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. ]
[ and he'd never want to be his dad, thanks. however... this is also to help himself right now. he can't possibly kiss reiji as haruki — it's admittedly weird, almost sick. and yes, maybe reiji kissing the real sanemitsu would be weirder, but it's fine if it's a fake one, right? for both their sake, this is the best option here. it puts a buffer between their own relationship to each other, it gives reiji carte blanche to do whatever he wants to his "dad" without ever even getting close to him, and it also lets haruki pretend he doesn't want to kiss reiji so bad right now even though what he feels for him is mostly jealousy.
his lips on his skin, combined with his hands touching his naked abdomen like that are turning haruki on much more than he'd like actually, feeling somewhat sorry for reiji for obviously wanting to do this to his deadbeat dad when he drinks — yet how, despite how easy it would be for him to do so, he still holds back for his dad's sake. how stupid. ]
Reiji . . .
[ he says that quietly, thinking how their voices sound similar when he speaks in a lower tone. it feels as if reiji's humping his knee with more enthusiasm this time, like some horny dog trying to breed his owner. and as weirdly endearing as that is, haruki's starting to feel a little... guilty. like he manipulated reiji's simple feelings just to satisfy his own tipsy whims, yet......... ]
It's fine. You can do... whatever you want.
[ that means reiji can decide if they stop, or if they carry on... even though obviously neither of them want to stop, somehow, and he shows this by pressing his leg more deliberately against the other to help him relieve friction. should he be concerned at how quickly they both got into it, though??? ]
[ it's super hard to think straight when you're getting really hard and your big brother's knee on your dick is doing little to mitigate it in tandem with him lowering his voice like that... god. but it also doesn't deter reiji any, aside from his confusion about what he's supposed to be thinking about here... he loves both his big brother and his dad both, but if he had to choose—
well, he doesn't have to choose, does he? greedy and spoiled as always perhaps, but man, he's ignoring that (sort of), moving one hand up almost a little suddenly to rub down haruki's abdomen and slip a few fingers beneath his. waistband. but it worked, and it's definitely affecting him. he just thinks he can keep his wits together a little longer before it's his turn to start saying embarrassing shit. ]
Lo so. I just...wanted you to say so, stupid...
[ plenty of interpretations for that, but in the back of his mind he knows in turn haruki is the easier one to take advantage of. not that he wants to do that per se, but he's feeling all twisted up inside right now. he scoffs as he rubs his nose into haruki's collar again, and that scent hits his nose like crack. ughhhh... ]
Haru-nii—...
[ he almost says it in a teasing way, both because he wants to ground himself (from thinking about sanemitsu) and because knows haruki doesn't want him to view him as his brother right now. why else would he say that when he kissed him... but unfortunately, reiji's way too into it. maybe it is a fetish. ]
Are you still a virgin?
[ it's his turn to ask the insane question, he thinks. but regardless of haruki's answer, his hand is shoving down more into the other's pants. ]
[ he hates how reiji keeps sniffing him because it obviously means he's trying to get even more of a whiff of his father now, but isn’t this sort of what haruki himself asked for, when he wanted reiji to not treat him as haruki?
maybe if wasn't all for reiji, okay? maybe haruki wanted to detach from this himself. it would help him keep his sanity. probably. maybe it would just make things worse? either way, knowing reiji has never done anything with sanemitsu’s kind of a relief. it means he gets to have something his father doesn’t with the person who loves him the most.
is it evil to enjoy that? hell no, sanemitsu deserves it. but then he kind of feels bad for using reiji like this — for his own daddy issues, basically. then again it goes both ways, so it’s… fine, right????
ugh. he doesn’t want to think of it too much anymore, not when he can tell how hard reiji is, and how he's quickly getting into his pants (literally). he clicks his tongue at his question, turning his head even further away from him. ]
Of course not. [ almost offended ngl!!! but then he thinks about it… ] Are you?
[ in love with the same person since always, thinking he’s ugly… the hints are all there. and he figures he didn’t get laid by anyone in the ldl either because sanemitsu would never allow it, right? ]
[ funny. why is he being asked that, is it because of his dad? does haruki think he's saving himself for his dad or something?? probably. and in an ideal world, he'd be right... but regardless, reiji will lift his hand that isn't in haruki's pants to give him a peace sign in his face. ]
I got two exes.
[ that's. not answering haruki's question... but he doesn't care, and he's grabbing haruki's dick now abruptly with his other hand so he can't get too smart with him right now over it. ]
You don't trust me...?
[ he's almost offended himself, but he guesses he asked the question first... ]
Guy or girl?
[ alright let him just fire off another insane question as he leans into haruki's face again. you seem gay...disregarding the fact that he initiating this fooling around. not that reiji's against it in the least. ]
[ that's not an answer!!!!! but reiji's right, grabbing his dick is a good enough distraction from what he just asked, so... he gasps as he digs his fingers into his shoulders, gritting his teeth for a moment. he's hard already, which he knew, but it sucks when reiji knows it, too. he was #winning by making him hard with his leg, but now he's #losing.......
how does he answer that, though? it's not like he ever told anyone about whatever's going on with rui, though he's not hiding it, but he's also never discussed it, and what if rui thinks this is some sort of invasion of privacy??? more importantly... the otowas took care of him, which means he grew up with rui, which means rui still considers him family, which means they're basically brothers...... and won't that just give reiji some really fucked up validation and sense of kinship???? haruki does not need that can opened right now. ]
None of your... business.
[ if reiji's gonna ask him questions as haruki and not as a sanemitsu expy, then haruki will just have to kiss him to shut him up, needy and deep, moving his hands back up the sides of his neck, to his head, then up to his ears to gently tug at them as he brushes his thumbs over the inside of them. they're so soft... does he like this? well he got ready to pounce him the moment haruki gave him an inch, so he probably does.
makes him wonder why he never jumped his dad who's probably ten times more slutty than he is, though. respect, maybe? fuck your respect. if reiji truly has never done anything with him, then this is haruki's time to claim that prize first, he thinks. it could also be the alcohol talking but no time to think about that right now. ]
[ reiji hums in it for a second as he squeezes haruki's dick, the corner of his mouth smirking at how he's already hard. reiji wasn't expecting that, to be honest...! but it's likely because he's intoxicated, so he won't gloat to much. even if he wants to.
but he's also shut up real fast by the way haruki kisses him again, and his hand that was just in the other's face moves to hold the side of haruki's head so he can reciprocate — because he enjoys this too, and even tilts his head as he pushes his body forward and moans into it a little.
...moreso when haruki grabs his ears. what's up with that, anyway? he almost flinches away slightly from haruki's lips without warning to bring a hand up to cover one of his ears.
... ]
...Ah. Did you curse me with your devilish kiss, vampire-san?
[ haruki's got so much weird shit going on with his cells he doesn't even know where to begin, and yet this isn't really a pressing thing for reiji right now.
not when he can lean in to lick up along haruki's neck while he twists his wrist to give haruki more stimulation here in turn. ]
...I think you like guys.
[ in case he was wanting reiji's blunt, unsolicited opinion!! ]
[ truthfully, it hadn’t registered to haruki that the ears were anything more than a very realistic costume, but it makes sense in retrospect since the tail was definitely moving earlier, huh? either way, both had their bodies used as lab rats for years on end, and he's definitely seen weirder, so he simply doubles down on molesting the sensitive part of them as he scoffs. ]
Don't— blame me. Maybe this happens when you're really horny. Is it your mating season?
[ haha. his cheekiness ends in a second when he feels that warm tongue lap up his neck, squirming a little and gritting his teeth. he has to let go of one of the ears sadly because he needs to fumble downwards and reach for the bottom of reiji's shirt to tug it up. ]
The person I like happens to be a guy, yeah. What about it?
[ mom dad i’m gay and also stronger than you so don’t try anything (except he’s not stronger than reiji but he’s still unnecessarily defensive over it, mostly for rui’s sake). anyway even if reiji isn’t pressed over it, haruki’s extra curious about the tails and ears!! ]
. . . Do you feel weird?
[ is this gonna happen to him too? is it contagious??? are there signs?? ]
[ and thank god he lets go of his ears, which flick in an irritated, overstimulated way when haruki does. fuck does he mean by that............ ]
... Kinda.
[ the weird feeling; not that haruki messing with his shirt is helping any. reiji just opts to reach for the back of his collar to help him with that, because he kind of feels hot anyway, so he can pull it over the top of his head (messing up his hair more than it already is) and toss it aside. not important. but he suddenly uses the same hand to rake his fingers up through haruki's fringe to ultimately grab at his hair and pull his neck back a bit more. haruki's supposed to be the vampire, but maybe he can be a fake one. that's how he fits into the family anyway, after all. ]
Are you gonna bitch about it if I bite you?
[ like a dog. while he's waiting for an answer, he lazily gives haruki a few more strokes to his dick, just because he likes being reminded of how hard the other is in turn right now. mating season for who, exactly!!! ]
[ now why is reiji giving him a show???? haruki's trying very hard not to gawk, but despite what reiji says (and what haruki tends to confirm), he doesn't think reiji's actually bad-looking. in fact, he's kind of really hot, which is something he hates addressing because as it turns out, haruki does think of him as a brother sometimes.
right now he doesn't think about much, not with his dick firmly in the other's hand; and whatever thoughts were rattling in his brain for a moment there were quickly dissipated when his hair gets tugged like that. he grits his teeth to keep himself from whimpering, wincing instead. reiji's hot breath on his skin sends a shiver down his spine, and all he can think of is him actually biting into his flesh. ]
You know... I hate my blood... I wouldn't mind if you tore into me... then bled me to death.
[ well he would mind, this is just a figure of speech as he puts on a brave face. but...... he can't deny that for a moment, looking at reiji with unusually sharp fangs like those, and the ears, and the tail....... kind of terrified him. is the fear making him get hard, or did that happen beforehand?
actually...
he brings his hands over to reiji's naked chest, putting a little barrier between them even if the other has him firmly in his grip. no, this is getting really scary now. reiji better not be able to smell it on him... ]
Hey. Don't make it sound like you actually want to eat me...
[ reiji scoffs in an amused way, right against his neck. ]
Che cavolo... I'm not doing that much........
[ mauling him or whatever he thinks. there might be an instinctive, exciting urge inside of him to bite haruki right now, but the last thing he wants to do is hurt his brother. he's not against the idea of roughing him up a little, but also reiji's just too incredibly fond of him to do anything too mean...
he likes the feeling of haruki's hand against his chest, but he does wonder if he's actually getting a little scared of him now. that's cute. wish he were this compliant when he was trying to rescue his ass... he's always so stubborn. ]
Just let me chew on you a bit, 'kay...?
[ and he'll try to reassure the other by loosening his grip in his hair to run his fingers through toward the back of haruki's scalp more gently, even licking right over the spot above his collar he wants to bite.
...and bite he does, putting some jaw strength into it because it's no fun otherwise and he wants to hear what kind of cute noise haruki might make, but he's not intending to pierce his skin or anything. he hums into it as he does, enjoying being this close to his neck in general because...well, it smells really good.
[ well, reiji gets exactly what he wants, because haruki immediately yelps, terrified out of his mind the moment he feels teeth on him, 100% convinced the other is about to tear into him any moment now like some sort of wild beast that has been starved for days. ]
Mnh— ahh . . .
[ fuck, he's almost as scared as he's turned on by this. no matter how loving reiji tries to act, he's still hovering over him, horny and allegedly not hungry, but scary nonetheless. he curls his fingers over his skin, dragging his nails over his chest, taking deep breaths as he's too afraid to move away from him or push him, thinking that any false move will make reiji actually tear him up. ]
. . . Reijiiiii. . .
[ “that's enough”, “what are we doing here?” “i think we're both too drunk for this”, “let's find out why you’re suddenly a dog” — ]
Stop... teasing me... do it already...
[ bite him, he means. or not. anything. please he just needs this anticipation to stop, or else he's gonna come in his hand over nothing and he'd be too embarrassed to talk to him ever again. at least give him a reason to get excited over this before he loses his fucking mind... ]
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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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his lips on his skin, combined with his hands touching his naked abdomen like that are turning haruki on much more than he'd like actually, feeling somewhat sorry for reiji for obviously wanting to do this to his deadbeat dad when he drinks — yet how, despite how easy it would be for him to do so, he still holds back for his dad's sake. how stupid. ]
Reiji . . .
[ he says that quietly, thinking how their voices sound similar when he speaks in a lower tone. it feels as if reiji's humping his knee with more enthusiasm this time, like some horny dog trying to breed his owner. and as weirdly endearing as that is, haruki's starting to feel a little... guilty. like he manipulated reiji's simple feelings just to satisfy his own tipsy whims, yet......... ]
It's fine. You can do... whatever you want.
[ that means reiji can decide if they stop, or if they carry on... even though obviously neither of them want to stop, somehow, and he shows this by pressing his leg more deliberately against the other to help him relieve friction. should he be concerned at how quickly they both got into it, though??? ]
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well, he doesn't have to choose, does he? greedy and spoiled as always perhaps, but man, he's ignoring that (sort of), moving one hand up almost a little suddenly to rub down haruki's abdomen and slip a few fingers beneath his. waistband. but it worked, and it's definitely affecting him. he just thinks he can keep his wits together a little longer before it's his turn to start saying embarrassing shit. ]
Lo so. I just...wanted you to say so, stupid...
[ plenty of interpretations for that, but in the back of his mind he knows in turn haruki is the easier one to take advantage of. not that he wants to do that per se, but he's feeling all twisted up inside right now. he scoffs as he rubs his nose into haruki's collar again, and that scent hits his nose like crack. ughhhh... ]
Haru-nii—...
[ he almost says it in a teasing way, both because he wants to ground himself (from thinking about sanemitsu) and because knows haruki doesn't want him to view him as his brother right now. why else would he say that when he kissed him... but unfortunately, reiji's way too into it. maybe it is a fetish. ]
Are you still a virgin?
[ it's his turn to ask the insane question, he thinks. but regardless of haruki's answer, his hand is shoving down more into the other's pants. ]
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maybe if wasn't all for reiji, okay? maybe haruki wanted to detach from this himself. it would help him keep his sanity. probably. maybe it would just make things worse? either way, knowing reiji has never done anything with sanemitsu’s kind of a relief. it means he gets to have something his father doesn’t with the person who loves him the most.
is it evil to enjoy that? hell no, sanemitsu deserves it. but then he kind of feels bad for using reiji like this — for his own daddy issues, basically. then again it goes both ways, so it’s… fine, right????
ugh. he doesn’t want to think of it too much anymore, not when he can tell how hard reiji is, and how he's quickly getting into his pants (literally). he clicks his tongue at his question, turning his head even further away from him. ]
Of course not. [ almost offended ngl!!! but then he thinks about it… ] Are you?
[ in love with the same person since always, thinking he’s ugly… the hints are all there. and he figures he didn’t get laid by anyone in the ldl either because sanemitsu would never allow it, right? ]
I— don't care either way . . .
[ but tell him anyway. for future reference. ]
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[ funny. why is he being asked that, is it because of his dad? does haruki think he's saving himself for his dad or something?? probably. and in an ideal world, he'd be right... but regardless, reiji will lift his hand that isn't in haruki's pants to give him a peace sign in his face. ]
I got two exes.
[ that's. not answering haruki's question... but he doesn't care, and he's grabbing haruki's dick now abruptly with his other hand so he can't get too smart with him right now over it. ]
You don't trust me...?
[ he's almost offended himself, but he guesses he asked the question first... ]
Guy or girl?
[ alright let him just fire off another insane question as he leans into haruki's face again. you seem gay...disregarding the fact that he initiating this fooling around. not that reiji's against it in the least. ]
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how does he answer that, though? it's not like he ever told anyone about whatever's going on with rui, though he's not hiding it, but he's also never discussed it, and what if rui thinks this is some sort of invasion of privacy??? more importantly... the otowas took care of him, which means he grew up with rui, which means rui still considers him family, which means they're basically brothers...... and won't that just give reiji some really fucked up validation and sense of kinship???? haruki does not need that can opened right now. ]
None of your... business.
[ if reiji's gonna ask him questions as haruki and not as a sanemitsu expy, then haruki will just have to kiss him to shut him up, needy and deep, moving his hands back up the sides of his neck, to his head, then up to his ears to gently tug at them as he brushes his thumbs over the inside of them. they're so soft... does he like this? well he got ready to pounce him the moment haruki gave him an inch, so he probably does.
makes him wonder why he never jumped his dad who's probably ten times more slutty than he is, though. respect, maybe? fuck your respect. if reiji truly has never done anything with him, then this is haruki's time to claim that prize first, he thinks. it could also be the alcohol talking but no time to think about that right now. ]
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[ reiji hums in it for a second as he squeezes haruki's dick, the corner of his mouth smirking at how he's already hard. reiji wasn't expecting that, to be honest...! but it's likely because he's intoxicated, so he won't gloat to much. even if he wants to.
but he's also shut up real fast by the way haruki kisses him again, and his hand that was just in the other's face moves to hold the side of haruki's head so he can reciprocate — because he enjoys this too, and even tilts his head as he pushes his body forward and moans into it a little.
...moreso when haruki grabs his ears. what's up with that, anyway? he almost flinches away slightly from haruki's lips without warning to bring a hand up to cover one of his ears.
... ]
...Ah. Did you curse me with your devilish kiss, vampire-san?
[ haruki's got so much weird shit going on with his cells he doesn't even know where to begin, and yet this isn't really a pressing thing for reiji right now.
not when he can lean in to lick up along haruki's neck while he twists his wrist to give haruki more stimulation here in turn. ]
...I think you like guys.
[ in case he was wanting reiji's blunt, unsolicited opinion!! ]
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Don't— blame me. Maybe this happens when you're really horny. Is it your mating season?
[ haha. his cheekiness ends in a second when he feels that warm tongue lap up his neck, squirming a little and gritting his teeth. he has to let go of one of the ears sadly because he needs to fumble downwards and reach for the bottom of reiji's shirt to tug it up. ]
The person I like happens to be a guy, yeah. What about it?
[ mom dad i’m gay and also stronger than you so don’t try anything (except he’s not stronger than reiji but he’s still unnecessarily defensive over it, mostly for rui’s sake). anyway even if reiji isn’t pressed over it, haruki’s extra curious about the tails and ears!! ]
. . . Do you feel weird?
[ is this gonna happen to him too? is it contagious??? are there signs?? ]
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... Kinda.
[ the weird feeling; not that haruki messing with his shirt is helping any. reiji just opts to reach for the back of his collar to help him with that, because he kind of feels hot anyway, so he can pull it over the top of his head (messing up his hair more than it already is) and toss it aside. not important. but he suddenly uses the same hand to rake his fingers up through haruki's fringe to ultimately grab at his hair and pull his neck back a bit more. haruki's supposed to be the vampire, but maybe he can be a fake one. that's how he fits into the family anyway, after all. ]
Are you gonna bitch about it if I bite you?
[ like a dog. while he's waiting for an answer, he lazily gives haruki a few more strokes to his dick, just because he likes being reminded of how hard the other is in turn right now. mating season for who, exactly!!! ]
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right now he doesn't think about much, not with his dick firmly in the other's hand; and whatever thoughts were rattling in his brain for a moment there were quickly dissipated when his hair gets tugged like that. he grits his teeth to keep himself from whimpering, wincing instead. reiji's hot breath on his skin sends a shiver down his spine, and all he can think of is him actually biting into his flesh. ]
You know... I hate my blood... I wouldn't mind if you tore into me... then bled me to death.
[ well he would mind, this is just a figure of speech as he puts on a brave face. but...... he can't deny that for a moment, looking at reiji with unusually sharp fangs like those, and the ears, and the tail....... kind of terrified him. is the fear making him get hard, or did that happen beforehand?
actually...
he brings his hands over to reiji's naked chest, putting a little barrier between them even if the other has him firmly in his grip. no, this is getting really scary now. reiji better not be able to smell it on him... ]
Hey. Don't make it sound like you actually want to eat me...
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Che cavolo... I'm not doing that much........
[ mauling him or whatever he thinks. there might be an instinctive, exciting urge inside of him to bite haruki right now, but the last thing he wants to do is hurt his brother. he's not against the idea of roughing him up a little, but also reiji's just too incredibly fond of him to do anything too mean...
he likes the feeling of haruki's hand against his chest, but he does wonder if he's actually getting a little scared of him now. that's cute. wish he were this compliant when he was trying to rescue his ass... he's always so stubborn. ]
Just let me chew on you a bit, 'kay...?
[ and he'll try to reassure the other by loosening his grip in his hair to run his fingers through toward the back of haruki's scalp more gently, even licking right over the spot above his collar he wants to bite.
...and bite he does, putting some jaw strength into it because it's no fun otherwise and he wants to hear what kind of cute noise haruki might make, but he's not intending to pierce his skin or anything. he hums into it as he does, enjoying being this close to his neck in general because...well, it smells really good.
his tail wags nonetheless. ]
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Mnh— ahh . . .
[ fuck, he's almost as scared as he's turned on by this. no matter how loving reiji tries to act, he's still hovering over him, horny and allegedly not hungry, but scary nonetheless. he curls his fingers over his skin, dragging his nails over his chest, taking deep breaths as he's too afraid to move away from him or push him, thinking that any false move will make reiji actually tear him up. ]
. . . Reijiiiii. . .
[ “that's enough”, “what are we doing here?” “i think we're both too drunk for this”, “let's find out why you’re suddenly a dog” — ]
Stop... teasing me... do it already...
[ bite him, he means. or not. anything. please he just needs this anticipation to stop, or else he's gonna come in his hand over nothing and he'd be too embarrassed to talk to him ever again. at least give him a reason to get excited over this before he loses his fucking mind... ]