Ruthless

Mine

Laito is walking down the long hall when he hears noises from a particular room. The room with the piano. He wouldn't have gone there, would he? He pauses before putting his hand on the door handle and entering the room. "Ame? What are you doing here?" He asks his brother, who's standing on the balcony looking down. "Brother..." He turns around and only now does Laito notice that Ameto is not wearing any shoes. As so often, he wears nothing more than a beige shirt and black trousers. In the pale moonlight, the scene looks painfully familiar. Laito is not the only one that's thinking off that day. "Brother, you're not ever going to throw me down, are you?" Laito can't take his eyes off his brother until he stands in front of him. He grabs Ameto's wrist. The two of them hold their breath and time seems to stand still. How many minutes have passed? Or was it just very, very long seconds? "No." Not a relieved smile. He would have accepted anything. "Why are we here? What do you want to remind me of?" Laito asks curiously and brushes his brother's dark green hair from his forehead. Something is confusing him. Frustrating him. "Laito ... who am I?" Who is Ameto? Who is Laito? Laito is the person that's incredibly fascinating and terrifying to Ameto. The person he just doesn't want to let go. For Ameto, Ameto is the person who can't do anything right, who is hated by everyone but his mother, the unimportant person, the person he absolutely does not want to be. For Laito, Ameto is the person he really hates. The one he wants to hurt. And at the same time so vehemently wants to own and love that he is indecisive in what he is supposed to do. "You have to know best who you are, right?" Laito replies with a sigh and flicks his finger against his brothers forehead. For a moment, Ameto looks like he had expected an actual answer from him. Then he smiles. "So you don't want to tell me who I am to you?" His brother flicks his finger against Ameto's forehead head again. "Ouch! Stop it!" He tries to catch Laito's wrist. "Our relationship just feels wrong the way it is right now, don't you think so, Ame?" He whispers softly. The younger brother takes a step back. Laito licks his lips. "If you really want me to, then I'll tell you what you are." Gazing into his brother's eyes, he has to keep the intense anticipation under control, that rages inside him like a monster waiting to be tamed. "You're mine."

Ame looks into his eyes and tilts his head. The soft green that he loves so much. He wants to touch Laito, but can't because his hands are tied behind his back. Laito returned his fascinated gaze. Ame wants Laito to touch him so badly. A smile tugs at the corner of Laito's mouth. It makes the younger one happy. Laito puts his hand on his cheek. Tenderly. That confuses him. Why? Why doesn't Laito hit me now? He knows the other wants to do it. His expectations are met when his brother smiles before slapping his hand against his cheek. So hard, that Ame's head is thrown to the side. The sound rings uncomfortably loud in his ears. Laito lifts his chin and kisses him. His taste fills the younger man's mouth and a hand runs through his hair. He gently caresses the skin of his arms and frees Ame's hands. Laito leans his head back. "Ame..." The addressed licks his neck. Ame can feel his pulse under his tongue, so weak that humans cannot even notice it. Ameto's teeth pierce the skin and Laito presses his hand against his head, causing the teeth to sink deeper. His blood is delicious. Ame gets up and now the older one kneels in front of him. "Laito... say my name." He demands quietly. "Ame..." Laito's lips touch the back of his hand before he presses Ame against the wall. "Hn!" He bites him and lets the blood flow out, then he licks it away. Putting his arm next to Ameto's head, he stares at him. His lips are bright red. His pupils are so big. Ame chuckles. "Do I look like her?" He whispers, even though he knows he's provoking him. Laito doesn't want to show it, but he is boiling with anger. At least for a short time. With an absolutely cold expression on his face, but his eyes sparkling with amusement, he puts his hand on the younger man's mouth and nose. Ame watches him while black dots dance in front of his eyes and quickly spread into spots. His saliva begins to taste like blood. Why is that so? His hands start shaking as he suppresses the urge to push Laito away. His lips tingle. He doesn't feel the pain, which should make him feel like his lungs are torn to shreds.