Saiyuki Fanfic: 'Niisan
Title: ‘Niisan
Series: Saiyuki
Status: One-shot, complete
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: TenpouXHakkai
Disclaimer: Saiyuki and its characters belong to Minekura-sensei, the Saiyuki Project, TV Tokyo, Dentsu and Pierrot, etc.
Warning: Non-worksafe. Twincest.
Notes: This is a prequel of sorts to Brother Dearest but readable on its own. The catch on the “‘Niisan” (big brother) bit at the very abrupt and lame end can only be understood if you read that one though, so I will have to insist that you do. Beta is by
meicdon13 , as always.
“Call me ‘niisan.” -Tenpou, Brother Dearest
Tenpou woke up with a hard-on, which wasn’t really unusual. What was unusual was that he was in his own room, in his own bed, and yet he was on his side instead of lying on his back. And there was a warm, solid body behind him and an even warmer hand pressed against the front of his boxers, both of which wouldn’t be possible unless he was still asleep and dreaming, which he didn’t think he was. He pinched himself on one arm and bit back a yelp. It hurt. He was awake alright. But he had to wonder what the hell he had drunk last night for him to bring a partner back home. He never had before. His parents both worked overseas, but he still shared the house with his younger twin brother, Hakkai.
Wait. Hakkai. Tenpou hadn’t gone out drinking last night; he’d helped Hakkai finish some papers for his university requirements. They’d finished early and Hakkai had so easily asked him if he wasn’t going to hit the bars that Tenpou had gotten unnerved and had spent the entire night with his twin instead. They hadn’t done that for quite a while now, and it was fun. He’d even kid that sleeping with the future teacher would be like sleeping with a mirror as they got ready for bed.
“’Niisan,” came the whisper right into his ear, as if on cue. Tenpou smiled. It really had been a long while since they had last slept together in one bed. The smile froze on his face however, as he felt his brother move behind him, and something long and hard dug into the small of his back. Hakkai moved again, and his erection slid down from Tenpou’s back to just the top of his ass, and then back up again. This was accompanied by Hakkai’s hand pressing down harder against his front, reminding Tenpou of his own body’s state of arousal. He hardened a little more and gave a low, soft moan, even as he thought:
‘No. Fucking. Way.’
But he was also so fucking hard…
It was crazy, and he knew he would regret this some odd hours later. But Tenpou’s hips moved almost on their own, his member seeking friction against the palm of his brother’s hand. He knew this was wrong, but when his brother let out another desperate-sounding “ ‘Niisan” that all but told him he was not the only one who had forbidden fantasies at night, he knew there was no helping it.
And that he had to do something because he wasn’t going to finish with just this. He felt like such a pervert, which more than a few of the crowd in his usual bars would say that he was but that’s beside the point, as he got his cock out of his boxers then held Hakkai’s wrist to bring his hand closer. His hips moved again without his complete consent.
Better, but still not enough. Tenpou’s eyes slid close as he placed his hands over Hakkai’s, wrapping his twin’s around himself. Oh…fuck. His brother’s hand was better than even some of blowjobs he’d received in the past and damn if that didn’t make any sense. It was probably the thought that it was Hakkai’s, his twin’s hand, that was jerking him off that brought him so close to the edge so quickly. This came nowhere close to the things he did to his brother in his dreams, but it was still so fucking hot.
“…’niisan ,” Hakkai whispered into his ear again. He couldn’t help but keep squeezing his member with their hands, couldn’t stop, but did wonder if Hakkai had woken up. The stream of low moans pouring out of his mouth gave way to Hakkai’s name, but he got no response. Asleep then. Tenpou could feel his brother’s cock grinding against his back and ass though, and Hakkai’s erratic breathing against his ear. His brother was loosing control by the second, speeding up, fucking Tenpou in his dream or maybe being fucked--
“’Niisan…ah! Please…please, ’niisan…’niisan! ”
--definitely being fucked. It was easy to imagine it behind the closed lids of his eyes with Hakkai practically begging and moaning right into his ear. Tenpou’s eyes flew open as he neared completion however, quickly unclasping their hands and moving Hakkai’s out of the way. He came into his own with his twin still whimpering behind him.
When Tenpou got out of the bathroom he was met with the sight of his brother, eyes still closed in sleep, but now on his stomach and moving distinctly, but frantically, against Tenpou’s bed. Both of his hands gripped the sheets by the sides of his head but were otherwise useless, and the older brunet almost moved to help him.
Almost, because as he got within two feet of his bed, Hakkai let out another raspy whisper of “’Niisan” and sent him hurrying out of the room.
Hakkai came to breakfast that morning with reddened cheeks. That happened on some mornings, but Tenpou hadn’t really paid much attention to it until now. Now he knew why, and it was a good thing that, as alike as the two of them were, Tenpou didn’t blush as easily as his twin. He found it hard to swallow as he poured out their coffee though.
“Good morning,” Tenpou greeted him, trying to keep his voice light and marveling at how steady his hands were as he got Hakkai’s preferred number of sugar cubes into his coffee. He brought both of their cups to the breakfast table and sat himself across it from his twin.
“Morning,” Hakkai greeted back, taking a sip of his coffee. He picked his fork up and poked at the plate of food in front of him. Tenpou didn’t eat breakfast, but cooked for him every morning anyway. “Hey, ‘niisan-“
“Don’t,” Tenpou cut him off abruptly, wincing at that one word that now held a different meaning for him just overnight, but fortunately before Hakkai’s head jerked up to look at him curiously.
“What?”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Call you what?” Hakkai asked, curiosity giving way to confusion, “’Niisan? But I’ve always called you that.”
“Yes, well…” Tenpou cleared his throat, scrambling for a reason. He hadn’t really thought of one yet, just knew he needed to get his twin to stop calling him that. “It makes me feel old.” And one other thing, but Hakkai didn’t need to know what that other thing was. “We’re twins so…”
“It’s okay, ‘nii-Tenpou,” Hakkai told him, making a face at the change but then flashing him a smile. He hadn’t called Tenpou by his first name since they were little kids.
Tenpou smiled back, relieved, but Hakkai wouldn’t know that. “Thanks.”
Series: Saiyuki
Status: One-shot, complete
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: TenpouXHakkai
Disclaimer: Saiyuki and its characters belong to Minekura-sensei, the Saiyuki Project, TV Tokyo, Dentsu and Pierrot, etc.
Warning: Non-worksafe. Twincest.
Notes: This is a prequel of sorts to Brother Dearest but readable on its own. The catch on the “‘Niisan” (big brother) bit at the very abrupt and lame end can only be understood if you read that one though, so I will have to insist that you do. Beta is by
meicdon13 , as always.
“Call me ‘niisan.” -Tenpou, Brother Dearest
Tenpou woke up with a hard-on, which wasn’t really unusual. What was unusual was that he was in his own room, in his own bed, and yet he was on his side instead of lying on his back. And there was a warm, solid body behind him and an even warmer hand pressed against the front of his boxers, both of which wouldn’t be possible unless he was still asleep and dreaming, which he didn’t think he was. He pinched himself on one arm and bit back a yelp. It hurt. He was awake alright. But he had to wonder what the hell he had drunk last night for him to bring a partner back home. He never had before. His parents both worked overseas, but he still shared the house with his younger twin brother, Hakkai.
Wait. Hakkai. Tenpou hadn’t gone out drinking last night; he’d helped Hakkai finish some papers for his university requirements. They’d finished early and Hakkai had so easily asked him if he wasn’t going to hit the bars that Tenpou had gotten unnerved and had spent the entire night with his twin instead. They hadn’t done that for quite a while now, and it was fun. He’d even kid that sleeping with the future teacher would be like sleeping with a mirror as they got ready for bed.
“’Niisan,” came the whisper right into his ear, as if on cue. Tenpou smiled. It really had been a long while since they had last slept together in one bed. The smile froze on his face however, as he felt his brother move behind him, and something long and hard dug into the small of his back. Hakkai moved again, and his erection slid down from Tenpou’s back to just the top of his ass, and then back up again. This was accompanied by Hakkai’s hand pressing down harder against his front, reminding Tenpou of his own body’s state of arousal. He hardened a little more and gave a low, soft moan, even as he thought:
‘No. Fucking. Way.’
But he was also so fucking hard…
It was crazy, and he knew he would regret this some odd hours later. But Tenpou’s hips moved almost on their own, his member seeking friction against the palm of his brother’s hand. He knew this was wrong, but when his brother let out another desperate-sounding “ ‘Niisan” that all but told him he was not the only one who had forbidden fantasies at night, he knew there was no helping it.
And that he had to do something because he wasn’t going to finish with just this. He felt like such a pervert, which more than a few of the crowd in his usual bars would say that he was but that’s beside the point, as he got his cock out of his boxers then held Hakkai’s wrist to bring his hand closer. His hips moved again without his complete consent.
Better, but still not enough. Tenpou’s eyes slid close as he placed his hands over Hakkai’s, wrapping his twin’s around himself. Oh…fuck. His brother’s hand was better than even some of blowjobs he’d received in the past and damn if that didn’t make any sense. It was probably the thought that it was Hakkai’s, his twin’s hand, that was jerking him off that brought him so close to the edge so quickly. This came nowhere close to the things he did to his brother in his dreams, but it was still so fucking hot.
“…’niisan ,” Hakkai whispered into his ear again. He couldn’t help but keep squeezing his member with their hands, couldn’t stop, but did wonder if Hakkai had woken up. The stream of low moans pouring out of his mouth gave way to Hakkai’s name, but he got no response. Asleep then. Tenpou could feel his brother’s cock grinding against his back and ass though, and Hakkai’s erratic breathing against his ear. His brother was loosing control by the second, speeding up, fucking Tenpou in his dream or maybe being fucked--
“’Niisan…ah! Please…please, ’niisan…’niisan! ”
--definitely being fucked. It was easy to imagine it behind the closed lids of his eyes with Hakkai practically begging and moaning right into his ear. Tenpou’s eyes flew open as he neared completion however, quickly unclasping their hands and moving Hakkai’s out of the way. He came into his own with his twin still whimpering behind him.
When Tenpou got out of the bathroom he was met with the sight of his brother, eyes still closed in sleep, but now on his stomach and moving distinctly, but frantically, against Tenpou’s bed. Both of his hands gripped the sheets by the sides of his head but were otherwise useless, and the older brunet almost moved to help him.
Almost, because as he got within two feet of his bed, Hakkai let out another raspy whisper of “’Niisan” and sent him hurrying out of the room.
Hakkai came to breakfast that morning with reddened cheeks. That happened on some mornings, but Tenpou hadn’t really paid much attention to it until now. Now he knew why, and it was a good thing that, as alike as the two of them were, Tenpou didn’t blush as easily as his twin. He found it hard to swallow as he poured out their coffee though.
“Good morning,” Tenpou greeted him, trying to keep his voice light and marveling at how steady his hands were as he got Hakkai’s preferred number of sugar cubes into his coffee. He brought both of their cups to the breakfast table and sat himself across it from his twin.
“Morning,” Hakkai greeted back, taking a sip of his coffee. He picked his fork up and poked at the plate of food in front of him. Tenpou didn’t eat breakfast, but cooked for him every morning anyway. “Hey, ‘niisan-“
“Don’t,” Tenpou cut him off abruptly, wincing at that one word that now held a different meaning for him just overnight, but fortunately before Hakkai’s head jerked up to look at him curiously.
“What?”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Call you what?” Hakkai asked, curiosity giving way to confusion, “’Niisan? But I’ve always called you that.”
“Yes, well…” Tenpou cleared his throat, scrambling for a reason. He hadn’t really thought of one yet, just knew he needed to get his twin to stop calling him that. “It makes me feel old.” And one other thing, but Hakkai didn’t need to know what that other thing was. “We’re twins so…”
“It’s okay, ‘nii-Tenpou,” Hakkai told him, making a face at the change but then flashing him a smile. He hadn’t called Tenpou by his first name since they were little kids.
Tenpou smiled back, relieved, but Hakkai wouldn’t know that. “Thanks.”