Touching You (Night Head Genesis, Naoto/Naoya)
Title: Touching You
Fandom: Night Head Genesis
Pairing: Naoto/Naoya
Author: little teapot
Recipient: Kali
Rating: R
Warning: implied incest
Summary: Naoto’s jealousy and possessiveness flair up anytime anyone touched his brother.
Author’s Notes: Kali’s prompt/notes: Prompt: Nighthead Genesis - Naoto/Naoya. Even if Naoya could touch other people, Naoto wouldn't let him. Possessive!Naoto (without being a bastard). As graphic as you feel comfortable going.
Adequate translation failing due to cultural differences, I will be using the word niisan as the Naoyo does when addressing Naoto within the source material. ‘Spoiler’ through the end.
Naoto noted while looking at his reflection in the store window, that both he and Naoya had grown considerably in the year past the events of the ‘Upheaval’. No longer the young, naïve brothers with little clue as to how the outside world worked, they were now both formidable in regards to their power control, both singly and as a team.
At least that was what the older self staring back at him indicated. Older and, he hoped, a bit wiser.
He shifted his focus from his own image to his brother inside the shop. Naoya was getting their dinner and chatting amicably with the café owners. Frequenting the establishment regularly since their small room was just around the corner and neither of them cooked, Naoto and Naoya were becoming fixtures at the restaurant.
The owner’s daughter, Kioko, giggled and blushed, handing Naoya the bag containing their dinner. Her hand lingered on his for a brief moment before Naoya pulled away with an apologetic grin.
There was a time when Naoya would have lapsed into a panicked state when touched by anyone but Naoto, overwhelmed by their emotions, their negativity, or their future if it was horrible enough. That he was easily able to tolerate her now was a testament to how much Naoya had progressed in controlling his powers.
But that didn’t mean Naoto liked that particular progression. A part of him, a petty part he readily admitted, mourned the loss of his own 'specialness' to Naoya, to be the only one who could touch Naoya. To be the only one with whom his brother tolerated sharing that telepathic bond with.
And, in fact, encouraged their bond with every lingering caress.
Naoya pushed out the door of the shop and held the bag out for inspection. "Niisan, I got your favorite."
Naoto grunted and turned, his hand shoved into his pockets, to head back to their small flat. Now his entire mood was dour. It was unfair to take it out on his brother but his train of thought went places he hated to go and was unable to control.
They walked in silence and the short trip seemed interminably longer on the way back. Naoto unlocked the door to their flat and dropped his keys on the table by the door. He stripped his jacket off on the way in and threw himself into the chair at the table by the window, staring out at the setting sun.
It was when Naoto realized the room was completely silent that he frowned and looked over at Naoya who stood in the middle of the room, still holding the bag. “Naoya, aren’t you going to sit?”
“Have I upset you, niisan?” Naoya gingerly set the bag on the table. “I didn’t mean to.”
“No,” Naoto rubbed at his face and let his elbows land heavily on the table. “It’s nothing.”
“It is,” Naoya disagreed. He rubbed at his chest. “I can feel it.”
“Nothing you did.”
“Then why are you upset?”
There would be no getting around this. While his brother still held to a great deal of his naiveté, Naoya was not stupid and knew him far too well. This, Naoto supposed, made him feel a little better. It still wouldn’t get him out of explaining what set him off.
He held out his hand to Naoya. “I’m sorry. I’m just being a jerk.”
Taking Naoto’s hand, Naoya moved to stand next to his brother, his body warmth pressing against Naoto’s shoulder. Their hands dropped so he could wrap one arm around the back of Naoya’s legs.
Once they were close, Naoya stiffened momentarily before he relaxed. The flow of emotions adjusted easily between them, only the power of Naoto’s jealousy overriding everything. Naoya leaned over and pressed his cheek against the top of Naoto’s head. “Niisan.”
“I don’t like it when others touch you.”
“But I’m better at controlling it and I do fine when I know it’s coming.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Naoto said. This was far beyond being protective. Naoto had watched as his brother got a better handle on his ability through the months, he had no doubts that Naoya could handle it.
He still didn’t like it. “Only I can touch you.”
“Then touch me,” Naoya whispered, combing his fingers through Naoto’s hair.
There were no walls to batter down. Completely stripped anytime Naoto touched his brother, he was open and raw. And Naoya was never affected by it. Or if he was, he never complained.
Reaching up, he pulled Naoya’s head down and their mouths met, soft and exploring at first, as if he were afraid this time Naoya would react strongly to the anger that still simmered beneath the surface.
Anger that had found some expression but it was never enough. It would always shimmer, like a beacon that held his attention fixed on the present.
On Naoya.
Naoya always accepted his brother’s affections and all the incumbent baggage that came with it.
He rose from the chair and with a careful dance of shuffling steps, shedding clothing along the way, he steered his brother backward until they found the bed and toppled over onto the mattress. Dinner forgotten, Naoya was his only focus now.
Touching…only Naoto touching. No one else.
Fandom: Night Head Genesis
Pairing: Naoto/Naoya
Author: little teapot
Recipient: Kali
Rating: R
Warning: implied incest
Summary: Naoto’s jealousy and possessiveness flair up anytime anyone touched his brother.
Author’s Notes: Kali’s prompt/notes: Prompt: Nighthead Genesis - Naoto/Naoya. Even if Naoya could touch other people, Naoto wouldn't let him. Possessive!Naoto (without being a bastard). As graphic as you feel comfortable going.
Adequate translation failing due to cultural differences, I will be using the word niisan as the Naoyo does when addressing Naoto within the source material. ‘Spoiler’ through the end.
Naoto noted while looking at his reflection in the store window, that both he and Naoya had grown considerably in the year past the events of the ‘Upheaval’. No longer the young, naïve brothers with little clue as to how the outside world worked, they were now both formidable in regards to their power control, both singly and as a team.
At least that was what the older self staring back at him indicated. Older and, he hoped, a bit wiser.
He shifted his focus from his own image to his brother inside the shop. Naoya was getting their dinner and chatting amicably with the café owners. Frequenting the establishment regularly since their small room was just around the corner and neither of them cooked, Naoto and Naoya were becoming fixtures at the restaurant.
The owner’s daughter, Kioko, giggled and blushed, handing Naoya the bag containing their dinner. Her hand lingered on his for a brief moment before Naoya pulled away with an apologetic grin.
There was a time when Naoya would have lapsed into a panicked state when touched by anyone but Naoto, overwhelmed by their emotions, their negativity, or their future if it was horrible enough. That he was easily able to tolerate her now was a testament to how much Naoya had progressed in controlling his powers.
But that didn’t mean Naoto liked that particular progression. A part of him, a petty part he readily admitted, mourned the loss of his own 'specialness' to Naoya, to be the only one who could touch Naoya. To be the only one with whom his brother tolerated sharing that telepathic bond with.
And, in fact, encouraged their bond with every lingering caress.
Naoya pushed out the door of the shop and held the bag out for inspection. "Niisan, I got your favorite."
Naoto grunted and turned, his hand shoved into his pockets, to head back to their small flat. Now his entire mood was dour. It was unfair to take it out on his brother but his train of thought went places he hated to go and was unable to control.
They walked in silence and the short trip seemed interminably longer on the way back. Naoto unlocked the door to their flat and dropped his keys on the table by the door. He stripped his jacket off on the way in and threw himself into the chair at the table by the window, staring out at the setting sun.
It was when Naoto realized the room was completely silent that he frowned and looked over at Naoya who stood in the middle of the room, still holding the bag. “Naoya, aren’t you going to sit?”
“Have I upset you, niisan?” Naoya gingerly set the bag on the table. “I didn’t mean to.”
“No,” Naoto rubbed at his face and let his elbows land heavily on the table. “It’s nothing.”
“It is,” Naoya disagreed. He rubbed at his chest. “I can feel it.”
“Nothing you did.”
“Then why are you upset?”
There would be no getting around this. While his brother still held to a great deal of his naiveté, Naoya was not stupid and knew him far too well. This, Naoto supposed, made him feel a little better. It still wouldn’t get him out of explaining what set him off.
He held out his hand to Naoya. “I’m sorry. I’m just being a jerk.”
Taking Naoto’s hand, Naoya moved to stand next to his brother, his body warmth pressing against Naoto’s shoulder. Their hands dropped so he could wrap one arm around the back of Naoya’s legs.
Once they were close, Naoya stiffened momentarily before he relaxed. The flow of emotions adjusted easily between them, only the power of Naoto’s jealousy overriding everything. Naoya leaned over and pressed his cheek against the top of Naoto’s head. “Niisan.”
“I don’t like it when others touch you.”
“But I’m better at controlling it and I do fine when I know it’s coming.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Naoto said. This was far beyond being protective. Naoto had watched as his brother got a better handle on his ability through the months, he had no doubts that Naoya could handle it.
He still didn’t like it. “Only I can touch you.”
“Then touch me,” Naoya whispered, combing his fingers through Naoto’s hair.
There were no walls to batter down. Completely stripped anytime Naoto touched his brother, he was open and raw. And Naoya was never affected by it. Or if he was, he never complained.
Reaching up, he pulled Naoya’s head down and their mouths met, soft and exploring at first, as if he were afraid this time Naoya would react strongly to the anger that still simmered beneath the surface.
Anger that had found some expression but it was never enough. It would always shimmer, like a beacon that held his attention fixed on the present.
On Naoya.
Naoya always accepted his brother’s affections and all the incumbent baggage that came with it.
He rose from the chair and with a careful dance of shuffling steps, shedding clothing along the way, he steered his brother backward until they found the bed and toppled over onto the mattress. Dinner forgotten, Naoya was his only focus now.
Touching…only Naoto touching. No one else.