Warnings in chapter 1 apply. Beware.

This World

Tsubasa frowned down at the clothes he just put on. Syaoran – the younger twin – had pulled some of his old clothes out before stalking out of the room again with a red face, leaving Tsubasa to change into something more suitable. Or more probably something less dirty, as the last world they had been to was as developed as early medieval times, and they had been clambering over muddy roads through pouring rain for days. The old coarse wool clothes he had been wearing upon arrival in this world were caked with dry mud and things he'd rather not speak about.

But what he got from the boy wasn't completely his taste either. The shirt he'd gotten was baggy, washed out of colour and stretched, and although that was necessary for it to fit – it seemed he was older and taller than the twins, not to speak of his decidedly different musculature – it looked like he had been wearing this shirt for the past ten years without changing. It hung just over the waistband of the stretchy pants which looked like the stuff this world's Kurogane had been wearing, but more worn out. He was still barefoot and the pants didn't reach all the way down his ankles.

He felt ridiculous. Even with all the different types of clothes he had worn on his journey, he'd never looked as... as much as a homeless tramp as now.

But it would be rude to call out his hosts on that. After all, this might be the only clothes that fit in the entire house.

"Hey, Syaoran?" Syaoron peeked around the corner and Tsubasa turned, lightly surprised at the boy not calling him Tsubasa. "Did you send Tsubasa off to the shower? God, those clothes were smelly."

Tsubasa frowned and opened his mouth to respond, but Syaoron beat him to it by quickly continuing. "I'm really sorry it has to be this way. I know I had promised you tonight, but with Tsubasa around..." Tsubasa opened his mouth again, feeling like he really should clear up the mistake, but Syaoron quickly lifted his finger to shush him. Tsubasa was baffled at the other's behaviour, and silenced just long enough for him to add mischievously, "but we could always do it quick now, while he's still in the shower."

"Syaoron, I'm not," Tsubasa started, but to his frustration he was interrupted again. Well, maybe not frustration, more like surprise. Because this time, he was silenced by a pair of lips colliding with his.

He froze, and tried to back away, but Syaoron followed after and pressed on. Tsubasa gasped when he was momentarily released, just to shudder when the elder twin huskily whispered in his ear. "Again with the coy act, hm?"

For some reason Syaoron didn't seem to realize the one he was by now pinning to a wall was in fact taller than him, and taller than his younger brother as well. Tsubasa had no clue why the boy who had seemed to be perfectly tuned with his twin moments ago now actually managed to mistake him. More importantly, why was he so good at kissing?

While Syaoron pinned him to a wall – of course he could escape easily, but he wouldn't be rude and lay a hand on his host – Tsubasa felt lost in the kiss. The lips on his were both soft and forceful, dry and smooth brushing past his own cracked dry lips, hot and strong massaging his quivering own. Heat coiled in his belly, the feeling of the other against him overpowering.

He wasn't too sure just when he started responding, but it took a few minutes of heatedly kissing back before he suddenly realized what he was doing, and he tried to draw away again, desperate to let Syaoron know he was kissing the wrong person. He hesitated too long while his mind tried to wrap around the fact Syaoron was kissing him while thinking he was his twin brother, and the other boy managed to capture his lips again with ease.

He made a light movement against the pinning arms, but the other wouldn't relent easily, making his mind stutter to halt once again with his kisses. Tsubasa succumbed, and allowed the other to completely take over with his passionate kiss. A tongue slipped between his lips, and all he could was respond to it wholeheartedly and kiss back almost feverishly.

A knee hitched up between his legs and he moaned softly in the kiss, their bodies pressing together. Syaoron subtly slipped a hand underneath Tsubasa's shirt, fingers roaming over scarred skin.

"Syaoran," the twin muttered against his lips, tracing a particularly large scar up Tsubasa's body.

"Brother?"

Tsubasa pulled back so suddenly the back of his head smashed painfully against the wall. Guilt stung his insides like a vicious cramp. He really should have tried harder to make Syaoron understand he had the wrong person!

Syaoron's face on the other hand expressed more of an annoyance at being caught than the expected shock.

The astonished expression of Syaoran made Tsubasa quiver and pull back into the wall further.

"Why were you talking to me while touching Tsubasa?"

Syaoron only stared at his younger brother while Tsubasa's mind spun in panicked circles, still not coherent enough to get the idea of pushing the elder twin off of him.

To his surprise, Syaoran's shocked face suddenly morphed into a smirk. "I see. You, brother, are especially bad today."

While Tsubasa gaped, Syaoron turned his face back to him. "Well then, shall we continue?"

"W-wait! What... I don't understand!"

"I kiss you, you kiss back. Simple." Syaoron leaned forward, but Tsubasa quickly brought his hands between them.

"You thought I was your brother!"

"No," Syaoran corrected, taking the towel still around his neck in one hand and slowly walking forward to the pair, "Brother was pretending to think you were me. He wouldn't mistake us."

"W-why?"

"So I could kiss you, of course," Syaoron lifted an eyebrow.

"Who says I wanted to!"

"You did, when you started responding to the kiss. Are we going to get on with it or do you plan on standing here the entire evening? You look awfully cute embarrassed like that, but I know better things to do than staring at your flushed face."

"I-I..." Tsubasa was not allowed to finish – not that he had been able to formulate an answer – as Syaoron's lips found his again.

This kiss was short, and Tsubasa's face followed the retreating mouth of the elder twin with a surprised sound when he was released.

"You know what? I've got an even better idea!"

He wasn't sure he was going to like this one, and Syaoran's face was equal parts of curiosity and wariness at his brothers words.

"How about you kiss Syaoran instead," he whispered in Tsubasa's ear huskily.

Tsubasa nearly choked on himself as he was suddenly free from Syaoron's pinning grip and pushed into the younger twin's arms. Syaoran gave him a wide-eyed look before Syaoron gave Tsubasa a sharp nudge in the back of his head, forcing him forward and smashing their lips together.

They kept still for a long astonished moment before Syaoran tentatively started moving his lips, carefully kissing Tsubasa as if afraid the other might run. He might've, if not for Syaoron pressing up his back and slipping both hands underneath the ashen shirt, quickly resuming the task of mapping out Tsubasa's muscles and scars.

When Tsubasa responded to the kiss Syaoran gained a little more confidence. He pressed in his tongue and set up the fight for dominance. Tsubasa managed to join that fight for about a minute, until Syaoron tweaked a nipple and he had to gasp, effectively letting his guard down enough for Syaoran to take control over the kiss completely.

"That's quite some scars you have here," Syaoron muttered darkly. Where his voice had been amused and cheeky a while ago, he seemed genuinely displeased with the amount of scars he found on Tsubasa's body. Tsubasa nodded breathlessly in response, pulling back a little to gasp.

Syaoran frowned at him, swollen lips in a cute pout.

"I- I'm sorry," he wasn't sure why he apologised, but something about the disapproving look he was getting grated his nerves.

"Please be careful with yourself," Syaoron traced another scar with one hand, the other circling with delicate fingertips around a hardened nipple.

"It's not like I try getting wounded on purpose."

"I wonder..." Suddenly lips latched onto his neck, massaging gently while teeth nipped lightly.

Syaoran gave him a shy glance before carefully leaning up again, catching his lips tenderly. Tsubasa was caught off guard by the care the twins showed. They hardly knew each other, yet they already showed so much concern as if he had been a third brother in the set for his entire life. It sent his mind reeling, unable to comprehend.

Well, that and the kissing and the hands exploring his chest.

Syaoron tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up until Syaoran stopped kissing him to let the fabric pass. Syaoron quickly claimed Tsubasa for himself again, spinning him around by his shoulder and backing him up against the bed. With a mischievous smirk he pushed, sending Tsubasa down with flailing arms. He only paused to give his younger brother a pointed look before leaning down and crawling up Tsubasa's body. Tsubasa stared at him with wide eyes, anticipating, and finally Syaoron reclaimed his lips, sucking in the bottom lip between his teeth and pulling slightly. Tsubasa moaned when hips grinded down.

A hot battle of tongues, lips, teeth and a lot of saliva ensued, Tsubasa feeling a little more up to the challenge now he was better prepared. Syaoron didn't seem to mind at all. He rolled his hips over the one's beneath him and Tsubasa gasped in the kiss, responding with a roll of his own hips in turn.

With a little surprise he felt fingers fiddling around the waistband of the pants he was wearing. Syaoran shyly traced his fingertips over his skin for a while, occasionally following a scar before returning to the line of elastic. Shivers ran over Tsubasa's body at the light feeling – and at some point his whole torso shook ready to break free from the kiss and laugh – he wasn't that ticklish, but Syaoran's movements were exceptionally light and teasingly shy. Finally the fingers curled around the band and his pants were slowly pulled down. Syaoran tugged harder to get them past the tangled legs, and Syaoron grudgingly moved to make it easier.

Just a little though, as he immediately ground down his hips again to resume their little play while their kiss had turned decidedly messy.

For a short moment the hips retreated, and after a few jerking movements on top of him Tsubasa found out Syaoran had done his brother the same favour as himself, now feeling a very hard erection collide with his equally hard length.

"Enjoying it?" Syaoron asked with a mischievous smirk. It took a while for Tsubasa to process the words, but he had already unconsciously answered by nodding his head. Cool fingers wrapped around his manhood, and he had no clue whether it was the younger or the older of the twins. He just moaned and twisted his fingers in the messy chestnut hair above him, pulling the boy back down for a kiss.

Syaoron chuckled in the kiss, and the hand calmly stroking him slowed down even further, teasing and testing his boundaries. When he felt a tentative tongue touch the top curiously he knew it must be Syaoran touching him after all, but he didn't really care that much and just arched into the hand holding him, giving the boy another encouraging moan.

The lips tangled in their kiss retreated, at the same time a pair of identical lips descended fully on his erection. Tsubasa whimpered at the loss and the warm slightly unexpected sensation. He screwed his eyes shut and his hands shot down to grab hold of the exact same hair he had been holding, but a level lower. Syaoron retreated, while Tsubasa redirected his full attention to the younger twin with the hesitating and shy mouth kissing his privates.

He had just enough presence of mind to wonder over the difference between the twins. Although Syaoran was definitely not unwilling, he was not even close to the confident teasing and slightly lewd behaviour of his older brother. The younger seemed more experimenting, a lot more shy, and more easily steered into direction. With only a slight push on his head Tsubasa could tempt Syaoran to slide his lips down his erection, taking him in his mouth as far as comfortably possible – while Syaoron was on the side, giving them a confident smirk and slightly teasing the skin of his collarbone, not showing any intention of doing something he hadn't decided for himself.

Tsubasa moaned deep and gasped, breathlessly urging Syaoran to go on. Syaoron finally sprung in action again, moving to relieve his younger brother from his clothes. Tsubasa's eyes widened when he witnessed the elder spread the younger's ass and lapping along the cleft with a wide teasing tongue. Syaoran moaned over Tsubasa's length, sending tingling vibrations seemingly straight through his veins and up his spine. Tsubasa trembled, and if he hadn't been hard enough yet, arousal was now becoming painful. Syaoron made eye contact while he prodded with his tongue at his younger brother's anus, the smirk clearly visible through his eyes even if his mouth was hidden behind the smooth round of Syaoran's ass. A hand was lifted, and a shiny finger started to disappear inside the boy's body.

Syaoran's sucking had stopped altogether by now and he was merely panting over Tsubasa's straining erection, bumping the side of his face against it occasionally. Tsubasa never felt a need to jerk off this strong, but he knew he would be finished too quickly if he touched himself now. Digging his fingers into the scalp of his mirror image above his erection sharply, he managed to withhold. Syaoran responded by moaning, unfazed by the painful fingers and jutting up his hips towards his brother.

Oh god, he was starting to see blurry.

The expression on Syaoron's face was plainly devilish, while he made quick work of preparing his younger brother. He held Tsubasa's eyes like a hawk, dark passion in his eyes as he occasionally dipped to prod with his tongue between the fingers wedged in Syaoran's ass.

Unexpectedly Syaoran rocked forward, crying out. The smirk of Syoaron was shortly redirected to the ass he was stretching, and with another happy prod of his fingers he made his younger brother repeat the motion and the sound.

Tsubasa panted, although he hadn't done anything to exert him this much. Syaoron re-established his eerily sadistic eye contact while he sat up, gently removing his fingers from his brother. He wrapped his arms around Syaoran's chest, gently pulling the flushed and whimpering boy up straight, before moving his hands lower to hook around his knees.

To Tsubasa's surprise, Syaoron managed to lift his twin like that, and he shuffled forward with the boy pressed to his chest. Tsubasa felt his legs being pressed apart by Syaoron's knees as the other moved forward, but he was wholly distracted by the sight of a wobbling erection being brought closer to him.

Which was not what was supposed to take away his attention, as he found out mere seconds later.

The elder twin carefully lowered his brother to straddle Tsubasa's hips, and a firm hand wrapped around his erection to direct him upwards. Tsubasa's eyes widened, and he choked on a protest when Syaoran – eyes squeezed shut and adorably flushed – slowly leaned back to be impaled on the eldest's length.

All thoughts of protest left him when the heat engulfed his member. He rasped in his breath, needing all his self-control to not immediately buck up into that delightful place. Syaoran clenched around him, and two tears left his clenched eyes.

Syaoron hugged him from behind, gently wiping the tears from his brother's face while he kissed his jaw line. Even with his girth up the boy's ass, Tsubasa momentarily felt like an intruder in their private moment as the elder twin comforted the younger. Syaoran trembled in Syaoron's arms, breathing heavily while the whimpers spilled over his lips.

"Just a little longer," Syaoron looked down at Tsubasa, who was by now clenching his teeth so harshly he felt a cramp starting in his jaws.

Syaoran nodded tersely eventually and Syaoron released him, spreading his arms in an open invite for Tsubasa to do whatever he liked. Tsubasa immediately gripped Syaoran's hipbones and dug his fingers in for a moment before trusting himself enough to move. Syaoran moaned and leaned his head back when Tsubasa rolled his hips.

Honestly, this was not something Tsubasa had ever expected doing. He was actually taking another guy up the ass – keeping the thought of Syaoran being, well, Syaoran and therefore his exact mirror-image when he was a couple of years younger at bay. He hoped to one day do this to Sakura, preferable more tender and starting off with a more romantic position. He may have had it done to himself a few times – but entirely experimental of course, and only because he had these memories which he was certain Sakura was aware of. But now...?

He was happy to have his thoughts cut off by Syaoron, although his muscles tensed in alarm at the method the boy was using for that. The thrust into the youngest twin was slightly off and too violent compared to the rhythm he had managed to establish when a slick finger traced around his own hole.

Syaoran let himself drop forward, laying down on Tsubasa's chest to kiss the crease in his eyebrows. Even though Syaoran was hardly to be called coherent – moans, whimpers and the occasional cry tumbling from his lips in a never ending source of sound – he did seem to notice Tsubasa's state of mind even now. Tsubasa lifted one hand to trail through the boy's hair, thankful for the care.

He nearly pulled out a full hand of chestnut when two fingers were stabbed into him without warning. Syaoran winced and pulled away, but after a violent shiver Tsubasa quickly leant up to press an apologetic kiss against the boy's lips.

"Don't mind me," he heard Syaoron mutter, and the fingers inside him started stretching at a sudden high pace.

He was vaguely aware he was slowly starting to join Syaoran in his private orchestra of erotic sounds. Although sloppy kisses now interrupted Syaoran's flow of noise, Tsubasa started to whimper and moan on occasion as Syaoron was preparing him. When all too soon a third finger was added he lost his rhythm altogether and reverted to spastically slamming his hips up every time Syaoron's fingers allowed for it.

"Ready, Tsubasa?" Syaoron asked.

All Tsubasa could do was lift his trembling hips a little and wait in anticipation. Syaoran made a discontent whining sound when Tsubasa's hips stopped and instead he started to move himself, lifting his ass to slide over the eldest's erection.

Tsubasa arched and groaned when Syaoron slowly slid inside him. It hurt at first, like usual, but Syaoron was patient and Syaoran was doing a marvellous job distracting him from the pain by hopping up and down his erection and stealing spontaneous kisses.

Tsubasa had to clench Syaoran close to his body when the elder twin started moving. Syaoran whined because this forced him to stop his movements – only being able to roll his hips which wasn't half as gratifying – and started nibbling on his jaw line, grazing his teeth to show his opinion on this pause. Tsubasa wasn't able to respond properly, needing to get used to the feeling of someone inside again and slightly whimpering.

Syaoron pried Tsubasa's arms from his brother and pulled the boy up, pressing his chest to his twins back. Tsubasa attempted to resume his movements with Syaoran, but found this impossible with the strong thrusts of Syaoron wrecking his body. All he could do was watch how Syaoron turned his twin's face around for a heartfelt deep kiss while both of them moved to satisfy themselves and him.

Whining, he reached for Syaoran, wanting some kind of contact, but he was granted only Syaoron's hand. Fingers squeezed his and Tsubasa tangled his other hand in the sheets, still trying to meet their thrusts.

When Syaoron let go of his hand to grip his hip for better leverage, Tsubasa lowered his hand to wrap trembling fingers around the rocking erection of Syaoran. Syaoran cried out and increased his humping up and down, digging fingers into the skin of Tsubasa's stomach. Tsubasa ran his thumb over the tip, taking the sticky substance down the shaft to ease his stroking.

Whereas Tsubasa knew he wouldn't be lasting long, he was surprised at how fast Syaoran stiffened in his climax after he started stroking. Syaoran's face scrunched up and he cried out, falling forward while he released surprisingly large quantities of sticky seed. His ass clenched around Tsubasa, and Syaoron took extra care to hit his prostate dead on as Tsubasa's muscles clenched a little as well at the sensation, whimpers muffled in Syaoran's skin.

Two more hits on his prostate and Tsubasa only saw white, his fingers digging into Syaoran's back unconsciously as his back arched, no sound passing his lips while his throat worked around a scream. It burned in his abdomen, and when he came down from his high his heart drummed like he had run too fast.

Syaoran was lazily nuzzling his neck while he tried to remember where he was and why, and Syaoron grunted and released as well. Tsubasa jumped only slightly at the feeling of warm liquid filling his insides, relaxing directly after because he was honestly too tired to think about it.

Syaoron pulled out and dropped himself on the bed beside Tsubasa. Tsubasa cringed a little at the cold feeling of being left stretched open, but gave Syaoron a appreciative look when the boy pulled up the covers to keep in the warmth for the three of them. The elder twin contently cuddled up the side of Tsubasa, who was still embracing the boy on top of him. He hadn't even bothered pulling out yet.

Still, Syaoran appeared to be already asleep, and Tsubasa could feel his own eyes drooping as well. Syaoron pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Good night Tsubasa, Syaoran."

He wasn't too sure, but he thought he managed to mumble out a good night in return. Either way, he soon followed the youngest of them into dreamland.

...

Syaoron lazily traced a scar on Tsubasa's side, occasionally flicking his fingers to his little brother's skin as well. Although he really had trouble believing this 'travelling between worlds' story, it certainly seemed his so called other self had been through a damn lot. Nasty scars covered him like a blanket, and he was sure he felt something tingly every time he touched the guy's hand, like something was there. He was good at hiding his feelings though. Only an occasional sadness managed to reach his face – even while asleep his features seemed to remain a carefully studied mask of passiveness only breached by a haunted twist of his face every once in a while. He had definitely noticed the guy's skittishness in bed, which seemed more like he was prepared to fight when needed than actual shyness about the act they were performing.

It was clear the Fai Tsubasa had brought with him was even worse off. The man's face had been white as a sheet while he had stared at the teaching twin blondes.

What on earth happened to these people?

This was the only consolation Syaoron knew to offer. He held the suspicion Tsubasa was in love with his world's Sakura, just like his younger twin. But just like his younger twin, Tsubasa did not shy away from a man's touch at all. He was all experimenting and curious, happy to get relief in a fashion that really shouldn't be called brotherly.

He pressed another kiss to the man's face, noticing how the crease between his eyebrows faded and a small smile twitched the corner of his lip.

Syaoron smiled.

He didn't know this person's troubles, but at least he could offer some relaxation while he was here.

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