Stay Tuned As Life Continues

It had only been Christmas day for a few hours and the snow was still flying. The wind was blowing around so ferociously that if someone had awakened and looked out the window they would have only seen a solid sheet of white blowing by their window. As the wind continued to blow the temperature dropped outside, and with it the temperature in the apartment. The two blondes laid asleep in their bed, curled up under a thick stack of blankets. But as the temperature continued to drop those blankets just didn’t hold the same warmth as another hot body, so seeking warmth they found themselves wrapped back around each other. It was in this warm embrace that dreams continued to pour into a blonde’s head, and it wasn’t dreams of sugar plums.

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A young Takeru laid in his bed shivering, the icy air easily penetrated his blankets, and his thick pajamas. He laid there staring around the room. Even though he had lived in this new room for a few months now it was still so foreign and uncomfortable to him. Months earlier he remembered that he had spilled his grape juice on the couch and after that was when his world changed. He knew he didn’t want to tell either one of his parents as they had done nothing but yell about things for as long as he could remember. And he couldn’t tell his brother about the spill simply because he was still at school. So he did what he remembered seeing his brother do so many times before, he simply placed a pillow over the stain and walk away. He looked around and saw that his mom was leaving his parent’s bedroom where his parents had been yelling at each other for most of the day. She had been messing with clothes all day and had been ignoring him, like she had for several days, just like his dad had. Not like Yamato however, he was the only one that had paid any attention to him as of late. Thinking of his brother, Takeru turned to look at the tv, Yamato was supposed to teach him how to beat the video games they had when he got back from school that day.

Takeru looked back at his mother, she walked towards him and the couch. He began to panic, just knowing that she would find out about the stain, so he did the only thing that made sense to his young panicked mind, he ran. He ran into the bedroom his brother and him shared and climbed into Yamato’s bed. This was the only place he felt safe anymore. He pulled the blankets over his head, trying to hide from the world, and the wrath of his mom that was bound to come. He heard her enter the bedroom, and walk right to where he was, he held his breath hoping that she wouldn’t find him. Hoping that she would just go away, but to no success.
She jerked the blankets off of her son and grabbed him up into her arms. “Come on Takeru, we’re going now.”

“Where are we going Mom?” Takeru asked.

“To Aunt Watanabe’s house for a few days okay?” Nancy said hugging her son tight.

Takeru frowned, he knew he had been caught, and now he was being punished for it. He hated Aunt Watanabe’s house, it stunk, she had nasty food and her dogs always knocked him down. He struggled the best he could to get out of his mother’s grip but she held on to him tight. As they left the bedroom and walked towards the door he saw his dad, standing by the front door, a cigarette was in his mouth.
“Aren’t you going to at least wait for Yamato to get back? I’m sure he would like to say goodbye to his brother.”

Nancy didn’t respond, she just held onto Takeru and grabbed her suitcase and left the apartment. She briskly walked over to the elevator and entered it. Once the door closed behind them and they were on their way to the ground floor did she start to cry.

“What’s wrong Mom?” Takeru asked.

“Nothing Takeru.” Nancy said still clinging to her son.

“Are Yamato and Dad going to meet us at Aunt Watanabe’s?” Takeru asked.

“Your Dad isn’t going to be there Takeru.” Nancy answered.

“What about Yamato?” Takeru asked?

Nancy’s cry got worse, as she thought about having to leave her oldest son behind.

“Mom? Is Yamato going to be there?” Takeru asked, as tears started to stream down his face as well. “Mom?”

Takeru’s dream warped and shifted back to the cold bedroom where he was all alone. The tears in his eyes left cold streaks where they rolled down his face. He hadn’t seen his brother or dad in months; he had only talked to them briefly on the phone a couple times. Since they left home, his mom was always crying, and no matter what he did she wouldn’t stop. His world had been turned upside down for awhile and he was sure that it was his entire fault.

Just as he was about to put his head into the pillow and scream he heard the front door open and close. He heard familiar voices, the voices of his dad and brother. He then heard his door open, and he looked to see who it was. There standing in the doorway was his big brother, holding a sleeping bag and pillow. Takeru struggled against the blankets but he was too tangled up to move. Yamato laughed quietly as he entered the bedroom. He walked over to this brother and dropped the sleeping bag on the floor and then proceeded to untangle his little brother. “There you go Teeks. Merry Christmas.”

Takeru wiped the tears away from his face, he didn’t want to show his brother that he had been crying. But what had Yamato said, ‘Christmas’? Takeru couldn’t believe that he had forgotten that it was Christmas. He started to get up, but Yamato stopped him.

“Dad says that Santa hasn’t made it here yet. So you need to stay in bed, and sleep.” Yamato said. He then laid out his sleeping bag and climbed into it.

Takeru sniffled a few times, and continued to stare at the dark space where his brother was. Minutes past, Takeru couldn’t fall back asleep. Not with the excitement of it being Christmas and having his brother there next to him for the first time in months. So Takeru crawled to the end of the bed “Yamato?”

“Yeah Teeks?” Yamato answered.

“Can I sleep with you?” Takeru asked quietly.

Yamato let off a huff, “Takeru you have a bed, I just have a sleeping bag.”

“Pleeeeease Onii-chan?” Takeru pleaded.

Yamato sighed and sat up, “Tell you what, how about I climb up into bed with you. Will that work?”

Takeru nodded, “Uh-hu.”

Yamato climbed out of the sleeping bag as Takeru slipped back under the covers of his bed. Yamato climbed in after him. “I’ve missed you Yamato.”

“I’ve missed you too Teeks.” Yamato said as he was still trying to settle into the bed.

But before Yamato could get settled Takeru latched himself to his brother’s side. Takeru suddenly felt a wave of calm and warmth flow over him causing his eyes to grow heavy. “Merry Christmas Onii-chan.”

“Merry Christmas Takeru.” Yamato said.

And there they laid, two brothers rejoined for Christmas, getting so much from each other than they realized.

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Takeru jerked himself awake, setting straight up in bed. His chest heaving in and out with every rapid breath he took, and the sweat on his forehead quickly cooling down as it made contact with the cold air, the scratch on his face stung with pain. Takeru looked around the room, trying to calm himself down, he was awake now and in Yamato’s bedroom. Yamato laid inches away, the covers mostly removed, showing off that this was an older version of his brother that he had just dreamt about as well as his bare chest. Takeru watched as his older brother’s chest rose and lowered, he listened to each breath as it came in and went out. Takeru smiled slightly, as he felt the same calm come over him as in his dream

That was one reason why it was so great to sleep with Yamato. Whenever he had these strange dreams, either like a long forgotten memory like the one he had just woken up from, or one’s that left himself feeling alone and broken. Yamato was always right there to comfort him. He didn’t even have to be awake to comfort him, like he was then. No just being there, right next to him, being so close to someone that loves you unconditionally is always a comforting feeling. A feeling that says no matter what is going on in the world or inside you own head that this person is going to be there for you no matter what.

And with that Takeru laid his head back on his pillow and peacefully drifted back to sleep.

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Takeru looked around the barren landscape, there was nothing and no one around for as far as he could see. That is except his friend Sora, she stood next to him, her face already showing defeat. However Takeru hadn’t given up hope yet, he knew he would find his brother, he just needed more time. Takeru took one final look around, he hadn’t seen his brother in what felt like months. When Yamato had left the group earlier he had been acting unusual. But that didn’t matter to Takeru, he loved his brother and longed to see him again. After looking around and not seeing anything Takeru turned to Sora to tell her something when he noticed a shadow move up her leg. Takeru cried out her name trying to warn her but it was too late, the shadowy mass expanded into a large hole, sucking in Sora along with her large pink bird that was her companion. Takeru shouted her name again as she fell deeper into the darkness and out of sight.

That is when he heard someone call his name from afar; it was distant enough that he couldn’t tell who was calling him. He looked around the barren rocky terrain and didn’t see anyone. He looked back into the hole, perhaps it was Sora calling up to him. His name was called again and Takeru was able to distinguish who the voice belonged to. Takeru couldn’t help but shout. “Hey, that sounds like Yamato!”

“It sure does!” Yamato shouted back as he ran over the crest of a small hill. Yamato sprinted to his younger brother, glad to see him once again. Yamato knelt down and wrapped Takeru in a tight embrace. Takeru feeling the arms of this brother around him, knew at that point that everything was going to be alright. He knew that they would find a way to rescue Sora.

“Oh Yamato, where have you been? I’ve been so worried about you.” Takeru said, squeezing his brother tighter.

Yamato stood up, taking his brother with him. Takeru’s arms were still wrapped around his brother’s neck and he wrapped his legs Yamato’s waist to stabilize himself more. “Sorry Takeru, I needed time to get my head straight. But I won’t leave you again. I promise you.”

Takeru hugged his brother tightly again, breathing in his scent. It had been such a long time since he had seen his brother. And it boggled his young mind of how something such as just touching, hearing, or even smelling his brother could ease all the worries in his heart. Takeru nestled against his brother’s shoulders and closed his eyes, glad to have a moment of peace.

While Takeru held tightly onto his brother, the world warped and melted away. The rocky terrain they were on melted into darkness as Takeru’s whole dream changed around him without him knowing. And that is when Takeru heard it. A loud laugh, a terrible laugh, a laugh that sent shivers up his spine. Takeru knew that laugh, he was used to hearing it daily as he had always made his mother laugh everyday to make them both feel good, and now it just filled him with terror. Takeru opened his eyes, expecting to see his mother, instead in the distance he could see a large frightening clown holding a white sheet in front of himself. He could see the clown laughing, this laugh had the same effect on Takeru as his mother’s, however this one sounded deeper, darker and more sinister.

Takeru watched as two large metal creatures ran towards the large clown. The clown gave off another evil laugh and sent the sheet sailing through the air. The sheet seemed to grow larger and larger until it was large enough to cover both of the metal creatures. As the sheet covered them, there was a crackling sound and a bite of electricity could be felt in the air. Takeru couldn’t believe his eyes, as he saw that the sheet laid flat against the ground, showing no signs of the one’s it covered.

“Metal-Garurumon!” Yamato shouted as he started to run towards the battle field along with Taichi.

Takeru knew his brother needed him, he knew he needed his brother, so he started to follow him. “Yamato wait.”

Yamato stopped and turned to his brother, “Takeru stay there. I don’t want you getting hurt. I’ll be right back.” Yamato turned back around and started running out towards the battlefield again. “Metal-Garurumon, I’m coming!”

Takeru started to follow his brother but he felt multiple hands grab a hold him, they held him from where he knew he needed to go. He knew his brother was in danger, and he knew he needed to protect him, but there he was, unable to help him. Takeru was forced to watch as his brother ran towards where his companion had vanished, as well as towards the villainous clown that had just made them disappear.

The clown gave an evil grin, as he threw another sheet onto the battle field, this one meant to land on Yamato and Taichi. Takeru tried to shout a warning to his brother but the words got caught in his throat. Takeru’s heart slowed down when he heard the crackling sound and felt the bite of electricity once more in the air. “Onii-chan!” Takeru tried pushing forward but the hands held him back once more, keeping him from rescuing his brother.

Takeru could do nothing but watch as the clown walked victoriously onto the battle field and removed the two sheets from the resting places on the ground. He then bent over and picked things up from the ground. The clown began to walk towards them, and as he did, Takeru could see what he was holding in his hands. What he held in his hands were Yamato, Taichi as well as the two metal creatures, they had been shrunk in size, and now small little metal chains were attached to their backs.

Takeru’s heart dropped, just moments before Yamato and him were happy as they hugged each other. He had found his brother after they had been separated for what felt like years. Their reunion had been short, but the unbelievable joy that he had felt then was now replaced by an unparalleled sorrow.

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Takeru sat up, tears were streaming from his eyes, his chest heaving, his body shaking, his cut and his whole cheek felt like it was on fire, but no where comparable to the excruciating ache in his heart. The dream he had was new and discomforting. Most of his night terrors up till that point had still revolved around losing his guardian angel, but this one struck his heart even deeper. After all this new one involved losing his brother. Yamato was one of the few people in his life that he loved, and who returned that love. So losing him, felt like his heart had been ripped out, leaving a large empty unfillible hole. Suddenly he felt stirring coming from the other side of the bed.

“Everything alright Teeks?” Yamato said groggily.

Takeru sniffled and tried to get his breathing under control as he talked to his brother, “Fine, go back to sleep.” It was after the words had left his mouth that Takeru knew he had failed at covering up.

Yamato sat up now fully awake and worried, “What’s wrong?”

“Just another nightmare is all.” Takeru said, still trying to catch his breath.

Yamato pulled his little brother close to him, and putting his brother’s head on his shoulder, “Try to forget about, as you say it was just a bad dream.”

Takeru knew that it had just been a dream. After all he could now feel the warm skin of his brother pressing against his own. He could clearly see that his brother was right in front of him, not as some key chain in some crazy clown’s hands. But on the other hand the dream had felt so real, the feeling of your whole world disappearing and all the pain and sorrow that accompanies it.

After a few minutes of holding his brother in his arms Yamato could feel his trembling body stop, his breathing slow down, and saw his tears disappear. Once Yamato was satisfied that his brother was calmed down he spoke, “Better?”
Takeru nodded.

“We’ll how about we go back to sleep, and in a few hours we’ll wake up and have breakfast.”

Takeru sniffled and said hesitantly, “I don’t know…” The thought of possibly having those nightmares again were too much to be able to fall back asleep.

Yamato patted his brother’s back and slowly laid them both back on the bed. “I’m here Takeru. Nothing bad is going to happen. I’m here to protect you.”

Takeru didn’t really like how his brother was talking to him like a little kid, but yet he knew Yamato meant what he said, so he took comfort in his words. But the dream was something Yamato couldn’t protect him from. In fact in was while trying to protect him in the dream was what got Yamato captured and transformed.
Takeru had already lost his brother once that night, and his heart was still aching from it. Having to have the dream again and losing his brother for a second time that night would be unbearable. “Yamato I don’t really want to…”

Yamato made some quiet shushing noises as he ran his fingers through his lover’s hair. “It will be alright.”

“Oniiiii-chan.” Takeru’s plea squeaked out.

Yamato knew that tone, his brother really didn’t want to fall back asleep. This night terror must have been the worst yet as his brother refused to fall back asleep, even with himself there next to him. So Yamato glanced over at the alarm clock, it was roughly 5:30, they had only been sleeping for a few hours, and his body and mind were acting like it. Yamato groaned as he sat back up and stretched. “What do you want for breakfast?” Yamato asked with a large yawn.

“You can go back to sleep Onii-chan, you don’t have to stay up.” Takeru said.

“I’m up now, what do you want?” Yamato asked again tossing the blankets off and rolling out of bed.

“Just some eggs and toast.” Takeru said climbing out of bed.

Yamato walked over to the closet and pulled on a long sleeve shirt, and left to start on breakfast. Takeru soon found his pajama pants and followed his brother to the kitchen. Takeru sat at the kitchen table and watched his brother cook. He watched as his brother moved around the kitchen, wearing just a small apron, a long sleeve shirt and boxers. He followed his brother’s long tall slim legs as they moved from the stove to the fridge. And his eyes swayed with his brother’s hips to the quiet sounds of Christmas music.

Takeru started day dreaming about the sight the stood before him. About those legs, about the body he knew that lay under the shirt. About how he was silently wishing that Yamato was only wearing that dainty little apron. However as Takeru was fantasizing, Yamato was asking him questions, questions he wasn’t hearing.
Eventually Yamato asked loud enough that it broke into Takeru’s fantasy. Takeru blinked, and as he focused on his brother, he began to blush as the thoughts of his day dreams entered his mind. “What was the question?” Takeru said quietly.

“What do you want to drink? We have milk, orange juice, tea and coffee.” Yamato repeated himself.

“ohh…ummm…” Takeru stammered. “Anything will be fine.”

Yamato looked his brother over, “You feeling okay? You look a little flushed.”

Takeru’s hands flew up to feel his cheeks, they were hot to the touch. “I’m fine, just a little tired.” It wasn’t really the truth but it wasn’t really a lie either. He indeed was tired, exhausted even, but that wasn’t why he was flushed.

“If you say so.” Yamato said, not really wanting to push the issue, as he knew both his brother and he could be very irritable first thing in the morning, even more so when they hadn’t slept the night before.

A few minutes passed and Yamato slipped a plate of eggs and toast in front of his brother along with a mug of coffee. He put the same on the other side of the table and sat down. He raised his coffee mug up in the air, “Merry Christmas.”

Takeru lifted his mug too and tapped it against his brother’s, “Merry Christmas.”

The brothers began eating in silence, the only noise came from the radio still playing in the corner. As Yamato’s foot moved in time to the music it accidently brushed against his brother’s leg. “Sorry.” Yamato said quietly. Breakfast continued again only briefly before his foot once again brushed his brother’s leg. Yamato once again apologized to his brother, who just smiled in return.

Yamato was taking the last bite of his eggs when he felt Takeru’s foot on his legs. He slightly choked on the eggs in surprise when the foot didn’t remove itself and it instead moved up and down his bare leg. Yamato looked at his brother who continued to eat his breakfast like nothing was happening.

Yamato then picked up his coffee to help wash down the eggs that felt like they were lodged in his throat. However just as soon as he put the mug up to his lips,
Takeru’s foot moved onto the inside of Yamato’s leg and up towards his crotch.
Yamato’s coffee never reached his mouth, as his shocked brain shut down at his brother’s game of footsie. The coffee instead of reaching Yamato’s lips and mouth instead met his shirt and chest. Yamato’s brain quickly rebooted itself at the feeling of the hot liquid touching his skin. Yamato jumped up out of his chair with a yelp and several curses.

Takeru on the other hand had to keep himself from laughing. After briefly watching his brother bounce around for a brief moment, Takeru managed to say “Sorry” without laughing too much.

Yamato took off his shirt, and Takeru no longer found himself holding back a laugh. Yamato looked down at his chest and saw that his skin was a little red where the coffee had spilt. He turned to lover, “Next time you want to do that, make sure that I’m not drinking a hot beverage.”

Takeru couldn’t listen to his brother as his attention was now once more on the body before him. Takeru stared at his brother’s mostly nude body. Sure he had seen Yamato dressed only in his boxers before but this felt different.

Yamato turned to leave the kitchen, “I’m going to go get dressed.”

Takeru nodded, he waited until his brother left before he got up and put the dishes in the sink. He then hurried to the bedroom to change also. When Takeru entered the bedroom he saw his brother was furiously going through the closet, mumbling and growling about something. Takeru walked over to the dresser and knowing that he wasn’t going anywhere that day, just pulled any clothes he could find out and put them on.

Yamato on the other had didn’t see it as a wear anything day. In fact he was starting to freak out because he couldn’t find any long sleeve shirts, no matter how far back in the closet he dug. Takeru watched from the bed with great joy as the tight jeans his brother had slipped on did nothing to hide Yamato’s gorgeous body.

After another curse, this one louder than the rest Takeru finally asked the question, “Everything alright Yamato?”

“No.” Yamato said bluntly.

Takeru stood up and walked over to his brother, “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t find a shirt.” Yamato tried explaining.

Takeru didn’t even have to look at the closet to know his brother was lying, because he knew the closet was packed with shirts. “Yamato you have plenty of shirts.”

“Not long sleeve shirts. That one I just spilt coffee all over was my last clean one.” Yamato explained further.

“And what’s wrong with the 5,000 other shirts you have?” Takeru asked.

Yamato turned to his brother with a gloomy but yet menacing look on his face, “You know why.”

Takeru sighed, he did know why, but it didn’t make any sense to him. “Yamato you make no sense.”

“Takeru I’ve told you that I don’t….”

“Yamato stop and think for a few seconds. To start things off with, you’ve been shirtless for what? Five minutes now?”

Yamato butted in his explanation, “That coffee was hot. I had to take the shirt off.”

“Right”, Takeru rolled his eyes, “Second of all we’re alone in the apartment. No one is coming over and we’re not going anywhere. So it’s just you and me here all day and I’ve seen you shirtless countless times now.”

“But…”

Takeru stepped closer to his brother and a hand on his shoulder. “Yamato I love you. I love everything about you, both the good…” Takeru ran his free hand against his brother’s jaw line. “…And the bad…” Takeru then ran his hand down
Yamato’s arm, causing him to shiver as his scars were traced. “I love you Onii-chan, nothing can ever change that.” Takeru’s hand finished sliding down his brother’s arm and grabbed his brother’s hand, and the other hand that was
Yamato’s shoulder went to the back of Yamato’s neck and pulled him in for kiss.
The kiss was short and sweet, and enough to tell Takeru he had succeeded with talking to his brother.

Yamato looked at his brother, his face still a blank slate, “Fine, I’ll wear a normal shirt.”

“Or you could just go shirtless.” Takeru said, shifting his eyes brows. Yamato’s face flashed only briefly of the shock of what came from his brother, before it changed into smile. “There’s the smile I’ve been waiting for.”

Takeru turned to walk back to the bed and sit down on the corner, but before he could sit down Yamato grabbed a button up shirt from his closet. “Since you’re so intent on me going shirtless I’ll put this on just to punish you for making me spill my coffee.”

This time it was Takeru’s turn to put on a gloomy expression, “Come on Onii-chan it was just an accident.”

Yamato smiled at his brother and put the shirt on. Even though they were now more than just brothers Yamato still found enjoyment in teasing his little brother. He then walked over and took his brother by the hand, “Come on let’s go finish unwrapping our gifts.” Yamato then lead Takeru to the living room.

Once Takeru was comfortably seated on the couch Yamato rounded up both of their gifts and set them in the middle of the couch. Yamato soon joined his brother on the couch and together they started unwrapping the rest of their gifts. Gifts such as cookbooks, movies and stationary became scattered around them as they moved onto the next gift.

After the final gift had been unwrapped a thought popped into Yamato’s head and caused him to jump up, “I’ll be right back with another gift.” He said before he ran out of the room and into his bedroom. Once there he made his way to the closet, and after moving around several items around he grabbed his brother’s gift. He ran back to the living room and stuck his head in. “Close your eyes.”
Takeru did as he was told and Yamato walked over to him, and put the gift on top of Takeru’s head. “Okay you can open them now.”

Takeru’s eyes shot open and his hands flew to his head. He quickly plucked the gift from his head and looked at it. It was a Christmas Red velvet Fedora, with a white furry band and sticking out from the band. Takeru put the hat back on his head and jumped up to hug his brother. “I love it Yamato. Thank you.”

Yamato held his brother in his arms, “I’m glad you like it Teeks.”

The day progressed as Yamato had originally planned, they ate a small lunch, danced about the living room, holding each other close with thier bodies swaying to the music played softly, worked on cooking their dinner for two, and of course the dinner itself. Much like their meal that morning, this one was filled with a flirtatious game of footsie. This game however Yamato expected and was able to keep his actions in check. After the dinner Yamato and Takeru retired to the living room where they curled up on the couch together to watch the last of the Christmas specials of the year. With their arms around each other they occasionally exchanged kisses, as time rolled on and as their interests in the movies dropped, the number of kisses rose.

It was after one long passionate kiss Takeru asked, “Onii-chan, will you play me something?”

“Of course, what do you want me to play?” Yamato asked.

“I don’t care, I just want to hear you play.” Takeru answered.

Yamato got up and walked to the bedroom, he instinctively grabbed his guitar in the corner but as he went to leave he also walked over to his bed stand and grabbed his new harmonica from the drawer and returned to the living room.
Takeru’s eyes grew and so did his smile when he saw his brother return, not only was Yamato going to play the guitar but he was going to play the new harmonica he had given him as well.

Yamato started strumming his guitar; he every so often effortlessly switched over to his harmonica. Takeru watched and listened to his brother with great pleasure and intent. The feelings he had, made him feel light and happy, a feeling of familiarity flowed over him a feeling he hadn’t felt in sometime.

Yamato played for a long time, loving the way his brother focused so closely on everything he did. His brother’s love and interest kept on urging him to continue, until a large yawn escaped his lips instead of the words to a song, causing Takeru to give out a slight laugh. Yamato set his guitar to the side, and checked the time. “I hate to say it Takeru but it’s late.”

Takeru tried suppressing a yawn but it forced its way out, he then gave his eyes slight rub. “I won’t argue with you there.”

“Well how about we take our showers and head to bed.” Yamato said.

Takeru nodded and followed his brother to the bedroom.

It was only a brief time later that Takeru found himself laying in the bed alone, his brother busy taking a shower. Takeru tried to fight the sleep that was growing stronger and stronger inside of him, but it wasn’t long before Takeru was drifting off to sleep. Once he was asleep he could instantly feel the pain, the sorrow and the loneliness that haunted his dreams early that morning. The dreams of Takeru losing his brother, the feeling of being abandoned and alone swept through him. Those feeling began to grow and multiply within him.

Yamato came back into the bedroom, fresh from the shower and unaware that his brother was asleep. He looked at his brother in bed, his hair was still wet. Yamato tossed his dirty clothes in the hamper and crawled into the bed. Takeru’s eyes then shot open as he took a loud gasp of air.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were asleep already.” Yamato apologized.

“I did mean to be.” Takeru said trying to shake off the sleep as well as the feelings it had brought with it.

“Let’s get some sleep. I’m beat.” Yamato said reaching out and pulling his brother close to him.

“Merry Christmas Onii-Chan.” Takeru said, as he rested his head on his brother’s chest.

“Merry Christmas Teeks.” Yamato said, as he began to stroke his brother’s head.
Yamato thought back to throughout the day, and although the night before and the early morning were rough, the rest of the day had been perfect, just like he had wanted it to be. And now the night was ending, his brother was snuggled up close, and everything was peaceful. But something was telling Yamato that the night wasn’t over just yet.

As Takeru laid with his ear pressed against Yamato’s chest thoughts went through his head. Thoughts of being himself alone, thoughts of being abandoned, and knowledge that if he fell asleep those thoughts and feelings would only multiply.
The dreams felt real as did the pain of loneliness they brought with them.
Takeru’s mind was quickly taken over by irrational fears, fears that his mother would find a way to separate them, fears that his brother would leave him for someone else, a fear he would wind up alone for the rest of his life. It was during this time of irrational thoughts that another kind of thought entered his head, an idea of how to keep Yamato. A way to prove to Yamato that he would be there, a way to ensure that he would never be alone.

Takeru changed his hearing focus from the rhythmic beat of his brother’s heart to his brother’s breathing. He listened long enough to know that his brother had already nodded off to sleep, which didn’t stop Takeru as what he had planned would wake his sleeping lover quickly. Takeru moved his head until it hovered above one of Yamato’s nipples. Takeru glanced up at his brother’s face and seeing that his brother was still asleep decided to put his plan into action. Takeru’s tongue came out of his mouth and traced the outside of the nipple, causing his brother to shift slightly in his sleep. Takeru then gave the soft pink bud a few flicks with his tongue, this time receiving a slight moan from his brother.
Takeru growing bolder from the moans, gave Yamato’s nipple a couple swift nips.
Yamato’s eyes shot open as he caught another moan escaping his lips. Yamato sat up slightly and looked down at his brother, but before he could say anything,
Takeru had placed his lips on his nipple and began gently sucking while giving few flicks of his tongue. Yamato moaned out loud.

Yamato continued to moan, his breaths quickly picking up the pace. In between moans his mind cleared enough to think, “Takeru…”

Takeru continued playing with his brother’s nipples.

“Takeru…”

Takeru gave his brother’s nipple a harder nip than before, this time receiving a loud yip and moan.

“Ta….Tak….Takeru…Stop.” Yamato panted out.

Takeru paused and looked up to his brother, his youthful looks playing into the innocent look he gave his brother. However that innocent look only lasted briefly as Takeru’s lips contacted Yamato’s skin once more. Yamato’s head wanted to know what had brought on Takeru’s new actions while his body screamed at his brain to shut up and just go with the flow. Takeru either not know or not caring of the confusion his brother had, started a trail of kisses up to Yamato’s lips.
This kisses tickled and warmed Yamato’s skin as Takeru’s lips and warm breath moved against his skin, the anticipation for what was coming kept growing with every kiss.

Takeru’s lips met his brother’s and his tongue was quickly jolting into his lover’s mouth. Their tongues tangled around each other briefly before they once again broke and began roughly moving against each other. As the kiss continued Yamato was surprised not only at the ferocity of his brother but at his next action.

Takeru moved from his previous location of next to Yamato to on top of Yamato.
Takeru straddled his brother’s waist, feeling just how excited his brother was through their boxers. Takeru rubbed himself against his lover’s budding member and received a loud moan as well as his brother’s hands on his hips. Takeru began to grind on his brother, and with each movement he could feel his brother’s enjoyment as his brother’s member got larger and harder with every movement.

Once he deemed his brother ready enough Takeru’s hands ran down his brother’s chest and to the edge of his boxers. Yamato’s mouth opened, getting ready to say something.

Seeing his brother about to say something, possibly something to stop him from continuing his plan, Takeru leaned forward and kissed his lover. After another heated kiss Takeru whispered in his brother’s ear, “Please Yamato. Let me do this, I need to do this.” Before any words could escape his brother’s mouth,
Takeru lifted himself off his lover enough to pull both of their boxers off.
Takeru sat back down, his hard cock rubbing against his brother’s.

Takeru’s hand tried its best to wrap around their two throbbing cocks, getting a moan from both of the brothers. As Takeru’s hand pulled the two sensitive members together, Yamato sat up and gave him a heated kiss. Takeru’s hand began to move up and down, jerking himself and his lover off at the same time. As the waves of pleasure swept over Yamato time and time again his kiss would falter, giving his brother a chance to retake his mouth with his tongue, further pleasuring him.
Minutes passed, minutes passed with heat, pleasure and love. Takeru’s hand continued to jerk themselves off, going up and down both of their hard smooth cocks. The pleasure from each motion left both of them panting and moaning into each other mouths. The pleasure Yamato was feeling kept growing and growing, he felt himself his body tense up and vision slightly blur. Yamato broke a kiss he held with his brother, “Takeru…..I…I…..” Yamato’s vision was still clear enough to see the sparkle in his brother’s eyes upon hearing that.

Takeru’s hand released their throbbing cocks, which caused Yamato to give a slight whine. However, after another kiss from his brother, he was surprised by what came next. After the kiss Takeru began to move backwards, after he had moved far enough back on the bed Takeru bent over and licked the tip of Yamato’s cock, cleaning it off the amassed pre-cum it had oozed. Yamato let out a loud moan, and his hands reached and grabbed his back of his lover’s head.

Takeru’s tongue circled his lover’s shaft a couple times before he took the head of it in mouth. Yamato let out another loud moan, and his grip tightened on his lover’s hair. Takeru slowly began taking more and more of Yamato in his mouth, while Yamato on the other had was fighting the urge to thrust upward into the warm moist cavern.

As Takeru began to get into a rhythm he began taking more and more of his brother’s cock. Yamato feeling himself getting closer, was no longer able to control himself, he began thrusting into his younger brother’s mouth, who much to his surprise didn’t seem to notice and continued on.

Yamato’s muscles began to tense up, “Takeru…” he moaned out. His vision began to blur, “Takeru…” This time he moaned out even louder. “TAKERU!” Yamato cried out in pure ecstasy as his orgasm hit him. Yamato’s body gave out and he collapsed back onto the bed. The wake of his orgasm was still flowing through him as he felt his brother continue sucking on his still hard cock.

Yamato’s cock came out of Takeru’s mouth with a pop. Takeru crawled back up to where he could jerk both of them off at the same time. Takeru moaned as his hot cock touched the slightly cooler and moister dick of his brother. Takeru’s hand began pumping on their throbbing cocks as fast and as hard as he could go, their moans mixing together in the night. A few more minutes later, they both felt their ends being reached, and with a final cry of each other’s names they shot their hot juicy loads onto Yamato’s bare stomach.

Both lovers stayed where they were, still riding the edges of their orgasms. Eventually Takeru looked down at this brother’s stomach and saw the mess they had made. Takeru lowered his head down to his brother’s stomach and began licking up their blended cum. While Yamato gave a low moan as his brother cleaned him with his tongue, Takeru basked in the flavor of their mixed seed.

Once he had deemed that his lover was clean Takeru climbed further up the bed until he could lie beside him and look him in the eye. Yamato reached out and took his brother in his arms, holding him close in a loving embrace. He was nodding off to sleep when he heard his brother whisper, “Please don’t ever leave me Onii-chan.”

Yamato kissed his brother’s forehead. “I promise Takeru.”
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Author's Note: I hope everyone who celebrates it had a Merry Christmas! Those that don't I hope you had the best damn December 25th you've ever had! I had this ready to go Christmas eve, but I've just been so exhausted as of late.

To Sykes: I just want to give you a BIG THANK YOU! It's always good to know that people have my back. You said what I was thinking but in a much more civilized manor.