promuseboxing | Misaki - Mikelo - Fushimi shenaniganry

[It's an expected question, of course. ]

Who knows? [Casual as ever, although he still seems entertained.] Maybe he's taking his time.

[Meanwhile, Mikelo will take advantage of having his brother to himself. His expression relaxed, he leisurely takes in the sight of Misaki. He's looking skinny.

A blink of an eye later, and Mikelo is standing right before Misaki, their toes almost touching. His tone softens a bit.]

. . .Maybe get in some bonding, just for the two of us, hm? [A slight tilt of his head, he lifts a hand to ever so lightly brush his fingertips along Misaki's cheek, while his nose grazes the other as he takes a breath in.]

You smell so good. ♥

Che... You know it's never just us anymore. [ He doesn't pull away from Mikelo though. He could never really deny his brother anything he really wanted.

Yata rests his forehead against Mikelo's, closing his eyes and trying to pretend things are normal. That he isn't taller than his twin, that Fushimi never turned him into a vampire. ]

I just took a shower, dummy.

[ He has to be sick in the head, feeling so desperate for his brother's attention that he doesn't even try and tell him that being this close is wrong. When he opens his eyes the illusion he had going is broken and he sighs. ]

What do you need? [ Blood again probably. ]

[It's a twin thing, Mikelo would insist. The affections from his brother were always the best. —Of course, those from Fushimi gradually became just as desired, but it's different, really.

Honestly.

Mikelo's smile lingers as he presses a light kiss to the corner of Misaki's mouth, his skin still fresh and clean, warm. The hand on the opposite site drifts down, fingers sliding over his pulse.

Blood is always desired, of course, though he did have some earlier as well. Still. . . ]

Can't I simply want attention from my brother?

[His eyes close as he 'speaks', his other hand reaching to tangle his fingers with Misaki's.]

[ The kiss sends a shiver through him, he misses this so much. He's alone so often these days that even these little gestures make him feel the isolation even more. ]

It's not simple, though...

[ Yata wants to kiss him if only to feel less alone for a little while and he even leans in, but stops just short of Mikelo's lips. ]

You should know that better than anyone.

[He moves in just enough to brush his nose to Misaki's, a delicate sweep of long lashes as his eyes crack open to gaze at the pair before him. While still hazel, there's a glint of red around the edges.]

Isn't it?

[A light tug on his fingers.]

My core feelings are still the same, you know. . . No one can replace you.

[ He brings up his free hand to rest at the base of Mikelo's neck, tangling into his soft hair. He takes a deep breath and speaks through their bond for the first time in months. ]

But you're different now. You can't pretend like nothing happened when you haven't aged since he did this to you.

[ Yata leans in closer, almost closing the gap before sighing. ]

I miss you...

[ He had, of course, been watching everything. Fushimi is certain Mikelo feels him close by, having decided to follow him out of simple curiosity. It's not difficult to decipher his intentions, and he's a good distraction for his precious Misaki. A very good distraction indeed.

He hadn't even noticed that he'd entered the room and had decided to sit rather carefully on the edge of his bed. Fushimi couldn't hear the conversation word for word, but he could decipher it in their body language. There's a cold smirk on his mouth when he decides to speak for the first time. ]

How annoying. [ The tip of his finger pushes at the bridge of his glasses, looking up to inspect them both from head to toe. He says Mikelo's name. ] You shouldn't bother Misaki without permission. [ Fushimi stands purposely slow, though it still might seem too quick for Misaki to catch. ] Ah.

You've upset him now.

[There's a certain excitement that stirs within Mikelo when he knows Fushimi is watching. Of course, it'll only drive him to further act upon his own desires.]

I'm right here, Misaki-nii. [It's all but a whispered crooning of his dear brother's name, while still completely honest.] I'll always be here for you. What he did. . . I don't mind what he did.

[He steals a soft kiss (perhaps to drive the other man a little closer to that edge) before his gaze shifts to Fushimi, a playful pout touching his expression as he 'speaks' strictly to him this time.]

But he's still mine, first, though, Fushimi-sama~

[—Then, to Misaki again, with another kiss.]

Isn't that right? We belong to each other. ♥

[ That first kiss has Yata leaning into it just a bit, enough to show how weak his resistance is now. But he's shaken out of that spell by Fushimi's voice. It has his body language changing, bringing tension to his shoulders.

When Mikelo kisses him the second time his lips are a tight line and he doesn't lean into it. When he speaks, it's aloud, a silent rejection of the bond they have. ]

Th' annoying one here is you, bastard.

[ It's easy to be hostile with the man who stole his brother in the room. But it's also hard when he knows he doesn't stand a chance of putting up an effective resistance. ]

Don't be like that, Mi-sa-ki. [ There's a quiet chuckle at the end of it, caught between a sigh and the slightest sound of indignation. Fushimi moves to Mikelo, tracing his fingertips lightly along the boy's arm as he stares at Misaki. Dressed in nothing but a simple towel that could easily be removed without much effort? Too easy. ]

We came to see you. [ There's a smirk, tilting his head to casually press his chin against Mikelo's hair. Another look, his hand idly caressing the smooth skin of Mikelo's cheek this time. ] He's right. You smell good - [ Fushimi breathes in slowly. ] - enough to eat.

[Two years, now, and it's never grown old. That fleeting, delicate, yet teasing caress; so easily sending a warm chill through him. Before he even bothers to say anything in return, Mikelo's eyes close as he leans into Fushimi's hand, eager to accept whatever else he may do.

Even so, Mikelo's fingers remain twined with Misaki's, which he draws up to press a kiss to the inside of Misaki's wrist, grip just firm enough to keep him close. ]

You even made it easy for us.

[A playful comment, his other hand softly trails down Misaki's abdomen, fingertips drawing along the edge of the towel. ]

[ You even made it easy for us.

His stomach knots up in despair, that feeling of betrayal leaving an acrid taste in his mouth. He keeps letting this happen, letting Mikelo close because of that loneliness than came from losing his twin. They've been doing this for two years now and he still hasn't learned, if he had he would have left. Silently, through the connection his tone is bitter. ]

I really do make it easy for you, don't I?

[ Yata doesn't pull away when Mikelo's hand drifts lower, but instead his body tenses for one moment as he throws a punch at Fushimi. Fighting back is pointless, but he'll hate himself more if he doesn't try. ]

Tch. [ He wonders how many times it will take for Misaki to learn he just can't hurt him. Fushimi dodges effortlessly, moving so that he's to the boy's back and facing Mikelo now. A sharp smirk, hand fisting in that beautiful red hair of his, and he jerks Misaki's head back to expose the curve of his throat.

Lips to his ear, eyes still focused on Mikelo and almost staring through him. ]

That isn't going to work. [ He touches the tip of his tongue to the lobe. ] You're so warm. [ Then a breath. ] Isn't he, Mikelo?

Mmhm. I like when you fight. . . although I really would be sad if you ever leave. Brother has never stopped being my favorite.

[The reply is strictly to Misaki, and despite the current situation, Mikelo truly is being honest about his feelings. Losing his brother would hurt like no other.

Fushimi's fluid movements catch his attention, then. Tempting with the way he handles Misaki. Mikelo's gaze lingers upon him as Fushimi speaks, and it only draws him closer. ]

Mm. He is.

[It's almost a murmur, as Mikelo leans in to taste the hollow of his throat, closing his eyes. The hand from before slips over Misaki's torso again, a light scrape of fingernails over the smooth, warm skin.]

[ He doesn't reply to what Fushimi says except to hiss in pain as he's dragged back by his hair. He twists in his grip, trying to get away from the vampire. The towel wrapped around Yata's hips loosens and starts to droop.

He stills as Mikelo leans in, the mouth on his neck makes him exhale shakily while the scrape of nail sends a shiver through his frame.

The towel finally gives into the forces of gravity and drops to the floor.]

Edited 2012-12-20 05:13 (UTC)

Misaki - Mikelo - Fushimi shenaniganry

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