Resisting the idea of staying another night in Senri's penthouse was too difficult, predictably. Well, physically impossible, since Raha's already weak protest was met with a roll of pale eyes and – to the amusement of Shtola and Rahm who turned up at the end of their shift and patiently waited by the bar for them to finish cleaning up the bar – their boss unceremoniously picked him up and marched off toward the elevator. Only on the way up his pouting was disturbed by the news that – opposite to what he thought – his twin brother was also staying there... if seeing Senri's smirk as he told him that, he refused to ask what got him so amused.
Frankly, he had enough imagination to guess and considered the mental picture it caused deleterious to his sanity, thank you very much.
Besides the fact that it made it difficult to clear his head, Raha did very much like Senri's place. It would be impossible not to, really – especially while his aching feet appreciated already its proximity to his workplace alone.
Situated at the top floor of the same building as Seventh Heaven, and despite being quite as luxurious as the restaurant, it was also surprisingly cozy. The elevator that zipped between the two opened up to the short corridor that led to the spacious living room that was both the entertainment center and Senri's private version of his office. A decorative partition separated the sitting area with massive leather sofas arranged around the glass table from the kitchen – which, Senri with a disarming grin admitted, wasn't used. An aisle covered by black marble was implemented into the partition between the two rooms, with tall barstools on the side of the living room and drinking supplies stuffed under it on the kitchen's side. Raha wasn't that surprised to learn that both massive fridge and cupboards – all in matching most of the interior black – hardly contained anything else than drinks and snacks, especially when he learned that his lover had no clue about cooking.
And if he was being honest – at least with himself – it made him itch whenever his gaze strayed toward an otherwise wonderfully equipped kitchen. And explained some of Senri's incessant fawning over pretty standard dishes during the weekend the gorgeous male stayed at his place.
Raha loved cooking, courtesy to their Mom firmly believing that being boys didn't excuse him and Damon from learning everything that she learned as a girl. She told them that when she was little, in the house of their grandparents it was different and showed them an example of their Uncle as caution. Not that Uncle Adam was a bad person by any means, as he was a cheerful man who loved to play ball with them whenever he visited, but he did lack basic survival skills – while growing up their Mom was required to learn and do things like cooking, cleaning and everything else concerning household duties around herself and her brother.
When he rented the apartment he lived in now after college, he did very much appreciate all those lessons. And he had enough imagination to guess that this being – as he was told with a gorgeously goofy grin – Senri's first place after moving out of his parents' home staffed with cooks, maids, and such... Well, it was more of a surprise that other than a cooking bit, he did behave like a mature and well-adjusted adult for being raised in such an environment.
Other than the living room and the kitchen, there was also, of course, Senri's bedroom situated right to the kitchen and guestroom on the left, both closed off by sliding doors carved in gold and silver swirls and both with separate adjacent bathrooms. If he doubted that guestroom's bathroom was as massive as Senri's or also had – as he knew now – a freaking jacuzzi in it.
Admittedly, if asked, he would say that he liked Senri's bedroom quite a bit more than his apartment – and estimated they were about the same size. Not only for the kingsize bed covered in black silks – which was far more comfortable than his own, especially for two, accounting for his lover's size – but most of all for Senri's 'gaming' center and a wide variety of games occupying a sizable portion of the area beside glass doors leading out on the spacious balcony that spanned the whole of the penthouse. And while he didn't have an occasion to explore – or dared, frankly – Senri did quite cheerfully inform him that on the said balcony was also a staircase that led to the top of the building situated quite a bit higher with a terrace, equipped in a separate bar and barbecue equipment, and pool.
„I moved here three years ago," he was told the next day over breakfast – ordered from a catering company in the same building that probably earned a fortune on the lack of Senri's skills in the cooking department. But despite the mounting itch – especially considering that food was rather on the unpleasantly fat side lacking nutrients he was more used to – Raha kept his mouth shut, mostly picking on his plate. At least the coffee was amazing – thanks to the fact that Senri's kitchen did have a built-in coffee machine that probably by itself cost more than his apartment... and so many options he got dizzy swiping through the digital menu. „You don't like the food, babe?"
Seated by the aisle in nothing more than his boxer and borrowed from Senri shirt, Raha winced, apparently caught mostly pushing the pieces of slightly soggy fried egg about his plate.
„It's just... Um..." he sighed, shrugging as he set the fork down, then scratched his chin looking toward his lover's pretty similarly still barely touched meal.
„I know," Senri snorted and shook his, before moving both plates to the other side of the aisle. „I think either this weekend spoiled me with your cooking or simply made me realize how bad this is..." he frowned, considering something, then beamed and before Raha knew what happened he was picked up from the barstool and had only a moment to snort before Senri – dressed only in black sweatpants – sat down on one of the two sofas and reaching around him now in his lap, soon put his phone in Raha's hands before pulling him to lean against his chest. One look at the screen was enough to realize his intended goal and the redhead snorted, sending him an arched stare before swiping through the extensive menu of an app offering a home delivery of groceries. „Just pick whatever, okay?"
„Should I consider it a compliment?" He asked, if carefully keeping his eyes – missing the lenses currently in Senri's bathroom – on the device, while feeling his face heat considerably when his lover nodded eagerly, then looked over his head, wrapping his arms around him.
„Very much so, babe. I'm thinking of it as an undeniable perk of having a boyfriend that can cook like a dream," Senri stated matter-of-fact, and chuckled fondly, perhaps noticing how much hotter – and likely redder – Raha's face went. „And looks like one, too, especially in my clothes," that was purred beside his ear, while his lover's hand pushed under said material while climbing on the inner side of the redhead's thigh.
„Sen..." he started, then trailed off to a choked moan and closed his eyes when Senri's big, hot hand curled over his crotch and his cock reacted to its pressure with undeniable enthusiasm. His hands clenched around his lover's phone, shaking as his head dropped against Senri's shoulder and his ears twitched with the deeply mischievous chuckle against them.
„Focus, babe," his boyfriend asked sternly, then nipped the sensitive shell of his ear while simultaneously pushing his legs – folded and braced on the seat beside his hip – apart and slowly stroked his quickly swelling flesh over the material of his boxers. „You don't want us to starve, hm? And our brothers would sure also appreciate breakfast..."
That made his eyes snap wide open and shot toward the closed door of the guestroom, and he... undeniably got more fucking turned on than the idea of not being alone and getting potentially caught like this warranted. Yet... he didn't push Senri's hand away – as he should! – but as requested focused on the phone, trying to ignore the pressure of his lover's dick rapidly thickening with arousal as heavily as his own under his palm. It became even harder to focus when Senri's other hand slid over his back, then under both his shirt and the redhead's boxers, and using both his position and his body's embarrassing readiness from the morning roll in the sheets before shared shower, he pushed two of his long fingers inside him and with mind-numbing precision curled them just right to make Raha's spine shot straight.
„Focus," Senri purred right in his ear again when he nearly dropped the phone, arching in his arms with the feedback of the dual sensation. And he tried, whimpering through his clenched teeth as his legs by themselves pulled wider apart, and his lover took that for permission it was, pushing his left hand under his boxers too, and stroked his cock in a rhythm of his fingers sliding out and inside him.
Enough said, he never in his life picked the ingredients quicker! Likely far too much... before he dropped the device after pressing 'pay' on the sofa and was rewarded with a deeply satisfying kiss. More like eaten alive by Senri's smirking lips when Raha shifted further sideways and wrapped his right arm around his neck, letting his lover's mouth feed on his moans. And he did, time and time again bringing his trembling body to the edge until Raha without a care rocked between Senri's hands, his muscles pulled taut with overstimulating sensations. His lowered ears stuffed with his wild heartbeat getting louder with every raspy growl tumbling down his throat from his lover's sandpaper tongue made him completely miss the delicate ding of the elevator, though.
Honestly, he only realized that something was very wrong when Senri out of nowhere completely froze up – stopped breathing too – and then his head snapped up as fucking quickly as his hands pulled back. Raha's dismayed hiss was cut short, when panting raggedly his gaze automatically followed the sudden noise and his eyes grew into saucers swallowing his overheated face at the sight of intruders... gawking right back at him like at a ghost – at least.
Seemingly frozen at the threshold of double doors separating the living room from the corridor leading to the elevator, quite a tall woman with long pearl-white hair and huge golden eyes – and with her mouth forming a pretty wide O – stood beside a distinctively much older version of Ares – down to the sky-blue shade of as shocked eyes... and as understanding sank in while his eyes snapped between the two, Raha felt all the blood drain from his face. And as if to make matters even worse... an extremely suggestive noise hit his ears from the direction of the guestroom and if possible his eyes grew even wider.
„Um..." Senri finally broke the silence, clearing his throat very loudly... not that it did anything for the noise, and then wrapped his arms around Raha's back when he whimpered and hid his face against his lover's shoulder, torn between laughing hysterically or – probably – whimpering with mortification. „Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad... What are you doing here?" He said, shifting to sit straight while at least trying to pull the bottom edge of his shirt further over the redhead's legs, which only made Raha pray the ground would open up under him, realizing what it must have looked like.
„It is Senri," he heard a partially astounded and perhaps mostly amused male voice... if barely over the deafening female gush.
„My baby! Oh, gods... Who's your boy? He's so cute!"
Yup, please kill me now...
Raha took a deep, steadying breath, then another, and finally lifted his head, utterly red and mortified despite the sight of a blinding grin on the woman's face. Dressed in an elegant white dress, she took hold of her companion's arm and pulled still gawking male toward the other sofa – across the glass table – and perched on it, never taking her shining eyes off him. Making his face only get so much fucking hotter Raha felt lightheaded, tossing a desperate look toward the door of Senri's bedroom over his lover's shoulder and wondering what would make a worse impression – staying as he was or running for cover.
...all the fucking while accompanied by the noise suggesting his brother was very busy getting screwed into oblivion by Senri's brother...
„Ares left us a message he would be staying with you for a few days," the man replied to Senri's question, calmly taking the seat beside his wife, if undeniably amused as his eyes darted toward the guestroom's door, and back... and Raha facepalmed, groaning. „Hence when we walked in, I thought... Well, wouldn't make much more sense, but..."
„Shush, you're stressing poor thing," the woman clapped her hand over her husband's thigh, then again beamed when he peeked through his fingers.
„Umm..." it was all he managed, thankful that at least it completely killed his arousal as he shifted his legs off the edge of the sofa, tossing another desperate glance toward the bedroom.
„This is Raha Redsun, my boyfriend," Senri announced proudly, then snorted and started laughing at his glare, if noticeably trying to calm down as he pointed toward the couple. „And like you probably guessed... My parents, Nyx and Cassiopeia Mielue, babe. Give us a moment to get decent," he chortled, then picked him up and headed toward the bedroom.
„I... n-nice to meet you," he stammered, peeling over his lover's broad shoulder, then exhaled deeply only after the sliding door closed behind them and Senri snorted, setting him down on the floor. „Oh, my... fuck..." he groaned, rubbing his completely too red face.
...and paled, freezing as he remembered the lack of lenses.
„Get dressed, babe," his lover delicately wrapped his hands around the redhead's shoulders and turned him, then walked him toward the bed.
„...my eyes..." he muttered, cringing.
„Are gorgeous, Raha," Senri sighed, amusement gone as he forced his hands down after turning him toward him. He wrapped his big hands around Raha's face, then leaned in and pressed a quick kiss on his lips, then on his nose, and sent him a big, gorgeous grin when Raha's hands hesitantly wrapped around his lover's wrists. „I love them, babe. So very much, I swear. As much as the rest of your insanely adorable self, okay? But..." he snorted, then chuckled and soon laughed helplessly as he pulled back and sat on the edge of the bed. „...did you see their faces?!"
„...not funny," he muttered, but even while his heart jumped, swelling painfully, Senri's laughter was infectious and despite the mortification, his lips twitched and tail swiveled with hesitant enthusiasm. Because thinking objectively... He snorted involuntarily, remembering the shocked faces of Senri's parents, and slammed his hand over his mouth when something like a giggle bubbled up from his throat.
„And then the noise..." Senri rolled over, dying, and Raha shook, swaying as he bit on his fingers and his eyes watered as he forcefully dragged in and out heavy breaths, trying not to laugh. „Oh, fuck... That was priceless... Just wait till they see Damon, and..." his lover pulled the pillow over his face, laughing in it hysterically while Raha finally lost that battle.
It took them a good while to calm down, and his face was completely red for a different reason behind it while still sniggering Raha crawled over shaking Senri toward the other side of the bed, and picked his phone off the nightstand. He wiped his eyes and dialed Damon's number, jumping off the bed and with his free hand picking up his scattered clothes. He wasn't that surprised when his brother didn't pick up, sighing as he pressed the dial again, putting the phone down to pull on his pants. And again, taking off Senri's shirt, then picking up his backpack for a spare t-shirt he usually had in it for emergencies. It wasn't the best, but he figured it better than his work uniform. Senri offered to have it cleaned again after they woke up, but thinking he was free today and it was high time to go home after two days of absence... Well, he planned to leave after breakfast and use that break to get his head in order away from Senri's grabby hands and addictive kisses.
...he still planned to, anyway, pulling the white t-shirt on, and dialing his brother again. Meanwhile admiring his lover's body when Senri pulled off the sweatpants and without shame – not that he had anything to be embarrassed about – sauntered over to the walk-in closet and disappeared inside it While Raha dialed his brother again and again, perching on the bed until his twin finally picked up – predictably sounding breathy and annoyed.
„Yes, brother? And it better be important," with an added petulant note that made him bite his lower lip.
„Considering all that noise earlier, I wouldn't call if it wasn't," he whispered, eyeing the door of the bedroom. „So get you two decent, asshole, because their parents are here and they are dying to meet you," he added just as a payback.
„Huuuh?" that sounded shocked enough to pay for his teasing about their last call, and Raha beamed while Senri walked inside the room again, dressed in jeans and a red t-shirt, running his fingers through his hair. „What do you mean... huh?" followed by a noise as if something – or someone – fell and the echo of Ares's voice swearing.
„See ya!" Raha snorted, then disconnected the call, and tossed the phone on the bed. „Gods... I can't face them," he sighed, eyeing the hand offered by his lover, then hesitantly taking it, letting Senri pull him up to his feet.
„They're going to love you as much as I do, babe," he was told with a brief kiss on his temple and flushed, blinded by another grin before he was pulled toward the door. Only slightly hiding behind Senri's tall figure, he quickly fixed his hair on the way – best he could anyway – and smiled awkwardly when they entered the living room again. When they did, Senri's father was still on the sofa, while his mother stood beside the aisle, grimacing toward their plates, before eyeing her phone and tapping on it.
„Don't, Mom," his boyfriend sighed dramatically, grinning sheepishly when she looked up and frowned. „Already fixed, okay? We ordered the ingredients before you... came in, and Raha is going to cook for us, Ares and his... friend, too. Speak of the devil," he added when the intercom beside her beeped, and Raha was left standing beside the sofa they were caught on as Senri picked up. „Yeah, last floor. Give me a moment to unlock the elevator for you," he smiled at him, motioning toward the seat and Raha hesitantly sat down – more like perched – while smiling shakily toward the woman who beamed again, returning to sit beside her husband.
„Friend?" Nyx – if he remembered right – meanwhile scowled, looking toward his son. „That..." he trailed off as if looking for words. That made his wife lose her grin, frowning as she set her purse aside and looked at Senri, setting her hand over her husband's thigh and noticeably squeezing her fingers decorated with long pearl-white nails.
„Jeannine?" she lowered her voice, eyeing the door of the guestroom if there was no missing the way her otherwise soft voice made the word – name, he assumed – sound like a curse.
„Nah," Senri snorted, then shook his head toward his parents' distinctively relieved expressions. „He dumped her... if that's the name of the last one, because I swear I can't remember. Give me a moment to pick up our order... and please, don't interrogate or otherwise make my boyfriend dump me, okay? He's shy," he was winked at while his lover headed toward the door leading to the elevator.
„That's a relief," Nyx muttered, leaning against the armrest of the sofa, then smiled a tad sheepishly when Raha looked his way with uncertainty, folding his hands in his lap. „Sorry, boy. Ares has an awful taste in women. There's hope this new one wouldn't be..." he trailed off and looked at his wife.
„A gold-digger," Cassiopeia grimaced, then relaxed her hand and smiled at him. „How old are you, Raha? And...?"
„No interrogations, remember?" her husband snorted when she sent him an indignant stare, then winked at him. „I tried. Don't answer anything you don't want to, but it's impossible to take her off the case, especially when Senri's involved."
„I'm... Um," he took a deep breath, then smiled with as much confidence as he could muster. „I'm twenty-six. And before you ask... I work for Senri, but I don't care about his money, as hard as it might be to..."
„Please, don't," the woman raised her hand and he trailed off, blinking with surprise. „I also met Nyx this way, so it's not like it matters, yes?" she shot her husband a grin when he nodded, then leaned toward Raha over the table between them. „So long you care about him, of course. And, please, I'm just relieved to see my baby boy interested in anyone, so don't be so nervous. If you can cook, that's already a huge plus for me, because no matter how I tried, Ares and Senri were just unable to stay still long enough to learn. They were always such energetic and excitable kids you wouldn't believe! Hades, my second, seemingly was the only one that took more after their father personality-wise, and his husband, Hyth, to this day is thankful for that. But then do you work at Heaven as a cook?"
„Um, no," he shook his head, if relaxing a little. „As a barman. Though not long, this will be my fourth week."
„Ah," she beamed again. „Swept you off your feet, did he? My Senri is such a sweet boy it should be illegal!"
„The other way around," said boy snorted, walking in with two quite sizable paper bags in his arms. „Where do you want this, babe?" He asked, heading toward the kitchen and Raha with relief jumped to his feet, joining him quickly. Senri sat the bags on the counter, then, while Raha busied himself with unpacking, he emptied the plates from the aisle and put them in the dishwasher. „Tell me if can help with anything?"
„I'm fine," he muttered under his breath, then waved him off toward the living room, glad even for the weak cover of the partition when Senri snorted, then kissed him quickly and soon laughed at his blush.
„I can at least make coffee," he shrugged, then set to that, before lowering his voice. „Did you tell them about...?" he inclined his head toward the guestroom and Raha shook his head, sorting the ingredients and wondering what to make. „Neat. Great minds think alike," he winked and the redhead snorted. „But what should I make for... you know?" Senri asked, swiping through the menu with a frown.
„Black, no sugar or anything," he replied automatically, finally settling into making omelets with sides of vegetables and fruits he didn't remember picking, but... yeah.
„Ah, okay. For you the same, or do you want something else?" Senri asked but before he could answer, they both froze at the sound of the sliding door and scrambled to – very not subtly – look around the side of the partition. Raha bit the inside of his cheek when his twin sauntered out of the room with a curious roll of his cyan eyes, his hair loose and wet, and covered in a set of clothes that was definitely too big for his slender frame. Followed – quite closely – by very noticeably red Ares who froze at the threshold, sending Senri a murderous glare when the youngest Mielue snorted and started laughing hysterically. Raha tried not to, but their parents' expressions were fucking hilarious when Damon flopped on the sofa opposite them and grinned meanly – because very little things could faze his brother.
Meanwhile, Nyx and Cassiopeia looked torn between laughing and gushing – from his perspective – while watching their eldest glaring at the youngest.
„Shut the fuck up," Ares growled, even redder, when that made Senri laugh harder, wheezing as he waved toward Damon, then back at his brother.
„We could hear you!" Senri finally managed, then pointed toward their parents. „And it was quite a soundtrack...!"
„Kids," their father signed, shaking his head while his wife elegantly covered her mouth with her hand, over it eyeing Damon curiously before her gaze swiveled toward him.
„Twins?" she finally asked, lowering her hand in her lap. „Ares, stop glaring and Senri, stop laughing. Or must I tell your brother what we walked into?"
Senri shut up instantly and winced while Raha gasped and hid behind the partition before his brother could look his way.
„Pray tell," he still heard Damon's drawl. „If I can imagine. But it's a pleasure to make acquaintance. I'm Damon Redsun, and indeed we're twins if I'm older."
„Can tell," he heard Cassiopeia's amused voice and winced. „But it is very nice to meet you, Damon. I'm Cassie, and this is my husband and these two's father, Nyx. Ares left us a message he would be staying with Senri, so we decided to drop by... If now I'm curious. I'm guessing you met via your brother?"
„Yesterday, yes," Damon replied without a hint of shame – duh, like he had any! – and Raha rolled his eyes, sighing as he went back to preparing breakfast after rubbing his reddish face. And briefly glaring over the aisle at the utterly too-confined smirk on his brother's face, while Ares dropped to sit beside him on the sofa. He looked mostly resigned, dark hair a messy and wet nest, but what was interesting – for Raha – was the way he wrapped his hand over his twin's thigh with something suspiciously like ownership – and Damon didn't even flinch. He frowned, considering that normally his twin was very peculiar toward something like that with his flings... then shrugged helplessly and went to prepare the meal. Not the time to interrogate Damon about what exactly went down, anyway. „If I was Ares's fan for a while now."
„I see," Cassiopeia replied and then her voice hardened considerably. „If what I would like to know more is why are you this skinny, boy?"
„Rough..." Ares started and was cut off by his younger brother.
„Another stalker, Mom. He said they broke into his apartment this time and trashed it, so he's dropping acting," Senri snitched, if at that Raha did drop the knife he picked up and with eyes wide as saucers looked toward the actor – and saw the way his brother pinned Ares with an empty gaze.
Oops, he winced, already almost feeling bad for whomever this stalker was, because if he knew one thing about his brother it was the fact that Damon was... touchy about this sort of thing.
„You don't say...?" Damon said softly, and Ares growled at his brother when Senri beamed, setting down glasses with prepared coffee on the table between them. Then Ares ran his fingers through his dark hair – making it even messier – before he sagged against the backrest of the sofa and exhaled deeply, keeping his eyes on his parents.
„I'm tired of the bullshit, Mom," he admitted and shrugged again.
„But you love acting," Cassiopeia scowled, moving to perch on the edge of the seat, if her hand fisted now in the material of her husband's pants – whose expression was empty and devoid of the previous smile. „And how did they manage to get in? I thought after last time your manager swore it wouldn't happen again."
„Beats me," Ares sighed and shook his head. „Police suggested whomever it was hacked the locks. And had to be good enough not to leave a trace or something. Good thing I was out, I guess..."
„Did they steal your underwear again?" Senri snorted, crossing his arms as he returned to the edge of the partition and leaned against it. „Last time they did," he added toward Raha's incredulous stare.
„Nah," Ares shook his head, not noticing Damon's calculating stare. „Just the usual: 'you're mine' written all over the walls in red spray paint... or something like that. And with lipstick on the mirrors and the window in my bedroom. So, they suggested it was a woman, but considering it was a month ago and I'm yet to hear anything about them finding her, I... Well, I wrapped up what I had to and sold the place. And called my agency that I'm taking an indefinite break, and here I am."
„You want to quit?" his mother asked carefully, softening her voice. „Because it's completely up to you, baby, but..."
„For now, I would like to rest for a while, without double checking locks and jumping at sudden noises," Ares sighed, then rubbed his face tiredly – with his free hand, while the other still rested over Damon's thigh, now covered by both of his twin's hands. And seeing that, and Damon's intent stare toward it, Raha smiled involuntarily, picking up the knife again and trying to be quiet as he chopped the vegetables. „Hence, here, since nobody can get to Senri's place without him knowing. And I guess I got lucky," A lighter and fond note made his smile wider.
„Elevator can be hacked, too," Nyx spoke up and his smile fell as he looked back toward his scowl. „I'll hire extra security for the building and have them upgrade the security system. Nobody but those whose fingerprints are coded can get to Senri's floor, but I'm sure there have to be more measures that can prevent anyone unwanted from bothering you."
„There's plenty," Damon chimed in. „And I know a thing or two about hacking so if allowed, I could see how secure is the system you already have and eventually offer improvements."
„Oh, that sounds great," Cassiopeia said, looking toward her husband's considerate expression. „And that would be better for Senri, too. Right?"
„If you're good?" Nyx muttered, shrugging, then sighed and shook his head. „Frankly, I don't know about it much. But I do want my boys to be safe."
„I get by," Damon grinned confidently, and Raha stopped himself from confirming – because despite Senri's reaction, he wasn't so sure his parents would appreciate the best example he had confirming his brother's skills.
After that conversation behind him skipped to the lighter topics, mostly rounded around Cassiopeia not-interrogating his brother about his career, and their lives in general. He only listened with one ear, preparing the dishes, and flinched with surprise when done, Senri suddenly leaned over his back, wrapping his hands around his stomach as he nuzzled his nose against Raha's neck.
„Smells amazingly good, babe," he purred, and Raha for a moment did wonder if he meant the food or him.
„Glad... ah, you think so," he flushed, then shifted slightly sideways, and melted when Senri used it to kiss him. Slow, soothing caress matching the rhythm of a hot hand massaging his abdomen.
„Need a hand, lovebirds?" He flinched and pulled back, then almost growled toward the toothy and too smug grin on Damon's face – while his brother leaned over the aisle. „Omletts? Smells good."
„Yup," Senri agreed, then chuckled kissing his temple before picking up two plates around him and with them marching toward the living room. „Leave it, I'll get it," he added when Raha moved to do the same. He still did, leaving the last two plates on the counter before smiling hesitantly at Senri's parents.
„I should have asked, but we... I ordered too many ingredients anyway, so if you...?" he trailed off when Cassiopeia beamed and jumped to her feet, taking the plates of his hands. And marching back to the kitchen for utensils, he fought the stupid grin that insisted on stretching his face. Perhaps similar to one on Senri's beautiful face that only made his chest fill with bubbles.
Finally seated on the sofa beside his brother with his plate, after giving out the forks, he lost that pointless battle, quite swelling with pride at the praise heaped on his behalf. And maybe that distracted him enough that only after finishing his omelet and setting the plate down on the table he smelled something off.
Trying not to be too obvious about it, Raha leaned slightly sideways and used the distraction while Senri humorously on his other side told their parents about how they... hooked up, he sniffed the air about his twin and tried not to frown. Because Damon smelled off for his sensitive nose if he couldn't figure out why.
„Don't," his brother hissed under his breath and Raha flinched, leaning away. And then he noticed Ares glaring at him over his brother's head and flinched, blinking rapidly with confusion. Mostly because his sky-blue eyes looked slightly glassy and very distinctively hostile.
„Is something wrong?" He heard and flinched again, looking toward his lover's mother. But she wasn't looking in his direction but toward her eldest son, frowning. „Ares? Are you okay?"
„I..." he blinked slowly and his eyes lost that strange expression, instantly turning into his trademark grin. „Sure, Mom. Everything's perfect," he set his plate down, then again his hand wrapped over Damon's thigh, and this time Raha blinked and frowned when it pulled his brother ever-so-slightly away from him. And Damon didn't react, keeping his eyes down and eating as if nothing weird happened. If anything, he delicately shifted closer to Ares and seamlessly leaned into him when Senri's brother then wrapped that arm around his shoulders. „More than perfect."
And while their mother beamed, then focused her attention on her youngest son, her husband flinched and his sky-blue eyes narrowed toward Ares intently – while Senri froze, then looked at his brother, while sniffing the air intently – and loudly.
„Huh...?" He muttered, face utterly confused as he hesitated, then set the plate down and scowling moved off the sofa, theatrically putting his fingers around his nose and grimacing. „Ares, you reek. Think you need another shower, bro."
„Shut up," Ares snapped in turn, glaring, if his face went very noticeably redder. And his arm tightened around Damon. „I can't help it."
„Extra sensitive nose runs in the family," Nyx drawled while Raha looked between the brothers with complete confusion. „Senri, sit your ass down and stop embarrassing your brother. The first couple of days after mating can be extremely stressful without nosy little brothers."
„After... huh?" He blinked rapidly, then looked at his brother like he grew another head. „Huuuh?"
„Close your mouth, brother," Damon sighed and rolled his eyes, then finally looked at him. „Suprise... I guess? It sure was," he snorted, then started laughing while Raha could only stare.
„Not fair," Senri sighed, dropping on the sofa beside him and shrugging when he sent him an incredulous stare. „What? You think only you can have a genetic anomaly running in the family, babe?" He snorted, then flicked his nose.
„Huh?" He repeated, leaning away from him, if he was quickly pulled back when a resounding snarl sounded behind him and his shocked eyes snapped back toward Ares's – again hostile – glare.
„Meaning we can mate regardless of our partners' gender," Senri purred right in his ear, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pulling him away from his sniggering twin. „If only with a very compatible person. Like my Dad, my brother, Hades... and Ares, I guess. Hence not fair: as I'm going to be the last."
„And comes along the nose that lets you recognize said compatibility..." his brother said with a very matter-of-fact tone, calming down, then pursed his lips when Raha looked his way with eyes wide like saucers. „Neat."
Then it finally clicked and he gasped as his eyes darted toward Senri's wide, silly, and enamored grin.
„That's why...?" He choked and flushed up to his hairline, thinking about how nearly every time they had sex Senri bit him, and always made him laugh sniffing him intently.
„Mmm, that's why you're perfect," his lover sighed, doing it again as he buried his nose in his hair and then sighed with delight. „But there's no pressure, babe, and no expectations, okay? I mean... I didn't mention it because I want you to trust me. Trust me... that I love you, regardless. And want you... so much it hurts. And forever... if would have me," he whispered barely audibly, while with every word Raha's heart flipped.
...and how am I supposed to resist that?
Raha sighed with defeat then buried his face against Senri's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his back as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath of his sweet scent. And for once in his life he was quite fucking thankful for genetic anomalies – overall.
„This calls for champagne!" Cassiopeia cheered and he laughed softly alongside the others, letting out some of those bubbles that seemed to stuff his being.