Brotherly Competition

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"Even if I wanted to come home Mizuki is not going to let me go home anytime soon after what happened at the city-wide tournament," Yuta said, annoyed at Shusuke's insistence that he came home. Sometimes his elder brother would get like this when they didn't get any 'alone' time for a few weeks. He knew Shusuke wouldn't let it rest until he came home and gave the other what he wanted. This also reminded him of the deal he and his brother had made a year or so ago. The one that had drove him to perfect his tennis.

"You let him push you around too much, Yuta-kun. And anyway he doesn't even care about you. You should come home. There are some important things we need to discuss. And isn't it time you challenge me again?" Shusuke replied, hitting Yuta's weak spot mentioning the challenge. Shusuke knew he was risking it getting Yuta pumped to challenge him; he wasn't so sure he could win now after seeing him given even Ryoma a challenge. Losing wouldn't be too terrible though, well it could be but as long as it was to Yuta it really didn't matter that much anymore. Not that he was just going to let the other win on purpose. To get his prize Shusuke knew that Yuta would want to win it fairly.

Yuta groaned. "That's so low!" he said, glancing around to make sure none of his teammates were around. "Alright, you win this time. I'll be home in time for dinner. You better not be lying about Ane-chan making that raspberry pie!" He ran his hands through his short hair, hanging up on Shusuke and moving to his dorm room that he shared with, unfortunately, Mizuki. Though, thankfully, the other must have been out with someone else as the room was empty. Quickly he threw some clothes into a duffel bag along with his tennis gear. He hefted the bag on his shoulder deciding that exiting through the window would be the best idea.

When he got home he didn't bother finding his parents or anyone to greet before going to the room that he and Shusuke shared before he had moved into the dorm at St. Rudolph. Shusuke must have liked getting rid of the mess that Yuta was always making. They were a lot like in many ways but neatness was not one of them. Shusuke was almost obsessive with the cleanliness of their room and maybe it was just that his brother looked so hot when upset that Yuta would intentionally be messy. "Hey Aniki," Yuta said, dropping his bag and plopping down on one of the twin beds.

Shusuke was sitting at his desk obviously studying something or other. English from the way he was muttering under his breath. "Hey Otouto," he echoed distractedly. He glanced back at Yuta with his trademark smile. "I didn't think you would really come." When he finished speaking he closed the textbook, spinning around in the swivel chair.

"I said I would be here," Yuta retorted, watching Shusuke. "And we're gonna compete and I will pulverize you this time," he said, eyes glinting with a competitive fire. Yes, he hated to be compared to his brother and he wanted to defeat just to show that he could be better than Shusuke, but there were other motives to his strong attitude where Shusuke was concerned. He wanted to win that bet.

Shusuke simply smiled though his face took on a slightly more serious expression. "After dinner we'll go to the tennis courts, but before then..." he trailed off, motioning for Yuta to move closer to him.
Yuta blinked his mind barely had time to register all Shusuke had said before he was pulled against the elder's lean muscled frame. "Aniki!" he protested, his hands coming to grip Shusuke's shoulders, pushing away; in his position though Shusuke had the upper hand and Yuta was stuck. He clamped his mouth shut, knowing very well what his obnoxious brother was about to do. To be honest he didn't mind too much, but Yuta never gave in very easily.

"Yuta-chan, you shouldn't resist your Oniisan so much!" Shusuke scolded, reaching one of his hands to cup Yuta's chin, pressing a teasing kiss to his lips. His hand moved to the back of Yuta's head, pressing him closer as his tongue pushed against the younger's lips.

Yuta mewed into the kiss. Somehow Shusuke's kisses always made Yuta weak; they were like the sweetest poison. Yes, it was a poison but he was addicted and no longer cared about how damaging this could be. He loved Shusuke and while Shusuke may not quite be in love with Yuta he wouldn't let them be separated. These thoughts assailed Yuta as he pressed himself against Shusuke, parting his lips and allowing the other's tongue to push inside his mouth.

Shusuke claimed Yuta's mouth again, exploring him thoroughly. He ran his hand through Yuta's short hair, wishing the other would let it grow out. He knew the other kept it short to differentiate himself further from Shusuke, even had when they were younger. Sometimes he wondered what had started the fierce competition between them, but it had always been there and Shusuke had never helped it much. He had always protected Yuta though and he always would; Yuta was the most important thing in the world to him.

Yuta finally pulled back from the kiss. “After the match,” he said, nipping Shusuke’s bottom lip, nearly skipping out of the room and down to dinner.


Shusuke panted softly, bending over as sweat trickled down his face and neck. It had been a while since he had been so challenged. The first time in so long that he had actually lost. Someone watching might have thought Shusuke had let Yuta win, but the tensai had been truly bested. He glanced up at Yuta, breathing heavily. “You’ve improved,” he murmured, moving to the nearby bench and wiping his face with a towel and then taking a drink of some juice he had gotten from Inui.

Yuta was almost as shocked as Shusuke had been that he had won. Of course he had worked hard and improved, but shouldn’t Shusuke have improved as well? “Maybe Seigaku needs to practice harder,” he teased, taking a long drink from his water bottle. He sat down himself, putting the towel over his head. “So…I finally won, ready to fork over my prize? Yuta said, giving Shusuke a mischievous look.

Shusuke smiled his neko smile, chuckling. “Hai,” he said, running his fingers through his hair. “It will be interesting to see how you handle it. Let’s go home and shower first though.”

Yuta gave a short nod, gathering all his stuff and soon he and Shusuke were leaving. “It’ll be fun to see how you act when you’re on bottom, Aniki,” Yuta snickered. Not long after they were climbing up the few steps to the door, slipping their tennis shoes off and putting on their house slippers. Yuta was feeling nervous now, but his body was already excited for what was going to happen. Beating Shusuke had been a goal in his life for so long, and Shusuke had spurred it on even more by the bet and the stakes that they had put on it.


Yuta came out of the shower, drying himself off. He looked at the bed and almost choked when he saw Shusuke there already. His eyes had been drawn instantly to Shusuke’s fingers buried deep inside his own body, free hands stroking his engorged length. Yuta’s spine tingled at the breathy moans that sounded more desperate than he had ever head. “Aniki…”

Shusuke’s motions stopped and he looked up at Yuta cheeks tinted red with arousal and lips parted. “Ah, Yuta,” he moaned, pulling his fingers from his stretched passage. “I’m ready and waiting,” he said with a mischievous grin, spreading his legs wide for the other.

Yuta restrained himself from simply jumping Shusuke and tossed the towel in the hamper. “You look sexy like that,” Yuta murmured, crawling onto the bed in-between Shusuke’s legs. He took the tube of lube that the elder offered to him and unceremoniously prepared his length. He had waited much to long for this chance to take things slow.

Within seconds it seemed to both of them Shusuke felt Yuta’s length pressed against his entrance. He pushed down towards Yuta’s member, forcing the head in. He moaned softly his hand pulling Yuta down, pressing their lips together harshly.

Yuta groaned, returning the kiss, thrusting his length into the other’s entrance. “Aniki,” he murmured breathily against the other’s lip. The muscles clenching around him attempted to draw out his release much too early. “God,” he groaned as he began a steady thrusting into the other. He initiated a fierce kiss, fingers tweaking and rubbing Shusuke’s nipples.

Shusuke’s body arched into the other’s hands. He moved his body downwards, meeting each of Yuta’s thrusts. Soft pants and moans fell from his lips and he pulled Yuta closer. “Yuta,” he mewled against the other’s lips, nipping the bottom one. His body was covered in sweat and slid against Yuta’s easily. Pleasure ignited every nerve cell in his body.

Yuta shuddered and thrust deeper into Shusuke. His length was throbbing for release and his hands trailed down Shusuke’s soft sides. He pressed his lips back to his older brother’s groaning softly. Fingernails dug into Shusuke’s hips and Yuta growled lowly, shoving Shusuke harder into his thrusts. Everything was forced from his mind now and all he could think of was his release.

Shusuke gasped into the kiss, twisting his hips just slightly. He loved the feeling of Yuta inside him, lusted for it. If he had known Yuta taking him would feel so good he might have let him win a game earlier. "Ah, Yuta," he moaned, arching up and moving his hand to stroke himself. Soon his completion came and he released over Yuta's stomach and his hand. "Yuta!"

Muscles constricted and relaxed spastically around Yuta. He groaned against Shusuke's lips, biting the bottom one as his essence was milked from him. His eyesight almost went completely white, colors exploding against his eyelids. "Gods...Shusuke," he panted, pulling from the other's body, kissing his lips, trailing them down his neck and shoulders.

"Was it worth it?" Shusuke purred, running his hands over Yuta's hair.

"Uhn," Yuta mumbled, eyelids heavy as he curled beside Shusuke.

Shusuke chuckled, kissing Yuta's forehead and pulling a blanket over them as he wiped his dirty hands off on the sheet beside him. Yuta had already fallen asleep and Shusuke shook his head. "Still the little one," he murmured.

THE END


Author's Note: I'm sorry for how out of character this seems to be. I haven't written Yuta that much...but this is ONE of my versions of Shusuke. x-x I have several versions of him. My Shusuke muse has multiple personality disorder. Anyway, this isn't my best work in my opinion and it was written over several months...probably started in January or February. But I hope you still enjoyed it and will leave me nice comments! I love comments and they really encourage me to keep writing! Love y’all!