Title: Hellspawn
Chapter: 13/?
Characters: Rin, Yukio, Mephisto
Genre: some-fluff, angst, hurt/comfort (insert genre here)
Summary: "You stink of Okumura-sensei, Rin-kun."
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it's purely fan made for fun... or tears.
Warnings: No beta'd, etc. cursing, anime!ver, brocon, start RinYukio. prolly ooc?

A/N: Sooo... ekhem, how I've fallen and I can't get up, friends. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter that's also (probably) Christmas present as well.

"Never borrow trouble, the payback's a bitch."
― Josh Stern.

Throaty, constantly shuddering breaths slowly roused Rin from sleep. Sounds of crumbing sheets coming from across the room didn't left much to wonder as to who was in that bed, probably having a nightmare of his lifetime.

But it made him aware that he felt quite cold and that it was too dark for it to be still day. Sighing, almost heavily Rin sat on his bed, facing window. Little specks of lights shone on the dark sky, silver moonlight kept on falling in strokes into their room and he knew that Yukio was prolly disgusted enough of him to not even try to wake him for a supper.

That thought stung but he only exhaled through nose, running hands over his still groggy head. Why the heck would it matter to him if Yukio would start to avoid him if neither of them were actually going to act on the bloody bond they shared? It was stupid. Kind of like five-year-old kid stupid, really. So... yeah he might've some ugly, unconventional dreams with his twin as the main protagonist in them but it didn't meant he was going to make them reality.

Yeah, that was it. They shared that stupid bond but that was it, nothing more. Thinking more about their situation, maybe it was a good thing to happen to them. If they were strong enough they'll get even closer to each other, emotionally speaking. Yeah, he could work around their bond – as a good older brother that he was. Especially that he certainly wasn't going to lose Yukio, not if his life depended on it. He just barely got the guy back, for fuck sakes!

Scratching at his dark-haired head he frowned when another wriggle came from Yukio's bed, he stood however when a throaty groan followed.

"Yukio?" he asked, squinting his eyes towards his brothers silhouette. In answer another groan was heard. "Are you having a nightmare?" he added, slowly stepping towards Yukio's bed.

From place where he stood he hasn't been able to see his twins face which was snuggling into pillow, hiding from prying eyes. Nonetheless as long as Rin known his brother, he knew something was wrong. With a quick, fluid move he reached for Yukio's upper arm to shake him lightly.

Another groan and then a shudder.

Now that was worrying, as Yukio rarely gotten sick. Not even trying to be gentle at least, he practically yanked other but once again without any response.

"Ne, four-eyes!" this time he said, loudly.

When he still didn't got an answer he finally pushed Yukio onto his back and promptly put his forehead over his brother's, a timely trick of checking for fever. And damn! He hissed under breath at almost scalding heat rolling off from Yukio. Damn four-eyes had a fever, of all times exactly now. No, it wasn't as if he never took care of his twin when sick, just it was such rare occurrences that he'd forget most of times that them getting ill was still a possibility.

With narrowed eyes and one more hiss he leaned back, frowning. What he was supposed to do now? Yukio was clearly ill and he briefly wondered if there would be any kind of medicine in this goddamn place, not that he'd believe there would.

"What I am supposed to do now?" he pondered, looking at Yukio's shuddering body. As if to check his brother's illness further he reached for hand but dropped it as quickly as grasped it – ice cold to the touch. "Damnit!"

A growl escaped his mouth, as he tried to remember anything that could help fight off the fever. Common sense... Common sense... Common sense! Yes, he was on a good trail so far. He knew he need to lower the fever, how...

"Nii-san—?"

In a blink he was crouching next to Yukio, who half-opened his eyes and was watching him intently. Seeing him at least to some degree concious he cheered inwardly that fever wasn't that bad yet, however whatever he wanted to believe in fled straight outta window when he saw his brother's eyes. Yes, they were glazed all over but that detail wasn't important at all because the red tint that seemed to shine from between teal irises made his throat go suddenly very dry.

At first he flinched but then something occurred to him - that maybe, just maybe this fever had something to do with Yukio's success with the candles? It was irrational though, right? It couldn't be that.

"W—water."

Yukio's hoarse voice cut through his trail of thoughts. He wanted water? Oh, yeah, that was it. Water to cool him off enough for fever to drop. Finally grasping the idea of fighting with fever, he stood onto his feet.

"I'll bring you some" he said, nodding – not that Yukio have seen it. Then as if instinctively he reached for crumbled sheets and pulled them back up, almost to his brother's chin. He remembered to do that much, and besides head that you could sizzle bacon on, the rest of Yukio was cold.

"Besides you're thinking way too much, four-eyes, it's finally got to your head."

A bit less worried, he turned on his heel and sprinted to kitchen. Once there he took two bottles of mineral water and glass but then he stopped himself. Wouldn't it be better if he made a cold compress too? With a silent moan on his way back to the room he also stepped by bathroom to pour water into bowl and took a small rag that was mostly unused by neither of them.

Once back in their room, well equipped like that he crossed the threshold between him and Yukio in almost blink of an eye, crouching next to his twin and pouring a bit of mineral water into glass.

"Yukio" he stated, lightly tapping his brother on shoulder, glass in other hand. "Water."

Yukio's eyes barely opened but he managed to drink it with Rin's help. Not that the position was awkward with Rin's arms holding him upwards as he apparently didn't have a strength to do any kind of movement on his own.

When glass was empty Rin grinned happily that Yukio compiled and de facto hasn't had that high of a fever. Still reeling in the feeling of pride he took his time, going back into crouching position, dipping rag into cold water. His hands chilled at the contact with liquid but thankfully it didn't take him long to wring out most of the water from it, folding it neatly afterwards. It felt nice to help like that, in the most mundane things – that always would remind him of their human heritage.

They migh've demon blood coursing through their veins but they weren't invincible.

Especially not their hearts.

Quite content with himself he put the rag on Yukio's forehead, smiling little. Unfortunately his smile slipped off once he realised that his twin was staring at him with such intense gaze that he felt as if he was trying to read what's on his mind. Now that would be a problem, furthermore he couldn't help the slow rise of heat on his cheeks.

Stupid!

Blinking harshly, he dipped his head down, standing.

"Sleep" he ordered, keeping his voice as steady as he could. His heart on the other hand racing like mad. "I'll be here if you need something, just call me" he added, pretty happy that it didn't sound as bad as he feared it might. With a long sigh, he trashed his dark locks and then turned towards his bed.

Sleeping was the last thing on his mind but he knew Yukio needed it, just like he needed him. Cursing inwardly, he lied down – facing wall and closed his eyes. Maybe he'd be able to catch some more sleep after all?

After taking another deep breath, he willed his heart to stop pounding in his chest. If it was that easy to erase the vision of Yukio's hungry stare from his memory too... then he wouldn't have to worry.

About himself.

Or rather what that look seemed to wake in him. Of course he never touched any kind of drugs in his life but he was pretty sure they made people feel similar wanton for things or people like he felt upon seeing his brother's eyes. Grinding his teeth together, he curled himself a bit tighter trying to think about anything else, anything really, just not Yukio.

But the damned idiot was turning in the bed across him, his breaths were coming off in harsh puffs and goddamnit!

Before he could stop himself he was stomping towards his twin, his shadow looming over Yukio's furrowed features like a hunter ready to strike his prey and the next thing he knows is his twins hand grabbing his shirt and pulling slightly.

"C—cold" muttered Yukio, half-stare wandering over him as if he was looking for something. "Stay—?"

Rin gulped loudly. "What?" he asked incredulously and blinked.

Yukio in a way of replying only tugged on his shirt again. "Warmer t—together."

With a sharp breath and by now wide-opened eyes, Rin was shaking. "What the hell, four-eyes?!" he burst out, raving. Million scenarios in his mind rolling around and making him blush and sputter. "It's not funny, ya need sleep! So go to sleep!"

Yukio's stare only seemed to become harsher. "I n—need you to w—warm me up..." he said through clenched teeth, shivering.

Rin was taken aback by that. "You'll be fine on your own! You don't need me—!"

"P—please."

Shutting his mouth, Rin gulped looking at Yukio. Yes, he was shivering and he knew it but this... this was madness. He couldn't do it, he might've lose it with his brother so close, in a bed, probably snuggled up together. His body was twitching, his tail wagging loosely as he tried to gather all the strength he had, taking a deep breath.

And then compiled.

It was like a faze, when he crawled across Yukio – for a second halting, his hands and knees on both sides of his twin, realisation settling in – but he managed to hold to his will. Tongue darted outside his very dry lips to moisten them as he raised bedsheets to settle next to Yukio.

Yukio almost instantly latched to him, desperately clutching to his shirt, head nestling in the crook of his neck and Rin could only gulp. This must've been some kind of a very sick joke, or maybe they just stepped on some god's toes and this was his punishment.

His heart was beating it's way out his chest and he knew Yukio felt it too, that damn detail made him so fucking angry because aside from how he felt in this very wrong situation, his brother wasn't even aware of anything that was happening – or how strongly he made him feel in this particular position.

All he could do, was trying to keep cool and wait until Yukio would fall asleep. With that in mind, he closed eyes, wriggling his arm around his twin's heavy person into a bit more comfortable position.

Silence filled the room, for a moment.

Until he felt Yukio's hair brush against his chin and his eyes flew open at that, it was even worse when sudden peck caressed his throat. Now this was getting out of hand. Whatever was going on in Yukio's head was wrong on so many levels – with him actually enjoying the motions his twin was making over his sensitive throat.

Willing himself once again, Rin's breath hitched when a nibble was made and that actually shook him out enough of his stupor to slightly move away from Yukio.

"What the hell—?" he croaked and instantly hated how his voice cracked at the ends. He was more than certainly not immune to that kind of stimulation.

But then again as he glared at his stupid clearly out-of-his-mind twin, the fire that burned within him roared with such insensitivity that he lost that last grasp over his demonic side. The switch went off and now his own red-dimmed eyes stared at the most precious person ever, wanting. The wanton was clear on both of their faces, he was more than sure of that – as he slowly leaned forward, his human side fading away more and more with each second.

As that one bridge was crossed, the other one burned, leaving ashes in it's wake – a hollow reminder of what it was once.

And somehow the distance between him and Yukio disappeared easily as he leaned forward to melt their lips together in a most-mind-blowing kiss he ever had. At first it was awkward smash of mouths one over the other but quickly became more languid and sure. There was pressure on one side and obedience on the other, half-closed eyes staring into the most handsome face he ever saw.

The kiss was natural even if sloppy a bit but it felt as if they were made for it, their lips fitting perfectly into each other's – even moving in a tandem.

The fire was constantly spreading, the wanton becoming unbearable and their lips parted.

More.

For a second, Rin wondered how was that Yukio could kiss like that, he didn't have any experience just like he hadn't either. Yet his twin would with such passion, pressing harder, making his body pulse with a raging need to touch and taste and... It never was this good, not even in his dreams.

Just as he made another dip to claim Yukio's lips, he suddenly had a flash of his conscience and remembered that this wasn't a fucking wet dream. It was real, oh so fucking real! His entire being stilled, rigid and so fucking much terrified.

What has he done? It was... it...

He pressed his eyelids together as if in searing pain, hissing and breathed out, trying to calm himself. He still felt the urge, the all-consuming fire that wanted more... and more but he couldn't let that happen.

This was bad enough already.

His eyes snapped open and he shakily breathed, Yukio seemingly finally choosing to fall asleep curling at his side. At least he had one problem less for now, but he really hoped his brother wouldn't remember a thing in the morning though.

Hopefully he'll be lucky enough, if not...

He groaned under breath, face burning, his body aching and shivering. This was bad. Plus his twin was using him as his pillow, shit. The worst thing was that he wanted to scatter as far away as he could, to hide somewhere where nobody could find him because he... enjoyed it far too much.

He was so fucking doomed.

And the most ironic thing about this situation was that Okumura Rin wasn't so sure if he really minded it. Because unbeknown to him, in the next seven minutes, he felt their mended flames sooth his torn morales as he slowly drifted into his first dreamless sleep in a week.

A tiny red thread that soundlessly entwined twins bodies shone in the moonlight, another strand appearing and braiding itself into it. Their bonding already started a long time ago and there was no stopping it, if they realised it or not.

It seemed fates decided to play with their lives for the one last time, laughing while Okumura twins slept soundly in the younger's bed.

Next day found Rin slowly nuzzling his face into a very familiar scented pillow. That smell, he knew it – that earthy notch that came with a breeze of fresh air and musk – it was definitely Yukio's but he didn't want to open his eyes, half-scared of what he might see on his brother's face.

However as much as he wanted to forget about the night, he couldn't. The memory of it was burned into his mind forever and he chuckled low in his throat, finally opening his eyelids.

As he figured Yukio was nowhere to be seen, the place he slept on long time cold.

Rin let his eyes blink few times at almost blinding sun rays that were falling through their windows. Subconsciously his tongue darted outside his lips, wetting them and then he continued to promptly blush over it. He remembered how chapped Yukio's lips were, but at the same time soft like cherry-blossom petals.

Fuck.

Not only week ago he hadn't kissed anybody, not even one girl and now? Now he was lusting after a guy, a GUY and his own flesh and bones, his BROTHER. How fucking sick in mind he was to enjoy the last nights almost full-blown make-out session?

And yet even that he had his doubts, his confusion – he woke up feeling far better than he had in ages. There was no painful tugs at his heart, there was no hidden fear in his eyes. Actually he felt rather good, happy and even content with himself.

Well, that was before he sat in the bed – sudden realisation coming over him that his throat kinda hurt (but he tried to massage the pain away) and there was a very sticky situation in his boxers. Groaning, he trashed his hair red faced.

More or less, after he stopped freaking out about the fact that he soiled his boxers while in the same bed as Yukio, he grumbled his eyebrow twitching. Well then, a morning shower was a must that day and he was going to do exactly that, as he stood up and stretched slightly – his tail curling in a tandem with his muscles.

When he dug out a quite usable trousers, t-shirt and blouse he took first better pair of socks and boxers and went to take a nice, long, morning shower.

The stings in his throat however were really a pain, as he massaged it over and over again on his way to the showers.

Once there he dropped his yesterday's clothes and stepped into warm stream of water, his muscles relaxing.

Of course, Rin would never say it aloud but he loved long showers and apparently this one was one of them. And no it wasn't as if he stalled his face-to-face with Yukio, nope.

After what seemed to be ages (even for him) he finally turned the water off and dried himself with a towel, which in the end landed on top of his head, partly obscuring his vision. He slowly put on his boxers, that hung low on his hips – the hipbones clearly visible and adoring his quite muscular stomach. With a sigh he reached for his trousers and t-shirt but before he tugged them on, he wiped excess steam from the mirror.

Five seconds later, he screeched – frantically leaning towards the offending item as if could erase the dark red spots from his throat.

"What—? is—? this—? Y—Yukio—?"

While his eyes were taking in all the gore of the bruises adoring right side of his throat he tried to catch a grasp of when and how and why... He was more than certain that those offending things weren't there last night. No, he wasn't sure, he knew it.

But then again, when?

He hissed at his mirror image blinking, a sudden surge of embarrassment coming over him in a flash, a very fiery rage only a step later.

Before he knew what he's doing, he sprinted downstairs where Yukio was probably sitting up, doing his god-knows-what, clutching his forgotten clothes with a very ugly feeling settling in his gut.

Without a word of warning he kicked living room doors open, wheezing a bit – a craze in his eyes – and he went straight for his twin, jumping at him with a murder on mind. Yukio who had his back to him, was promptly plummeted to the ground with a loud thump but scrambling back into crouch instantly.

"What the hell?!" burst out Yukio, his head in a very prominent state of a bed-hair. "What was that for?!"

Words however weren't exactly received as Rin was still a very red-faced both from anger and embarrassment. As if to point that out, he pointed at his own throat – finger drifting frantically all over the side. "What the fuck is this?!"

At that his brother stare became a bit colder, old mask slipping back. "A... hickey?" he half-stated, half-asked.

"A HICKEY?! A HICKEYS, FOUR-EYES! I HAVEN'T HAD THEM YESTERDAY!" he continued, now the other hand joining the first one in flailing around.

"Well, it's only your own fault!" shot back Yukio almost instantly, now also sporting quite a blush himself. "You should bloody know just as well what does your smell does— t—..."

He wheezed over his twins words, his hands shaking. "My fault—?! You've been the one to drag me into bed with you—!"

Oh god, he didn't meant it like that! Yet he felt as his blood pressure sky-rocketed, as his face burned and shit Yukio was now just as red faced as he was. Damnit all!

"I couldn't control it—! I felt like I was on fire, sorry for asking you for help!" Yukio spat, standing up, pushing his glasses upwards until a stray sun ray drifted across them. "Besides I remember-"

"NO" he growled, but it was more of a yell really. "Don't!"

Yukio's glasses flashed again and he was more than certain that he was not going to drop that any time soon. "I just felt like a—a payback was a right choice, considering everything that happened" he stated matter-of-factly, crossing his arms but keeping keen eyes on him.

And he gulped, his face contorting into a mocking resemblance of fear and confusion. "S—so you figured you'll give me a hickeys!" he blurted, not believing what was going on, and why the fuck Yukio was so invulnerable to it. "You do realise that what you did was so wrong on so many levels, don't you?"

And here it was, as Yukio's façade crumbled again, his eyes almost comically bugging out – his hair swaying with each words he spluttered next. "Well, like I said – you started it! I didn't try to make out with you in a middle of a night but then something stupid crossed your mind and you lost it... You..."

"Hey! I wasn't the one tugging at my shirt and mewling 'please... stay...' but you! I just tried to help you, you were burning the fuck up and I panicked, okay?!"

When words quieted and they gazed at each other, the world seemed to cease to exist.

"Oh, shit" cursed Yukio, turning away and tugging at his hair. A clear frustration in a most uncondensed form coming from him in waves. "This is so wrong— This is bad, so bad— Nii-san, just— I think..."

Rin steeled himself, ready for the worst. This was it, the last straw – Yukio was going to leave him. He didn't want that, he didn't want to lose him like that. And yet he couldn't say a word, just stand over there – still in his boxers only – and count the seconds until his soul will be broken forever, distilled into nothingness.

"I mean— Look at us, it's wrong. This bond is wrong and it grows – it's getting thicker, we can't let that happen. You know, I didn't want us to end up like this but I think we need to get out of each other's way— At least for some time."

Empty words engraved itself in his mind as he gulped but couldn't help but feel angry. His hand clutched the clothing harder and his jaw was moving on it's own. "No, I won't let you go Yukio. I just got you back, I can't— Please, don't."

Yukio shook his head sadly. "You know it's the right thing to do" he said with a remorse in his voice, then sighed. "How are we going to inform Pheles-san about— this" he added, waving hand between them.

He didn't care though and so he snorted, grinning. "We can't. We need to wait it up until the end of vacations."

A low-catcall whistle sounded just exactly second later and both boys jumped in shock, Rin actually staggered back – eyes catching a glimpse of a person they just spoke about – gulping. He however hadn't realised he was moving until he felt warm hands on his shoulder blades and caught a glimpse of a very cold-sweating twin.

He couldn't help his inner grin, it seemed that no matter what Yukio was saying the bond had the exact same effects on him, or maybe even stronger – seeing how flushed he became upon touching his bare skin.

"Yare-yare" sighed Mephisto, taking in the view before him and couldn't help his smug tone. "Things are going perfectly between you two I see, Shura-san was right" he clucked his tongue, as he let his eyes trail over Rin's state of clothe-less. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything."

Rin instantly shot back, his defences warding him off from stupidity of Mephisto Pheles or at least trying to. "What are ya doing here, clown?"

Mephisto's grin was sinister. "Oh, I'm sorry to bother. Once I'll notify you of the latest news I'll be outta your hair, so no worries Rin-kun, just be a little patient."

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

This time Mephisto chuckled, his tongue caressing his bottom lip. "Oh nothing, really" he said nonchalantly, but let his eyes trail down his protegee's silhouette. That was until he glanced back at the other Okumura that stood in the room, face-blank and silent. "I just wondered— Third base already, Okumura-sensei?" he added as if in afterthought, smiling like a Cheshire-cat.

Rin frowned. "What the hell are you on about now? Stupid fluff-clown."

Mephisto barked with laughter. "Calm down boys, it's fine I don't mind. I see where this" here he pointed between twins "is going. I am pretty disappointed that it didn't start earlier, would be so much more fun then!"

At that Rin gulped, suddenly not liking what was Mephisto talking about. "What do ya mean?"

Another chuckle filled the pretty much silent and tense room. "Your bond of course."

"What—? You knew about it—?"

"Of course" stated Mephisto, looking intently at Rin as he let his eyes trail over a fine chest the boy sported. "Since you were born" he added, shrugging his shoulder. "This kind of bonds don't just go away. They cannot be contained nor stopped and they grow on their own, even if you" here he pointed his umbrella at twins "wouldn't do anything then one way or another you'd end up like this. It's like a very fine perpetuum mobile, once the cycle starts it doesn't ends. However" he paused, mulling over his next words. "The fact that Okumura-sensei is trying to incarcerate me with only his sight does point out that there is far more to the two of you than just pure lust."

At that Rin shook his head in denial but glanced at his brother and shit, Yukio looked fucking wild – there was even a slightest crank of corner of his lip and a very visible fang.

"Not to mention that you reek of each other already. Especially you Rin-kun."

Rin shuddered at that comment, slowly paling as he remembered about the clothes he forgot to put on his persona, still how would Mephisto know how they smelled?

"What—?" he asked intelligently and he heard as Yukio groaned in embarrassment at his idiocy.

Suddenly their protector shifted through space, looming over Rin with a strange light to his eyes and took a one, good, long sniffle. "You stink of Okumura-sensei, Rin-kun."

Now that got a silent sputter from Yukio, as Rin shuddered under Mephisto's gaze.

"However, like I said I came here to deliver a notice" Mephisto spoke, turning on his heel and stepping around the room, shouldering his umbrella like some king of a weapon. "A notice of Okumura-sensei's court session with the Vatican that will take a place next week" he said, with a air of easiness over the topic.

"What? Why? He's innocent!" burst out Rin, his muscles tensing.

Mephisto glanced at him from a corner of his eyes. "Okumura-sensei became Satan's vessel for a second time now, they have a right to be cautious."

"But it doesn't make sense?! Why now, why not bef—re?" Rin stopped himself, realisation dawning on him and he sighed. "Great then."

Yukio stepped up. "I'll go then."

Mephisto smirked, rounding on the younger Okumura. "Of course you will, otherwise I wouldn't tell you to go. Ah— one more thing, they will expect you to come too, Rin-kun."

Rin blinked, confused. "What for?"

Mephisto shrugged his shoulders, pouting. "Have no idea. Now though boys" he added, smacking his lips into a grin as he eyed twins. "As much as I didn't want to bother you in your free time I need to say I wouldn't mind to watch you if you'd be interested."

Grave silence followed Mephisto's statement, as twins processed over the commentary and then two red-faces stared at him in an outrage.

"What the hell, you perverted-ass-clown! Get the hell outta here or I will kick you myself" raved Rin, more than ready to try and save the little conscience he still had.

Mephisto dared to wink at him. "We're all demons here, Rin-kun. That would stay just between us three."

"You're off your rocker man" he muttered back, a real fear seeping through him. "You make my skin crawl..."

"Ah, that kind tastes the best."

Rin opened his lips to retort or scream at that stupid ass-clown to get the fuck as far away from him as he could when the sound of a barely-contained sneeze was becoming louder. Before he could however call out to Yukio to conceal the freaking sneeze it was already too late.

Blue flames incarnated the very last (and only) cloth he was wearing and this time Mephisto barked with laugher, hardly trying to stop himself upon seeing the pure horror on his face. He felt as if the lasts of his pride were shattered as he slowly turned to face Yukio.

"W—why?" he croaked, sweating profusely – well knowing that his bare bottom was open to view, scorched front slowly slipping to the floor.

His twin was bright-red in the face, twitching but then he coughed into his fist and he... smirked? That goddamn four-eyes dared to smirk at him?

However as much as he wanted to kill his brother with his eyes, he was quite aware of his nakedness and snapped the hand with clothes over his crotch, other over his bottom.

"Third base, eh?" smirked Mephisto, still laughing but also ogling Rin. "I'll give ya that, boys. I'll be back next week, see ya then!" and with those parting words, he waved, sending a kiss towards Rin and disappeared in a puff of a pink cloud.

Rin felt cold but not shivering, quite the opposite he was livid. With a glare he rounded at Yukio, one hand pointing at him and sputtering. "What the hell was that?!"

His brother actually chuckled under breath. "Sorry, nii-san, couldn't resist."

"Did ye just—?!"

"Also you're flashing" added Yukio as if in afterthought, a real laughter slowly bubbling it's way out from him.

At that Rin snatched his hand back over his crotch, gritting teeth and lashing tail. "DAMN YOU, FOUR-EYES!" he roared, turning on his heel – stomping towards exit.

Just as the lock clicked behind him he heard a full-blown laugh going out in rivets from Yukio. Shit, he was so embarrassed and that idiot dared to laugh at him! It wasn't funny, as if... narrowing his eyes, he smirked devilishly – if Yukio was going to play dirty, so could he. And damn, the little conscience he had.

Fuck.

He was going to go all out on Yukio and now he was even more than motivated to win.

His pure, innocent twin just opened the literal Pandora's Box, and he was going to enjoy it even if it meant flashing him further until he'll beg him to come to him, like he did back in their room.