The Destiny Of Men

Title: Family Matters

Pairing: Kurama/Karasu

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Anal, Yaoi, Oral, Spank, Bondage, Angst, Incest (incase relationship by marriage offends), OOC, Language

Summary: Kurama is left with no resort to plea to his disowned stepbrother for help. What price will Karasu ask in return?

A/N: This is an AU one-shot written for BlueUtopiah. It is a one-shot so this is it.

Added RANT: For a reviewer that left a tad rude remark. If you felt the need to inform me that I failed miserably then at least have the balls to leave an email address. If you do not feel the need to discuss this issue then at least be considerate enough to inform me how I did so. Usually when MATURE people leave a flame or a critical review, they address the issue as to why the fic was disliked or seen in a bad light. BUT since you didn't feel the need to do so I'll just see it that you were OH so jealous of my remarkable talent since you couldn't think of a reasonable excuse and explanation as to why my fic was the worst you'd ever had the misfortune of reading. And sorry but usually by the second or first paragraph if a person doesn't like the author's writing style they STOP reading. My work is no where near the best on this site or any other BUT it is NOT the worst. So if you are going to leave a flame be mature enough state why you dislike it. Or just hit the backspace and do us both a favor.

For all those that have read and review, thank you. And those that have simply read so far, thanks for reading. That little diva rant (as some call it) was not meant for you. Thanks again and have a pleasant day!


Family Matters

The doorbell gave way under his impatient finger. Kurama gazed around the lawn noticing the cluttered up chairs and several discarded beer cans along the path. His stepbrother hadn’t changed, the man was still a slob. A slob that had no respect or care for his own family. Their parents had gotten married when he was thirteen and Karasu had been seventeen. Four years older and a lot more mature they hadn’t gotten along. He’d felt his stepbrother’s disdain for him and his mother from the first day. Even while their parents were dating, Karasu had made sure he knew that he wasn’t welcome. Shiori had tossed it off as the boy being upset over his father remarrying. Kurama wasn’t so sure about that. If he had to put a name to what his stepbrother felt for him it was hatred. Balling his fist he brought it down on the wooden frame. “I know you’re in there, open the fucking door.”


He had resolve, he wasn’t going to leave until he’d talked to the man. Five years ago his stepfather, Bui, had been diagnosed with Diabetes. It got to the point he was on dialysis, his condition had caused too much strain on the man’s kidneys. He was in dire need of a transplant. A donor had been found but the hospital wanted a percentage paid up front before they could do anything. Kurama swore knowing he couldn’t pay the amount. He was still in college and wasn’t working. His stepfather would be dead before he could come up with it. His mother had suggested that one of them speak to Karasu. Bui hadn’t wanted to tell his real son about his problem. The two had a falling out three years ago. Kurama wasn’t sure what it had been about but Karasu had never came back home to visit. That didn’t matter now, the life of the man’s father did. “Karasu!”


The door cracked open to reveal a very red eyed Karasu. The violet eyes were rimmed from partying all night long. It was hard to believe that man had made a success of himself with his art. Not that he didn’t have the talent, Kurama had seen it first hand. Karasu was very good with his hands, with painting. He took in the long raven hair swaying behind a very naked torso. A pair of black silk boxers covered the man’s lower half. “It’s two in the afternoon and you are still in bed?” The thought slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. Had he interrupted something? Did Karasu have someone in the bedroom with him? “Am I interrupting something?”


“No, my redheaded stepbrother, I am very much alone, as always. What the fuck are you doing here? Finally missed me after three years?” Karasu slammed the door in his face and wiped the grit from his eyes. Stupid little fucker, what was he doing here? He was loath to hear whatever it was the boy had to say. He detested his mere presence and his name. For the last eight years all he fucking heard was Kurama this, Kurama that. It was because of Kurama that his own father refused to speak to him, had disowned him. Of course Mr. Perfect wouldn’t see it that way. Everyone blamed the fight on him, he wouldn’t try hard enough to please his father. He wouldn’t live the life the fucker had wanted. He hadn’t wanted to go to med school, or be a lawyer or even run a business. He’d found his love of art while in Junior High and had pursued it with a passion.


All he’d heard from the old man was ‘Scribbling on paper isn’t going to pay your bills boy.’ ‘That’s nice for a hobby but you need to start thinking of a real career.’ For years he’d stomached hearing that shit, then it got worse when his dad met Shiori. Little Kurama had come into the picture. So polite, so delicate, so bright; everything he wasn’t. The final straw came the day his father had learned his secret. Bui had flipped the evening he’d caught him with another male. The man had lost it and actually collapsed onto the floor. Another thing his father told him to change about himself. ‘You don’t see Kurama taking it up the ass like a dog do you?’ He thrown a temper in return and shouted back. “No but I don’t either. My boyfriend is the one that takes it up the ass like a dog. What’s it matter as long as I’m fucking a hole?”


That had caused a gap in their relationship that couldn’t be repaired. He would never give his father grandchildren because he didn’t like women. But Kurama could, they wouldn’t be related by blood but that didn’t matter. Not long after Kurama had come home with a prissy little girlfriend that was so fucking prudish she made your teeth crawl. It was also the same time he’d started looking at the pretty little redhead in a different light. One couldn’t help notice the round ass in the jeans. The delicate way he walked or moved. The second his dad had seen one lustful glance, he’d been kicked out of the house and told not to return. He had ruined his own life he wasn’t going to be allowed to destroy Kurama’s.


The banging began anew on his door making him glare at the idiot on the other side. He squared his shoulders and went back to reveal a very irritated stepbrother. “Oh, it’s you. When did you get here?” He pursed his lips in a sweet smile. Maybe he’d get the point and leave. He wasn’t welcome at his house, along with everyone else in the retched family. He didn’t need any of them. Much less this thing standing in his doorway. His stepbrother had never attempted to come visit him before. “Why don’t you tell me what you want so I can go back to sleep. I had a rough night.” He’d been up for forty hours straight trying to finish a painting.


“I came to talk to you obviously. It’s important so can you stop being an ass for five minutes and let me in?” Kurama swore if he slammed the door one more time he was going to break it down or break in a window. Thankfully the door was opened far enough to let him inside. “Thank you, try to stomach my presence for a few minutes so I can talk. It’s about Father,” he stepped over some discarded clothes and further into the living room. The house was worse than the yard. Couldn’t the man afford a maid? He’d often picked up after Karasu at home just so their father wouldn’t bitch at him. He never did understand their falling out. Mother said it had to do with his choice of career and Karasu wanted to be independent. That still confused him, he’d seen many of his stepbrother’s earlier drawings. He even had a few stashed in his room he’d kept. What was so wrong with his choice of careers? The man had made a success of himself, so where was the problem? “Father is in the hospital, he’s dying. Kidney failure, he needs a transplant or he’ll die.”


“Okay,” Karasu steeled his nerves at the news. He pushed the pain down with the bitterness as an anchor. “Thanks
for telling me, I’ll make sure to send flowers.” He wouldn’t let the news sway him. It had been his father that had severed ties with himself not the other way around. That bastard had tossed him out on his ass, all to protect precious little Kurama. Not like he would have forced his attentions on the younger male. Back then anyways, now he wasn’t so sure. “Did you come so I could hold his clammy hand and act like I care? Or is there another reason for the visit?”


“How can you be so cold, he’s your father! They have a donor they just need a deposit on the surgery since his insurance won’t cover it. I know you have the money.” Kurama was outraged that he could act like they were discussing the weather. It was their father dying, wasting away when his only son had the means to save him. “Will you really just sit back and do nothing? Don’t act like you don’t give a damn. I know you aren’t that cold no matter how you pretend to be.” This was the same stepbrother that had carried him home one evening after he’d fallen off his bike and broken his arm. He’d felt so safe cradled in that embrace. Despite them not getting along most of the time, Karasu had been there for him then. He’d also been there for him when him and his first crush had broken up. The older boy had hugged him when he cried like a baby over the ordeal. Of course then he’d snuck some beer and they both got wasted.


“That’s exactly what I plan to do. What the fuck makes you think I’m going to spend the money I got from my work on a bastard that condemned me for doing it? I have nothing for him or you. You have wasted your time by coming here. I’ll give you enough money for the payphone, call me when he croaks.” Karasu waved a hand at the younger man and turned to head back into his bedroom. He was going to get some sleep, he didn’t want to think about this right now. He needed to get some rest then get up and get a decent meal. Footsteps followed him into the small room that held only one dresser and a king size bed. “You know usually when someone follows me into the bedroom it’s for only one thing.”


Kurama chose to ignore that comment, “I’m not leaving until you listen to reason. I know you have what he needs. It wouldn’t even put a dent in your wallet. What is it going to take to make you listen? He’s dying and something needs to be done soon. As soon as they have the down payment they can schedule the surgery. You can’t just write him off.” he ignored the fact that his stepbrother had taken to stripping. The boxers were being yanked down slim hips to reveal a smooth backside. He turned his eyes away, “What the hell do you want? He can’t apologize if he’s dead.”


“I do not want his apology or his forgiveness Kurama. What do I want?” Karasu tossed the underwear on the growing pile of laundry. “Let me ask you this Kurama, do you really know what you are asking me to do? Do you have any idea what he’ll need once this is over? Even if I gave you the money for the down payment, who’s going to pay the costs after? He’s not old enough to get on any kind of special insurance, which is why you are here begging me now. After the surgery someone has to pay off the medical bills. He’s going to need to recover, who is going to continue to support you and your mother? Ah, I see by the look on your face that you hadn’t thought of that. Who is going to pay for his medication? He sure can’t work, can he? Am I going to be asked to be even more charitable? Am I to take care of his wife and stepson also? I think what you should be asking yourself is why I should even bother? And what are you willing to do?”


“Anything if it’s in my power. I hadn’t thought pass keeping him alive. I’ll work to support mother and myself, I’ll pay you back even if it takes years. I can’t let him die.” Kurama fisted his hands with determination. He had come here as a last resort. They had tried for loans but they couldn’t get any. No one would lend it to him or his mother. His father was on his deathbed, no loan company would go for it. “Please, if there is anything I can do to change your mind. I’ll talk to him if you want. Just please, don’t let him die because you don’t like me or because it was me that asked for your help. He’s in a lot of pain, he needs this. What can I possibly do to change your mind?”


“There is one thing but are you willing to do it, I wonder.” Karasu clucked his tongue and strolled towards the redhead. “Let me explain something to you. You see as far as I am concerned I lost my father over three years ago on the day he threw me out because of you. That’s right my sweet little Kurama. Shall I tell you why it’s your fault? I was already second best in his eyes because of you. You were everything he wanted in a son and I was a disgrace. Too many times I was worthless, just like the mother I so resembled. Oh, Father tolerated me because I was of his flesh and blood. That was until the day he thought I was a threat to you.” He reached out to finger a strand of the silky red locks. He closed the distance between them and had to give his brother a pat on the back for not flinching. “He was enraged when he realized that I wanted to fuck you. So scared I was going to taint you. The day he discovered this my father died. I will help you but you will give me what I want. I will save your father but at the same time you will lose him. Do you understand what I am saying? You will become my lover, in doing so you will lose him. He will disown you for it and despise you. So what is it to be? Are you willing to do this?”


Confusion and disbelief filled him at the boast. No, that wasn’t why Karasu had been disowned! That couldn’t be the reason. The sick little laugh made his blood boil and he felt the urge to strike out at him. This wasn’t a game, it wasn’t funny. “I don’t believe you, it’s not true. Don’t play games with me. If you want something then fine but don’t waste my time. We both know that Father wouldn’t disown you for that. Shall I remind you that you have despised me since the day you met me? Why the hell would you want me for a lover? Even if you are that way, I am not and I wouldn’t know the first thing about giving you what you want. Or do you really believe that if I lay on my back for you that Father will hate me?”


“Oh he will because I will make sure he knows of our little setup. Let me point out that you don’t have to care about a person to want to fuck them. Two, I’m not at all shocked to hear that you are still a virgin with that little prude you are still with. That’s right I called your little bitch a fucking prude, deal with it. She either has ice for a pussy or a lesbian if she hasn’t fucked you yet. You can take your chances on how he’ll feel about you but you will give me what I want. The deal will be simple, I will pay the down payment and the medical expenses. I’ll leave it up to you and your mother to decide if you want to tell him who’s forking the bill. I will also cover any living expenses of you and your mother until he has fully recovered and is back on his feet. That includes the house payment, the utilities and whatever else you need. The only thing you will have to do in return is be my lover. You will move in with me, stay here every night. Do as I ask, no questions. You can continue going to college and keep your car, I’ll take care of it. Oh, one last little thing. Dump your bitch, I don’t like to share. If I do it’ll be with someone of my choosing.”


“You bastard, you would really ask this of me?” Kurama forced himself not to back away from the hand moving in his hair. The lean fingers touched the nape of his neck sending a shiver down his spine. He locked eyes with the violet orbs that no longer looked weary but excited and glazed over. Could he do it? He didn’t find the man repulsive but he’d never been sexually active. He was engaged and him and Keiko were waiting for the wedding. If he did this there might not be a wedding. He could always lie and break things off, postpone it with the excuse of his father’s health. He’d just lay there and if it meant he’d also have the means of taking care of his mother, then could he afford not to do as Karasu asked? Just live with him for a few months that it’d take for his father to recover and get back on his feet. Even if the man hated him in the end it’d be worth it, as long as he were able to spare his father. “I agree but you will have the down payment delivered by five o’clock today.”


“Done, it’s two-thirty now, it takes thirty to get to the hospital from here. I’ll need a shower and time to hit the bank so I figure we have about an hour to play around. Take off your clothes Kurama. You’ll give me a little sample of what I have just bought. Remember, you have to do as I say, Brother.” Karasu applied pressure to his nape forcing him to look up at him. Even full height there was about four inches in the difference. He cupped the quivering chin between two fingers. “First, how about a little kiss to seal the deal? I’ve always wanted to know what your mouth tasted like.”


Kurama braced himself as the thin lips pressed against his own. They weren’t as harsh as he’d feared but weren’t gentle. They crushed his own demanding that they open. Giving in, he parted his teeth. A slick tongue darted forth to probe his lips then crept along the entrance. It was definitely different than the ones he’d shared with previous girlfriends. His lips parted further to give complete access to the moist cavern. The pink muscle started to explore the inner recesses in earnest. His hand came up to press against the hard chest. Surprise and excitement coursed through him feeling the raw strength beneath the hard surface. His brother might look lanky but there was no mistaking the tone below the hot flesh.


Karasu felt the resistance slipping away even as the tongue responded in kind. He went for the morsel, catching it between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth. That earned him a soft moan from his brother. His hand came up between them to go for the buttons of the prim dress shirt. “Take this off now, I want you naked. I’m going to teach you to be a good little bitch.” Fingers went to helping him get rid of the offending material. He yanked it down the shoulders and let it pool to the floor. “Don’t stop, it all goes. Strip then get on the bed, ass up lover.” He left him there and strolled over to his night stand. From there he took out a shoe box that he kept a few of his belongings in. Just some little toys he kept on hand. He needed the few extra minutes to calm down. His cock was rock hard just from the little kiss. He’d been wanting to fuck the beautiful little redhead for years. Now that he had him he was going to make the most of it.


Uneasiness settled in his stomach seeing the large box being set down on the mattress. He should have asked just what the man was into. He didn’t want to come out of the deal missing anything or scarred. The boxers were the last thing to come off. They fell with the pile of clothes, in order for him to make his way to the bed. Ass up, please don’t let him just ram his cock in. He knew without a doubt that would hurt and injure him. The bed took up half of the room from sheer size. Karasu was indicating that he lay across the bed sideways upon his hands and knees. Thinking of his father he did as ordered. The sheets were soft and clean, amazing considering who’s room they were in. He kept his eyes on the handsome face that he had once admired when younger. What would happen now?


“Good, you really are beautiful. I’m going to enjoy this very much. I’m not sure if I want to taste your cock first or your ass. But since you are already on your hands and knees.” Karasu reached out to touch the soft swell of an ass cheek. Nice, round and firm, all his. He stopped when he was behind his brother, leaning over him. A kiss was placed between the shoulder blades. “Don’t worry Kurama, I can be a very gentle lover or very rough depending on my mood. You’ll enjoy it either way I’m sure. I noticed how you trembled as I kissed you. I think you want me to fuck you.” He nipped at the sensitive area on the nape and moved the hair aside. The head went down in submission, so the redhead could receive the treatment. Teeth scraped the skin making him cry out. A free hand went to caress the back. He took in the feel of how the spine was already arched putting the curvy ass high in the air. Did the man even realize that he was begging to be fucked? The touch was light as it lingered over the lower back, just above a cheek. “Do you like my touch? Don’t lie to me either.”


“I don’t know,” it was different and making him feel things he shouldn’t. The blood was rushing to his groin as the fingertips brushed the top of his ass. He was trying not to shiver from anticipation. He cried out when a palm came down hard on his ass cheek. The blow stung, leaving a burning sensation behind. He blinked in confusion but didn’t complain. The question was repeated as the fingertips went back to caressing. “Yes,” he closed his eyes knowing it was true. He tried to conjure up his parents as the bed shifted, the mattress moving under the weight. The hot mouth was working it’s way down his spine, trailing lower. “What are you going to do?”


Teeth bit down hard enough to leave a red mark silencing his new lover. “Did I say you could speak?” His target was very close, just another couple of inches. His tongue shot out sending a shiver through his prey. Shame he was pressed for time. He could only play for a little bit, so he went for it. His knees brought him right behind the delicious looking ass. He was only satisfied as he dragged the waist back, forcing Kurama to slide back until his knees were resting on the edge of the bed. His own body was off of the mattress now but that was just as well. He went to his knees to get a better position, “Open your knees wider, lower yourself just a little bit.” The ass went down putting the goal level with his mouth. “Right there, hold it and don’t you dare move.”


Green eyes widened feeling two hands gripping both ass cheeks and spreading them apart. His world spun feeling the slick wetness of the man’s tongue licking down his crack. It was going right to the center, right to his opening. “Oh,” his fingers clenched the sheet in awe. The sensation was new and strange but very pleasant. In seconds the puckered ring was coated in saliva, Karasu’s spit. Lips kissed while the tongue probed the ring. He relaxed, giving into the fingers kneading the globes. Heat caused his cock to jerk in response to the attention. Damn that felt so good and exotic. He wanted to press back into the flickering muscle. Wondering what it’d feel like inside doing the same motion.


“Hmm, yes you like that, don’t you. Your cock is jerking with need.” Karasu was elated to see how excited Kurama was already getting. Things between them wouldn’t be boring. “Reach under yourself and play with your dick. Do it slowly, don’t make yourself cum. Just tease your cock while I fuck your ass with my tongue.” he watched as the dainty hand wrapped around the length. Now that Kurama was hard he’d guess him to be about seven inches, one and half wide. Not that bad but he had better, much better. He wondered if Kurama had taken the time to inspect his equipment. Seeing the boy was doing as told, he went back to work on the sweet ass. He ran his tongue down the crack once more. This time as soon as he got to the puckered entrance he shoved it into the hole. Only a little went in and he had to wiggle it to dig deeper. The little bitch had a tight ass, a virginal ass he’d take great pleasure in fucking.


“Ungh,” Kurama felt the need clench in his balls as the tongue moved right inside his pucker hole. It felt so fucking odd but made him want to cum. The tongue was rubbing against the walls, tasting his insides. The idea behind it was so nasty so why did he find it exciting? His cock was shockingly over sensitive as he lightly touched it as he’d been told to. As if sensing his need Karasu started pumping it faster than he thought possible, stabbing him in quick little motions. “Oh fuck, you’re going to make me cum.” He cried out as a hand suddenly shoved his aside to squeeze the base preventing his release.


Karasu used his other hand to pry the box top off and search for what he wanted. “You don’t get to cum yet. I think you need a taste of what I can give you. Just to make sure you don’t try to back out.” His fingers found the cock ring. The gasp was heard as he placed it on the boy’s shaft to ensure there would be no early release. “There, you can touch yourself again, I wasn’t done eating your ass.” Hands pried the boy’s ass further apart than last time, showing him the pink hole. Kurama was panting but he went back to work. He inhaled the scent of roses as he buried his face in the crack. The fresh scent lingered all over his lover, even on his ass. Every part of him smelled good enough to eat. A moan escaped his throat as he licked and probed the soft tissue. He could definitely get used to this, “Reach back here and hold your ass open for me.”


His hands were shaking but he cupped his own ass and held them as they were. His crack was being pulled but he wasn’t about to complain. He whimpered in disappointment as the tongue left him. The feeling was replaced by something cold and gooey landing on the vacated spot. There was no time to ponder before something started to push into his ass. “Ohhh, wha............?” It was a finger from the feel of it and it was going deep. Whatever had been applied was helping it slide in without much problem. The first initial push had been very noticeable. Now all he could feel was the sensation of Karasu pressing along the walls surrounding it. It slowly eased out to the first knuckle then back inside. He felt his world spin as it bent slightly to hit something. The feeling shot through his entire body.


“There we go, that was rather easy. It’s right there isn’t it lover. Does that feel good?” Karasu brushed the spot again to get the reaction he craved. He found Kurama’s sweet spot without any trouble. With how sensitive he seemed to be, fucking him was going to be very enjoyable. He could imagine how good it was going to feel having him constantly coming by fucking the hell out of his ass. The digit slid out and this time another pushed through the initial muscle to dip inside the tight passage. His brother was squirming as he stretched him, “you’re definitely a virgin. Don’t think I’ve felt an ass this tight before. Then again you’re really delicate aren’t you. So sweet and soft, I’ll have to treat you real good.” The fingers scissored, pushing the walls apart. Kurama cried out when he hit his button. “You want to cum? Tell me you want to cum.”


“Oh please, I want to cum. It hurts.” Kurama trembled as the fingers started scissoring in his ass, pressing against that spot with every movement. His balls ached, his cock felt like it was about to throb off along with his exploding testicles. Whatever Karasu was doing it was getting to him. He wasn’t prepared when the fingers pulled out and something else started to push into his ass. He turned around to see the man hadn’t moved but was looking at his ass. It felt like something rubber instead of fleshy. He writhed in pleasure as it put pressure along that area. Something was dangling out by several inches. It was a small dildo, left there as Karasu moved. His brother stood and walked around the bed. Finally his eyes went to the one place he’d been averting. Fear filled him seeing the large cock standing proud. If the two fingers felt that intense he couldn’t imagine being fucked by that.


“Like what you see? Think you can take it?” Karasu went to kneel on the mattress putting his cock in the boy’s
face. He knew what he had was impressive. All his lovers were smaller and loved to feel his cock being crammed in their ass. “Be a good boy and let me slide up under you. You can suck on my cock as I get you off. Has that little prude of yours ever sucked you off?” He laughed at the negative shake, “well, I’ll just have to take care of you then. I’ll even be a good sport and let you do most of the work and fuck my mouth.” His back slid over the mattress as Kurama lifted a leg up so he could get underneath him. His mouth captured the tip of the dangling cock as he got into position. “Don’t forget about me or I’ll be disappointed.”


Kurama didn’t think he could handle anymore but was forced to with the cock ring in place. A large hand was wrapping around his base pulling the device off. He didn’t get relief because a tight grip accomplished the same result. Karasu was keeping his dick from obtaining it’s release. His eyes went to the huge member near his face. It had to be at least a foot long and extremely wide, twice the size of his own. Fingers went around it to touch it timidly. He didn’t know the first thing about sucking a cock off. “Oh, oh fuck,” the dildo was pulled almost all the way out of his ass as the head beneath him suddenly swallowed most of his length. So much for him being in charge and doing the fucking. He was stunned knowing his cock was going in Karasu’s throat. “Ah that feels good. Ugh, Karasu, oh please.” The dildo was pressed into his ass again, pushing into his passage.


The cock started to jerk with awkward movements. Karasu was delighted knowing that his brother was panting his name. The hand had stopped touching him but the lowered head had the hot breath caressing the tip as Kurama whimpered at the pleasure. The dildo now in Kurama’s ass was only about an inch thick. He slid it out and wanted more, this position wouldn’t do. Keeping a firm hand on the cock, he slid out from underneath him. “Flip now, on your back.” It was more of a flop than flip but worked. His brother was on his back, the swollen lips parted. “Hold your legs up for me. I think I want you to cum for me before I take my time fucking you.” The pale thighs parted being held up towards the heaving chest.


Kurama tried to calm down as he heard Karasu scrounging through the box. “Ungh,” he licked his lips seeing the much larger toy being removed. This one was a dark blue and had a motor piece on the end of the fake balls. There was no time to prepare himself mentally for it. The tip was pressing into his ring, making him cry out from the feeling. “Owe,” he threw his head back as it entered. That time had hurt but that didn’t stop Karasu. Instead Kurama felt the thickness filling him, stretching. What was so bad about it, he knew that the cock he’d been touching was wider and longer. “Oh, stop, please, uhhhh, oh fuck me,” the dildo hit his spot just as the switch was turned on. The vibration sent him into overload and the pleasure had his eyes rolling back. He writhed as it started to pump slowly.


Karasu knew he was ready for him to do the fucking instead of the toys. He went down capturing the cock in his mouth. His tongue caressed the thick vein, letting his wrist work. “That’s it, you sound so fucking hot. Cum for me, let me suck your cock dry.” The pressure around the base was released, his fingers worked on the length occupying what his mouth wasn’t pleasuring. He almost came hearing the piercing scream as Kurama bucked as the orgasm finally was allowed to come. The first stream of semen hit the back of his throat. It was salty but the taste of his lover was savored as it gushed forth. The hand moved the dildo faster as the walls contracted with the flow of pleasure. It had Kurama coming off of the mattress. The cock was shoved further into his throat, he swallowed around it taking what the redhead offered.


“Uww, ungh, oh,” Kurama didn’t think he could move as the toy was pulled from his ass and Karasu moved away from him. He was barely aware of the taller man moving over him. Every nerve in his body was on fire from that feeling. Fingers cupped his chin making him look up at his brother. He saw something in those violet eyes that scared him. He bit down on his bottom lip feeling something new probing him. “Wait,” there was no way that would fit. The last dildo had been too much.


“I don’t think so Kurama, don’t be scared I’ll take it easy on you until you grow accustomed to having my cock inside. Shouldn’t take too long since I plan to fuck you every chance I get. Now shut the hell up because I’m fucking you regardless of what you have to say. I shouldn’t last no more than twenty or thirty minutes this time around so count yourself lucky. You got me so excited I can’t wait to cum deep in your hot little ass. Who knows I might not make it that long with how tight you are.” he reached a hand underneath the curve of Kurama’s spine to hold him in place. He pressed up knowing that he should still be somewhat prepped from the toys. “Oh fuck that’s tight.” His head pressing into the tight bunch of muscles made an audible pop as he cleared it.


“Karasu, don’t.” Placing hands on the sweating shoulders didn’t stop the upward penetration. Kurama grabbed a handful of the long raven hair. Another hand was content to hold onto the other man for support. He cried out feeling himself being entered. The width was unbelievable, his ass felt like it was being torn in two. There was no way he could take it any deeper. Only about two inches was in his ass and he wanted to beg for it to stop. He knew he wouldn’t be shown any mercy. The man topping him had to be enjoying it. The hot breath against his ear was coming out as one long needy moan. Nails dug into the sweaty flesh, it didn’t help his discomfort. “Owe, oh please, no more.”


“Lots more, I’d say about another seven inches lover. Told you that you were really tight and my cock is loving every second of it. I just might keep you.” He adjusted his knees so that he was leaning over more and took most of the weight off of Kurama. The thighs parted further so he could go deeper. “Hmmm maybe I should try some more lube. Don’t move, tempt me and I’ll turn you over and fuck you like a dog.” His cock didn’t want to come out as he reached over for the bottle of lubrication. He smirked seeing the tender area was slightly red from being abused. He placed some of the lube on the tip of his finger and leaned back. Kurama stiffened as he shoved a good amount of the lube just inside the hole. “There, should be enough on my cock now. Let’s try this again. I’ve waited so long to fuck you.”


A shiver ran down his spine but Kurama found his thighs parting to allow the man back between them. Both hands went out to run over the hovering shoulders. He licked his lips feeling Karasu positioning it back. This time the tip went in easier but it still left him stunned. The friction was intense as it stretched and buried itself deeper. “Karasu, I...... “ Teeth went for his neck as his head went back. A quick jerk had the hips shoving more inside, further than the first time. “Oh, ohhhhohhuh,” it hit his spot again. He didn’t think it’d feel like that. It wasn’t a slight tingle, the feeling erupted from the spot until he felt consumed by it. “Oh, that felt good.” The girth withdrew only to be drive up and higher.


“That’s it lover, moan for me as I take you. I can’t wait until I can pound that pretty little ass into the mattress. Would you like that? Want more?” Karasu panted into the creamy neck, inhaling the scent of rose and sweat. His cock was gliding in without much trouble. The walls were clinging to him, but stretching to adjust to his intrusion. Just as he knew it’d be, painfully tight and hot. His brother had definitely been worth the wait. Fingers went into the tousled red hair, gripping possessively. For now Kurama belonged to him. “Say it, tell me you fucking want me.”


“I want you, please don’t stop.” Kurama gasped as the cock pulled out and slammed back in with more force. His spot cried under the abuse. “Oh yes, again.” he was rewarded with the brushing of his spot. The friction was almost burning but feeling that white hot pleasure made it feel good. The thick cock was steadily moving in his ass now, pumping deeper with each smooth stroke. It felt odd being stretched so wide, so fucking intense he wanted to cum. “Ungh, oh, no more. I can’t take anymore.” the cock still went deeper into his ass against his words. “Karasu, faster. OH gods, you feel so good. Harder, oh yes, fuck me.” Kurama felt the tremor as the orgasm threatened to break and take him. He knew he was begging but didn’t care. His walls clamped down on the member as the peak spiked to new heights. His voice was one long whimper of need, his lower region was one throbbing mass of pleasure. “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum. Please, give it to me.”


“Ah dammit,” Karasu swore feeling the tension twist in his balls as the ass clenched him. It didn’t even take stimulation to the abandoned cock between them. Kurama trembled under him as the orgasm claimed them both. Hearing his brother beg was too much for him to handle. The climax hit him, sending him over the edge. The waves crashed down sending his load deep into the ass pinching his cock. He gave in and started pumping hard and fast, fucking the contracting walls without care. His cum shot out in thick streams as he thrust repeatedly into the quivering hole. “Hmmm, so good.” With a final thrust he collapsed onto Kurama in a content sigh. That had been more than he’d expected.


It was hard to get up but he managed knowing he’d keep his end of the deal. He couldn’t gloat over this relationship if the old fool was dead. Karasu rolled off of his lover and sat up. “Let’s take a quick shower and then head out. You said you wanted to make it to the hospital before the financial department closed didn’t you.” That got the other man to move, if slowly. Maybe he’d been too hard during the end, it was Kurama’s first time. Well he’d have to get used to it if he was going to be a good little pet. “By the way you will be moving in tonight. I’ll be nice and treat you to dinner but you will be in my bed tonight.”


The sound of laughter penetrated his foggy mind. Kurama grumbled feeling the grit burning the back of his eyes. He was still tired but curiosity forced him to get up. The bed was more than comfortable which had him lingering for several more moments. His eyes blinked seeing the clock. It was already after nine, he’d skipped dinner. Karasu had to be home by now. One of the voices belonged to his brother. He’d meant to stop by the hospital but had fallen asleep. He’d been so tired after attending classes this morning, he’d disrobed and crashed hoping to catch up on some sleep before Karasu got home. A month of this and he felt like a rabbit. The only good thing that had come out of it was that their father had his surgery two weeks ago and was doing better. With any luck he’d be out of the hospital soon.


His body wanted to remain where it was, snuggled up in the thick comforter. Why hadn’t Karasu waken him? In the last few weeks he’d know exactly why Karasu had put in the clause of him doing whatever he says without questions. His brother was a freak and sadistic. The second time had happened right in the hospital parking lot. As soon as they’d gone into the financial department. Karasu had signed forms putting him solely responsible for his father’s medical expenses and care. Then gave the woman a check that was cleared minutes later. He’d given Kurama ten minutes to go up and inform his mother about it. Then as soon as they reached the man’s truck Kurama had found himself on his back, legs spread wide. One resting on the back of the seat the other on the dash. He’d held on as he was fucked hard and fast.


At the oddest times Karasu would demand attention. Keeping his end of the deal, he did as asked. Not like he didn’t enjoy what came out of it. He was always left shaking and getting off several times. His feet hit the carpet knowing he wanted to see who was out there. The voice was indeed male so he didn’t bother putting on anything else. The blue boxers covered up anything vital and personal. A hand ran through his hair before strolling out of the room. He took in the other man sitting on the couch smoking. At least he was using the ashtray. One thing Kurama had done without being told, he’d cleaned up the place. If he was going to live it in, it had to be livable.


“Come here,” Karasu smiled seeing Kurama standing there in the doorway. The lithe form didn’t hesitate in doing so. He held out his hand to his lover noticing how Sakyo followed the redhead’s every move. This time he had one up on Sakyo. The scarred man’s latest lover, Shishi, had been very appealing but held nothing on his brother. “Did you have a pleasant nap?” He’d come home to find him snoring softly into the pillows. Knowing he’d need some rest for later Karasu had been content to let him do so. It gave some sort of tingling sensation in his chest as the redhead took a seat next to him.


Kurama wondered if Karasu was going to make introductions. Didn’t appear so, his brother never did have the best of manners. Not that he was really going to concern himself over it. He wasn’t here to make friends. He was here to keep his end of a deal that would ensure their father pulled through. He already owed Karasu so much. Just seeing the older man sitting up and being able to lay there and not be in pain was more than he’d hoped for. Not to mention his mother wasn’t worrying herself into a terrible state. Everything was being taken care of and all he had to do for it was have sex. Of course the sex was forbidden and with another male. A hand came around to rest over his shoulders pulling him closer to the raven hair. Still tired he rested his head on the closest shoulder and closed his eyes.


Karasu saw Sakyo taking in the situation, that wicked mind of his was fiercely working. Sakyo was the only one of his friends that he’d consider being more freaky than himself. Even he had certain lines he wouldn’t cross but Sakyo didn’t have any. That included down to fetishes with body secretions, blood, pain and torture. It wouldn’t surprise him if there were an actual reason as to why the bitch of a dog he had for a pet was so protective of him. He was almost loath to allow Sayko to touch but knew the other man would want to. They had always shared in the past so why shouldn’t he do so now?


Kurama lifted his head feeling the hand cupping his chin. Karasu’s lips crashed down over his own, tongue probing painfully. He opened his mouth and let it happen. He gave in, returning the motion, using his own tongue to feel and stir his brother’s passion. Knowing they had company didn’t stop his own from flaring to life. The kiss had him wanting more in seconds. His cock pressed against the boxers making a very obvious tent spring to life. His hand reached out to touch the hard chest not far from him. The lips pulled away from his mouth and Karasu gave his first order for the evening. “Use your lips on my cock.”


He couldn’t be serious, the other man was sitting on the edge of the couch looking at them. He lifted to see the eyes watching him for any sign of disobeying. He knew he couldn’t. Not only would he pay for it later but Karasu made sure he knew what he had over him. Their father was recovering but only because Karasu was paying so he could remain at the hospital and get the care he needed. He had to either get on the floor or adjust his seat on the couch. Karasu made the decision for him, he turned until he was resting on the arm facing him and the other man.


“Go ahead, he won’t bite. Turn around and face me Kurama, I want to look at you as you please me.” Karasu laughed seeing Sakyo moving back to give him the room needed. Kurama put himself up on his knees and went for the shorts he was wearing. He lifted his hips to let the material slide down and off. “That’s good, now put me in your mouth. Tonight, I got something special planned for you. Guess I’m a little rude. Lover, that gentleman behind you is Sakyo, a good friend of mine.”


Kurama noted the name but tried to ignore the company’s presence so he could concentrate on what Karasu wanted done. Just how good of friends were they? Had he just met one of Karasu’s lovers? His hand wrapped around the thick girth. They both knew he couldn’t deep throat it. He’d been learning other ways to please his lover. His tongue darted over the slit, licking up the moisture as it formed. His brother seemed to licked having it licked as well. As long as he kept his mouth working over the heated flesh. He didn’t mind it so much, actually enjoyed knowing that he could please him this way. Since they’d met and he thought he’d have an older brother to look up to he’d tried to make Karasu like him. To please the older man, to earn his acceptance. None of that had worked and Karasu had always seemed to despise him despite his best efforts. Hearing his name roll from the tight lips in pleasure had butterflies flapping around in his gut.


“Don’t stop,” Karasu trailed his hand through the strands as the tongue stroked the underside of his cock. It thrilled him to see the supple lips trying to wrap around the head. Kurama was so eager to please, so quick to jump at what he asked. Was it because of the money? Or did his brother truly enjoy being his? His eyes narrowed seeing Sakyo moving in closer to the kneeling backside. He’d let the man join in as long as he didn’t get out of hand. He wouldn’t risk injuring his brother despite the fact that it was a business relationship. If anyone hurt him then it’d be himself not Sakyo. He saw the nod of understanding so let it pass. Kurama was sucking on the tip eagerly, bobbing his head trying to take more into his mouth.


Kurama almost jumped feeling hands on his boxers. They were being quite rude about pulling them down. He stopped his ministrations to look back at the other man. A scar went down a side of his face but he was rather cute. Cute and staring at his ass with a gleam to his eyes. Would Karasu let someone else touch him? There was no jealousy or anger in the violet eyes. Kurama wasn’t sure how to react. He was just getting used to the idea of being with one male. Could he not freak out with a second touching him? How far would things go? How far would Karasu want them to?


“So do I get to fuck him? Or did you bring me over here just to brag?” Sayko was almost drooling as the sweet swell of ass was exposed to him. No wonder Karasu hadn’t been around lately. They’d all wondered what was keeping him occupied. If he had this little piece at home he’d wouldn’t venture out either. The boy was beautiful and had an ass worthy of being fucked slowly. He reached out seeing the green eyes studying him. “I at least get to taste him, don’t I?” Sakyo moved when Karasu nodded in confirmation. He was willing to bet the boy was an excellent fuck. Had to be if Karasu was forgoing their weekend get together. .


Kurama stared seeing Karasu give the man permission. A hand was pressing his head back down to pleasure the abandoned cock. He closed his eyes and went to work, swirling his tongue over the underside of the shaft. He did stiffen feeling hands roaming over his ass. Teeth bit down into his cheek letting him know that the guest had been serious. It was happening so fast, a tongue went right for his puckered entrance. He moaned against the flesh in his mouth. Sakyo’s probing was different than his brothers. The tongue didn’t bother licking the outside to tease. The morsel went right into the puckered muscle, probing to taste him. The hint of teeth scraped across as hands pushed both cheeks apart.


Karasu licked his lips seeing Sakyo’s face buried in his lover’s ass. The pink tongue swirled back down to flick Kurama’s opening. “Hn, you almost look impatient Sakyo. Don’t tell me one little taste of my toy and you are ready to fuck him.” The hot little tongue was teasing his own cock. He had more patience than his friend. They had the rest of the night to indulge. “How about it Kurama? Sakyo has never been one with patience. I saw his desire to fuck you the moment you stepped out of the room. I want you to sit in my lap as he fucks you. Come here love, you’ll enjoy it I promise.”


Kurama abandoned the large cock at Karasu’s insistence. His brother was rotating until his feet were resting on the floor. He climbed into the slim lap, making sure not to sit on the cock resting along the man’s stomach. His back leaned back until he was laying against him. He tilted his head back to catch the violet eyes that were glazed over. Closing the distance, he reached up to cup the smooth cheek. His tongue ran over Karasu’s bottom lip, teasing him into the kiss. He got what he wanted, the mouth opened for him. Hands that he knew by touch, were lifting his legs up and apart by the knee.


Sakyo positioned himself on the floor near the parted legs. Karasu had his closed which meant he’d be straddling them in order to fuck the boy. He reached for the bottle of lube that he’d just fetched. He really wanted to fuck the pretty little ass dry but the look Karasu had given him he knew he couldn’t. Perhaps he’d have to come back one evening while Karasu was out. First he’d see just how good of a fuck this newest toy was. He didn’t believe in prepping before he fucked. Toys didn’t call for that little consideration. He applied enough of the lube so Karasu wouldn’t have cause to bitch later. The two were still kissing as he climbed over the closed knees and lowered himself until he was directly between the parted knees.


The light touch registered then the pain of being invaded had him crying out in Karasu’s mouth. The man didn’t even stop but kept pushing the width further. It was nowhere near his brother’s size which made it more bearable. He licked at the tongue coaxing his into playing. The stinging sensation was easing, the kiss making him focus on the one behind him. The friction had the tension growing in his groin, along with the way Karasu had begun to move behind him. The fat cock was rubbing against his back, letting him know that he’d be getting what he wanted soon. He reached down to wrap a hand around his own cock. Sakyo wasn’t wasting any time. The girth was starting to move steadily and faster.


Karasu sensed it the moment Kurama started getting into it. The whimper brushed across his tongue. Sakyo wasn’t near as large as him but knew what he was doing. He wanted to kick the other man back and take his place as the redhead began to pant in need. The scarred man was thrusting at an angle, stroking his brother’s prostate. The jerky movements had the delicate hand grabbing the twin sacs, letting the hard cock rock deep in the ass. The sight had him breathing heavily along with them both. He nibbled on the sensitive curve of Kurama’s slender neck. He was sucking and biting hard enough he knew he was going to leave a mark. “Do you like that? Do you like having him fuck you?”


“Ah yes,” Kurama nodded as he spoke. The man was rough but the rapid thrusting was making him tremble with pleasure. How could he not enjoy it when he was expertly torturing his sweet spot? Damn, he was going to cum soon. He moaned in disappointment as the cock was jerked out of him. His eyes sought out Sakyo who was reaching behind himself to grab something off of the table. He knew what that strap was, he licked his lips seeing the cock ring coming towards him. Karasu was putting Kurama’s legs down to rest on his own as Sakyo came back over.


Karasu caught the tube of lube while Sakyo went to work on placing the cock ring over the boy’s rigid flesh. “Sit up,” He pressed the pale back from him long enough to coat his own erection with the thick goo. He was going to enjoy this, Kurama was in for a special treat. He handed it back over to Sakyo without closing it. “Lift yourself up and make sure you lower yourself back down on my cock.” his hand gripped the base to point it straight up. The smooth cheeks were coming back down. He hissed feeling the puckered ring touching the tip. It was slow going but Kurama eased it inside. The tight walls wrapped around the shaft, easing it’s way down.


Sayko waited until the redhead was leaning back against Karasu’s chest letting the huge girth settle deep in his ass. He reached for the nice sized cock the dainty boy was sporting. It’d feel real nice going in his ass. His jeans were completely discarded with the use of his feet. Once there was enough of the substance coating the length he moved and crawled on the couch. He straddled both men, placing his feet on the cushions on both sides. He had to rest a hand on Karasu’s shoulder for leverage. His old lover reached forward to pick up Kurama’s cock so he could seat himself down. He didn’t bother trying to take it easy, he loved the pain. He bore down as the head shoved through the pinched ring. “Oh yes, that’s very nice.”


Kurama squeezed the waist starting to rise and fall above him. “Ah,” he tossed his head back to rest it upon Karasu’s shoulder. He felt overloaded with the sensations. The lean form beneath him began rocking, barely moving the thick cock buried in his ass. Giving in, he placed his hands on the cushions, needing some support in order to lift himself up. His brother didn’t complain about his top weight that was being left to crush him. As he lifted himself up above the cock in his ass, his own was pushing into the tight sheath riding him. “Uh, oh,” the cock ring kept him from exploding. The feeling was overwhelming, so good he found himself lifting as best as he could. Shoving his girth into Sayko only to bring himself down to be filled by his brother.


Seeing the look on his brother’s face made him want to shove Sakyo off and take him into the room to be alone. He’d allow his friend to find release first since he’d allowed it to start. The muscles were pinching him as Kurama thrust into Sakyo. “Do you like that?” A positive nod, he ran a hand through the thick mess of hair resting near his own. He stilled his movements hearing Sayko cry out. The sticky substance squirted in a thick stream and onto his coffee table. His bitch would have to clean that later. “Get off Sayko and I’ll trust you to escort yourself out.”


Kurama whimpered when his cock was abandoned. The scarred man climbed off of him and nodded but didn’t complain about his brother’s rude tone. An arm went around his waist keeping himself impaled on the hard shaft. “What?” he was being carried into the bedroom, his legs dangling. He was forced to reach back and hold onto his brother’s neck. The bed protested to having his weight suddenly thrown upon it. “Karasu!” He was appalled at the treatment. He was on the bed alone and his eyes followed as Karasu went to his dresser, the drawer where all the accessories were kept. His eyes widened seeing the rope being pulled out.


“Turn around now,” Karasu took both and was pleased when Kurama complied. The petite form turned to it’s stomach, making sure to place the smooth swell of ass high in the air. His own cock was demanding he just fuck the other man and do it now. The first wrist was tied to the headboard, the next seconds later. “Did you like having your cock in Sakyo’s ass? I hope so, I hope it was worth being punished for.” he reached beneath him to ensure that the cock ring was still in place. See how much he could get the man to beg before he allowed him release. “Who’s cock do you want? Shall I fuck you or do you want Sakyo to take my place?”


“No, I want you.” He licked his lips nervously really hoping that he wouldn’t bring the other man back in. It had been nice but Sakyo’s cock felt nothing like his brother’s. It was the thickness brushing against his thigh that he wanted. He hadn’t felt complete or full until Karasu had taken him. He’d mainly liked the idea that his lover had been watching. The walls hugging his own cock as his ass was stretched. “I want your cock, fuck me Brother.” He squirmed trying to guide the tip towards it’s goal.


“Is this what you seek?” Karasu placed the weeping tip at the loosened muscle ring and plunged forward. The angle had Kurama crying out as he sunk deep. The hot little ass was being forced in two, his width penetrating the tight sheath. “Answer me, you little slut. Who’s cock do you want in your ass?” He brought his teeth down to nip the redhead’s shoulder. The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth as the skin broke under the pressure. The warm liquid filled his mouth.


“Yours, Karasu please.” Kurama felt the sting of tears as his skin was torn beneath the unforgiving teeth. “I want you, only you.” He pushed back to force more of the hardness within. He wished his hands weren’t tied so he could reach back and spread his cheeks apart. Gods, he wanted to be fucked. His back stiffened and he arched his spine. A hand came down indicating for him to be still. He didn’t want to stay still, he wanted to rock back and impale himself over and over again.


“Such long silky hair,” Karasu liked the look of the red welts appearing over the pale skin. His fingers twirled a handful of the red locks, wrapping it securely in his hand. It brought the slender throat back, leaving a trail of blood oozing down from the wound. Kurama whimpered as he brought his free palm down upon the other cheek. The slap echoed in the room, urging him to do it again. The next blow was enough to make his brother jerk up, “don’t you fucking move. I think you need to be taught a lesson. I thought to share you but I don’t think I like that idea much anymore. I’m usually not greedy but since this isn’t a normal arrangement. If I ever see you allowing someone else to touch you, you’ll wish you’d died right along with that father of yours. I lose you, you lose him.” He jerked back on the hair, “Just know I don’t make idle threats.”


“But,” Kurama jerked at the bonds, he didn’t like the way things were turning out. After all Karasu had been the one to bring the man over and give Sakyo permission to touch him. He bit down on his lip when the cock was removed only to drive back in hard, so hard some of his hair popped in the hold. “Owe,” damn, that felt good even though he felt like he was being split in two. “More, don’t stop. Oh please, fuck me.” he wiggled his ass trying to tease his brother into complying.


The steady pumping was what he started out with, each thrust burying the length to the hilt. “Oh yes, you’ll know just who you belong to before I let you cum. You’re mine until I decide otherwise. Do you like that idea? Do you like being my bitch?” he reached around using just the hair to sway his lover into meeting his thrusts. His hand found the swollen member standing erect and pointing towards the bed. He pumped his lover’s cock in time with his own lustful motions.


“Fuck, oh yes,” His balls were aching with the need to find release. His cock felt on the verge of exploding as it was being pumped. The fat girth was fucking the hell out of his sweet spot making each thrust abuse and tease. “Don’t stop, I love having your cock in my ass. Oh yes, that feels so good.” His hair was released and so was his cock. Karasu was rising and reaching up to untie his hands. He thought he would be relieved but was told to turn around and on his back. His eyes widened to see the rope to wrap around the post while still being attached to his wrists. He groaned, his ankle was being raised towards the posts. The muscle in his legs protested but that didn’t stop Karasu from tying the ankle in place. The process was repeated with the other. When it was done he found he couldn’t move and his bottom was raised in the air, the legs wide apart.


“I’m going to fuck you into the mattress. But first you are going to tell me what I want to hear or I’ll leave
you tied up just like that all night long without bringing my cock near you again.” Karasu smiled seeing the wrists jerking at the bonds. His tip slid across the pink sphincter, noticing that it was swollen from the abuse. The sagging balls were cupped and fondled to ensure he had Kurama’s attention. “Good, now if you want my cock you’ll answer my question correctly. Keep in mind you only have one chance to get it right. If not you are going to watch me finish myself and remain where you are. Whose little bitch are you?”


“Yours Karasu, I’m your little bitch, Brother.” Kurama pleaded feeling the tip barely press inside his ass, mocking his words. “Oh fuck, I’m yours, and I only need your cock to give me what I want.” There was no way to brace himself for the invasion. The huge width rammed into his hole without mercy. It hurt but he savored the feel of being violated. He threw his head back as the cock ring was removed from his pounding member. He shuddered feeling the savage thrusts that took him over the edge without need for anymore stimulation. The waves had him jerking in the position. The walls contracted around the attacking morsel. His vision blurred as he cried out in pleasure and pain.


“Just where are we going?” Karasu couldn’t believe he had given into his brother’s demands. He should have stayed home, he didn’t want to go out today. The sun was out, it was very nice outside. For him it was a day to be spent indoors. He had a piece he needed to work on and shouldn’t be giving into his lover’s demands. He frowned seeing them coming up to a clothing store. It was located near several other shops. A tattoo parlor and a hair saloon were the next two shops after it. “I refuse to go shopping with you. I told you to borrow the card if you wanted to do this.”


“I am not going shopping for clothes. We are going to the shop next to it.” Kurama smiled seeing the violet eyes narrow as it sought out their destination. He grabbed his brother’s hand and led him to the window pane. There were several drawing displays surrounding a price list. He didn’t want anything that extravagant. “I want to get one and was hoping you’d get it for me. I could get it done while you pick up your art supplies. Please, it shouldn’t take that long.”


“Fine, but you better be done before I get done with my run.” Karasu handed him some cash, “that better be enough. I should be back in two hours or so to get you. I also don’t want to hear you bitching later.” he wasn’t going to bother asking what his brother wanted to get. The redhead would probably puss out the second the needle pricked him. He should laugh at the suggestion but let it pass.


“Thank you,” Kurama took the funds and gave his brother a quick kiss on the mouth. He saw that the action shocked Karasu. “See you when you get back.” He walked inside before his brother had time to comment. He knew that Karasu wasn’t into displays of affection much less public ones. It’d been nice to catch him off guard. The smile lingered even as a woman greeted him. She had green hair, several piercing placed around her face. “Hello, I’m here to see how much a tattoo would cost. I just want a six letter name on the groin area. About how much would that run me?”


“Just a simple name, only about fifty. You’ll have to give him thirty minutes to finish up the other gentleman but that shouldn’t take long. Can I have your name? I’ll need you to fill out a form real quick. Then you can take a look at designs and see which way you want it.” She leaned down to fetch a clipboard and a pen. There were also several blonde patches on her scalp, clashing with the green. There had to be at least ten loops on her earlobes and she told him to take a seat as he filled out the paperwork.


Kurama nodded but his eyes went to the object inside her mouth. He cocked his head to the side and almost kicked his own ass. He had to be out of his mind, “The sign outside said you do some piercing as well.” The woman nodded informing him that she did them. “Okay, how much would getting my tongue pierced run me?” He really shouldn’t but he remembered a conversation on how it could make oral sex more enjoyable. The idea of using something on his brother that would heighten the act of going down couldn’t be overlooked.


He took a seat and finished up the paperwork. The woman waved him to follow her, he’d be getting his piercing while waiting on the other client to leave. She was going over all the necessary information that he’d need to know how to take care of it and how to keep it from becoming infected. He took a seat in the chair as she pulled out a tray. He really really hated needles but he willed himself to stay in the seat. Curiosity made him watch as she had him stick out his tongue to prepare it. Drool rolled from the corner of his mouth, the clamp was pulling the pink muscle further out.


He did close his eye as she came at him with a needle. It was thicker than any he’d ever seen before. He couldn’t watch, nope think of something else. OUCH! Just like that the sting shot in his tongue as she informed him she was now putting in the jewelry. That hadn’t been so bad, if he didn’t count the wet spots on his shirt from him drooling like a hound. He wiped his chin off when she handed him a napkin. The weight felt odd and different. The numbness was most likely helping with the sting of it. It was time to pick out the pattern he wanted for the name.


She handed him a piece of paper and instructed him to sit in the chair the former client had vacated. He’d worn his sweats today in hopes of getting this done. He chose a cursive style that was bold but legible. The man was asking where he wanted it. “Um, well I was thinking on my groin area. But now, that I see that little design up there.” He pointed to little picture chart. It was a wide tattoo that resembled vines with an open gap in the middle. “Could I get this one on the small of my back, the name in the clear area?” That would fit his purposes. That way when Karasu took him from behind he could see the mark.


The woman gave him the price which he had enough to cover the piercing and the tattoo. She seemed to understand what he wanted even though his tongue felt sluggish and he was sure he sounded like he had a mouth full of cock. The name and design were simple and could be done in one sitting. He’d only have to come back in two weeks to replace the starter bar and get a shorter one. He’d probably just purchase a new one and replace it himself. His position changed on the seat as it was placed to lay completely flat. His pants were pulled down enough to expose the area. There was no turning back now, “Owe!” the man’s hand started slapping him.


Kurama frowned hearing the music blaring from the studio. It was already after one in the morning and Karasu had yet to exit the place. The room was still off-limits to him and he was curious as to what the man was doing. He’d glanced inside a few times to see the many paintings and supplies stacked in the cluttered room. Usually whenever Karasu was gone then the door had a padlock on it. He sighed and took a small sip of the water. His tongue had swollen some making something simple like drinking hard. He’d purchased a bottle of sanitizing mouth wash from them as well. Hopefully the swelling would go down in a few days.


He was disappointed that his brother hadn’t asked if he’d gotten the tattoo. Instead Karasu had noticed the piercing when he greeted him. The dark look and stiff shoulders let him know that the man was in a foul mood. He had no idea why and hadn’t bothered to ask. He knew when not to broach a subject and to leave well enough alone. Tomorrow he’d go to the hospital and see their father. His mother had called while they were out. She hadn’t informed him just who was taking on the financial responsibility just yet. They both agreed to wait until the man was better. Although his mother didn’t know just why Karasu had agreed to do so. She assumed that the man wanted to help his father and family.


He couldn’t bring himself to tell her that Karasu was going to use it as a means to punish him. It was the man’s way of getting even when he finally told the man that they were lovers. Honestly Kurama didn’t think it would matter. He believed despite the fall out that Bui still loved his son and wouldn’t turn his back on him to learn that they were together. He knew that when it came down to it his mother wouldn’t care. As long as he was happy, she’d accept the relationship. Though, Karasu would probably toss him out on his ass once he had his revenge. Kurama didn’t care, he didn’t regret what he was doing. The arrangement had turned into something more. He loved being here with the sulky man.


He needed to head to bed and remove this padding from his back. He couldn’t get the area wet yet so he’d already taken a sponge bath. So much for surprising his lover with his new mark. The bedroom felt lonely as he stripped down and crawled into bed. The boxers were removed along with the shirt. He turned to look in the mirror, to see the cover being removed. His father would fucking freak if he saw it. Bui didn’t believe in any type of body adornment. Which was why he was considering postponing his trip tomorrow. He tossed the cover into the trash and made his way to the bed. He’d lay on his stomach just to be on the safe side. It was itching due to healing but he refrained by shoving his hands under the pillow. He was tired and ready to sleep, since tonight he’d be alone.


Karasu put the lock on his studio noticing that all but one light was out. It was a little after three in the morning and he needed to sleep. Painting had done nothing to assuage his anger. Nothing would, except short of slapping that little bitch. He ran a hand through his hair and made for the kitchen, he had a migraine. Had the girl been calling Kurama while he wasn’t home? Or were they still seeing each other? He had no idea what Kurama did while he was at school during the day. It was very possible that the two were still together. Why else would she approach him like that? He wanted to ask but felt it beneath him. He should go in there and demand answers. What the fuck did the redhead see in the little cunt? She reminded him of a bulldog. Stupid, ugly, little bitch wanted to get hurt.


He slammed the fridge door after getting him a beer. He downed the two tylenol in one swallow. Her words rang in his ears. “You must be Kurama’s older brother. I just wanted to come give you my prayers. I hear your father is doing better, I’m glad. Can you tell Kurama to call me and that I said I love him. If you guys need anything let me know.” Yeah, he needed something but he’d go to jail if he indulged in it. He’d told Kurama to dump her. Had he disobeyed? The can was tossed into the sink, he’d go ask him. Maybe whipping him would work this time around. Try out his whip with the studs and let his brother know who was in charge.


He crept into the bedroom making sure not to disturb the sleeping boy. Good, he was already on his stomach. It
would make tying him up easier. The dresser made some noise but Kurama didn’t stir. The soft breathing continued even as he latched the rope around the first wrist. He left some slack as not to wake him from the pain. He had to reach under the pillow to grasp the second. With that he knew his lover was stirring. It was too late he had the other hand tied and secure. “Wakey wakey lover, I have something to ask you.” Karasu sat on the mattress beside him and leaned over to nip at an earlobe. “You have displeased me greatly.”


“Huh?” Kurama tried to clear the fog from his mind. What was Karasu talking about? Was he pissed that he’d gotten the tongue ring? He had never gave him any indication that he didn’t like them. If that was so then he’d take it out. He’d only been thinking about it being more pleasurable for his brother. “What?” the hand fisted in his hair jerking his head back. He swallowed hard seeing the glazed eyes and the smell of alcohol hit him. What had caused the man to get drunk? He was sure he couldn’t be upset about the tattoo. The cover was still covering it. Maybe he had seen it and was pissed that he’d brand himself. Not like his brother had plans to keep him around for much longer.


“Perhaps a simple whipping would not get my point across.” Karasu frowned hearing the thick words of confusion being uttered. Of course he’d play stupid. Why had the cocky little shit gotten the tongue ring? Tattoo his fucking left ass cheek. The little prick had gone in there for a piercing. Had he gotten it for his girlfriend? That little whore had been too happy for a bitch that had been dumped by the man she wanted. Kurama had fucking lied to him! He reached for the shirt on the floor. He didn’t want to hear another word from those lying lips. The green eyes widened in pain, the cloth was shoved into the open orifice. “So I don’t have to listen to your bullshit. I think I know how to get my point across. I’ll let you see just how it feels my little slut.”


Kurama moaned against the cloth pressing against his tongue. What was going on? He’d known Karasu had been upset about something but what had he done? He pulled at the rope but it was too tight. The minutes ticked by as he fought against the binding. He wanted to take the stuffing out of his mouth but the only way was to use his tongue. With the swelling it was hard to move it much less force the shirt out. He plopped his mouth on the mattress and tried sliding his face across to yank it out. It had dislodged some but then Karasu was back in the room. Where had the man gone? He screamed for the man to stop hearing the duct tape pull away.


Karasu felt some remorse as he wrapped the thick tape around the pretty little head to ensure the gag stayed in place. “There, now be quiet until my company gets here.” As if on cue the doorbell rang and he had to smile at the timing. “Be a good boy. Touya is a neighbor from downstairs. I’ll just say that he has a little thing for me. He’s not as pretty as you but will do.” He got up from the bed after turning the redhead to look upon the empty side of the bed he’d soon be occupying. “If you don’t want me to whip the skin from your back you’ll keep your head there. Do you understand?”


The sting of tears filled his eyes hearing the other man’s voice. He didn’t dare move his head as the third male entered the bedroom. This Touya looked shocked to see him there as well but didn’t argue. Karasu snapped seeing him closing his eyes. He didn’t want to watch whatever was about to take place. This Touya began to undress and Karasu came over to him. One of his hands were untied and he was ordered to roll over. He did so and he noticed that Karasu tucked the blanket around his chest to ensure he stayed covered. Both hands were now tied together and the pillow was jerked from under his head.


“Touya be a good little bitch and get up there and straddle his face. Lean over and use the headboard for support, so I can fuck you as hard as I want.” Karasu saw the hurt in the green eyes but didn’t pause in grabbing the lube that he’d need. Touya had been his toy before his brother. The little man was always eager to come up and help appease his lusts. Probably because the man’s wife was a shrew. “Kurama you will keep your eyes open or be punished for it.” His cock was straining in his jeans thinking of forcing his brother to watch as he plowed into the other man. See how he liked knowing that he was being with another.


Kurama shook his head in denial not wanting to watch. He saw that the blue haired man was more than eager to do so. He skipped to the bed like a child getting ready to receive it’s favorite treat. He swore into the cloth feeling the hairy sacks come to rest on his forehead. The man’s ass was right in his sight, the long slit resting in place. He didn’t give a damn about punishment, he wasn’t going to watch. He cried out when his balls were suddenly squeezed hard enough to make him cough. His eyes flew back open to see a seething Karasu groping him through the blanket. He blinked back the sheen of tears, knowing he had no choice.


Touya licked his lips knowing what was about to take place. He’d been waiting weeks for his lover to call him again. He’d seen the prissy little redhead leaving on several occasions. It pissed him off that this little bitch would come in and try to take away his lover. He had known it’d only be a matter of time before Karasu came back to him. After all Karasu had told him that he had the sweetest ass he’d ever fucked on several occasions. He whimpered in need seeing the huge piece of meat being coated. Yeah, he wanted it. Let the girl underneath him see how much the man loved to fuck him. He arched his spine as the tip came near. “Please, just shove it in my ass.”


Kurama felt his chest tighten as the head disappeared in the crack. The man’s harsh cry was enough and so was seeing the member pushing forward. Without prepping Karasu rammed his cock into the hovering man. Touya seemed to be thrilled by it, panting and moaning as the cock started to thrust without pause. He didn’t bother to stop the flow of tears. They flowed freely as the balls resting on his forehead started to rub and grind down. He could make out the slick moisture coating the large shaft. Both men were moaning in pleasure, he was going to be sick.


“Oh yes, you feel so fucking good love. I’ve missed you,” Karasu ran a hand down the arched spine noticing how rough the skin felt. It wasn’t as nice as Kurama, nowhere near as smooth. Touya’s ass was also smaller and more narrow. It was tight enough though, he’d live with that. He slammed into the awaiting warmth and thought about the man beneath him. Now, he could just picture himself fucking Kurama instead. The ass was smoother, warmer, the little fuck hole a lot smaller. Often he felt like he’d split the man but his brother seemed to love being penetrated and ridden by him. Why couldn’t he be happy with just him? If only Kurama would accept just him and no one else. “Oh yes, tell me how much you love my cock.”


“Your cock feels so good, you know how much I love you.” Touya felt the hard stretching of his muscles and the friction teasing his prostate. He was so close to coming, it’d been too long. He removed one hand and fisted his own meat. He looked down to see the sea of red hair resting under him. See how the little bastard liked be covered in his essence. “Harder, oh yes, I’m going to cum.” He cried out as the white waves of heat rolled in waves. His jizz shot forth some of it hitting the headboard. The rest hit his hand, only to drip down as his ass was still being plowed. He reached down to rub the sticky goo onto the red crown. ‘Heh,’ he cried out as Karasu shoved into him finding release. The fat cock throbbed against his walls, the creamy fluid filling him.


He sobbed hearing the words and felt humiliated as the man rubbed the semen into his hair. His chest clenched and the heat from his tears slid down his temples. He didn’t care that it would be noticeable or if either one heard him crying. He blinked and slung his head to the side feeling the droplets hitting his nose and his tape covered mouth. Cum was starting to escape the man’s body. Karasu pulled out and moved from the bed. Kurama finally closed his eyes not being able to look at the man. What could he have done to warrant being forced to watch this? What had he done that was so wrong? He whimpered seeing his brother getting up and strolling from the room. He was being left tied up and covered with their filth.


Touya smiled as Karasu fled from the room. He heard the whimper of the bitch beneath him. “Heh, what did you expect?” he twisted his back and shoved his still stretched ass down onto the boy’s face. “See how much he loves fucking me? You may be here now but he always comes back to me. You just remember that,” he got up from the bed and went for his clothes. His wife would be waking up soon and he had to go to work. This had been a nice little reunion. He’d have to ask Karasu to call him again some time soon. “Shame you had to try and steal him, you’re kind of cute.” He sat down on the edge of the mattress. What did the boy look like? He was curios as to what the young man had to offer. As if sensing his appraisal the little fucker turned to his side giving him his back. “Heh,” that didn’t stop him. He pulled the blanket down to inspect the smooth pale flesh. Very nice, no wonder Karasu was keeping him around. He reached out seeing the markings , his finger trailed near the fresh marking.


“What are you doing?” Karasu snapped as he walked back into the room. He’d hoped to find Touya getting prepared to vacate not touching what was forbidden. He narrowed his eyes as Touya moved his hand away. Had the idiot been about to touch Kurama? His brother was upon his side facing towards him but his eyes were now closed. Somehow he had a feeling that he wasn’t asleep yet. He turned on the light switch and filled the room. Touya stood up and stretched showing off his nude bottom.


“Nothing, just admiring the work. It’s nice but I wouldn’t brand myself.” Touya reached for his pants and slid them on. He had to get going, Karasu seemed to be agitated. He wasn’t going to stick around for the fireworks or the brat’s weeping display. It’d only been a little romp session. Karasu better be careful with this one or the little leech wouldn’t want to vacate when the time came. “I’ll be going now. Don’t wait so long to call next time.” He gave his lover a smile and walked out the room. “I’ll show myself out.”


“You do that.” He waited until he heard the front door close before walking further into the room. Artwork? So he’d gotten a fucking tattoo also. Probably roses or something, he scoffed and went to sit on the edge of the mattress. He was suddenly very tired and didn’t feel like moving. His anger hadn’t been appeased at all. His display wasn’t working to get rid of the rage. He needed to lie down before he struck out. Even while fucking another his mind was filled with his brother. He was getting to him and it bothered the fuck out of him. Soon their little agreement would be over and Kurama would be back with that little bitch. There was a good chance their father would not turn on Kurama. Not when Kurama told him how he’d been blackmailed, it’d just make Bui hate his own son more. He scoffed and laid down making sure to give Kurama his back. He didn’t want to look at him, wanted nothing more to do with him.


The hint of sunshine made him groan in annoyance. Someone had forgotten to turn down the shades. Swearing he sat up in the beds to rub his eyes. His head was throbbing and he had a bad case of cotton mouth. He blinked seeing it was after seven in the morning. He hadn’t gotten much sleep. Karasu stood and stretched, he needed to down that shade before he could get some more sleep. He also had to take a major piss. His eyes flickered to the sleeping boy that hadn’t moved. Guilt slammed into his chest seeing the puffy eyes and swollen lids. He’d brought it upon himself. Karasu shrugged and went into the bathroom.


He flushed the toilet and washed his face. The cold water helped to wake and clear his mind. He might have to apologize for his behavior but Kurama had caused it by lying to him. He’d tell him today either end things with the girl or the agreement would be cancelled. He couldn’t deal with knowing that the boy was still wanting to be with another. He dried his hands on the towel and switched off the light. He’d have to untie him at least, the wrists were probably already sore. He stopped once he was at the boy’s side and undid the rope from the head board. There was an audible groan as the knot was released from around both wrists. The area had been chafed raw from his struggling. Crusted blood covered the binding.


Kurama would wake up when he removed the tape, it would pull his hair. He heaved a sigh and placed a hand on the boy’s hip. His thumb twitched as he glanced down at the dip where it met his waist. Something black could be seen peeking from under the blanket. The tattoo? He pushed the hip further over and moved the cover down. Several little vines ran across the gentle dip of the pale back. All centering around writing, he blinked and made sure that every letter was correct. Kurama had branded himself, it was his name permanently etched into the smooth skin. Why? What about Keiko?


Kurama stiffened as the hand tossed the cover back over him in disgust. He kept his eyes shut, hearing the string of curses coming from the other man. He almost jumped when a fist hit the wall before Karasu exited the bedroom. His breathing was coming in quick pants at the explosive display of temper. So, it hadn’t been the tattoo that had pissed him off last night. Now it was added onto whatever the first reason had been. He didn’t dare reach up and remove the tape and the mouth gag. As much as he wanted desperately to do so he didn’t. A loud crash came from the kitchen, glass shattered along with more swearing. The minutes ticked by as his bladder demanded that he risk getting up.


He wanted to cower hearing the sound of breaking wood against the bedroom wall. He didn’t want to know what had been thrown in anger. Finally the front door slammed shut and he breathed in a sigh of relief. He went for the tape keeping the shirt lodged in. He needed to use the bathroom and clean himself up. Then maybe clean up whatever mess had been made in the kitchen. Would Karasu come back in a better mood? Would his brother speak to him long enough to talk to him? Did he want to hear whatever it was? Yes and no, he wanted to know what he’d done to fuck things up. No because he knew he was about to be told to leave. Karasu wouldn’t want him now after that. Should he pack up his things and go?


It was after five in the evening and still no sign of his brother. He’d called the hospital and told his mother that he had a case of the flu. She’d believed him with the strange slurring thinking it was his nose being stuffed causing the stuffy speech. After washing up he managed to get dress and clean up the mess that Karasu had made. There was no hope for the large hole the size of a fist in the bedroom wall but he’d picked up the busted glass. Had taken what was left of one of the kitchen table chairs down to the dumpster. Had seeing the tattoo really caused him to become this angry? It made him doubt hanging around. He’d never seen the man have that large of a fit before.


As dangerous as it might be he waited and decided to put something on for dinner. There had been some beef steak in the freezer. He’d diced up the meat, put it with some stir fry and made rice to go with it. It wasn’t much but better than nothing. It was left to warm until Karasu returned. He shifted on the couch and wondered if he should put a shirt on. He was being lazy and strolling around in just a pair of boxers. He’d never taken to wearing much else before but you could see the tattoo clearly without a shirt on. Karasu might get upset if he came in and saw it again.


The doorbell chimed, bringing him out of his musings. Who could that be? He wondered if perhaps Karasu had been expecting company. He got up to answer it. He left the chain on but cracked the door. A short man wearing a brown suit was standing there, “yes.” Was Karasu expecting a package to be delivered? If so he hadn’t said anything but his brother was usually home this time of day. He could accept it for him, whatever it might be. He undid the chain to open the door.


“Evening, got a package here for a Minamino, Kurama. Can you sign here please?” The gentleman handed him the clipboard and pen. Kurama couldn’t remember ordering anything. Unless it was something for his father that was being send to his care. Very well that would work, he scribbled his name. The man handed him a small box a tad larger than a normal shoe box. It didn’t feel very heaver either. “Have a good day sir.” the man took his leave.


Kurama brought it inside and closed the door behind him. He made sure to lock it, a bad habit. Karasu often laughed at him to find it locked since he lived in an expensive complex that had it’s own security measures. There was no return address or information on a sender. He brought it and placed it on the coffee table. It was taped shut, with nothing special holding it closed. He peeled it open and removed both flaps. He lifted his brow seeing the stuffed teddy bear inside. It was brown in color, fluffy with a red bow tie attached to it’s neck. What got him was seeing the thick gold chain dangling around it’s neck. It was long enough it was laying along the toy’s chest. He pulled the crammed bear out and looked for a card. Beneath was a folded piece of paper. Curious who’d send the gift he unfolded the paper, “Stay, it won’t happen again.”


‘Heh, an apology.’ Kurama moved the box into the kitchen next to the trash can. .It was his brother’s way of apologizing, he didn’t expect Karasu to come out and say the words. It still didn’t answer the question as to what had angered him but perhaps when he returned home Karasu would tell him. Hoping that would be the case he took the teddy bear and unlatched the necklace from around it’s neck. It was real gold and very thick, it couldn’t have been cheap. He latched it around his own neck, letting it come to rest around his throat. It would take getting use to since he didn’t usually wear jewelry.


Would Karasu be coming home soon? He could call him but he didn’t want to be pushy. Probably best to let the man come to him. Putting the bear upon the couch he went to go check on dinner. The rice was turned off and the stir set so it wouldn’t burn. He was hungry but wouldn’t eat without Karasu. He turned on the television to pass the time. He smiled and got comfortable, he was tempted to take a nap. He hadn’t gotten much sleep and he was now feeling it. Having some of the worry dissipating, he was feeling the weariness. If Karasu was trying to make up for the situation it meant that they could work through it. He hadn’t planned on leaving but it was nice to know that his brother was worried about it. Would the occurrence never happen again? He started to doze against his will. His eyes flickered open hearing the noise of the television every so often.

Karasu let his mind roam back to a time when he’d bought his stepbrother a stuffed animal the same year their parents got married. It had been for Christmas. He could remember walking into the redhead’s bedroom for years after and that sad bear sitting on the bed. He smiled seeing the small bear being crushed in the tight hold as Kurama slept on the couch. He must have been tired because he didn’t hear him come in. The television was a little high but his brother usually woke up regardless.


The pleasant smell of dinner lingered in the air. He was pulled between the desire to wake his brother and to let the boy sleep. He could always wake him long enough so they could enjoy dinner and talk. Would Kurama accept the explanation that he’d been jealous? That he’d assumed the worst? It didn’t explain why the girl had felt the need to act like they were still together. He still wasn’t sure what to make of the mark. Why would his brother get something permanent on him? Kurama had to know what it’d take to get it removed. So why do it? He couldn’t believe that he’d done it just to please him and keep him doing his financial part. He’d been pleased enough to do it already. That mark would remain long after things ended. Or did Kurama not want things to end? Did it mean that he was hoping for more? Did he wish to remain with him? The idea had merit, Karasu knew he wanted just that.


Instead of giving into basic desires he went into the kitchen to take out the dishes for dinner. That done he was going to wake Kurama up so he could eat. He strolled back to the couch and sat down on the floor beside him. He reached out a hand to caress the slim waist. His fingers trailed back to the mark. The skin was getting dry, he’d have to apply some lotion to the area later for him. A permanent brand stating that Kurama belonged to him. The green eyes popped open in confusion. “You locked the door again.”


“Sorry,” his mouth felt dry and his tongue hurt. Kurama didn’t feel like stirring but he realized that his brother was finally home. How was he supposed to act? He wanted to reach out and touch him but kept his arms around the stuffed animal. Long slim fingers were running along the fresh tattoo. Is that one of the reasons for the earlier anger? “Does it bother you? I didn’t mean for it to.”


“No, that is not why I was upset. I should have spoke of what was on my mind instead of assuming and then taking it out on you.” He fingered the K and noticed the shiver that ran along Kurama’s spine. He wouldn’t start anything just yet, this wasn’t the time for it. He wanted to know what had caused him to get the tattoo. Had it been a spur of the moment thing or was it a sign? “Why did you get this?”


“”I wanted it. I went in just for the name but decided on the design. Can you understand me?” Kurama wasn’t sure if he could. His tongue felt thick and heavy. Karasu nodded and he continued. “I’m yours, so I saw nothing wrong with putting on a tattoo that stated as much. Also I figured if you could see it I wouldn’t have to beg as much, you could just look down and be reminded.” Perhaps also an enticement during sex but in a way he wanted to be claimed. He wanted others to know that he meant something to Karasu. To let them know who he wanted to be with.


“And just how long are you mine? Are you still going to be mine after our arrangement ends? You do realize that you are letting others know that I am more to you than just your disowned stepbrother.” His finger found the seam of boxers. Kurama was adjusting his position to rest more on his side. Violet eyes devoured the tent starting to grow underneath the cotton. “Does the idea of being mine excite you little brother?”


“Yes, I’ll be your as long as you’ll have me. I don’t care who knows, not even Father.” Kurama saw the
questioning look but he meant what he said. If what Karasu said were true and that had been the reason his brother had been cast aside then he’d join him. If his father loved his children then he should be happy for them, not condemn them. He wouldn’t give up his lover. It didn’t matter what had brought him here, he wanted this. How could he go back to being alone after experiencing the touch of his lover? The hands were now pulling the front of the boxers down. Kurama hissed in pleasure as his cock was released from the confines.


“You don’t care who knows, that’s an interesting concept. And if I were to start introducing you as my lover? Would you stand by my side?” He knew he was being a tad unfair but wanted to hear him say it. Would Kurama stay with him regardless of who found out about their relationship? His fingers touched the hardened flesh, coaxing it to attention. So much for it not being the time, he’d at least indulge in a little foreplay. A little dessert before he sat down to the dinner that his lover had prepared for him. The boxers came down and he pulled them completely off. He much preferred the redhead this way.


“Yes,” he let his top leg be lifted and placed upon the back of the couch. A hand was resting gently on his stomach keeping him from moving unless Karasu bade it. His mouth was no longer dry, he was damn near starting to slobber and drool as the long raven hair tickled his thighs. His cock was so close to the warm pit that would soon be tasting him. He wanted to reach out, to run his hands through the man’s hair. He knew what was expected of him, he waited and let Karasu do as he willed.


“I’ll hold you to that,” he lowered his mouth to catch the tip. Moisture brushed over his lower lip, the salty taste begging to be devoured. He brought a hand to cup his lover’s cock, aligning it perfectly. The other he allowed to trail little caresses along the open thigh. There wasn’t much room to maneuver but he could do what he was planning. His tongue brushed and licked the underside, giving it just as his brother liked the most. He shoved his tongue into the weeping slit causing the hips to jerk.


“Ah Karasu,” the mouth drank in his width. His cock was slowly being plunged into the wet cavern. He felt the throat surround him, Karasu took it without pause. His balls ached, the sight of his length being sucked made him eager. The hand teasing his thigh was dipping closer, closer to where he wanted to be touched. Anticipation curled in his gut seeing the mouth leave his cock long enough for Karasu to lick and spit on the middle finger. The muscles in his ass tightened knowing what was about to occur. “Please, touch me.”


His mouth went back to sucking on the bulbous head. The puckered entrance flexed when he touched it. How would their Father take the news that his beloved stepson loved to have a cock shoved deep in his tight little ass? Not just any cock but his. He’d taken care of the man’s needs. He’d be the one that would come out with more in the end. His father shouldn’t have interfered to begin with, Kurama was meant to be his. He wiggled his finger in up to the first knuckle. “Do you want it?”


“Yes,” He knew he’d get what he wanted if he waited patiently enough. Kurama was pleased as the finger went deeper. It hit his spot seconds later, sending his balls into overload. He moved, pressing his cock deeper into the willing throat. The sensations had him stuttering and ready to cum. “More,” he was rewarded with another finger. The scissoring action had him ready for more but would he be granted what he really wanted? He licked his lips seeing the large indent in the jeans. That was what he wanted, he wanted that huge cock spreading him. Only his brother’s thick flesh would do. “I want your cock, I need it.”


“Need or want? Are you willing to let me do as I please?” Karasu gave the tip a gentle kiss as Kurama agreed. “I want you on your knees, stay on the couch. Support yourself using the back, but make sure to leave enough room for me.” He got up to head into the bedroom. He’d have to make sure this lasted. Both cock rings were grabbed plus the bottle of lube, he smirked when he also grabbed the bottle of lotion.


Kurama moved the extra pillows that were on the couch. His knees were resting into the crack but he wanted to make sure Karasu could get behind him with enough room. Nervously he moved his hair to the side and wondered how rough his lover would be. If he was doing it from this angle then he was in for a hard ride. Even going slow it was hard to not feel some pain with Karasu fucking him. The sheer size of the tool was enough to stretch him beyond his endurance.


“Put it on now,” Karasu handed the cock ring over to ensure that Kurama didn’t find release anytime soon. He worked his own on while watching his brother do the same. He climbed onto the couch, setting both bottles beside him. A hand ran lovingly over the soft swell of the boy’s ass. First, he needed to sheath himself, “Hold still.” The lubrication was popped open and he applied a generous amount to cover his entire cock. “You might want to brace yourself lover,” the tip was placed to the prepared entrance. A devious grin grazed his face knowing two fingers were nowhere near enough but Kurama seemed to thrive on having that tight ass suddenly overwhelmed with manmeat.


“Owwww, ahhh,” Nails dug into the soft cushion as he was suddenly being filled. He held on not wanting to complain or have it end. “Owe, owww, okay enough please.” he reached behind himself to latch a hand onto his lover’s hip. Thankfully it ended and he was left to get adjusted to the invasion. Karasu seemed content with the break and he saw him opening a bottle of lotion. He noticed that the violet eyes were trained on his latest declaration of ownership. His muscles remained stretched and stimulated, the artistic fingers starting to rub the lotion over the slightly red area. The outline had already started to heal and scab over.


‘Mine, he’s all mine.’ His fingers were tender as they applied the lotion to the dry area. Perhaps he should go get one of his own. His lover’s name would look real nice near the base of his cock. As soon as that swelling went down he’d have to experience that new little toy in his tongue. The skin was smooth and saturated with the lotion but he moved up. The muscles along the taut back were massaged into compliance. His hands splayed across the trembling shoulders, “Like that?”


His head nodded his appreciation, he could feel all the tension melting away. Karasu was very talented with the long fingers in a lot of ways. The treatment was nice, he pushed himself back to be closer to the other male. “AHHHH,” he clenched his teeth but took the extra inch deeper into his ass. His passage tightened in response to the feeling. The trim waist moved away from him but quickly replaced itself. The friction had his mind switching back to the other need he wanted to be met. “Please brother, fuck me.”


“I’m so glad you could stop by.” Shiori gave her son a hug and waved him inside. “Your father is in the kitchen. He’s been waiting anxiously, he’s talking to Keiko.” She noticed her son had tensed which made her wonder if Keiko hadn’t left something out. She knew that they were keeping who had covered the hospital bills a secret but that was for the best. She knew that Bui still loved his only son despite the falling out. It was good to know that Karasu still loved his father even if they hadn’t talked in years.


“Keiko?” Kurama almost swore and left at the mention of her name. Him and Karasu had been doing great for the last two months. He knew that it had been the girl to put the wrong idea in his lover’s head. He’d told her that he couldn’t see her anymore. He’d used the excuse of his drastic life change and his family as to the reason. He didn’t think she could handle learning that he’d taken a male lover. Was she here just to see his father or to see him as well? He hoped that things went smooth, he didn’t want to cause any waves. Even if he didn’t say it he saw the tension whenever he went to visit their parents.


“Kurama!” Keiko smiled seeing her boyfriend coming into the room with them. She’d stayed longer hearing that he’d be stopping by. It’d been months since she’d seen him. He looked different somehow but these last few months had been hard on him, having to take care of his father. It must have been hard suddenly becoming the man of the house. “Bui was just telling me that he’s made a full recovery.” She noticed that he remained on the other side of the room. Didn’t he want to see her? Shiori had said that he’d been staying with a friend.


“Don’t just stand there boy, your girlfriend has come all this way to see you. Don’t act all shy on our account.” Bui patted the tiny shoulder, he’d always liked the girl. The news they’d been discussing made him very happy. “Keiko told me that you two put the wedding on hold because of my illness. You two really didn’t need to do that for me but that’s all in the past now. Now that I’m back on my feet and have gone back to work things can return to normal.” Shiori had told him that the hospital bills had been taken care of by his son getting a loan. He’d pay Kurama back every red cent and help pay off the loan. “As long as you two don’t want something extravagant then I see no reason why you should postpone the wedding any longer.”


“There will be no wedding,” Kurama bristled seeing Keiko smiling at his stepfather. He’d broken things off and
he could only imagine what she’d been telling the man. They hadn’t seen each other since he’d started his agreement with Karasu. What made her think that they’d suddenly pick up where they left off? “I hate to inform you that we broke up months ago. I haven’t seen her in months, so marriage is simply out of the question. I know that news might upset you and I apologize.” He knew that Karasu wanted to be the one to inform their father of their relationship but he’d do what he could to handle this situation.


“I’m well aware of that fact and so is she. Things are better now so there is no reason for you to keep trying to take care of things yourself. The girl has waited patiently for months, now you two can get back together and work things out. Maybe a wedding this soon is a little hasty, you two need time to get reacquainted.” Bui ran a hand in the brown hair to give her a reassuring pat. “With me working again you can also move back home and finish your college instead of working all the time.”


“I will not, I have no intentions of moving back home and I have not quit going to college.” Kurama saw the disappointment on both his parents’ face. He’d have to tell them something or they would forever hound him about coming home and being with Keiko. He didn’t love the girl and he didn’t think he ever did. A part of him had always wanted his stepbrother to notice him. Now he had a relationship with the man he wasn’t about to give it up. Perhaps that was why he hadn’t put up much of a fight when the offer had been made. A large part of him had wanted to leap at the chance to be something, anything if it meant being a part of Karasu’s life.


“Really, I’m glad to hear that, I was worried that you were wasting your smarts just to take care of me. Of course I won’t force you to come back home as long as you are in a good place and promise to keep going to school.” He nodded and should have realized that Kurama would always do what was needed, unlike his other son. “Good, good, it’d break my heart to see you turn out like your brother. Worthless seed that he is, never will amount to anything. There is a prime example and persuasion to push yourself. I want the best for you and you are intelligent. I won’t have you wasting your life like your brother is. And I hope you are smart enough to know when you got a good woman. If you don’t want a wedding now then at least plan it soon. I’d like to have grandchildren before I get too much older.”


“Then I suggest you and mother adopt.” Kurama clenched his fists and tried to count to ten. He was tired of getting the credit for something he wasn’t doing and hadn’t done this entire time. It had been Karasu’s talent that had made it possible for their father to get well and the man still was shunning him for no apparent reason. He could deal with the man trying to shove Keiko on him but he saw red at the first insult. Karasu was anything but worthless or stupid. And he knew what time and effort his stepbrother put into his work. Just because it was something Bui couldn’t understand didn’t make it wrong. “You were meant to find out another way but I will speak my piece now. I will not stand here and let you speak another word in regards to him. It has not been I that has been paying for your care. Mother and I have been lying to you because we knew you would not accept the surgery if you knew the truth. Take it however you want but the one that has been supporting you the entire time is YOUR son, not me. Even though you have shunned him and refused to speak to him, Karasu stood by you when you needed him. Without him, you would be dead. And I have discovered the reason you despise him so. It is not because of his career. Only someone completely ignorant would shun him for his talents. I have seen him work and put effort into what he does. As far as it being a decent career I will point out that he makes more in a month than what I could hope in a year even with my degree. He makes enough that not only did he cover your costs but he has supported mother and me. The only reason you do not want to accept him is because of his sexuality.” That got a gasp from his mother and his ex girlfriend. His father’s face fell and lost all it’s color. “Yes, I know what you two fought over and I will tell you now that it did no good. Keiko and I will never patch things up because I am living with my lover. I am happy with him and will not abandon him. That’s right, it is none other than the son you have condemned.”


“That bastard,” Bui clenched his fists at the news. No, it wasn’t possible, he’d sent Karasu away to prevent this. He wouldn’t allow Kurama to ruin his life like his own son had. It wasn’t possible, Kurama had been happy with Keiko. “What did he promise you? What did he do? Blackmail?” He saw the redhead flinch and saw red, “That’s it. He knew that it would hurt me, don’t you see that? He made you agree to the relationship and paid for my care in return. Do you think that proves that he cares? Open your fucking eyes boy. You are nothing more to him than a means to an end. Why do you think I chased him away? He has always hated you. He despises your very existence, so why would he suddenly have a change of heart? Have you stopped to ask yourself that? Have you? Let me guess he wanted to be the one to inform me of your relationship. Of course, he wants to be the one to deliver the blow. Do you really think he’ll keep you around after he’s formed a wedge between us? He doesn’t care about you, he’s using you.”


“No, that’s not true.” The words were like tiny pricks to his heart. Karasu had admitted to those very things when they’d made the deal. Things had changed, hadn’t they? His brother hadn’t come right out and admitted to any feelings but he had hope that he meant something. After all, Karasu had stopped dishing out funds weeks ago. Yet, the man hadn’t come to their father with the relationship or kicked him aside. Just last night they’d gone out together and spent the entire night together. “I don’t care if he is, I’m staying with him for as long as he’ll have me. I won’t walk away from him. I won’t leave him for you or anybody.” He clenched his fists so tight he felt the nails digging into the flesh of his palm. He braced himself seeing the large man storming towards him with a cold look in his eyes. He couldn’t change how he felt, he would take whatever Karasu gave him.


Kurama willed himself not to flinch as the fist came down. The large hand collided with the right side of his face. The pain erupted in a sudden rush of heat. He staggered back through the doorway but didn’t have time to complain or consider fighting back. His mother screamed when he was struck again, the blow hit him on the temple. He tried to catch himself from being sent back and over the couch. He was thankful for the distance as he rolled over the cushions and onto the floor. It gave a few precious seconds to catch his breath and decide to flee. His father was very pissed and not holding back. He was up on his hands and knees when Bui came up beside him screaming, “DO YOU LIKE THAT POSITION?” A booted foot took him in the stomach, he swatted at the foot as it came back towards him. He couldn’t fight even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t strike his own father. Bile rose in his throat feeling the pain in his side.


“STOP!” Shoiri threw herself over her son to stop the next blow from landing. She heard his grunt of pain but it
was better than letting him take the blow. “Don’t, please. It’s my son,” she didn’t care who he was with as long as he was happy. A tear fell down her cheek as her husband stumbled back but seemed to be getting a hold on his temper. “Please wait, don’t leave.” Her son didn’t listen but got to his feet and left her sitting there on the floor. Keiko was still standing in the kitchen in shock and she couldn’t help but sob. Her eyes turned to the man she loved but couldn’t help feel anything else accept anger. “How could you? They’re our children, if you cannot accept them then I can no longer accept you as part of my life. Unlike you I will not abandon my son. I don’t care who he’s with. I will not share the bed you have made, this time you sleep alone.”


Karasu glowered at the clock when the doorbell rang. Kurama was late, he better have a good excuse. He had promised him he’d be home before five but it was well after six. He had plans on them going out to get dinner and to see a movie. At this rate they’d have to hit the movie first and then have a late dinner. He put the brush down and went to answer the door. The door was locked so it wasn’t Kurama knocking to be let in. Karasu didn’t feel up to having guests. He opened the door to greet the unwanted guest until he saw who it was. This one was more than unwanted, “What do you want?”


“Un hi Karasu, Kurama didn’t come home did he?” Keiko almost shivered at the intense glare. This was really the person Kurama had dumped her for. Or at least the person he was with now. She frowned when the man rudely told her no. Despite her own abused pride and wounded feelings she was worried about him. Bui was a very large man and Kurama had never been that tough of a person. “Uh can I tell you something,” She reached out when he went to shut the door in her face. “Wait, it’s important. I know you don’t like me and I know why. Okay, so he’s with you now, I can’t change that but you need to look for him. We were all at the house and his father tried to pressure him about us.” She saw the look of rage cross the thin features, “Look, there isn’t an us. Your father said some really nasty things about you and an argument got started. Kurama told his father that he was with you now and Bui just flipped. I’ve never seen him angry like that before. Shiori got in the way but I’m worried about him. He’s never been that strong of a person, I left the house and they were still fighting. Wait!”


Karasu grabbed his keys and left the girl standing in his doorway. He barely took the time to shut it firmly behind himself. He’d kill that bastard if he put his hands on Kurama. With a quick glance he saw that the boy hadn’t returned here. He got in his own vehicle to start the drive on over. If the girl was right then he’d make the man pay. Would Kurama turn on him now? Would Bui let it go? Somehow he doubted it, his father wouldn’t stop until he once again took the boy away.


The drive over only took ten minutes and he left the car running as he stepped out. Kurama’s car was still in the driveway. It’d been years since he’d been here but the house hadn’t changed much. The front door was wide open but he could hear the rapid voices going at it. They were still fighting inside. The air seemed to come to a sudden halt as he walked through the threshold. His father was standing there with his fists clenched and Shiori was not far away in much the same posture. She was doing most of the talking, chastising the larger person. His father looked thinner and greyer, perhaps older than when he’d last seen him. Kurama was nowhere to be seen, “Where is he?”


“Karasu,” Shiori ran to the thin man and placed a hand on his arm. “You came, I knew you would. Despite what he told my son, you do care. Please find him, he’s hurt and upset. Leave your father to me, there is no time for you two to get into it. Kurama is the one that needs you right now. I’ll come by later to speak with you two and to make sure he’s okay. If you find him otherwise call me.” She wasn’t about to let Bui give chase despite his protests. In his state he’d only make things worse.


“Did you touch him?” Karasu ignored his stepmother for now and looked directly at the man that had sired him. He saw the guilt and the way Shiori sobbed was enough. He shrugged off the gentle touch and charged the larger man. His father reached for him but his shoulder took him in the chest knocking them both back. His father hit the wall with a hard thud, his back colliding with the plaster. It cracked under the force but Karasu didn’t relent. He slammed his fist into the mouth about to speak. Seeing the lip bust and the nose spray blood had him drawing back for another swing. Shiori was yelling for him to stop. The man wasn’t even trying to fight back, “What did you do to him? I swear if he’s not okay you’ll wish you died in surgery. I will not let you come between us.”


“He knows already,” Shiori reached for the balled up fist that looked ready to swing again. “Please, let me deal with him. Go find Kurama and let him know that you both have my support even if your father never comes around. Fighting isn’t going to help.” Shiori was relieved as he stepped back to move away. “Call me when you find him, so we know he’s alright.” She would make sure the man understood that he could no longer prevent the inevitable. The two wanted to be together, it wasn’t their decision. She didn’t care how the relationship had started out. Her son loved the man and she believed Karasu cared just as deeply.

Dark had already fallen before he decided to stop back by the apartment. He couldn’t think of anywhere else to look. Dreading it but he’d checked all the nearby hospitals and all of Kurama known friends. Even had Shiori contacted Keiko to be sure that Kurama hadn’t gone to her. Nothing led to the missing boy, then he decided to try home again. As he walked inside he noticed that someone had been inside. The television was on and the lights out. He placed the keys on the rack and walked further into the living room. He came to a stop seeing the sleeping form resting peacefully on the couch.


He had the urge to go back and finish what he started and beat that bastard’s head into the wall. A large bruise was already swelling and turning the pale cheek to a nasty green color. He could hear the steady breathing passing through cracked lips. All this from a man his lover cherished. How would Kurama deal with learning the truth? Would the boy still want to be with him knowing that it was a relationship that their father could never accept? He reached out to touch the discolored cheek. He’d been postponing telling Bui for this very reason. He knew how much Kurama had believed that the man would accept him no matter what. But he’d known the truth, this was something the man could never live with. Now, Kurama would have to make a choice. What reason had he given the boy to choose him?


“Karasu?” Kurama opened his one good eye to peer up at the frowning man. He knew, he wasn’t sure how but he’d figured something was up when he’d come home to find the house empty. Most likely his father had called to speak to Karasu. Would Karasu be upset he’d been the one to spill the beans? Would things be over now? “I’m sorry, I let it slip. You know, don’t you? I know you wanted to be the one to tell him.” Karasu had been right, it had hurt the man to learn of it.


“Does not matter and yes I was informed and have already spoken to them both. How bad are you hurt?” He scowled seeing the right eye was only partially opened. How many times had the bastard struck him? “Where else were you hit? Tell me or I will strip you down and search myself. Or I can go beat it out of the old man if that is your wish.” He would go back regardless and tear his head from his shoulders. Both females were right, Kurama didn’t have the frame or strength to deal with the abuse.


“I’m okay, face hurts and my side but I’m fine.” Kurama flinched when he automatically lifted the shirt to inspect the bruise that was already showing. “I’m fine, it’s just a bruise. What did you tell him? Is what he said true? Are you going to end things now that you’ve gotten your revenge? Do you still hate me?” He had to know, it had hurt to think that it might be true. Knowing there was a chance that Karasu would end things now that the rift had been placed.


“Don’t be stupid, it isn’t very becoming. If I were in such a hurry to get rid of you I would have told him weeks ago. I have long decided the best revenge I could possibly have where he was concerned was to accomplish the one thing he fought against. And that was to make you love me. I am satisfied with our relationship the way it is. I care not whether or not how he happens to feel about it.” Karasu pulled the shirt back down to cover the bruised area. “He knows, he’ll have to accept it or get over it. I informed him earlier that I would not tolerate him trying to come between us. You belong to me, no other.”


“I see,” and the thought helped ease some of the worry. How was his mother dealing with it? He’d ran out on her without trying to talk to her. “My mother? Did she say anything?” He needed her to understand and accept how he felt. He wouldn’t give up Karasu but it would hurt to lose his mother. Next to his brother he held her dear. “Does she condemn how I feel as well? I should have believed you, I didn’t until I saw his face. I didn’t want to believe it even as he demanded that you were only using me and that I meant nothing to you. I’m not sure what I mean to you but it didn’t matter. I refused to do as he wanted. I told him I wanted to stay with you.”


“Then it is settled. I’m going to draw you some bath water. While I do that call your mother, she wanted to know
when you got home.” Karasu wondered if Kurama would be happy with his decision. His father might try to interfere and he’d make sure it didn’t happen. His brother had chosen him when given the option. The boy had turned his back on the man he’d been willing to do anything for. It let him know just how deep things went. “I’ll order something for dinner. Come into the room when you get off of the phone.”


Kurama forced himself off of the couch and reached for the phone. His mother still wanted to talk to him and Karasu wanted things to continue. He could hear the water running as his bath was prepared. He dialed the home phone number and Shiori picked up on the second ring. “Hello mother,” he smiled as she stated how happy she was to hear from him. “I’m fine, yes Karasu is here with me. Yes, he told me. Thank you, I appreciate it. That would be great but I don’t expect him to come around. It’s not just me anymore, I love him mother. Alright, no don’t come by tonight. I’ll let him know and I’ll call you in the morning to let you know if we can make it. Love you too, good night.” The phone beeped as he hung up and took a deep breath. His side still hurt and the pain killers were starting to kick in. He needed to get some rest but first he’d go see if he could convince Karasu to join him.

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