Intro, evented. The usual.

[wingsxscales]

Somehow, his bar had transformed into... well, whatever it had transformed into, it no longer looked like the bar he owned back in Tokyo. Not that Benten particularly mind at the moment. The bartender had served him something strong when he first walked in, and while Benten could taste the vague hint of chemicals in the drink, it wasn't Zone-00 and

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*is a bad, bad, bad, BAD person*

[12winged_dealer]

To see his brother so bedecked was not entirely unusual. Ever since the humans' sense in fashion had moved towards less clothing and more risque, he knew his brother had adopted that style, migrating towards things he was sure were meant for women (or so Beni told him).

In some ways he wished he could properly see the other rather than just sensing him. But that bitch Sera had taken that from him permanently, and not even consuming her flesh could do anything to return his sight. He thought that Zone-00 might, but he wasn't stupid enough to get addicted to the very item he dealt. And besides, being blind added to his sageness, he rather thought.

All the same, he drifted up to Benten, reaching out a hand and running his fingers along the soft flesh of his back. Really, such a vain thing, Benten.

"Have fun, little brother?" he murmured against his ear.

Indeed, you are.

[wingsxscales]

It was instinct that made him raise his hand when somebody touched him. But it was blood singing to blood that stilled his hand. Benten turned around, and offered a tiny smile for the only man he had ever respected in his very long life.

"Brother," he whispered and leaned back to the touch, his breath tinged with alcohol. Even if he was no lightweight like Benio, whatever drug that was added to the mix was intoxicating.

:>

[12winged_dealer]

The alcohol was thick on the other's breath already, not very pleasant, but he was to kind to say that to Benten. The other had suffered at his hand, he knew that, and so he afforded him some kindnesses. Admittedly it was surprising when he did not immediately pull away, repulsed or frightened, but it was encouraging, intriguing, and above all a pleasure.

He shifted, pressed against Benten's side as he continued to stroke up and down his back, pressing his lips to the other's ear so that his golden hair might tickle his cheek, the sweeter scent of him consuming his nose and mixing with something thicker that made unholy desire flare.

"You should leave this place, Benten. I can tell it makes you sad, my beloved little brother," he whispered against the soft tissue, lips brushing with each word.

Re: :>

[wingsxscales]

The combination of his brother's scent - fresh, with a slight bitter tinge of herbs, of the mountains where he grew up in - and the warm air against his ear made him shiver. Benten let out a small sound that might have been a purr.

"'m not sad. Just tired..." He whined, turning more so that he could rest his forehead on Bishamon's shoulder, like how he used to do when he was still a child. "Where can I go?"