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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      終わりのセラフ_|_Owari_no_Seraph_|_Seraph_of_the_End
  Relationship:
      Hiiragi_Kureto/Hiiragi_Shinya
  Character:
      Hiiragi_Kureto, Hiiragi_Shinya
  Additional Tags:
      Violence, First_Time
  Series:
      Part 2 of Idyllic
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-04 Updated: 2016-11-07 Chapters: 3/? Words: 3873
****** Preserved in Dusky Blues ******
by enraged_screaming_(catpoop)
Summary
     'The boy looks ethereal when he’s still, hair tousled and dimly
     illuminated. Kureto feels a thrill run up his spine just at the
     sight; his fingers itch to touch, even though it feels like
     everything will dissipate into illusions and smoke if he tries to
     disturb the peace. '
     Prequel to Idyllic
Notes
     ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
     (im sorry)
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Shinya unconsciously snuggles into the cushion wrapped in his arms, shifting
his legs where they’re stretched out underneath the duvet. He only crawled into
bed a quarter of an hour ago, but Shinya’s the type to fall asleep almost
instantly, anywhere and anytime. Not to mention the Hiiragi household was
hectic as usual today – Seishirou’s ready to pick a fight 24/7, while seven-
year old Shinoa runs rampant around the house, skidding around on the wooden
floors in sock-clad feet. There’s not really any figure of authority around
anyway – just a nanny hired to cook and clean. Tenri’s too busy out making
money and maybe more offspring, as though he doesn’t have enough already.
He snoozes quietly, fingers lightly scrabbling at the pillowcase, when the door
opens with a soft snick, a sliver of light sliding in to join the puddle of
moonlight on the floor. Kureto closes and locks the door a moment later.
The boy looks ethereal when he’s still, hair tousled and dimly illuminated.
Kureto feels a thrill run up his spine just at the sight; his fingers itch to
touch, even though it feels like everything will dissipate into illusions and
smoke if he tries to disturb the peace. It doesn’t take long for him to take
the few steps to where Shinya’s laying – the rational part of his mind has
already taken a backseat, pulled out a bucket of popcorn. To hell with the
consequences. Shinya’s cheek is soft under his fingers as ever, the swell of
his arse inviting and his nipples (when he shifts just enough that Kureto can
push the cushion aside and touch him there) delicate enough to probably twist
off if he tries hard enough – but Kureto doesn’t stop there like the last few
times. He swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth and clambers onto the bed,
shifting Shinya onto his front and swiftly pulling his pants off with a low
groan. Fucking perfection. Shinya mumbles quietly into his pillow, no doubt
still asleep – he’s a heavy sleeper. Kureto almost drops the lube he’s carrying
in his haste to get the damn thing open, before he successfully slicks his
fingers up and pushes them into Shinya with none of the caution that he should
really be exercising around a sleeping person. Maybe it would more interesting
if Shinya woke up – and it’s with this curiosity at the back of his mind that
he eases his dick into Shinya as soon as he’s wet enough. Fuck, it’s tight.
“Nnh… Ah – ” Shinya nuzzles his pillow with a soft moan, half-woken by the
pressure in his lower half. He’s about to go straight back to sleep when Kureto
slides in to the hilt, and he chokes on air, forcing his eyes open.
“Nuh, wha – AHH!” It’s dark in the room, but Shinya can clearly make out the
figure above him when he turns to look, feel his hands in all the wrong places
and the pain lancing through his body. His next yell is muffled when Kureto
forces his head down ‘til he goes dizzy from the lack of air and
incomprehensible hurt.
Kureto-nii?
Kureto grins at the sight with a feral pride, shifting his hands so he can
properly piston into Shinya while keeping his head still and his voice muffled.
He really should’ve thought this through – it’s only because of surprise that
Shinya hasn’t attacked him yet. But he’s just so beautiful like this – Kureto
leans down to bite his shoulder – all pale and shaky and soon-to-be littered
with marks. Shinya’s shirt is already half off, but it still takes a bit of
awkward manoeuvring for Kureto to pry it entirely off and stuff the fabric down
the boy’s mouth; Shinya gags, tearing up, and he has to quickly hold the
struggling arms down before they remove his makeshift gag and resume the ear-
splitting screaming.
“Mmf!”
“Shut the fuck up, Shinya.” Kureto puts on a frown, but it’s all too quickly
replaced by a smile; he can’t stay angry at the sight of his adorable baby
brother. He’d fucked some girl once, but that barely compares to this
experience – it takes all of his self-control to not cum right there and then
and he breathes heavily against Shinya’s neck trying to calm his dick down.
“Shit, you feel so good.”
Shinya swears loudly, twisting and kicking and in general being such a nuisance
that Kureto almost wants to scream as well. Instead, he slams the pretty blonde
head against the mattress until his cries die down and shifts so he can
properly touch the limp body in his arms. His thrusts are speeding up, and it’s
in some regret that Kureto accepts that he’ll be cumming before he’s barely
started. But it’s not as though this is their first and last time – and a
multitude of mouth-watering fantasies form in his head at the thought.
Shinya blinks at the pattern on his duvet blearily, scrunching his eyes up and
trying to dispel the pounding in his head. There’s a loud creaking and a sick
slapping but there’s not enough air in his lungs for him to comprehend.
Someone’s rearranging his limbs and he feels clammy and distended from the
vomit churning in his stomach. The fabric is dry in his mouth. He tries to kick
his legs but they’ve tangled in his sheets and a numb pain spreads from between
them. All the sounds are reverberating in the cavity of his head until it hurts
to think. He chokes on a cry for help and it feels like his airway has closed
up, pulsing to the tone of the beating in his head.
“Hngh!” Kureto spills with a spasm, any of his previous anger dispelled by the
heady bliss that overwhelms him and the sight of his cum leaking down Shinya’s
cute balls. He smears it down his thighs in a poor attempt at trying to clean
up before curling himself around Shinya, sighing softly. The gag’s still in his
mouth, which he removes with a chuckle. A quick kiss later, and Kureto’s
gathering the boy into his arms, on the edge of falling asleep – he’d really
rather do more, but the fucking was above and beyond expectations and tiredness
is creeping into his limbs at an extraordinary rate. He gently touches Shinya’s
closed eyelids, smoothes his furrowed brow, and presses another half-asleep
promise to those pouty lips.
                                     -----
Shinya wakes as a shiver wracks his frame and his head hurts so much that he
blindly burrows into the nearest object with a whimper. He’s heaved into the
air a moment later, and he cracks his eyes open in confusion, only to close
them again when the light proves too bright. Someone carefully washes his legs,
chest, face, and Shinya almost drifts off to sleep again, if not for the
throbbing in his head.
Kureto leaves Shinya feverish and semiconscious on the bed, himself feeling
particularly well-rested. It’s with a spring in his step that he leaves the
room, nods a greeting to the maid, and sits down for breakfast. He licks his
lips in anticipation. Tonight can’t come soon enough.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter by catpoop
Chapter Notes
     another pitiful chapter of 1000-ish words
See the end of the chapter for more notes
When Shinya wakes again, it’s mid-afternoon, his blankets are hanging half-off
the bed, and there’s drool on his cheek that he quickly wipes away. He looks
around in confusion, unconsciously rubbing the indents his bedsheets left on
his arm, and when he peers out the window, Shinoa’s running up the street and
through the front gate, almost as if she’s returning from school.
“…”
He looks at the clock, and lets out a surprised sound that cuts through the
throbbing silence in the room. Did he … black out for a few hours out of the
blue? He almost considers going back to sleep, but everything feels a little
grimy after being wrapped up under blankets for more than half a day. Not to
mention there’s an unexplainable nausea that rises in the pit of his stomach
when he thinks about lying back down, though it’s probably just a result of
extra-long sleep he had.
The maid confirms calling in sick for him, and Shinya thanks her politely,
breathing a sigh of relief.
He’s lying on the couch, Shinoa sitting where his feet would have been
comfortably resting (she’d sat on them ‘til he moved, a swipe of his hand
missing her head completely) and a box of chocolate biscuits in front of him,
when Kureto steps in the front door, shucking off his shoes and surveying the
two of them with his usual serious glare.
“Okaeri, Kureto-nii!” Shinoa chirps, through a mouthful of chocolate and
biscuit fragments, at which Kureto looks slightly disgusted. And for some
reason, Shinya feels a little disturbed as well when he sees those piercing red
eyes turn towards him. He feels so unsettled, in fact, that he tries to
inconspicuously get up and go douse his face cold water, but instead he nearly
topples the box to the floor, and Shinoa violently lunges with a yell to rescue
her precious biscuits. Somehow, Shinya doesn’t trip over his sister and
successfully makes it into the bathroom, but not without catching Kureto’s
attention (as though he wasn’t watching Shinya’s every move already) and making
his eyes light up at the flustered behaviour.
“Shinoa, how’s Shinya doing?”
“Um,” Shinoa pauses to swallow another crumby mouthful and looks up from the TV
at her brother. “He looks tired? Why are you asking me I’m not Shin-nii!”
“Okay, okay, I was just curious.” But Shinoa isn’t paying attention to him
anymore, and Kureto walks up the stairs to his bedroom, though he pauses for a
split-second at the closed bathroom door to wonder what Shinya’s up to. The
glimpse of Shinya’s bed he can see from this angle sends a thrill up his spine
and he almost feels a little guilty for being so indulgent – but it’s only
natural when Shinya spends every night so vulnerable and in easy reach.
Kureto hums to himself and tries to navigate his homework, ignoring the
tantalising image of Shinya permanently lodged in the back of his mind.
Shinya looked a little like a scared rabbit a moment earlier, and he wonders
how much his brother remembers – the entire encounter? The rhythmic squelching
and the warm air currents and the echoey silence that leaked in from under the
door? Kureto certainly does, and his dick tingles in remembrance. A few days
ago, he was walking down the path where the sports equipment sheds and disused
staircase lie at the back of the school – it’s a convenient route, even if the
concrete’s cracked into pieces and dirt and sand pile up where the old sand-pit
used to be – and caught a glimpse of a pre-pubescently plump kid being
harassed. Kureto had quickly walked by without a twitch of an eyelid, and the
bullies gave him a watchful glare before returning to their activities, but he
remembers the wide-eyed fear dyeing the child a sickly shade. Shinya looked
quite like that small bruised thing, and Kureto hopes he won’t take the
coward’s route and tell an adult. It certainly doesn’t work on schoolyard
bullies, and Kureto likes to think it can’t stop him either. Would Tenri care?
He ignores Shinya anyway, his having been inserted into their family on behest
of Tenri's dearly departed making his existence inconsequential. A social
worker can do nothing – Kureto’s seventeen, not yet mature enough or
responsible for his actions, and he can cower behind his father’s back anyway.
Not that he takes pride in doing so. But it’s impossible that someone as soft-
spoken and well-mannered as Shinya will speak up; there’s no need to tarnish
his own reputation with such a thing. In any case, it’ll only take a few more
times before Shinya understands his feelings and comes to enjoy their
relationship together. Kureto leans back in his seat with a self-satisfied hum,
giving no more thought to what might be running through Shinya’s mind.
There’s a click from outside a moment later; Shinya must’ve locked himself in
his room.
                                     -----
Next door, just a few metres away, Shinya nervously wipes away the sweat
beading up on his forehead and clenches his stomach at the nausea roiling
about. He furrows his brow in unease at the images suddenly popping up in head
– they don’t really make sense, but it feels like something from a bad dream.
And Kureto’s the one at the centre of everything? Still not too sure if he’s
hallucinating or not and ignoring the tell-tale aches that twinge through his
body, Shinya makes a hasty mental note to stay away from his brother for a bit.
But Kureto-nii would never do that… Shinya wonders awkwardly what his
subconscious is trying to tell him. He was always treated well for an adoptee –
with the exception of Tenri, but that’s a different matter – and there’s a bit
of a guilty pang when he briefly entertains the idea of accusing his brother of
anything. Not that anything might’ve happened…
Shinya breaks out of his conflicted reverie when he remembers all the homework
and the no-doubt important lessons he must have missed and lets out a groan.
Wonder if Goshi paid any attention in class …
He emerges from his room when the smell of cooking food wafts upstairs and he
chuckles a little at seeing Shinoa bouncing up and down by the kitchen, just as
hungry as he is. Luckily for Shinya, Kureto’s of a different mindset and he’s
able to avoid seeing him until later that night, when he’s out in the garden
trying to spot any stray cats loitering about. He hears muted footsteps and
turns around just in time to see nii-san standing there in front of him.
“Ah –”
“How are you feeling, Shinya? Father isn’t spending money on your education
just for you to while the days away sleeping.” Shinya nearly snorts audibly; of
course Kureto wouldn’t approach him just to inquire about his wellbeing.
“I’m okay, I think. Nothing you need to worry about, Kureto-nii.”
Kureto watches him look around the garden for a while before returning to the
house, and Shinya lets out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. Maybe it
was all his imagination – his brother was anything but hostile.
Chapter End Notes
     how far am i gonna develop this
     who knows
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter by catpoop
Chapter Notes
     im back after 2 months did u miss me
     ~~the plot //thickens!//~~
     also more porn
As late evening rolls around, a sudden exhaustion creeps into Shinya’s bones
despite his having slept through half the day and loitered around the house for
the other half. The thick duvet on his bed calls out invitingly and Shinya
burrows into it without further thought, falling unconscious before he can
worry about homework or the chaos that is the Hiiragi household, or …
But something’s off tonight, and Shinya flits between reality and
unconsciousness with every uneasy lurch in his gut. One moment he’s looking at
the blur of lights from outside his window, and the next everything sharpens
into the nostalgic focus of the orphanage. He hears a whistle of wind that
might be coming from just outside his bedroom, and then another sound, like the
soft padding of feet. When Shinya fearlessly whirls around, he sees the
familiar smiling Labrador trotting through the sandy dirt in front of the main
building and hears another child screaming, no doubt in similar excitement. The
dog gives his face a wet lick and Shinya giggles, reaching out his small hands
to hug the soft pudgy animal around its middle. He tightens his arms around its
midriff, expecting to feel the warm fur or the solid mass of the dog. But as he
looks down in confusion, the dog has disappeared, leaving behind a sole
footprint in the dirt.
Shinya yelps when something licks his face again, breathing into his ear. The
boy trips over his own feet and falls to the ground in bewilderment, eyes
darting about and seeing nothing but the buildings around him.
He wakes all of a sudden, no longer a boy, to find his feet tangled in his
duvet and a blurry shape above him that focuses into Kureto’s face.
What –
Inhaling sharply in fear, Shinya tries to scramble away, unaware of the iron
grip Kureto has on his arm and the way the duvet he’s wrapped up in stops him
from escaping.
“Wait!”
His yelp is swallowed by a messy kiss and Shinya feels disgust tearing up in
his eyes as he desperately squirms, attempting to extricate his arms from where
Kureto’s pinning them down and shove his brother aside.
“Stop it!” he gasps, trying not to shrivel away at the feral expression in
front of him. “Why – you – ”
“Shut up and let me fuck you,” Kureto growls, and Shinya wants to burst into
tears or throw his guts up. Maybe the maid would let him cower in her room
overnight. But he knows there’s nowhere to run, as Kureto is the highest
authority figure in the house.
He freezes in fright and barely-concealed disgust as hands snake under his
pyjamas and tug down his briefs. Some kind of yell for help is congealing in
his throat and Shinya watches the scene in front of him in near-silence,
letting out a small croak in lieu of the litany of threats and pleas distantly
banging around in his head.
Then a blunt finger rubs between his cheeks and Shinya lets out a yowl like a
collared cat, jolting upright as the lethargy in his veins completely fades.
“Wait – wait, Kureto! Don’t – can’t you – can’t we do something else instead?
Not sex …” he trails off, adding in a quiet mumble as Kureto eyes him
suspiciously, “I’m scared …”
His brother doesn’t respond and Shinya releases a tentative exhale, the gears
in his brain whirring in adrenaline-fuelled panic.
“I – uh … a blowjob? Instead?”
His own words amplify the sickly taste on his tongue and Shinya swallows
heavily, brows creasing in anxiety when he sees Kureto’s gaze redirected at the
bob of his Adam’s apple. The answer he receives cuts through pounding silence
of the room.
“Okay.” Kureto straightens up from where he had been leaning over the bed and
sits, leaning back against the wall and gazing at Shinya in a self-satisfied
manner.
“Do it, then.” He concludes his statement with a curt nod and stretches his
legs out.
Despite the darkness of the room and the stillness of the midnight moon hanging
outside, Shinya can clearly see a bulge in Kureto’s sweatpants and hear his
warm breathing. He hesitantly reaches over to pull at the waistband, grimacing
as the damp head pops into view. To think that he’d agreed to putting this
thing in his mouth …
Ignoring the nausea churning in his gut, Shinya properly pulls Kureto’s dick
out of his pants, weighing the heft of it in his palm and startling when a hand
roughly grips him on the shoulder.
He isn’t colossal by any means, but Shinya can’t help but balk at the idea of
having to fit the whole thing in his mouth. He nervously looks up, meeting the
impatient hungry gaze Kureto directs at him.
“Go on.”
“O – okay.” With what little saliva he can gather up, Shinya wets his lips. He
falls flat on the mattress when his brother gives him a shove and stiffens in
shock at the sight of Kureto’s dick an intimidating few centimetres away.
Shinya screws his eyes closed, tentatively giving the head a small lick. He
chokes on the warmth and taste and Kureto uses the opportunity to ease himself
into the wet cavity, bumping against the roof of Shinya’s mouth.
“If you don’t want me to fuck your face then do it properly.”
Shinya squeaks out a muffled response and relaxes his jaw, taking in more of
Kureto’s dick and sucking weakly at the flesh. It pulses against his tongue and
Shinya gags at the sensation, bobbing his head back up to get it out of his
mouth. He’s forced to slide back down a second later when Kureto twists fingers
into his hair and a choked sob wracks his frame.
“Mmph …”
“Shinya – ”
A crick soon forms in his neck as Shinya gets used to the rhythmic up-and-down,
arms lying limply in front of him and Kureto’s hand massaging his nape. He
desperately tries to think of anything but what’s currently happening, blocking
out the sounds and smells and tastes with the lopsided pounding in his head.
“…”
Goshi brought a porn mag to school the other day, and it was a surprise no one
confiscated it. Well, it was more half-naked models than full on porn. Shinya
remembers looking uninterestedly at the pages flipping by and noting in
irritation the way the sunlight reflected off the gloss of the paper. Maybe if
he were a girl with big tits …
No, Kureto would prey on anyone, Shinya’s sure of it.
With that, a sudden thought occurs to him, one that springs him out of his
unsuccessful daydreaming and back into reality.
He pulls off of Kureto’s dick with a wet squelch, looking at his brother with
far more terror than the last few minutes.
“Shinoa? Would you – ?”
Kureto idly stares at him. “Hm? Would I what? Waste my time on that nuisance?
Hurry up with the blowjob or I just might fuck your precious sister instead.”
With a terrified gurgle, Shinya repositions himself around Kureto’s dick,
wondering if this is the only way to appease the psychopath.
Just as he’s on the verge of falling unconscious from both fatigue and fear, a
spurt of warmth hits the back of his mouth and trickles greasily down his
throat. Shinya gags and sputters as Kureto leisurely removes himself, wiping
his dick clean on Shinya’s face and tucking it away.
He freezes as arms encircle his torso and his brother lies down beside him,
lips against his ear.
“That was generous of you, Shinya. I’m glad you enjoyed our first time together
yesterday.” Kureto lets out a relaxed chuckle, propping himself up on one elbow
and looking into Shinya’s face. “Why are you scared, though? Sex feels good;
that’s why you do it with the one you love.”
He swipes at a wet spot on Shinya’s lips and smears it against his cheek.
“I – uh – but we’re brothers!” Shinya blurts.
“No we’re not.”
“But, no – still – ”
“Shh. Why can’t you be quiet and accept me?” Kureto looks at him with what can
only be described as tenderness. “Shinya. Did I cause you any physical pain
just now?”
Shinya falters in his internal maelstrom of confusion and disgust.
“… no?” His answer slips out from between his lips far too easily.
“Exactly. So hush. You can trust me, like you’ve done for sixteen years.”
Maybe it’s because of the dark and the overwhelming fatigue, but Shinya can’t
think of any logical response other than nodding weakly and burying his still-
soiled face into Kureto’s upper arm. He falls asleep quickly, any previous urge
to vomit forgotten as his brother strokes the stress out of his limp body.
                                     -----
Kureto hums contentedly to himself, wiping away the mess and positioning Shinya
right-way-up on the bed. He gives the matter several seconds of thought before
tucking himself around the pliant figure, blinking slowly at the blur of lights
outside before surrendering to unconsciousness. After that, there had better be
some inviting dreams awaiting him.
End Notes
     ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ why did i do this i swear to god
     im sorry shinya
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