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The strip club is the last place Nai expected to find his twin brother.
“Nai!” Vash looks so startled, innocent blue eyes at odds with the rest of his sinful appearance. All that exposed skin, gold and glistening in the low red light of the strip club. It makes Nai’s head spin. He can’t take his eyes off him, gaze tracing the black lines of the vinyl harness criss-crossing Vash’s chest down to the barbell piercings glittering in his pert, pink nipples.
A thousand different thoughts and feelings swirl through him like a typhoon. Fury like he’s never felt tangles with a desire just as strong, heart lurching, stomach pitching, cock twitching in his pleated slacks.
Shock quickly turns to shame as Vash seems to realize his current position, straddled over some man he doesn’t even know, dressed in little else but the harness and matching black thong. He scrambles up, cheeks flaming red.
“Nai, I - I can explain…”
Nai isn’t listening. Can't listen. Not when Vash looks like that, in front of these filthy swine.
He’s moving before he knows what he’s doing. He tears off his own suit jacket and tosses it around Vash’s shoulders while at the same time, positioning his body to block Vash from view.
“O-Oh,” Vash stammers weakly when Nai comes to a stop in front of him.
He blinks up at him with clear blue eyes. They’re ringed in black charcoal, Nai realizes after a beat, making them appear even bigger than usual. That’s not all. There’s some kind of gloss on his lips. They’re so… pink, and they look so soft….
Nai grabs his twin by the wrist and hauls him to the back of the club, practically kicking the bathroom door open. He shoves Vash inside, following quickly after. He’s breathing heavily, his whole body alight with emotions he can barely contain. There’s that natural instinct to protect, like a big brother should, but there’s something darker under the surface.
Even after Vash left him, Nai never stopped loving him. He was willing to wait as long as it took for Vash to find himself, was willing to give him space until he came to his senses. But instead of traveling the world or going to school, Vash has been whoring himself out in this den of sin.
White hot jealousy consumes him that untold number of disgusting swine have seen Vash like this.
Even under the unflattering light of the strip club bathroom, Vash is the most beautiful creature Nai has ever seen. Summer tan skin shimmering like gold dust. Long shapely legs made to be hitched around his hips, the pale column of his throat made to be painted with hickeys and bite marks. Pouty pink lips parted like he’s begging to be fucked.
That’s what all this is about, isn’t it? It’s the one thing Nai never gave him.
“Nai, I understand why you’re upset, of course I do,” Vash is trying to explain, but Nai doesn’t want to hear his excuses. There’s nothing he could possibly say that would make any of this ok.
“Vash!” He slams his hand down beside Vash’s head, caging him in. Vash jolts and immediately shuts up. “After everything I did for us, you left me,” Nai is breathing rough and fast, delirious with the high of being near Vash again, “for this?!”
Nai gave him everything, took over their parents’ weapon manufacturing business after they died in the crash and worked himself to the bone to make sure Vash had all the best schools, cars, and clothes money could buy. Nai took care of him, made all the hard choices so Vash wouldn't have to, and loved him as more than a brother for years , but he always kept those feelings in check.
Obviously that had been a mistake. If he hadn’t held himself back, if he’d just fucked Vash back then, he wouldn't be taking his clothes off for strangers, practically begging to be bent over and fucked within an inch of his life.
Nai presses in closer, backs Vash up against the cold metal wall of the bathroom stall. Goosebumps spring up all over Vash’s skin.
“If you wanted to get fucked so badly, you should’ve just said so, baby brother,” Nai growls. “I would have gladly given you all the cock you ever wanted.”
Vash shudders out a gasp. “Nai — mm!”
Nai cuts off his protest with a kiss. Vash can deny it all he wants, but he knows his baby brother better than the back of his own hand. Vash wants this too, even if he’s too ashamed to admit it.
Nai licks into Vash's mouth and slips his suit jacket off Vash’s shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Vash gasps at the sudden chill, then again when Nai sets his hands on him. He squeezes Vash’s waist, then jerks him forward until they’re chest to chest, and Vash moans as Nai manhandles him, his bare skin brushing against Nai’s designer shirt.
Nai devours all the desperate, slutty little noises Vash is making, tongue sweeping into his twin’s mouth. His hands roam his Vash’s body, groping and squeezing. Vash is just as soft and warm as he always imagined and Nai groans. How is it possible that his baby brother even tastes sweet too, like cherry candy? It’s like every part of Vash was made to entice him.
“Vash,” Nai purrs, voice dripping honey sweet with affection. He’s wanted this for so long, he can’t believe it was this easy. All this time, Vash was just waiting for him to make the first move. He should’ve known; he was born first and he’s taken the lead ever since. Why would this be any different?
Nai sucks on Vash’s tongue and traces the vinyl harness he’s wearing. It’s his fault that Vash is dressing up like a whore, begging for attention. Nai left him aching, wanting, so desperate for cock that he had to go elsewhere. He'll fix this, he'll make it so damn good that Vash is ruined for anyone else.
“Is this what you wanted, hmm?” Nai flicks Vash’s nipples, intense stare fixed on Vash’s face as it twists in pleasure.
“I — ahn!” Vash can only mewl brokenly, arching into his touch, nipples going taut and hard. He’s so sensitive, reduced to a blushing, stuttering mess after a little kissing and touching.
“Oh, Vash,” Nai groans. “How long have you been waiting for me?”
His little brother can only sob, grinding desperately against his thigh as Nai plays with his nipples. Vash ruts up against him, hot and hard, cock barely contained by the flimsy little thong he’s wearing.
“Don’t worry, Vash,” Nai purrs, gently palming at his bulge. “Big brother will take care of you.”
"Wait, Nai — nng!"
Nai is done waiting. The thong tears away as easily as if it were made of paper and Vash’s cock springs free with a wet slap against his stomach. It’s more slender than his, but it’s flushed and straining, leaking pearly drops at the tip already. He’s so hard it must hurt.
“You poor thing,” Nai coos. Vash cries out and screws his eyes shut when Nai wraps a hand around him and starts pumping his cock. “Can’t do anything without big brother so you need me to jerk you off too, is that it?”
“Nai!” Vash moans for him, bucking into his grip. Vash has never been more beautiful. His geranium red blush goes all the way down his neck to his chest. He turns his head away, baring his throat, and Nai takes the invitation to suck hickeys onto his neck.
Nai pumps him, swipes his thumb over Vash’s leaking slit to smear more of his precome down his length with every stroke. Vash whines and fucks into his fist, the wet sound of it and his pathetic cries echoing around the bathroom. Finally, he’s dropped any pretense of protest and resistance, giving himself over to the pleasure of his brother’s touch.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Nai hums affectionately, nibbling at the tiny gold hoop in Vash’s ear. “Let big brother take care of you.”
Vash twitches in his hand, another spurt of precome spilling out.
“You like that, huh?” Nai observes. Figures Vash would be a pillow princess; Nai has always done all the work for him. “You like it when your big brother takes care of you, baby?”
“Nai!” All Vash can do is cry out for him, eyes gone hazy and unfocused, lips pink and kiss-plumped, slick with gloss and spit. He looks fucked out already, panting for it like a bitch in heat, his nipples hard on his heaving chest.
“Bet you haven’t been able to get off without me this whole time.” Nai growls, stroking Vash faster, squeezing him at the base before jerking his fist back up to palm the head of his cock.
Vash is twitching and shaking, gasping and writhing in his hold, fucking desperately into Nai’s grip. He can tell Vash is close, he’s about to come, but Nai isn’t anywhere near done with him. Nai just got him back after six long years. He's just getting started.
Nai squeezes him hard at the base of his cock and cuts off his orgasm.
“No!” Vash sobs in frustration, smacking weakly at his chest. “Nai, please!”
“Please what? Use your words, Vash.” Nai lets him go and spits on his fingers. He circles Vash's hole, pressing teasingly against the tight ring.
Vash whimpers, hips twitching back like he wants Nai to stick them in.
“All you have to do is ask nicely.” Nai locks eyes with him, fingers still prodding Vash’s hole but not quite sinking in. “Beg for big brother’s cock.”
“Please!” Vash gasps, doesn’t even hesitate, so desperate for it that there are big fat tears rolling down his cheeks. “Please fuck me, aniki!”
The snarl that rips out of Nai’s throat is almost inhuman. He surges forward, crushes their lips together in a bruising kiss and shoves his fingers in all the way up to the second knuckle.
Vash keens at the sudden intrusion, hands clawing at Nai’s broad shoulders. Judging by the way Vash is eagerly rocking down on his fingers, he’s not in any pain. Jealousy burns through him. Just how many cocks has Vash taken that he’s easily able to take three fingers with hardly any preparation?
“Needy slut,” Nai growls, ruthlessly fucking Vash with his fingers. He works them in and out, scissoring them, trying his best to stretch Vash wide enough to take him. He strokes along the soft inner walls, searching for that sweet spot with every thrust.
“I’m the only one who can make you feel this good. I’m the only one you need. Say it!” Nai snarls, eyes wild.
“You’re, ah, the o-only one I-I- oh, Nai!”
With one twist of his wrist, Nai manages to hit his prostate, and Vash spasms like he's experienced an electric shock. His mouth falls open around a silent scream, eyes popping open wide.
“There, huh?” Nai grunts. He wastes no time, starts abusing that spot until Vash is pink faced with pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of his head, gasping and moaning Nai’s name over and over.
Vash is close, but Nai still won't let him come. He yanks his fingers out of Vash’s hole with an obscenely wet sound and grips him at the base of his cock, cutting off his orgasm yet again.
Vash sobs, chest heaving, hips straining against Nai’s hold in an aborted attempt to come, but Nai doesn't let up until he's sure Vash’s orgasm has passed.
Vash slumps against the bathroom wall, only held up by Nai’s strong grip on his hips. “Nai,” he’s sobbing, over and over, “Nai please, please I need to come, I need it!”
Nai shushes him, kissing the tears away from Vash’s warm cheeks. “Shh, I’ve got you. Big brother will take care of you.”
Nai manhandles Vash into position, hooks his legs around his waist. He works his fly open and pulls his cock out. It’s flushed an angry red, oversensitive from being neglected this whole time. He presses up against Vash’s hole and groans. Vash is slick but still so goddamn tight.
“Nai,” Vash gasps, tensing up when he feels the fat head of his brother’s cock pressing against his rim. His eyes are huge, such a pretty blue, shimmering with tears.
“Vash,” Nai coos sympathetically. “Shh, I’ve got you, I’m right here.” He eases inside slowly, carefully. Vash is so fucking tight, it almost feels like he’s pushing back, like he’s trying to reject Nai’s length.
“Nai!” Vash is hiccuping and gasping, smacking weakly at his shoulders. “It’s too big!”
“No, it’s not,” Nai grunts, hips twitching forward, hissing as he sinks a little deeper inside his brother. “It was made for you. I was made for you. You just have to relax." He presses a tender kiss to Vash’s sweaty temple. “Let me in, little brother.”
Vash moans and suddenly instead of clenching to keep Nai out, it’s like he’s trying to suck him in deeper. Nai slides all the way inside in one smooth thrust, hips coming flush with his twin’s ass.
“See? Perfect fit!” Nai huffs, panting with the effort it’s taking to hold himself back. Vash feels like a hot velvet glove around his dick, so soft and wet and tight, and he can barely resist the urge to fuck into it.
Vash is hardly any better, gasping and shaking in his arms, clenching and squeezing around his cock. Nai knows Vash needs a distraction, something pleasurable to get him to relax. He balances most of Vash’s weight against the bathroom stall and wraps his hand around Vash’s flagging erection.
It starts filling out and leaking again with a few deft strokes of Nai’s hand. Nai can feel Vash relaxing around him — the pressure on his cock less painful and more pleasant. He grinds into him, watching Vash’s face for any signs of discomfort, but Vash looks utterly blissed out, head tipping back as his back arches, trying to take Nai deeper.
Nai matches the rhythm of his hips to his hand, jerking Vash off and fucking him at the same, steady pace. Vash is caught between the burning stretch in his ass and the tight, hot fist on his cock. He loses his rhythm, trying to grind down on Nai's cock and thrust into his hand at the same time. Nai hums affectionately, watching his baby brother fall apart at the seams.
Vash is beautiful like this, each breath punched out of him with every deep thrust. He’s gone loose and pliant, lolling back against the stall as Nai fucks up into him. Nai hooks his arms under Vash’s knees when he starts to slip and practically folds him in half, pins him against the wall as he ruts into him like an animal.
The bathroom echoes with the sound of slapping skin and lewd moans. The persistent thumping of the distant club music is probably loud enough to drown out the sound of Vash’s moans to anyone outside but Nai doesn’t care if anyone walks in on them. Let them see that Vash belongs to him.
“Nai!” Vash moans and reels him into a sloppy, desperate kiss. Their tongues tangle together as Nai bucks into him, forcing his cock deeper.
It’s like heaven inside Vash, so fucking wet and hot and tight, Nai never wants to stop fucking him. He could do this for hours, could spend the rest of his life fucking his baby brother and never get bored.
Nai slams a hand down against the wall to brace himself, hikes Vash’s leg higher and drives into him from a better angle. Vash spasms and makes the most erotic noise Nai has ever heard.
“There?” Nai pants and Vash nods frantically, words utterly failing him as Nai drives relentlessly into that spot over and over. Vash howls and claws at Nai’s back, so desperately close, his body draws tight and then —
Nai cuts his orgasm off for the third time, squeezing the base of his cock. Vash’s back arches so hard, Nai is a little afraid he might actually snap in half. His own cock throbs dangerously where it’s buried deep in Vash’s ass, clenching down on him as he rides out his aborted orgasm.
When it’s over, Vash goes limp, like a marionette with its strings cut. He’s crying steadily, snot and tears making a mess of his face, but Nai gazes at him in wonder, his heart so full of love and affection. He didn’t think it was possible to love his brother even more, but Vash always manages to surprise him.
Nai rocks into him and kisses him gently. “My sweet baby brother, still not satisfied?”
Vash just sobs weakly, pawing uselessly at Nai’s chest. He’s so cute and weak, like a kitten. Nai can’t help the deliriously affectionate smile on his face.
“I’m sorry, that was a bit cruel,” he murmurs, nuzzling Vash’s tear stained cheek, lapping up the salty tear tracks. “Let me make it up to you.”
Nai starts slow, cock dragging in and out over Vash’s sensitive walls. Vash shudders with each slow drag, but he’s too strung out and overstimulated to do much but lie there and take it, his cock an angry red, drooling against his stomach.
Vash is completely helpless, totally at his mercy, and Nai has never felt so hot, like he’s burning up from the inside out. His thrusts quickly grow frantic and sloppy as he uses his twin’s body like a doll, fucks into him over and over until he finally comes inside Vash's rag doll body, feels it dripping out of Vash's ass, down his thighs, spilling onto the floor.
He slumps over Vash’s body, completely out of breath, high off the best orgasm of his life. Vash is a complete wreck, cum painting his stomach and thighs in thick white ropes.
“Oh, you poor thing,” Nai coos. He gathers Vash into his arms and peppers him in kisses, whispering praise and sweet nothings.
Vash is completely pliant in his arms, barely makes a peep as Nai cleans him up the best he can. When he’s done, Nai picks up his jacket and drapes it over Vash, then lifts him in a bridal carry.
"I’m taking you home, Vash."