The Garden

A/N: This site is so inconsistent with its formatting! As a result, whenever you a word as *thus* it is suppossed to be in italics, to be emphasized. Other than that, enjoy!

Yuugi clasped his hands above his head and stretched, feeling the vertebrae in his back extend and his muscles pull themselves out of their stiffness. Ridding himself of his tension, looking like a dog shaking off excess water from its coat, Yuugi sighed and sat on the edge of his bed to put on his socks.

It was a beautiful Monday morning. The blueness of the sky was already apparent behind the morning clouds, and rays of sun were peaking out in preparation for the day, highlighting random flowers along the way. Yuugi had experienced one of the best night’s of sleep in his life, his body relaxing fully and sinking into the mattress, the sheets and blankets nestling around him like cuddling kittens while his brain obligingly shut down and slept. He had woken with a smile on his lips but no memory as to how it got there. And that smile had yet to leave him, even though he’d been awake for half an hour, just laying in bed and hazily watching the ceiling as he replayed the feel of his brother’s lips and tongue playing around in his mouth. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to feel him again, and it was this motivation that finally caused the young man to drag himself from bed and get dressed. He caught himself humming but didn’t care. He was just too cheerful to care much about anything.

Padding his way to the kitchen, stopping briefly to check his brother’s room to see if Atemu was still asleep, Yuugi leaned against the doorframe that separated the room from the living room and grinned at his twin. The kitchen was an odd L-shape that was awkward as all else, cutting off the refrigerator and other appliances from view if one was looking at the dining table. This was where Atemu was sitting, wrapped in his thickest bathrobe and crunching noisily on a piece of toast with apple jam.

Yuugi was relieved to see the stress lines gone from his twin’s face, his body much more relaxed and flowing than the night before. His eyes were still a little dull, but they were sharper and more like the man who existed between the migraines. An evil smirk plastered itself on his face, the delicious image before him redirecting his appetite from the cereal he had been planning on having for breakfast. Not quite sauntering to the table, Yuugi leaned across its length so most of his weight was supported on his stomach and he was nearly nose to nose with his twin. Propping his chin in his hand, he used his other hand to poke his brother’s nose, beaming toothily at him when he finally got his attention.

“Hey Até,” he whispered, lowering his voice an octave so it would reach a certain part of his sibling’s brain. “Feeling better?”

Atemu kept his head lowered but looked up at Yuugi from beneath his bangs, the hint of a smile on his lips. “Much.” He took a bite of his toast and loudly crunched, purposefully making Yuugi wait for him to elaborate. “A little hung over, but better.”

“Good.” Yuugi leaned forward and took the remaining toast from his brother’s hand with his mouth, nipping the tip of his finger as he did so and keeping his eyes on Atemu’s, letting the playfulness shine through. He noticed a flash in those cinnamon eyes but was disappointed when no good humor was returned. He was about to worry when Atemu shifted his eyes quickly to the side.

Oh.

Yuugi pulled himself off the table and took a seat, noticing for the first time that his mother and grandfather were busying themselves at the stove and refrigerator. He’d been so focused on teasing his brother he hadn’t heard the banging of the cabinets or the scrapping of a spatula in a skillet when he’d walked into the room. He swallowed thickly at the thought of nearly giving away more than he’d wanted to out of carelessness.

“Good morning mom, grandpa,” he called over the din. “How was the party last night?” He froze the pleasant expression on his face when he felt a foot running pleasingly up the back of his calf, but failed to hide the gasp of pain when Atemu pushed his leg aside and stomped on his foot, his brotherly way of telling Yuugi to move aside so he could get by him. Growling, Yuugi rubbed his sore appendage and glared. “Jerk.”

Atemu shrugged as he stole a piece of egg from his mother’s skillet before grabbing a glass from the cupboard. “You were in my way.” He laughed lightly when their mother scolded for his behavior, feeling no remorse for his sibling’s plight. “Aw, he’ll live mom. So how was last night?”

“They’re a lovely couple,” Gina said, tossing some shredded cheese into her skillet. “Emi and Nobu just moved here from Okinawa; Nobu was transferred. He’s a computer scientist. Isn’t that exciting?!”

“Digital contraptions are more trouble than they’re worth,” Sugoroku mumbled into the refrigerator, moving aside so Atemu could reach the orange juice. He smirked when his eldest grandson commented that smart, electrical devices were made for the young to enjoy so he should stop frustrating himself by trying to understand them. “You’re in a good mood today.”

“Always am after a headache is gone,” Atemu replied, filling his glass with orange juice while standing in Sugoroku’s way before replacing the carton and walking back to the dining table, setting the glass down in front of Yuugi. “Who else was there?”

“Most everyone from church, plus a couple of Gina’s relatives who live here. You know,” Gina began covertly, turning the fire off on the stove. “She has an adorable niece who’s only a couple years younger than you two.”

Yuugi laughed until he realized his mother was talking to him. “Mom!” he gushed, thoroughly embarrassed by the suggestive grin his brother was giving him. “Geeze,” he groaned, hiding his face in his hands. Before he even got to have his orange juice, too…

“It wouldn’t hurt you to meet her, Yuugi,” Sugoroku said, leaning against the counter. “When I was your age I had my eye one quite a few - ”

“That’s enough of that dad,” Gina interrupted. “We don’t want to instill any bad impressions on the boys.”

Sugoroku chuckled, used to the interruption about his past promiscuity before he had found God. “Anyway, it’s about time you start thinking of meeting some nice girls. You two graduated high school three weeks ago already and all you’ve done is hang around the house.”

“Taking a break is no sin,” Yuugi said, having recovered from his humiliation. “I still haven’t decided if I want to go to college or not. That’ll influence the type of job I go after.” He turned to his brother and offered the rest of his orange juice, which was accepted. “Have you decided yet Atemu?” His twin shrugged.

“I shouldn’t think so,” Atemu said. “I’m not interested in leaving the city and there are no colleges here.” He looked off into the distance, thinking lightly. “I think I’d be happy working at the children’s museum. I know the curator; I think I can get in without the degree.”

Yuugi’s happiness faltered a moment before he caught himself so it wouldn’t visibly show. Though they had talked about it off and on throughout their senior year in high school, Atemu had never really come right out and said that he didn’t want to leave Domino. Yuugi was curious about the world outside his hometown, and his home country for that matter, but he’d rarely seen that spark of enthusiasm in his twin. It was a bit disheartening, especially with the newly awakened feelings from the evening before. He and his brother really needed to talk.

Half-heartedly he listened to his family converse about who had been at the housewarming party, not paying enough attention to know what was being said, but enough so that when his brother’s face palled and he looked appalled, he was there to offer his own patronizing grin.

“Anzu was asking about you,” Sugoroku said, pulling out a chair at the table and leaning towards Atemu.

“How is she?” Atemu obediently asked. He didn’t dislike the woman, not by a long shot, but his grandfather had the ridiculous notion that she and Atemu would make a perfect couple and that his grandson should have begun courting her months before now. “Was she accepted to the dance school in America?”

Sugoroku shrugged, not interested in such matters, and instead cast a mischievous eye to Yuugi, who was positively glowing in his eagerness to torment. “I don’t know. Maybe you should call her and ask? Or ask her out to lunch. You haven’t seen her since graduation.”

Atemu leaned back in his chair and sighed, rolling his eyes. “It’s hard to see someone who’s visiting relatives in Tokyo, grandpa.”

“It’s a good idea though,” Gina chimed in, setting her plate and herself at the table between Yuugi and her father. “Oh!” She turned to Yuugi. “You could invite Emi’s niece! A double date!”

Both siblings looked at their mother with astonished, mortified expressions.

“I think Yuugi and I are quite old enough to handle our own dating lives,” Atemu finally said. Yuugi nodded enthusiastically.

As suddenly as the teasing had begun the matter was dropped, and Gina and Sugoroku proceeded to eat their breakfast as though the subject of dating had never been raised. It drove Yuugi mad how they did that.

“So what are you guys doing today?” he asked. He felt anxious, wanting to get his brother behind closed doors so he could both ravish and lash out at him for his earlier stomping on his foot.

“Your mother and I are going shopping,” Sugoroku said. “It’s my brother’s birthday next week and we’ve put off getting him a gift long enough. What are the two of you going to be up to?”

“I’ll probably stay home today,” Atemu answered, not bothering to look at Yuugi. “I need to stay quiet after yesterday or the headache’ll come back.” He shuddered at the thought, the pain all too fresh in his memory.

Yuugi remained silent until a frown pulled at his mouth. “Actually, I think I will too. I can’t get into my closet.”

“Is the door broken again?” Gina asked.

Yuugi blinked at his mother dumbly. “No. There’s so much stuff in there I-Can’t-Get-In.”

Even Atemu gave his brother an odd look at this announcement.

“O.K. then.” Gina gathered her dishes and placed them in the sink while Sugoroku got up and headed towards his room. “You two be good and don’t commit any sins!” It was the standard departing statement that Gina always gave her sons when leaving them home alone.

It was meant to be a joke, and Yuugi chuckled until he saw the saddened look on his twin’s face. Though he tried to get his attention, Atemu wouldn’t look him in the eye the rest of the morning until the two were alone in the house. Yuugi, hating the silent treatment, finally grabbed his brother’s wrist and pulled him into his own room, locking the door behind them.

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“What’s wrong?” Yuugi asked after having closed his door.

Atemu walked over and looked out the lone window in his brother’s room, just to the side of the bed, crossing his arms loosely around his stomach and hanging his head. His migraine was threatening to come back on him, the pain pulsating dully in the background of his senses. An intense conversation wasn’t something he wanted to have right now, even though he knew he and Yuugi needed to clear the air. His eyes lowered to the stuffed zebra sitting perkily on the windowsill, the one he had given Yuugi for his fourth birthday; faded and beat-up with time and use and somehow it managed to look better to him than it had the day he’d seen it on the store shelf and demanded its purchase.

Reaching over and cuddling the stuffed animal gently, Atemu played with one of its ears distractedly. “Oh Yuugi,” he sighed heavily, a sound that would have been erotic if the situation had been different, “what did we do last night?”

Yuugi chewed on his lower lip thoughtfully. He walked over to his bed and sat on its edge, his eyes falling to the floor with his forearms draped over his knees. “Did mom’s words get to you?”

Atemu lowered himself so he was sitting on the windowsill, still not looking at his brother. “No,” he said softly. “No, I’ve been thinking about this since I woke up.” He folded his leg beneath him. He didn’t know how to voice the sudden feelings swirling in his heart without hurting his brother. The overwhelming confusion over his reaction to Yuugi’s forwardness left him feeling misplaced and vulnerable.

Yuugi shook his head, a similar uncertainty drowning him, though for different reasons. Without really thinking about his words he opened his mouth and let them flow. They’d know what he wanted to say better than him anyway. “I didn’t plan it. If that’s what you think.” The resulting silence made him continue so he wouldn’t have to listen to the impending rejection that hung in the air. “I mean, I love you, of course, but I… don’t think that’s all.”

Atemu turned his eyes towards Yuugi but didn’t otherwise move. “It was an accident?” The words belied the question he really wanted to ask: Tell me it was an accident, please?!

Yuugi clenched his eyes shut. “Please don’t hate me,” he blurted out. “I couldn’t stand it if you hated me. I couldn’t.” His voice shook with such thick emotion he could barely force himself to be audible. “I didn’t mean to kiss you the first time.”

Silence. Why wouldn’t Atemu say anything?!

Fear getting the better of him Yuugi raised his head to look his brother in the eye, grateful that he was able to see that beautiful russet gaze. “But you liked it!” he said desperately. “Didn’t you?! I wouldn’t have done anything if I’d thought you didn’t!”

Atemu’s lips pulled back in a grimace, though his eyes showed the turmoil within his soul. “Oh Yuugi,” he repeated his initial statement. His eyes shut tightly and his body shivered in barely restrained revulsion. “Do you know *what we have done*?”

“I love you!”

The words came out unbidden and Yuugi would have said a thousand Hail Mary’s if it would have taken them back. They were wholly inappropriate words, an uncultured, unrefined admission of love at one of the worst moments it could be revealed. He recoiled off the bed at the force of them, tripping over the corner of his mattress and nearly falling onto his back. Atemu, for his part, started to get up from the windowsill when he noticed that his brother was about to fall, but halted in mid-step when his help was hastily waved off.

Atemu didn’t know what to think. He had forced himself out of denial of the previous night’s activities earlier that morning, though the effort had brought about another migraine that had taken two hours for him to subdue. His mother had always pushed him harder in regards to his training in the church. Even though he was only seventeen minutes older than Yuugi he was viewed as the elder sibling, and all connotations of that title fell heavily onto his shoulders. Atemu knew that not only had he and his twin committed the sin of homosexuality, but to add incest on top of it…! If only he could convince himself that it would be a one time occurrence; if only he could maintain the lie that his brother only loved him as a sibling, and that he only felt the pride, protective urges, and jealous streak of a beloved older sibling looking out for the wellbeing of the younger. There were so many If-Onlys, but only one true, glaring fact, and it was that fact that was going to damn him to Hell.

He did not regret a single moment or emotion he shared with his brother.

Yuugi was near hyperventilating, his mind traveling down a similar path as his brother’s. All his religious training, that niggling in the back of his mind that had desperately tried to get his attention last night and all this morning, roared toward him like an avalanche with freezing intensity. The panic within him numbed suddenly, and the drastic change into stillness was almost worst than the terror he had nearly experienced. He raised a hand to his face, covering his eyes and forehead, slowly pulling his hand down until his fingers rested on his lips. Once again, his actions of kissing, tasting, and manually stimulating his twin to orgasm played themselves behind his eyes, only now, in his detached state, he was able to watch the events with more clarity.

He’d been the one to initiate the entire thing, hadn’t he? Yuugi’s finger slipped into his mouth and he sucked on it distractedly, remembering that he had no sexual intentions when he’d entered his brother’s room. He’d merely wanted to make sure he was alright; offer what comfort he could so Atemu wouldn’t be in pain and the two of them could continue their playful relationship. He couldn’t remember if his urges had changed when they’d accidentally kissed – that moment was hidden by the simple fact that they had kissed – so it must have been when he’d seen that look in Atemu’s eyes that had changed his opinion of the encounter. Yuugi knew his brother. Behind the shock had been immense delight and joy. So how long had he been denying himself? As long as Yuugi had buried his feelings? Longer?

Yuugi removed his finger from his mouth and, after looking at it in surprise, whipped it on his pants. There was a reason he didn’t pay attention in church. Though he believed in most of the teachings, there was one that had always bothered him, and that was the firm belief that homosexuality was unnatural and an offense against God. Nowhere in the Bible did it explicitly say that sexual relationships between men were a sin, but that was how the church had chosen to interpret the scripture. Yuugi found it difficult to believe that his benevolent Lord would chose to discriminate against people who emulated His love with each other. He knew how his family felt on the issue simply by the fact that no one would engage him in a conversation about it, knowing he was going to play the devil’s advocate – no pun intended – and not wanting to hear it. That was fine by him. He didn’t enjoy talking to thick-minded people as a rule.

But incest? This was all new territory. But even with this added layer Yuugi was unable to shock himself into realizing that the feelings he had towards his brother were unnatural and unacceptable. If anything, he felt more blessed that the person he was in love with was his beloved brother, meaning he knew him even more intimately and could spend every waking moment with him without suspicion.

Atemu had been quiet for too long and it was worrying Yuugi. Glancing at his brother, tilting his head at the handsome image of his contemplating twin before him, Yuugi made his way over to the window. “Atemu?” he asked quietly. His brother shifted against the window but didn’t look at him, instead lowering his head to the zebra still wrapped in his arms. “Please my love,” he begged, the words taking on a new, partisan meaning, “say something.”

Atemu eventually sighed, gingerly setting down the stuffed animal and standing. He kept his eyes lowered as he moved in front of Yuugi and started walking forward, forcing his sibling to step backwards to avoid being bumped into. The action wasn’t threatening, and Yuugi didn’t even blink when his back came in contact with the wall and he was effectively trapped by his brother’s body. Atemu was in serious thought, the lines at his eyes and across his forehead saying as much, and Yuugi was content to wait to see what he would finally say.

Atemu raised his arm and pressed his forearm flush against the wall just to the side of Yuugi’s head, his free arm bending so his elbow was pressed against the plaster by Yuugi’s ear so his hand could support his head. He simply stood like that, eyes closed, arms framing his twin’s head, weight shifted so it was supported mostly by his left leg. Yuugi thoroughly enjoyed the closeness but kept his emotions in check. Getting carried away with the moment like a twig caught in an undercurrent was how he and Atemu got into this situation in the first place.

Finally he opened his eyes, and Atemu turned his investigative gaze to his brother’s patient one. “What do you want?” he asked softly, the anguish momentarily gone from his voice.

It was an easy question for Yuugi to answer. “You.”

Atemu narrowed his eyes. “How?”

Caught off-guard Yuugi hesitated, stumbling over his words a little. “I um… that isn’t obvious?” His mouth twisted in understanding when his brother shook his head. “Well, I love you,” he crossed his arms over his chest, “of course. I love how you talk to me, not around or at me. I love how you don’t let me get away with insulting you without retaliating. I-” He closed his own eyes, pushing the back of his head into the wall and raising his nose in the air. “I like the way you smell, that cologne you use. I like how you touch me. It’s always so warm and soft.”

Yuugi was surprised at himself that he wasn’t the least bit nervous about confessing these secrets to his brother. He continued to list what he loved: Atemu’s heartbeat, his inability to understand the allure of soap operas, the way his hair curled around his high cheekbones and over his shoulders, the burgundy highlights that flickered in his eyes when the sunlight hit them in the early morning or late in the evening, every little habit and nuance that made Atemu the wonderful man that was standing in front of him, pinning him against the wall.

Atemu listened intently, but he still wasn’t hearing the answer he was looking for. “Yuugi?” he interrupted. Once he had his brother’s attention he repeated his question, making sure there was no possibility of misinterpreting what he wanted to know. “Baby, *how* do you want me?”

Yuugi’s mouth opened and closed, once, searching Atemu’s eyes for the answer. He smiled gently and uncrossed his arms. “I want all of you, Até. Heart,” he placed his right hand on his brother’s chest, “mind,” placing his left hand over Atemu’s ear, “*body*," pressing himself flush against that luscious piece of maleness, “and whatever part of your soul that isn’t already taken.”

Atemu watched him coolly, accepting the forward advances, his eyes flitting to the side as he thought about his brother’s words. No one could invoke so many sighs from him as his sibling; he thought when another sigh passed through his nose. “Do you have any idea what the consequences could be?”

“No,” Yuugi said. “And neither do you. This isn’t exactly something they taught us in Sunday school.” The attempt to lighten the mood went unanswered, as did Yuugi’s trailing of his fingertips down Atemu’s chest and teasingly over his lower abdomen. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Atemu?”

Atemu returned his gaze to his brother and readjusted his weight evenly between both feet, arranging his arms so his palms where flat on the wall on either side of Yuugi’s face. He shook his head slowly to indicate that there was nothing wrong; there was going to be no further argument from him.

“You’re acting weird,” Yuugi offered. He couldn’t help himself. Atemu was never this serious and aloof with him.

“No,” Atemu disagreed, “I’m not. This is how I am.” He leaned forward with his stern gaze until his lips hovered just touching his twin’s mouth. “You’ve just never seen me.”

Yuugi’s mouth fell open in an ‘O’ before relaxing into an interested, mischievous grin, shifting his weight himself as he felt his promising erection press against the restriction of his pants. “And here I thought I knew you inside and out.”

Atemu’s lips twitched in a smirk. Lowering his head he placed a chaste kiss to Yuugi’s Adam’s apple before proceeding straight downwards, employing the use of Yuugi’s shirt to aid in slowing the fire he was going to take his time in stoking. “I think you will learn,” he said, punctuating his words with kisses to his twin’s chest, “that there is much about me that you don’t know.”

“Mmm,” Yuugi said, licking his lips invitingly. “I can hardly wait.” Yuugi grinned as his brother stood, wrapping his arms around Atemu’s neck and raising a leg to wrap around his waist. “What’re you going to teach me first?”

Atemu firmly gripped the back of Yuugi’s thigh and pulled his brother tightly against him, a grin finally splitting his face as he threw caution to the wind and embraced the tight prickles of sexual arousal that spurred to life in his groin. He placed a very light, very unsatisfying kiss against his sibling’s lips and chuckled, the husky sound exciting Yuugi’s imagination.

“Lesson One. Your brother does *not* enjoy being taken advantage of.” He whispered the words, quickly and thickly, gripping Yuugi’s hair in his fist and holding his head still, kissing him firmly with his closed mouth before his twin had a chance to protest. Pulling back he licked the tip of Yuugi’s nose with the tip of his tongue, humming triumphantly as Yuugi thrust his hips forward. His brother’s eyes never left his, the view erotic and encompassing as that sapphire embrace promised him every pleasure in the world.

“Lesson two?” Yuugi asked breathlessly. Damn but that goofy grin was never going to leave his face was it? Not when Atemu was so confidently sexy and pushing and rocking into his hips like that.

“Lesson two.” He didn’t get a chance to voice the message, Yuugi parting his lips and demonstrating to him the art of kissing softly; barely-there touches with lips and tongue that tingled like limbs newly wakening to the sensation of touch, tasting the hint of tangy oranges and sweet apples as flavor passed between the two open mouths. A quick and emotion-filled note of satisfaction was drawn from his mouth by his twin’s lips, and when Yuugi ended the kiss and brought both hands up to play with the hairs at the base of his neck Atemu suddenly discovered that lesson two was actually lesson four and that lesson six was rapidly promoted to fill the space.

“Lesson two,” Atemu breathed with what little breath was left in his lungs. He noted the flush on Yuugi’s face and groaned, the sound imitating that of a predator’s growl as his eyes narrowed and he guided the leg around his waist back to the floor. He placed his hands on his sibling’s hips, holding him firmly, signaling that he was the dominant partner in this moment before beginning to unbutton Yuugi’s pants. “I am no subordinate.”

Yuugi sighed exquisitely, tossing his head back as his brother dropped to his knees, having freed Yuugi from the confines of his trousers. His skin was burning in anticipation, prickling with every subsequent breeze that was caused by either his or his brother’s movements. His breathing was quickening, and he found that with each intake of breath he could feel Atemu’s hands on his skin that much more vividly until he exhaled and lost the affect, immediately gulping in another breath to erase the awful sensation of loss. If only he could inhale for eternity, give his body a chance to never miss the full extent of those caressing fingers and the rounded smoothness of palms while they flattened just below his navel, on the juncture between leg and hip, down the intimate skin of his inner thighs… life would be so much fuller of sensation if he could just drown in oxygen every time his brother was near him.

His mind clouding over in sexual desire, Yuugi was still able to manage a coherent sentence. “I know you’re not. But-” he let out a restrained gasp when Atemu began to massage the base of his penis with only two of those clever fingers of his. “It can feel so good if you let it.”

“Hmm,” Atemu considered, his eyes transfixed on the head of Yuugi’s erection as his fingers maintained the squeezing and pulling of the least sensitive area of the penis. He nipped the tip of the arousal, his mouth suddenly feeling very moist when Yuugi moaned into his hand with the sensation. “So I see.” And he did. It was perfectly clear. Atemu couldn’t wait to see what his brother was like when in control. It was going to be pure bliss.

Panting himself at the affect his brother had on him, that look of complete trust and adoration aside from the desire and the need shutting down his rational thought and once again allowing his primal sex drive to take the reins. An article he’d read – after locking himself in his bedroom and closing the blinds and blasting his radio so there’d be no possible way anyone would come in and find out what he was reading – suddenly popped to the forefront of his mind. It had been a short, interesting little piece on the most pleasurable way to orally stimulate a penis. Though not consciously aware of himself, Atemu began to go through the routine that had so flustered him the first time he’d read it that he hadn’t left his bedroom for half an hour after visualizing the act.

Curling both hands on the back of Yuugi’s thighs, just below his bottom, not to hold him still but to support his own weight, Atemu wet his lips and took the head of Yuugi’s penis into his mouth. The slickness of his lips made it feel like he couldn’t maintain the hold on the erection, and so he added the minimal amount of suction to keep the feeling that the arousal would slip out of his mouth at any moment while simultaneously ensuring that could not happen. He felt Yuugi stiffen instantly at the feeling, obviously a good one at the sound his twin made, beginning low in his belly and working its way up his throat and over his tongue and out his mouth. Encouraged by the sound Atemu initiated the next step: slowly flicking the tip of his tongue up and down against the erection in his mouth.

If Yuugi ever swore out loud a string of curses would have issued from his lips the moment he felt his brother’s tongue on his penis. It felt *that* good and it was so *hot* within Atemu’s mouth but not so hot as to be uncomfortable; only hot enough to stimulate his erection to stiffen further, the blood rushing into the organ being pulled from his legs and causing them to shiver in longing. His arms bent with the growing tension, flinging his hands to the wall by his head as he gave himself over to his brother’s ministrations, the saliva that had built in his twin’s mouth making it feel like not only his tongue but the purest silk and the softest velvet was constantly being pulled and rubbed against the most sensitive skin on his penis, but in such a slow and controlled motion that the usual wild need to thrust into that mouth was able to be kept at bay. Oh Lord, he was in Heaven, in pure and absolute Heaven and every prayer of gratitude that he knew was whispered over and over in his mind as only unintelligible noise could make it past his parted lips. Every caress burned and itched and was sated within moments that were so close together and yet so far apart that all sense of time and purpose was lost to the increasingly painful hardening of his penis and the tightening grip on his legs while Atemu’s excitement grew with the impending climax.

Atemu made an odd sound, a mix between a moan and a hum that sent reverberations shooting from the tip of Yuugi’s arousal to its base, spreading through the immediate area and causing muscles to tense and clench and dance in their stimulation that was so so so so *so* much better than anything he had ever been able to do to himself that tears gathered behind his eyes as the strength of the sensations became too much to inwardly contain. His hands fell to his brother’s forearms and he griped them tightly as he raised himself onto his toes and hissed as the action pushed his penis further into that mouth and harder into that tongue and it was all he could do not to climax at that exact moment.

Atemu wasn’t fairing any better than his brother, though his erection wasn’t nearly as strong as he would’ve enjoyed it to be. But he was certainly enjoying himself, feeling the hardening arousal in his mouth and the squirming that was beginning to wrack his sweet twin’s body as he grew nearer and nearer to his climax. Not wanting to torture Yuugi he increased the pace of his flicking tongue, leaning back just enough to make it feel like Yuugi’s penis would slip from his mouth, grinning around his actions at the protesting and demanding whimper that was replaced by a sigh of such deep and full gratification that Atemu nearly forgot what he was doing in favor of deep-throating his brother. Fighting temptation he plunged on, lips massaging and tongue working together, occasionally breathing measured, cooling breaths through his nose along the hot shaft of his twin’s penis, snorting heated breaths when Yuugi grew accustomed to the sensations and his penis’s arousal slowed to stimulate it to remember what was being done to it. Pants and quiet cries and rushed prayers and before either of them had realized that a full eleven minutes had passed since Atemu took Yuugi into his mouth Yuugi felt all sensations numb for a blistering moment before exploding outwards in a mixture of pain and pleasure that actually made him cry.

Atemu was surprised by the amount of semen that entered his mouth, the contracting spurts seeming to last a lifetime. He almost choked but was able to relax his throat enough to accommodate the volume of ejaculate, guiding it down his throat with his tongue. When the spasming stopped and the penis started to become lax in his mouth Atemu allowed himself to part his lips and push his head forward, using the hands on Yuugi’s thighs to pull his brother’s hips forward and enabling him to encase his penis fully within his mouth. He held the position for just a moment, pushing the organ against his palette with his tongue, and then lifting his head as he guided Yuugi back against the wall, his penis finally freed from Atemu’s mouth. Yuugi’s breath caught in his throat; as sexual and forward an act as that was it had felt more comforting than anything, soft and purposeful with an intent that couldn’t be put into words.

Sighing as deeply as his lungs would allow, Yuugi basked in the afterglow of his orgasm until his brother had carefully buttoned his pants and stood, wrapping his arms around his elder sibling’s neck and feeling arms wrap around his chest in return, a face nuzzling and burying itself into his hair. He felt *tremendously good* in a way he couldn’t describe, physically and emotionally complete and in no way tired. Why did they always show people falling asleep after sex on TV? After experiencing something that incredible how could anyone possibly sleep?!

Breathing in the aroma of his brother’s sexual gratification, and ignoring the tightening that was still evident in his own pants, Atemu loosened his arms from Yuugi’s chest and began massaging his body: back, arms, neck, legs, and ass. It was an action that let him notice something.

“You feel as loose as a cooked noodle,” Atemu chuckled into his brother’s hair.

“Mmm-yeah,” Yuugi mumbled. “So relaxed. You’re *good*.”

Atemu grinned wide and toothily out of his brother’s sight. “No regrets?”

“Mm-mm. Not at all.”

“So then,” Atemu said, drawing back and resting his forehead against Yuugi’s. “This is it, eh?”

“On no,” Yuugi said, shaking his head and securing his hold around his brother’s neck. “This is just the beginning.”

“We’d better make it a habit to lock our doors, then.”

Yuugi laughed outright at his brother’s practical comment. Was it any wonder he loved him so much?

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to be continued…