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"Tell me why I'm doing this again?"
Before any sort of explanation leaves Aster's lips, he nudges Eiden towards an empty classroom at the end of the hall. "Because our honored guest paid triple tickets for this opportunity. Plus, don't you need a break? It's a win-win!"
Eiden arches a brow but allows himself to be propelled forward. They scoot along until they reach the last door on the left. There, Aster plants his feet and taps the gold-plated watch on his wrist; impatient as always when it comes to business. Eiden's surprised he isn't going the full mile and flinging open the door and serving him up on a silver platter. When they were in high school together, Aster was voted Most Likely to Succeed—not Mr. Congeniality. Laughing under his breath, Eiden throws Aster a thumbs up of understanding and reaches for the door handle.
Another paying customer puts them that much closer to their victory.
What awaits him inside, he's not really sure. Up till now, he's been playing the role of senior waiter at their club's maid cafe, slinging coffee and fluffy pastries with a heaping side order of sultriness to rack up additional tips.
Honestly, today has been a blast. Sure, he's dropped a few forks on purpose, which has led to a few technically against school regulation ass grabs, but it's all part of the game and the attention is flattering. Eiden can only imagine there will be more of the same antics ahead if someone was willing to trade so many tickets to receive his private—read: also against regulation—services.
He's under no illusions: Aster is in it to win it when it comes to their school's cultural festival, and it's a goal they have in common. Within reason, Eiden is willing to do whatever it takes. The winning group this year is slated to win 20,000 Klein dollars if they wind up being the attraction who earns the highest number of attendee tickets.
Does Aster need the money? Not in the slightest. But he could definitely use a cash influx. University isn't cheap and, unlike most of his friends, Eiden has had to pay his tuition with zero assistance and on part-time wages. Suffice to say, he's barely scraped by most semesters and he's tired of struggling. Even if he has to split the money four ways with Aster, Yakumo, and Morvay, it's worth it.
The classroom is oddly dark for midday when Eiden steps inside, with curtains drawn tight and lights switched off. Probably for privacy reasons, which he can respect. Still, the reality of the situation makes his stomach flutter with excitement. Will he be able to see his most generous customer, or is that their whole plan—maintaining their anonymity by keeping themselves hidden? He's always thought there's plenty of closeted guys at school; maybe this is their chance to act on certain impulses. If so, he's kind of honored to be their top pick to experiment with.
Eiden decides to try something out. They'll either respond or they won't.
"Hey," he calls out, finding a desk with his outstretched hand and leaning against it. "So tell me, honored customer-san… what can I get you? If it's coffee, sorry, but you're kinda out of luck all the way down here."
Footsteps echo softly against the oak floors, steadily moving toward him. With each successive footfall, Eiden's pulse jumps, nerves jittering in tandem with his erratic heartbeat.
It isn't long before he feels the heat of another body approach and hands grasping his waist. He marvels at the person's forwardness, and doesn't move a muscle, instead appreciating the curious fingers that trail down the black silk skirt of his maid costume and tug at the lace hem of his white stockings, snapping it back against Eiden's thigh hard. He flinches at the sting but widens his stance, allowing the mystery customer to slip between his thighs. Their body pulls up close to his, and they resume their exploration, hand stroking the exposed strip of skin between his stockings and the bottom of his increasingly tighter briefs.
Eiden inhales sharply, keeping perfectly still.
He's not so sure he's even anticipated being touched so much before in his life, and that's saying something. Maybe it says the most about his patience, given that he doesn't usually wait so long before grabbing the other person and getting down to the nitty-gritty, but whatever.
It doesn't even really matter who they are. Eiden just needs more from them.
"No. I want something… sweeter." The stranger's voice is breathless and slightly unsettling due to the intensity it emanates; his words send a chill ricocheting down Eiden's spine. He can almost place their voice, but the truth remains clouded.
"Have we done this before?" Eiden asks, taking a chance and resting a hand at the small of his partner's back. They permit it and he senses them lean in closer. Their warm breath tickles his face, making Eiden's stomach do another couple of somersaults at the new proximity.
Who knew a little secrecy is all it took to turn him on beyond belief?
Granted, if they answer yes, it might not narrow things down much—Eiden's found himself in his fair share of empty classrooms and cramped dorm beds before—but it might help explain their motivation for doing this. If they've already had a taste of him, it would make perfect sense that they'd come back for a second helping. Eiden doesn't like to brag, but he's really never had any complaints from his hookups except for them wanting more commitment than he's willing to offer.
He's not really looking to be tied down at this stage of his life. Some people refuse to accept it.
"No," he hears, and then he's being backed up into one of the desks, and pushed down on the edge of it, caged in by his partner leaning over him. Their voice never rises above the level of a murmur, making it difficult for him to parse who it might belong to. "You've been sending so many signals about us, Eiden, but this is the first time we're finally alone."
Sending signals?
Eiden's brow furrows, confused.
He isn't the type of guy who plays hard to get. If he's interested in someone, they aren't going to have to guess at his intentions, because more often than not, he lays his cards on the table in plain sight. He's never been afraid to make the first move.
"Oh, really?" Eiden replies, voice lilting playfully. "What kind of signals?"
"We shared a look in the library."
Well, uh… admittedly he doesn't drag himself to the library very often, and the last time was more than a month ago. Probably. Who did he connect with back then? All Eiden recalls is burying his face in his books at one point and begging a sinkhole to materialize and swallow him whole before midterms so that he wouldn't have to memorize any more dates for Ancient Civilizations class. Thankfully, Olivine had come to the rescue to cheer him up, and with his help, Eiden managed to survive the more troublesome exams.
Nothing out of the ordinary happened that day that he can remember. They'd taken a study break to fuck in the stacks, but fooling around isn't exactly strange for them. Olivine has historically been one of his reliable hookups, an arrangement he feels comfortable returning to when he needs someone to be with. They have an understanding. Olivine hasn't ever asked for more than Eiden wants out of their relationship. They've shared each other with numerous people before, even.
Eiden can't remember meeting anyone special that day, though. He's gonna need more to go off of than that.
"Hmm, not sure I know who you are, then," he admits. "What's your name?"
"...You know me. We've known each other for years. I know you better than anyone else."
They no longer speak in a quasi-whisper but in a jagged tone reeking of impatience. Anger. Eiden falls silent, inwardly bracing himself for whatever comes next. Ideally, he hasn't pissed them off too bad by not remembering them and he can turn this interaction around. His club needs all the tickets it can get to beat out their competition, even if that win is achieved through unsavory means.
"You left your shirt behind in the gym before. For me. You wanted me to have it, Eiden, so I kept it."
"Wait, what?"
But before he can get more than two words in, he's being spoken over, his customer growing more and more fervent in their explanations. All Eiden can do is sit back and peer into the darkness where he's only just able to make out the shape of a man.
"You always sit in my seat in the history lecture. You chose me. You leave curtains open in your room whenever I'm there to watch. I've waited patiently, Eiden. Because we belong together. You looked so cold sleeping last night, and I just had to help you. Wasn't it a lot better sleeping with me beside you, keeping you warm?"
The rant is delivered in the space of mere seconds, as if he has no need to pause, but on the receiving end of it, Eiden feels as though his lungs have seized and he's entirely incapable of breathing.
When he woke up this morning, he was alone.
Right? …Right?
Uncertain, his eyes strain to pick out features of the man in front of him. His face is angular, with long strands of dark hair falling into it from all sides, unkempt and as wild as the golden eyes boring straight into Eiden's anxious gaze. Eiden gets a sinking feeling the longer he stares back at him and his face comes into better focus.
"I'd do anything for you, Eiden. Nii-san."
All of the hair on Eiden's arms raises, and his body feels equally as frozen when something in his brain clicks, and suddenly, he knows.
"...Rin?"
"See?" Rin answers with audible glee. His lips draw into a smug smirk. "You do remember me."
"Rin, I told you before—"
Hands seize both of his wrists in a single flash of movement, pinning them to the desk with crushing strength. Eiden squirms against the restraint but doesn't gain any traction, yet it doesn't matter, because he's not given a moment to regroup.
"You lied!"
"No, I—" he fires back, but the words are soon drowned out.
"You lied to me, nii-san!" Rin accuses.
"I didn't," Eiden says weakly. His breathing thins out, and his wrists throb painfully inside of his brother's grip. He's not sure where this confrontation will lead, but he's not looking forward to finding out.
Even in the low visibility, it's plain to see that Rin is furious, and his anger has historically been explosive. If Rin didn't get something he wanted, he fumed, no, stormed around the house, breaking things and threatening all manner of retribution to whoever or whatever wronged him. Honestly, Eiden had been glad to cut him out of his life a few years ago. He hasn't seen him since Rin's father and his mother had divorced and the two of them ceased being part of a makeshift family.
"I accepted that you needed more time, but time's up now. You let me in again because you're ready for us to—"
"No! You broke into my room!" Eiden counters, refusing to be totally cowed into silence. "That wasn't an invitation!"
"Stop! Lying!"
Lips smash harshly into his, bullying them open with aggressive movements. Rin's tongue shoves into his mouth, flicking against Eiden's and tasting him deeply. Eiden is dumbstruck by the intrusion, powerless to resist the onslaught of tongue and lips. Somewhere in the fray of their kiss, he feels the cool sensation of metal rolling over his tongue and trailing against his lower lip. A piercing he never knew existed. Countless thoughts blitz through Eiden's mind, vying for consideration in concert with each other and making it impossible for him to concentrate.
Rin had seemed weirdly attached to him all those years ago, but he'd never once thought his former stepbrother wanted him like this. Or that Rin would follow him long after they parted ways, keep tabs on him, invade his privacy, and lure him out like he's done today.
Well, no. That's not entirely true, is it?
He'd suspected, but the idea back then had felt so farfetched that he'd never given it proper weight. Rin had been an eccentric bonus family member for part of his life. A shadow at the dinner table and the other side of their shared bedroom who sometimes walked in at inopportune times when Eiden brought dates home to make out.
Looking back on it, he'd realized their dynamic was unusual when Rin had asked him for lessons on how to kiss. For most people in his life, Eiden would've happily obliged, but something told him to say no. His conscience, maybe, or maybe he'd known that it meant more to Rin than a chance to learn something new.
The next morning, he'd woken up to his drawing tablet and laptop on the floor of their bedroom, smashed beyond recognition.
They didn't speak to each other after that. Not much later, their parents separated.
Teeth nip hard at his lower lip, making Eiden grunt. Rin leverages his weight, knocking him flat atop the desk. His hips rut down knowingly against Eiden's crotch, drumming up passive friction to further disarray his troubled thoughts.
With each slow, rolling grind of Rin's body into his, heat sparks between them, overpowering the apprehension with pleasure. Blood shunts back to Eiden's core, and his cock stands taut against the front of his maid's dress. Pressing into him, he feels Rin's erection twitch in response. His thrusts slow further, each action deliberately calculated to rip small gasps from Eiden's lips between the volley of his stepbrother's possessive kisses.
Shame washes over him for even reacting to Rin's touch.
But what the hell else can he do?
This floor of the humanities building is deserted: perfect for clandestine trysts, terrible for this exact moment. He's on his own, with no chance of backup considering that Aster probably hightailed it back to the cafe after delivering him here, so really, Eiden has very few options. Fight it, or accept what's happening.
This isn't… right, but it also doesn't feel wrong.
Though it probably should disgust him, hearing the zing of a zipper coming undone, or Rin's heavy breathing in his ear as he moves closer doesn't inspire fear so much as it inspires goosebumps rippling to life over every inch of Eiden's skin. Even when his underwear comes off and he feels the splay of the cool classroom air on his fevered skin, it's thrilling beyond belief.
Once unburdened, Eiden breathes deeply for the first time in a while and his eyes flutter open, moving from the dance of sunbeams breaking through the tiny gaps in the curtains on the ceiling to Rin's intense gaze looming above him. The smile on his brother's face is a new, unfamiliar one. He's fond, both ravenous and tender, when he pushes the skirt of Eiden's costume up to his waist and arranges both his legs so that they bracket Rin's hips.
Eiden allows him to proceed, buoyed on by uncertainty and a sick sense of curiosity.
He's his own worst enemy when it comes to predicaments like this where boundaries are there to be tested. As much as he tries to be a good person, Eiden has to admit there's a part of him that isn't so concerned with morality when choosing otherwise means experiencing pleasure.
The contradictory part now wants to know—what would it be like to cross that line with Rin?
His face flushes when he looks up to see Rin wetting down the tips of his fingers, his tongue piercing coiling around them agilely. Shivers rake through Eiden at the erotic sight. His brother seems to have another agenda in mind than using his mouth to unravel him, but Eiden would be just as eager to experience him from that angle.
When Rin is satisfied with his handiwork, strings of spit coat the webbings between fingers, and his lips are left shiny with moisture. Eiden can sense the warmth of Rin's mouth from how it feels when two slick digits ghost over his hole, tracing the rim before one of them hooks inside to the first knuckle and crooks, pulling and pressing at his taut flesh to encourage him to open up. He doesn't waste time doing it carefully, and with a grunt, Eiden feels the other finger shove in without preamble, causing a flicker of discomfort to shoot up his spine, only amplifying when both thrust deeper and then scissor apart.
I wonder if he'd even slow down if I asked.
Probably not is the answer that comes to mind as Eiden is rocked by a burst of painful pleasure as those seeking fingers bully into his sweet spot. His feet curl where they're held up in midair, and his stomach tenses, trying to neutralize the intensity of that pleasure.
"Ahh!" he cries out harshly, body bracing itself as Rin's fingers rub over it again, and again, and more as tremors begin to overtake him.
Eiden has been in plenty of situations that were rushed. He's been overstimulated, and pushed past his comfort zone before, but he's never felt out of control like this. As if no matter what, he's just some plaything for his brother to use as he sees fit. Rin could serve him single-mindedly as an object of worship or to take advantage of Eiden without any semblance of mercy.
He can't decide whether it's more exciting or alarming to be in that position.
"Too much, nii-san?" Rin's dulcet voice pierces through the sensory overload. "So sorry if it hurts… bear with me, won't you?"
Eiden can only manage a whimper. His neglected cock has sprung to life, and yet he feels too overwhelmed to try to reach for it and give himself some of the relief his body desperately needs. Maybe it's self-preservation, because given the current situation, he highly doubts this is all Rin has planned for them.
No, that'd be too simple. Too kind for someone like his brother, who has apparently been longing after him for literal years. Eiden owes him nothing, but Rin wants everything. He knows it. Can sense it when Rin's fingers suddenly pull out, and he spits into his hand.
Eiden's heartbeat feels like it's in his throat.
Even now, he doesn't know how he feels about what's happening. But regardless, he's about to find out.
Rin's hands press his knees down, bending them back towards Eiden's chest and folding his body in half. He moves closer, and the slick head of his cock teases at Eiden's slightly softer hole. The tip feels blazing hot as it rubs across him, smearing precum across his skin like a brand. Apprehension hangs in the air.
When Rin finally thrusts forward, every ounce of breath leaves Eiden's lungs in a quiet scream. The friction is intense as Rin plunges into his depths with a powerful swing of his hips. It's entirely too much , done too quickly. Pain radiates out in every direction, making Eiden's nerves throb from the rough intrusion. But he's not given as little as a moment to recover before Rin starts pounding him brutally.
The desk shakes beneath the weight of him driving into Eiden, cheap wood and joinery creaking as a backdrop to his gasps and hisses and sometimes begrudging moans as he's fucked.
"You're taking me so well, nii-san," Rin croons, lips parting in a smile that sends Eiden's pulse skyrocketing. He can do nothing else but listen because his capacity to form actual words has vanished. Sounds are all he can manage, and he groans aloud at the praise, for a moment forgetting how they got here and simply indulging in the high of being good for someone.
"Just like that," Rin encourages, slowing enough for the impact of their skin slapping against each other to be audible, for Eiden to feel every inch of Rin's cock spearing him through.
He can't do this anymore; his mind is overloaded, and his endurance is reaching its limit.
"R-Rin," he calls, eyes fluttering shut, "...more."
A surge of pride flows through Eiden—finally, something coherent made it out of his mouth.
That must be what he truly wants.
Maybe it's all he's good for in the end, being used and owned. And maybe that's more okay with him than it should be.
"Yes," Rin responds, voice dropping back into the same intense pitch as when he'd told Eiden how incredibly much he's wanted him. His fingers dig into Eiden's calves with possessive intent. "Feel it."
Right now, he's hardly in a position to argue. Eiden feels like a wire pulled too taut, ready to snap, and waiting for that final tug to break apart. Above him, Rin's thrusts have become erratic, some slow and some fierce as he chases his own pleasure. Despite his selfish pace, his eyes never leave Eiden's flushed face, watching it as if memorizing every movement of his lips and brows, cataloging them forever. Even when his mouth drops open, Rin panting as his hips slam forward and his body starts to shake, his rapturous gaze pins Eiden to the desk. Letting him know just how much of a victory this feels like to Rin.
Giving one low groan, he comes, and his release fills Eiden from the inside, sticky, warm, and claiming as Rin fucks it deeper into him. An inhuman noise leaves Eiden's lips when he feels a hand close around the shaft of his cock, stroking it rough and quick without any bit of grace. Before he can process the sensations licking at his nerves, ecstasy hits him like a bullet train. His body writhes on Rin's cock, milking every last dreg of cum from it by force.
He's left a boneless mess, content to do nothing more than lay there while Rin pulls out of him. Eiden vaguely feels him tug the skirt of the dress he's wearing back down as if that's enough to conceal what they've done. Rin smooths the fabric down until not a wrinkle exists; his actions are meticulous and caring, standing in stark contrast to the roughness of their tryst. Eiden's muscles feel rubbed raw, and his back already is sore from getting driven into a flat, unforgiving surface repeatedly.
Blissfully though, his mind is blank.
"See," Rin gloats, leaning down to crush him into his arms. His breath tickles Eiden's ear. "You don't need other people anymore, nii-san. Only me. Now that I've found you again, I won't let go."