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Michikatsu was minding his own business as he tied his hair together after taking a shower, he noticed that it was the first time he had ever woken up earlier than Yoriichi. Michikatsu wasn’t sure whether he should be proud or not, he wasn’t in the mood of thinking about Yoriichi. Not after that dream, or maybe…he just doesn’t care.
Michikatsu made his way through the room and heard the sound of people conversing from the kitchen, ah, Yoriichi and Genjitsu must have woken up. What could those two be talking about during breakfast, Michikatsu raised an eyebrow as he heard the word ‘Aniue’ from the other room. Are those two talking about him…or…Michikatsu leaned his head against the wall to listen. It better not be what he thinks it is-
“Aniue?” Michikatsu froze when he heard Yoriichi’s voice, feeling his heart sink- wait-
“Did you just call me Aniue?” Michikatsu’s eyes widened as he heard Genjitsu speak, wait what? No…
“Huh?” Yoriichi’s voice spoke, Michkatsu couldn’t tell what emotion it showed. But now Michikatsu felt his heart sinking.
“You just called me Aniue!” He heard the little brat laugh, almost as if they were cheering for victory.
“I…” Michikatsu heard Yoriichi’s voice trailing off, but Michikatsu ignored it as he stared at the ground. Yoriichi did not .
“Can you call me that again?!” The stupid little brat requested again, and Michikatsu felt pissed as his hands formed into fists.
“ Yoriichi…you better not. ” Michikatsu stared at the ground almost shaking, wishing this wasn’t true.
“Aniue.” Michikatsu hears Yoriichi’s voice and he officially gets pissed off as he hears the brat suddenly screaming ‘Yipeee’ in happiness, as if they were cheering victory. He can’t handle this.
Michikatsu immediately storms out of the room and slams his fist against the wall, creating a harsh dent in the bamboo wall, no fucking way . Michikatsu stares at the ground pissed and he soon realizes he is crying as he watches tears falling to the ground.
What the hell.
Michikatsu lets out a choked sob as he stares at his fist, which was bruised from the hard punch he threw at the wall. He scowled quietly as he left the room, he felt angry. He felt sad. Just god why did Yoriichi have to say that? Is he playing with him? Was this some sick game? And Yoriichi and the brat call it ‘pretend’.
Michikatsu grunts quietly as he goes and throws himself on the futon, faceplanting his face in the pillow and rolling over to stare at the ceiling. How could Yoriichi do this to him? Michikatsu felt betrayed, what the hell is wrong with that little brat?! That brat just wants to rub it all over him, trying to say he was the better Aniue. That brat isn’t Yoriichi’s Aniue.
He was Yoriichi’s Aniue! No one else! This wasn’t fair- What did that brat do to make Yoriichi love him?! Does Yoriichi not love Michikatsu anymore, why does it hurt so much?! Michikatsu lets out a hoarse cry of anger as he throws a pillow at the wall.
Preposterous. Stupid. It’s all that brat’s fault, if Yoriichi never took in that child Michikatsu would have gladly lived freely without problems except Yoriichi but now that brat has crossed the damn line! Michikatsu wanted to strangle the child and choke it till it couldn’t breathe! Then fucking drop it on the road where it’ll remain homeless!
Michikatsu just exhales as he grasps the bedsheets tightly, why Yoriichi! Why! Michikatsu felt more tears streaming down his face, “ You got me crying like a baby. ” Michikatsu thought as he touched the wet tears on his face, when was the last time he ever cried? Michikatsu was sure it was when he was a kid, gosh. Now Michikatsu is acting like a child.
This wasn’t fair! Michikatsu found himself throwing a tantrum as he threw another pillow at the wall, unbelievable! How could Yoriichi call some random kid his Aniue? Michikatsu was his Aniue! And Yoriichi was his Otouto. Michikatsu’s Otouto! Not no one else, Michikatsu felt like bawling forever.
How could this happen, Michikatsu hates this. What if Yoriichi doesn’t love him anymore? What if Yoriichi ends up actually leaving?! Michikatsu scowled as he buried his face in the futon. Why does he even care!
Ridiculous! Michikatsu scowls as he smacks his head against the bamboo floor, this has gone too far. He is not letting Yoriichi get away with this! How dare Yoriichi do this to him! That brat and Yoriichi had crossed the lines far too many times, Michikatsu found himself marching his way back to the kitchen, only to find that Yoriichi and Genjitsu were gone.
They left the house…Michikatsu scowled in annoyance, fine then! He’ll wait! Once Yoriichi gets home he’s going to make Yoriichi pay for what he has done! Michikatsu growls in annoyance as he crisscross apple sauces on the floor and crosses his arms. He’ll fucking wait.
Five hours later.
Where the hell is Yoriichi? Michikatsu finds himself kicking the wall in annoyance, how long can someone be gone for!? It’s that stupid brat’s doing, taking all of Yoriichi’s time!
Three hours later.
It is evening, where the fuck is Yoriichi? It’s almost midnight! Michikatsu scowls as he paces back and forth around the whole house, tensing up a bit as if he saw Yoriichi but it was only his damn hair that made Michikatsu think of him.
Three more hours later.
Holy shit it’s probably 1:00 AM, where the hell is Yoriichi? Had Yoriichi left him? Michikatsu found himself panicking quietly, and suddenly more tears were falling once again. Shit, he better not have some panic attack, he’s already had a mental breakdown he doesn’t need more!
It’s just like that horrid nightmare! Where the fuck was Yoriichi?! “Yoriichi, Yoriichi, Yoriichi.” Michikatsu found himself repeating his little brother’s name countless times as he paced through the wall.
Yoriichi didn’t leave him, did he?! No! Michkatsu found himself panicking more as he walked around the house at a quick pace, is there any sign of Yoriichi?! No!
“Yoriichi Yoriichi Yoriichi!” Michikatsu exhaled, how long does it take for a man to get back home?! Holy shit what the hell is Yoriichi doing?! Killing demons! Overworking his missions!
“Yoriichiii!” Michiaktsu gasped, “Where the fuck did you go?!” Michikatsu found himself crazier than usual. Or was he always crazy?! Whatever! Yoriichi was NOT home and that’s bad! What if Yoriichi had truly left him?! Oh no!
Michikatsu can’t imagine living without Yoriichi now, holy shit. Yoriichi. Yoriichi . “Where the fuck are youuu” Michikatsu never felt so deprived of Yoriichi’s presence. Was he touched-starved? No way, was he just- urgh! What if Yoriichi doesn’t come home?!
2 hours later
Michikatsu felt like crying again when another two hours passed by, “ Yoriichi !” Michikatsu found himself sobbing out quietly as he collapsed on the floor of the kitchen, rolling around to lay on his back. Never had he felt so miserable.
“Oh, where did you go Yoriichi!” Michikatsu grunted in sadness as he used his sleeve to wipe his tears away. This was infuriating and annoying, and it hurt! How can someone by gone for so long?! What is the stupid idiot doing? Michikatsu once again pulled himself together off the floor and leaned against the wall. He felt so miserable.
Did Yoriichi leave him? Michikatsu hated it now, he hated this. Michikatsu grumbled quietly as he took a look at his surroundings and paused when he saw a pale magenta bag on the table. What the hell is that? Michikatsu furrowed his brows as he walked over to it and stared at it.
Was it that little brat’s bag? Michikatsu bit his lip in fury, it was all that stupid kid’s fault! Whatever the hell did that kid did- it stole his fucking Yoriichi. His little brother. His Otouto . Michikatsu just wanted Yoriichi back at this point, Michikatsu found himself holding the bag.
And then curiosity slipped over when he felt an object in it, Michikatsu raised his eyebrows as he slowly pulled on he little string that opened the bag. His eyes widened, a flute?
Wait a minute, Michikatsu quickly took the flute out of the bag and stared at it. Suddenly Michikatsu felt like crying more, this flute-
“Yoriichi, you damn bastard.” Michikatsu cried out as he found himself collapsing on his knees and hugging himself as he held the flute. Yoriichi had that stupid piece of junk still this whole time-
“Just why, just why.” Michikatsu sniffled as he smacked his back against the wall. What does this mean? Why was Yoriichi not coming home- Does- Does that mean Yoriichi left him and left the flute to him to show that he doesn’t love Michikatsu anymore?-
Michikatsu found himself panicking more, did this whole time- How much did Yoriichi love him? How much did Michikatsu love Yoriichi- He’s been crying like a baby this whole time- raging- agonizing- mourning over Yoriichi’s abscence. Michikatsu slapped himself, gosh, he’s such a horrible big brother, that stupid brat was right all along. He was a horrible Aniue.
Michikatsu found himself hugging his knees as he held on the flute tightly, “Yoriichi.” He grumbled quietly as he smacked his head against the wall again, had Yoriichi left and disowned him? No…Yoriichi couldn’t leave him like this- No… every time Michikatsu attempted to hint or push Yoriichi away, Yoriichi would always seem too calm-natured and just react to it ridiculously kindly. As if he was forgiving Michikatsu, never being bothered by Michikatsu’s doing.
Maybe Michikatsu had gone too far, maybe he made Yoriichi actually hate him. It hurts…Michikatsu just wanted Yoriichi to love him again. This hurt so much, why did this happen? Michikatsu thought he wanted Yoriichi to react back- to hate back- but now he doesn’t! He just wants his little brother back- his Otouto back.
Michikatsu just groaned in annoyance and sadness as he pressed his back against the wall tightly, holding the flute tightly as well. “Just come back home. How could you.” Michikatsu grumbled. If Yoriichi doesn’t come back home the next day, Michikatsu will lose it and literally hunt his little brother down. Michikatsu needed Yoriichi, so badly.
Gosh, Michikatsu slapped himself on the forehead again, “ Yoriichi .” How dare Yoriichi finally act like he doesn’t need Michikatsu anymore- How could Yoriichi leave him and get a new Aniue like nothing! And it’s a child , out of all sorts- No no no- Michikatsu will prove to Yoriichi he’s Yorichi’s Aniue- And he’ll prove that Yoriichi was no one else but his Otouto!
A wave of determination and rage filled Michikatsu, he’ll show Yoriichi- he’ll show Yoriichi who’s Otouto he was- If Yoriichi does not come home tonight or the next day, Michikatsu will cause havoc and fucking chase down Yoriichi. Find him. Grab him. Show him . And never let go of his Yoriichi ever again.
Michikatsu scowled quietly as he placed the small wooden flute back into its back, Michikatsu still couldn’t believe it- Yoriichi had kept it after all these years. Michikatsu noticed that his face felt weird, right, because he’d been crying like a ridiculous baby. The tears had dried up on his skin. Damn Yoriichi- He’s the reason he’s gotten so emotional. Michikatsu swore- if Yoriichi doesn’t come back home the next hour he will cry again.
One hour passed.
Michikatsu glared at the old clock that he destroyed a few minutes ago, this was ridiculous. Michikatsu felt so impatient after waiting for almost more than ten fucking hours- He couldn’t even sleep without Yoriichi now- This was annoying. Yoriichi. Yoriichi. Yoriichi. “Where the fuck are you.” Michikatsu was frustrated, how could Yoriichi disown him like this? This was stupid, horrendous, horrific, preposterous, absolutely ridiculous, the insults continued in Michikatsu’s mind.
Michikatsu found himself kicking the wall, almost knocking the picture frame off the wall. He swears if Yoriichi doesn’t come back home. He was going to lose his mind-
Michikatsu froze when he heard the door open, the idiot was finally home? Michikatsu swiftly but silently walked out of the kitchen as he hurried his way to the front door. He almost let out of a gasp of relief and happiness when he saw Yoriichi’s long wavy hair from behind. Yoriichi truly hasn’t left him- Thank the gods- Michikatsu’s brows then furrow as he watches Yoriichi walk through the house and look at something in the wall. And he better make sure Yoriichi doesn’t.
Michikatsu slowly and silently walks towards Yoriichi from behind as his face darkens, Yoriichi will pay for doing this to him . Yoriichi seems to notice Michikatsu’s presence as he sees Michikatsu’s shadow in front of him, “Aniu-” Before Yoriichi could even say a word Michikatsu aggressively slammed Yoriichi against the wall and flipped Yoriichi, grasping Yoriichi’s shoulder’s tightly as he pinned him against the wall, his knees pinning Yoriichi’s legs against the wall as well.
Yoriichi seems to blink as he processes the action, his eyes widening slightly. Surprise , Michikatsu notes, he felt small pride in making Yoriichi making react. Yoriichi then seems to notice something about Michikatsu and Michikatsu watches as Yoriichi’s lips twitch to a worried-like expression.
“Aniue?” Yoriichi suddenly says as he stares into Michikatsu’s eyes, Michikatsu almost craves the sweet word as Yoriichi calls him that. His heart boils with happiness, gosh, he missed that so much. But Michikatsu slowly brushes off the happiness as he glares at Yoriichi with fury.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Michikatsu scowls, his hands still grasping Yoriichi’s shoulders tightly. He’ll never let go.
Yoriichi grimaces at the use of language and then stares at Michikatsu with an expressionless face, but Michikatsu can tell Yoriichi’s slightly unnerved. “I was-”
“Forget it, how dare you.” Michikatsu cuts him off and his hands goes toward to the collar of Yoriichi’s kimono, “How could you leave me like this?! I thought you fucking disowned me, Yoriichi! I thought I wasn’t your Aniue anymore-”
Yoriichi seems to be taken back by surprise by Michikatsu, and he frowns in more confusion, “Michikatsu, how could you say that?-” Yoriichi then glanced at Michikatsu’s face, “Were you crying-”
“Don’t you dare call me Michikatsu, Yoriichi!” Michikatsu scowls as he lifts Yoriichi up against the wall, “You will be calling me Aniue because I am- No one else is allowed to take my place-”
“Aniue-” Yoriichi was beyond confused about what was going on now-
“And no one is allowed to take you! Yoriichi- How could you fucking let some random ten-year-old own you like your stupid Otouto- Your fucking my Otouto- MY youger twin brother. MY Little brother- You are MY Otouto-” Michikatsu continued as his hands trailed off to Yoriichi’s wrist and his knee held Yoriichi up, “I won’t allow ANYONE take you away from me- Your mine- mine mine -”
“Aniue- I was just gone for a few hours-” Yoriichi frowned, completely flabbergasted at what was happening right now, “You must know that was all pretend-”
“Few hours! Yoriichi you’ve been fucking gone for more than ten hours! What the fuck were you doing while you were gone?! And you call that pretend-” Michikatsu snapped as he grasped Yoriichi’s wrist tightly against the wall above Yoriichi’s head “Fucking pretend?! Pretend my ass- I cannot stand you and that little shit-”
“Aniue-”
“I’ll show you that I’m your Aniue- I’ll show you who’s fucking Otouto you are-”
“Aniue! I am your little brother-”
“No! Clearly, I haven’t shown enough love to you-” Michikatsu scowled as he leaned his face against Yoriichi, foreheads touching. “I need to show you that I’m your Aniue- I just need to”
“Michikatsu- Aniue-” Before Yoriichi could finish Michikatsu suddenly crashed his lips against his, it took Yoriichi by surprise as Michikatsu’s hands grasped tightly around his wrist.
Michikatsu kept their lips interlocked for a long while as his eyes stared at Yoriichi’s surprised one. Michikatsu didn’t bother to slow down his pace as he suddenly lapped at Yoriichi’s bottom lip, biting it gently so he could get entrance to Yoriichi’s mouth. To his delight, Yoriichi parted his lips slips slightly in which he quickly clanked his teeth against Yoriichi.
Yoriichi let out a soft gasp through the kiss as Michikatsu sucked on Yoriichi’s bottom lip and Micikatsu quickly slipped his tongue in. Exploring every part of Yoriichi’s mouth, leaving nothing untouched . Michikatsu’s brows furrowed a bit as he felt Yoriichi’s legs attempting to push him away, “No.” Michikatsu mumbled out quietly through the kiss as one of his hands let go of Yoriiichi’s wrists and held tightly on Yoriichi’s knee.
Yoriichi let out a soft mumble of displeasure as Michikatsu wrapped his legs around Michikatsu’s waist, his half-lidded eyes staring at Michikatsu nervously. Michikatsu just stares back lustfully as his hands go back to pinning Yoriichi’s wrist against the wall.
Finally, the two parted away and Yoriichi gasped for air, breathing heavily. Michikatsu doesn’t say anything as he breathes heavily as well, a string of saliva between their mouths that slowly ripped around and just remained drooling down their chin.
“Aniue-”
“Mmph, call me that,” Michikatsu mumbled as his hands draw toward Yoriichi’s waist, he wrapped his arms around Yoriichi and carried him through the room to their bedroom, “I love it when you call me Aniue- because I am your Aniue- Your only one- And your my Otouto-”
“...Aniue- you do realize this is-” Yoriichi attempted to explain, but once again Michikatsu cut him off to it as Michikatsu suddenly lays Yoriichi on the futon, getting over him.
“All I’ve realized was that I hate it when you call that damn brat your Aniue when it’s me who’s your Aniue- NO one can replace that- I’m your big brother- Your Aniue- You can never disown me-” Michikatsu spoke darkly as his hands trace towards Yoriichi’s kimono, removing it one at a time-, “I despise that little shit- calling you his Otouto- You're my Otouto- my little brother-”
“I am!-” Yoriichi immediately let out a shiver when he felt Michikatsu’s lip against the bare skin of his neck, he held in a moan as Michikatsu began sucking his skin ever so fast, “M-Michi-” Yoriichi held in a groan as he bit his lip.
Michikatsu ignored Yoriichi’s protest as he continued lapping at Yoriichi’s neck, his arms running down Yoriichi’s arms as they went towards Yoriichi’s waist, and then slipping his hands underneath Yoriichi’s undergarments to feel his skin. Yoriichi was warm, he always had a higher body temperature. Michikatsu didn’t say anything about it as he continued undressing Yoriichi and sucking on Yoriichi’s skin.
Yoriichi kept on trying to hold in his moans but failed quite a lot as Michikatsu would receive mangled-out groans coming from Yoriichi’s mouth. Michikatsu couldn’t help but like it when Yoriichi struggled, it was alluring.
The two of them were now fully naked on the futon as Michikatsu kept Yoriichi underneath him, Michikatsu admired the beauty underneath him. Who knew Yoriichi could look so ravaged like this- But that was okay, because only Michikatsu was allowed to see it like this, he leaned his head down for a kiss which Yoriichi finally seemed to accept back as he wrapped his arms around Michikatsu.
“Mine,” Michikatsu mumbled out quietly as he hugged Yoriichi’s warm body, “My Otouto-”
“Aniue…” Yoriichi panted heavily as he stared at Michikatsu tiredly, “What’s gotten in you-”
“You,” Michikatsu answered without hesitance as his hands kept on touching Yoriichi’s skin everywhere, leaving nothing untouched, “You were going to be taken from me .”
“...”
“I love you so much Yoriichi- And I hate you for it- mmph.” Michikatsu grunted quietly as he adjusted Yoriichi’s legs again, “And I just need to- I need to show you how much I just fucking love you- I need you to know you that you’ll NEVER leave me-”
“Aniue…” Yoriichi huffed slightly and let out a strangled whine when Michikatsu brought his lips to his left nipple, “A-Aniue-”
“I can’t let anyone take you away from me- You’re mine Yoriichi- Mine mine mine - You’re my Otouto- No one else- and I’m your Aniue- Your only Aniue.” Michkatsu continued and he brought his lips to the base of Yoriichi’s cock.
Yoriichi let out a soft cry at the touch, his body jolting up a little as he stared at his older brother, “No one is going to take me away from you- You’ve been worrying so much, and I-”
“And no one will- that’s why I need to make sure I let everyone know that you are my Otouto and that NO one will claim you as theirs-” Michikatsu growled quietly, and before Yoriichi could react he let out a gasp as Michikatsu inserted a finger in his hole.
Yoriichi let out a strangled moan as his legs trembled against Michikatsu, “ Aniue ~.” It stung, it hurt, but it felt so good. Michikatsu let out a soft groan as he felt Yoriichi’s walls squeeze against his finger, Michikatsu then slipped another finger in. Twisting and curling it around as Yoriichi continued letting out muffled moans.
“Don’t resist it, I want to hear you.” Michikatsu lightly smacked Yorichi’s hand away from his mouth, “Hear that I’m your Aniue- No one else- And that you're my Otouto-”
“N-Ngh~” Yoriichi groaned softly, he let out a cry when he felt Michikatsu’s fingers reach his special spot, he squirmed around underneath Michikatsu. “Aniue-”
“Yoriichi…” Michikatsu softly groaned as he removed his fingers slowly and quickly adjusted his manhood to Yoriichi’s hole, his cock was hard, begging for entrance, “Yoriichi.” Michiktsu repeated and he then slammed right in, receiving a loud moan coming from Yoriichi.
“Ah~! Aniue!” Yoriichi moaned, his hands grasping the sheets of the futon tightly, “ Aniue .” He winced as Michikatsu fastened the pace.
“You’re okay…you’re okay. Your Aniue loves you.” Michikatsu shushed Yoriichi as he held Yoriichi’s hips tightly to adjust him, moving his cock in and out of Yoriichi’s hole, “Ugh…” Micikatsu groaned as Yoriichi’s walls clenched around his manhood, “ Yoriichi .”
Yoriichi was panting heavily as he moaned a lot of times, a whine as Michikatsu moved himself up and down. His eyes rolled back as he grasped the sheets tightly, "A-Aniue~ A-Ahh~!" He was struggling on catching his breath properly, struggling to keep up with Michikatsu's movements. "I-I can't- t-too m-much-"
"Mmph shh, you can handle it. Hgn...I'll go slow... for you, li-little brother." Michikatsu panted as used his fingers to rub against Yoriichi's buttocks to 'calm' the other in a way as he slows down, he often times paused for Yoriichi to take a few 20 seconds to breathe before he went moving his cock once again, trying to hit that special spot that made Yoriichi's eyes roll back more and moan louder. "I'm here, I'm here to take care of you. I'm here, your Aniue."
Yoriichi seemed to find some reassurance in that as he nodded with teary eyes, moaning out, "Aniue" each time, and so Michikatsu continued with his pace while making sure Yoriichi was able to stay conscious and keep up with him. Michikatsu could tell that Yoriichi was probably grateful he was going gentle, he knew. He knows Yoriichi would have struggled more if he was rough, especially in this position. But that's all it was about, being gentle with his brother, to show how much he can be a good older brother to Yoriichi. To show his Otouto how much he loves him. A good Aniue who's gentle to his brother's touch and love.
After a while, Michikatsu found himself tensing up and he slowly realized he had came, he glanced at Yoriichi with half-lidded eyes, Yoriichi looked so ravaged underneath him, panting and groaning heavily. Michikatsu cherished the sight as he slowly removed his cock, his eyes still staring at the way Yoriichi reacts. “ Aniue .” Yoriichi groans softly.
“Mmph,” Michikatsu mumbled as he laid his stomach on top of Yoriichi and gave Yoriichi another possessive-like kiss, his lips draws towards Yoriichi’s face. Leaving kisses everywhere as his fingers brush through Yoriichi’s warm skin sweetly. He blinked quietly as he felt Yoriichi’s hard arousal beneath his hand, but almost didn’t realize Yoriichi came as well. Michikatsu didn’t mention it “Mine, Yoriichi. Mine.” Michikatsu said as he buried his face in Yoriichi’s shoulder, sucking his skin gently.
“Ah Aniue~!” Yoriichi groaned as he wrapped his arms around Michikatsu’s back, “ Aniue .” He held in a cry when Michikatsu lapped at the skin of his shoulder, he couldn’t tell if he was bleeding or not. Michikatsu just lifted his head up from Yoriichi’s shoulder as his lips slid towards Yoriichi’s chest.
“I love you, Yoriichi. I love you, my little brother. My Otouto .” Michikatsu says as he leaves kisses all over Yoriichi’s body, Yoriichi doesn’t bother to push the other away and lets Michikatsu leave affection all over him, and Yoriichi isn’t sure what to do now.
All he could say was, “Aniue, I love you too.” and continued saying words to assure the older that he wasn’t going to leave Michikatsu. Michikatsu seemed satisfied by it as he wrapped his arms around Yoriichi and hugged him quietly, their naked bodies pressing against each other. Yoriichi gives out a soft sigh of relief as he hugs his Aniue back, a little bit exhausted.
“Mine, my Otouto.” Michikatsu just continues saying as he closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep as he holds Yoriichi in his arms, never letting go. Yoriichi could never leave him, he just couldn’t. And Yoriichi seems to understand that as well as he hugs Michikatsu back, snuggling his face against Michikatsu’s neck.
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The next day
The twins wake up and help each other clean up, and Yoriichi notices that Michikatsu is still acting…as possessive as ever as he finds his Aniue rarely letting himself have Yoriichi leave his sight. “ Was Aniue that worried? ” Yoriichi thought as he hung a washed-out futon on the string of the hanger. Yoriichi feels Michikatsu’s arms wrap around his waist from behind, hugging him.
His brother whispers sweets nothings into his ear as Yoriichi hangs the clothes while Michikatsu hugs him from behind. His elder brother whispers and talks about the hickeys and small marks he left on Yoriichi last night, telling him what each mark means. "That one means you're my Otouto." "That one means you belong to me." "That one means I'm your Aniue." "And that one means I love you." He goes on and on as Michikatsu traces those marks with his fingers, and Yoriichi lets him as he listens.
Yoriichi wasn’t sure if he should be happy- he always wanted Michikatsu’s sweet affection, and he was finally receiving it. Maybe Yoriichi was worried- Yoriichi was left a little baffled as Michikatsu brought him into a kiss without warning. Yoriichi just stares at Michikatsu quietly and Michikatsu stares right back, not saying anything. Just a “Mine.”
How possessive, Yoriichi couldn’t help but think as he tilted his head, did he himself like this? He wasn’t so sure. It's almost uncomfortable yet he seems to let it happen...was it always a feeling he craved? Had he always craved his brother's affection like this? It's hard...does he want this?
When the two of them got ready to go outside their estate, Yoriichi noticed Michikatsu was holding his hand despite them being in public. “ Aniue hates it when we hold hands, especially in front of people. ” Yoriichi thought in fascination as Michikatsu pretty much never let go of his hand, Yoriichi almost felt loved for once. With all the seemingly swift kisses and little drops of affection, Michikatsu still seems to give out of…possessiveness.
But soon the downfall came as Yoriichi realized often when talking to members of the demon slayer corps, Michikatsu was almost twitching and scowling at the others. “ Aniue was jealous,” Yoriichi could tell as he felt Michikatsu’s hand tighten around his hand. Yoriichi finds himself having to calm Michikatsu down sometimes with his thumb rubbing against Michikatsu's hand. Michikatsu had ended up biting his neck (Which had a hickey from last night) in front of a random Harisha with aggression.
Yoriichi tried his best to hold in the scream as his eyes twitched at Michikatsu’s action, Yoriichi was really worried about Aniue’s being. “ It’s like Aniue has become a feral animal. ” Yoriichi watches the Harisha stare at the two of them in concern and slowly walk away with an excuse, and Michikatsu seems to grin in victory.
There’s only one thing Yoriichi can think of now as he found him deeply concerned.
“What have I got myself into?”
He watches Michikatsu step on a poor squirrel’s tail that is getting too close to his feet.