Warnings: yaoi, incest
Keyphrase: "I didn't know you could do that."
Time limit: 75 minutes
"Hey, Jien, check this out."
"What is it?"
"Look and you'll see."
They had been stuck in this dank cave for what seemed like hours, separated from their respective groups, and Gojyo was growing restless. Understandably so, thought Dokugakuji, but he didn't have to bug him about it, too. He wasn't Gojyo's babysitter, after all.
Dokugakuji looked at his little brother, equally indulgent and impatient. As he watched, Gojyo flipped the coin, caught it in his palm, and then proceeded to roll it expertly between the second joints of his fingers. First one way, then the other.
"So? What do you think, big bro?"
"I didn't know you could do that," said Doku. There was an edge of sarcasm to his voice that Gojyo either missed or chose to ignore.
"Taught myself when I was on the road. Can't yell at that stupid monkey all day, you know - I'd lose my fucking voice," Gojyo said with a grin.
"Yeah, that's pretty impressive, kid."
"I told you not to call me-"
"Gojyo. Okay? Pretty impressive, Gojyo." A brief pause, just enough to pique Gojyo's interest, then: "But I bet you can't do this."
Without another word, Dokugakuji lunged at his red-haired half-sibling with blinding speed, getting Gojyo in a headlock before he knew what was happening. The latter let out a cry of mock outrage, and before long, they were rolling around on the cave's damp ground, each one trying to get his licks in before the other could gain advantage. Doku was bigger and more muscular than his brother, but Gojyo was quick and agile, more than able to use a larger opponent's strength against him, and possessed of a strength which belied his wiry form.
As such, it was more luck than skill that found Doku lying on top of Gojyo, pinning his arms to the ground and gracing him with a smile that was equal parts triumphant grin and over-exerted grimace.
"You bastard, let me up!" Even defeated, Gojyo still struggled against the inevitable.
Doku didn't even bother saying no. Instead, he changed the subject:
"Remember when we used to do this in the barn when we were kids?"
"Yeah, what of it?" Gojyo still struggled a bit, but his interest was piqued.
"Remember what we used to do afterwards?"
No response from Gojyo. There was no doubt in his brother's mind that he knew what Doku was going to say, but was waiting for him to be the one to say it. The one to bring up the subject. Air the dirty laundry.
The one to make it all right.
"You used to get so worked up, remember, Goj?" Doku was now murmuring in his captive's ear, the low buzz of his voice reverberating throughout Gojyo's body. "We'd both get excited, and then we'd whip it out and start beating off. See who could go the longest. You remember that?"
Gojyo shivered involuntarily, and his eyes fluttered closed. Momentarily unable to work his vocal chords, he gave a brief nod in response to Doku's question.
"So... who do you think can go the longest this time?"
Still no response... at least, not of the verbal variety. Those red eyes reopened, practically giving off sparks with the heat they generated.
Gojyo didn't say yes. He didn't say no. He simply said:
"Care to put your money where your mouth is?"
Dokugakuji responded to this by bringing one of his brother's hands up to his face. The hand that still held the coin from the coin trick Gojyo had performed just now. He didn't take the coin yet. Just dropped a feather-light kiss on each fingertip, then took one into his mouth and began to suck gently.
Gojyo groaned, and Sha Jien allowed himself a small, smug grin. All these years later, and he could still find every one of the little whelp's weak spots.
Doku sucked harder, gently relaxing Gojyo's hand with kisses and licks, keeping him from getting too relaxed with the odd playful nip.
When he thought Gojyo was ready to play, he took the coin from his hand and placed it between his bastard half-brother's lips.
The two of them held onto the coin for a minute with their teeth. Then their lips brushed, and the jig was up. Doku spat out the coin near Gojyo's head, then kissed him full on the lips, his tongue snaking inside that pouty, russet-lipped mouth. Gojyo responded with enthusiasm, winding an arm around Jien's head to pull him closer. He made little sounds of lust and gratification as they kissed, their mouths and tongues making sticky, wet noises that seemed to fill the silence and darkness which surrounded them.
It was Gojyo who finally broke the kiss, moving to suckle his brother's earlobe. This made Dokugakuji gasp and then groan, one hand ever more entwined in straight crimson locks, the other kneading Gojyo's ass.
"Gojyo... ah, shit..."
"Mnn... wha?" Gojyo went from constant sucking to teasing little nips and licks, wetting the tender, sensitive skin of Doku's earlobe only to blow on it, the change of sensations giving him goosebumps.
"You need to... ummm... stop doing that?"
"Oh? Suddenly getting a conscience, are we?" There was a smirk in Gojyo's voice, but also a hint of fear. Is this not okay? Should we not be doing this?
"No, it's not that." Doku bit Gojyo's neck lightly, causing him to arch his back and say, "Gnnnhh..."
"It's just that... well..."
"Well?" Trust in Gojyo's eyes. Hope. Love.
"Well... if you keep doing that..."
Doku leaned in and whispered in Gojyo's ear:
"If you keep doing that, I'm going to have to fuck you."
It took a lot to shock a man of the world like Sha Gojyo, but that certainly qualified. His eyes went wide with surprise, then closed again to half-mast, hazy and unfocused with desire.
"So... what's stopping you?"
Now it was Doku's turn to go wide-eyed. Then his shock turned into a grin so wide it threatened to shatter his face, and he once again sank his tongue deep into Gojyo's mouth.
The two of them didn't waste much time with preliminaries. Their main concern was getting as much clothing off of each other as possible, a task made more difficult by their trembling, impatient hands, as well as by their inability to stop kissing each other for more than three seconds at a stretch. Fortunately, they eventually cooperated enough in their endeavors that when they finished, their clothing was spread out under them like an improperly made bed. Doku was completely naked; Gojyo clad only in his blue bandanna.
Doku brought his hands up to remove this as well, the better to gain access to all of that silky red hair.
Then he got a better idea.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Dokugakuji whipped off Gojyo's bandanna, untied it, and, in a move so complicated Gojyo could barely follow it, wrapped it around his brother's wrists and tied it there securely.
"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing, asshole?"
"Just making sure you don't back out on me, little brother," Jien responded smugly.
"Jerkoff." Gojyo's eyes flashed with rage, but Jien could feel those heavy, scarlet-fuzzed balls jump against his thigh, where his brother's moist, fitfully jerking erection lay sandwiched between their bodies.
"Aw, don't be that way, Goj. You know you love it. Besides," Doku went on, "This way, you can say it wasn't your fault. I trapped you, right? Had my wicked way with you and left you for dead. Sound good to you?"
In a hoarse, needy croak, Gojyo managed to spit out the words, "Hurry up!"
Doku smiled indulgently and kissed the bastard half-breed softly on the lips. "You know I've never been able to deny you anything. Especially not when you put it like that."
Dokugakuji then released Gojyo's wrists from his grasp, setting them down with a gentle press to remind him to keep them there. He then hunted around in his trouser pocket for something, finally fishing out a small vial of oil. Though too blinded by want to be shocked anymore, Gojyo was still surprised by this tacit admission about his brother's sex life.
"You carry?" he said, simply.
"Kougaiji," came the equally simple response.
Gojyo considered this for a moment, then asked, "So... what's it like to fuck your boss?"
Doku gave a deep chuckle at that. "Actually, he's usually the one fucking me."
"Why, because he's your boss?"
"Nah. Just like it that way. With him, anyway," Jien added as an afterthought. He uncorked the vial and poured a generous amount onto his fingers. "How about you?"
"Hakkai," said Gojyo. "You know, the one with the..." Unable to point with his fingers, he closed one eye to indicate his lover's monocle.
"Yeah?" Dokugakuji breathed on his hand a bit to warm up the oil, then spread Gojyo's legs and started teasing his asshole, matting down the fine red hairs around the sensitive pucker. "You pitcher or catcher?"
"Annnh..." Gojyo arched into his brother's touch, momentarily unable to speak. "Ah... sw-switch... hitter, actually. We trade off. Or, you know, just mess around with each other and stuff. He's really-" he gasped as Jien's fingers struck a nerve "g... good with his handsaaaAAAAAHHH FUCK..."
Doku prepared the writhing young man beneath him a bit more, then greased up his own twitching, anxious hardon. "Well, sounds like you're ready. How do you want it, kid?"
"...huh? Oh... uh..." Gojyo's attempts to think were hindered by the lack of blood flow to his brain. Finally, he got an idea and let a lewd smile play across his lips. "Doggy-style, if you please, aniki."
Doku laughed outright at that. "You little perv," he said affectionately. Then he flipped his willing captive over, propping him up on all fours. Kissed his way slowly down Gojyo's spine. Took his tailbone briefly into his mouth, enveloping it gently. Then, when Gojyo cried out and arched into his touch, he licked his way back up and, so to speak, put his money where his mouth was.
"Ready?" He asked.
"As I'll ever be," came the reply.
Though they had spent little or no time together in the past few years until quite recently, Gojyo and Doku's bodies still knew how to work in sync with each other. Once Gojyo's body opened up and took his brother inside of him, they stayed as they were for a minute. Doku licking and nipping the nape of Gojyo's neck, moving his long hair out of the way for better access. Gojyo panting, drenched in sweat, consumed with need as much as the man above and inside him was.
Finally, he gave the words Doku had been waiting for:
They started off slowly, Gojyo leaning up on his bound wrists, the better to turn his head around for more kisses from time to time. It wasn't long, though, before Dokugakuji gave a particularly vigorous thrust, and Gojyo cried out and his arms buckled and his head fell forward onto his hands, and this only made his ass jut out further to take in Jien's hot cock, and then they both cried out, and then there was no more fooling around.
Then, Jien took hold of Gojyo's hip with one hand, wrapping the other around his erection, flaming red at the tip like his hair and glistening like his eyes, and started to fuck the living hell out of him. They communicated only via thrusts, groans, pants, and other brief, purely animal noises.
Then Gojyo's words came back of their own volition:
"Ah... shit... Jien... so good... fuck... harder... faster... ah, FUCK, JIEN FUCK OHMYGOD GODDAMMIT JIEN I SAID HARDER..."
The loud roar of Dokugakuji's mind-bending orgasm nearly drowned out his brother's inarticulate wail, their bodies slapping together in the final spasms of this fuck they had created together as Gojyo spattered on his and Doku's clothing and Doku pumped his seed into Gojyo's hot, tight, pervy little ass.
They slumped to the ground in perfect tandem and laid there for a bit, panting, wet with sweat, Doku spooning protectively around the back of the little brother he had killed his own mother to protect, shuddering and gasping as their breathing and heartbeats returned to normal.
When Dokugakuji finally regained the ability to speak, he slowly disengaged himself from Gojyo and asked:
"So... did you get your money's worth?"
Gojyo grinned and threw a sock at him, hitting his elder brother in the face.
"Shut up, asshole, and give me my fucking clothes."
The two brothers continued to punch and heckle each other as they dressed, their bond returned to one that, for any outside observer, would have seemed as innocent as a simple coin toss.