by Lara Yokoshima

This is an alternate universe (AU) fiction, based on the Project: Unigenitus main characters. It can also have some small appearances of characters from other of my stories. Nothing written on this story can be related to PU, except for some character behaviors and names.

XVIII. Come Home

“I might as well have some fun before your ‘beloved brother’ arrives”, Kenji muttered into the white haired young man’s ear.

Yamah felt too weak to reply to the blonde’s comment; too weak, too afraid, and very vulnerable. He slowly raised his head to look at Kenji’s blue eyes, hoping to find out what the other young man had in mind. He knew that whatever the blonde had planned for him, it wasn’t going to be good.

“Wha… what will you try to do know?” Yamah forced the words out of his mouth, “Are you going to punch me and kick me until I can’t speak anymore?”

“Not a bad idea… but I have something much more interesting in mind” the blonde replied quietly, grabbing Yamah by his stained shirt and pulling up his body with uncanny strength to make him stand on his feet. Yamah tried to maintain his balance, but his legs felt completely numb. He fell again, landing hard onto the wooden floor and releasing a moan.

“Look at you… can’t even stand on your own two feet.” Kenji approached the other boy and with a kick he turned Yamah’s body to face him. The light shirt barely covered his thin, well-built body, making him appear very tasteful to Kenji. Yamah breathed hard, his eyes were half closed and he tried to keep himself awake. The blonde chuckled, crouching next to the white haired boy and staring at him with interest. With one hand, Kenji began unbuttoning his victim’s shirt and with the other he slowly opened the other boy’s legs.

Yamah immediately gasped at the touch of his captor’s fingers over his pastel colored skin.  “Don’t touch me!” he shouted, trying to move away from the other young man.  A pair of strong hands on his shoulders stopped him almost immediately.

“What… you don’t like being touched by another man?” Kenji asked with a look of amusement as he finished opening the wine stained shirt. “I thought you enjoyed it. After all, how many times did you fuck Eiji?”

“Ah! Don’t..!!” Yamah screamed when he felt a strong hand grab him by his balls. Kenji laughed, entertained by the protest.

“Did I mention that you are my slave now? You are not supposed to complain, slave!” the blonde ordered.  His hand slowly released Yamah’s crotch and the youngster unknowingly let a slow moan escape his throat. Yamah felt embarrassed, his cheeks turned a deep red as the blonde began stroking his flaccid member after wetting the palm of his hand with saliva. He felt helpless against him, and that made him incredibly mad. But the worst part of it was even though he hated the blonde and what he was doing, his body did not respond the same way.

Kenji laughed quietly, when he noticed the organ in his hand slowly become harder. He stared into Yamah’s eyes, who immediately tried to look away to hide his humiliation. The blonde smiled widely… that was the face he had always longed to see.  And now there he was before him, his enemy’s body totally flat against the floor with a priceless expression of guilt on his face. Kenji approached Yamah’s enraptured face; the blonde was surprised by how Yamah became so obliging, as if he had finally surrendered and no longer cared about what happened to him. It aroused Kenji even more.

“I can’t believe you are such a whore, Yashiro” the blonde said near his victim’s ear. Yamah hated how his real name sounded coming from the blonde’s lips. “You could have been even better than Eiji if you sold your body to others, you know? That expression you make when you are being masturbated, it’s extremely stimulating…”

“Uhn… shut up… shut up!” Yamah yelled, now on the verge of tears. He didn’t want to hear the blonde’s voice anymore; he didn’t want to feel this good by the hands of his most hated enemy. He suddenly moved his hips, trying once again to get away from the blonde and closing his legs so Kenji wouldn’t be able to touch him.

“Just give up! You can’t deny you are enjoying this!” Kenji laughed scandalously while grabbing Yamah’s legs and forcing him to open them. “At least I admit I like this, hah hah hah!”

“You sick, fuck… ah!” Yamah left out a gasp when he felt the blonde’s tongue begin playing with the tip of his manhood.

“You will be mine, completely mine! You will now surrender to me, just as Eiji did. You know what’s the funniest thing? I won’t have to pay you a damn thing for fucking you! Do you know how satisfying it is to have you like this, Yashiro?! You screaming and moaning like a wild beast in heat, instinctively asking for more??”

“No! That’s not true!” Yamah screamed, “Let me go!!”

“Yes it is! And now, I will prove it to you!” the blonde quickly unzipped his pants and took out his hard member, preparing himself to penetrate the helpless white haired boy.

The tip of his swollen manhood was now at the entrance of Yamah’s ass, but he suddenly stopped. Yamah, who had already closed his eyes in fear of what was about to happen, opened them slowly. The blonde was now struggling to release his neck from the pair of arms that were making it difficult for him to breathe.

“Eiji!!” the white haired boy shouted his twins’ name with surprise when he saw the brunette grabbing Kenji’s neck with all his might.

“We’re here,” a familiar voice behind him said, “don’t worry.”  The person behind him quickly untied his hands, freeing him from the vile restraints.  It was Koji who had also come to his rescue.

“Koji… you and Eiji… how did you…?”

“We can talk about this later, now let’s hurry!” the ash blonde teen suggested as he helped Yamah to his feet and lead him away.

Eiji was making a great effort to contain Kenji’s strong body while the angry blonde tried to escape from his grip.  He didn’t think they would make it here this quickly, or even manage to get past his partner Iori who was supposed to prevent them from entering. “You… fucker… you’ll pay for whatever you did to my Yashiro!”

“Ack! Of… course…” Kenji smiled and applied a strong karate counter attack, which sent the brunette flying into a few bottles of wine piled near the corner.

“I’ve been very anxious to see you, my dear…” Kenji said in a low voice.  He brought his hand to his neck, trying to relieve the pain and soreness he felt there. He didn’t think the brunette’s lithe body was capable of such strength.

“You will be sorry about that…” Eiji warned the bigger young man in front of him, while he prepared himself to fight.

Koji had helped Yamah escape from the cabin where he had been held captive. Yamah’s legs still felt weak, but he tried his best to walk at Koji’s side and pace. His eyes were focused on the ground, carefully watching his bare feet as he stepped through the grass.  He paused for a moment when he noticed a pair of rather familiar legs and expensive shoes. “Sasaki…?”

The white haired teen did his best to raise his heavy head and look at the presumptuous young man standing next to his black car with a rather amused look in his face.

“Yeah, it’s me.” The black haired boy affirmed, while lighting a cigarette, “By the way, are we going to leave this guy like this?” He pointed at Kobayashi Iori, who was lying unconscious on the ground next to the door of the cabin.

“Who cares about him?” Koji said as he helped Yamah get into the backseat of the car.   “What happened to Eiji anyway? I thought he was just going to hold Kenji back and then follow us out… unless…” Koji suddenly stopped his words when it occurred to him that Kenji might have hurt him.

“No… Eiji…” the white haired boy tried to stand up and go help his twin, but he was still too weak.

“Yamah, stop! What the hell do you think you are doing, you are in no condition to fight!” the ash blonde said in a worried voice while forcing his friend back into the car seat.

The white haired boy struggled again, desperately wanting to save his brother, but he soon stopped when he noticed a silver, sporty Jaguar and a motorcycle approaching them.

Akira smiled, and lifted his body from the side of his car to approach the other vehicle as the passengers got out.

“You are late.”

“Ungh!” Eiji moaned in pain as a small trail of blood fell from the corner of his mouth.  He caressed his cheek to ease the pain of the strong punch that Kenji had just given him.

“C’mon, darling, why do you insist on fighting me?” Kenji taunted.  He knew Eiji was not as strong he was, or as experienced in karate, but he still didn’t want to make use of his full power. He was still determined to make Eiji his official lover boy at all costs.

I can’t help it, the brunette thought while cleaning his mouth of the blood; I wish I could be stronger so I could just kick his ass for once! Eiji threw another kick at his opponent, but Kenji easily evaded it.  The blonde took advantage of the situation and kicked Eiji’s feet, causing him to fall to the ground once again. Kenji approached the fallen brunette, and harshly grabbed his chin so he could see his face better.

“You look even more appealing when you are frustrated,” Kenji said with a wicked grin, “I got an idea… why don’t you, Yashiro and I have a threesome??  After all, he does have a nice ass if you ask m…” his voice fell silent when Eiji spit at his face in disgust.

“You wish!” Eiji yelled as he stumbled back to his feet.  He distanced himself from Kenji as much as he could while the blonde wiped the spit from his face.

“You bitch…!” Kenji moved to punch Eiji directly in the face, when a strong arm suddenly stopped his fist in midair. “What the fuck?!”

Kenji’s eyes widened in surprise; the tallest and strongest of the Moore cousins was holding his arm firmly in place, applying a strong lock so that he could not move.  A weary Kenji tried to counter attack the other blonde, but Kiefer was too quick and threw a punch to Kenji’s stomach, causing him to bend his aching body.

“I knew you were stupid, Kurumada,” a voice with a British accent said from behind Kiefer, “but not THIS stupid!”

Kenji stared at the tall, thin figure standing next to Kiefer.  “D-Demian?” he asked, “What are you doing here?”

“That’s what WE would like to know, Kurumada” another voice answered.

Kenji spotted another of the Moore cousins standing in the doorway with his arms folded over his chest.

“Brandon!” he exclaimed when he recognized the young man, “What is this?” Kenji tried to stand completely upright, but his stomach still hurt a lot.

Eiji couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The three Moore cousins; what could they been doing here? He decided he would ask the others what was going on later, but first, he had to get out of there and help his brother. He started walking towards the door, but not before giving a quick look to Demian, who just smiled at him.

“Now, it’s payback time…” Demian finally said with a soft smile as Kiefer drew closer while crunching his fingers to a frightened Kenji.

Yamah rested over his twin brother’s shoulder in the back seat of the black Mitsubishi. He felt so peaceful and protected near his brother, and decided to sleep until they arrived home. Home? Did they even have such thing as home now? He didn’t want to return to that third class hostel and live there, but maybe they didn’t have a choice at the moment. He would definitely not return to his mother’s house, or his father’s for that matter.

Eiji softly embraced him while caressing the white strands of hair of his beloved brother. He was thinking of the same things as Yamah at that moment.  It was a strange bond that they had always shared, but now it was stronger than ever. He didn’t care where they lived; he just wanted to be with his brother forever and hopefully, they would never be separated again.

Koji sat quietly in the passenger seat of the car, while Akira drove with a blank expression on his face. He didn’t want to disturb the twins, but he slowly turned his head back while clearing his throat.

“So… how is he doing?” he asked Eiji.

“Fine, I guess…” the brunette replied, not taking his sight away from the sleeping boy resting over his shoulder.

“Umm… I know this may not be a good time to say this… but I’m sorry all of this happened”, Koji said, giving Akira a menacing look, “I truly hope Yamah will get better soon.”

“He will… he is stronger than he looks” Eiji replied with a soft smile. In that single moment, Koji noticed that they both shared a special bond that no one, not even he or Akira would ever be able to break.

“By the way… the Moore cousins…?” the brunette asked in a low voice.

Koji just smiled. He immediately pointed at Akira, who tried to maintain his cool exterior. “At least he can do something right”.

After what seemed like a long ride, they had finally arrived to the city in less time than expected. Tokyo looked as busy as it could get, and traffic was not an exception. They finally arrived at NPHS, and quickly sent Yamah to the infirmary.

Eiji had never been so worried in his life. Dr. Yamada quickly attended to the young white haired man, and let out a sigh of relief when he concluded that Yamah just suffered from mild dehydration and would be just fine within a few days after lots of rest and liquids.

After a while, Koji and Akira left, leaving Eiji and Yamah alone at the school’s small infirmary. The brunette couldn’t stop looking at his brother resting on the narrow bed; he looked so weak and pale. Yamah finally opened his eyes after a moment, noticing how his brother was staring at him.

“Eiji… what’s…”

“I’m so glad you are ok…” Eiji interrupted him abruptly, embracing his brother with all his strength.

“Oi, oi, ouch! Be careful…” Yamah said when his twin hugged him so tightly it hurt.

“I’m sorry!” the brunette loosened his embrace with a soft laughter, but didn’t let go completely. He rested his head over his brother’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was so slow and rhythmic that it even calmed his own anxiety. “I missed you terribly.”

“I missed you too,” Yamah responded.

“That idiot… “ Eiji said referring to Kenji, “… he will pay, I swear!”

“It’s ok…” the other young man replied. “I’m pretty sure he will get what he deserves soon enough.”

“I can’t wait to go back to the hotel…” the brunette said, suddenly changing the subject.

“Hmm? Why?” Yamah answered, confused by Eiji’s statement, “I hate that place…”

“So we can be together… alone…” Eiji replied with rather playful tone while caressing Yamah’s chest with his finger.

“God! You’re tireless!” the other teenager exclaimed.

“Not as tireless as you!” Eiji responded with a huge smile.

Yamah just adored his brother’s face when he was this blissful. He stared into those deep, golden irises; the same ones that had always made him feel both tranquil and anxious. Their smiles soon disappeared, and their faces drew closer together with each passing second. Yamah caressed his brother’s face softly with his fingers and closed his eyes as their lips finally met in a long, tender kiss.