The Taste of Nothing

"If I were nothing, what would I taste like?"

"Nothing? But you're not, Tsukasa- is that even an answer?"

I've always been a scared person.

I'm scared of pain, of being alone, of hurting people- of people hurting me. But most of all, I'm scared of you- Tsukasa.

I'm scared of losing you.

"Tsukasa!" I gasped running to my brother. My twin looked up at me with blank eyes. "Y-Your hands, what happened?!" I panicked taking off my uniform shirt.

I shook anxiously as I wrapped it around his fingers in a rush to stop the bleeding. "The bleeding should stop soon," a deep voice said from behind me. That voice, is oddly familiar.

I turned my head and my eyes opened wide.

It's him- the creep with the green hair who caught me masturbating on Tsukasa's locker! I'M DOOMED!

His eyes opened as well.

"Oh, you have a twin," he said in a flat tone. He bent walked over casually to give me a bandages and napkins. I swallowed hard; it seems like he doesn't know.

Tsukasa was silent.

"Does it hurt a lot?" I asked looking up at him as I wrapped up his hands. What's with that look? The green haired boy leaned against the wall; I felt my skin crawl.

Wait.

Why's Tsukasa skipping class with a senior? We're only 15, he's got to be at least 18 or 19 years old since he has the upper classmen uniform.

Something clicked.

This was the same guy who seemed to know Tsukasa- who wasn't bothered by 'him' jerking off. I bit my lip, "What happened to my brother?" I growled with dark eyes as I stood up straight.

This anger, I can't think straight.

He looked unphased, lifting a game from his pocket, "Oh, he cut his hands when he broke the screen," he said.

Amane: "A-Ah, he broke your game- Tsukasa!"

Sakurai: "It's ok, it's not a big deal,"

Amane: "B-But that looks so expensive,"

Sakurai: "Yeah, it was,"

Amane: "S-Sorry, please don't tell- I promise to pay you back somehow!"

Sakurai: "Don't worry about it. Like I said, it's not a big deal. I won't tell anyone,"

Amane: *Bows* "T-Thank you!"

I felt my body get cold.

Why does this guy give me the creeps? I sat up as I helped Tsukasa to his feet. As much as I want to badger him about his relationship with Tsukasa- I shouldn't make him angry since Tsukasa broke his game.

Mom would be pissed if she had to foot the bill.

She'd be just as angry if she got a call from the school that Tsukasa skipped class and broke something so expensive. For now, I'll let it go.

"We have to go home now." I muttered in discomfort as he stared at Tsukasa. But next time I see him. I'll tell him to stay away from my brother.

"Please forgive my brother for troubling you! Let's go Tsukasa," I said pulling him by the arm. I looked back, the boy's cold eyes on Tsukasa even as we left the room.

He makes me very uneasy.

"That boy you were taking to earlier, I want you to stay away from him," I said to Tsukasa as I we got home.

His eyes are so gloomy.

He kicked off is shoes, holding the straps of his book bag with his head down as he walked me. He's almost stumbling, did he hurt his foot too?

"Yeah, whatever," he muttered.

What's with that careless demeaner? What was wrong with him. I grabbed his arm, "Tsukasa, is there something wrong? You've been really quiet?" I asked in a worried tone.

I gasped as he yanked his hand away, "Fine, I'm fine," he said walking off. I don't like this, somethings wrong. "Eh!" he gasped as I shoved him against the wall.

Pinning his shoulders tightly against it as I looked at him with aggravated eyes.

"What the hell is wrong?" I growled. Tsukasa eyes seemed to light up slightly, he tilted his head as he cocked a smile.

"Your eyes, they look just like mine," he admired.

I felt myself loosen up, what the hells the matter me- Tsukasa pushed me away, dropping his bag before walking lifelessly into the kitchen.

Could it be, he saw?

I covered my mouth as my heart sunk. Did he see Yashiro and I talking? If he did- he knows I like her; he knows I lied. Which means he won't believe any of the things I promised him.

But I don't.

I don't like Yashiro like I love Tsukasa. I want to, because she a girl and she's not related to me. I don't to feel the way I do about Tsukasa- I should only feel that way about girls like Yashiro.

By forcing myself to be normal, I must have hurt him.

Enough for him to push me away instead of beat me. Ignoring me, it's a fate worst then beating me black and blue.

It was like that all night.

I couldn't get myself to bring up Yashiro, I didn't know how badly he'd react. Tsukasa ate alone in the living room, insisting he didn't want to eat dinner at the table with me. He showered alone and when it was time to go to bed, he didn't bother to say good night.

What's with that empty look in his eyes.

"Good night, Tsukasa" I whispered with a hopeful smile. Tsukasa blinked softly before rolling over so his back was faced toward me.

What the hell? I'm worried.

He only acts this way after being punished by mother- but he hasn't been in trouble for a few days.

Why now?

This stress, it's building up inside of me. "Tsukasa," I whispered gently rubbing his back. I'm overwhelmed, I need to release.

I bit my tongue.

It's getting harder to hold back, it used to be so easy to resist- but seeing him so shy; so vulnerable… Makes me want to take control and pin him down and fuck him until I couldn't anymore.

I massaged his back, moving to his lower stomach; I could feel the rush of excitement turn me on. "Your skin feels so soft," I blushed as sensitive skin trembled beneath my fingers.

This will be the last time.

The last time I give in, Tsukasa twitched as I nipped his ear. "I wanna cum inside again," I begged lifting my hand to his mouth.

"I-I don't want to"- he began to say before I shoved my fingers into his mouth. "But you always want to," I objected fingering his mouth. "This time isn't any different, is it?" I whispered stroking his nipple with my free hand.

These fingers inside of his mouth feels so good.

It's sticky and wet and the sensation of his voice vibrating against my fingers makes me wish it were my cock instead. In a moment like this, Yashiro couldn't be further from my mind.

What I should want, and what I really want; are much different.

"I want you," I whispered letting my fingers slip from his lips, admiring the thick line of saliva dripping from my hands.

Is he as hungry for me as I am for him?

Tsukasa pouted as I began to jerk him off, pushing up against him as I humped the back of his clothed body. I want to be inside.

The pulsing of his cock in my hand as I toy with his nipples; the cute whimpers leaving his lips were unbearable. "I-I don't, I can't," he whispered.

Such an odd thing to hear from Tsukasa.

Isn't this normally the other way around? I felt frustrated, Tsukasa always wanted me- he always needed me. "Why, I don't understand," I huffed stroking his cock in faster thrust as precum flooded the tip of his cock.

"P-Please, I-I'm sore," he panted as my finger moved from his nipple to tease his asshole.

Sore?

From what?

I moved to kiss his neck and froze; Tsukasa tensed up knowing my eyes had pared upon the red marks on his neck.

A hickey?

I sat up, forcefully shoving him onto his back as I tore his shirt open. Tsukasa's swallowed nervously with a pink face as I glared at all the red love marks covering his neck.

But they're not mine.

My hands fell as a light bulb went off on my head. The boy with green hair, the one who thought I was Tsukasa- the one who wasn't bothered by 'Tsukasa' jerking off. The one Tsukasa skipped glass with, who Tsukasa was injured with. It was him.

I wonder, did my eyes look scary?

The bleeding hands, the look of trauma only mom has caused him; the 'sore' private parts and neck full of hickeys.

This is the kind of jealously it'd never felt before.

"I'll kill him," I growled with dark eyes.

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