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Title: In the Still of The Night
Summary: Sometimes Retsu can't sleep at night.
Pairing:Gou/Retsu
Rating: R! Dear God is this ever an R! Do not read at work! Do not read with young children, your mother or kittens in the room!
Warning: , brotherly love, inappropriate cuddling of clothing, inappropriate .... inappropriateness, and a strong feeling that if they did not want us to think the Fukami brothers were Like That, Gou should not lean over the shower door and watch Retsu's ass march out the shower room, did I mention not sanctioned by LJ? and general skeevyness all around.
Notes: It's bad when your only comfort is "well it's no worse than Wincest." Spoilers for relationships revealed in the teens but otherwise, eet ees nothink but zee skeevi, ma petites. PEE ESS PLEASE LOVE ME I HAVE NO DIGNITY LEFT. ...and in case you're wondering, the Usual Suspect was trolling JP sites for Gekiranger pics and found an illo of Retsu lying on Gou's jacket looking like a doujinshi cover, and I'm afraid we really are kind of terrible people. I'D BUY THAT ONE, DUDE.
It used to be when his brother was gone for training Retsu would creep into his room and take his pillow. It always smelled like his brother, a little of sweat and wind, and somehow of fur and leather, and the scent of pine. Retsu would sleep with it all night. Gou never asked him about it, or offered him his pillow, but the few times he came back before Retsu woke, he simply slept without it.
After his brother disappeared, the pillow lost its scent, gradually, until it smelled like nothing at all. Gou's old shirts no longer held his scent. Even so, sometimes Retsu would walk down the street and smell the barest hint of pine and wind. He would turn around quickly, and see nothing but a stranger walking past.
He's too old now, to go and take his brother's pillow, too old to crawl into his brother's bed and sleep under the curve of his arm.
Sometimes, though, he can't sleep at night, and he doesn't want to bother Ran or Jan. Ran would be sweet about it and let him sleep beside her, her scent soft and warm. Jan would curl around him, arms tight around his chest, breathing out a purr. But he doesn't want them, exactly. So he gets up and goes softly through the dorm to the shower room.
His brother's always been hard on his clothes. They all are, really. Today Jan's red jacket had to be thrown out, the rips too long and stained with darker red to be salvaged. Ran's yellow jacket had been repaired by Retsu's small careful stitches. He shivers remembering. Gou always keeps a spare jacket in the locker room, even though the leather lasts longer than the fabric of the others' jackets.
When he opens the locker (the combination's the same it's always been, Retsu's birthday) the smell of his brother comes out, so strong that he has to close his eyes for a minute and breathe it in. It sends a luxurious shiver down his back. He's not afraid of being caught but he's still careful as he reaches in and pulls the jacket off the hook, not making a sound. The leather is heavy and cool in his hands. He buries his face in the collar for a moment and then drapes the jacket carefully over his arm and closes the locker again, silently.
When he gets to his room he doesn't think about what he's doing. If he thinks about it, he'll have to stop, and he doesn't want to stop. Slowly and carefully, like he's practicing kata, he takes off his shirt and folds it neatly away. Bare-chested, he picks up his brother's jacket and lays it on the bed, open. He's wearing pajama bottoms, so he doesn't have to open the fly, but he loosens the drawstring a little. Slowly, very slowly, feeling every muscle move and shift, every joint bend, concentrating on the movements, he lies down on the bed and rolls over onto the jacket. The lining shifts under his bare back. The cool leather and studs feels sleek and welcome against his hot skin.
He rubs his cheek against the collar of the jacket. His lips part to catch the scent in the air. His body feels heavy and restless. Prickles run up and down his skin, only soothed by the leather and slick fabric beneath him. He can't think about this. He can't think about it at all. He lifts his hand and rubs it over his chest, feeling his own nipples, sliding down over his abdomen, as muscles ripple ticklishly against the pressure of his hand. He closes his eyes.
He's surrounded by the scent of his brother, sweet and bitter. It doesn't take much effort at all to believe Gou's behind him, curled against him. His shoulder is Retsu's pillow. Their legs are entwined. Gou's hand skates lower and lower. Retsu flings one arm over his face, covering his eyes. It isn't hard to imagine the hand sliding beneath the waistband of his pants is not his own at all. He can see how it would be, Gou's face against the side of Retsu's neck, the way he would make a sound deep in his throat, growling and scraping his teeth against Retsu's skin in a mindful, soft bite just as Retsu ---
Retsu lies panting, his cheeks flushed still. Lethargy fills him. He has just enough presence of mind to push the jacket off the bed with his clean hand before he rolls over. He's half-asleep already, but he stumbles to the bathroom and cleans himself off. He doesn't look at himself in the mirror at all. He wants to lie down and sleep heavily, but he puts his shirt back on and walks softly back to the locker room.
Just as he's reaching in to put the jacket away again, he feels someone behind him, a familiar presence. His brother's arms come around him, trapping him against the locker. It's so much like what he was just dreaming of that he can't speak, can't move.
"You know," says Gou, and his face dips down to the curve of Retsu's neck as he noses against Retsu's skin. Retsu knows he's smelling what he just did, smelling his own scent and Retsu's. His voice is deep, dark, just short of a growl. "If you wanted to borrow that, all you have to do..."
One hand slides down, curving over Retsu's hip. Retsu tilts his head back, his lips parted on speech. "Brother..." he begins, and then shudders deeply as Gou speaks against his skin.
"All you have to do is ask."
Title: In the Still of The Night
Summary: Sometimes Retsu can't sleep at night.
Pairing:Gou/Retsu
Rating: R! Dear God is this ever an R! Do not read at work! Do not read with young children, your mother or kittens in the room!
Warning: , brotherly love, inappropriate cuddling of clothing, inappropriate .... inappropriateness, and a strong feeling that if they did not want us to think the Fukami brothers were Like That, Gou should not lean over the shower door and watch Retsu's ass march out the shower room, did I mention not sanctioned by LJ? and general skeevyness all around.
Notes: It's bad when your only comfort is "well it's no worse than Wincest." Spoilers for relationships revealed in the teens but otherwise, eet ees nothink but zee skeevi, ma petites. PEE ESS PLEASE LOVE ME I HAVE NO DIGNITY LEFT. ...and in case you're wondering, the Usual Suspect was trolling JP sites for Gekiranger pics and found an illo of Retsu lying on Gou's jacket looking like a doujinshi cover, and I'm afraid we really are kind of terrible people. I'D BUY THAT ONE, DUDE.
It used to be when his brother was gone for training Retsu would creep into his room and take his pillow. It always smelled like his brother, a little of sweat and wind, and somehow of fur and leather, and the scent of pine. Retsu would sleep with it all night. Gou never asked him about it, or offered him his pillow, but the few times he came back before Retsu woke, he simply slept without it.
After his brother disappeared, the pillow lost its scent, gradually, until it smelled like nothing at all. Gou's old shirts no longer held his scent. Even so, sometimes Retsu would walk down the street and smell the barest hint of pine and wind. He would turn around quickly, and see nothing but a stranger walking past.
He's too old now, to go and take his brother's pillow, too old to crawl into his brother's bed and sleep under the curve of his arm.
Sometimes, though, he can't sleep at night, and he doesn't want to bother Ran or Jan. Ran would be sweet about it and let him sleep beside her, her scent soft and warm. Jan would curl around him, arms tight around his chest, breathing out a purr. But he doesn't want them, exactly. So he gets up and goes softly through the dorm to the shower room.
His brother's always been hard on his clothes. They all are, really. Today Jan's red jacket had to be thrown out, the rips too long and stained with darker red to be salvaged. Ran's yellow jacket had been repaired by Retsu's small careful stitches. He shivers remembering. Gou always keeps a spare jacket in the locker room, even though the leather lasts longer than the fabric of the others' jackets.
When he opens the locker (the combination's the same it's always been, Retsu's birthday) the smell of his brother comes out, so strong that he has to close his eyes for a minute and breathe it in. It sends a luxurious shiver down his back. He's not afraid of being caught but he's still careful as he reaches in and pulls the jacket off the hook, not making a sound. The leather is heavy and cool in his hands. He buries his face in the collar for a moment and then drapes the jacket carefully over his arm and closes the locker again, silently.
When he gets to his room he doesn't think about what he's doing. If he thinks about it, he'll have to stop, and he doesn't want to stop. Slowly and carefully, like he's practicing kata, he takes off his shirt and folds it neatly away. Bare-chested, he picks up his brother's jacket and lays it on the bed, open. He's wearing pajama bottoms, so he doesn't have to open the fly, but he loosens the drawstring a little. Slowly, very slowly, feeling every muscle move and shift, every joint bend, concentrating on the movements, he lies down on the bed and rolls over onto the jacket. The lining shifts under his bare back. The cool leather and studs feels sleek and welcome against his hot skin.
He rubs his cheek against the collar of the jacket. His lips part to catch the scent in the air. His body feels heavy and restless. Prickles run up and down his skin, only soothed by the leather and slick fabric beneath him. He can't think about this. He can't think about it at all. He lifts his hand and rubs it over his chest, feeling his own nipples, sliding down over his abdomen, as muscles ripple ticklishly against the pressure of his hand. He closes his eyes.
He's surrounded by the scent of his brother, sweet and bitter. It doesn't take much effort at all to believe Gou's behind him, curled against him. His shoulder is Retsu's pillow. Their legs are entwined. Gou's hand skates lower and lower. Retsu flings one arm over his face, covering his eyes. It isn't hard to imagine the hand sliding beneath the waistband of his pants is not his own at all. He can see how it would be, Gou's face against the side of Retsu's neck, the way he would make a sound deep in his throat, growling and scraping his teeth against Retsu's skin in a mindful, soft bite just as Retsu ---
Retsu lies panting, his cheeks flushed still. Lethargy fills him. He has just enough presence of mind to push the jacket off the bed with his clean hand before he rolls over. He's half-asleep already, but he stumbles to the bathroom and cleans himself off. He doesn't look at himself in the mirror at all. He wants to lie down and sleep heavily, but he puts his shirt back on and walks softly back to the locker room.
Just as he's reaching in to put the jacket away again, he feels someone behind him, a familiar presence. His brother's arms come around him, trapping him against the locker. It's so much like what he was just dreaming of that he can't speak, can't move.
"You know," says Gou, and his face dips down to the curve of Retsu's neck as he noses against Retsu's skin. Retsu knows he's smelling what he just did, smelling his own scent and Retsu's. His voice is deep, dark, just short of a growl. "If you wanted to borrow that, all you have to do..."
One hand slides down, curving over Retsu's hip. Retsu tilts his head back, his lips parted on speech. "Brother..." he begins, and then shudders deeply as Gou speaks against his skin.
"All you have to do is ask."