A wisp of smoke curled over fine-boned, honey hands, strong tapering fingers, trimmed nails. Well cared-for Japanese hands with calluses that knew kendo, hands accustomed to gripping shinai. The kind any attentive lover would desire upon their body, for the sensual stirrings they'd evoke.

Samejima Ranmaru was in no position to appreciate the touch of those hands.

He wore a scowl, a furrow between his brows with the expression skewing his mouth, as Enjoji Kei's fingers crept into the band of his pants. "For the last time, stop it!" the blond man cried in exasperation, making to smack the hand away with a textbook that came to hand.

Kai looked up alert from his pile of homework, eager to avenge the slightest misdemeanor to Ranmaru's person.

Enjoji's hand had vanished. He lounged on the couch, innocently smoking his cigarette, the very picture of disinterest. Two scowling visages turned on him. "What?" he lifted a brow, tone defensive.

"You know what," Ranmaru muttered, turning back to his homework.

"Enjoji," Kai's lips tucked downward, the expression more sullenly cute than menacing, "if you have the nerve to defile Ranmaru in his own home--"

"Kodomo," Enjoji overspoke him, "if you have the nerve to threaten me in *my* own home, I'll toss you out myself. Gleefully." He spoke the last word under his breath, taking another deep drag.

Kai's features darkened a touch, but then he looked back to Ranmaru. The blond young man gave him a reassuring smile and Kai answered with a sunny one, then turned back to his books after blowing a quiet *beeda* at his older half-brother.

Like a five-legged nimble spider, Enjoji's free hand trekked over the intervening space of couch to vanish into a fold of Ranmaru's pants.

"Enough!" Ranmaru leapt up and slammed his books on the table. "I'm leaving."

"Ranmaru-sempai!" Kai jolted to his feet. He glared at Enjoji.

"Ho~o." Enjoji leaned back, unimpressed by either reaction, hand once again seated on his knee, decorous. He exhaled a plume of smoke as Kai hovered near, expression menacing, and the boy retreated with a cough and a murderous glare.

Ranmaru stuffed his books into his satchel, movements crisp. He presented his back to Enjoji. Kai stood watch to make sure the disdainful gesture wasn't ruined by Enjoji copping a quick feel.

"Ranmaru-sempai, you don't have to go," Kai pleaded, tossing a disgusted look at his half-brother for his infraction.

"Actually I do," Ranmaru corrected, standing and brushing a curl of honey hair from his eyes. "I have to get to my internship."

"Oh," Kai looked at him, crestfallen. He looked at Enjoji. Enjoji blew a ring of smoke at him.

"Ja, itekimasu," Ranmaru waved, heading for the entryway, giving equally warm smiles to Enjoji and Kai.

"Onegai, sempai, can't I come with you?" Kai asked, following him with desperation.

Ranmaru's expression was firm and regretful. "I'm afraid not, Kai. I'm going to work."

"Don't I get a goodbye kiss?" Enjoji called from the couch.

Kai bristled. "You're not getting *any* kind of kiss," he avowed.

Ranmaru patted him on the head and moved to put his shoes on. "Mata ne!" he waved again, then he was out the door.

Kai fumed in the entryway. "He treats me like a kid."

"That's because you act like one," Enjoji told him, succinct.

"Kora - !" Kai turned on his heel, glaring fit to kill.

Enjoji chuckled and snuffed his cigarette out. "Don't worry. It's not a permanent condition unless you keep acting as you do now." He got up and headed for the kitchen.

Kai growled and followed. "You say these things to be deliberately offensive."

"Is it working?" Enjoji stuck his head around the corner, hopeful.

"Oh, no you don't!" Kai brandished a fist, "you're not driving me away so easy!"

"Damn," Enjoji muttered, moving about the kitchen. "Well, I'm eating dinner. If you want to eat here, you'll have to help."

Kai's mouth twitched. "Me? Help in a *kitchen*?" He was incredulous. "I've never worked in a kitchen my entire life."

"That," Enjoji proclaimed, setting out a bag of rice, "is exactly the kind of childish attitude I would expect."

Kai stiffened. It was a challenge and they both knew it. "Fine," he squared his shoulders, joining Enjoji in the kitchen. "I'll help."

Enjoji looked pained. "I was hoping you'd say no." He uncorked a bottle of sake. "Here's something to make you less childish." He lifted a challenging brow and poured two cups.

Kai's chin jutted out. "I've had sake before."

"Ho?" Enjoji held up his cup, holding one out for his half-brother. "We'll see how you do, then."

"And I've never gotten drunk," Kai asserted.

"Yet," Enjoji jibed him, tossing down his drink in a few burning swallows and eyeing his half-brother.

Kai's mouth firmed. Lifting up his cup, he mimicked Enjoji's actions then set the cup down, breathing hard. "It's strong," he gasped.

"It's sake," Enjoji replied, ironic. He measured water for the rice cooker. "So you admit defeat?" He topped off his cup and looked Kai over.

Kai blinked. "No, I..." he said slowly, then his expression hardened. "No. I'll have more."

Enjoji watched Kai coaxing the last drops of sake out of his cup and wondered at the sudden heat that quickened at the base of his belly. He slapped it down. Kai was his brother. Half-brother, to be sure -- only the bond of a father tying them, and precious little of that to be judged from their looks. Both of them took after their mothers. But there was no escaping the appreciation of a well-turned body, Kai's tight rounded derriere, his slim grace, elegance of a masculine vaiety. He was attracted in a very visceral sense. Worse yet, Kai was very much Enjoji's type -- if familial circumstances had been different...

Kai must've felt the heat of an appraising gaze, since he squirmed and set his cup down. "Well, are you going to cook or talk about it?" Challenge flung back.

Enjoji snorted and refilled his own cup, then Kai's. He kept his immediate mental retort to himself, because it scared him. *Forget the cooking; I'll get you drunk and fuck you silly.* There were two problems with that. Kai had *no* sense of humor, so saying it aloud was a ridiculous proposition. Oh, yeah, and the other one was Ranmaru. The man he'd give up anything for....right?

Instead of dwelling overlong on that he tossed back more sake and began to cook.

He glanced over and saw Kai watching him prepare the ingredients, tongue stuck at the corner of his sensual mouth.

Enjoji mentally smacked himself upside the head. What was he thinking? Kai was his brother, and he wasn't even drunk. Well, his half-brother. And my, what a very fine-looking half-brother at that... He hauled on the reins of his libido again. Difficult job. Kai was his half-brother, and hated him not only for that, but because he was an impediment to his desire for Ranmaru. *His* boyfriend. A bad situation all around.

He set Kai to simple menial tasks like chopping the carrots and other vegetables for stir-fry, easy stuff that was hard to screw up. "I can't be that inept," Kai protested.

"If you've never been in a kitchen before, you can't be anything but," Enjoji murmured, earning himself another murderous glare. He tipped down the last of his sake and caught himself appraising the seat of Kai's jeans. Iie! He loved Ranmaru!

...And never mind that Ranmaru always seemed to spurn his affectionate gestures rather than welcoming them.

Kai held out his cup. "More, if you would."

Enjoji gave him a measuring glance. He'd already had two cups and while the boy's cheeks weren't flushed yet, his eyes held a certain glitter. He could be on his way with another cup of the powerful rice wine. Against his better judgment, he found himself reaching for the carafe. "Well, if you think you're such a man..."

"I do," Kai shot back.

Enjoji let it go with a sniff. Couldn't afford to piss the kid off too much.

Kai wanted to handle the stir-fry himself, in the gleaming oiled wok. By that point he was working on his fourth cup and Enjoji took one look at his pinked cheeks and vetoed the idea. Kai, of course, took this as an insult to his manhood and tried to slug Enjoji. Enjoji did not view this very kindly. He tossed Kai over his shoulder and forcibly ejected him from his kitchen, Kai protesting loudly all the while.

"Be grateful I don't spank you," Enjoji threatened, expression dire, as he deposited Kai on his feet outside the kitchen then turned on his heel to attend to the rice.

"I bet you *want* to spank me," Kai flashed back.

Now THERE was a thought.

Enjoji's cheeks reddened and he was glad he'd turned away. Kai was more right than he suspected. It was one of the detractions to such a high libido. He wanted it now, later, and preferably five minutes ago too, for good measure. And Kai was so very....

*Down, boy,* Enjoji commanded himself. Absently he reached for the carafe again, and found it empty. How many had he gone through?

Too many. It was time for some food and then he'd put Kai to bed and take a nice hot shower and wait for Ran-chan to get home...

"Whaddya mean, put me to bed?" Kai peered around the frame of the tiny kitchen. "It's only six."

"Did I say that out loud?" Enjoji's slanted eyes widened. Masaka. He wasn't nearly so far gone as Kai.

Kai's fiery head nodded. "Is the food ready yet?"

Enjoji hesitated. "U-un."

"Well, pour some more sake and let's eat."

Enjoji lifted a dark brow. "You don't need more sake."

"I think you do," Kai argued. "And I'll keep you company."

"Interesting logic." Enjoji spooned the fried rice into two bowls. With a little sashimi, it was a ready-to-eat meal. He was wary about the sake, though.

Mostly he had thought of Kai before as an obstacle to being alone with Ran-chan. And he *was* that; he went out of his way on every occasion to prove himself as such. Then there had been the one time Kai, dreaming, had tried to kiss him. It had surprised Enjoji to realize he'd been more irritated about the fact that Kai had thought he was *Ranmaru* than the fact that he was trying to kiss him. And being weirded out by the brother aspect hadn't even occurred to him, until later -- and then only abstractly. Kai was Kai. Kai was...

.*..tight, sexy bottom...*

*...firm, muscular frame...*

*...sensuous lips...*

STOP it!! Enjoji shook his head. He poured more sake. At the very least, he hoped devoutly, it would be able to drown out these wicked, persistent thoughts of infidelity and incest. He couldn't sleep around on Ran-chan, nor could he sleep with his own half-brother. Besides, Kai hated him.

Kai waggled his fingers at him. "Neeeee, Enjo-chan...what's taking you so long?"

Kai DID hate him, right!?

***

Enjoji tipped his rice bowl and hunted for the last grains of sticky rice. While his chopsticks chased around the mostly-empty porcelain, he eyed Kai with secretive glances. That curving, sensual mouth...he could barely suppress a sigh as the boy lifted a last piece of fish to his lips. He prided himself on being fairly direct when it came to satisfying his desires, and true, he could line up the bottles of sake he'd drunk this evening - but still! The only thing restraining him was Ran.

Even though the boy was half-sprawled along the length of the low dinner table, tight tee riding up his sculpted midriff, Enjoji hadn't so much as laid a finger on him.

On his part, he decided, seizing the last bits of rice with glee, it showed ENORMOUS restraint. He deserved some sort of reward.

Hmm, maybe a little nicey-nicey bouncey-bouncey...

Wait, no, that was exactly what he was supposed to avoid!!

"...and then... sho then..." Kai blinked up at him owlishly, dipping a finger in his sake cup, "what was I saying?"

"Uh..." Enjoji tried to tear his focus away from low-riding jeans on lean hips. "Ah, something about asking Ranmaru...uh, something?"

"That's right!" Kai lifted up a finger, his grin sparkling. Then his face fell. "Then he patted me on th' head."

Enjoji shook his head. However many times Ranmaru tried to get it across, Kai just didn't get the message. Besides, Kai was too young for Ranmaru. Ran liked the dominating type of man, and although Kai was decisive enough, his age was enough to give Ran's greater age the status of seniority. With Enjoji, however, someone of Kai's age was just...

"Oishi..." he sighed.

Kai stared at him. "You're vain," he accused. "It's not modest to flatter your own cooking."

"Did I say that out loud?" Enjoji snickered at his own slip. Well, at least Kai didn't know he was talking about *him.*

"He always treats me like a kid," Kai sulked.

"You always act like a kid," Enjoji observed sagely, then drained the last of his sake. "Haven't we already had this conversation?"

"Yes, you were a jerk then, and you're still being a jerk."

Enjoji glared at him. "Oi, you. It's not polite to insult the man who made you dinner."

"Ranmaru insults you all the time," Kai protested.

"Yeah, well I get sex on a regular basis from him." Enjoji stopped himself firmly before he said 'you offering the same?' Honest, he knew it wasn't just the booze - it was a screen dropping away from his inhibitions, when he had already noticed how sexy Kai's lean body was, and even though he could be irritating, his sulky attitude only begged for coaxing. Enjoji sat up, eyes lingering over the well of his navel, the dip between his collarbones, the shadows dappling throat and accentuating muscle and it only begged for a thorough exploration. He'd noticed men before, but it had only been Ranmaru who truly attracted him. Now, this many bottles into his drunk, it was only too evident that at least his *body* felt deep attraction for this half-brother of his. And somehow he knew he wouldn't care if Kai was his *full* brother; he only wanted to play his hands over the limbs that asked for touch, and wanted to suck the last droplets of sake from those wide, sensual lips.

"Hey, you," Kai mumbled, propping himself on one elbow.

Enjoji lowered his brows at the sulky vision. "At least call me by name in my own home, you."

"That wasn't a very polite 'you,'" Kai sniggered.

"Ho? Neither was yours!"

Kai sat up suddenly all the way, clapped his hands over his mouth, and burped. "Enjoji," he wobbled.

"No - Kai - for kami's sake, don't puke on the carpet," Enjoji begged. Ranmaru would KILL him if Kai snarfed on the carpet! Not just for the vomit, but for the fact that he'd gotten his underage brother drunk... and then he'd want to know *why* and now Enjoji's mind was reeling because he wasn't really sure anymore what *had* prompted him to... hmmm.... Kai didn't look like he was going to puke.

"I'm not gonna puke on the carpet," Kai scowled at him. "Temee, you're always ready to assume the worst of me."

"Hoo~o?" Enjoji smirked, trying unsuccessfully to contain his amusement. "When have I not been justified in doing so?"

"Enjoji!!" Kai looked around himself, blinked a few times, and scratched his head. "I was going to say... I was going to..." He hiccuped.

"Where's the bathroom?" Enjoji provided helpfully.

"Over there," Kai pointed. He blinked again. "No! I was going to say... oh yeah!" Scrambling to his hands and knees, he crawled around the low table and Enjoji got a prime view of his buttocks flexing beneath the tight jeans, as he looked over Kai's head.

"Ano, Kai?" He looked uncertainly at the boy, face inches from his own, peering intently into Enjoji's dark eyes. "No more sake for you."

"I was going to say," Kai started again, "are we gonna stop fighting? 'Cause right now I'd rather you kiss me than argue with me."

Enjoji gave up trying not to look and just stared. The direct approach he'd always favored. "Kai." He lurched forward and pressed his mouth to Kai's, wrapping an arm around him to pull him closer. The beauty of being drunk, he decided, was not only did this make the most eminent sort of sense, but there was nothing preventing him from just *doing* it. Off-balanced, Kai tumbled into his lap and sealed his mouth closer to Enjoji's, an eager noise sounding in the back of his throat. Enjoji caressed the side of that beautiful blond's face and traced the lips with his tongue, as he'd been longing to do.

Inexpert lips nudged at his mouth, even as Kai wound his arms around him, hands planting on the small of his back. Enjoji smiled into the kiss and merely breathed against Kai's flesh, sensing the boy's confusion and then feeling him pull away.

"Enjoji?" Kai's eyes smoldered. "You've been looking at me all night. You want me. I can feel it."

"Can you, now?" Enjoji contemplated the supple youth sprawled in his lap. He could take advantage of Kai now, and he knew it - and Kai wanted it, or at least seemed like it. But a less fuzzy portion of his brain was telling him that was exactly what it was, taking advantage, and it wasn't fair to either of them. Oh yeah... Ranmaru, too.

Kai's expression faltered. "Unless... you, like Masa..." He stopped and pulled away, placing his hands flat on the ground. He spoke downwards and did not look up. "I pretend to hate you because it's easier. Enjoji. And you are a rival in my affection for Ranmaru-sempai. He's my idol and I look up to him, and I want him. But..."

"But you'll settle for me, instead?" Enjoji needled, tone biting. Some of the haze was bleeding away from his thoughts. He didn't like being considered second-best.

Kai looked up sharply, wobbled, then his gaze firmed. He was still drunk, but speaking from the heart. This was perhaps the first lucid honesty he'd yet heard from his half-brother.

"I hate you, Enjoji," Kai frowned at him. "My feelings...they're very intense. I don't care that you're my brother. I don't care that you're keeping Sempai all to yourself. I just, I mean, I only...I hate you." He stopped, flushed, and looked down again.

Enjoji began to understand. He knew a little of what Kai was trying to say - the emotion between them was so strong that it included passion. And being what they were - both young, both gay, both intensely appreciative of appearance - that couldn't help but preclude attraction. Especially when appearance was so pleasing, as in Kai's case. And they fought, but it was just another method of fighting against the attraction that drew them despite taboo or other involvements.

"And I know what I'm asking for," Kai lifted his chin sharply, "It's something Masa wouldn't give me, even if he did give me my first kiss. So...if you don't, it's not as if it hasn't happ-"

Enjoji caught him mid-word, lips open for the kiss. Kai made a startled noise then Enjoji was crushing his mouth under his own, tongue thrusting in to claim the balance. Kai was still against him for a long moment, even his mouth unresponsive, and Enjoji in his slight state of fuzziness was just starting to wonder if he'd made a stupid mistake. Then Kai yielded against him, hands folding against his chest in an oddly fluid gesture of submission - from Kai? Who'd expect that from Kai!? - and his tongue was brushing against Enjoji's, coaxing more.

"Mmm..." Kai wrapped himself around Enjoji as the kiss deepened, and the man felt curious hands tangling in his hair, exploring. Legs parted for him as he began to lower Kai to the floor, pursuing the kiss even that far, tracing a moist path over willing lips. A gasp escaped the boy as Enjoji's mouth traveled from Kai's and mapped the route to his throat, making him squirm.

"Yes... oh, please," Kai whispered, fingers flexing in a handful of black hair as Enjoji shifted between lean denim-clad thighs, mouth claiming the slim throat.

Enjoji's hands rode up his shirt, exploring the golden well-toned muscles he'd only given passing fanciful thoughts of lust to before. Now it was real and perfect and he took a nipple into his mouth, broad hands twisting the shirt up high on Kai's chest, relishing the needy moan that escaped Kai. Direct as ever, he traced a path up one denim-clad inner thigh, expecting his hand to get smacked away, only faintly surprised in a muzzy sort of way when Kai only shivered at his touch.

Lashing at the other nipple with skilled tongue, Enjoji cupped and kneaded at the heat shaping the front of Kai's jeans. Kai jerked under his hands and a gasp left him. "En..." He bucked under Enjoji and the older man rode the wave, moving up to capture Kai's mouth again as he unbuttoned his brother's fly.

"Enjoji!" A gasp was freed from his throat as Enjoji's hand dipped into the open folds of denim. Enjoji paused and looked down at Kai's glistening, squeezed-shut eyes.

"Kai." He rubbed a thumb over the younger boy's sensual lips. "I'm not going to take advantage of you."

Kai hoisted himself up by elbows, flushed, anger working over his expression. "What? Were you stringing me along, then?" He wiped the back of his hand over wetted lips. His voice was bitter. "Enjoji..."

Enjoji plastered on a shit-eating grin. "You think I'm a cock-tease, is that it, huh?"

"Damn right!" Kai flared, still half-trapped under him with Enjoji sitting on his thighs, foiling his attempts at struggling free. He stopped, taking slow stock of his surroundings, eyes heavy. "K'so. I thought I was gonna get lucky."

Alcohol was still firmly in effect, Enjoji noted with a wry grin. But for him, too. It was a thick layer overlaying sensation, but at the same time stripping his inhibitions away until he just wanted to grind right in and fuck Kai for all he was worth. "Kai, you're a virgin."

"Well, yeah," Kai shifted uncomfortably, then licked his lips and gave him a challenging look, trying to push his hips up.

Enjoji placed a firm hand over Kai's belly and the boy shuddered. With half a grin, he rubbed his palm over the tense muscles. "So I'm not going to take advantage of you," he repeated, then it was his turn to groan as Kai hooked a leg around one of his, gaze a smolder-challenge to continue what he'd started. "I might be more amenable to a union of consenting adults."

Kai's eyes had crossed at some point. "Kora. You used too many big words." He sank back to the floorboards, a mischievous sexy grin on his face that made Enjoji want to nip at his mouth and throat. There was such a fierce overpowering urge to dominate his brother in him, like now, that he'd only been able to express with hostility. Enjoji flexed against Kai, eyes half-closing as the boy gasped and they both breathed harder. This was how he really wanted to express it.

"What do you want me to do, Enjoji?" Kai tried to push himself up again, tippling backwards easily when Enjoji pushed him down with fingers on his nipples. "Si-sign a release form?" Kai's voice was shaky but determined.

"You're going to hate me even more in the morning," Enjoji predicted, smirking slightly. This was one area where their shared genes overlapped; Kai's expression was identical.

"Oh, yeah," Kai sighed, wriggling slightly. Enjoji grunted and stifled the reflex to thrust back, violently. "I'll hate you SO much you might have to do it again... what a catastrophe."

Enjoji blinked. Somewhere along the line they seemed to have reached a slightly blurry consensus. Whatever; they were talking about the same thing now. He grinned, licked a finger, and drew it down the half-bared torso with its etched rows of muscle. A tremor went through Kai and the slanted eyes were half-narrowed, a little anger leftover and a lot of lust.

Foreplay was a good thing, Enjoji decided. Here was his virginal brother - kaaa~a! His brother, who'd ever have thought it! Glee trembled through him in ephemeral sparks at the realization that his BROTHER, Kai, the arrogant little hottie, was completely at his mercy. Where was he? Oh yeah - Kai was a virgin, so this first time should be special. Too bad they were both drunk, but hopefully it would act like Lethe and enable him to remember the better parts and forget the pain. And maybe the fact that he'd fucked his brother?

Nah. That would add more spice to their relationship.

He pressed Kai flat to the floor and began to play with his nipples, mouth suckling one - Kai tasted better than sake, honto ni! - fingers rolling and pinching softly at the other until it stood up for attention, too. Kai's little gasps were an education to how thoroughly untouched he was. Enjoji shifted, pressing the hardness of denim against Kai's thigh, trying not to thrust and show Kai how much power he had while he licked over to the other nipple, and took in the sobbing sigh that followed. Kai was sweetly responsive - what reaction would Enjoji got when he mapped further down?

"En - Enjoji..."

He moved back up and covered Kai's mouth, and their tongues moved with urgency. Kai's pushed into his mouth and Enjoji took a small revenge by slipping his hand between their bodies and rubbing Kai's groin, rough. A desperate sound clawed out of his brother's throat and their bodies pulsed together for a frantic heartbeat. When lucidity reclaimed him Enjoji was twisting his brother's shirt up near his throat, trying to push it off. Their mouths separated.

"Intense," Kai breathed. Enjoji slipped his shirt off the rest of the way and tossed it to the side. His hands touched at sculpted muscles again.

"We gotta find a bed," Enjoji noted, capable of deciding at least that much.

"Okay," Kai mumbled.

Enjoji rolled off of him with an effort and got to his feet, extending one strong hand. Kai licked his lips, eyes fogged, then proferred his own hand with a self-conscious grin. With an easy strength he raised Kai to his feet. "My futon. Right now."

"Hurry," Kai added, cheeks suffused with crimson. Aroused and tousably adorable.

They hurried. Kai stuck his hand down Enjoji's pants and that nearly ended it all right in the hallway. Fortunately, Enjoji wrenched his mouth away long enough to gasp out "bedroom" again and they staggered, half-entwined, the rest of the way to the futon in his room. Kai's energetic urgency was a nerve-thrilling change from Ran's passive attitude, or his token protests. They fell to the futon and grappled. Somehow Enjoji wrestled Kai's jeans off and found himself half-bared, too, and wondered how on earth Kai had been skilled enough to get his shirt off for him.

"Ah - chotto, Kai," Enjoji protested, as Kai's hands wormed into his jeans with clear incendiary intentions. He had to grab his wrists. "Kai! Slower...I want to make this good for you."

"It'll be good if you hurry," Kai panted, wrapping legs around him and jerking, making him want to go insane just from wanting. "Foreplay's only good if I don't drop the ball."

Enjoji snickered, but he was reaching for the lube. He had a feeling if he did what he liked and engulfed Kai's sweet erection with his lips, if he prolonged things with a taste then things would be over for the night. Kai would roll over, pass out with a mumble, and Enjoji would end up jerking off in the bathroom, miserably resentful that Kai was taking up his futon. Then Ran would come home and start asking uncomfortable questions.

With coated fingers, he was reaching between Kai's legs. The boy was lax against the dark heavy cloth, eyes half-closing with pleasure and the warm lull of booze. He only went stiff when fingers touched his cock, stroking gently - enough to recapture Kai's interest - then probed behind his balls to tease at the crease of his bottom. But nothing escaped his lips but a quiet hiss, no futile protests.

When the first finger pushed in, Kai was still but his body was so tense, Enjoji had trouble. "Kai, relax." He bent and licked a gold-toned thigh, savaged it with an open mouth. Kai was vibrating under his hands and mouth as he prepared him, making him more than ready for entry - making him growl at Enjoji and glare at him through the filter of sandy bangs, eyes telling a plain story of desire. There were no doubts there, even in a sake-clouded substitute for rose-colored glasses.

It was refreshing.

"Now?" Kai's eyes had widened as Enjoji rested his full weight on him, moving up between naked thighs with equally naked lust for him. Enjoji's handsome face was serious as he pressed against him, holding Kai's legs jacked high against his chest.

"Now," Enjoji nodded, breath a whisper.

They both stilled with a state resembling concentration, eyes locked on a far point. Then Enjoji was pushing through, so so careful not to push too quickly to tear or abrade the delicate membrane but groaning at the heat that locked around him, Kai's body sucking him in even as he fought not to grind his hips forward, didn't want him to scream, just wanted the discomfort on his face to slide into raptured lines.

He was all the way in, throbbing. Breathing was a function he could live without. Otherwise he'd lunge forward after the first lungful, control in shreds, pumping to completion. Kai opened first one eye and then the other, looking like he expected to get decked. Enjoji felt sweat drip down his face.

"That's it?" Kai exhaled, more moan than anything else.

Enjoji wondered if he should be insulted.

"Omae," Kai growled, "DO it and stop treating me like glass!"

Enjoji lurched forward, bit his shoulder, and his hips took off of their own accord. Kai's body was embracing him and it was glorious, it was a sun-spangled heat of all his August mornings, it was quick hot encounters in the afternoon, it was the heat lightning of a first kiss lighting up his nerves. Kai lifted up clumsily to meet his strokes at first, then they settled into rhythm, clutching at each other, mouths missing, noses bumping, both of them noisier than half a roomful of kendo students hard at their one hundred strokes. Occasionally their mouths caught on the downstroke and involved a lot of probing tongues and teeth.

"Kai," he moaned, speeding up, "KAI!" He pressed those tensed thighs up higher and felt himself sliding so perfectly into that tight, willing sheath. He wanted to come with his tongue deep in Kai's mouth. Kai might bite him. He bent down and their mouths fit again.

"Mmph!" Kai could only respond with incoherence. From the way he was writhing, Enjoji's hardness inside of him was pressing up in most intimate, pleasing ways. Then he went nuts and started to thrash. Enjoji caught an elbow in the ribs and hastily tore his mouth away before his lip got bitten through. "K-kora!! K'so!!" Even coming, he still couldn't do anything but swear at him.

Enjoji lost control completely as those muscles clenched around him in a visceral caress. "KAI!" He pumped into his brother, brain torn away completely from the remnants of the sake, shattered by the mind-blowing clarity of this exquisite perfection, fucking Kai, driving so deeply into him that the boy wouldn't be able to sit for a week, both of them screaming the house down, and every synapse in his brain firing off a farewell salute of fireworks.

He wondered what the last thing Kai was seeing, before his brain shut down.

When he opened his eyes, they were lying on their sides and he'd slipped out. Kai's face was lax and almost sweet with the loss of his defenses. A hint of the mischievous heartbreaker he could be without his coat of angry sullenness.

"Kai," he yawned, "I thought you'd be asleep."

"In a minute. Taku," Kai scowled at him. "I always knew you'd be the type to roll over and sleep right after, temee."

"And you," Enjoji stabbed a finger at him, "have absolutely no gratitude after appreciating the lovemaking skills of one of the best in town."

Kai snickered in his face. "First you pump up your cooking, now you inflate your abilities in bed." He smirked. "You're the one who wined me and dined me and toppled me into bed. Koitsu. You should be grateful I let you."

Enjoji yawned wider. "Thanks."

Kai chewed on his lip. His eyes were notably more sober than before they'd burned off a little - energy. "Enjoji," he began, uncharacteristically direct and serious.

"Whoa," Enjoji waved a hand in front of his face, "save the revilements for the morning. I'd like to get some rest, first."

Kai's eyes flared. "Just for that, I'm not moving," he threatened. "Sempai will come home and find me naked in bed and demand some answers from you."

"Fine," Enjoji yawned, "I'll tell him you seduced me."

Kai smirked.

Enjoji stared at him.

"You didn't."

Smirk.

"No! It was all my idea!"

"Be honest with yourself. You fell for it."

Enjoji lunged. "I'm going to KILL you, temee-"

Kai's smirk broadened. "By all means," he rolled onto his back, giving Enjoji a look that could be termed sultry, "any time you want to have another go."

*o-wa-ri*

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