Brother's Kiss (Reworked)

Chapter 2

Yukio clenched his fists, his knuckles turning pale as he edged slowly towards the door to the dorm room which both Rin and Yukio shared. His face was blank and like an empty page in a book. Earlier the book was filled with a burning desire, writing of unfamiliar temptation illustrated with lustrous images, yet now it showed nothing. Yukio stared at the door. He knew his passion and desire was present in the room, in the form of his brother. Yukio shivered again as he reached for the door handle however, finding the strength, he pushed it open.

"Ah, Yukio!" Rin called as a big grin leapt onto his face and he began to scratch the back of his head. "There's food in the fridge for you," The older twin continued. A blaze of light left Yukio's glasses, revealing his turquoise eyes as he sat at his desk.
"Thanks," he replied. He allowed a small smile occupy itself on his lips before letting his melancholy expression back onto his face. Yukio remained silent for a few minutes restarting a war in his head.
"Why, why must I like him? I chose to exorcise demons, not lust for them. Now I'm letting demonic urges take over my mind - but, he's just so damn attractive to me all of a sudden."
Yukio was trembling but Rin failed to notice his brother's feeble posture and the infrequent shivering.
"I guess I'll go have a shower!" Rin announced ignorant of the other's state. Suddenly Yukio's eyes widened, He grabbed his hair and bit his lip unsure what to do about the illustrations creeping in his mind. All he could see was Rin's well sculpted body, soaked in water which appeared to steam off his body. He imagined Rin's wet hair, draped perfectly over his blushing face before think about his...
"No!" He shouted, his internal conflict resulting in an external release.
"Why not?" The raven-haired boy replied, deeply puzzled by his brother's sudden exclamation and the tortured tone in his voice. Yukio stood up, towering the smaller brother but his face obscured by a shadow.
"S-Sorry," he muttered softly and tried to overlay his desires.
"What's up?" Rin asked, worried about his brother. Yukio remained silent and looked away from the subject of his yearning
"Answer me!" Rin insisted, but it was useless. Yukio was taken away by the seductive pleas in his heart and he slowly began to edge toward his confused brother. Rin slowly edged back before falling lightly on his bed. Before long Yukio was right in front of him and slowly began to lean over and tilt his head. Rin felt his brothers lips push against his, they were warm and sweet; they were Yukio's. Slowly Rin opened his mouth allowing Yukio to take the lead. The two tongues danced around one another, making both parties feel warm as they felt the ecstasy of the kiss take over. Crimson blushes met both of their faces as Yukio forced his whole tongue into the older twin's mouth. Rin began to moan in his brother's mouth before pushing him away for air.
"Y-Yukio," he panted, as both of their tongues rested slightly outside their mouths, connected by a thin thread of saliva. Rin could tell kid brother was embarrassed from the ashamed expression on Yukio's flushed face.
"I took this far enough," Yukio whispered, removing his grasp from his brothers broad shoulders as he left the room to go into the bathroom.
Rin was riddled. His brother had never been this way before. He's never had such feelings for him either. He glared into space, tasting his brother's saliva on his tongue, craving the ecstasy he had just experienced. He remembered exactly how his brother's tongue felt, every movement and the way it felt as their tongues tangoed with one another.
"Yukio…" he thought to himself as he slowly laid his head back down against his pillow and almost immediately dozed off.

"Nii-san…" Yukio thought, as if he was responding to his brother's internal call as he gripped the sleeves of his shirt and embraced himself. Yukio stared at himself in the mirror but immediately looked away. He couldn't help but notice his rose stained cheeks and he hated it - he hated that he lusted for his sibling; he hated himself...