The Garden

Yuugi quietly opened his brother’s bedroom door, peeking around the corner to see if he was awake. The moment the family returned from church Atemu had been put to bed, the icepack wrapped around his head, shades drawn, and a personal fan set on low to provide white noise. He’d been sleeping for over five hours and had shown no signs of waking any time soon.

The sun was beginning to set, and the colorful display of dusk painted the skies in pinks and oranges, softening the harsh light that had been pushing itself into Atemu’s bedroom. Yuugi had insisted that both his mother and grandfather attend the housewarming, assuring them that he would watch over Atemu and that, honestly, the house would be much quieter if only one of them was at home to keep an eye on his brother. He had spent his time since their departure reading, keeping as low a profile as possible while listening for any sign that his brother was awake. Yuugi eventually decided to look in on his twin to make sure he was OK before taking a shower. Once in his room Yuugi noted the twitching of Atemu’s fingers in his hair, a positive sign that he was stirring.

Sitting on the edge of the bed as gently as possible, Yuugi placed his hand on his brother’s head. “Hey,” he whispered, “are you feeling any better?”

“No,” Atemu said, his voice strained. “It won’t go away today.” He relaxed his grip on his hair only to attach his hand to Yuugi’s, pulling it down and pushing it into his face as hard as he could. “Are mom and grandpa home?”

Yuugi hummed softly. “I told them to go to the party so you could have some peace.” Carefully, he picked himself up from the bed and guided his leg over his twin, bringing the other one with him and laying behind Atemu, cuddling close to his back. He was surprised when his brother immediately turned over so they were face to face, burying his head into Yuugi’s neck and letting a pained whimper escape his throat. Yuugi instantly began cooing, rubbing his fingers through Atemu’s hair, down his neck and over his shoulders, trying to coax the pain into releasing its grip if only for a moment. He had only ever had one migraine in his life, but it had left a bitter impression that Yuugi would never forget. He didn’t understand how his brother was able to endure the almost daily hurt from the headaches without any medical intervention because the drugs made him sick. Yuugi was constantly searching for homeopathic alternatives for pain management, but he hadn’t come upon any miraculous discoveries that provided the amount of relief he and his brother were looking for.

“Why didn’t you go?” Atemu’s voice filtered up from his neck, and Yuugi couldn’t help but smile at the concern behind the words.

“Why do you think?” Yuugi lightly scolded, framing his hands around his brother’s face and raising it so he could place a lingering kiss to his forehead. His smile faded when his brother moaned, an aggravated, grating sound that showed his frustration with the pain he was experiencing. Yuugi felt the same pull on his heart he always did when he saw his brother beaten down in front of him with no recourse. He didn’t know what else he could do to help, and with his brother pushing into him the way he was looking for assistance he wanted to scream for a solution to come to him. It was obvious that his usual touches and whispered words were not helping this evening as Atemu continued to squirm in his discomfort. It just wasn’t fair for his dear brother to have to suffer like this! He was the kindest, gentlest man Yuugi had ever met and he held him on a pedestal that no human had a chance of reaching. Even if they weren’t twins Yuugi remained resolute that he would love Atemu above all others.

“What can I do for you my love?” Yuugi whispered between soft kisses to his brother’s face, reverting to the nickname he had used for Atemu ever since he could remember. He took the opportunity to remove the now warm icepack from his brother’s pillow and toss it onto the floor so he could later take it out to the kitchen.

“I don’t know baby,” Atemu sniffed, easily falling into the familiarity they shared when alone. “If I knew I’d tell you.”

Yuugi sighed heavily, lowering his hands to massage along either side of his brother’s spine while he racked his brain for a possible solution to the migraine. When it was this bad Atemu was incapable of thinking for himself and had to rely on the ingenuity of his family to help him work through the pain. There must be something they could try…

“You know,” Yuugi eventually said, eyes narrowing in thought. “I did read something once that mentioned some migraine sufferers found relief through orgasm.” He paused, considering what he’d said. There was very little that he and Atemu couldn’t talk about, and even less that caused embarrassment. The topic of sex was neither of these, but it was still a bit weird to be mentioning it to a man writhing in pain. “Do you… think you could…?” he suggested as delicately as possible.

There was a long moment of silence before Atemu let out a single bark of laughter. “Now baby, when was the last time you saw me masturbate?”

Yuugi frowned. It was true. Atemu had tried masturbating a few times, just as Yuugi and every other adolescent male had, and neither had ever found the act to be as wonderful as their friends claimed it to be. The uneventful experiences had turned the twins off to the idea of sex entirely for two years. That horrible expanse of time was thankfully broken when both had found nice, young female classmates who were not against the idea of fooling around to see what the big fuss was about. Neither of them had been happy to discover that they’d allowed themselves to be misled about the wonders of sex for a full two years. What a waste of time it had been.

“I could call someone,” Yuugi said, not bothering to hide the amusement in his voice at this suggestion. “Got a Little Black Book I should use?” He was pleased when the jibe produced a chuckle that reverberated against his neck. All good humor aside, though, he was desperate to help his darling brother, and cracking jokes wasn’t getting them anywhere. “I would, if you wanted, you know, if it hurts as bad as I know it does.”

Atemu listened to the sincerity in his brother’s words and was touched so deeply by them that he pushed himself flush against Yuugi in his gratitude. He pulled his head free of Yuugi’s neck and looked him in the eyes, squinting through the rush of blood and pressure in his ears that the action caused. He smiled gracefully and gave his brother an Eskimo kiss. “You are too kind, my brother,” he said quietly. “I would not ask such a thing of you. I’ll survive. I just need to whine through it is all.”

Yuugi grinned reluctantly when Atemu rubbed their noses together, an act he had used since they were toddlers to convey affection while putting an end to a conversation. The idea of giving his brother a hand job simply to distract him from a headache was not appealing to him either, despite the fact he would have done it in a heartbeat if Atemu had agreed. He hugged his brother tightly, arms wrapped around his back, keeping his body pressed against his own. Holding his brother always, always made him feel warm, wanted, important, and loved. So loved, always loved. In his soul he knew that there was nothing he could do or say that would ever cause his brother to turn away from him. It was a feeling he was certain most people were never fortunate enough to experience, and he thanked God every night in his evening prayer for allowing him to have Atemu in his life.

Relenting to his brother’s wishes, Yuugi decided to place a few more kisses to Atemu’s face before leaving him to sleep off his migraine. Cupping his cheeks he kissed his eye, his forehead, the tip of his nose, his cheek, and was leaning in to give a final kiss to his nose when Atemu inadvertently moved his head in such a way that it caused Yuugi to miss and kiss his mouth instead. Both men froze upon contact – neither quite believing that the other wasn’t instantly pulling away. Atemu’s eyes popped open, confusion pouring from their darkened irises and questioning his brother. Yuugi sent the same message of uncertainty, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to comprehend the situation. Instinctively he pursed his lips, something he always did when thinking seriously, and the action provided extra pressure and sensations in the kiss he had not intended to give his twin. His eyes narrowed at the corners when Atemu’s breath hitched with the motion and his eyes softened for the briefest moment before returning to their questioning stare. Yuugi had wanted to distract his brother. This wasn’t how he had anticipated doing it.

Opening his mouth slowly Yuugi removed his lips from his brother’s mouth, but didn’t pull himself back any further. “I – sorry,” he whispered.

The apology appeared to only confuse Atemu more. His lips parted to ask a silent question: Why? And then realizing himself he tried to cover his slip. “Y-you needn’t be. I don’t – I mean, it’s alright.” He stumbled his way through his words, not managing to convince himself, let alone his twin, that the kiss hadn’t affected him in the manner his body was telling him it had. “Don’t apologize to me. You know better,” he finished lamely.

There was something strange in the room that pressed down upon them, causing each to increase their breathing in what in any other circumstance they would have labeled as anticipation. That momentary look in his brother’s eyes… that look of release and enjoyment when he’d inadvertently advanced the kiss… Yuugi’s mind wasn’t able to think of anything else and emotions he had spent years disregarding as brotherly love jumped their way to the forefront of his thoughts to announce proudly that they had known ‘Brotherly Love’ was something they had never been. A conscious notion this was not, though Yuugi would be hard pressed to know his name at this moment. He could feel Atemu’s slightly rapid breathing against his chest, the only movement against him as his twin continued to stare. His handsome, breathtaking twin, whose skin glistened with a thin sheen of perspiration caused from the battle against the migraine that looked like glitter in the twilight rays of the sun. In a trance, Yuugi used the hands on Atemu’s cheeks to guide his head up and into the pillow, exposing an area of his neck that he could easily reach. With lips parted, his eyes slid close when he came in contact with the warm skin and his tongue emerged, sliding upwards towards his brother’s chin and tasting the mixture of salt and bitterness. Atemu’s entire body shuddered at the soft and sensual motion; his migraine having not dissipated but certainly no longer the focus of his attention.

Yuugi had enjoyed that. Much more than he should have. He shouldn’t have done it in the first place, shouldn’t have had the inclination to touch his brother in such an overtly sexual manner. And he positively should not have felt the desire to do it again, and there was no excuse in Hell for him pulling Atemu’s head down and kissing his lips purposefully. The resulting sigh from Atemu shot straight through to his core, and he felt a sting in his penis that jolted his awareness of his brother into another realm altogether. Placing one hand on Atemu’s shoulder he rolled his twin onto his back, positioning himself so he was laying over his chest and one leg was pinning his hips in place. A grateful moan encouraged him not to think but to react, and react he did as the virgin kisses grew into their less innocent cousins, opening and pulling on the other mouth that pulled and opened in return. Atemu’s hands tangled into Yuugi’s downy hair, scrapping his nails lightly over his scalp and sending shivering tingles down his spine and through his limbs. Rapidly, the innocent kiss that was not intended divided and conquered the rational from the animalistic drive to partake in the most pleasurable of physical action.

Almost immediately Yuugi hated Atemu’s shirt, even after shoving his hands under its hem and flattening his palms on his brother’s chest, pressing into his ribcage and over his stomach and stretching out his sides in his desire to feel him completely. Atemu’s body arched into his touches recklessly, his mind forgoing all in the attempt to produce good, sparkling touches that drove the migraine to the furthest reaches of his awareness. The pain served to heighten his sensitivity and he was able to acutely feel the whorls in Yuugi’s fingertips, the light scrape of his short nails as fingers curled and uncurled along the edges of his muscles, the harsh and ragged sounds of his brother’s distracted attempts at breathing around the endless kisses that never left his mouth exposed to the cool air in the room. He could smell his brother; Atemu knew that smell as well as he knew his own, pumpkin spice and musk mingling together and burning in his nose and wafting over his tongue in such a manner that the familiarity of it electrified his muscles into fully relaxing. Desperate for something this pleasant to continue his hands reached for Yuugi’s shirt and pulled roughly at the material, dragging it up to his shoulders where Yuugi took over and ripped the article of clothing over his head faster than he ever had or would do again.

Yuugi groaned as Atemu leaned up into him, reaching for the leg on his hip and positioning it securely around his waist, using his other arm to hook around his brother’s hips and seat him firmly in his lap. The movement left enough space for Yuugi to reach down and pull Atemu’s offending shirt off his body, tearing it slightly in his haste. Now his brother’s chest was his for the taking and Yuugi wasted no time in shoving Atemu back into the bed and attaching his mouth to the first area of skin he came in contact with. Instantly employing the use of his tongue Yuugi lapped at his twin’s collarbone, swishing his head from side to side in his need to taste everything at once. His hair flopped into Atemu’s face and under his chin, giving that light tickling sensation that doesn’t quite delight but instead enhances the skin’s ability to notice and respond to all sensations. A small struggle ensued as Yuugi’s determination to lick and kiss his brother’s chest met with Atemu’s desire to palm his hands from his twin’s shoulders down over his nipples, ribs and stomach. Both achieved momentary victories before being thwarted, each bucking their hips into the other’s groin in an attempt to gain the advantage. It was one of the few times that a stalemate was as rewarding as an all-out victory.

His erection steadily growing Yuugi lost his patience and grabbed the hands on his lower abdomen and twisted them above Atemu’s head, holding them prisoner on the pillow to allow his mouth all the time to linger and tantalize to its heart’s content. Atemu’s continuous shifting beneath him merely added to his arousal, and Yuugi responded to the harsh pants by slowing his movements, dragging the tip of his tongue confidently up the center of his brother’s chest from his abdomen and rolling his head to the side. He kissed around the edge of the aureole before him, knowing that the sensation of him being that close to the nipple itself but instead dividing his mouth between ordinary skin and sexual skin would drive Atemu crazy with frustrated pleasure. Nineteen years of living attached to the hip, sleeping together, showering together, sharing everything from food to clothes to dreams to realities provided Yuugi with all the knowledge he required to bring his magnificent brother to the edge of ecstasy and beyond. He didn’t even have to think about what to do next; instinct and newly awakened lust were very comfortable in the driver’s seat.

Atemu released a keening note from deep in the back of his throat, barely audible but loud enough to echo in Yuugi’s ears. His body was coiling tighter than a constrictor around its prey with the tension from the migraine and the rush of emotion his younger brother was inflicting upon him. His hands fisted on the pillow, nails going unnoticed as they bit into the skin of his palms. He could have easily broken away if he’d wanted to, but the thought never occurred to him. Yuugi’s body rocking and smoothing itself against his own was better than any drug, than any iron chains at keeping him in place so his brother could continue his unbelievingly sensual actions. Atemu had never denied his brother anything that was within his power to provide. There was absolutely no intention of breaking that habit now. He could feel the head of Yuugi’s arousal rubbing against the juncture between his leg and his hip, and it was enough to make him growl in frustration. His brother could be the cruelest bastard at times. Also the smartest bastard, for Atemu was certain Yuugi had sensed that the tables were about to turn when he finally placed that mouth of his over the erect nipple and exhaled, his breath scorching hot with its sudden appearance. Yuugi pressed his tongue on the underside of the nipple and flicked it almost reluctantly against the nub of flesh.

Yuugi was quite satisfied with himself for thwarting his brother’s intention to take control. He was happier to feel that, rather than jerking off the bed or bucking wildly when Yuugi caressed the erotic tissue, Atemu merely released the most soul-cleansing sigh he had ever heard and relaxed into the mattress, his muscles melting from the momentary release of pressure as his body prepared to build its reserves for the sexual climax. There was something increasingly sensual about Atemu’s controlled pleasure, and Yuugi found he couldn’t complain when his brother bent his knee and pressed it into his backside, effectively rubbing their erections together and further adding fuel to the fire that burned fiercely between them. His penis twitched at the thought that it was Atemu who was lying submissively beneath him and making those delicious little sounds that encouraged Yuugi to continue his ministrations for as long as he wanted. Sweat was beading on both their skin despite the efforts of the fan in the room, and Yuugi discovered quite enjoyably that he could not get enough air into his lungs to curb the lightheadedness floating in his head. Being this aroused this fast… it was something only his brother would have been able to achieve in him.

Releasing his grip so his twin could lower his arms before his shoulders fell asleep Yuugi redoubled his efforts to feel Atemu’s entire torso all at once, scrapping his nails along the ticklish underside of his ribs while suckling on the previously untouched nipple, rocking his hips forward without the aid of Atemu’s knee, caught in a state of bliss that left him incoherent and completely uncaring of that fact. The weight of hands on his shoulders made him whimper in protest but he needn’t have worried, the fingers trailing down and holding comfortably onto his triceps. Yuugi stole a peek at his brother’s face and he smiled through the open-mouth kiss he was giving Atemu’s side, happy to see his eyes peacefully closed with only a trace of the arousal his shivering body was experiencing on his features.

A grunt caught his attention, and Yuugi pulled himself up to place his lips against his brother’s ear, barely resisting the urge to run his tongue along the shell. “You alright?” Atemu made a strange noise that he couldn’t decipher, and he had a feeling this had something to do with the migraine that he had forgotten about the moment he’d tasted his brother’s skin. “Is it helping?”

Atemu began chuckling, an obviously uncontrollable response as he covered his face with his hand and tried to stop smiling. “Certainly has my mind on other things.”

Yuugi grinned and licked Atemu’s ear before blowing cold air against it to create shivers. “So what now? Continue?” He took his bother’s earlobe between his lips and pulled gently.

Atemu hissed, his bent leg spasming enough to lift his hips off the mattress and into Yuugi, pushing his humming brother forward and further into him, rubbing more together than chests and shoulders. It wasn’t an intentional act and it distracted Atemu for several moments before he was able to answer. “My dear little brother,” he ground out through gritted teeth, “you are far too good at what you do.”

Yuugi mumbled a “Thank you” in-between kissing his twin’s ear and neck.

“Maybe too good.” Atemu groaned deep in his chest, the fullness of his erection made bluntly aware to him with that last act of rocking against his brother. Now it hurt too to go along with the pain in his head, and surprisingly to him sex was the last thing on his mind. He just wanted to feel better, but he didn’t want to push his darling little brother away when he was trying so hard to make that happen.

Yuugi paused in the midst of a lick, drawing his tongue back into his mouth. The whole event felt like it had happened too fast to his brother as well, did it? When not clouded by lust his mind was screaming at him to think about what he was doing while his heart sat back in a corner and applauded. “We need to stop?” he asked quietly.

Atemu shook his head, eyes clenched tightly. “I think I’m past that point,” he whispered quickly, trying his hardest not to move or cause any further friction between his legs. “You better go, take-” he hissed again when Yuugi pulled himself off of him and settled at his side, “-take care of yourself.”

Yuugi frowned thoughtfully at his brother. “You know what?” He placed a hand on Atemu’s chest and drew it slothfully down its middle until it came to a rest on the button of his brother’s pants. “You really need to learn how to be selfish once in a while.”

Atemu huffed, obediently laying his head fully on his pillow and bringing his hands to rest on top of each other on his chest, adjusting himself into a comfortable position by spreading his legs as Yuugi unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. He knew that tone. It was pointless to argue against it.

Yuugi decided against teasing his brother through his underwear, instead pushing gently beneath the elastic band and smoothly wrapping his fingers around Atemu’s penis and freeing it from its confines. Eyes unseeing, he focused his attention on bringing his brother to orgasm. With soft but firm pressure he produced a steady rhythm, pumping his hand along Atemu’s length, squeezing a little more at the base of the shaft than he did at the head. Though still aroused himself, much of the romantic mood had faded away, and Yuugi couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Something he had never consciously considered to be something he wanted was now pushing at his body like something he craved and desired beyond all else. His hand moved on autopilot as his brain began to analyze the actions he had initiated and the ones his brother had encouraged. They had always been close emotionally, leaning on each other far more often than they had leaned on their parents or their grandfather. As he thought about it, he supposed they’d always been rather physical as well, hugging, punching, pushing, slapping, hanging and wrestling far more than he’d ever seen any other pair of brothers do. There was a niggling in the back of his mind that they had done something very wrong. He thought he knew what it was but he really didn’t want to think about it. Especially with the moist pants that were filling his ears and the lengthening erection in his hand.

Atemu bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from being vocal, having an extremely difficult time doing so with that hand of his brother’s working on him. His hands clasped each other on his chest and he turned his head, hiding a silent gasp in Yuugi’s hair. There were a few moans that escaped, though not nearly as many that wanted to, and he resigned himself to the all-consuming burn and stinging awareness of sexual gratification.

Yuugi’s own interest in release resurfaced with the potent “nnnns” that kept passing from behind Atemu’s closed lips, his whines kicking into Yuugi’s primitive brain the knowledge that he was the cause of those sounds and that grinding himself into Atemu’s side was a good-very-good idea. He had a sudden need for more, and the gentle stroking became a purposeful pulling for more of those sounds as Atemu’s hips lightly bucked into his hand. One of his legs, in a mad dash for disobedience, snaked its way over and between Atemu’s, caressing the lower limbs to both men’s delight and providing him better leverage to grind. Soon the bucking became spasmodic, Yuugi’s hand tightened its grip, and Atemu finally experienced the orgasm he and his brother had labored for. Yuugi kept his hand moving for the duration of the orgasm, stopping only when Atemu’s penis lost its stiffness and hung limply in his hand and the bucking ceased. Reluctantly, and with a final grind of his hips and loving stroke of Atemu’s penis, Yuugi removed his hand from between his brother’s legs and sat up on the bed. Atemu rolled over on his side to fill Yuugi’s vacated spot, not having the energy or desire to do anything other than go to sleep. Yuugi leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, receiving a tired “Thank you” for his efforts. Climbing off the bed, Yuugi found his shirt that had been tossed onto the bedside desk and brought it over to Atemu, cleaning off as much of the ejaculation as he could without disturbing his brother. It wasn’t a perfect job, but it would make the time when Atemu would wake be a more pleasant one that would require less attention to cleaning up an uncomfortable mess.

Exiting the room, Yuugi tossed his shirt directly into the washing machine and started the miniscule load before rushing into the bathroom and turning on the shower. Now that he’d made sure that his brother was alright, he was going to take Atemu’s advice and see to his own needs. Stripping his pants he hopped into the basin and closed the sliding glass doors, trapping the steam from the hot water he now had falling from the showerhead. He let the searing water trickle over his skin then abruptly leaned his back against the freezing tile, leaving his body exposed to the shower’s spray only from the waist down. Spreading his legs further than shoulder width apart he reached down and cupped himself with both hands, moaning loudly into the safety of the shower as he pushed and squeezed his sensitive testicles, rolling them lightly between his fingers. That was enough to reenergize what he’d been feeling before the detour and without further hesitation Yuugi traced one finger along the underside of his penis until it reached the scrotum on the underside of its head. Pinching softly, Yuugi focused to massage the head of his penis in the exact right rhythm and interspersed jerking motions, keeping his hips glued to the tiles while his other hand continued to cradle and caress his balls. The added sensation of the hot water droplets from the shower spotting his penis with extra pinpricks of heat was enough to push him over the edge into his own orgasm not five minutes after entering the shower. This orgasm had been stronger than most of them were and his energy left him, pulling itself in streams down his body until it pooled at his feet and was washed down the drain. Peace settled into him and he sank to the floor of the basin, only absently noting that his penis was still partly erected and was growing more aroused with the steam that circled around it. With weary, lidded eyes Yuugi smiled and reached for his penis, this time slowing his actions and replaying the near sexual encounter he had just missed with Atemu, instead this time adding in other fantasies of positions and who was dominant and for how long and who would be the one to crack with the nerve-severing need for the other. It was a fantasy he had never played before, but oh, how long did it last and how good did it feel when he orgasmed completely for the second time that night.

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to be continued…