Here's the last bit. Still no idea why I decided to write this.
"What the hell was with that scream?!" Kuramochi demanded as he and the rest of the regulars came running. The second year stopped when he got to the door, nearly tripping on the unconscious center fielder.
Looking up, he froze at the scene before him, his jaw dropping and his face going pale. "R-Ryou-san," He said weakly, a greenish tint coming to his cheeks.
The rest of the regulars peered in and gaped at the brothers. For a while, everyone simply stared at each other before Eijuns' face became red in anger and he ran forward, nearly ripping the older teen of his friend.
"What are you doing to Harucchi?!" He demanded, shoving the third year to the side and untying Haruichi. Flushing at the state of dress of his friend, who was only wearing the too large button up that was halfway undone, he grabbed the blanket and proceeded to cocoon the first year.
Miyuki and Furuya both moved forward at the same time. Furuya slid onto the bed, crushing the small first year into his chest, resting his chin on Haruichi's head and glaring at the older Kominato who was standing up and straightening his outfit, which was the same as his brothers'.
Miyuki planted himself between his boyfriend and the pink haired third year, grabbing his wrists before he could attack. "Eijun," He said, giving the pitcher a stern look, "Stop."
"But he-"
"It won't do anything even if you punch him," Miyuki cut him off. "It'll just get you in trouble with the coach." The two stared at each other for a few moments before Eijun huffed and turned back to see if his friend was doing alright.
Seeing the pitcher wasn't going to try and attack the third year again, Miyuki turned toward said third year, folding his arms. "Ryou-san," He started, "He's your brother. Your younger brother. What the hell were you thinking?"
"I was thinking," Ryousuke started, stopping the camera that was pointed toward the bed and moving it to a safer location, "That we were helping my mothers' friend."
Everyone in the room stared, dumbfounded, at the answer. "How the fuck does you fucking your brother help someone?" Kuramochi demanded, taking a blanket from another bed and draping across the shorter males shoulders with a flush. Ryousuke grinned up at his boyfriend.
"Because," Haruichi said, finally wiggling out of the two pitchers' grasps and turning to the others, "She's trying to write something involving 'forbidden love' or something and needed inspiration."
"Our mother called and asked if we could record something to help get her creativity going," Ryousuke continued, "The exact words her friend used were 'the more sexual, the better.'"
"Your mother asked you to fuck your brother?" Kuramochi asked, "That's just messed up."
The older Kominato chuckled. "It's not like we even really did anything though. And hopefully she'll be able to work with what we got, seeing as how we were almost done anyway."
"Ryou-san," Kuramochi said tiredly, wrapping his arms around the shorter teen and dropping his head on top of the pink hair, "Please, just tell us next time." Pausing, he made a face. "No, scratch that, just never, ever touch your brother like that again."
"Jealous?" Ryousuke breathed, leaning up next to the short stops ear. He chuckled at the blush the other received and kissed the red cheek. "Don't worry, I'll always save the best for you."
Miyuki rolled his eyes and put Eijun in a headlock, leading him out of the room along with the others. "Come on. Practice is still going on, and coach is probably pissed that we're all missing it."
Haruichi turned and gave the fuming pitcher a kiss on the cheek. "I'm sorry," He whispered, "I should have told you."
"No more," Furuya said, pulling the smaller teen closer and pressing their foreheads together.
Haruichi smiled and nodded. "No more," He agreed, tucking his head under Furuya's chin. "No more."
There you go. Story is done.