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Surprise Visit! ( by a protective brother)

Summary:

When Yuri Briar barges in unannounced (again) claiming he must evaluate if Loid is a suitable husband or not, chaos ensues. Anya is perceptive as always. Yor is a flustered mess. Loid is debating quitting Operation Strix again. (what's new?)

or: yuri visits and demands a showcase a love again. yor gets a little too drunk and makes out with loid in front of him. anya is fast asleep dw..

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

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There's a loud knock at the door, polite but undeniably impatient.

 

Yor looks up from her spotless dishes, surprised. "Eh?" She tilts her head in confusion, "Who could it be at this hour?" Loid looks up from the book he was indulging in, rising from the sofa.

 

"I'll go take a look," Loid reassures her, and Yor happily agrees, resuming scrubbing the already crystal-clean plate. Loid shoots her a amused glance and says, "You might want to move on to the next dish, Yor."

 

The lady glances down, sees the overly-washed plate, and wails with embarrassment. "Oh... I'm so sorry, I didn't notice!" She picks up the next dish at once, cheeks flushed with bashfulness but ruby eyes gleaming with determination.

 

Loid chuckles at her eagerness to improve and continues to the door, opening the eye-hole carefully.

 

Wait...

 

Yuri? What was he doing here at this time? (Again, no less!)

 

He apprehensively swings open the door, Yuri staring into him a bit too aggressively. "Loidy." He states flatly, spitting the strange nickname without a hint of shame.

 

"Uhm... Loid is fine, Yuri," Loid corrects. He eyes the abundant amount of treats in his arms and recognizes them as gifts. "Oh, you didn't have to-"

 

"These are for my sister, don't you dare lay your grubby hands on them!" The officer immediately claims with a scowl, cradling the fragrant pastries tighter.

 

Loid deadpans. Of course. "Well, you, er, haven't changed at all, I see." He mutters, stepping to the side to let him in. "Allow me to take your coat at least--"

 

"I'm perfectly fine, Loidy!" Yuri practically yells, kicking off his shoes and rushing to the kitchen. "Sister~!" Instantly his tone switches from distrusting and cold to loving.

 

"Ehh?!" Loid can hear Yor's startled voice from the kitchen and the sharp sound of clattering plates. She must've dropped them in her shock. "Yuri? What're you doing here? Are you okay?"

 

Loid briefly remembers the state Yuri was in when he last left, beaten and battered by his own sister. He winces at the memory.

 

He follows Yuri to the living room before approaching Yor, who's face is paler than usual. He makes sure Yuri is occupied (he's organizing the sweets into the shape of her name) and whispers, "This is unexpected,"

 

"Y-Yes, it certainly is," Yor murmurs back, ripping her gaze away from her brother to face Loid. "What do we do?"

 

"I'm not sure," Loid admits, "Let's just go with his intentions first." Yor nods fervently, pumping her fists energetically. "Yes! Good idea, Loid!" She praises despite Loid's idea being the most basic plan in history.

 

Yor turns back to her brother, plastering a relaxed smile on her face. "Yuri, it's so nice to see you again!" She goes around the kitchen and sits across of him, smiling even wider. "Likewise, sister!" Yuri beams, eagerly offering her one of the treats. "Here, have the strawberry one! You've always seemed to like red things, so I got this pack of red muffins!"

 

"Oh - you didn't have to!" Yor sniffs, cradling the small pastry in her hands like it was the most precious thing in the world.

 

"Yes, I did!" Yuri insists. Loid feels a nerve pop. He said the exact same thing earlier at the door, and what did he get? A waspish comment and a spiteful glare. Perfect.

 

Loid sealed his unwelcome emotions away and calls to the duo. "I don't suppose we need any meals, as Yuri provided us with snacks," He says, making sure to smile to Yuri as well, albeit being forced.

 

Yor nods brightly, but Yuri simply huffs and turns away from him.

 

Loid joins the two on the sofa, sitting beside Yor. "So... Yuri," Yor pipes up, "What brings you here all of a sudden?"

 

Yuri hesitates.

 

"Well," he begins, "I came to see if Loidy, here," He gives him a pointed glance, "-is a suitable husband for you, sister." Yor cocks her head again, perplexed. "Uh.. but.. I thought you dealt with that the last time you visited?"

 

Yuri blushes with embarrassment, turning away, "Maybe so, but, I don't remember much from that night," He mumbles.

 

'Obviously,' Loid thinks, 'You were drunk.'

 

"Anyways!" Yuri says loudly, glaring at the two with beady eyes. "Prove to me that you're in love! I may not remember much, but I do know something fishy is going on here!"

 

Yor gasps, a rosy pink dusting her cheeks. "Not again..." Loid hears her whisper under her breath.

 

"Well, we might as well soothe his mind," Loid murmurs to her, "At least he's sober enough to remember this."

 

She shudders and responds, voice shaky, "Yes... b-but..." Her expression steels. "I can do it, Loid. I just need a little bit of-"

 

'Time?' Loid guesses in his head, 'Space?' 'Consideration?'

 

"-wine!"

 

With blinding speed, Yor detaches herself from the couch and lunges for the wine bottle on the counter, smacking the cork off and emptying the entire glass. The cork goes flying and hits Loid in the face, but he chooses to ignore the stinging pain.

 

Yor sets the bottle down, chest heaving with exertion. "I can do itttt.." She slurs, determination seeping through her drunken tone. "Yes, I can..." Her cheeks are bright red at this point and she turns to Yuri eerily. "Watch closely, Y-Yuri!" Even in her drunken stupor, she still retains her scary strength. Yuki gulps and nods, not wishing to evoke her wrath.

 

In a blink of an eye, she's pining Loid to the sofa, much like before. 'It's happening all over again,' Loid's mind hisses. There's a few alterations, however. She's more drunk than last time, for one, and therefore lost much of her common sense.

 

Also, Loid's wrists are pinned together by one of Yor's hands, her grip unyielding despite the slightly painful feeling. Before his limbs were free. Loid squirms, not used to the unforgiving hold.

 

Yuri almosts charges forward to stop them, but stops after presumably recalling how he got beaten for approaching her. "S-Sister!" He whimpers, but his feet remain glued to the floor.

 

Yor's eyes are clouded with hazy passion as she pushes him further down until his back is flush against the couch. "Yor.." Loid breathes, hyper-aware that her brother is watching with hawk-like attention.

Loid should be feeling shame right now- someone is watching him being handled so passionately, he needs to-

But Yor doesn't seem to notice.

 

She clumsily plants one leg on either side of his waist, and leans forward. "Close your eyes for me," She hisses, sounding like a command more than a request. Loid holds his breath, gaze flickering to Yuri's frozen stance to Yor's actively moving form. (Yuri is currently too stunned to speak. Que the meme!)

 

He closes his eyes obediently, shuddering when he feels her other hand travels up his chest to clutch his shirt. Instead of pulling it for balance like last time, her fingers flutter over his nipple from over his shirt. Her palm lays flat underneath it, but her fingers discreetly twist the pert bud.

 

Loid flinches, biting his tongue to prevent embarrassing noises from spilling out. "Ah, Yor," Loid whines, hands thrashing for freedom. Yor smiles cluelessly, pushing down on perky beed happily. He muffles his noises by biting his tongue, but it's not enough to hold in the absolutely heavenly noise he whimpers. He hears Yuri choke on air, the whirring of the fan, the sound of dripping water from the sink...

 

It's all too much for the poor spy.

 

Finally, after an excruciating moment of fighting for composure, a fiery red blooms races across his cheeks and he lets out a loud,breathless moan. Why was he behaving like this? It wasn't the first time he had to make fruitless love with other women for information, why was he squirming and blushing like so?!

 

'Well,' His mind begins reeling in reasons for his flustered behavior, 'Your wife's brother is watching Yor practically making out with you. That's why.'

 

No, that's not it. Yuri is unresponsive at this point and his conscience is probably in a better place by now.

 

But before he could conjure another theory, an embarrassingly high pitched whine escapes his lips after a particularly harsh pull on his nipple. He peels his eyes open and sees Yor smiling coyly, chuckling. "Pretty," She murmurs tenderly. Loid openly flushes at the compliment.

 

To think he's gotten so worked up before she's even gotten to the lips?

 

Loid spares a chaste glance at Yuri, only to find him pale as a sheet on the floor, out cold. "Y-Yor..." He whines, reeling at her unrelenting touches. "Your brother's already... mmph-" Her mouth crashes against his, slotting against his pouting lips forcefully. "He's out cold, I know~" Yor giggles against his lips, "That doesn't change anything,"

 

'She's drunk,' Is all his brain can warn before she goes berserk.

 

Yor lets go of his sore wrists, instead cupping his fair face with adoration. Her tongue nipped at his lips, asking for entrance. He obliges, unable to resist her sweet lips. Her tongue instantly swirls around his, mashing their faces together almost painfully.

 

The taste of wine mingles in his mouth, muddling his mind, no- 'get a hold of yourself, twilight,' his mind scolds half-heartedly, 'she's drunk, you shouldn't,"

 

Suddenly, Loid feels the chilling sensation of flesh against flesh. Yor had sneaked her hands under his shirt and up to his swollen nipples, grazing over the abused buds teasingly. "Is this okay?" She mumbles lazily against his mouth,

Loid mules over his options. Yuri's unconscious, he wouldn't know, and Anya was fast asleep.

 

"Yes," He hums, surprised by the certainty in his tone.

 

Bending her arm, Yor pushes his pinned arms back further and pinches his nipple harshly. A strangled, clipped moan is ripped from his throat, but the sound is swallowed by her lips. "Shh," She smiles, "Can't let Yuriii knoww..."

 

How ironic. He's already witnessed the beginning.

 

If anything, Loid felt like he was being coddled with.

 

The bulge in his pants were getting hard to ignore- but it seemed like Yor had other plans. "Can you..." She slurred, finally detaching their lips with a wet pop sound. "-come from just your tits..?"

 

Loid burns at the crude wording, starting to squirm beneath her again. "Yor!"

 

He heard to sound of shuffling beside him, realizing with terror that Yuri was waking. He felt like fainting.

 

So he did, pinned under Yor's tremendous strength (and love!) and Yuki's disbelieving gaze.

 

---

 

What happened after was blurry. Apparently, Yor had sobered and quite literally thrown Yuri out of the house, before locking herself in her room for the rest of the day.

 

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Forger..." Yor wails the next morning, starting to refer to him in formal tense again. Her face is flushed a tender pink, same as Loid.

 

"I-it's alright, Yor," He hates the way he stuttered. "Was it bad?" Yor asks timidly, peeking at him through her hands. "No..." Loid paused.

 

He thought.

 

He thought.

 

He thought some more.

 

"Maybe.. no alchohol.. for a while." Loid finally suggests. Seeing Yor so distraught, he sends her a kind smile. "I'm being serious,"

 

"-It wasn't bad at all."

 

---

 

From behind the sofa, Anya watched with a sharp gaze. She didn't bother understanding the overheating thoughts from both her parents, but she did understand one thing.

"Mama and Papa need to get along,"

Notes:

im treating this as writing practice because my brain is fried and i CANNOT bring myself to write another coherent sentence.

gotta love drunketh yor tho <3