The Bond That Lies Between Us
Title: The Bond That Lies Between Us Author: Shirahime Pairing: Shori/Yuuri Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 1,563 Summary: Sequel to In Need. Yuuri comes to a decision about recent developments.
“It’s a relief to have that thing off,” Yuuri remarked at the dinner table while flexing the fingers of his right hand. He’d gone earlier in the afternoon to the doctor’s office where, to his great relief, they’d removed the cast from his arm.
“Now I don’t have to hear you complain about it,” Shori remarked as he sat next to him.
“Now, now you two,” their mother said as she set dessert in front of her two boys and her husband. “Don’t argue at the table. And the two of you seemed to be getting closer before.”
Their mother’s words caused Shori to drop his head, his lips in a thin line. Yuuri watched him out of the corner of his eye as he dug into the dessert, topped with a creamy frosting. Their parents were apparently oblivious to the tension that now hovered over the dinner table. Ever since what had occurred a few weeks ago, the relationship between he and his brother seemed strained. Most times, Shori acted as though nothing had happened between them, but there were times like now where when reminded, he behaved in an embarrassed fashion. Yuuri sighed. How should Shori act, exactly? It was something that shouldn’t have even happened. So why did Yuuri feel annoyed at his brother’s behavior? Had he wanted a repeat of what Shori had done to him? Yuuri continued to eat in silence. It was probably for the best.
Feeling a pair of eyes on him, Yuuri turned to look up at his brother, who was gazing at him, a strange expression on his face. He looked as though he was considering something.
“What?” Yuuri asked, his fork hovering above his saucer.
His eyes widened slightly as Shori’s hand moved toward his face, a thumb rubbing across his lower lip. “You’re always so messy when you eat, Yuuri,” his brother said, his eyes glittering with a familiar emotion, his voice low. “It’s almost like you’re still a child sometimes.”
Shori pulled away, clearing his throat before frowning and eating his dessert more neatly than his younger brother had. Yuuri stared at him a moment, swallowing before looking away. He tried not to flush at the heat that started to build in his gut.
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Lying on his back in bed, Shori stared up at the ceiling, trying to push aberrant thoughts from his mind. He’d been trying to put what had occurred that day behind the two of them. But so many times when he looked at Yuuri now, there was an aura of hurt to his expression, hurt that Shori had been the cause of. He raised his hands to his face. He was a failure as a brother. And what was that at dinner earlier? Shori took a deep breath, exhaling it. He’d seen the boy with cream on his lower lip and the corner of his mouth, and he’d been taken back to the recent fantasies he’d had where under different circumstances, Yuuri had looked up at him, innocent dark eyes wide with his lips similarly stained, but not by frosting.
With the visions from sensual dreams assaulting him, Shori bit his lip, trying to resist temptation as an erection began to swell in his pants. Failing in this, the young man let a hand wander down his body, sliding past his belly to stroke the growing bulge beneath. He moaned softly, imagining that it was the tentative exploring touch of his younger brother. Skin taking on a faint flush, Shori let his other hand join the first, unfastening his pants to allow freedom to the erection pushing against its confines.
Down the hallway in his own room, the subject of Shori’s fantasies lay on his own bed. Frowning, Yuuri turned over onto his side, trying to force the images from his mind that were awakened by Shori’s lingering touch at dinner. His face flushed, remembering all the times in the past few weeks that he’d pleasured himself to the memory of their tryst with his good hand, pretending that it was Shori beside his bed, stroking him. Yuuri had even gone so far as to crack the bathroom door for the past few weeks as he bathed, hoping that Shori would be tempted to take a look inside, push the door wide and then… what, exactly? For Shori to touch him as before, or go even farther?
Yuuri moved to sit up in bed. They had to put to rest whatever it was that lay between them now. The previous relationship the two of them had was now one of unease and insecurity. He rose from the bed to pad out of the door and down the hallway. Shori’s door was closed as always, light from the room beyond shining from under the space at the bottom of the door. The young man was either gaming or studying, most likely. Yuuri took a deep breath, his hand on the knob. He didn’t know what he’d say to his brother once he’d entered the room, but figured he’d better get on with it before he lost his nerve.
Pushing the door open quickly and stepping inside, Yuuri blurted out, “Shori, we really need to talk,” before trailing off as he gazed over at his brother on the bed, eyes wide with surprise and mouth slightly agape. Yuuri tried to keep his eyes trained on his brother’s face and not on the sizeable erection that he had been stroking in one hand, fingers now frozen in the act of being caught.
After the moment of surprise, Shori sat up quickly, snatching the pillow from above him to place over his lap. “Don’t you know how to knock?” Shori asked, his voice elevated more out of shock and embarrassment than out of anger.
Yuuri regarded his flustered brother. “Sorry, I just… I just wanted to talk.”
Shori bit his lip, his erection throbbing at the subject of his fantasies moments ago walking into the room suddenly. “About what?” he asked in response, knowing full well the only thing that the boy could possibly be referring to. He frowned, angry at himself. He’d taken advantage of the brother that he had sworn he’d protect. Yu-chan knew this as well, but had been kind enough to him to pretend to forget – but had something changed?
In the time that Shori had been berating himself, Yuuri had approached the bed. Shori looked up to find Yuuri looming over him, an unreadable expression on his face. “It wasn’t right…” the boy began.
Shori smiled sadly, turning away. He felt the burn of moisture that threatened to collect in his eyes. He deserved any of the harsh or painful words that the boy had for him. He was a failure as a brother.
“… that I didn’t do something for you also,” Yuuri finished.
Shori blinked up at his brother’s blushing face, not sure if he’d heard the boy correctly. When, after standing there a moment, Yuuri reached down to snatch the pillow out of his lap to toss it carelessly to the floor, he realized that the words had been as he’d thought. Shori’s eyes widened as Yuuri knelt before him.
“When someone does something nice for you, you’re supposed to do the same in kind,” Yuuri said, taking a trembling hand to place it onto his brother’s thigh. He didn’t meet his eyes. “I should have done this then but I wasn’t sure if I should.” After a moment, his hand, more sure this time, slid upwards to stroke clothed skin before moving to surround the erection that seemed to beckon him.
Shori made a choked sound as he gazed down at Yuuri, whose head was bowed. He stared at his younger brother in disbelief and anticipation as a dark fantasy of his was in the process of being realized. A tentative touch of Yuuri’s tongue made him gasp, bracing his hands against the younger teen’s shoulders. Encouraged, Yuuri worked in earnest, sucking the crown of Shori’s member before sheathing it in the heat of his mouth.
Clinging to Yuuri’s shoulders, Shori groaned, his head lolling back onto his shoulders. He was glad that he was seated on the bed, since his legs now felt like gelatin, too weak to support his frame had he been standing. Even this seemed to be too much for him, as he collapsed against the bed, shifting a hand to thread through Yuuri’s hair as the teen’s head bobbed slowly in his lap. Shori’s moans caused a now aroused Yuuri to moan in turn, making his brother hiss at the vibrations. All too soon, Shori was pushed over the edge, surprising Yuuri who was met with warm liquid that made him cough. Embarrased, Shori sat up, grasping a handkerchief while sputtering an apology.
Despite the circumstances, Yuuri found himself smiling up at his flustered brother who wiped his face clean. “It’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting it,” he reassured Shori.
“I should be more in control of myself,” Shori continued, more than a little ashamed that seeing his essence paint his younger brother’s face had aroused him.
“Well, if you want to make it up to me…” Yuuri began, grinning sheepishly as he trailed off, unfastening his jeans.
As Yuuri stood, Shori was surprised to find that he was more than willing to oblige him.