Title: Brotherly Love
Pairings: Fujicest, Mizuki/Yuuta
Rating: strong PG-13
Written: 12/4/04
Summary: Just how much does Yuuta really love his brother?
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT, but oh how I wish I did. I would be the happiest person alive to own such shininess. So don't sue, because I have nothing.
It had started with barely a touch. A soft brush of fingertips against his shirt. A soft exhalation of breath that had ghosted against the back of his neck. He felt his body stiffen slightly with anticipation. Slowly a hand caressed his hip and pulled him flush to the body behind him. That hand then slowly snaked its way up his shirt to play with his nipples. A shock of pain caused him to let out a gasp as his nipple was pinched. His gasp was quickly followed by a groan as the other hand began to trace designs on his inner thigh.
He reached up and placed a hand on the hand that was playing with his chest. The skin that greeted his fingertips was silky smooth. The light warmth of the hand felt that it was searing his flesh with its touch. He turned himself to see the person who was eliciting these feelings from him. The lightly tanned skin that covered the man's chest was flawless. He brought his hands up to feel the sight before him. The chest was soft and smooth, yet he could feel the firm, hidden power of the muscles that lay just beneath the surface.
Raising his gaze up to the man's face, he was greeted with a soft smile. A crown of slightly mussed brown hair couldn't hide the brilliant blue eyes that gazed back lovingly into his own. Slowly the smiling face lowered to his and the other man's breath ticked his lips with its exhalations. He felt his breath quicken and his lips were soon captured by the man's. The kiss's soft pressure sent jolts through his body.
He wrapped his arms around the man's neck and opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. He could feel the chuckle that vibrated through the other man's body at his actions. Hands roamed over his body leaving trails of fire in their wake. He felt more alive in this moment than he ever had before. When those hands guided him backwards, he complied eagerly, wanting to know what would happen next. The sheets beneath him were cool and the feeling of them against his hot, naked body made him gasp.
The sensations that the other man was drawing out of him were feelings that he had never experienced before. The only things that he was truly aware of was their hot flesh rubbing and sliding over each other, the soft pants and cries that were being teased out of him, and the absolute rightness of the situation.
A slight blush stained his cheeks as he stared once again at the man that had managed to bring him out of his shell. The man who was still looking at him with love in his eyes. He felt tears fill his eyes at the emotion that he felt. The other man's head bent down and licked off a tear that had managed to escape his eyes. Once the tear was licked away, he brought his mouth over to the side of his face. The man licked from his neck up to the base of his ear, causing him to shiver in delight.
"Saa, Yuuta," the man's velvety voiced caressed him with a whisper. "Let me hear you scream."
Yuuta sat up in his bed with a slightly muffled shout. His breaths coming in large pants. Yuuta's hair and clothes were damp with sweat. He ran a hand through his already mussed hair in his attempt to regain control of himself. The darkness of the room gave him a perfect to compose himself. It was especially lucky for him that his roommate had left for the weekend to visit family. After all, how would ever be able to explain that dream to him, or anyone really? Feeling his breathing returning to normal, Yuuta began to feel the after-effects of his most recent dream.
He scowled to himself as he picked out some sweatpants and shirt to wear. He wouldn't be able to go back to sleep for a while yet. Especially after having that dream again. Ignoring the brief shock of pleasure that went through his system while pulling on his sweatpants, he left his room in search of something to occupy his mind.
Yuuta was thankful that the lights in the hallways were kept on low during the late hours of night and early hours of morning. It wouldn't do for him to cause a bunch of noise and alert anyone of his prowling. Though Yuuta didn't have any specific place he was heading towards, his feet led him to the dorm's weight room.
The weight room was dark at this ungodly hour of the morning, as everyone else was asleep. With a quick flick of his wrist, Yuuta turned on the lights. The bright light that assaulted his eyes caused his scowl to deepen as he stepped into the room. If he couldn't sleep, he could at least train so that he would be able to beat his aniki. Ignoring the still uncomfortable feeling in his pants, Yuuta set about beginning to train.
It was all his fault. It was Syuusuke's fault. If he hadn't looked up to his aniki soo much, everything would have been fine. That had been the reason when he was younger that he had gotten picked on by so many of the older kids. Sure it hadn't helped that was a quiet shy kid, but it was really his devotion to his older brother that had gotten him in trouble. Syuusuke had been like a super-hero to him. The one thing that he would have caused him to deal with anything as long as he could have been allowed to be near his older brother. His own aniki.
He was, after all, the reason that he had started to play tennis in the first place. To be near him. To be with his beloved older brother. Sharing in one of the things that he loved most of all. And they would always play together. Just the two of them. Sharing those moments of sibling bonding. Those were some of his happiest memories.
Yuuta put down the weight that he had been lifting and rested his head in his hands. Things had been so much simpler when he was young. But everyone had to grow up and the beginning of secondary school had been that moment for him. Losing his own identity to being only Syuusuke's younger brother. Considered more of an object than a person.
Yuuta let out a soft growl at where his thoughts were leading him. He rose in a rush from where he had been seated and headed out of the weight room. The room was once again returned to its previous undisturbed darkness as Yuuta left the room. Yuuta scowled more than ever as he stalked down the corridors back to his room. After grabbing his racket and a ball, Yuuta once again left his room, only this time he headed outside.
The air was crisp and cool as he stepped out of the heated building. A slight shiver worked its way through his body as he walked over to the single-person practice area. His raquet was clutched tightly in his left hand as was walked to infront of the wall and served. The sound of the racquet strings and the ball colliding were therapeutic to Yuuta. Yuuta let the familiar rhythm of hitting the ball relax him as he once again began to think.
Everything was always so clear in tennis. Perhaps that was part of the reason that Syuusuke, and now he, enjoyed the game so much. All you had to do was return the ball. Yet sometimes the balls that are returned to you were just so difficult to return.
Everything had been fine up until puberty. Then the rules of the game had changed. Life had hit him a ball that he just couldn't return. Well, he could have returned it, but there would have been to many repercussions had he. After all, Syuusuke was his brother. His beloved aniki. His beloved. His, and only his. He hadn't understood why his younger brother had stopped wanting to take baths with him. He hadn't understood why his younger brother had stopped talking to him and instead just looked at him. He hadn't understood why his younger brother had to leave Seigaku in order to form his own identity. He didn't understand how much his younger brother loved him. Why he had to prove himself to his aniki, who had never demanded it before.
Yuuta hit the ball harder. His aniki didn't understand anything. His aniki didn't understand that if he stayed he would have fallen. Fallen even further into his addiction than he already was. Fallen even more into sin than he already had. Couldn't his aniki see that he had left for his survival? Had he stayed any longer he would have been burned by the brightness that was Syuusuke's light.
Yet even if he did somehow did understand, he would never really know the true depths of Yuuta's love for him. His absolute devotion. His true love with his one and only brother. A love that would leave him damned in hell. A love that could never be mentioned. Never be thought about.
Were he to ever find out, Yuuta knew he wouldn't be able to bear it. The false smile that he would put on when they would meet to cover up his disgust of his younger brother. The smile that he would give to strangers. Not his true, love-filled smile that only a few were privileged enough to see. That was if he still acknowledged that he had a younger brother.
So the only way that Yuuta could stay sane was to be as far away from him as possible. As far from his guiding star as possible until he could prove himself. Prove himself as person worthy of Syuusuke's attention on his own. Prove to himself that he could beat his aniki and all the emotions that he brought out of him.
Yuuta's hitting of the ball became more forceful with each stroke. And with each contact of the ball and raquet, a single word escaped Yuuta's throat. The phrase 'I will beat you aniki' reverberated through the court as the ball flew back towards Yuuta for his last stroke. Gathering all his power, Yuuta swung.
The ball bounced to a harmless stop behind Yuuta as he stood staring at the racquet in his hand. The racquet slipped out of his nerveless fingers and clattered to the ground. Yuuta closed his eyes as he felt his buckle under him. Faintly, he thought he heard his name being called, but Yuuta dismissed that thought. After all, he still wasn't strong enough yet to defeat his aniki yet.
Mizuki rushed over to the collapsed form of Yuuta. He had thought he heard someone out at the courts and had come to investigate. The sight that had greeted him had been Yuuta shouting that he would beat Syuusuke and then collapsing. Mizuki brushed Yuuta's hair out of his face. The feeling of Yuuta's warm forehead brought a small frown to Mizuki's face. Picking up the collapsed boy, Mizuki headed back inside.