceful, almost innocent face. He had carried Hiro like this, close and safe, many times, and he would always look down upon that sweet face of his. The years had changed that once childish face into the face of a young man. The though made Tadashi feel sad, yet couldn't have made him more proud. Hiro was everything he could have ever asked for, in both a brother and more, but.. it wasn't enough.
At that moment Tadashi felt an empty pang of loneliness in his heart. He loved Hiro, with all his heart and all his soul: it was even past the point that a brother should love his brother. He loved Hiro's soul, so persistent, so strong, and yet so innocent. Tadashi wanted Hiro all for himself, and no one could ever get in the way of that. But he'll always keep his true feelings hidden, locked in the back of his heart, for how could they ever be anything more than siblings?
The moonlight shown through the windows of their bedroom, shining on Hiro's bed, as if inviting him. After pulling back the sheets, Tadashi carefully lowered his baby brother to his bed. Hiro only stirred for a moment, to stretch himself, before settling back into his slumber. Swiftly, the older brother slid his brother's sneakers and favorite blue hoodie off, a usual tradition for Tadashi on nights as late as this. Hiro's forehead furrows, and he mumbles in his sleep, gripping at the blanket. Tadashi smiles, and pulls the sleepy boy's hand up. He brushes his lips across its smooth, soft surface.
Needing to undress Hiro for bed mixed with wanting to see more. He slowly removed his red t-shirt, revealing the pale porcelain-like skin underneath. The rest of his little brother had begun to change as well, his chest starting to become more solid with the newly found muscle underneath. No hair was there yet, but his underarms revealed a small light patch beginning to grow. Next was his shorts, the hardest, yet best, part. His heartbeat rapidly sped up as he began to unbutton them, keeping his eyes on Hiro's bellybutton to focus himself. 'It's so cute and small,' he thinks, 'just like Hiro.' He sighs, his idea of distracting himself failing.
He slowly slid them off, leaving Hiro open to his brothers gaze.
Eyes darted from here to there, soaking everything in. Who knows how long he would have to wait before he would get to see him like this again? But, as his hand reached for Hiros remaining waistband, he stopped. What was he doing, taking advantage of his younger brother like some pervert while he slept? Shaking his head free of any remaining thoughts, he moved his hand under Hiros chin, brushing his cheek. He sighed. "Where did my baby brother go?"