Unbidden Sentiments

Characters/Pairings: Kisarazu Ryou, Atsushi
Summary: Atsushi returns to Chiba for summer break and Ryou is jealous.
Rating/Warning: NC-17; incest, bondage, non-con

Notes: Unbeta'ed. Written for the TeniPuri kink meme v2 on LJ.

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'Why is there never anything on TV when you have too much time to kill?', Ryou idly wondered as he manhandled the remote control. Maybe he could force something interesting out of a channel if he punched the buttons hard enough. It was a silly thought, he knew, but he was sweating out his brains and didn't care. Stretching out to grab his cold soda from the living room table, he nearly fell down the couch as the door bell rang.

Taking a sip and a deep breath to calm his nerves, he stood up and went to get the door, since his parents were working. Maybe it was Sae-san or Kentarou or any of the guys wanting to fetch him for a round of beach volleyball or something similar. Or maybe Atsushi was finally coming home (hell, it could be the mailman for all he cared). Summer break had started two days ago and he had expected his twin would have rushed home as soon as the school bell announced the end of the term. Ryou felt some slight twinge of jealousy in his guts at the thought that his brother rather spent his free time at St. Rudolph's dorms than at home, but he quickly suppressed it.

Opening up, he found his silent hopes were met as he looked upon his counterpart - with short hair. And a bright red ribbon. Ryou cocked an eyebrow at that. "Um, hey. Would you mind letting me in or am I not welcome anymore? It's quite hot outside" Atsushi greeted, deadpan.

Ryou pursed his lips and regarded him playfully. "You're late," he stated as he stepped back to let Atsushi in.

"Sorry about that. I had planned to come earlier, but Shinya... and the others were reluctant to let me go." Ryou noticed the slight pause after this Shinya guy's name and the somewhat apologetic tone tinging his brother's voice.

"Your doubles partner, that dane guy you mentioned once or twice?" Ryou tried to sound casually interested, as he watched Atsushi shuffle his bag inside, but he wasn't entirely sure if he succeeded in keeping the suspicion out of his voice. Atsushi granted him a curt nod in reply, before turning and heading up the wooden stairs to their shared bedroom. Ryou was used to thinking of it as his room by now, even though the other bed hadn't been removed. It took up a bit of space, but he didn't really mind it, because it was useful for sleepovers.

"I take it mom and dad are still working?" Atsushi threw into the room while unpacking his clothes. He didn't seem to care for an answer, so Ryou just vaguely grunted a reply.

"What's this silly ribbon for, by the way?" He asked, fingering the strip of red cloth, as he knelt down beside his brother. "Bondage toy?" he murmured suggestively. His lips quirked in amusement when he saw Atsushi's cheeks color.

"Hmm... perhaps I needed a trademark like you," with a jerk of his head Atsushi pointed toward his desk, where Ryou had thrown his cap. Still, the red band coaxed a lot of intruiging images out of his imaginative brain.

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The rest of the day proceeded eventlessly. The twins had fun cooking dinner, even though the kitchen looked like a battlefield afterwards and they had to clean before their parents came home, but even that was good for a laugh or two. Ryou now realized all the more how lonely it had been without Atsushi around and he was loathe to think he would have to let him go soon again.

Their parents were delighted to see their son again after those seemingly endless months. Their father mentioned en passant that he could have taken the day off to drive up to Tokyo and pick Atsushi up, had he been informed beforehand. Atsushi assured him, however, there had been no need and the train ride, although lonely and monotonous, hadn't been all that bad.

The rest of the dinner consisted of bombarding Atsushi with the typical questions such as How do you do in school?, how are your friends, do you eat properly? and so on. Ryou pretended to listen with only half an ear, but he was determined to catch any and all nuances in the speech pattern and choice of words; Atsushi wouldn't tell their parents about the goings-on behind the scenes at St. Rudolph, that much was sure. But he also couldn't lie directly, unless he had practiced. Whenever the talk evolved around the tennis club, Atsushi would pause briefly, sometimes shift his unreadable gaze to Ryou, indicating there was more to it than he was letting on as surely as if he were waving a flag with the words "I'm not telling" on it.

Going by the questioning stares their father bored into Atsushi's skull, he had noticed his son wasn't telling everything, but if that was so, he wouldn't ask. Their beaming mother appeared to be oblivious to the exchange of glances and good-naturedly prattled away how they have missed Atsushi and what Atsushi in turn has missed around Chiba (their next-door neighbors got a cute daughter; the fishmonger's wife from down the street fell down a ladder and broke her left foot; the toystore owner's son two blocks over was caught doing drugs...), until Ryou's felt the beginnings of a headache. Atsushi didn't look much better, his eyes were unfocused as if his head were swimming and his ears about to fall off.

With the increasing lateness as excuse, the twins cleared away their dishes and removed themselves from the kitchen. Back in their room, Atsushi plopped down on his bed, thoroughly exhausted from the train ride and the tiresome interview. Ryou approached the bed, a little hesitant at first, and sat down on the edge. He reached his hand to stroke the silky strands falling over Atsushi's temples, asking softly whether the other wanted to use the bathroom first before sleeping. Sighing contentedly, Atsushi smiled up at him gratefully, before rising and searching for the light pajamas he had packed.

After Atsushi left the room, Ryou kept staring at his twin's bed and wondered whether they could snuggle together like the old times. When it was his turn to shower he peeled off his sticky red shirt (the heat must be getting to him, he normally only sweated that much during strenuous practice). He switched on the warm water to relax his muscles and briefly considered washing his hair, but thought better of it, since it was already so late and he wanted to finally curl up with Atsushi. He made quick work of washing himself, before turning the tap and letting a cold spray run down his face and body. Readily dressed for bed he stepped out of the bathroom, still toweling his damp hair. Atsushi seemed to have dozed off while he was away, back facing him. Ignoring the posture, Ryou suppressed the small sense of rejection and told himself Atsushi deserved some rest. Summer break was long, they had enough time to snuggle up.

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The next day their mother woke the twins around 9 o'clock to tell them breakfast was ready, before she left for work. Between yawning and rubbing his eyes, Ryou noticed it didn't feel strange at all to wake up next to his brother, despite the time they had spent apart from one another. After breakfast they rung up Bane-san to check what kind of activities the regulars had planned, which comprised, unsurprisingly, lazing at the beach, swimming and eating ice cream. The Kisarazu twins consentiously promised not to miss out on the meeting.

Time went by quickly while preparing bentos for later, packing their beach gear, lotioning up and going over everything in case they forgot something. Over at the beach, the first thing the other boys did was to single out Atsushi and assault him with their undivided attention. There was an ugly feeling pooling in the pit of Ryou's stomach as Atsushi was touched, prodded, hugged and otherwise molested. Ryou busied himself with setting up a sunshade; it didn't take long for Saeki to keep him company.

Plopping down next to Ryou on the beach towel, Saeki remarked that it was good to see Atsushi again and that Ryou must be glad to have his brother back for a while. They talked like that for a while, about St. Rudolph's facilities and how the Tokyo seemed to do Atsushi good. Before he could stop himself, Ryou felt a scowl darken his features as Saeki reported all those incredible rumors he had picked up from the Fuji brothers. Yuuta, who also attended the boarding school, never commented the really nasty ones, like 'the head teacher has molested more than one young student' or 'Mizuki is said to use the regulars as sex toys,' but he did mention something along the lines of Atsushi being very close to his doubles partner.

Was that so? Feeling his hands clutch at the towel tightly, Ryou tried to hide his scowl behind a curtain of hair, but Saeki was never one to miss such obvious body language. He warned Ryou not to do anything rash, as if Ryou needed to hear that. Beating the crap out of Yanagisawa for touching his brother wasn't the best idea, especially if the rumor hasn't been confirmed. Maybe Ryou should try confronting his brother and ask him about it it, if it bothered him so much...

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No matter how Ryou twisted and turned, sleep wouldn't come and he couldn't shake that irritating feeling that had already haunted him when Atsushi decided to leave Rokkaku for St. Rudolph. Ryou found himself chewing on his hair in frustration, before he mentally shook himself and spat it out disgustedly. Images of the day replayed in his head, which aggravated Ryou even more. Atsushi had paid no attention at all to him today. It almost seemed like he didn't care about him anymore. Ryou swallowed thickly at the thought and turned over to watch the sleeping form of his brother.

His eyes caught sight of the ribbon that usually adorned Atsushi's forehead, now lying uselessly on the bedside table. A wicked grin spread across his face at the possibilities this little piece of cloth offered. Silently throwing his bedding aside and getting up, he snatched the ribbon and inched his way toward Atsushi's bed. Slowly, ever so slowly, he reached out to touch his twin's hand. Once, he was sure Atsushi hadn't noticed the touch, Ryou moved his brother's hand over his head without waking him. He repeated the procedure with the other hand and took extra care that his hair wouldn't tickle Atsushi. He tied the red ribbon securely around Atsushi's wrists and a bedpost, ensuring they didn't cut off his circulation. Testing the reliability of the bonds, Ryou gave a tiny smirk.

Tying up Atsushi's feet would prove to be a little problematic. Atsushi was so small and Ryou didn't have anything stretchy enough to tie his feet down. Leave it at that. Ryou carefully lifted the cover to try and slip underneath, but as soon as he shifted his weight onto the knee on the mattress Atsushi moved slightly. To hell with it, he's gonna wake up sooner or later anyway, Ryou thought as he pushed the bedding aside and straddled his brother's hips. Atsushi felt amazing under him, he noted as he ran his hands up and down the cloth-covered chest.

Atsushi's eyes fluttered open and he tried to focus on the figure sitting on top of him. His arms jerked against the restrictions. "N-nii-san... what?" his voice was raspy from sleep, which Ryou found incredibly sexy. He wanted to hear that voice moan his name. Running his hands up Atsushi's chest to the collar of his pajama top, he leaned over and pressed his lips against his twin's, who immediately tensed.

"Now you're all mine," Ryou purred against Atsushi's cheek and placing open-mouthed kisses down his neck as he popped button after button to reveal the smooth skin he wanted to touch so badly. Atsushi wiggled beneath him, hopefully because he enjoyed the touch and not because he wanted to throw Ryou off of him.

"What the hell are you doing?" he spat angrily.

"Should be obvious," Ryou rubbed his half-hard erection against Atsushi's growing one. Good, he wants this too, his body can't lie. Sliding his tongue down his brother's chest, tasting the salty skin, Ryou settled into a more comfortable position between Atsushi's legs, letting the vague scent of the sea and the shower gel that Atsushi had used earlier wash over him. Such a good smell, he thought as he rubbed his nose against one perking light brown nipple and ran his hands up and down the still cloth-covered thighs.

"Nii-san, stop this," Atsushi's hips bucked as Ryou dipped his tongue into his navel and hot breath ghosted across the sensitive skin. "Please." Undeterred by the soft pleading, Ryou stroked Atsushi's waist soothingly, before dipping his hands past his waistband and groping the other's ass tightly. Mmh, this bony ass was his now. Atsushi's face was flushing deeply and even though Ryou couldn't see the exact color staining his brother's cheeks, he knew it must look adorable. It was Atsushi after all. "This is wrong," the younger twin bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut as if by doing so he could effectively block out what was happening.

Ryou's head snapped up. A hand shot up to squeeze Atsushi's chin between his fingers and force him to look straight at Ryou, who was glaring daggers at Atsushi. The younger one tried to back away and bring as much distance between that dangerous gaze as possible, though all he could do was press his head into the pillow. "And what you're doing at St. Rudolph is not wrong?" Ryou ground out. So Atsushi thought he can get away with acting frivolously under a Christian school's roof, but his brother's pure-hearted love was wrong? Ryou was seriously beginning to get pissed. "So you like being Mizuki's bitch? I bet you enjoy your captain spanking you for your mistakes during training too? And I'm not sure I wanna know what your study sessions with that Nomura-kun entail or what you're doing all day long with your doubles partner."

Atsushi's frown deepened. "Fuck, Ryou. I'm n--" Pushing two fingers past Atsushi's lips effectively trapped the lies confined that he was surely going to spout.

"No need to deny it." Ryou huffed, working his fingers along Atsushi's tongue, despite the shaking of the other's head. He was tempted to try the violent approach, but Ryou was sure that woudn't win his brother over. He needed to be gentle instead. Yes, that was it, he thought as he tried to single-handedly remove Atsushi's pajama pants. That proved to be rather difficult, the more so as his brother wasn't particularly forthcoming. No matter. Ryou withdrew his fingers from the younger boy's hot mouth to finally get rid of the bothersome piece of fabric that seperated him from Atsushi's pulsating cock.

Ryou smirked at the sharp intake of breath as he lightly ran his knuckles up and down the vein on the underside of it. He gave the flushed tip a playful lick, before sucking lightly at the foreskin and outlining Atsushi's opening with his saliva-covered index. Atsushi jerked at the touch, biting his lip to swallow any sound threatening to escape. Ryou tried to make the task a difficult one though, alternating between blowing or dragging his tongue along Atsushi's length and prodding at his twitching opening. Gently caressing the inside of Atsushi's thigh with his free hand, moving it to cup his balls, Ryou began taking him into his mouth and with one clean downward stroke, he rammed the middle finger of his other hand into his brother's tight ass. The choked cry he was awarded with sent a pleasant jolt straight to his groin and made up for the aching at the back of his throat.

Atsushi was impossibly tense, his muscles clenched so tight around his middle finger, Ryou had the feeling it might come off when he tried to ease it in and out of his brother's opening. "Nii-san..." Atsushi was cut off as Ryou 'hmm'ed around his cock. Maybe he would finally beg him for it. Sucking hard while moving up his brother's length, he caressed his inner walls, trying to coax them to relax and open up. Writhing, Atsushi then did beg between labored breaths, but for him to stop. Ryou had the impression Atsushi was starting to rub himself against his fingers, so maybe he meant Ryou should stop teasing.

Releasing his brother's erection from his mouth with a wet popping sound, Ryou concentrated on adding another finger into the hot entrance, long hair pooling over the creamy thighs. Atsushi's breath hitched. "Don't, Ryou," he whined again in frustration, trying to edge away, but Ryou held him firmly. He should be used to that already, Ryou was sure, so when he felt Atsushi's own secretion ease the passage of his two fingers, he didn't hesitate long before adding a third. The pressure in his own groin was becoming unbearable and he desperately needed some sort of relief.

When Ryou's fingers withdrew, he felt Atsushi relax, settling back and breathing quite loudly. "Unbind me," Atsushi rasped urgently as Ryou crawled from the bed. Regarding his prey, Ryou had to smile. Atsushi was beautiful lying there on his back, lips parted and panting slightly, legs spread and ready to be taken. Hastily discarding his pajamas, Ryou noticed that his pants were damp at the front, before letting them fall to the floor with a shrug. Slipping back onto the bed, Atsushi's head snapped toward him and his eyes went wide in terrible realization as he saw Ryou's own erection strain painfully against his belly. "No, no, no, don't you dare!" he shook his head violently and tried to clamp his knees shut, but Ryou was already leaning over him, holding them open.

The sensation of sweat-slick skin against skin was delicious, his hands stroked down Atsushi's hard sides and pushed his thighs apart. Ryou peered deeply into his brother's scrunched up face, who was still trying to scoot as far away into the wall as possible. Even as the tip of Ryou's cock penetrated Atsushi, the younger twin still shook his head in denial and pleaded to just stop. He was practically sobbing by the time Ryou was buried ball-deep inside of him and tried to hide his face in his arms. Starting out with a slow roll of his hips, Ryou pulled his sticky hair over one shoulder to have a better view of his brother. He was getting lost in the tight, tight, hot feeling gripping his cock that made it ever harder to pay attention to Atsushi.

Licking a path across his brother's Adam's apple and jaw, Ryou felt more than heard the sobs Atsushi choked on. Bucking his hips forward uncontrollably, Ryou noticed he was unable to coo "Don't cry" into his twin's ear. It came out more like a gutteral groan between sharp breaths than anything. Nothing intelligible made it past his throat anymore, but that wasn't what mattered. He had Atsushi for himself now, spread out beneath him and vulnerable. He was his and his alone, Ryou thought as he revelled in the feeling of Atsushi beneath him, around him and he craved for his brother to touch him, hold him, mark him his as surely as Ryou would mark Atsushi. But that would mean untying the ribbon, which proved rather difficult at the moment. There was also the possibility Atsushi would push him away.

None of that was really important at the moment. His entire being was focused on Atsushi, the way he puffed out strained little breaths, the unshed tears in his voice as he begged Ryou to stop, the way he arched his back and tightened around him. All of that send pleasurable shivers down his spine and he pressed his lips against the edge of Atsushi's mouth to drown out his own cries. Moving one of his hands up Atsushi's body, he slipped it between his head and shoulder to caress his cheek and bring his face closer to his own. Atsushi wouldn't let Ryou's tongue in, but a particularly vicious thrust parted his lips in a silent scream, allowing for Ryou to swipe his tongue between them and capture his brother's mouth in a searing, yet sloppy kiss. Saliva was running down Atsushi's chin, when he finally managed to free himself again.

Ryou buried his face in the expanse of neck Atsushi offered, licking and sucking hard on his collarbone and shoulder (nowhere visible above a collar). He gave Atsushi's earlobe a last sharp nip before leaning back and shifting their hips to gain better access to his brother's ass, driving himself deeper and harder into him. Blindly reaching for Atsushi's erection that was oozing precum onto his belly, he gave it a few languid strokes, before timing it more or less with every stabbing forward movement. He felt something inside of him coiling ever tighter and he drilled into Atsushi faster and tugged at him harder and suddenly, Ryou almost forgot to breath. With a choked sound, Atsushi spilled himself all over Ryou's hand and both their abdomen, all of his muscles seemed to constrict simultaneously, gripping Ryou in a very tight and unforgiving hold. Forgetting all about restraints, Ryou snapped his hips forward again and again, effectively impaling Atsushi on his length. The deafening mixture of his own breath and blood pounding in his ears blocked out Atsushi's sharp sobs and whimpers.

He drove inside deeper and deeper, totally out of control, until he finally came, spots dancing across his vision. The vice-like grip receded shortly after and Atsushi's form sprawled limply beneath him, only racked by heartfelt sobs now and again. Ryou collapsed on top of his brother, still buried inside of him, aching and too spent to care about the sticky fluid they rubbed against their stomachs. Tiredly kissing Atsushi's neck and stroking his side, Ryou waited for the rush to subside enough that he could get up. Atsushi didn't seem to be able to catch his breath, his chest was still shaking as he was trying to stifle his sniffling. When Ryou looked up, his face was all scrunched up and glistening wetly.

A couple of moments later, Ryou got up on wobbly legs to get a damp towel and mop up. Unconsciuosly, he heard Atsushi begin crying harder as he was about to exit the room, but the first thing on his mind was to clean himself. When he was more or less presentable again, he grabbed a soft towel to wipe Atsushi clean with and went back to his room to perform the task. His brother had turned his head away and was still sniffling. Dabbing gently at Atsushi's face, before moving on to the lower region. Afterwards, he cut his brother loose (Mizuki-san would have to get him a new ribbon) and intended to sit on the edge of the bed, stroke his hair and calm him down, but his brother swatted his hands away and carefully turned on his side, still weeping and unsuccessfully stifling his sobs.

Lips tightening and curving downward in anger, Ryou felt the need to shake his brother, but he contended himself with strangling the towel, before throwing it down with emphasis.I'll get you, trust me on that.