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eijentuTitle: Shadow
Series: Holitsuba Gakuen
Rating: R-18 (NSFW)
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clampkink. Fai doesn't know if the twin in the mirror deserves his brother's affection - but then, he doesn't know much. Twinpornfic.
Fai doesn't know if the twin in the mirror deserves his brother's affection - but then, he doesn't know much.
It might be his favourite thing to do, though: pressed against Yuui's back and rolling his hips into slow, measured thrusts. There's no hurry to finish today, not when Yuui is hot and slick around him, not when Yuui is rocking back against him, balancing him on that knife edge between ecstasy and orgasm. Fai sinks forward again, and his eyes squeeze shut with the drag along his cock. Saliva catches in the back of his throat, makes him gulp, and, fuck, yes, this; just this and nothing else.
He forces his eyes open again and leans forward, presses his mouth to his brother's skin, kisses sloppy-wet into his brother's neck. A shiver runs through Yuui then; he says Fai's name, breathless and wanting, and Fai smirks, despite the heat threatening to pour over him, despite the sweat slipping down his face. Post-coital snuggling might be another of Fai's favourite things - laughing and kissing in a mess of heavy limbs - but this… No, nothing compares to this. Nothing compares to being inside Yuui, to being wanted like this; nothing compares to being joined so completely, to just being them for a while.
Them, and not him.
He draws a shaky breath and holds his brother tighter. Nothing compares to the mind-numbing pleasure that scuds up his spine, and knowing that Yuui feels the same pleasure. Knowing that he can give this to Yuui, at least.
Because Fai is not good for much - after all, it's Yuui who cooks their supper each night and washes their sheets each week and smiles so charmingly at their colleagues that they feel sorry for the man and forgive him his idiot twin - but, oh, Fai is good at this.
Yuui's thighs are trembling, and with each thrust he trembles that little bit more, straining to hang onto himself. He bites his lip, brows drawn down in concentration, and Fai could watch Yuui forever like this.
And he can watch too. He made sure of that before he'd hardly got Yuui's jeans off.
After all, this might be one of his favourite things too. Fai raises his head, and looks past his brother's shoulder towards the foot of the bed. The wardrobe door is flung open, forced back by a hastily kicked slipper, and there, in the silver surface of their dressing mirror, he can see them, see Yuui, moving in this one perfect rhythm. His brother's skin is flushed, pink creeping into the white of his throat, and Fai doesn't need anything but this.
He watches Yuui's hands clutch the flats of his own thighs, and presses forward into the next thrust.
Fai knows that other people would say this is wrong: they are twins, brothers, and they ought not to touch each other like this, ought not to kiss or know the faces they (both) make when they come. He wonders sometimes whether he ought to feel horrified at himself, whether he ought to feel guilt over these things they do behind locked doors - but he doesn't and he never has. He doesn't know why and in truth, he doesn't care much. Perhaps that part of him is broken or perhaps it was never there, but Yuui is Yuui, and Fai would defy anyone to resist him.
Anyway, Yuui is the sensible one, so if Yuui says it's alright, then it must be alright.
He slides one hand from that identical hip, across sensitive skin and light curling hair, and slips it around his brother's cock.
Yuui moans and jerks his head around, lips parting, and Fai leans in to kiss him, hot and sweet. It's an awkward angle, but their tongues tangle nicely, and Fai can taste their mid-morning coffee in Yuui's mouth.
He loses himself in the press and pull of warm lips for a minute - but only a minute. He can hear the catch in Yuui's breath now, feel the telltale quickening of his hips, and Fai wants to watch Yuui's face when he comes.
He pulls reluctantly out of the kiss and nudges his brother's face forward again.
Yuui pants and says, ‘Fuck, Fai.'
Which makes Fai grin - now, that's what he likes to hear. His head feels light, vision blurring on the next thrust, and he can hear the stretch in his own voice too when he says, ‘I like watching Yuui come.'
It's impossible to tell whether Yuui blushes or not with the colour already in his cheeks, but it doesn't matter - his shudder says everything anyway. Fai's hand wraps more firmly around his twin's erection, and now they are in a hurry. Fai can feel his own pleasure starting to peak, and he's determined to see Yuui come first.
The next thrust is harder, Fai rolling his hips just the way Yuui likes, his hand keeping pace as best as it can. Yuui falls forward onto his hands and knees, and then he grinds back against Fai as he comes, gasping, his spasm jerky and sharp.
Fai watches the crease of Yuui's brow, the circle of his mouth, in that silvery surface, and comes just as hard.
(He doesn't look at the twin in the mirror at all.)
It's a week later that Fai, stood in front of the mirror and trying to decide between Yuui's blue shirt and his own green one, feels his twin come up behind him. Yuui is warm and damp from the shower, and he's got a certain hazy look in his eye as he nuzzles Fai's shoulder. Two arms wrap about Fai's waist, squeeze him tight for a moment, and then a hand wanders south to massage his cock.
Of course, the erection pressing into Fai's back is pretty obvious too.
Yuui smiles and says, ‘Do you want to stay in? I can make us something to eat here.'
And Fai is happy to have rice crackers from the box for supper if it means not leaving the bed (though the prospect of Yuui in apron and underwear is rather delicious as well).
He leans into his brother's embrace and says, ‘Let's stay in!'
Yuui laughs, soft, happy, and Fai shivers at the sudden huff of warm air on his neck. Ah, though not just his neck - his entire back tingles where Yuui is pressed against it, and Yuui's hand is stroking him firmly, Yuui's tongue is wet against his ear. His hips are moving in shallow little circles and everything is so good just then. Fai doesn't need to think at all, which is even better. His eyes screw shut for a second, and when he opens them again… When he opens them again, the twin in the mirror stares back bold as brass, looking at him, watching him, seeing him.
(Showing him.)
The twin in the mirror has his thighs spread disgracefully wide. His hard, reddened dick is stuck out between them, and he's got the most stupid look on his stupid face.
Fai can't stand that face.
He pulls abruptly out of Yuui's grasp, and turns meet him. If his brother is surprised (and he is: he says, ‘Oh!'), well, it's only for a second. Fai grins and leans close again, presses their lips together. The warmth of Yuui's mouth chases that other face away, and by the time Fai's shoved the wardrobe door closed, it's gone, gone, gone, and he forgets himself, forgets everything; loses himself in Yuui.
That's one of his favourite things as well.
They're out in Shibuya, not kissing and not holding hands, because they're tall and they're blond and they're identical, and that means there are at least ten sets of eyes on them at all times. Fai's wondering whether a cup of tea might be in order - perhaps even a cake: a maid café would be nice - when Yuui sidles closer and nudges his side, flicks his chin upwards, eyes dark and gleaming.
‘Want to?' is all he says.
Fai follows the flick of that chin, and realises they're in front a familiar building - a love hotel that they've visited before. The neon sign sputters against the darkening sky, and want spikes low and sharp in Fai's belly.
He's already changed direction when he says, ‘Yep!'
It's fully automated, this hotel, and therefore safe: no managers to enquire stiffly if the foreigners are lost, no reception clerks to notice that they've got the same face. There's the chime of the elevator as they enter the lobby, but it must be going up because the doors don't open and no-one appears. Everything is still. None of the guests linger to admire the artwork here, after all.
Yuui moves to the booking station and begins tapping at the touch-screen with a long, slender finger.
The first time they came here, Fai picked the room, the Moon Room, and he'd chosen it thinking (though only just, with Yuui's heat at his side) of formlessness and space. Of course, he hadn't stopped to consider how that might translate to an urban hotel - black walls and strange moulded flooring - and afterwards, as they lay together on silver-flecked sheets, he'd wondered how it might be improved. Perhaps the proprietors could install a wind machine of some sort, something to create lift and pressure. That would be amazing. But Yuui had commented, somewhat dryly, that he'd rather not encounter anything with propellers while quite so exposed, and Fai had to agree on that point.
The second time, Yuui picked the room - only he'd picked for Fai, really, because when the door swung open, it was pink and fluffy and Hello Kitty's face stared blankly from every surface. Fai had whooped and laughed, and Yuui grinned back at him, apparently pleased with his choice; he'd crossed the room to pluck a Hello Kitty condom from one of the pink sateen pillows, held it up for Fai to squeal over. The spa in the bathroom fizzed pink with the salts Fai poured in, and he'd leapt into it, clothes haphazard across the floor; grinned when Yuui blushed at his ogling.
And then later, writhing and bare, Fai had gasped as his brother dragged him backwards on the sateen duvet, dropped the chain to fuzzy pink handcuffs over a hook on the headboard - and then smoothed his hair and kissed his nose and asked if he was alright.
Well, Fai had definitely been alright.
Yuui had sunk down onto him, quick and smooth, and ridden him until he came, breathless and ragged, shouting his climax in a tongue from the other side of the world.
Anyway, that was last time, which means by rights it's Fai's turn to choose the room today - but Yuui has already made his selection and pulled out his credit card to swipe through the machine. His brother's brow furrows slightly as he awaits the next prompt, a hand goes up to tuck back bothersome hair, and Fai can't hide his smile then, no matter who might be watching. Because Yuui is strong and kind and so very beautiful, and Fai doesn't know why his brother wants him, why he says only, ‘I'm afraid I have other plans,' to any hint of romance and comes home to him, to them, to Fai and no-one else - but he does, and Fai will cherish this for a long as it lasts.
However long that might be.
One day, he knows, Yuui will see through him. One day, Yuui will tire of him, of them, and they will be brothers that lead separate lives, fuck separate people, and don't talk about the things they used to do. Fai has promised himself that he'll let Yuui go when that day comes, but it isn't this day and so he doesn't need to think about it.
(And sometimes he lies well enough to fool himself.)
The card key dispenses with a rattle and beep. Fai follows Yuui into the elevator - mercifully quick in its arrival - and then they're hurtling towards the third floor. Yuui resists his wandering hands in the corridor, but his smile is warm and his eyes shine with promise as they hurry towards their room. His twin messes about with the lock for a minute - more distracted than he's letting on, Fai notes with a smirk - but then the door swings open and Fai steps inside.
He looks around, taking it all in.
In truth, he's a bit surprised at what he finds. Not that it isn't nice, of course - the room is more than comfortable, in a classic hotel sort of way. There are two overstuffed armchairs near the opposite wall, and cream lampshades shield gold fixtures on each nightstand. The curtains are thick and the carpet is soft and in the middle of it all, a huge bed is done up in shades of blue. Yes, it's super nice, but hardly themed, and certainly not what he was expecting. Fai's just wondering if the bed was the clincher when Yuui's hand slides down his back, Yuui's lips cover his own, and then Fai doesn't care about why any more.
Yuui is moving quickly today. His strong, slender fingers push Fai's jacket off his shoulders, and then they slide under his T-shirt, pull that off as well.
Fai shakes his hair out of his eyes and laughs. ‘Yuui's eager today.'
His brother smiles, removing his own shirt as swiftly as he did Fai's. ‘I'm always eager,' he says, but there's a touch of pink in his cheeks. His hands unzip his pants now, pushing them down. Yuui's cock is dark against that pale, pale skin, and Fai feels a tingle from his throat to his belly.
He could remove his own jeans, of course, but he won't. Not today. Today he wants the feel of Yuui's hands fumbling with his fly, of fingers yanking away fabric, and exposing him, claiming him.
Yuui does all those things in the next ten seconds, and Fai shivers when Yuui pulls him close, bare and warm and identical, for a kiss.
(Yuui is moving quickly today.)
He thuds back against the bed, falling rather awkwardly, and he's hardly time to laugh before Yuui's crawling over him again. Yuui's kisses are urgent and hot, leave him gasping, and Fai doesn't need to think at times like this. Well, it's all he can do to keep up, let alone think, and how Fai loves the times like this!
He'd be happy never to think again if it meant he could stay here, just here, in this room, on this bed, with his brain blanking out and his brother on top of him.
But now Yuui's inching backwards, running a slippery pink tongue over Fai's chest, his stomach, pausing to tease at his bellybutton (and he knows that makes Fai squeal!). Yuui's hand wraps around Fai's shaft, and Fai doesn't think he can get any harder, except he does, of course, when his brother strokes him: slow, firm and sure.
Yuui is staring at him with that look on his face, moving lower and lower, lips parting, tongue slipping out, and Fai can't tear his eyes away. Ah, but then Yuui's mouth closes over the head of his cock, sudden and hot, and now he can't keep them open.
He cries out, ‘Yuui! Ah… Yuui… Yuui!'
(It's the only word he can think of.)
Yuui takes him in deeper, and Fai doesn't bother to hold back the moans. Well, why should he? Yuui's mouth is warm and wet, his lips sliding down, and Fai can feel himself shudder with the effort of staying still. His thighs are clenching, pleasure ripping through him, and he'll be finished too soon if he's not careful…
Then the warmth and the wet disappear and Yuui says, ‘Fai, open your eyes.'
He can't quite make sense of that - eyes? - but some part of him seems to understand because the next thing, he's staring upwards.
And then he gasps.
There on the ceiling, Fai can see himself, flushed and sweating, his legs akimbo with Yuui between them. The twin in the mirror gazes back, watching (showing), a stupid look for a stupid face - and Fai cannot stand what he sees in that face.
He closes his eyes and breathes out, pushes it away (stuffs it down deep where nobody knows).
It's a clumsy tactic, but the best he can manage at such short notice. Fai doesn't really expect Yuui to let him get away with it - and he's no sooner had the thought than he hears, ‘Fai, open your eyes,' once again. Yuui's voice is insistent this time, but it's never unkind, and Fai will do what Yuui asks because Yuui should not have to worry about this.
Fai will never tell Yuui what he sees in that silvery surface, because Yuui should not have to worry about Fai.
He opens his eyes and smiles at his brother (ignores the twin in the mirror).
And now Yuui's crawling back towards him. He settles between Fai's open thighs, grinds their (matching) erections together, and brings his mouth to Fai's ear.
‘Love you,' he says, and it's so simple, so honest, so perfectly Yuui. Fai can hardly breathe against the lump in his throat, the swell of his chest, but Yuui, it seems, does not need an answer. He smiles that smile and kisses Fai deep, and Fai can taste himself (them) in his brother's mouth.
Then Yuui rolls to the side and grabs something from the floor - it's the lube: when did he put that there? - and spills some over his fingers. Something about that is strange, somehow - he's so used to seeing Yuui pour it into his hand and coat both his palms - but then Yuui smiles down at him, shifts back on his knees, and, oh, yeah, then Fai gets it.
He gets it, and he wants Yuui inside him so badly that he doesn't think he can hang on.
Fai says, ‘Yuui, hurry.'
Yuui chuckles, a faint chuff at the back of his throat, and Fai moans when he feels a finger push into him. It's a while since they've done it like this - Fai's not sure why, but night after night Yuui slicks Fai's cock and sinks down on him and after that it doesn't matter why. On top, underneath, licking, thrusting, grinding - it's all fucking and it's all good, but right now Fai wants Yuui inside him. His hips thrust forward to hurry him on, and Yuui presses in a second finger.
‘You're pretty tight, you know,' he says, frowning slightly. ‘Are you clenching?'
What sort of an accusation is that? Fai contracts around Yuui's fingers to demonstrate the difference, thank you very much, and the grin on his twin's face says the point is well taken.
Fai says, ‘Yuui, hurry.'
‘Well, I will if you relax a bit,' is the response: practical as ever, but Fai can see the quiver in Yuui's thighs and isn't fooled. The third finger makes him moan and writhe, but it isn't enough, isn't Yuui, and so he arches upwards, feels the burn as he shifts his posture, and then he kisses his twin hard enough to persuade.
He pulls back and grins. ‘Yuui, now!'
And Yuui's eyes are dark and soft as he kisses Fai once more and says, ‘OK, hang on.'
He slips away to fish a condom from the bowl on the nightstand, sorting through the pile for a second before he finds what he's looking for (or at least decides to settle for whatever's in his hand - Fai's eyes are burning a hole in his head). But with that decided, Yuui doesn't waste time - a second later the packet's torn, and when he turns back, Fai shivers at the sight of Yuui rolling the latex over his own dick.
Yuui says, ‘Can you pass me the lube? It's just next to your knee.'
Actually, Fai can do better than that. He slides a nail beneath the cap, flicks it open, and now Fai's the one coating his palms and slicking his twin's cock. The noise Yuui makes has Fai shivering again, and he's probably less than graceful as he wipes off his hands and thwacks onto his back, spreads out his knees as wide as they'll go.
Yuui runs a hand over Fai's leg, down along his shin, and smiles. ‘Up?' he says.
And Fai grins back. ‘Definitely up.'
There's a bit of fumbling as Yuui gets a good grip, but eventually he drags Fai forward, hefts his knees over his shoulders. Fai can still remember the first time Yuui did this: they were 17 years old and tanned for the summer, the pair of them sticky and bare in Fai's bed. They'd both kind of giggled, though they'd kept their voices low, and Fai will never forget the sight of his legs framing Yuui's face; never forget the expression his twin made as he pressed forward and took him.
It's the same expression he's making today, or near enough, at least. Yuui slides deeper, and they could have been made to fit one another because Yuui feels… Fuck. Fai lets out a moan as his brother pushes forward. Yuui feels incredible. He's better than decency and propriety and morality, better than modesty and doing the right thing. Yuui is a shadow moving over the top of him, a splash of pink and white in the glass on the ceiling, and this is another of Fai's favourite things.
Yuui's cock is solid and hot, makes him ache and shudder, but even this is not enough. Fai would pull Yuui inside him and keep him there forever if that were possible - sinful, sweet pleasure and them and not him - but he can't, and so he'll make the most of his fun while it lasts.
He smiles and grinds slowly upwards. ‘I want Yuui to fuck me,' he says teasingly.
Yuui smiles back, tousled, flushed - so very beautiful - and replies, ‘I want you to watch me fucking you.'
And then Fai blinks. Oh!
Yuui tips his head back, and Fai does the same, gazes up at the shimmering ceiling. He can see hair and skin there, arms and thighs; he can see where they meet, where they are them and not him. Fai watches Yuui's cock slide out and back in, a smudge of dark swallowed by pink and white. His twin hits the spot that makes Fai moan, and then he stays there, rocking into him, watching and smiling; moving his hips gentle and slow.
Yuui wipes his forehead against Fai's knee, and says, ‘Feel alright?'
(Yuui is a tease.)
Fai wants more: more Yuui inside him, more Yuui against him. He thrusts up sharply, smirks at his brother's cry - and then they're moving together, jagged and fast. Yuui's nails scrape down Fai's legs, Yuui's tongue laps at Fai's thigh. It's rough and it's hot and it's wet and it's good, and when Yuui cries, ‘Fai!', Fai knows what he means.
It would be nice to stay like this forever, but the best is yet to come.
Fai strokes himself in time with Yuui's thrusts, and it's not long before he stiffens, cries out, his knees clenched about Yuui's head. Electricity jolts up his spine, blanks out his brain, and orgasm crashes over Fai as Yuui fucks the twin in the mirror.
‘Are you ready to go?' asks Yuui, and then he stops: he'd probably put his hands on his hips if they weren't busy with his hair. ‘That jacket isn't very warm, you know.'
Fai grins. ‘I didn't think we'd still be out this late,' he says impishly, and Yuui blushes even as he rolls his eyes. ‘I thought we'd be home by now, all tucked up in bed.'
‘It's only just gone seven, Fai.'
‘Well, we could still be in bed.'
‘You might be,' Yuui counters. ‘I'd have made a start on dinner.' Then he pulls off his scarf and wraps it around Fai's neck: he arranges it in a way that Fai doesn't really like, but it probably looks better that way. ‘Anyway, we did go to bed.'
Fai laughs at that, and Yuui laughs too. They bump noses for a moment, breath hot against each other's skin. Fai thinks Yuui is about to kiss him - he licks his lips in anticipation - but instead Yuui's fingers curl into the wool, his eyes cast downward suddenly, the smile fading on his lips.
Yuui swallows and says, ‘You're my favourite person in all the world, Fai,' and Fai blinks - where's all this coming from? His brother fusses with the scarf a bit more, and he still doesn't meet Fai's (incredulous) gaze as he goes on with, ‘I know I may not be your favourite person any more, and I don't have to be, but you'll always be mine, OK?'
Fai looks into Yuui's face, so warm and so familiar, and is amazed at what he finds there. He has loved this face since he can remember, since before he ever knew that it matches his own. He left this face behind once, but never again, and it's a moment before he can smile brightly and nod his head and say, ‘Me too, silly.'
They step out into the evening and catch the train home. Yuui starts cooking as soon as they're in, and Fai calls their neighbour round - their grumbly puppy - for a pre-dinner drink. He cackles and teases and says things he shouldn't; Kurogane rages on cue, and, god, it's such fun!
Yuui watches from the kitchen, and his smile never slips.
Fai knows that the twin in the mirror does not deserve his brother's affection - but he wants it anyway. Fai's seen the way Kurogane looks at Yuui, seen the shift of interest from one twin to another, and one day, he knows, things will change. Fai will let Yuui go when that happens: will cheer by his side and say all the right words, and will never remember the things that they did. One day they will change, and Fai will be happy for Yuui then, but for now he is selfish and he'll take what he can.
(Yuui was always Fai's favourite thing.)
END
Series: Holitsuba Gakuen
Rating: R-18 (NSFW)
Summary: Written for this prompt on
clampkink. Fai doesn't know if the twin in the mirror deserves his brother's affection - but then, he doesn't know much. TwinFai doesn't know if the twin in the mirror deserves his brother's affection - but then, he doesn't know much.
It might be his favourite thing to do, though: pressed against Yuui's back and rolling his hips into slow, measured thrusts. There's no hurry to finish today, not when Yuui is hot and slick around him, not when Yuui is rocking back against him, balancing him on that knife edge between ecstasy and orgasm. Fai sinks forward again, and his eyes squeeze shut with the drag along his cock. Saliva catches in the back of his throat, makes him gulp, and, fuck, yes, this; just this and nothing else.
He forces his eyes open again and leans forward, presses his mouth to his brother's skin, kisses sloppy-wet into his brother's neck. A shiver runs through Yuui then; he says Fai's name, breathless and wanting, and Fai smirks, despite the heat threatening to pour over him, despite the sweat slipping down his face. Post-coital snuggling might be another of Fai's favourite things - laughing and kissing in a mess of heavy limbs - but this… No, nothing compares to this. Nothing compares to being inside Yuui, to being wanted like this; nothing compares to being joined so completely, to just being them for a while.
Them, and not him.
He draws a shaky breath and holds his brother tighter. Nothing compares to the mind-numbing pleasure that scuds up his spine, and knowing that Yuui feels the same pleasure. Knowing that he can give this to Yuui, at least.
Because Fai is not good for much - after all, it's Yuui who cooks their supper each night and washes their sheets each week and smiles so charmingly at their colleagues that they feel sorry for the man and forgive him his idiot twin - but, oh, Fai is good at this.
Yuui's thighs are trembling, and with each thrust he trembles that little bit more, straining to hang onto himself. He bites his lip, brows drawn down in concentration, and Fai could watch Yuui forever like this.
And he can watch too. He made sure of that before he'd hardly got Yuui's jeans off.
After all, this might be one of his favourite things too. Fai raises his head, and looks past his brother's shoulder towards the foot of the bed. The wardrobe door is flung open, forced back by a hastily kicked slipper, and there, in the silver surface of their dressing mirror, he can see them, see Yuui, moving in this one perfect rhythm. His brother's skin is flushed, pink creeping into the white of his throat, and Fai doesn't need anything but this.
He watches Yuui's hands clutch the flats of his own thighs, and presses forward into the next thrust.
Fai knows that other people would say this is wrong: they are twins, brothers, and they ought not to touch each other like this, ought not to kiss or know the faces they (both) make when they come. He wonders sometimes whether he ought to feel horrified at himself, whether he ought to feel guilt over these things they do behind locked doors - but he doesn't and he never has. He doesn't know why and in truth, he doesn't care much. Perhaps that part of him is broken or perhaps it was never there, but Yuui is Yuui, and Fai would defy anyone to resist him.
Anyway, Yuui is the sensible one, so if Yuui says it's alright, then it must be alright.
He slides one hand from that identical hip, across sensitive skin and light curling hair, and slips it around his brother's cock.
Yuui moans and jerks his head around, lips parting, and Fai leans in to kiss him, hot and sweet. It's an awkward angle, but their tongues tangle nicely, and Fai can taste their mid-morning coffee in Yuui's mouth.
He loses himself in the press and pull of warm lips for a minute - but only a minute. He can hear the catch in Yuui's breath now, feel the telltale quickening of his hips, and Fai wants to watch Yuui's face when he comes.
He pulls reluctantly out of the kiss and nudges his brother's face forward again.
Yuui pants and says, ‘Fuck, Fai.'
Which makes Fai grin - now, that's what he likes to hear. His head feels light, vision blurring on the next thrust, and he can hear the stretch in his own voice too when he says, ‘I like watching Yuui come.'
It's impossible to tell whether Yuui blushes or not with the colour already in his cheeks, but it doesn't matter - his shudder says everything anyway. Fai's hand wraps more firmly around his twin's erection, and now they are in a hurry. Fai can feel his own pleasure starting to peak, and he's determined to see Yuui come first.
The next thrust is harder, Fai rolling his hips just the way Yuui likes, his hand keeping pace as best as it can. Yuui falls forward onto his hands and knees, and then he grinds back against Fai as he comes, gasping, his spasm jerky and sharp.
Fai watches the crease of Yuui's brow, the circle of his mouth, in that silvery surface, and comes just as hard.
(He doesn't look at the twin in the mirror at all.)
It's a week later that Fai, stood in front of the mirror and trying to decide between Yuui's blue shirt and his own green one, feels his twin come up behind him. Yuui is warm and damp from the shower, and he's got a certain hazy look in his eye as he nuzzles Fai's shoulder. Two arms wrap about Fai's waist, squeeze him tight for a moment, and then a hand wanders south to massage his cock.
Of course, the erection pressing into Fai's back is pretty obvious too.
Yuui smiles and says, ‘Do you want to stay in? I can make us something to eat here.'
And Fai is happy to have rice crackers from the box for supper if it means not leaving the bed (though the prospect of Yuui in apron and underwear is rather delicious as well).
He leans into his brother's embrace and says, ‘Let's stay in!'
Yuui laughs, soft, happy, and Fai shivers at the sudden huff of warm air on his neck. Ah, though not just his neck - his entire back tingles where Yuui is pressed against it, and Yuui's hand is stroking him firmly, Yuui's tongue is wet against his ear. His hips are moving in shallow little circles and everything is so good just then. Fai doesn't need to think at all, which is even better. His eyes screw shut for a second, and when he opens them again… When he opens them again, the twin in the mirror stares back bold as brass, looking at him, watching him, seeing him.
(Showing him.)
The twin in the mirror has his thighs spread disgracefully wide. His hard, reddened dick is stuck out between them, and he's got the most stupid look on his stupid face.
Fai can't stand that face.
He pulls abruptly out of Yuui's grasp, and turns meet him. If his brother is surprised (and he is: he says, ‘Oh!'), well, it's only for a second. Fai grins and leans close again, presses their lips together. The warmth of Yuui's mouth chases that other face away, and by the time Fai's shoved the wardrobe door closed, it's gone, gone, gone, and he forgets himself, forgets everything; loses himself in Yuui.
That's one of his favourite things as well.
They're out in Shibuya, not kissing and not holding hands, because they're tall and they're blond and they're identical, and that means there are at least ten sets of eyes on them at all times. Fai's wondering whether a cup of tea might be in order - perhaps even a cake: a maid café would be nice - when Yuui sidles closer and nudges his side, flicks his chin upwards, eyes dark and gleaming.
‘Want to?' is all he says.
Fai follows the flick of that chin, and realises they're in front a familiar building - a love hotel that they've visited before. The neon sign sputters against the darkening sky, and want spikes low and sharp in Fai's belly.
He's already changed direction when he says, ‘Yep!'
It's fully automated, this hotel, and therefore safe: no managers to enquire stiffly if the foreigners are lost, no reception clerks to notice that they've got the same face. There's the chime of the elevator as they enter the lobby, but it must be going up because the doors don't open and no-one appears. Everything is still. None of the guests linger to admire the artwork here, after all.
Yuui moves to the booking station and begins tapping at the touch-screen with a long, slender finger.
The first time they came here, Fai picked the room, the Moon Room, and he'd chosen it thinking (though only just, with Yuui's heat at his side) of formlessness and space. Of course, he hadn't stopped to consider how that might translate to an urban hotel - black walls and strange moulded flooring - and afterwards, as they lay together on silver-flecked sheets, he'd wondered how it might be improved. Perhaps the proprietors could install a wind machine of some sort, something to create lift and pressure. That would be amazing. But Yuui had commented, somewhat dryly, that he'd rather not encounter anything with propellers while quite so exposed, and Fai had to agree on that point.
The second time, Yuui picked the room - only he'd picked for Fai, really, because when the door swung open, it was pink and fluffy and Hello Kitty's face stared blankly from every surface. Fai had whooped and laughed, and Yuui grinned back at him, apparently pleased with his choice; he'd crossed the room to pluck a Hello Kitty condom from one of the pink sateen pillows, held it up for Fai to squeal over. The spa in the bathroom fizzed pink with the salts Fai poured in, and he'd leapt into it, clothes haphazard across the floor; grinned when Yuui blushed at his ogling.
And then later, writhing and bare, Fai had gasped as his brother dragged him backwards on the sateen duvet, dropped the chain to fuzzy pink handcuffs over a hook on the headboard - and then smoothed his hair and kissed his nose and asked if he was alright.
Well, Fai had definitely been alright.
Yuui had sunk down onto him, quick and smooth, and ridden him until he came, breathless and ragged, shouting his climax in a tongue from the other side of the world.
Anyway, that was last time, which means by rights it's Fai's turn to choose the room today - but Yuui has already made his selection and pulled out his credit card to swipe through the machine. His brother's brow furrows slightly as he awaits the next prompt, a hand goes up to tuck back bothersome hair, and Fai can't hide his smile then, no matter who might be watching. Because Yuui is strong and kind and so very beautiful, and Fai doesn't know why his brother wants him, why he says only, ‘I'm afraid I have other plans,' to any hint of romance and comes home to him, to them, to Fai and no-one else - but he does, and Fai will cherish this for a long as it lasts.
However long that might be.
One day, he knows, Yuui will see through him. One day, Yuui will tire of him, of them, and they will be brothers that lead separate lives, fuck separate people, and don't talk about the things they used to do. Fai has promised himself that he'll let Yuui go when that day comes, but it isn't this day and so he doesn't need to think about it.
(And sometimes he lies well enough to fool himself.)
The card key dispenses with a rattle and beep. Fai follows Yuui into the elevator - mercifully quick in its arrival - and then they're hurtling towards the third floor. Yuui resists his wandering hands in the corridor, but his smile is warm and his eyes shine with promise as they hurry towards their room. His twin messes about with the lock for a minute - more distracted than he's letting on, Fai notes with a smirk - but then the door swings open and Fai steps inside.
He looks around, taking it all in.
In truth, he's a bit surprised at what he finds. Not that it isn't nice, of course - the room is more than comfortable, in a classic hotel sort of way. There are two overstuffed armchairs near the opposite wall, and cream lampshades shield gold fixtures on each nightstand. The curtains are thick and the carpet is soft and in the middle of it all, a huge bed is done up in shades of blue. Yes, it's super nice, but hardly themed, and certainly not what he was expecting. Fai's just wondering if the bed was the clincher when Yuui's hand slides down his back, Yuui's lips cover his own, and then Fai doesn't care about why any more.
Yuui is moving quickly today. His strong, slender fingers push Fai's jacket off his shoulders, and then they slide under his T-shirt, pull that off as well.
Fai shakes his hair out of his eyes and laughs. ‘Yuui's eager today.'
His brother smiles, removing his own shirt as swiftly as he did Fai's. ‘I'm always eager,' he says, but there's a touch of pink in his cheeks. His hands unzip his pants now, pushing them down. Yuui's cock is dark against that pale, pale skin, and Fai feels a tingle from his throat to his belly.
He could remove his own jeans, of course, but he won't. Not today. Today he wants the feel of Yuui's hands fumbling with his fly, of fingers yanking away fabric, and exposing him, claiming him.
Yuui does all those things in the next ten seconds, and Fai shivers when Yuui pulls him close, bare and warm and identical, for a kiss.
(Yuui is moving quickly today.)
He thuds back against the bed, falling rather awkwardly, and he's hardly time to laugh before Yuui's crawling over him again. Yuui's kisses are urgent and hot, leave him gasping, and Fai doesn't need to think at times like this. Well, it's all he can do to keep up, let alone think, and how Fai loves the times like this!
He'd be happy never to think again if it meant he could stay here, just here, in this room, on this bed, with his brain blanking out and his brother on top of him.
But now Yuui's inching backwards, running a slippery pink tongue over Fai's chest, his stomach, pausing to tease at his bellybutton (and he knows that makes Fai squeal!). Yuui's hand wraps around Fai's shaft, and Fai doesn't think he can get any harder, except he does, of course, when his brother strokes him: slow, firm and sure.
Yuui is staring at him with that look on his face, moving lower and lower, lips parting, tongue slipping out, and Fai can't tear his eyes away. Ah, but then Yuui's mouth closes over the head of his cock, sudden and hot, and now he can't keep them open.
He cries out, ‘Yuui! Ah… Yuui… Yuui!'
(It's the only word he can think of.)
Yuui takes him in deeper, and Fai doesn't bother to hold back the moans. Well, why should he? Yuui's mouth is warm and wet, his lips sliding down, and Fai can feel himself shudder with the effort of staying still. His thighs are clenching, pleasure ripping through him, and he'll be finished too soon if he's not careful…
Then the warmth and the wet disappear and Yuui says, ‘Fai, open your eyes.'
He can't quite make sense of that - eyes? - but some part of him seems to understand because the next thing, he's staring upwards.
And then he gasps.
There on the ceiling, Fai can see himself, flushed and sweating, his legs akimbo with Yuui between them. The twin in the mirror gazes back, watching (showing), a stupid look for a stupid face - and Fai cannot stand what he sees in that face.
He closes his eyes and breathes out, pushes it away (stuffs it down deep where nobody knows).
It's a clumsy tactic, but the best he can manage at such short notice. Fai doesn't really expect Yuui to let him get away with it - and he's no sooner had the thought than he hears, ‘Fai, open your eyes,' once again. Yuui's voice is insistent this time, but it's never unkind, and Fai will do what Yuui asks because Yuui should not have to worry about this.
Fai will never tell Yuui what he sees in that silvery surface, because Yuui should not have to worry about Fai.
He opens his eyes and smiles at his brother (ignores the twin in the mirror).
And now Yuui's crawling back towards him. He settles between Fai's open thighs, grinds their (matching) erections together, and brings his mouth to Fai's ear.
‘Love you,' he says, and it's so simple, so honest, so perfectly Yuui. Fai can hardly breathe against the lump in his throat, the swell of his chest, but Yuui, it seems, does not need an answer. He smiles that smile and kisses Fai deep, and Fai can taste himself (them) in his brother's mouth.
Then Yuui rolls to the side and grabs something from the floor - it's the lube: when did he put that there? - and spills some over his fingers. Something about that is strange, somehow - he's so used to seeing Yuui pour it into his hand and coat both his palms - but then Yuui smiles down at him, shifts back on his knees, and, oh, yeah, then Fai gets it.
He gets it, and he wants Yuui inside him so badly that he doesn't think he can hang on.
Fai says, ‘Yuui, hurry.'
Yuui chuckles, a faint chuff at the back of his throat, and Fai moans when he feels a finger push into him. It's a while since they've done it like this - Fai's not sure why, but night after night Yuui slicks Fai's cock and sinks down on him and after that it doesn't matter why. On top, underneath, licking, thrusting, grinding - it's all fucking and it's all good, but right now Fai wants Yuui inside him. His hips thrust forward to hurry him on, and Yuui presses in a second finger.
‘You're pretty tight, you know,' he says, frowning slightly. ‘Are you clenching?'
What sort of an accusation is that? Fai contracts around Yuui's fingers to demonstrate the difference, thank you very much, and the grin on his twin's face says the point is well taken.
Fai says, ‘Yuui, hurry.'
‘Well, I will if you relax a bit,' is the response: practical as ever, but Fai can see the quiver in Yuui's thighs and isn't fooled. The third finger makes him moan and writhe, but it isn't enough, isn't Yuui, and so he arches upwards, feels the burn as he shifts his posture, and then he kisses his twin hard enough to persuade.
He pulls back and grins. ‘Yuui, now!'
And Yuui's eyes are dark and soft as he kisses Fai once more and says, ‘OK, hang on.'
He slips away to fish a condom from the bowl on the nightstand, sorting through the pile for a second before he finds what he's looking for (or at least decides to settle for whatever's in his hand - Fai's eyes are burning a hole in his head). But with that decided, Yuui doesn't waste time - a second later the packet's torn, and when he turns back, Fai shivers at the sight of Yuui rolling the latex over his own dick.
Yuui says, ‘Can you pass me the lube? It's just next to your knee.'
Actually, Fai can do better than that. He slides a nail beneath the cap, flicks it open, and now Fai's the one coating his palms and slicking his twin's cock. The noise Yuui makes has Fai shivering again, and he's probably less than graceful as he wipes off his hands and thwacks onto his back, spreads out his knees as wide as they'll go.
Yuui runs a hand over Fai's leg, down along his shin, and smiles. ‘Up?' he says.
And Fai grins back. ‘Definitely up.'
There's a bit of fumbling as Yuui gets a good grip, but eventually he drags Fai forward, hefts his knees over his shoulders. Fai can still remember the first time Yuui did this: they were 17 years old and tanned for the summer, the pair of them sticky and bare in Fai's bed. They'd both kind of giggled, though they'd kept their voices low, and Fai will never forget the sight of his legs framing Yuui's face; never forget the expression his twin made as he pressed forward and took him.
It's the same expression he's making today, or near enough, at least. Yuui slides deeper, and they could have been made to fit one another because Yuui feels… Fuck. Fai lets out a moan as his brother pushes forward. Yuui feels incredible. He's better than decency and propriety and morality, better than modesty and doing the right thing. Yuui is a shadow moving over the top of him, a splash of pink and white in the glass on the ceiling, and this is another of Fai's favourite things.
Yuui's cock is solid and hot, makes him ache and shudder, but even this is not enough. Fai would pull Yuui inside him and keep him there forever if that were possible - sinful, sweet pleasure and them and not him - but he can't, and so he'll make the most of his fun while it lasts.
He smiles and grinds slowly upwards. ‘I want Yuui to fuck me,' he says teasingly.
Yuui smiles back, tousled, flushed - so very beautiful - and replies, ‘I want you to watch me fucking you.'
And then Fai blinks. Oh!
Yuui tips his head back, and Fai does the same, gazes up at the shimmering ceiling. He can see hair and skin there, arms and thighs; he can see where they meet, where they are them and not him. Fai watches Yuui's cock slide out and back in, a smudge of dark swallowed by pink and white. His twin hits the spot that makes Fai moan, and then he stays there, rocking into him, watching and smiling; moving his hips gentle and slow.
Yuui wipes his forehead against Fai's knee, and says, ‘Feel alright?'
(Yuui is a tease.)
Fai wants more: more Yuui inside him, more Yuui against him. He thrusts up sharply, smirks at his brother's cry - and then they're moving together, jagged and fast. Yuui's nails scrape down Fai's legs, Yuui's tongue laps at Fai's thigh. It's rough and it's hot and it's wet and it's good, and when Yuui cries, ‘Fai!', Fai knows what he means.
It would be nice to stay like this forever, but the best is yet to come.
Fai strokes himself in time with Yuui's thrusts, and it's not long before he stiffens, cries out, his knees clenched about Yuui's head. Electricity jolts up his spine, blanks out his brain, and orgasm crashes over Fai as Yuui fucks the twin in the mirror.
‘Are you ready to go?' asks Yuui, and then he stops: he'd probably put his hands on his hips if they weren't busy with his hair. ‘That jacket isn't very warm, you know.'
Fai grins. ‘I didn't think we'd still be out this late,' he says impishly, and Yuui blushes even as he rolls his eyes. ‘I thought we'd be home by now, all tucked up in bed.'
‘It's only just gone seven, Fai.'
‘Well, we could still be in bed.'
‘You might be,' Yuui counters. ‘I'd have made a start on dinner.' Then he pulls off his scarf and wraps it around Fai's neck: he arranges it in a way that Fai doesn't really like, but it probably looks better that way. ‘Anyway, we did go to bed.'
Fai laughs at that, and Yuui laughs too. They bump noses for a moment, breath hot against each other's skin. Fai thinks Yuui is about to kiss him - he licks his lips in anticipation - but instead Yuui's fingers curl into the wool, his eyes cast downward suddenly, the smile fading on his lips.
Yuui swallows and says, ‘You're my favourite person in all the world, Fai,' and Fai blinks - where's all this coming from? His brother fusses with the scarf a bit more, and he still doesn't meet Fai's (incredulous) gaze as he goes on with, ‘I know I may not be your favourite person any more, and I don't have to be, but you'll always be mine, OK?'
Fai looks into Yuui's face, so warm and so familiar, and is amazed at what he finds there. He has loved this face since he can remember, since before he ever knew that it matches his own. He left this face behind once, but never again, and it's a moment before he can smile brightly and nod his head and say, ‘Me too, silly.'
They step out into the evening and catch the train home. Yuui starts cooking as soon as they're in, and Fai calls their neighbour round - their grumbly puppy - for a pre-dinner drink. He cackles and teases and says things he shouldn't; Kurogane rages on cue, and, god, it's such fun!
Yuui watches from the kitchen, and his smile never slips.
Fai knows that the twin in the mirror does not deserve his brother's affection - but he wants it anyway. Fai's seen the way Kurogane looks at Yuui, seen the shift of interest from one twin to another, and one day, he knows, things will change. Fai will let Yuui go when that happens: will cheer by his side and say all the right words, and will never remember the things that they did. One day they will change, and Fai will be happy for Yuui then, but for now he is selfish and he'll take what he can.
(Yuui was always Fai's favourite thing.)
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