My Brother's Keeper

AU, TezukaFuji. As brothers, their bond was unbreakable, and as lovers, their passion was unending. But when a ghost of the past shows up to haunt Syusuke's perfect life, Tezuka realizes that he cannot protect his little brother from everything.

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A/N: Wow, two days. I must say I'm rather proud of myself for getting this chapter out so early. But the real credit goes to all my reviewers, as they say: 'A review a day keeps writer's block away.' xD. No, but seriously, thanks so much for all the reviews. I thought this story was going to get so wacky that no one liked it. And as promised, the rating is upped to M, and there is a long awaited TezukaFuji lemon (is still embarrassed.) I better post this before I convince myself to delete that scene.

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Chapter Three

My Possession

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They were not on Atobe's yacht, but Tezuka would be lying if he said that Atobe hadn't outdone himself this time. The Phoenix came equipped with everything: a serving staff of ten, a captain and a co-captain, even a stocked bar and a bar mistress who was at least five years older and looked like she was paid very good money to spend the day with not quite legal boys who weren't exactly interested in her.

"I convinced Shishido to open up the bar because I promised him no one is going to get trashed." Atobe announced, as he shot his own boyfriend, Oshitari Yuushi, a pointed look. "So if one feels tipsy, one should stop drinking, Yuushi."

"Who, me?" Oshitari smirked at him from the divan, absently sipping a sex on the beach, which he liked for the sake of its name and nothing else. "I'm hurt, I'm rather proud of my alcohol tolerance, Keigo."

Syusuke, curled up on another divan idly stroking Tezuka's stomach, looked genuinely amused. "Look, Atobe, Yuushi's going to love you no matter how much you..err, can't hold your alcohol." He stifled a grin, "...Right, niisan?"

Tezuka raised an eyebrow, "You're asking me because...why?"

"Well," Syusuke smiled at him, "If I was the one that got tipsy every time I had half a beer, you'd still love me, right?"

Tezuka gaged his brother's expression for a long moment, and then he took in Atobe's absolutely infuriated face, and Oshitari's very nonchalant one as he sipped his drink. He wondered how to answer without making enemies. At last, he settled on, "...Well, you don't drink."

Oshitari said, "Stop being a damn diplomat, Tezuka." He drowned the rest of his drink and placed the empty glass on the table next to him. "Just say yes, and get it over with, I mean...think about it, a horny Syusuke at your beck and call." His smirk widened, "Lovely, no?"

"Are you implying that ore-sama's horny and at your beck and call, Yuushi?" Atobe demanded, although with a red face, he didn't look so regal, "I swear I will throw you overboard."

"Do it." Oshitari's smirk was firmly in place still, "It's a nice day to go for a swim, don't you think?"

And just like that, Tezuka was glad that he was forgotten as the two of them carried on their banter. Syusuke curled contentedly against him, and laughed quietly. It was an argument that Oshitari and Atobe had all the time, but it never ceased to be amusing.

"Niisan."

"Yes?"

Syusuke's blue eyes flickered, and Tezuka thought back to yesterday. His first instinct was the gather the younger tighter in his arms. His younger brother had been in a great mood all day, but Tezuka was never the one to settle. But he was pleasantly surprised as Syusuke leaned up and nibbled his earlobe. His warm breath tickled, "Nothing. I love you."

Tezuka allowed himself a vague smile at that and kissed his brother's forehead.

Atobe ruined the moment by saying, "...Just look at them, if you were half as obedient as Syusuke, I'd have no problem doting on you."

"Who said I needed you to dote on me?" Oshitari smirked at him, "I'd think it's the other way around. But no one likes to dote on a high self-righteous brat, Keigo. I'm sure they've told you that."

"You're..." Atobe cut off abruptly, obviously seething, "You're insufferable, you know that? Ore-sama is not a brat."

Oshitari looked like he knew it, but he wasn't bothered one bit. He got up from the divan and took his empty glass with him, "Of course I do. I'll be right back."

Atobe glared daggers at his back. "Bastard."

"Atobe," Syusuke chided from his place on the divan, "That's not nice."

"Hell if it's not."

Tezuka felt a little sorry for him. He half got up too, except Syusuke caught his wrist and looked at him. "You can take care of it. I don't particularly like being around Atobe when he's angry."

"I resent that." What he really meant was 'fuck you', but Atobe Keigo had a proper upbringing. Perhaps too much so.

Tezuka left anyway.

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"I hate that you guys are perfect. It makes me sick."

It was just like Oshitari Yuushi to say something like that. He was born a cynic, and inevitably grew up a cynic. Tezuka walked a few careful steps and stopped beside him. Sometimes he wondered how the two of them got along, one endless dreamer, and one eternal cynic. "We're not perfect." He felt the need to say, "We just learned a few things."

Oshitari snorted, "Like?"

"Compromise." Tezuka said.

"You try compromising with Keigo."

To Tezuka, that sounded like a horrifying challenge. He quickly shook his head.

"No thanks."

The other boy snorted again and fumbled in his pockets for a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. Smoking was an on off habit for Oshitari Yuushi, and Tezuka knew that Atobe despised the habit. He watched as Oshitari lit one, and inhaled deeply. "But it's all right like this, he needs someone to argue with, and I don't mind doing it. Things are rather...stressful right now."

"For Atobe?"

"Yeah."

Tezuka said nothing. He knew of Atobe's various problems, but he never was stupid enough to delve too deeply into them. But Oshitari seemed content to talk and Tezuka let him. Tezuka paused a moment, and then looked at him again.

"So." Oshitari abruptly changed the subject, "Why did you follow me?"

"Syusuke's counseling Atobe. I just thought I'd be useless there."

Oshitari raised a skeptical eyebrow, "And?"

Tezuka sighed, "I have to ask you something."

His friend blew a thin wisp of smoke towards the sky, "...I thought you might, ask away."

Oshitari was also affluent and wealthy. Of course, he wasn't as wealthy as Atobe, no, but he certainly came from a well-to-do family, who gained their reputation by running of the largest security firms in the whole of Japan. A fact that Tezuka had disregarded until now. He'd never dreamed that it would come in handy, "...Could I ask you to run three background checks for me?"

"Background checks?" Oshitari looked surprised. He idly tapped the end of his cigarette and watched the ashes fall. "Sure. Why do you need them?"

Tezuka paused, "I'm curious about something."

"Oh?" Inhale, exhale, and another thin film of smoke left Oshitari's lips. "Who?"

"Fuji Syusuke."

Oshitari's eyes widened, "...Fuji Syusuke...as in...your Syusuke?"

His Syusuke. After the fiasco yesterday, Tezuka couldn't help but rethink that. "Yes, that's his name, before he got adopted. Find out everything you can before he came to live with me. And if you happen to find siblings, do a check on them too."

"Tezuka, what's going on?" Oshitari's brows furrowed in bother curiosity and concern, "I thought you said Syusuke was an only child."

Tezuka looked down, as if the fathomless blue of the sea held answers that he so desperately sought, "That's what I was told. That's what my mother was told, too. But...I doubt that it's the truth, that can't be right."

"Why? Did something happen?" Privately, the cynic in Oshitari crowed, he had been expecting something like this to happen.

"You'll find out anyway if you do the checks, won't you?" Tezuka said. He didn't want to talk about this, talking about this felt like betraying Syusuke somehow. Something he didn't plan on doing on any level.

"I suppose." Oshitari shrugged, he let the subject go and Tezuka was grateful. "Are you in a hurry?"

"A bit." Tezuka admitted. He had chased them off, and Syusuke had been firm, but there was no telling when his strange, foreign, unwanted visitors would strike again.

His friend seemed to consider, tapping his now dead cigarette against the railing, "Give me a week." With that, Oshitari deftly flicked his spent joint into the sea. "It'd cost you, but we'll talk about that later."

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Whatever Syusuke told Atobe, it seemed to have worked. Not that Atobe turned an one-eighty after, but he was certainly more bearable than he had been. The yacht docked at Hakkaido just in time for dinner and the four of them dined at the most expensive restaurant at the hotel that Atobe seemed too familiar with. He chatted with all the waitresses as if he knew them, and joked with the waiters as if they'd been buddies all their lives.

Tezuka and Oshitari were both very surprised at this turn of events, but Syusuke, placidly watching the whole scene with his head on Tezuka's shoulder, just grinned and didn't look shocked at all.

Syusuke popped shrimp into his mouth and licked his fingers, the action wholly inappropriate for such a proper setting, but very much Syusuke. "...Where'd you go earlier, niisan?"

"Earlier?" Tezuka blinked.

"When Yuushi disappeared and you disappeared." His blue gaze was ever watchful.

Tezuka could think of nothing to say. He took a long sip from his glass, but still drew an unfortunate blank. He mentally cursed.

Oshitari shot him an amused glance from across the table as he toyed with his napkin. "Oh, that?" He smirked, "Tezuka and I had a very brief, inconspicuous affair that lasted fifteen minutes, if you must know, Syusuke-kun." He winked.

Syusuke pouted at him, and Tezuka felt the other's arms tighten around his waist. "Well, you should stop having brief, inconspicuous affairs with niisan. He's mine." As further proof that Tezuka belonged to him and no one else, Syusuke buried his face in Tezuka's neck.

Tezuka wasn't sure what to make of that, yes, Oshitari had saved him from a very unpleasant confrontation, but he didn't have to do it...like that. He opened his mouth to utter a reprimand but closed his mouth again when he realized that Atobe was giving Oshitari a similar look, although it was notably more scathing and less endearing.

"Is ore-sama not good enough for you?"

Oshitari rolled his eyes and touched a hand to his glasses, "...I was joking." Although to think that Atobe would utter such a sentiment...he was pleasantly surprised.

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The two-bedroom suite was got up in the Western style and Tezuka watched his brother lie on a mass of satin sheets marveling at the ceiling, where a golden chandelier hung over head. "Niisan, the bed is nice. Come lie down." He patted the space beside him in invitation.

Tezuka was suddenly struck with a sense of deja vu, that first night when Syusuke had first come into his life. For no reason at all, he felt rather anxious as he obeyed, lying on his side to face Syusuke. He felt the slender fingers explore the contour of his face.

"Niisan is handsome." Syusuke smiled at him.

Tezuka flushed a little, in spite of himself, "Thank you."

For his gratitude, he was awarded a gentle, yet passionate kiss on the mouth, "You're welcome." Another kiss. "I want to stay like this forever. Will you let me?"

Tezuka did not hesitate, "Yes, of course."

Forever...he wondered how long that was. Tezuka held his brother and found himself hoping that forever was longer than tomorrow.

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It was night and Syusuke slept. Tezuka found that the sheets smelled too fresh, and the mattress was too soft, the room too warm. It was nothing like home. He sat up, like he had done the night before, but not so careful because the mattress didn't squeak. He looked at the boy beside him, with a soft smile on his face. Tezuka felt a sudden crushing love.

Syusuke was everything. His everything. Everything he had ever wanted, he had found it in this boy. Tezuka was going to be a fool if he allowed siblings that weren't even supposed to exist take him away.

Tezuka bent close, so that their lips were inches apart. He carefully kissed both corners of his brother's mouth, and then his jawline, and then down the soft curve of his neck.

He felt Syusuke shudder.

"Niisan...what are you doing?"

Tezuka paused, but didn't move his mouth away from where it was. "...I love you." Though technically that was not an answer.

"Yes, but--"

"Let me do this. Close your eyes again." From Syusuke's neck, Tezuka moved to the other's white shoulders, assaulting the porcelain skin with soft kisses. "Just let me do this."

Syusuke stayed still. His eyes were closed, like Tezuka wanted. He went back to kissing, he unbuttoned Syusuke's nightshirt with agonizing slowness and revealed his brother's flawless chest.

"Niisan..." Syusuke groaned, when Tezuka finally reached a nipple. He latched his lips on it, sucking slowly, until the sensitive bud turned stiff. And then Tezuka bit and Syusuke arched with a quiet gasp, making an effort to muffle himself by clapping a hand over his mouth. "..Why...are you going so slow?"

Because I'm afraid. I'm afraid that the moment I let go of you, you'll disappear.

But Tezuka's only reply was to move his mouth to Syusuke's other nipple and ravished that one too, with such excruciating slowness, that he drew out a low moan from between Syusuke's fingers.

"Ahh..."

The small whimper shot straight to Tezuka's own groin, but he refused to hurry. He made his way down to his brother's belly, and dipped his tongue gently into Syusuke's navel.

Which made the younger boy squirm. But he kept silent, except for the inevitable moans that sometimes left his lips. Tezuka stopped then, and lay his head on Syusuke's stomach. He heard the other's breath hitch.

Syusuke spoke, voice cutting into the silence, "...Why'd you stop?"

Because now you won't leave. You need me.

A pair of rather worn flannel pants covered the rest of Syusuke from the waist down. And a tell-all bulge jutted out between his legs, pushing relentlessly at the fabric. It pulsed, waiting for him, begging for him.

Yet still he did not move. When Tezuka did move, it was to crawl up Syusuke's body, slick with his own saliva and kiss him. Syusuke kissed back, although Tezuka tasted the tang of uncertainty on his tongue. Tezuka found that it was difficult to move with a similar bulge between his own legs, but he couldn't...yet.

He took his time, slowly, savoring the taste that he already knew so well. Syusuke's arms came up to wrap around his neck, urging him closer. The younger boy's hips rolled, desperate for a response. When he got none, the reddened lips broke away from Tezuka's own.

Blue eyes held things he wished he could understand.

"Niisan, what are you doing?"

What was he doing? Did he himself even know? There was no rational answer for wanting to rub himself all over his brother's body, and he was too tired to come up with one, "I'm..." Tezuka paused and threaded his fingers carefully through Syusuke's hair, "Just let me do this." He repeated, wondering why a guilty lump was forming at the base of his throat.

Because he's not yours to keep.

Syusuke didn't look any less puzzled, but he closed his eyes and nodded.

Tezuka slid down and knelt between his brother's spread legs, and gently slid the pants down Syusuke's legs, freeing the swollen cock. He lowered his head and lapped at the sticky whiteness dribbling from the hardened tip. The taste was slightly bitter, slightly sweet, wholly Syusuke.

"Niisan." Syusuke bucked wildly. "Hurry...up."

Tezuka continued, pressing his brother's hips down. His mouth was once against filled when Syusuke arched and he still took his time.

He's mine.

He wants me.

Tezuka's teeth caught stiff, sensitive flesh. He collected more pearly drops of white on the tip of his tongue, and then he released Syusuke's erection completely. "No. Turn on your side for me."

Syusuke did, his movements sluggish.

Tezuka lined himself up against his brother's very naked body, and rubbed their hips together. Their moans mingled, and one wall over, Tezuka thought he heard similar sounds. When he could stand it no longer, Tezuka tugged his own pants down to his knees.

He kissed Syusuke's earlobes, and gently pried Syusuke's hand from his mouth and replaced it with his own hand,

"Here."

Tezuka let his fingers dance about his brother's lips and Syusuke's tongue eventually came out to wet them. When his hand was completely coated, Tezuka reached back around and gently traced the puckering ring of muscle of his brother's backside.

"Niisan..."

He needs me.

He thrust in one slick finger, which the tightened walls immediately bit down. Syusuke exhaled sharply. Tezuka stopped.

"Keep...going."

Tezuka obeyed, this time he went deeper, and the warm heat that was his brother gave, just a little. He let the sounds that Syusuke was trying to muffle guide him, How deep to go, how hard to thrust, and when the moans were finally of pleasure alone, he added a second finger.

Deep.

Syusuke shuddered. Kept still and silent.

Deeper.

A muffled scream left Syusuke's mouth. His mind reeling, Tezuka bit his tongue hard to delay the inevitable. Hard enough to taste blood, blood mixed with the taste of Syusuke in his mouth. He curled both of his fingers. Syusuke screamed again. Tezuka knew that the sheets under him were damp.

"Niisan...please." A strained plea, "I can't..."

Not yet. It was too soon, but the tremble in Syusuke's voice told him that his brother wouldn't last. Nether would he. Tezuka hesitated, but pulled out his fingers.

Tezuka rolled over on his back, his own throbbing ache shamelessly full. There was a slight thump as Syusuke too, rolled over and watched him. To Tezuka's chagrin, both of Syusuke's hands were wrapped tightly around himself.

"Well?" Softly, a challenge.

One that he answered, as he pried Syusuke's hands away and held them. "Come."

Syusuke smiled, and his eyes were clear. He made short work of straddling his brother's hips. Anchoring both hands on Tezuka's chest, he raised himself up, his eyes never leaving Tezuka's eyes as he impaled himself on Tezuka's aching hardness. Syusuke forgot to cover his mouth and a low lusty moan escaped his lips.

"Ohh..."

Tezuka bit his tongue again. The intense heat, so familiar and yet perfect, was making his head swim. For a moment, he had to suck in a deep breath to still himself, Tezuka wondered if he would faint, "Syusuke. Slowly."

Syusuke's erection dug insistently into Tezuka's stomach, Tezuka relented and ran a finger slowly over the dripping tip. His brother moved, slowly like he asked, and Tezuka marveled at the look of utter ecstasy on the other's face. The look alone made Tezuka's own head dizzy as he lay there, rubbing his fingers idly against his lover's cock. A sticky pool was forming on his bare skin.

Lover.

Syusuke was his lover.

His.

No one else's.

"Mine." He spoke the word with surprising firmness and Syusuke's head lolled from side to side as he moved, his brother's eyes were hazy and dull.

"Yours..." His lover dutifully agreed, between quiet moans.

Syusuke belongs to me.

Tezuka sat up awkwardly and wrapped his arms around Syusuke's shoulders. He claimed his brother's lips in a sloppy kiss and his Syusuke also tasted like blood. He licked the blood from his lover's mouth and swallowed his lover's moans and screams.

One by one until Syusuke's voice was spent, reduced to a mere rasping gasp. Until Syusuke spilled all over his own hands, Tezuka's hands, and Tezuka's stomach. Until Tezuka's own seed dribbled down between his lover's thighs.

Mine.

Syusuke's captivating smile.

Mine.

His brother's gentle sweet kiss. Tezuka closed his eyes and allowed himself a small, but very contented sigh.

All mine.

"Niisan." Syusuke smiled, "I love you."

-

The next morning, both Tezuka and Syusuke met Oshitari and Atobe at breakfast with similarly disheveled appearances. Tezuka noticed that Syusuke had a reddish mark near his jawline. His brother's head lolled on his shoulder and Tezuka fed him a spoonful of eggs.

"...Well, it looks like the two of you slept well." Oshitari smirked.

But Syusuke only ginned sleepily, "So do you, Yuushi."

Tezuka realized that this was the first time that he had seen Atobe blush so furiously, both of his cheeks flamed dark crimson. Tezuka paused briefly to treasure the moment and fed Syusuke another spoonful.