"I won, Nii-san," Jin says, and his voice is but a whisper into Ragna's ear; Jin's breath is unnaturally cool on his flesh-- still flushed from the battle and the shame of defeat-- making him shiver from more than unease and less than fear. Jin's hands grip his wrists, firmly, bruising, as he presses their chests together, and Jin feels so hot against him that Ragna has to force himself to remember his younger brother's body is the last thing he should be getting excited about. "Do you know what it means?" Jin asks, eyelashes tickling Ragna's cheek with every blink; over the beating of their hearts in unison, Ragna almost doesn't hear the words.

It takes a moment before Ragna can collect himself and say, "You're going to kill me, now?" his voice softens, "Again?"

Jin stiffens for an instant, then draws back to look at him in the eyes, his lips slowly forming a smile. "No," he says, and it's a sigh, a little pleased thing that makes Ragna's skin break out in goosebumps once he feels Jin's leg slipping between his thighs and finally knows. "I can kill you all I want later, right? I think I want to bask in this glory for now, and really enjoy my prize." He pauses with a chuckle, leaning forward until their noses are almost touching, "You were always mine, Nii-san. Since the day I was born."

Ragna swallows, gathering his strength for a final attempt at resistance. "No," he says so quietly that Jin nearly misses it. "What the hell are you talking about?" he sneers, "Sorry, Jin-- I've never belonged to anyone, and I certainly don't now."

Using what he figures is probably the last of his strength, Ragna jerks his head forward as hard as he can. Jin foresees his actions-- not quickly enough-- and pulls back, sustaining a partial yet painful blow to his chin. It's not hard enough to stun him as Ragna had hoped to, but Jin's grip loosens as he reels; Ragna pulls his hands free, rolling his hips and throwing Jin off of him. Within moments he's on his stomach, lunging for his weapon; it isn't until his fingers curl around the handle of his sword that he turns his head to see Jin looming over him.

Those green eyes are wide, mad in every definition of the word, and the sight is nearly enough to make him regret his actions.

Before he can even fucking move, Jin finds the spot between his shoulder blades with his boot and immediately places all of his weight there. The crack Ragna swears he hears is merely a prelude to the unbelievable pain shoots down his back. Oh, God, is all he can think, and Jin spares a laugh before he stomps down on Ragna's right arm, forcing his hand to jerk open in reflex. Jin kicks away his sword the instant Ragna's hold is relinquished.

"Now, now," Jin chides playfully-- eyes still wild, a smile replacing the scowl. He steps off his red carpet and kicks Ragna onto his back, and the movement alone makes Ragna want to never move again; everything simply hurts and the fact is both reassuring and frightening to him-- he can feel, so he is definitely alive, but he can feel, and he won't be able to stop. "There's no need to be so rude to me," Jin tells him, kneeling down at his side. "After all," his fingertips brush Ragna's cheeks, "I love you, Nii-san," he says, his voice low and husky with confession, and presses their mouths together.

Ragna doesn't dare to move a muscle with this temptation in arm's reach, he doesn't trust himself-- Jin is just as beautiful as he could have ever imagined, and it's entirely satisfying on a terribly selfish, terribly human level to know that he is loved, and completely-- even if it is a thoughtless, all-consuming love that refuses to take no for an answer, and Ragna can't say yes, can't ever say it, because Jin is still that guilty, avaricious, lovesick little boy who is undeniably his own flesh and blood.

"Nii-san," Jin murmurs against his lips, then imperatively: "Quit thinking."

Ragna tries, he honestly does his best to, shoves all notions from his head, because, hell, he knows better than anyone that Jin is so easily offended and emotionally volatile in this state-- Jin was the same way years ago, sneaking into his bed at thirteen to demand Ragna give him a 'grown up kiss.' This time, however, Jin is so much more impatient and less willing to use tears to get something that could simply be forced from him with enough--

Ragna is instantly whipped out of his reverie by the way Jin's eyes sharpen. He feels Jin's fingers tighten on his chin, but his honed instincts fail him; he doesn't even realize what Jin is doing until he's forcing his head backwards, and Ragna's head slams, hard, into the marble floor. Ragna's vision blurs from sheer pain as he gasps aloud, and Jin takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth-- his plan works brilliantly: suddenly, Ragna can't formulate a thought in his head.

Jin delves in insistently, so content exploring Ragna's mouth that he moans, sweetly, and the reverberation against his tongue makes Ragna just lose it-- his injuries are so agonizing that his mind doesn't try to dwell on them, not when there is something infinitely more pleasant to focus on. Ragna responds to that seeking kiss, and shit, he feels fucking terrible in more ways than one, feels just like he did back then with Jin's small, trembling body against him, whimpering just barely, "Nii-san." And no matter how softly it comes out, it is always a knife to the heart-- and Jin knows it is, he's so coy and clever how he hardly ever says anything but.

Jin relishes that he still has the capacity to wound him; between every kiss, Jin mumbles "Nii-san," until Ragna is so beaten and battered on every front that he can only twist his fingers into Jin's coat and press back against his lips fervently, thinking, How is it that you can still taste like pure vanilla, after all the things you've done?