|Takeuchi Sora (wolves_gale) wrote in clockwork_rp,|
@ 2008-07-08 13:13:00
Brother time [Complete ]
Who: Nike (endlessvoid) & Sora (wolves_gale)
What: Sora tells Nike what happened with him and Kaito
Where: Sora's room
Warnings: Language, talks about sex (gay & insinuated incest)
Nike: The whole business had made him curious, really, but he figured it would be resolved soon enough. He'd done his best to console Kilik, or at least give him a pick-me-up today, for whatever reason. Time to visit the big brother~ And true to his word, the man actually TRIED to come in a timely manner. The brunet went ahead and opened Sora's door, shutting it behind him before approaching the gimp, "Big bro?" he queried, standing back, feet apart on the ground. Relaxed.
Sora: Sora was just lying down, staring at the ceiling and trying to think. Even then he didn't know how to tell him this. With a sigh, Sora sat up, looking over at his brother a blank moment before grinning, "Yo, come on and sit down. I haven't seen ya for a spell." Yes, try to start out nice and smooth.
Nike: It was funny. Nike was in America for years but once they got back together, it seemed like they were inseparable, no time had passed at all. "What's up?" he hummed, sliding over to lay beside him on the bed, in pretty much the same position the other had been in before. "....Hey, if that Tanbata thing works out, you want to move up t'my room?" he queried, smiling a little.
Sora: "Work out? What did you even wish for?" He laughed lightly. He did wonder exactly what that meant. The offer would have made him a lot happier.. If he wasn't positive he was about to piss his brother for in just a few moments. For now he was fine with staring down at the other and waiting, pushing that moment even farther away.
Nike: "S'not what I wished for," he shrugged. "Meant what you wished for. Then ya wouldn't have ta pretend y'can't walk." The man grinned up at him, hands behind his head. Frankly, the impending moment could wait. He really just wanted to spend time with his brother. "It'd be a lot easier than comin' down or up 20 stories."
Sora: "Ha, I c'n see y'point." He grinned more, reaching down to touch his pants and feel the hard metallic legs under it. "It ain't like I'm in a hurry for it. You know I c'n stand t' keep my legs this way." He snorted shortly and smiled a little, "Kilik is tryin' ta cut a deal with someone to get them back I think. He's all insistent ta 'fix' what he did or somethin' "
Nike: "Or repeat it," the man shrugged, closing his eyes. He could care less for what Sora looked like. The beef was just concerned for his happiness :c It didn't matter to him so long as they got what they wanted. He sat up, shifting closer to Sora, leaning against his side with his back. Better. u_u
Sora: He watched him quietly. It was nice this way, but even Sora had something resembling a conscience when dealing with his brother. "I fucked Kaito." It wasn't said to fast, but it wasn't said so slow and calm either. A knot formed in his stomach. There was the possibility of going on but the words.. They stayed reserved for now.
Nike: The man settled, and then, hearing that, sat up, shifting to stand up. "....I see." He took a look at the other twin, frowned, and turned away. Unreadable for a second, the wheels spun in his head. It didn't mean anything, right? Like with Rika, but still. He said there wasn't ANYTHING between them and... gah. The big man had no more words for now. u_u
Nike: The Silence both comforted and bothered Sora. Slowly his brow rose, watching him before he started grinning again, looking another way. "It was weird, man. He looked at my legs and then was coming onto me. I guess Akira pissed him off right before I got there and he decided to be the fucking idiot he always if." Any type of amusement left his voice as it went on. “That ain't the way I wanted it to go. Ah, that mermaid bitch. Then he throws it around to the flamers yet still tryin' ta be secretive. He wanted it... acting like he didn't" Now he just sounded irritated.
Nike: "...Ya kinda had t'have an active part in it, y'know," he said, still not willing to look back at that mirrored face. It wasn't like he really minded that the Croc wanted Sora to fuck him. He knew that. It was just that Sora had followed through with it. The man could see it now... and he didn't want to. "Whatever, Sora, it's your decision. Go fuck th' one who started everything," he gave a wave of his hand, a brushing-away gesture, "like he never ratted to Kilik after all."
Sora: Now he looked back at Nike, glaring softly. "Sora, don't you start that shit." He was always so emotional. With a groan, he moved off the bed to walk around. "Sora, don’t you even throw that shit at me like I'm trying to hook up with him or something. You want to know what his fucking mind was on the entire time. "Akira doesn't love me anymore. I'll have Sora screw me so I know I really do love only Akira". He thinks as pathetically obvious as a fucking woman. You wanna know why I went through with it? Because I want him to remember that re-fucking-volting feeling of someone else touching and having him. I wanted him to HATE himself for that fucking shit. And now YOU think I'd let that damned faggot use me for his purposes? What the hell do you take me for?!"
Nike: Like Sora wasn't :| ...Okay, maybe he wasn't as emotional as Nike was sometimes. SOMETIMES. "Fuck, Sora," he said, not really knowing what to feel at the moment. Sure, he supposed it worked, but even so D: "Was 't worth it?" he asked, looking at him with sort of a lost stare. The man shrugged, "How'm I supposed to feel, bro? Th' sky ain't supposed t' offer shelter in a storm, 's supposed t'be th' one bringin' it." He looked away again. "Yer free t'do as ya like. I ain't got th'right t' tell you what to do. G'night, Sora," said the beef, deciding to go ahead and leave. He may not cool down, but it would at least give him time to think about it u_u
Sora: "Sora..... Sora!" At first he was a little lost on what to say. Nike was the only person he couldn't talk his way out of things with. The gimp brought a hand to his head, gripping his hair as he tried to think faster, harder, something had to stop this or make it better! But he decided not to say anything else regardless of everything that was rolled in his tongue to tell him.
Nike: He paused, but only for a moment, turning back to him. "What." The man eyed him with those brown eyes, visible for once, without that fox-like grin, just a neutral expression. He really wanted to know what Sora could say at this point. Door halfway open, he lingered there, one hand on the jamb, the other on the door, holding it loosely.
Sora: The smaller man's moved to his bangs, covering his eyes a little as he thought. He serious was in thought, trying, groping for something… anything. He couldn't stop him from leaving and he wasn't going to try and act that clingy. After a moment, his hand fell, his eyes coming up to look at him. "The only time I ever felt something… anything from it, was our time." There, that was all he could find. Apologies, promises, schemes, none of it seemed to come up to par with what he needed to say to him. Afterward, he just waved a hand to tell him he could go. It was stupid. What he said was fucking stupid and sentimental. That was it. Time would just have to be the answer here. After the wave he retreated back to his bed to lie down once more.
Nike : Nike pursed his lips and gave a grim little dip of his head, before turning and shutting the door behind him. It was something, Sora supposed, something. It didn't make everything all better, but the other's statement was at least honest, for however sappy and dumb it was. That was fine and good, he supposed, and Sora was Sora, but Kaitou was... Kaitou. He'd dry up that sea. The sun and the moon were both under his control. Fucking low tide coming. Would he let Sora know of this? No. But he would get Kaitou back, even if Sora reasoned that he was trying to mentally break the other. No one touched his brother and got away with it.