Two brothers.

Rainy day

They were sitting, Zeke was smoking his third cigarette of the day, Eren was trying to look for documents among the stacked papers that Grisha had left, in the nightstand next to the bed, before leaving for the war, never returning, exactly five years earlier, when Eren had just entered his teens, while Zeke, was already of age, and was always taking care of Eren, just like a father would, from the day their parents died, the life of these two brothers changed drastically, it was Zeke to communicate to his little brother what happened, although Zeke, despite being the older brother, was still the more sensitive between the two, unlike Eren, who never gave up

Are you alright Eren? Zeke asked when he arrived in the bedroom, looking at him with a worried face, Eren looked at him and whispered "yes", then he was silent again, Zeke then sat next to him on the edge of the bed, they started sipping tea.  Eren rested his head on Zeke's shoulder.  Brother, Eren said, do you think that everything we are doing will lead us to a solution, or are we just wasting time wishing for something that doesn't exist, something we can't achieve, tell me... all of that... Eren sighed, does it make sense...?

Zeke was silent for a few seconds, he couldn't find the right words right away, then, stammering, I try to say something, Well...Eren, I can't assure you that everything will go as planned, but at least we could say that we tried, it's not your fault Eren, it's not our fault, it's the fault of that disgusting father we had, try to think of something else, I ask you please, you know how much I hate seeing you sad and how much I hate not being able to make you feel better.

Then at a certain point, when the rain subsided slightly, Zeke, went out on the balcony to smoke a cigarette, usually he smoked lying on the sofa or in the bedroom, but in that moment he felt the need to stay a bit alone among  his thoughts to think about some  things, until Eren went to the balcony and asked him, Aren't you taking a little too long to smoke, brother?  Come inside the house.  Zeke went inside the house and closed all the shutters, leaving only a glimmer of light to enter, and turned on a lamp.  You know brother, you think too much, you need to distract yourself a bit, Eren said to Zeke while, strangely, he hugged Zeke from behind, wrapping his arms around Zeke's waist. He knew how much his big brother loved physical touch, he knew it was the way to ease his mind and tormented, haunting thoughts, he knew that way he would've brought him some comfort. Zeke took Eren's hands and placed them a little lower, almost on the crotch. Eren, I know what I need, It's me who takes care of you, not the other way around, Zeke turned and sweetly stroked Eren's cheek, then kissed him on the cheek.  Eren looked down trying to hide his awkward.

What is it, eren?  are you blushing?  Zeke said to eren noticing his flushed cheeks.  Eren didn't answer, he looked up at the window of Alchol in front of him, took some whiskey and poured a glass for himself and for Zeke, and after some glasses more, the two brothers looked each other intensely in their eyes for a few minutes, silently , lying on the sofa, blushing, while the last drops of whiskey spilled on the floor while Eren kept the bottle dangling, they were drunk, at that moment their minds were empty but the desire they both had to kiss.  After a few minutes, they hugged each other and intertwined their legs and arms, they were clinging together, it was late at night, Zeke began to gently stroke Eren's hair and slowly they fell asleep in that position, with their lips almost touching each other and their bodies clinged. During the night, Eren used to wake up because of his constants nightmares but Zeke who had gotten used to it by now, knew every little detail of his little brother and he was already ready to comfort him as soon as he woke up. However, Eren never talked about his nightmares and what he dreamed about, he stayed silent simply letting his brother comfort him. He was ashamed every time he had to admit he needed to be helped. Zeke, never complained about this trait of his little brother, he was the only one who could really understand his brother's emotions and feelings, as if their souls were a single one. The hours passed by and the sun began to rise, actually, better to say no sun was there, since there was no trace of the sun as it had been raining for weeks. The light of dawn began to brighten the bedroom, and Zeke, once awaken, as his usual, he opened the balcony door and stood out there smoking his morning cigarette, then started preparing breakfast for both of them. Eren, a coffee guy, while Zeke, a tea guy, as usual even in this case, they were complete opposites. Meanwhile Eren was still sleeping in the warmth under the blankets