[fic] genome - angelo
title: genome
band: angelo (& some micro head 4ns/d'espairsray)
pairing: kirito & kohta | kirito & kohta & karyu (a little zero & tsukasa)
rating: leaning on R
warning: incest. incest. incest. incest. don't say i didn't warn you.
summary: Karyu notices something a little off about his bandmates' relationship.
note: throw me away, i am trash.
(prologue)It's a night change, Kohta thinks, they can only descend into this wretched fantasy in the dark. He watches Kirito undress from the hallway of their shared apartment, just a few feet from the half closed door. A t-shirt joins the jacket and shoes on the floor- and Kohta holds his breath when Kirito goes to work on his belt, which also ends up on the growing pile.
"Are you coming in?"
Kohta releases the breath slowly and takes the plunge, crosses the threshold between solid and liquid. His hands fit perfectly on Kirito's hips, his calloused fingers brush along his skin. He knows this body better than his own.
The silent bell tower tolls and the witching hour is open them. The blood in their veins turns to water and they writhe together, twisting desperately against one another until the moon completes its revolution in the sky.
When the sun rises, Kohta slips from their bed like a ghost, and becomes brother once again.
(one)
"I swear, I'm not lying," Karyu insists around a mouthful of crackers. He's too drunk to care about calories, and definitely too drunk to stand up from the kitchen floor. "They're fucking."
The night has been a long one- he'd dropped in on Tsukasa and Zero out of sentiment and stayed after the third bottle of wine loosened his tongue enough to gossip about his newest endeavor with Angelo. The thought of something as scandalous as incest was enough to pique Zero's interest, and so Karyu was allowed to stay.
And now it's late, so late that it could almost be considered early, and the three of them sprawl out in Tsukasa's kitchen attempting to sober up a bit before bed.
"Even if that was true, I don't think they'd like it getting around," Tsukasa says, ever the voice of reason. He, for reasons unknown to Karyu, seems opposed to the idea of meddling. That's what he calls it, meddling.
"I bet I can prove it," Karyu says, pausing to swallow. He entertains the notion of washing it down with the half drunk beer at his side and the thought makes his stomach turn. Another cracker finds its way into his mouth and Tsukasa rolls his eyes. "I'm pretty sure Kirito wants to fuck me already, I'll just tell him I've got a sibling fantasy or something."
"If they're fucking for real, I'll suck your dick, if Tsukasa's okay with it," Zero offers. His voice sounds distorted from where he's leaning over the counter. He's got his head in the sink, presumably because he was going to drink water direct from the tap, and somewhere along the way he just decided to stay there.
Tsukasa, naturally, remains entirely unamused. "No, Zero, I am not okay with it."
Zero takes a long drink from the sink and straightens up with the careful sluggishness of someone not quite planted on the earth. Even standing still, he leans a bit to the side with a goofy grin.
"Are you jealous because I suggested it? Did you want me to-"
"Don't finish that thought," Tsukasa cuts him off. "The only thing I want right now is the both of you out of my kitchen and into bed, preferably with your clothes on."
"You're no fun. Zero what-"
"It smelled nice," Zero mumbles, holding the hand lotion Tsukasa keeps by the sink with the contents mostly spilled out on his other hand. "It's like almonds. Is it almonds? I can't read French."
"It's not French, it's Italian. Italiano," Karyu offers, finally able to hoist himself up off the floor. He presses himself tight in against Zero's back, mouth pressing against his shoulder in a wet kiss. "I'll give you all the dirty details, even if your grumpy boyfriend doesn't let us fuck around."
Tsukasa eventually manages to steer them in the direction of his bedroom, once the sun is already starting to rise.
(& then)
"Hey, are you dating anyone?" Karyu asks one morning. His question falls on seemingly deaf ears.
After practice, Takeo lingers about while Karyu puts away his equipment.
"Kirito hasn't dated anyone seriously since Pierrot," he says. "If you're thinking about sleeping with him, that's fine, but don't expect anything serious."
(& then)
Karyu starts getting close to Kirito. Really close. During rehearsals, he bares his neck when Kirito's nearby, an invitation for fanservice, except it isn't really fanservice because no one is there to see it but them. The day he drops to his knees and croons, looking past Kirito to make eye contact with Kohta. He doesn't expect the anger he sees there.
After rehearsal, Karyu finds himself cornered once again. This time, at least, he's prepared for it.
"Is there something going on here that I don't know about?" Kohta asks. "Karyu, what the fuck?"
"I wanna fuck your brother," he says. Kohta looks relieved, but it's short lived when Karyu continues. "And I wanna fuck you too."
Kohta blanches and Karyu takes advantage of his surprise- his fingers brush along Kohta's wrists and he coaxes them to his hips. He doesn't use a lot of pressure, isn't rough, he just holds them there while he leans down and mouths at Kohta's neck until he feels Kohta's grip tighten.
"I want your brother to fuck me while I suck you off," Karyu says, tongue darting out to trace the curve of Kohta's ear. "I wanna see you come while watching your brother pound into me."
He presses his thigh between Kohta's legs and feels the hardness there and it breaks the spell- Kohta pulls away and escapes out the door before Karyu can do anything more.
(two)
"I was right," Karyu says, sighing as Zero combs his fingers through his unruly hair. "Even if they aren't fucking, Kohta definitely wants to bone his brother."
"You really need to stop," Tsukasa says with the tone of someone about to give up. "You're invading their privacy, Karyu."
Zero scratches softly at the back of Karyu's head and Karyu coos.
"I think you should fuck them," Zero says. "Kirito seems like he'd be a fucking freak in bed."
Tsukasa presses one hand to his face and sighs.
(& then)
What Karyu absolutely does not expect is for Kirito to be the one to approach him.
"My brother's never been able to keep secrets from me," he opens the conversation as if they've already been talking. "Did you enjoy shaking him up? Is this your idea of a joke?"
Karyu feels inexplicably nervous, he's never felt this kind of vibe from Kirto before, like he's become a dangerous animal with his teeth bared, claws ready to strike.
"You want the truth?"
"Kindly."
"I wasn't joking." Karyu sees something flicker in Kirito's eyes, a veiled sort of violence. "Whatever he said, it was true."
"Is that all?"
Kirito's hold on Karyu's forearm is tight, fingers digging in painfully. Karyu imagines bruises forming, imagines that if he got angry enough, Kirito could break skin and bones, he's the sort of person that might kill for sport.
"I want to go to bed with you and your brother."
Kirito releases him instantly, shakes his hand like it's covered in spiders. Venomous.
"So? What? You have some kind of sick kink? You wanna use us to get off?"
Karyu takes a leap-
"I'm willing to bet you guys are already fucking, you hide it well, but Kohta gave himself away when he started getting jealous. He doesn't like it when people touch you. Is that why you don't date?"
Kirito's hand moves faster than Karyu can register. He doesn't realize he's been struck until his head whips to the side and he traces his lip with his tongue to find blood.
"I bet Kohta sent you to make sure I was serious," Karyu ventures. "He wants to do it, doesn't he? You've both kept this a secret for so long that you need some kind of reassurance. I can give you that."
"Shut your fucking mouth," Kirito hisses, "You don't know anything about us."
(& then)
"And that's why your lip is swollen?"
"Moreso than usual," Tsukasa interjects. "You've always had a bit of a.. ah, fat lip."
"Shut up. But yes. I'm surprised he didn't do worse, actually."
"What happened next?"
(three)
Kohta, strangely, is the most relaxed about the entire ordeal. Karyu keeps expecting to walk into a trap, keeps thinking that Kirito's going to spring a gun on him or something. And Kirito himself looks like a mess, completely out of his element, like he's going to crawl out of his own skin.
"Shinya," Kohta says, pulling his older brother close, so their foreheads touch. "Look at me."
Karyu isn't prepared for them to kiss, somehow he imagined them fucking, but never gave a second thought to any actual intimacy between them. Kirito all but melts into his brother, sighing softly as Kohta coaxes his mouth open and Karyu can see Kohta claiming his mouth with his tongue.
He can't deny that it gets him all hot and bothered. He hadn't been lying when he said he'd be interested in fucking Kirito but this- this is even better.
Kohta pulls away and whispers something too quiet for Karyu to hear, and then both brothers face him.
"Last chance," Kohta says breathlessly.
Karyu grins wickedly, with more confidence than he feels.
(& then)
By this time, even Tsukasa is sitting on the edge of his seat.
"You did it then? You fucked them?"
Karyu laughs, "What happened to respecting their privacy? Yeah, I fucked them. Well, Kirito fucked me, and then he fucked Kohta while I watched, and then they kicked me out. I didn't even get off, actually- I think Kohta was too jealous of sharing him to begin with."
Zero leans back in his armchair, stunned.
"You lucky fuck," he breathes. "I guess this means I owe you a blowjob."
"I don't think so," Tsukasa snorts into his drink. "This is one home you are not wrecking, Karyu. Find your own boyfriend."
Karyu pouts. "You never minded before."
"We were in the same band then, things are different now. And besides, you can always just go back to Kirito and convince him to blow you, as long as you don't tell his brother."
Karyu curls further into his side of the couch and takes a long sip of his beer. Next time, he hopes, maybe he'll get by without the split lip.
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band: angelo (& some micro head 4ns/d'espairsray)
pairing: kirito & kohta | kirito & kohta & karyu (a little zero & tsukasa)
rating: leaning on R
warning: incest. incest. incest. incest. don't say i didn't warn you.
summary: Karyu notices something a little off about his bandmates' relationship.
note: throw me away, i am trash.
(prologue)It's a night change, Kohta thinks, they can only descend into this wretched fantasy in the dark. He watches Kirito undress from the hallway of their shared apartment, just a few feet from the half closed door. A t-shirt joins the jacket and shoes on the floor- and Kohta holds his breath when Kirito goes to work on his belt, which also ends up on the growing pile.
"Are you coming in?"
Kohta releases the breath slowly and takes the plunge, crosses the threshold between solid and liquid. His hands fit perfectly on Kirito's hips, his calloused fingers brush along his skin. He knows this body better than his own.
The silent bell tower tolls and the witching hour is open them. The blood in their veins turns to water and they writhe together, twisting desperately against one another until the moon completes its revolution in the sky.
When the sun rises, Kohta slips from their bed like a ghost, and becomes brother once again.
(one)
"I swear, I'm not lying," Karyu insists around a mouthful of crackers. He's too drunk to care about calories, and definitely too drunk to stand up from the kitchen floor. "They're fucking."
The night has been a long one- he'd dropped in on Tsukasa and Zero out of sentiment and stayed after the third bottle of wine loosened his tongue enough to gossip about his newest endeavor with Angelo. The thought of something as scandalous as incest was enough to pique Zero's interest, and so Karyu was allowed to stay.
And now it's late, so late that it could almost be considered early, and the three of them sprawl out in Tsukasa's kitchen attempting to sober up a bit before bed.
"Even if that was true, I don't think they'd like it getting around," Tsukasa says, ever the voice of reason. He, for reasons unknown to Karyu, seems opposed to the idea of meddling. That's what he calls it, meddling.
"I bet I can prove it," Karyu says, pausing to swallow. He entertains the notion of washing it down with the half drunk beer at his side and the thought makes his stomach turn. Another cracker finds its way into his mouth and Tsukasa rolls his eyes. "I'm pretty sure Kirito wants to fuck me already, I'll just tell him I've got a sibling fantasy or something."
"If they're fucking for real, I'll suck your dick, if Tsukasa's okay with it," Zero offers. His voice sounds distorted from where he's leaning over the counter. He's got his head in the sink, presumably because he was going to drink water direct from the tap, and somewhere along the way he just decided to stay there.
Tsukasa, naturally, remains entirely unamused. "No, Zero, I am not okay with it."
Zero takes a long drink from the sink and straightens up with the careful sluggishness of someone not quite planted on the earth. Even standing still, he leans a bit to the side with a goofy grin.
"Are you jealous because I suggested it? Did you want me to-"
"Don't finish that thought," Tsukasa cuts him off. "The only thing I want right now is the both of you out of my kitchen and into bed, preferably with your clothes on."
"You're no fun. Zero what-"
"It smelled nice," Zero mumbles, holding the hand lotion Tsukasa keeps by the sink with the contents mostly spilled out on his other hand. "It's like almonds. Is it almonds? I can't read French."
"It's not French, it's Italian. Italiano," Karyu offers, finally able to hoist himself up off the floor. He presses himself tight in against Zero's back, mouth pressing against his shoulder in a wet kiss. "I'll give you all the dirty details, even if your grumpy boyfriend doesn't let us fuck around."
Tsukasa eventually manages to steer them in the direction of his bedroom, once the sun is already starting to rise.
(& then)
"Hey, are you dating anyone?" Karyu asks one morning. His question falls on seemingly deaf ears.
After practice, Takeo lingers about while Karyu puts away his equipment.
"Kirito hasn't dated anyone seriously since Pierrot," he says. "If you're thinking about sleeping with him, that's fine, but don't expect anything serious."
(& then)
Karyu starts getting close to Kirito. Really close. During rehearsals, he bares his neck when Kirito's nearby, an invitation for fanservice, except it isn't really fanservice because no one is there to see it but them. The day he drops to his knees and croons, looking past Kirito to make eye contact with Kohta. He doesn't expect the anger he sees there.
After rehearsal, Karyu finds himself cornered once again. This time, at least, he's prepared for it.
"Is there something going on here that I don't know about?" Kohta asks. "Karyu, what the fuck?"
"I wanna fuck your brother," he says. Kohta looks relieved, but it's short lived when Karyu continues. "And I wanna fuck you too."
Kohta blanches and Karyu takes advantage of his surprise- his fingers brush along Kohta's wrists and he coaxes them to his hips. He doesn't use a lot of pressure, isn't rough, he just holds them there while he leans down and mouths at Kohta's neck until he feels Kohta's grip tighten.
"I want your brother to fuck me while I suck you off," Karyu says, tongue darting out to trace the curve of Kohta's ear. "I wanna see you come while watching your brother pound into me."
He presses his thigh between Kohta's legs and feels the hardness there and it breaks the spell- Kohta pulls away and escapes out the door before Karyu can do anything more.
(two)
"I was right," Karyu says, sighing as Zero combs his fingers through his unruly hair. "Even if they aren't fucking, Kohta definitely wants to bone his brother."
"You really need to stop," Tsukasa says with the tone of someone about to give up. "You're invading their privacy, Karyu."
Zero scratches softly at the back of Karyu's head and Karyu coos.
"I think you should fuck them," Zero says. "Kirito seems like he'd be a fucking freak in bed."
Tsukasa presses one hand to his face and sighs.
(& then)
What Karyu absolutely does not expect is for Kirito to be the one to approach him.
"My brother's never been able to keep secrets from me," he opens the conversation as if they've already been talking. "Did you enjoy shaking him up? Is this your idea of a joke?"
Karyu feels inexplicably nervous, he's never felt this kind of vibe from Kirto before, like he's become a dangerous animal with his teeth bared, claws ready to strike.
"You want the truth?"
"Kindly."
"I wasn't joking." Karyu sees something flicker in Kirito's eyes, a veiled sort of violence. "Whatever he said, it was true."
"Is that all?"
Kirito's hold on Karyu's forearm is tight, fingers digging in painfully. Karyu imagines bruises forming, imagines that if he got angry enough, Kirito could break skin and bones, he's the sort of person that might kill for sport.
"I want to go to bed with you and your brother."
Kirito releases him instantly, shakes his hand like it's covered in spiders. Venomous.
"So? What? You have some kind of sick kink? You wanna use us to get off?"
Karyu takes a leap-
"I'm willing to bet you guys are already fucking, you hide it well, but Kohta gave himself away when he started getting jealous. He doesn't like it when people touch you. Is that why you don't date?"
Kirito's hand moves faster than Karyu can register. He doesn't realize he's been struck until his head whips to the side and he traces his lip with his tongue to find blood.
"I bet Kohta sent you to make sure I was serious," Karyu ventures. "He wants to do it, doesn't he? You've both kept this a secret for so long that you need some kind of reassurance. I can give you that."
"Shut your fucking mouth," Kirito hisses, "You don't know anything about us."
(& then)
"And that's why your lip is swollen?"
"Moreso than usual," Tsukasa interjects. "You've always had a bit of a.. ah, fat lip."
"Shut up. But yes. I'm surprised he didn't do worse, actually."
"What happened next?"
(three)
Kohta, strangely, is the most relaxed about the entire ordeal. Karyu keeps expecting to walk into a trap, keeps thinking that Kirito's going to spring a gun on him or something. And Kirito himself looks like a mess, completely out of his element, like he's going to crawl out of his own skin.
"Shinya," Kohta says, pulling his older brother close, so their foreheads touch. "Look at me."
Karyu isn't prepared for them to kiss, somehow he imagined them fucking, but never gave a second thought to any actual intimacy between them. Kirito all but melts into his brother, sighing softly as Kohta coaxes his mouth open and Karyu can see Kohta claiming his mouth with his tongue.
He can't deny that it gets him all hot and bothered. He hadn't been lying when he said he'd be interested in fucking Kirito but this- this is even better.
Kohta pulls away and whispers something too quiet for Karyu to hear, and then both brothers face him.
"Last chance," Kohta says breathlessly.
Karyu grins wickedly, with more confidence than he feels.
(& then)
By this time, even Tsukasa is sitting on the edge of his seat.
"You did it then? You fucked them?"
Karyu laughs, "What happened to respecting their privacy? Yeah, I fucked them. Well, Kirito fucked me, and then he fucked Kohta while I watched, and then they kicked me out. I didn't even get off, actually- I think Kohta was too jealous of sharing him to begin with."
Zero leans back in his armchair, stunned.
"You lucky fuck," he breathes. "I guess this means I owe you a blowjob."
"I don't think so," Tsukasa snorts into his drink. "This is one home you are not wrecking, Karyu. Find your own boyfriend."
Karyu pouts. "You never minded before."
"We were in the same band then, things are different now. And besides, you can always just go back to Kirito and convince him to blow you, as long as you don't tell his brother."
Karyu curls further into his side of the couch and takes a long sip of his beer. Next time, he hopes, maybe he'll get by without the split lip.
.
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