[ fwah... he can sense it very much so. but he's willfully ignoring it, for the most part...because it really amuses him whenever he can get haruki judging him sometimes instead of vice versa. ]
reiji's not expecting that to say the least. sure, he'll let haruki get on top of him (he's not enjoying it at all, obviously, promise), but the pillow in the face does impede everything. he makes a few muffled noises as he waves his arms around, wondering if haruki will just let up on his own, because obviously he doesn't have to take this. he just thinks he deserves this. alas............
it does bother him a bit, the implication that anyone (even haruki) could replace or work as a stand-in for his beloved dad, but he's not about to delve into those feelings right now.
aghhh, it would be nice to hear haruki as himself say he loves him, though. not that he's counting on that after this stunt.
anyway, as soon as reiji's had enough (he wants to breath), he'll just abruptly and suddenly wrap his legs around haruki's hips before trying to flip him over (right onto the floor, since there's nowhere else to go) with his own body weight. and he definitely weighs more than haruki, so he doesn't anticipate much defense there. if he gets that far, he's definitely grabbing the pillow from haruki, too. not sure what he's going to do with it yet.
definitely nothing as barbaric as his brother though, because he's sweet and innocent. kind of. ]
— Yooou think too much about Dad.
[ saying this like he doesn't. but still. ]
It's like acclimating a stray animal to a scent or something...? I want you both to get along.
[ he was in the middle of accusing him of being a sick, sick individual when he feels his head hit the floor. it does not sober him up at all, but like those dogs that stop barking when their owner opens the door and they’re exposed to whatever’s on the other side, haruki stops struggling when the pillow's taken away, now just glaring at him with a thick, rosy tint to his cheeks. it's the wine.
he blinks slowly, then clicks his tongue, looking away. he has to behave; be rational and understanding of reiji’s situation — and he is, normally, but..
...god. he smells like his old man. the father that was never a father to him. a guy who definitely had it in him to be a good dad because he saw him with rei and reiji and they both had nothing but wonderful things to say about him. is he jealous? of course not. why would he be? the atou and otowa families took good care of him, so it's not like he grew up unloved... still... it pisses him off, okay?? but he gets it. reiji wasn’t being malicious, just stupid. he knows. he just has to breathe and put his own thoughts aside to focus on reiji.
without turning his head to look at him, he places both hands over his shoulders, sighing. ]
. . . Too bad. A vampire doesn't belong in a family of werewolves.
[ what is he talking about, man!!!!!!!!! but he sort of gets what he's trying to put down, even if it makes no sense with what he said. he knows he's not sanemitsu's real son and he stole his spot, which undoubtedly builds resentment in tandem with sanemitsu especially...but he loves him, so. he wants haruki to love him like a brother as well, in spite of how dysfunctional this is.
but fine, if haruki's hands are over his shoulders, he'll grab his stupid skinny waist where he needs to eat more and pick him back up. almost performatively, because reiji's already strong and haruki is a beansprout... ]
Wrap your legs around me or you'll knock your head again.
[ he's not asking. but that might not be enough to convince haruki when he's already got the other's fur bristling here (and he's supposed to be the werewolf!!! maybe he's the actual vampire, the leech, and all that)— ]
[ he's picked up like a piece of paper, obeying his orders and wrapping his legs around him... as well as circling his arms around his neck, pressing his nose to the crook of his neck. ]
Shut up. You don't get it.
[ he doesn't get it!!!! he doesn't get how he wishes reiji was sanemitsu's real son, actually. haruki would trade places with him in a heartbeat. reiji would be happier, his deadbeat father would be happier... haruki would be... fine. so why are things so unfair for them? he talks into his skin, muffled by reiji's hair. ]
I wish I could do a complete blood transfusion where I would not have a single drop of my original blood in me, give it to you, and get some rando's blood put into mine. Doesn't matter who it is. They'd be just as a good a father to me as the slug was, anyway.
[ oughhh his head feels light. maybe he should shut up and stop moping. ]
Sounds super painful. You should keep your blood where it is.
[ he's got all those cells anyway, but reiji won't bring that up. he's just glad haruki's complying to his request, although it would be nothing for him to pick him up either way. he just doesn't want to crack his head too hard when he's already inebriated, you know.
he doesn't mind haruki's face in his neck, either. he'd crack a vampire joke if haruki weren't pouring his little heart out about his (THEIR) deadbeat dad. not that reiji would ever think of him that way.
but regardless of that... ]
I like that you're his real son. You're exactly the type of son I'd expect Sanemitsu-san to have.
[ he'll shift his weight to his legs so he can pick haruki up and lie him back on the sofa, although he'll keep his arms around haruki's waist as he leans over him for a second so he can look him in the eye. ]
[ ugh. he knew that was coming. don't fucking tell him that.
he doesn't fight him or move away from him as his back is gently pressed against the sofa, frowning. how is he the type of son minoru harada would have? in what universe are they even alike? reiji keeps comparing them in the most random ways possible, and haruki's inclined to disagree all the time, just on principle. but that comment — that last comment, about being brothers... that bothers him a lot.
he opens his eyes slightly to look at him, glaring... moving his arms away from his neck to cup his face instead.
brothers. what brothers??? reiji's a kid who attached himself to the first person that showed him compassion, and haruki has to live with the harada curse in his veins. they are most certainly not the same. with almost no hesitation, he pulls reiji's face close to kiss him, a little forcefully and angry, but not for very long, pulling away dramatically to scoff at him. ]
. . . Wrong. If we were brothers I couldn't do that, now could I?
[ checkmate atheists. also the concept of saying this to mr. incest btw. ]
not too much can get a rise out of reiji, but his eyes do widen almost immediately when haruki pulls his face in to kiss him. he doesn't even care he's still being a little pissy, because the only thing he's thinking about right now are that haruki's lips are on his and even without the idle feeling of intoxication in him, he knows he really likes it. yeah, haruki reeks of alochol right now, but it's not a scent reiji is unaccustomed to or even remotely bothered by. he's taken care of sanemitsu time upon time whenever he got wasted and wanted to cry or bitch about things, which causes the corner of his mouth to smirk — because who else is drunkenly whining to him about family stuff right. ]
... Why not?
[ sometimes we do need to be for real. but it doesn't matter, because even if haruki is drunk, reiji's also more than tipsy and it's all he needs as an invitation to hook his leg around haruki so he can rest a knee on the cushion of the couch (and also straddle haruki more) before shoving his hands further up haruki's waist to grab onto him tighter so he can lean in better to kiss him back. maybe a little too enthusiastically, and if his hair gets in haruki's face it's fine, he doesn't need to see anything right now. not like they're watching the movie, anyway. ]
[ to his own surprise, haruki returns his enthusiastic kiss properly, without fighting it, because it's the only outlet he has right now for whatever he's feeling.
this is stupid and insane. it should be gross, he thinks, if he thought of reiji as his brother, but they don't have a lick in common. reiji's just some kid some guy raised far away from him, and the fact that that guy happens to be the same guy that knocked up his mother has nothing to do with him. reiji's nothing to him. nothing. he's so pushy about the whole brothers thing but he's not!
...ugh. no, he can't even pretend this doesn't affect him, not even just to lie to himself. the fact of the matter is at one point he started to care for reiji, as a friend, and maybe in all his doe-eyed insistence, he started to see him as his brother as well. but then why does he feel so starved for attention right now? is it the booze? he couldn't possibly want reiji to love him more than he loves his dad, right? that's just stupid. the truth is he just wants to know how far reiji's willing to take this, but he's slowly realizing that the fact that they're "brothers" might be exactly why reiji's doing this right now. it has to be a fucking fetish.
he tangles his fingers in his hair, moving his hands a little too desperately through it, touching the wolf ears he's still donning meanwhile. he can't see shit, and he also doesn't feel like opening his eyes, but he will test his limits by pressing his knee between reiji's legs as he deepens the kiss for a moment before pulling back for air, lips still touching. ]
. . . Pervert. [ he had to get that out there first of all. then: ] Have you ever . . . made out with dad?
[ as much as he doesn't want to (because he's scared it'll stop, or haruki will yell at him or something again), he's relieved for a second when haruki breaks off, especially because he feels his knee between his legs. he buries his face into the side of haruki's neck for a moment, although it's mostly so he can gasp quietly and gather himself for a second — his breathing and heartrate are much quicker now, but it's nice to still feel haruki's hands in his hair...and his ear?
he's not thinking about that too much right now, because what haruki says next to him causes him to scoff somewhere between a laugh and taking slight offensive at his words. he didn't expect that. he lifts his face again to directly pout at the other, brows knitting as he searches haruki's expression regardless of the other's damn eyes being closed. ]
Who's the pervert, again?
[ mind you, haruki's knee is the one between his legs...not that it stops reiji from grinding down just a little harder onto it, to drill that fact in and also because it feels good. it's exciting. he's feeling hotter than he usually does when he drinks too much, and he doesn't think he's even drank himself to being as shitfaced as he normally likes to; he's not slurring his speech too badly and he's a little too in control of his own movements. like how he purposefully shoves his hands up beneath the undershirt of haruki's (well, his dad's) suit to run his palms directly against haruki's skin. he's warmer than he usually is, too. some vampire. ]
...No.
[ not for lack of wanting to. but like hell he's saying that. don't ask him pervert questions!!! ]
[ he's aware of reiji's hands, because they're cold — although for someone that was holding a cold can just a moment ago, they're actually not as cold as they could be. hm. leave it to reiji to run hot. brilliant and illuminating reiji, or whatever. it's unfortunately getting him a little worked up, though. ]
I see.
[ he sighs softly, realizing he just asked an insane question to his "brother", and that he took it in stride, answering honestly and candidly without freaking out over it. that in itself is more telling than reiji will ever know. haruki's detective skills might be addled, but he can still read between the lines. so he hasn't made out with sanemitsu, but obviously he'd be open to it. hell, he probably wants to, even if reiji himself might not know it. he... scratches behind his wolf ear, pressing his knee a little more against him as he feels reiji grind back against the pressure he's exerting on him. ]
...I smell like him. I'm aware I look like him, too.
[ he cants his neck slightly to give him more access to his skin, swallowing before he speaks again. ]
If you want me to pretend to be him, I could... Reiji.
[ first name no honorific because he hears how excited reiji gets when his dad calls his name like that. ]
reiji feels a shiver run up his spine for all the wrong reasons, and he ends up having to bite down hard on his own lip to stifle a whine that threatens to escape his throat — instead suddenly clearing his throat to turn it into a grunt instead as he rolls his hips down on haruki's leg in a pratically lascivious way. not that he has much shame about that, but his face feels hot at what haruki's just said to him, and he is a little embarrassed about that. what the hell is he doing... ]
Mn... You're not...him, though...
[ nobody can be him. he's irreplaceable and dear to reiji and the thought of doing this to sanemitsu is almost enough to make him explode on the spot. unfortunately haruki's planted that seed in his mind, and his chest feels weighted with almost an ache — that conveniently coincides with the coiling heat in his abdomen. he's pretty stupefied and feeling stubborn about this though, so he doesn't wait for haruki to respond while he's exposing his neck like that for him. his brother is acting like a drunken whore, and it's atrociously similar to how sanemitsu acts. sickening, but it doesn't stop reiji from pushing his hands up further toward the sides of haruki's lower ribs and hiking the other's shirt up in the process. he'll take advantage of the opening too, tilting his head to press his lips against the side of haruki's neck — passionate and gentle at first, because he's trying to navigate this mess haruki's got him thinking about now, but he'll start nipping his teeth just a little so he can suck on the other's skin.
...if his tail starts to swish in a pleased way, don't even worry about it. reiji's not paying attention to it, either. ]
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you got a notif for that?
[ he doesn't usually screencap stuff... at least it's not too embarrassing. ]
keeping it for myself~
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( can you feel his judgement coming through the screen in waves... )
How long do I have to make it before you get here
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20min?
12 if i speed :P
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what's to buy but good sake
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ugh i don't want 2 do this anymore
this is so stupid
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giving up so easy
what kind of doctor are you -_-
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tf do i look like
ur unwell n im not gonna fix it
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malpractice
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givin u a piece of ass certainly didnt work
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and boozeless
and 40%less too
u kno what
im nawt helpin u
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what kind of doctor are u
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and i have no clothes 2 wear
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but i can get u something else
[ when he borrows his dad's secret seifuku... ]
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[ well!
reiji's not expecting that to say the least. sure, he'll let haruki get on top of him (he's not enjoying it at all, obviously, promise), but the pillow in the face does impede everything. he makes a few muffled noises as he waves his arms around, wondering if haruki will just let up on his own, because obviously he doesn't have to take this. he just thinks he deserves this. alas............
it does bother him a bit, the implication that anyone (even haruki) could replace or work as a stand-in for his beloved dad, but he's not about to delve into those feelings right now.
aghhh, it would be nice to hear haruki as himself say he loves him, though. not that he's counting on that after this stunt.
anyway, as soon as reiji's had enough (he wants to breath), he'll just abruptly and suddenly wrap his legs around haruki's hips before trying to flip him over (right onto the floor, since there's nowhere else to go) with his own body weight. and he definitely weighs more than haruki, so he doesn't anticipate much defense there. if he gets that far, he's definitely grabbing the pillow from haruki, too. not sure what he's going to do with it yet.
definitely nothing as barbaric as his brother though, because he's sweet and innocent. kind of. ]
— Yooou think too much about Dad.
[ saying this like he doesn't. but still. ]
It's like acclimating a stray animal to a scent or something...? I want you both to get along.
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he blinks slowly, then clicks his tongue, looking away. he has to behave; be rational and understanding of reiji’s situation — and he is, normally, but..
...god. he smells like his old man. the father that was never a father to him. a guy who definitely had it in him to be a good dad because he saw him with rei and reiji and they both had nothing but wonderful things to say about him. is he jealous? of course not. why would he be? the atou and otowa families took good care of him, so it's not like he grew up unloved... still... it pisses him off, okay?? but he gets it. reiji wasn’t being malicious, just stupid. he knows. he just has to breathe and put his own thoughts aside to focus on reiji.
without turning his head to look at him, he places both hands over his shoulders, sighing. ]
. . . Too bad. A vampire doesn't belong in a family of werewolves.
[ yeah. whatever. ]
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[ what is he talking about, man!!!!!!!!! but he sort of gets what he's trying to put down, even if it makes no sense with what he said. he knows he's not sanemitsu's real son and he stole his spot, which undoubtedly builds resentment in tandem with sanemitsu especially...but he loves him, so. he wants haruki to love him like a brother as well, in spite of how dysfunctional this is.
but fine, if haruki's hands are over his shoulders, he'll grab his stupid skinny waist where he needs to eat more and pick him back up. almost performatively, because reiji's already strong and haruki is a beansprout... ]
Wrap your legs around me or you'll knock your head again.
[ he's not asking. but that might not be enough to convince haruki when he's already got the other's fur bristling here (and he's supposed to be the werewolf!!! maybe he's the actual vampire, the leech, and all that)— ]
Or I can princess carry you. Your choice.
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Shut up. You don't get it.
[ he doesn't get it!!!! he doesn't get how he wishes reiji was sanemitsu's real son, actually. haruki would trade places with him in a heartbeat. reiji would be happier, his deadbeat father would be happier... haruki would be... fine. so why are things so unfair for them? he talks into his skin, muffled by reiji's hair. ]
I wish I could do a complete blood transfusion where I would not have a single drop of my original blood in me, give it to you, and get some rando's blood put into mine. Doesn't matter who it is. They'd be just as a good a father to me as the slug was, anyway.
[ oughhh his head feels light. maybe he should shut up and stop moping. ]
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[ he's got all those cells anyway, but reiji won't bring that up. he's just glad haruki's complying to his request, although it would be nothing for him to pick him up either way. he just doesn't want to crack his head too hard when he's already inebriated, you know.
he doesn't mind haruki's face in his neck, either. he'd crack a vampire joke if haruki weren't pouring his little heart out about his (THEIR) deadbeat dad. not that reiji would ever think of him that way.
but regardless of that... ]
I like that you're his real son. You're exactly the type of son I'd expect Sanemitsu-san to have.
[ he'll shift his weight to his legs so he can pick haruki up and lie him back on the sofa, although he'll keep his arms around haruki's waist as he leans over him for a second so he can look him in the eye. ]
I like that you're my brother, too.
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he doesn't fight him or move away from him as his back is gently pressed against the sofa, frowning. how is he the type of son minoru harada would have? in what universe are they even alike? reiji keeps comparing them in the most random ways possible, and haruki's inclined to disagree all the time, just on principle. but that comment — that last comment, about being brothers... that bothers him a lot.
he opens his eyes slightly to look at him, glaring... moving his arms away from his neck to cup his face instead.
brothers. what brothers??? reiji's a kid who attached himself to the first person that showed him compassion, and haruki has to live with the harada curse in his veins. they are most certainly not the same. with almost no hesitation, he pulls reiji's face close to kiss him, a little forcefully and angry, but not for very long, pulling away dramatically to scoff at him. ]
. . . Wrong. If we were brothers I couldn't do that, now could I?
[ checkmate atheists. also the concept of saying this to mr. incest btw. ]
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not too much can get a rise out of reiji, but his eyes do widen almost immediately when haruki pulls his face in to kiss him. he doesn't even care he's still being a little pissy, because the only thing he's thinking about right now are that haruki's lips are on his and even without the idle feeling of intoxication in him, he knows he really likes it. yeah, haruki reeks of alochol right now, but it's not a scent reiji is unaccustomed to or even remotely bothered by. he's taken care of sanemitsu time upon time whenever he got wasted and wanted to cry or bitch about things, which causes the corner of his mouth to smirk — because who else is drunkenly whining to him about family stuff right. ]
... Why not?
[ sometimes we do need to be for real. but it doesn't matter, because even if haruki is drunk, reiji's also more than tipsy and it's all he needs as an invitation to hook his leg around haruki so he can rest a knee on the cushion of the couch (and also straddle haruki more) before shoving his hands further up haruki's waist to grab onto him tighter so he can lean in better to kiss him back. maybe a little too enthusiastically, and if his hair gets in haruki's face it's fine, he doesn't need to see anything right now. not like they're watching the movie, anyway. ]
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this is stupid and insane. it should be gross, he thinks, if he thought of reiji as his brother, but they don't have a lick in common. reiji's just some kid some guy raised far away from him, and the fact that that guy happens to be the same guy that knocked up his mother has nothing to do with him. reiji's nothing to him. nothing. he's so pushy about the whole brothers thing but he's not!
...ugh. no, he can't even pretend this doesn't affect him, not even just to lie to himself. the fact of the matter is at one point he started to care for reiji, as a friend, and maybe in all his doe-eyed insistence, he started to see him as his brother as well. but then why does he feel so starved for attention right now? is it the booze? he couldn't possibly want reiji to love him more than he loves his dad, right? that's just stupid. the truth is he just wants to know how far reiji's willing to take this, but he's slowly realizing that the fact that they're "brothers" might be exactly why reiji's doing this right now. it has to be a fucking fetish.
he tangles his fingers in his hair, moving his hands a little too desperately through it, touching the wolf ears he's still donning meanwhile. he can't see shit, and he also doesn't feel like opening his eyes, but he will test his limits by pressing his knee between reiji's legs as he deepens the kiss for a moment before pulling back for air, lips still touching. ]
. . . Pervert. [ he had to get that out there first of all. then: ] Have you ever . . . made out with dad?
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he's not thinking about that too much right now, because what haruki says next to him causes him to scoff somewhere between a laugh and taking slight offensive at his words. he didn't expect that. he lifts his face again to directly pout at the other, brows knitting as he searches haruki's expression regardless of the other's damn eyes being closed. ]
Who's the pervert, again?
[ mind you, haruki's knee is the one between his legs...not that it stops reiji from grinding down just a little harder onto it, to drill that fact in and also because it feels good. it's exciting. he's feeling hotter than he usually does when he drinks too much, and he doesn't think he's even drank himself to being as shitfaced as he normally likes to; he's not slurring his speech too badly and he's a little too in control of his own movements. like how he purposefully shoves his hands up beneath the undershirt of haruki's (well, his dad's) suit to run his palms directly against haruki's skin. he's warmer than he usually is, too. some vampire. ]
...No.
[ not for lack of wanting to. but like hell he's saying that. don't ask him pervert questions!!! ]
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I see.
[ he sighs softly, realizing he just asked an insane question to his "brother", and that he took it in stride, answering honestly and candidly without freaking out over it. that in itself is more telling than reiji will ever know. haruki's detective skills might be addled, but he can still read between the lines. so he hasn't made out with sanemitsu, but obviously he'd be open to it. hell, he probably wants to, even if reiji himself might not know it. he... scratches behind his wolf ear, pressing his knee a little more against him as he feels reiji grind back against the pressure he's exerting on him. ]
...I smell like him. I'm aware I look like him, too.
[ he cants his neck slightly to give him more access to his skin, swallowing before he speaks again. ]
If you want me to pretend to be him, I could... Reiji.
[ first name no honorific because he hears how excited reiji gets when his dad calls his name like that. ]
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reiji feels a shiver run up his spine for all the wrong reasons, and he ends up having to bite down hard on his own lip to stifle a whine that threatens to escape his throat — instead suddenly clearing his throat to turn it into a grunt instead as he rolls his hips down on haruki's leg in a pratically lascivious way. not that he has much shame about that, but his face feels hot at what haruki's just said to him, and he is a little embarrassed about that. what the hell is he doing... ]
Mn... You're not...him, though...
[ nobody can be him. he's irreplaceable and dear to reiji and the thought of doing this to sanemitsu is almost enough to make him explode on the spot. unfortunately haruki's planted that seed in his mind, and his chest feels weighted with almost an ache — that conveniently coincides with the coiling heat in his abdomen. he's pretty stupefied and feeling stubborn about this though, so he doesn't wait for haruki to respond while he's exposing his neck like that for him. his brother is acting like a drunken whore, and it's atrociously similar to how sanemitsu acts. sickening, but it doesn't stop reiji from pushing his hands up further toward the sides of haruki's lower ribs and hiking the other's shirt up in the process. he'll take advantage of the opening too, tilting his head to press his lips against the side of haruki's neck — passionate and gentle at first, because he's trying to navigate this mess haruki's got him thinking about now, but he'll start nipping his teeth just a little so he can suck on the other's skin.
...if his tail starts to swish in a pleased way, don't even worry about it. reiji's not paying attention to it, either. ]
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