"So? What are you waiting for? Did you not hear me? I said, take off your clothes." Ichimatsu placed his hands in his pockets as he remained in spot, blocking the bathroom door.

The way the younger sextuplet's eyes targeted Karamatsu, he felt like some sort of prey that knew the predator was about to consume him whole. Without mercy.

Could those stomach knots spell out any words? If they could, it would be a string of letters and kanji that told him to resist this. But at the same time, his brain was screaming at him to obey.

"Hey-" Ichimatsu continued. "I'm getting tired of waiting," he started to walk towards Kara.

"Ah! Ah! No, no, it's okay! I'm stripping! I'm stripping, look!" Karamatsu hurried in unzipping his pants and tossing them off.

"Good. For you. Because I would love to make this harder on you, but the more you comply, the better time you'll have," Ichimatsu moved closer, leaning himself against the bathroom sink's counter as he continued to watch his older brother dispose of his clothing. The apathy found him again.

Karamatsu didn't know what was worse when it came to Ichimatsu, really. Was it the apathy? Or the carnivorous monster? At least with the monster, one could easily tell what the fourth sextuplet was feeling, but the apathy? It could hide so many things.

"It's all right!" Karamatsu yanked his top off, dropping it at his brother's feet. "I'm doing it, see?"

"Repulsive." Ichimatsu hissed the single word, one eye narrowing more than the other as his twin now stood there in front of him completely nude. And yet, he didn't remove his sight from him at all. "But . . . I supposed this would be a good time to tell you."

"Eh?" Already Karamatsu had reached for the shower's knob, but that statement had made him pause with a bemused blink towards Ichi.

"You know I have access to certain information before other people . . . with my position."

"Ahah . . . well yes, that makes sense!"

"Right. So. On that thirteenth victim. They found your prints, hair, and a particle of clothing that belongs to you."

With that reminder, Karamatsu arched his shoulders up and turned his head down. How was all that possible? He knew he had not murdered anyone. He also could have sworn he was at work, too, when they stated the victim's time of death.

"What they didn't announce yet . . ." Ichimatsu noted, "was that they also found some semen on the body."

"EH!?" Karamatsu shot his head back up with wide eyes, his cheeks burning all over again. "How? HOW!?"

"I don't know . . ." Ichimatsu canted his head up as he crossed one ankle over the other. "The possible explanation is that you did some sick shit to the body either before or after you murdered him."

"NO! I didn't murder anyone!"

"That's not what it seems like."

"I . . . I know, but please! Believe m-"

"So, you know this means they are going to ask you for a semen sample," the words flowed from Ichimatsu as if he were merely speaking of the weather.

The look on Karamatsu's face, however, was as if he had just mentioned an 'F5' tornado in the movie Twister. "Oh . . . my God . . .," he dropped the words in English while slapping his hands over his face.

"And so I feel like it would be much easier to get that sample now." The apathy started to fade to the dominance of the smile. "And you should also feel that way too."

"Why, why, why! What are you talking about? I don't even know anymore!"

"This," Ichimatsu's smile was complete again as he took out a small vial from his pocket and dangled it in front of Kara's face. "Give me your semen sample now."

Karamatsu felt as if the floor was suddenly slowly breaking from under him as he stared at the vessel. Just as when he had been originally arrested for his apparent murders, he couldn't believe this was actually happening. "I . . ."

"Hm? Or would your rather wait until tomorrow to do it at the station?" Ichimatsu's grin became much more broad and sharp-toothed again, "Because who knows what kind of degenerate pervert may be watching you there."

With a literal gulp, Karamatsu took hold of the vial with a trembling hand. "And . . . and you have to be here right now? With . . . me? The whole time?"

"Yes."

That instant response of the single word was so dry and sure. Karamatsu bit at the corner of his lip as he continued to look into the small bottle as if it contained a poison he was being forced to consume. He seriously didn't know what would be worse. Ichimatsu had a point about not knowing if he'd be watched or not, and by whom, if he chose to provide this sample at the station. However, the alternative . . .

Once more Karamatsu felt a shiver claim his spine in the paranoia that Ichimatsu could read his thoughts.

"What's wrong?" The younger Matsuno stepped forward, away from the sink. "It's not like I haven't seen that before either."

"What!?" Karamatsu rapidly shook his head, "You haven't! You haven't!?"

"I have."

"What!?"

"Idiot. How many years had you slept next to me-? That's what happens when you're stupid. It's not obvious when it should be that I'm a light sleeper."

Osomatsu's kin color may have been red, but now that was the hue taking Karamatsu's face within a second.

"So. Get to it," Ichimatsu flicked the vial with his thumb and third finger despite it already being within his brother's grasp.

Only one hand of the second sextuplet clung around the jar now though. His other hand had to be free. It had to be unoccupied, as he needed it to complete the task for the flask.

With such uncertainty, Karamatsu's trembling hand took its time in migrating south. Until-until Ichimatsu's fingers captured his wrist and heaved his hand down to meet between his thighs for him.

"Hurry it up. I know this shouldn't take that long," Ichimatsu pushed the other's palm right at his crotch while staring him straight in the eyes. "You weren't slick all those times under that blanket. I've had to set so many pajamas on fire thanks to you. Well now- heh- Now we have something to capture all your foul c█ck snot in."

Those wretched tears. They took over the corner of Kara's eyes again as he squirmed, trying to dislodge his hand's from Ichi's. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry! I'll-" He bit at his lip, not being able to finish that confirming sentence of what he was required to do.

"Good," Ichi moved back to lean against the sink once more, re-taking his previous casual position with one ankle over the other, arms now crossed as he stared.

"Er-" Karamatsu tried to steady his hand from shaking, but it was no use. He slowly wrapped his fingers around his ███, hesitantly giving himself a single, weak stroke.

Even though Ichimatsu was watching him, Karamatsu could not look back in return. His eyes fell down to the stupidly fancy tiled floor as he gave himself a ███. A groan dropped from him, but it was not one of any sort of enjoyment.

One eyelid cringed upward as a third ██ was made, then a fourth, fifth, sixth . . . "Ahh! It's no use ! I can't get ███!" Kara practically cried as he only glimpsed back to his brother in order to give a pleading look.

"Well . . .," Ichi gave a careless shrug, "then I guess you'll be doing it tomorrow at the station."

"Er-Wait. Hold on. Do you have any p██n?"

"No."

"Really?"

"Really."

"O . . . kay . . ."

"Should I just move to the side a bit?" Ichimatsu's smirk directed more to one side of his face. "Let you see yourself in the mirror as you ███-you are in love with yourself, right?"

"Ah . . . well-"

"Here," just as he teased, Ichimatsu did side-step to give his brother a clear sight of himself in the mirror, the full-on image of him holding his ███ ███ in his hand.

"H-Hey, c'mon now. That's not actually . . ."

"Oh~ brother Karamatsu, what are you trying to say? That all these years you spent infatuated by the image of your own abhorrent face was really nothing but a facade? It really is no wonder then. That someone who can fake such a thing like that would actually be a relentless murderer underneath it all too. I think they call that the mask of sanity and-"

"Shut up!" Karamatsu whined further. "Jesus . . . all right-" he took a breath in proceeded to ███ his ███ over ███ again, this time a bit faster. Despite the increased speed though, he still felt as if becoming actually ████ was futile.

Karamatsu really did try looking at his reflection. For a second. Then that felt futile too. The tile had his eye's sight again.

The silence in the room as he continued to try and run his ████ over ████ was almost literally painful. Even though he was staring at the floor, Kara could still feel Ichimatsu's sight over him without skipping a second. He doubted he was even blinking with the awkward feeling gnawing at every organ.

Ichimatsu may not have been blinking, but he did, at least, move his lips again to speak. "This is getting irritating."

"Who are you telling-gr-"

"I don't want to be standing here all night. Hurry up."

"I'm trying!" Karamatsu ████ himself with ████ ████, but even that didn't help. "I can't get it up!"

"Well try harder!"

"I am!" With those words, Karamatsu ███ █████ so ████ that both his wrist and ███ started to actually hurt. "Come on, come on, come on- Please just get ███-"

"Ugh!" One of Ichimatsu's eyes started to twitch as his pupils constricted the more he watched the pitiful spectacle continue. "This is taking too long!" Acutely he pulled himself away from the counter and smacked Karamatsu's working hand seemingly all within the same second. "MOVE!"

And, without wasting another second thereafter, Ichi replaced his twin's grasp with his own as he █████████████.

"A-Ah! Ichi-Ichimatsu!" The red that had made its home over Karamatsu's cheeks so rapidly turned to crimson as he nearly dropped that sampling-vial. "What are you-"

"Shut up!"

Karamatsu shivered. Two different types of shivers. The first was because he actually felt terrified that Ichimatsu was going to bite his dick off with how sharp both his teeth and eyes looked at this moment. The other was because there was something ████ about the way that terrifying █████ ████.

The sensation felt ████. And even more than that, Ichimatsu's hand felt █████ ███ ████. Another ███ dropped from Karamatsu, but this time it was because of ████: A very unwanted ████. A cringe at himself fought against the ██████████████████. "Ich-Ichima-ah~!"

Ichimatsu barely had ████████ for long, but for the short half-minute, his ████ was more ████████████. His █████████. His ██████████████.

The ███████████ against the cringe.

It won and █████ as Karamatsu couldn't keep ███████████████ Ichimatsu's██████████████. █████ to ████.

"You're so nauseating!" Ichimatsu growled into his older brother's ear as he kept his ███████████ ██████████ without stopping for a single heart's beat. "Look how ████ █████ you are now!" He only changed his █████ ████ t o████ an even more ████████████████████ ████████. This instantly ██████████████████ from Kara.

At the sound of his own voice fluctuating in such a lewd manner, Karamatsu ██████ ███████ to steady himself. To freeze the ████████. Which failed. "Ah-ahh! Brother, Ichimatsu! S-Stop!"

"No-"

"Please stop!"

"No~" the word was repeated, but in such an opposite manner this time.

The reflection of Ichimatsu had also changed within the mirror. That light switch analogy replayed over in Karamatsu's head. Seconds ago Ichimatsu was looking like a rabid meat-eating dinosaur on a bad day. Now, he was looking like a rabid meat-eating dinosaur on the best day of its life.

The fact that Karamatsu had lamented for him to stop just encouraged Ichimatsu more. He not only █████ █████ █████, but now his █████████████████████.

Karamatsu could barely keep on standing. His knees struggled against his body's weight. His head started to feel light while everything else felt so heavy. The floor seemed just as unstable as Ichimatsu was at that moment. He slanted forward.

At that wavering, Ichimatsu did release that █████ █████ within his hand, but it wasn't for long at all. Instantly he instead grabbed onto Karamatsu's hips to keep him from falling, and so generously he anchored him over the sink counter. The same spot that he had previously been leaning against himself. "Now now~ don't pass out on me, older brother." Ichimatsu chuckled lowly within his throat and then positioned himself behind the other man.

That sort of laugh alone was enough to give Karamatsu nightmares for a week compared to being jerked off by one of his twin brothers against his will. "I-Ichimatsu . . ." Kara struggled to get comprehendible syllables out, "Why are you . . . smiling . . ."

"Why are you ████?" Ichimatsu so quickly returned a question as he grabbed hold of Karamatsu's █████ again, indeed feeling████████████████████. It only made picking up where he left off in handling him easier.

"Ah!" Karamatsu gripped hold of the faucet with his free hand while still clinging onto the ever-so-important flask.

"You're loving this, aren't you~" Ichimatsu arched himself over him more, nearly pinning him against the counter.

A breath was skipped from Karamatsu as he could not only feel his brother's █████ █████ so fiercely, but also the ██████████████████████. Rapidly he shook his head "No! No, no, no! Just stop! I'll-I'll finish myself off and-"

"Don't make me say it again-" Ichi pushed his weight, his trapped ██████, over him more to whisper the next single word that would fall from his lips into his ear. "No~"

Every part of Karamatsu withered and writhed from under the weight of his brother. He squirmed, feeling as if he was unable to sustain the sort of twisted physical fervor and high that Ichimatsu was causing him. It was bad. It was bad because it felt so luscious. It was bad because it was his own twin brother that was somehow, so easily, pushing him closer and closer to the brink of a ████ euphoria he had never experienced before with his own ████ or ████. "Please, please, please . . ." Karamatsu murmured, though not even sure himself as to what he was begging for.

"Ehh~?" Ichimatsu couldn't help himself. He latched his lips around the tip of Kara's earlobe. "Please, what? Just look at yourself-" He moved his other hand up along his brother's side, over around his neck, and then grabbed his face to force him to keep his head still so that he'd have to see how his younger twin looked mounted behind him in the mirror. "You adore this sight, don't you? Just think about it . . ." he gave a few short but stern shoves forward with his own ███. "What if I wasn't in my suit right now? What if I was ██████████████ like this?"

"N-No! St-stop talking like that!" Karamatsu harshly shut his burning eyes. "That's-"

"That's?" Those 'short but stern' shoves turned into ███████ motions as he ██████████ him more. "Disgusting? Wrong? Scary? Or . . . hot?"

Those laughs again . . .

A long, low sound fell from Karamatsu as he fought his body's need; as he tried to hold himself back from that █████ ████ that █████ to let go of.

"Ah . . . because the way your vile ███ is█████ in my ████ right now . . . it sure seems like the last of what I suggested. You really are . . . messed up, dear brother."

"No . . . no . . . I'm . . . I'm not . . . I'm . . . I'm . . ."

"You're what? Open your eyes. Look at us. Say it." A final brush along Karamatsu's shaft was given, and then Ichimatsu focused his ████████████████████, only █████████████████████ of that alone.

Just barely Karamatsu could pull his eyelids up, the tears claimed him again, but this time in such a different way than when he had been on his knees. He bit down on his lip so sharply that he didn't know if he'd bleed or █████ first.

████ . . .

That was what Ichimatsu wanted to hear too.

Karamatsu turned his struggled stare up from himself to his twin behind him only. The look he had in his eyes told him he had better obey. This was part of that game he had decided to start with him . . . "I'm . . . I'm going to ██-"

The heat, the █████ took over his words before he could finish. Ichimatsu took over his words before he could finish. "Motherfucker!" He yelled, swiftly moving his head from Kara's face to whip the vial out from his hold in order to promptly place it down where his other hand had been to catch that prized 'evidence'.

"Ah-h! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Karamatsu's whole body shook as his knees buckled and he battled himself to not fall further down.

"Gr-! God damnit-" Ichimatsu stayed in position another minute before stepping back. He held the flask up to the light. "I guess it's good for you that you ███ buckets-" he snorted and used his non-soiled hand to fish out the cap for the bottle.

A groan, much like the original one that came from Karamatsu that was not from enjoyment, sounded from him as he pressed both his palms against his red, burning face.

"Tch. I have to go get this in the refrigerator. Can I trust you to not try to murder me for two seconds if I leave you alone?"

"Huh . . ." Sluggishly Karamatsu only slightly stood up. He had to keep his hold on the sink faucet in feeling like he'd still just fall right over if he wasn't careful. "But . . ." His head hurt as he turned it to look at his brother. His neck hurt. That collar hurt. "But you're . . ."

With a still-trembling hand and red cheeks, he pointed down towards Ichimatsu's ████, the ██████, with a wobbly frown.

"Hm?" Ichimatsu gave a single, bored blink as he looked down at his confined █████ and then back to Karamatsu.

"Going to . . . f█p?"

"With you here? Don't be gross."