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  1. You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
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  3. You both like shimadacest, and mchanzo.
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  5. Stranger: "Anija," Genji said suddenly, from his position laying on Hanzo's bed, on his back stretched out like he owned the place. It was a lazy day at the castle. Or, well, Hanzo and Genji were supposed to be studying English for foreign deals and ect., but Genji was bored. He'd been tossing his shuriekins up in the air, yes very dangerous, and had been catching them. But now his attention had turned to his sibling. "Are you still a virgin?"
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  7. You: Hanzo had been doing a good job of ignoring his brother as he lazed about and rolled onto his notes. He even gave up lecturing Genji on throwing his weapons around on his bed and instead, was focusing solely on the exercises that their teacher had set them. That is, until his brother asked him a question that made him drop the book onto his lap. "... What?" He cleared his throat and sat up straight, feigning a furious look. "That is none of your business! Why do you even ask such a thing?"
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  9. Stranger: It sounded like a resolute 'yes'. Why wasn't he surprised? Genji rolled onto his stomach and propped his chin up on his hand. The smirk he gave his brother was Cheshire-like, amused, and eager to push some buttons. It was a little too easy to rile his brother up, but he didn't mind that in the least. "What?" Came the chirp, much like his nickname of 'sparrow'. "It's normal for siblings to ask questions! If you were any less stuffy you would have asked /me/ that. But your lack of an answer is enough. You are a virgin."
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  11. You: "I did not give any answer!" snapped Hanzo. Why does he even study with the likes of Genji? It always ended in both of them being distracted and Genji asking embarrassing questions. Only this time, this was beyond embarrassing. Hanzo was tempted to kick him out of his bed before Genji could ask any more questions that made Hanzo want to hide under the covers. "Siblings should not ask and answer such things like this. It is none of your concern, and it is something I am not even interested in."
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  13. Stranger: "Siblings usually ask questions like that, and about relationships and the like! They get a free pass to be noisy." Hanzo never let him get any ground in his questions, but this in itself was … something he was admittedly curious. Genji himself had said goodbye to virginity a long time ago. Had Hanzo even fooled around? Had he even had his first kiss? Made out? It really did seem like all he did was study and train and sleep. Genji would have rather died then do that all die. "So now that we've established you're a virgin, let me ask you this; have you kissed anyone before?"
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  15. You: Just as Hanzo predicted, Genji was being more and more stubborn about digging out answers for his ridiculous questions. He glared at his brother again and shoved an exercise book into him, hoping that it would remind him of their pending studies. "That is also none of your business," he scoffed. "You are curious about the strangest things, brother." His blush was creeping down to his neck. He tried to hide it by tightly tugging his robe up to his collarbones. "... I was kissed on the cheek last week, by a passing American. I think he was a tourist."
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  17. Stranger: He stiffened at that new information. Hanzo had been kissed before? Now that was something interesting, even if it made his blood boil. He sat up and grunted when the book hit him on the chest. He shoved it away and off the bed irritably. And Hanzo was /flushing/? Who was this man and what happened to his brother? "Oh? And was he a good kisser? Was he your first kiss? Did you let him get any farther then just some passing pecks on the lip, or were you too nervous?" He wasn't about to tolerate the news that Hanzo had made out with someone when he wasn't looking. It was supposed to be Genji that taught Hanzo all about it. It's what Genji was good at.
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  19. You: Hanzo quirked a brow. Was Genji upset? There was that unmistakable look of irritation across his face and it only had the elder Shimada curious. "Of course I did not let him go any further, you idiot. He hardly did anything more than kiss my cheek and maybe on my lips, and it was not even anything serious. You know how Americans are with their total lack of personal space." He bent over to pick up the book that Genji shoved away and put it back on the bed, before his brother. "He was sloppy anyway. Hardly anything worth noting." Despite his words, he couldn't help the little smile that crept on his lips. He touched his cheek as he remembered back to that night. It was exciting, having someone be so blatantly interested in him for once. "Perhaps I will see him again in town. He said he is staying for some time."
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  21. Stranger: "Oh?" Came his irritated reply. So Hanzo wanted to see him again; even though he was a sloppy kisser? "You always prided yourself on being the one that didn't fool around, and yet you want to kiss some stranger? Do you even know properly how to kiss?" Genji was very impressed with the book nudged his way yet again. Couldn't his brother see more important things were at foot? Genji pushed it away yet again, but didn't let it fall to the floor so Hanzo wouldn't have to move away again. He nudged himself closer so that he could lean on Hanzo's side, almost like how they used to cuddle when there were little and Hanzo would read to him. "There are better kissers here anyways. You don't need a sloppy American."
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  23. You: Whatever fondness was etched into Hanzo's face went away when his brother got curt with him again. How rude. He glared at him and shooed him away when he leaned against him, trying to keep his notes from crumpling on his lap. "I did not say I want to kiss him! I only say that I /might/ see him if I ever wander around town again," he snapped. "And the only reason I was out that day was because I was looking for you." He scrunched up his nose and gave his brother a dubious look. Genji was acting... odd. Hanzo would have thought his brother would be impressed he had kissed someone. "Why are you so dismissive of someone you have not even met? I thought you liked Americans."
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  25. Stranger: "I like them when they aren't trying to kiss my brother." Genji replied sourly. He nudged himself back close, but did make sure he didn't touch Hanzo out of fear for him shooing him away. "You don't ever like whoever I kiss." Because they were usually strangers and one night stands or some friends with benefits type deal. Dating people wasn't Genji's forte, he didn't enjoy it. He always seemed to be searching for someone else. Something else. "Besides, he was sloppy as you said. If someone is trying to kiss you they should at least know how to do it properly!" He sighed and pouted, trying to give his best puppy eyes. "Anija, don't let him kiss you again. You could get in trouble, and I doubt he'd be good enough to lay. You should loose your virginity to someone who matters, not just someone handsome ." Like Genji was one to talk.
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  27. You: "Please. As if you ever care about who /you/ are kissing." Hanzo secretly had thought of finding that American again, to have him hold him close and smile that toothy grin at him, just before he'd kiss Hanzo again. That man was unlike anyone he ever met in Hanamura, and he was so charming that it really should have irritated him. He thought fondly of the American's pet names until Genji's voice dragged him back to the present. "And who would be someone important enough to give my virginity, hm?" He gave his brother a prod on the nose, just like he used to when Genji was giving him those puppy eyes over a piece of candy. "I did not even say I would sleep with him! It would be far too dangerous. Imagine if our family heard of me fooling around with an outsider."
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  29. Stranger: He sneezed at the prod at his nose and ducked away. But he did shoot his brother a grin, pleased at the display. He had missed the easy teasing they had as children. The easy affection and less stress. "Father would be very upset if he heard his heir was fooling around with an outsider, especially an American one." He agreed whole heartedly with that little reply. Not because it was true but because it- well, it felt right. He shifted again to carefully nudge their shoulders together, just a little touch because he found he was craving it. Hanzo had stopped being affectionate so long ago and he missed it something fierce. "You need to figure out how to do foreplay before you even think about letting someone take your virginity." Genji countered. "You need someone to teach you it first. But not that American, if he's sloppy with his kisses he'll be sloppy with his foreplay, which will only make you hurt and not enjoy it at all."
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  31. You: Hanzo fell quiet at the mention of their father. Genji was right. What would Sojiro even say if he caught his eldest sneaking off with a foreigner, letting him paw over his tailored clothes and defiling him in the most intimate way? He thought about the American's purred offer to see each other again. His heart sank. "He is not rough with me, Genji. He was nice. Gentle. He held me closely but never gripped me." He leaned away from Genji, just enough to slide open his bedside drawer and take out a folded piece of paper. On it was a phone number that was messily scrawled. He unfolded the paper and shared it with his brother, his shoulder bumping against Genji's. "I do not think I will chase him, especially for my first time. But... he did leave me this in case I would."
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  33. Stranger: Genji grabbed the paper and gave it a once over. Hmph. Such messy scrawl was unbecoming of anyone Hanzo might have. Genji wasn't one to care about rank and place and how someone conducted themselves but he could already tell whoever this man was he would be only trouble for Hanzo. Genji was beginning to get very irritated. He nuzzled close against Hanzo's back and pocketed the number. He'd throw it in a fire later on, maybe watch it burn when held to a candle. But for now he just wrapped his arms around his brother's middle and buried his face into his shoulder. Maybe Hanzo would let him stay cuddled close if he acted like a kicked puppy. "Promise me you won't see him out again? Someone like this could know who you are and could just be trying to use it against you. We aren't allowed silly romances, anija, all we have are each other.'
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  35. You: Hanzo was startled when his brother latched onto him. Genji hadn't held him like this since he was a snotty whiney child, whinging for his aniki's attention. He stiffened, trying to urge him away, but eventually he sighed and went lax. Just once, he could indulge in Genji's clinginess. His arm tentatively wrapped itself around Genji and he pressed his cheek against his brother's hair. It was silly, being this cuddly with his brother when they were both grown up, and yet he didn't push him away. He laughed when Genji reminded them of their father's rules. "No silly romances? Tell that to yourself, Genji. You are always chasing one date after another, leaving a string of broken hearts behind you." He held out his hand expectantly. "Also, give me back his phone number. I might keep it and call him later. Maybe. If I have the time."
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  37. Stranger: "Pff. I don't 'date' anija. I fuck. I have sex." He made a happy little noise, however, when Hanzo actually turned his head and rested it against his hair. And his hand against his arm-this was nice. He missed him. Missed this. What with all Hanzo's training, and Genji's...messing about, they hardly got to see each other aside from Genji drunkenly coming into his anija's room a few nights per week, or their little 'study sessions' when Genji wasn't hungover or Hanzo too busy to do it. But- then Hanzo was asking for the paper and Genji...very much didn't want to give it back. What if this American did actually steal Hanzo away? He'd rather not have to deal with that. He couldn't. So he did something drastic to distract his brother. He turned his head and pressed his lips against Hanzo's in a kiss that even surprised him.
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  39. You: Hanzo was about to prod at his brother and demand for the piece of paper again, until Genji did something that threw all thoughts out of his mind. He... kissed him. He kissed him not like brothers did. No, there was no innocence behind this. He kissed him like the American did, only with less tongue and whiskey. Hanzo was stiff as a board. He lingered only for a moment, his lips softening to the contact by instinct, and suddenly drew back like he was just burned. "Genji?" he asked bewilderedly, staring at him like he just spoke gibberish. He touched his lips absently, feeling Genji's kiss linger on them. Even with how shocked he was, he stayed close to his brother. "What... why did you do that?"
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  41. Stranger: Hanzo had pushed away-he pushed away from him and Genji felt cold. He'd made an awful mistake and-..well, at least he still let Genji hold him. He needed it. This closeness. He had to keep Hanzo, he couldn't let him go to that American that didn't deserve it- that didn't deserve Hanzo. He was the only reason why Genji even bothered to come back to this damn place every night. Well, that and the money- but he was sure he could get that anywhere. But not his big brother. Not him. "I.." Why did he kiss him? Because he'd been wanting to for so, so long. "I-please?" He didn't even know what he was asking for. But he did kiss Hanzo again. Pressing his lips to his more intently, eyes squeezing shut and tongue trailing against lips he'd ached to kiss for years.
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  43. You: Was this a prank? Or a punishment for sneaking away with foreigners outside of their clan? Hanzo stared at his brother as if the answer would materialise if he looked hard enough. What he didn't expect was another kiss. It was just as intense as the first one, even more so. Hanzo felt more and more lost by the second. He should stop this. He should be shoving Genji away and cast him out of his room before he could go any further. It was what he should do as the eldest, responsible sibling. His hand went up to Genji's shoulder - but instead of pushing, he found himself loosely holding on instead. His heart was pounding against his chest as Genji kissed. His mind was spinning. Before he knew it, he was kissing back. Shy, unsure, ashamed, but he was kissing back. He kissed back for a moment before reality kicked in and he realised what he was doing. He jerked back, breath puffing over Genji's lips. His palm was flat against Genji's chest. "We... I should not be doing this..."
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  45. Stranger: Genji whined much like a kicked puppy. No, no no- Hanzo had been kissing back. He had been letting Genji have this, to kiss him at least one, twice- before he would undoubtly never have this again. He pulled away much Hanzo had, ashamed and a bit flustered with the remnants of his older brother's lips on his. Genji pulled completely away and tried to-- to piece his head back together and stop the wild thrumming of his heartbeat in his ear. He wanted this, and that was disgusting. He paused for a long moment, eyes closing briefly until-...He was turning back to Hanzo and gently pushing at his brother's chest. "I won't-do anything you don't want but anija- you can't pretend it isn't-..." Good. Then his lips were back on Hanzo's and he was kissing him with more heat added to it. Tongue not so shyly tracing along Hanzo's mouth. He tasted like the sweets he'd used to snatch from his anija when they were younger. He needed this.
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  47. You: They had skirted this line before. Hanzo had always been quick to diffuse whatever spark would emerge from their closeness, never wanting to think too much about that darker side of their relationship. Now, they were treading past that invisible line and hurtling on their biggest excursion into the unknown yet. Now, it was too late to ignore Genji's lingering touches and the hungered glances that he would give his way. It was wrong, it was immoral, but it was very real. It was better than it had any right to feel. His heart welled up to his throat as Genji kissed him again, like he was desperate for just a scrap of affection. Hanzo, being always too soft to say no to his brother, gave it to him. He still inched back, leaning away until he was falling lightly onto his bed with his arm still wrapped around his brother. His breath was heavy as he broke the kiss and stared up at Genji, painfully aware of how close they were. Bathed in the warm, yellow light of his bedside lamp, Genji suddenly looked so crystal clear. Hesitantly, Hanzo touched his brother's cheekbone, fingertips quivering with the shock. "How long have you wanted...?"
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  49. Stranger: When Hanzo touched his cheek he could have shattered apart. His eyes fluttered shut but only for a second. Hanzo under him, on his bed with his pretty, inky locks spread out and lips kiss pink was too lovely of a sight to miss for any fraction of a second. But fear did wash over him the moment the time ticked on by. Was he cajoling Hanzo into this? Did his brother just want to humor him? Would he, once Genji let him go, go to their father? He felt his heart squeeze painfully in his chest. "For...much too long." He admitted in a horse whisper. He could fuck someone without getting nervous about it, he could do a line of cocaine without blinking but this was making him ache. "I...did I...Are you-?" Uncomfortable, upset? He let out a soft breath and buried his face in Hanzo's shoulder. He smelled so, so good. Safe. Calming. Genji held him carefully, like he might just break him. He wanted to apologize, but one needed to be sorry to apologize.
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  51. You: Genji looked afraid. He /sounded/ afraid. It was a sight that would never fail to twist something painful inside of Hanzo, urging him to console his younger brother, even if he was irritated or bewildered. Something heavy settled in his gut as Genji stumbled over his words, something that rarely happened for the carefree, cheeky Shimada son. There was a crinkling of paper -his perfect, neat notes- as he shifted and held Genji close, cradling him to his shoulder, as if they were young all over again. "I... do not know," he answered just as hoarsely. He turned his face towards Genji and silently held him for a long, pensive moment. "Genji," he said quietly. His words sounded like they were stuck in his throat. "Why did you never tell me before? Who else knows of... of how you feel?"
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  53. Stranger: Genji chuckled darkly even as he clung onto Hanzo's go oh so sweetly. Who else knows? No one. Whenever he was fucking someone he only said Hanzo's name inside his head as he pulled the inky black locks of some stranger until they moaned and begged for more. Nobody knew except for him and--and for his dragon. But that in itself was inescapable. They were bound by soul, by body and by mind. "No one." A little hoarse. "No one," he related. "Except for you and for my dragon." He wanted to kiss Hanzo again. He wanted to shove his tongue down his brother's throat and he wanted to take and take what the American had given when he had no right to. "I didn't tell you because it-how would I know how you would react, anija?" How would he know he wouldn't be shoved away, punished, or worse, Hanzo would be too disgusted to ever talk to him again. He'd loose him. His only piece of sunlight in this annoying place full of stuffy old elders and one, angry father who was as cruel with his words as he was with his training regimen.
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  55. You: Hanzo fell silent. Genji did have a point. If he had rounded up on Hanzo and suddenly blurted that he wanted him, that he wanted to /kiss/ him in a way that was definitely not brotherly, Hanzo would be speechless. "We could have spoken about it," he retorted anyway, once he gathered his thoughts. "You always told everything to me, brother--" He winced. After what they just did, it felt wrong to call Genji his brother now. His little baby brother. He shouldn't even be holding him in such an intimate fashion and yet he couldn't bring himself to let him go. Instead, he hid Genji's face against his shoulder again. It was easier to look at the ceiling instead of his brother's piercing eyes. "You cannot tell anyone of this, Genji. Do you understand? Especially that we... kissed." He squeezed his eyes shut. His hand crept over Genji's hair, still shy, unsure of how to touch him now. "Imagine what Father would say if he saw what had just happened."
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  57. Stranger: Once again Genji was irritated. Hanzo treated him as if he were some - some /child/. He knew to keep this secret. Especially from their father and the elders. Had they known he'd done this to Hanzo, ruined their perfect heir with his filthy mouth? Ha. They'd tan and hide him before leaving him out to dry under Hanzo's windowsill. "I know, I know. And..there are some things I don't tell you." Like how he preferred long black hair in his partners. Women with mysterious eyes and proud features and men with a voice like a calm storm and a sea of inky hair he could curl around his fist. "But you can't see that American again. Please." Genji's demand was muffled by Hanzo's neck, so he pulled away from the safety and found Hanzo once again with fierce eyes. "Please. He doesn't deserve to touch you. No one does, least of all me but I can't-...I can't get you out of my mind. I know it's wrong but, anija-," And then he was kissing him again. Softly, carefully, like he might just break. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his hands tangling in Hanzo's hair and undoing it from where he'd pulled it up. He always liked his hair down. It reminded him of the sea.
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  59. You: It took only a fleeting moment until the realisation lit up in Hanzo's eyes. "Were you jealous of that American this entire time? Genji..." And all this time, he genuinely did believe that Genji simply didn't approve of the fact that the American was a foreigner and a sloppy kisser. To think that Genji was envious of him instead, and bitter enough to scorn a man he never even met before... It would have made Hanzo laugh if it didn't concern him so much. When Genji kissed him again, he was stiff for a moment, refusing to return it. Eventually, he thawed and found himself tentatively kissing back, as if this was his first forbidden kiss all over again. "His name," he murmured hoarsely when the kiss ended. He flickered his dark eyes up, watching Genji with a loose strand of his hair over his face. "Was Jesse. He stays in the hotel near the arcade you like so much."
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  61. Stranger: Genji wasn't shy when he pushed the stray strand of hair behind his anija's ear. He gave him an unimpressed look. "Jesse?" He bit his lip and tilted his head. Had he met this mystery man? ….Why did he care if he had? "Anija. I don't care." He sat up and away from Hanzo's embrace, then shook himself out, as if trying to wake up from a dream. But with the injured look he sent over his shoulder at Hanzo he had figured out this wasn't a dream. Here they were, kissing on Hanzo's fucking /bed/ and all he could think about was some stupid foreigner? He just had to laugh. A soft, humorless thing. This was wonderful and a damn nightmare. "If only I could make you forget about him." His words were as rueful as the smile that curled over his lips. If Genji was good at one thing it would be sex; but he already felt like he'd pushed Hanzo into this- he had only kissed him when he initiated it first. Maybe he was just humoring him. "I'd wadger my cock is bigger then his in any case. They may be big in America, sure, but they are cut and not half as good as mine is. I know how to use it. I doubt he does, if he kisses you like that."
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  63. You: Hanzo blinked at his brother when he sat up. Genji went from burrowing into his shoulder and being so needy for his attention, to being cold and distant. As he watched him, he propped himself up on his elbows and let his hair tumble over his shoulders. Maybe he struck a chord, mentioning Jesse in such an intimate moment. Maybe Genji was simply more jealous of a person than Hanzo ever expected from him. After all, he never seemed to care for the nameless dates he would fool around with for one night, so why would he suddenly care for his brother? Genji had him stiffening with his shameless remark. "You are so... vulgar!" He kicked at Genji's foot and blushed hard. The last thing he wanted was to imagine how /well-endowed/ Jesse was, much less compared to his little brother. "You speak as though I will definitely sleep with him, when I am not even sure if I will ever see him again! I did not even touch him /there/ when we were kissing. Besides." He feigned a glare. "They say that size does not matter."
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  65. Stranger: Genji may be in a sour mood but he did laugh like a little hyena when Hanzo kicked at him. Making his brother blush and squawk was one of his favorite past times. But he quickly sobered up to the irritated younger brother once again. They really needed to straighten this- out. To know if Hanzo was just- humoring him or if he'd let him prove his worth. He felt like some competing tiger for a mate but yes, he would fight if he had to. "Oh, my ocean, size most defiantly matters. You don't know because you are a virgin, but if you can fit a man's whole length in your palm? It won't give you any pleasure. However; tits? Size doesn't matter then. But this isn't the discussion we are having... Or should be having." Genji hated getting serious with the rest of them, but he needed to know. He straddled himself on Hanzo's lap once again and pushed his brother's chest down. "I want you like no brother should. I /love/ you like no brother should. I know it's bad, but the kisses we shared- are you just humoring me or do you feel it to? Be honest with me- I promise I'll--if this is one sided I will pretend like nothing ever happened. I will go out tonight like I always do, and come back around the time I always do." Drunk and high out of his mind. "We can- ignore. This."
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  67. You: If looks could kill. Hanzo was scandalised, hearing his baby brother talk to him about sex and size as if he was one of his boorish friends at the nightclubs, who only knew how to jeer at pretty girls and talk coarsely about their breasts. He would never stand for that. He gritted his teeth when Genji loomed over again. Not that his anger could last long, when Genji was speaking things of great seriousness. Hanzo hesitated. What could he say? It would be wrong of him to admit that, yes, he did think about the possibilities that could happen if he had reciprocated Genji's cheeky touches and his casual flattery. No older sibling should ever think that of their little baby brother. "Genji, you know that I cannot say--" Footsteps outside his door had him freezing. He rapidly pressed his palm against Genji's mouth to silence him and strained to hear whoever was outside. It was a guard, he recognised, patrolling around their wing. Soon, the heavy steps of boots faded away. Hanzo didn't move for a while after, too afraid to make a sound until he was certain that they were alone. He let out a sigh of relief and fell back onto the bed. "... I think you know that this is not entirely one-sided," he muttered, shamefully looking to the side. "You were always worming your way into my affections and my heart. But it is wrong for me to admit that. I am not supposed to feel that way for anyone, let alone my own brother."
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  69. Stranger: "Is it wrong for me to think this could be one sided when you talk about you American and refuse to invite anymore kisses or affection?" Genji was hurt, sure. He was jealous and protective. How dare someone kiss Hanzo? Flirt with him? They probably knew who he was and just wanted something from him. Money, drugs, power, information an blackmail and-They could have taken Hanzo from him. His older brother. The calming rain to his scorching sun. He butted his head against Hanzo's shoulder achingly gently, as if he were some tame house cat. Hanzo made him feel that way, safe, even if he wanted to be the one to protect his brother's honor. He laid on his side and slung his arms over Hanzo's plush chest and shoulders. There. This is what he'd needed for days. Not the roaming mouths and fingers of clumsy strangers but Hanzo's warmth. "If- this is wrong, why haven't our dragons put a stop to this? Soba could have easily pulled me away from your mouth." And then he passed again as he heard footsteps. Lighter ones. Either one of the many visitors or one of the Elders heading further down to the tea room. He chuckled softly once the footsteps had subsided. "...As I was saying, if this is wrong I implore your dragons, and mine, to strike me down and send me away never, ever to kiss my beautiful brother again." He paused for dramatic affect with one brow raised in amusement. Soba, his own dragon, stirred inside him, but all he got from her sleepy roll inside his soul was her own mirror of amusement. She, like him, was uncaring of the preconceived human boundaries of blood binding brothers.
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  71. You: "Our dragons don't even know what a kiss is, let alone the rights and wrongs of brothers kissing each other!" Hanzo was tense after the second set of footsteps. How many people had to pass by his room? The worst case scenario would be if their own father ambled past his door and heard their hushed back-and-forths about mysterious, romantic Americans and 'brotherly' affection. He really should ask to have his room moved to a wing more peaceful and secluded, under the guise of wanting to study somewhere quiet. He gave Genji an unimpressed look when he challenged him, not rising to it for once. "You also know that my dragons would never hurt you, idiot. They care for you and your own dragon, as unruly as she is, as if you were one of their own." They stirred inside of him as they always did whenever Hanzo referred to them, but they soon slipped back into their slumber when they realised that there was no threat. "They are more likely to strike the American down than you, no matter what you do."
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  73. Stranger: "Then why should we care about what anyone else should think? If we ourselves are allowed the power of the dragons, if they are attached to our souls, why don't we pass judgment like we do? They don't care, they are above such things, so why not us? Now I', not saying we should tell father or-anyone, but...I want this. I want you." Now his owlish eyes were back to Hanzo's face, searching his regal features for...something. Whatever it was he seemed to find it in the eyes of his older brother. He dipped his face the way a lover might, Tender and almost worshipful. He drew his thumb down his lips, tracing how they curved and pouted. Hanzo was gorgeous, but Genji wasn't after an easy lay with a pretty face. He could get that anywhere. He was notorious in Hanumura after all...but, no. Not when he could possibly.. have Hanzo. Maybe.
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  75. You: Hanzo hesitated. He stared up at Genji as he mulled over their options. Suddenly their future was a lot less clear and a lot wider. There was a burst of new possibilities, new secrets and paths that they could build for themselves... but should they? "Genji, listen to yourself," he told his brother, lecturing him as he always did. He held onto Genji's wrist to keep his hand still, needing him to see how stern he was. His lips brushed against Genji's thumb as he spoke, like he was brushing a little pattern of kisses. "You speak as though I am simply some outsider of the clan that you should not be meddling with. But I am your brother. What if our father stumbles upon us someday? Or the elders? They would flay us alive. And how do you know you will not be bored after one week of... of whatever you foresee for us together? Are you willing to risk it?"
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  77. Stranger: Genji, had this been any other sort of lecture, would have simply tossed a laugh off his shoulder and then done whatever thing Hanzo was warning him against- and then promptly face his punishment incase he was caught. But now? He knew how serious this was, how much trouble they could put themselves in. "Anija- what I say may be-..morbid but-," He did tug his wrist away then, but only so he could rest his palm flat against Hanzo's chest, over the tattoos thrumming with the promise of power. "Father and the elders...will not live forever. Soon you will be the head of the empire. You can do whatever you want. We need not flaunt it still then but...It wouldn't matter as much...." As for him growing bored? /Bored?/ This wasn't just some thrill to him. "I know I won't grow bored because I seek you in strangers. Why do you think everyone I get caught with usually have long, black hair and regal features? I only grew bored of them because they were not you."
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  79. You: "Do not speak so carelessly about our elders and our father! You are fortunate they did not hear you." Hanzo wasn't convinced anyway. Since he was raised under the elders' strict rule the moment he could walk, a part of him believed that they would always be there forever, looming over his head like a blade. They would shape his life forever, even when he will eventually become the leader. His brows furrowed when Genji told him the secret to his fondness of long, black hair. Was it really him that Genji had been looking for in all those women and men? All those nameless dates, he was thinking of his brother? "And I thought it was because Hanamura could not offer you much diversity in your choices," he replied dryly, trying not to sound flustered. He bit on his tongue as he dared to imagine Genji and his dirty adventures. "Do you pretend that they are me when you are fooling around with them? Just how much have you fantasised of me?"
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  81. Stranger: "Oh please, if they could have striken me down there is no doubt they would have found some sort of way to do it now. I expect they are scheming a way of getting rid of me." As if to comfort himself he nosed under his brother's neck and placed some gentle kisses there. Now that he could he found it hard to want to stop, even if Hanzo might grow tired of it and shove him away. He wouldn't blame him, truly. "As for Hanumura- there are many different people to choose from. I am not the only one that dyes my hair, nor wears it short or shaved completely, I thought I was being stupidly obvious." Yes he slept with heart any and wasn't too picky, but his favorites were always the ones with high cheekbones and long black hair. "As for when I am with them...Perhaps." Yes. Even when he was alone with his fist wrapped around his cock and eyes tightly shut. "How much have I fantasized? Mmm, I can't say I'm unaffected by ...you, but don't act like you haven't fantasied, even if it wasn't about me. The mind likes what it likes. "
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  83. You: Hanzo tilted his head to the side, yielding for Genji's neck kisses without protest. He was still sensitive to the slightest kiss. Hardly anyone had touched him in such a way, and he could still remember the way he squirmed against Jesse when the cowboy dipped his head down to kiss at his throat. He wondered if the tiny mark he left (which he was careful to conceal with his hair or clothes) was still there. He sighed when Genji kissed over some particularly sensitive spots and bared his neck some more, trying not to feely guilty for having his brother kiss him like this. It was hard to forget that this was his little brother on top of him. "I do not fantasise," he insisted, closing his eyes to hide his lie better. "I have too much restraint and discipline to let my mind wander like that. I do not even wish to know the most depraved thing you have ever imagined."
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  85. Stranger: "Liar." Genji breathed feather light onto Hanzo's skin like a lover's caress. Hanzo had a good poker face, he was a good liar- but Genji had spent his whole life with him, he should be able to tell when he was fibbing- especially with his lips pressed to his pulse point. His father had always said that someone's pulse began to race whenever they did lie...or maybe it was just because of the kisses he'd been giving Hanzo. Whatever the case Genji himself was stopping once he found It. The mark. The mark the stupid American had given Hanzo and-he growled, low and mean in his throat. He was like an untamed animal, finding his mate had been 'loved on' by some challenger. That won't do. He laved his tongue over the mark and sucked a bigger, darker one on Hanzo's neck just to mark who he really belonged to. There. "Mine."
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  87. You: "I am not lying," Hanzo gritted out through his teeth. He never stood for being called a liar, especially when it was about something as secret and shameful as dirty fantasies. Such things should be kept private, as far as he was concerned. Especially since he was a yakuza prince who was supposed to be too elegant and proper to have such thoughts. His pulse was beating harder, slower, when Genji kissed over the sensitive skin of his neck. He really was hypersensitive to the slightest touch of lips there, to the point where he was ticklish to a brush of fingertips. When Genji suddenly sucked on his neck, he squawked and jerked back. "Genji, Genji," he hissed, lightly but frantically hitting his brother on the shoulder. "Don't, I won't be able to hide it!" The sensation was far too much for someone relatively untouched like him. He squeezed his eyes shut and flopped against the bed once Genji was satisfied. He groaned softly. "You are incorrigible..."
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  89. Stranger: Genji yelped like he'd been a cat squirted with water for misbehaving at the hits he had to his shoulder. He did, however, grin his lopsided little grin once he found the state he had left him in. "You are a liar. You think dirty things. You haven't even let someone touch you, mark you up. We could just tell them we were sparring and I bruised you..but you'd have to give me some bruises yourself.'' And by the tone of voice he obviously didn't mind the sound of that. "But anija...Won't you let me have you? I can make you forget all about the American I promise. Let me touch you, tell me what you've thought about and I can make it real. Please?"
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  91. Stranger: *The mere thought of being the one to take Hanzo's- his /virginity/ had Genji's cock switching in the confines of his street clothes. He would have Hanzo like nodboy else had. He'd be able to make his older brother feel good. Even if- even if he turned around and decided he didn't want to be with Genji anymore like how no brother's ever should he could still have this. He could still have this night. "Please."
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  93. You: "I am not leaving such marks on you," insisted Hanzo. It was already shameful for him as the eldest to kiss back and to admit that he ever felt a forbidden longing for his little brother. His sweet baby brother - although he wasn't such a sweet baby anymore. No. Genji was grown up now, and he was wild and cheeky and wolfish. Untameable, as their father would often call him. Hanzo sighed and lightly touched the mark that Genji left on his neck, his skin hypersensitive where Genji sucked. It felt... good. Too good. All hot and wet and so close, that Hanzo could hear the sucking sounds that Genji made as he worked that bruise into him. The request for more was dancing on the tip of his tongue. Genji was asking him so sweetly that it was calling to the softer side of Hanzo. The side that could never say no to his brother. "Genji - think about what you are asking for. Think very, very carefully." He chewed on his lip. He reached up to cup Genji's cheek. "Are you certain you wish for something like that with /me/? It is so forbidden. What if we are caught?"
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  95. Stranger: And how happily Genji leaned back into the hand that was offered to him. Once again a cat seeking any and all affection from his brother that could possibly be offered as if it would make up for all the years they were forced to act grown up, when all he wanted to do was cling to his anija like he used to. But he could cling now, and he certainly did. "Hanzo. I know what I'm asking of you, and I know the risks. We will have to..be quiet." He could gag Hanzo if need be. And oh he enjoyed the sound of that but- he also wanted to be able to hear him, what noises he might make in the heat of it all. "We could lock your door, simply say we...once again were sparring but--anija, everyone is busy with their own work. We won't get caught." He'd brought some partners to his bed many a time and he hadn't been caught- but he didn't think it wise to say any of that being in Hanzo's bed. It didn't seem polite. "All you have to do is tell me some fantasies and I will make them real. I promise you that. Anything. Just let me fuck you. Please I-I'll," A pause, a grimace, "I'll even let you fuck me, if that's what you really want. Just let me touch you."
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  97. You: Hanzo was hesitant. He glanced over at the door, which was flimsy and made out of only wood and paper. At least it wasn't thin enough to be transparent. The last thing he needed was a handmaiden seeing the silhouettes of the Shimada brothers, laying with one another in a bed. He would have to be quiet too... Could Genji himself keep quiet? Wait, was he really considering this? "Genji, it is dangerous," he sighed. "And it is so soon... are you sure you wish to do this with me already?" He looked back up at his brother and caught that grimace that flitted across his face. Did he not enjoy being taken? Hanzo was not surprised to see that his brother enjoyed taking others. Always trying to clamour for the upper hand and to please. He looked so desperate to touch Hanzo, like they may never have this chance again. As if Jesse would find him once more and steal his virginity before he could ever give it to Genji. He chewed on his lip for a long moment, trying to think it over. Trying to decide between his righteousness or his heart. Eventually, unable to meet Genji's eyes, he took his brother's hand and shyly slipped it under the folds of his robe, letting him feel the bare skin of his chest underneath.
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  99. Stranger: Genji looked like he had just been offered the moon and the stars. His lips parted and a small noise of awe left his lungs. It was such a small gesture but already he could feel his need pooling low in his gut, his pants just a bit too tight- all over touching a bit of his brother's chest. He shivered. But oh Hanzo had such a wonderful chest, how many times had he caught himself staring, of wishing he could fondle and kiss and bruise? Too, too many times. Genji let his head tip forward, his shoulders hunch and lips part as he explored. He opened the robe carefully, as if pulling a sheet off to reveal precious jewels underneath. "Hanzo, I...You're gorgeous." He exposed both of his brother's pecs and groaned because he was finally allowed to...touch. His palms cupped his anija's pecs and fondled them much like tits, gently and with care, kneading them and deftly rolling his pink nipples with his careful thumbs. If Hanzo only allowed him at his chest for today he would still be able to die happy. "Oh anija…"
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  101. You: They really were doing this. It was too late to even think about turning back, wasn't it? Once the fire was kindled, there was no stifling it. Hanzo could barely breathe as Genji touched him in a way that no one has before, not even Jesse when they were sneakily kissing in some alleyway. He felt exposed like this. Like a gift that Genji was unwrapping to gawk at and to explore. His stomach was twisting in knots as he let his brother touch him like a lover. He could feel himself getting hard, heat pooling there. He sucked in some air sharply when Genji found his nipples and thumbed at them, stirring something hot and urgent inside of him. Not even Hanzo himself had ever played with himself there during the rare, rare times he would touch himself. "Genji..." He ran his hands down his brother's sides and rested them on his hips. "Tell me," he whispered. He leaned up to brush his lips against the corner of Genji's mouth. "Tell me how much you want to take from me."
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  103. Stranger: He jolted like he'd been shot in the gut. Hanzo had kissed the corner of his mouth that was the-first time he'd-- tat Hanzo had seemed a kiss out--. He felt so overwhelmed he might just burst into tears but oh- oh this was good he- he let out a breath that shook like tree limbs in the wake of a storm. He moved his head forward to fully, fully capture his brother's lips in a kiss full of absolute need and want and desire and everything he tried to keep neatly tucked away for years. "I want everything." Genji stuttered against lips that tasted too, too good to be true. That tasted like everything he could want. Why bother with liquor, with drugs, why bother with the lips of strangers when he could have this? When he could have-"Hanzo," It was a gasp as he moved backward to line their cocks up, both too entirely clothed but he was worked too much into a frenzy to try to right his mind right now. All he wanted to do was rut like some wolf in need to Mount and mate and fuck. He moved his hips forward to grind, slow and careful against his brother's clothed cock. This was past the point where they could forget like nothing happened. "I want all of you."
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  105. You: Never had Hanzo ever had an experience like this before. No one had ever dared to rut against the young heir like this. It had his cock stiffening some more in his underwear, tenting against his flimsy robe, and he jerked his hips up helplessly. His head was dizzying after that fiery kiss that Genji stole from him. The touching, the heated way his brother said his name- it was all dizzying him. It consumed him like a flame and had his walls crashing down. Genji sounded just as affected. Hanzo was so sensitive that rutting his cock against Genji's had him moaning at a dangerous pitch. At that moment, he wanted nothing, no one more than he wanted Genji. Any thoughts about Jesse and his sugary voice faded away, replaced by Genji and his slow grinding. Hanzo was already quivering for more. "Everything," he repeated drunkenly. He licked his lips and surged in for another fiery kiss, not caring about breathing for the moment. Maybe they were always destined to end up like this. "Take it," he gasped softly. "Take it all. I need you to take me - I need you."
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  107. Stranger: They were destined to end up like this. It was fate. Their dragons, the allure of Hanzo maybe it was all fixed -- maybe in some odd way their souls were meant for this. If not, why did it feel so good? Why did it feel like he'd been submerged underwater and this is what breathing finally felt like? And then Hanzo was- Hanzo said he-- wanted-- he- kissed back just as good as he got it. It was Hanzo's second kiss he'd been the one to steal from Genji and he'd give him a million hundred more he vowed from this day on. He needed to have Hanzo like this at least every night. As long as he would let him. It felt right. It felt /good/. He could well and truly sob now with how much he needed this. He moved away from his brother only to strip himself of the T-shirt and pants, and then finally his boxers. His cock was hard and flushed and, as ne could easily see, pierced. A ladder set, to be exact. One didn't have to be shy with the brother he used to bathe with regularly. But now it was Hanzo's turn. "Off." He didn't wait for his anija to comply. He untied Hanzo's robes and took a moment to appreciate his now bared abdomen. Toned just like Genji's was from hours of grueling training. He well and truly could have just came right there had he not the willpower to continue. Now was Hanzo's underwear. He cupped the bulge there through the cloth gently, giving Hanzo one last escape, one last out to say no, he didn't want this.
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  109. You: Hanzo could only stop and stare as Genji undressed. Not just at his bare, perfect skin - but the /piercings/. Obscene and yet so striking. It demanded attention. His jaw hung as he took it in, feeling more scandalised as he took in the neat set of piercings that lined his cock. "Genji-- when did you even get those?" He was stumbling over his words. Where Genji was more confident, he was more nervous. Fumbling. He stripped himself of his clothes clumsily, grateful that Genji was helping with tugging his own traditional clothes off. Already he felt so bare. Never did he ever bare himself this much for another before. The only time he had let others see his bare skin was when they went to hot springs. He stiffened when Genji cupped the bulge of his cock through his underwear, hyperfocused on the touch. His heart was racing, his skin was starting to sweat. "Genji," he stuttered. His hand snaked down to rest over Genji's, giving it a squeeze, and then shooed it away. After hesitating for a moment, he took a deep breath and made the leap of faith: he rolled his underwear down, much like a bride's garter. His own cock was just as flushed as Genji's and he could come from a few strokes, he was that needy. Shyly, he wrapped his hand around his cock to give it a few pumps and also to hide it, barely able to meet his brother in the eyes. "Do not stare..."
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  111. Stranger: Genji had the decency to flush and duck his head when Hanzo gestured to his piercings. "Ah...the first night I ever slipped out, actually. Someone bet I wouldn't do it, as I was...Not yet understanding of the 'scene' or whatever. Showed them." But he was soon rendered speechless once Hanzo uncovered himself. Ah...He was stunning. Everything he could have wanted. He was lovely, beyond gorgeous. "How can I help staring when you are so...stunning?" He was-- his past...escapades were nothing compared to Hanzo. Nothing to his stunning form nor his exquisite beauty- he could drive a greater man to poetry. When Hanzo pumped his cock Genji whined. It was.. a bit smaller then his own cock, so with a hand covering it he was just as needy to get close..to touch. He reached out and let pre help his finger map out the tip of Hanzo's cock, feel against the glands and the slit. Oh he was lovely. Absolutely so. "Anija...I- please tell me we could have more then one round? I don't know if I would be able to hold out for too long with you like this."
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  113. You: Hanzo had completely let go of his inhibitions and was jumping into the deep end with this forbidden romance. He was riled up already, needy and hot to the touch as if Genji had already been fucking him for hours. He chewed on his lip and groaned as he pumped himself with his hand. Somewhere, Genji's remark about a man's cock filling one's palm lingered in his fogged mind, and he wanted to turn away to hide himself. He snuck another glance at Genji's pierced cock, feeling a little nervous as he took in the size. Well, more than a little. No wonder Genji was so confident that his would trump Jesse's. "How is it fair that we are brothers, and yet we are not the same size?" he complained. "Hardly fair that my younger is more endowed than I am..." He squirmed further up to rest his head on the pillows and jerked himself off some more, feeling completely bare for his eyes to see. He was already starting to pant gently, and the air was getting warm. Would his windows fog up with steam? Would guards outside think that the young heir was getting up to fun by himself? "I do not know if I could even last one round, Genji... or if you would even fit inside of me."
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