Durarara Lemons

His Honest Eyes (1)

Look this is incest so like...yeah. Don't like don't read.
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We're brothers. What we do is wrong, I know that.

He knows it, too.

Whenever we're alone in the same room, he watches me. I think he notices that I realize it – there's not much that can go by me. That's okay, I suppose, because I do the same.

I can tell he knows I do.

Those eyes of his – aren't we suppose to be identical in some way? When he looks at me, I can't look away. He has no emotional expressions yet they are all visible through those brown, half-closed orbs. No one notices it, not even our parents. Why am I able to? Is it some sort of sibling thing?

It all started when we were kids. I had no one else to protect other than my little brother.

At least, that's how I saw it.

Kasuka would bluntly say a thank you whenever I did something for him, and every time I would shake my head and give him a whisper for a response.

"Don't."

"Why, oniichan?" He would ask, curiosity lurking in his words even if it didn't show in his face. Yet again, those damn eyes and how they spoke for themselves...

I would look at him and give him a special smile, one that would only ever be seen by Kasuka himself. No one else deserved it anyway.

"Because," I spoke so only he could hear, and I'd place my hand ontop of his head, feeling the brown locks that were similar to mine at that time, "I love you. Whatever I do is for you and I don't need you to thank me."

Kasuka nodded once, and he would stand on his tip-toes to give me a small peck on the cheek. I shouldn't have ever allowed this to begin. This gesture; as much as we told ourselves mentally that it was innocent – it wasn't.

He meant more to it than just a kiss on the cheek.

Every time, I would move my head just a-little, so the kiss would travel closer to somewhere that shouldn't even be touched. Yet, I wanted to feel his childish lips against mine. The longing we had for each other back then was painful but we both knew we had to wait.

Wait, I kept telling myself, even when we began sleeping in the same bed and holding each other too tight or too close for any mother's liking.

Now the Heiwajima brother's were adults and no longer children.

We were not innocent when we had to seem to be.

Kasuka was an actor so he was always traveling, though when he was home for break and holidays, he was an animal.

I was an animal.

"N-ngh, Sh...oniichan," Kasuka moaned softly, digging his fingers into the crimpled and messy blankets. He made not a single facial expression, only closing his eyes and forming his lips into a small 'o.' This did not count as an expression from him, because there was just nothing there. Blank.

He looked almost like a corpse.

I continued to plumage my tongue inside his entrance, the heat practically overwhelming me. I could feel his inner walls clamping around my tongue and his legs tightening around my neck. Flicking the tip as far as I could go, I knew I didn't have the length to touch the spot that would make him see stars, but for now it was enough to tease and drive him crazy.

"I-I can't..!" Even without touching him, Kasuka whimpered loudly as he came for the second time, spilling his seed over his lean stomach. His inner walls tightened further around my pink muscle and I had to retreat – any longer and I would have came myself.