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Winter has not quite ended yet, but the chill is finally starting to cede, giving way to gentle air and warm days. Being outside is tolerable once again. Genji has always preferred the spring. New growth, new life, new beginnings. Hanzo prefers the chill of winter. It feels more right to him. With the weight of the family on his shoulders, he feels just as withered as life during winter. Maybe that's why Genji so much loves the spring. He carries no weight. He is a blossom, a new beginning.
As it is, it's warm enough out that Genji has decided to spend the day outside, lounging in the sun. Hanzo, so far, has refused to allow himself such kindness. There's work to be done; he cannot relax. Still, he finds himself staring out the window at his brother's peaceful form, dozing in the sun like a cat.
Hanzo feels like a creep, just staring at Genji like this. He finally decides to head outside as well to be closer to his brother.
Genji opens an eye as Hanzo approaches.
“Did I wake you?” Hanzo asks, always the worrier. Genji laughs softly. “Not at all, brother. I am always happy to see you beside me.” He murmurs.
Hanzo wants to melt. He runs his fingers through Genji’s hair, sighing softly. “Come on, lie with me for a while.” Genji says, almost pleading. How could Hanzo ever say no? He lies down next to his brother, still playing with his hair. “I’ve business to attend to,” Hanzo mumbles, almost an excuse, as he goes to stand.
Genji tugs on his sleeve. “Oh, enough. Business can wait. Enjoy the warmth for once, brother.” He chuckles. Hanzo hesitates. Torn between family and business once again.
Slowly, he lies back down. Genji is right. Business can wait. There’s a feeling of wrongness, of shame creeping through him, but he tries to swallow it. It’s… difficult. Duty has always come first; obligations before anything and everything. It feels wrong to deny that. He
should be working. He should get up. He shouldn't even be out here in the first place, right now, quite frankly, there's a mountain of paperwork that still needs doing, especially before spring
actually arrives--
Genji pulls himself closer. Hanzo doesn’t get a warning; Genji is suddenly on top of him, laying across his chest. Hanzo manages a weak chuckle. “What’s this for?” He asks, voice slightly strained.
“You’re warm.” Genji responds simply. “It’s still not that warm out. Are you really going to leave me to the cold, brother?” He teases. Hanzo can’t hold back his laugh.
“I would never, Genji.” He smiles, running his fingers through his hair. Genji sighs at that; content. “Then stay for a while. The world can wait.” He says, almost pleading. Hanzo could never say no to that.
Later that night, Hanzo finds himself unable to sleep. He’s always had some issue with sleep, especially since his Father’s passing, but… tonight
feels
different. Something is off. His bed is cold; empty. He finds himself much the same way, longing for
something, anything to fill this void. He tosses and turns, but try as he might, sleep eludes him. He remembers Genji lying across him, a solid weight he wishes he had now. Maybe that would help him to finally rest, or at the very least, feel like he was actually in his body.
He eventually decides to get up, against better judgement, and walks around the estate. He remains inside, but finds himself hovering around the windows, staring at the moon.
He’s understandably startled to find Genji doing the same.
“What are you doing up?” He asks, cringing at how startled he sounds.
Genji chuckles. “I could ask you the same.”
Hanzo feels very stupid. “Couldn’t sleep.” He answers after a moment’s hesitation, not quite brave enough to look at Genji.
“Same for me.” Genji murmurs in return, still staring out the window at the moon and sky above. “It’s beautiful out.” He says, turning to Hanzo and offering a hand. “Would you like to take a walk?” He smiles.
Hanzo blushes, invisible in the darkness, but he knows Genji sees it when he steps out of the shadows. “Won’t it be cold?” He says gently, teasing his brother’s earlier words.
“Not with you by my side.” Genji returns. Hanzo takes his hand, squeezes it as if to remind himself this is real, not a dream. He feels like he’s floating, but it is real. Genji hums in contentment. He leads his brother to the doors; they exit the Estate together.
The city is quiet. The lights in the shops are off. The streets they walk along bear no lights, but Hanzo finds he doesn’t mind it. The moonlight illuminates Genji well enough. That’s all Hanzo really cares about seeing tonight.
He does look beautiful like this, Hanzo must admit. Genji always is, but there’s something special about a scene like this. Genji has always been beautiful, uncontrollably so. Not even the Clan’s elders could contain him. Like the first flower before Spring; forcing its way through the snow, a stubborn blossom undeterred by the cold.
“The trees will start blooming soon.” Genji’s voice startles Hanzo from his thoughts. They’ve made it to the edge of the city; the grove where the cherry blossom festival is held stands silent in front of them.
The trees are always delicately maintained, although sparsely. Most of the time, the trees grow uninterrupted. There’s a brief period of clipping and trimming a few weeks before the festival, but other than that, the trees are left alone to grow.
Genji once again takes the lead, guiding Hanzo through the grove, staring up at the sky hidden by rows and rows of overlapping branches. Hanzo would be fine walking through here on his own, of course, but it’s the thought that counts, or something like that.
They walk back to the house quietly. Genji still holds his hand. He stops outside the Estate, holding Hanzo close. “Come to bed with me tonight.” He says, quiet and breathless. “I want you by me.”
A better man would say no. A better man wouldn’t go to sleep with his brother, even if the intentions were innocent. Knowing his brother, it’s not.
Hanzo is decidedly not a better man. What would one expect, being raised by criminals? He can’t resist. He takes Genji in, the sight of his little brother pleading with him so sweetly. He kisses him, rough and demanding, needing more, more,
more.
Genji pulls away after a long moment, panting. “I’ll… take that as a yes.” He murmurs.
Hanzo doesn’t mind being dragged along at all. He stumbles after Genji, breathing down his neck as if he were a predator chasing after prey.
Well, that’s a fantasy for a different time.
Hanzo thanks the gods that Genji’s bedroom isn’t far. He’s pretty certain he would lose his mind if he had to wait a moment longer.
Hanzo presses his brother against the bed, beginning to pull his robes off of him, kissing over the exposed skin. Genji sighs happily, and Hanzo relishes the sight and feel of his chest rising and falling. He traces Genji’s ribs, kissing his side. With his other hand, he traces Genji’s top surgery scars, admiring his beauty. The room is mostly dark, but just enough moonlight breaks through the curtains for Hanzo to see.
“What, sad I ruined my tits?” Genji chuckles. “You’re happier this way. How could they be ruined if you’re happy?” Hanzo retorts, slipping off more of Genji’s robes. He hums appreciatively at that. “And you’re perfect either way.” Hanzo adds, kissing down his brother’s happy trail. Gods, his brother is beautiful. Genji laughs breathlessly; lovingly. His eyes meet Hanzo’s, glimmering with appreciation.
Finally, Hanzo begins to remove Genji’s lower robes. Genji makes no move to help, but Hanzo doesn’t mind. He likes it better this way anyways; Genji underneath him, pliant and relaxed. He kisses Genji’s hips, tracing a line inwards towards his cunt.
“Enough teasing.” Genji’s voice trembles with something like desperation. “If you really wanna-“
He cuts off with a gasp when Hanzo obliges his pleas. He spreads his legs instinctively as Hanzo kisses over his cunt, licking and sucking on his clit. Genji whines, bucking his hips. “That- That’s it, yeah…” He groans, grabbing a handful of his brother’s hair. Hanzo leans into it, dipping down to prod against his brother’s hole, licking up his wetness eagerly. He grabs Genji’s thighs, spreading them further apart.
“Take your clothes off, stupid,” Genji pants through whimpers and moans. Hanzo just grins, pulling away a few inches. “Are you really that desperate?” He teases. “Is this why you couldn’t sleep? Too desperate for your brother to fuck you?” He purrs.
The noise Genji makes is high and weak; pure desperation. “Maybe. Why couldn’t you sleep, then?” He groans.
“Too busy thinking of you.” Hanzo responds, pulling away fully now.
The fruit of his labor is evident now; Genji is flushed red all over, a thin layer of sweat on his skin. When he leans in to kiss him, Hanzo feels the heat radiating off of him.
Genji pulls at his clothes, tugging them off with much more desperation than Hanzo had for Genji. There’s no slowness this time, no gentle kisses and touching all over. Genji tears Hanzo’s clothes off with the fervor of a crazed animal.
Hanzo lets him. The fabric was expensive, sure; very rare, very delicate stuff. But said fabric was also in the way of skin-on-skin contact with the most perfect man in the world. So he couldn’t really care less if Genji ripped it to shreds.
“Fuck,” Genji mutters eloquently. Hanzo can’t help but laugh. Genji swats him in the arm.
“I want that inside of me. Like, now.” He says, staring very intently at Hanzo’s dick. "Needy little thing." Hanzo chastises teasingly. Genji rolls his eyes. "Don't care. I'm your baby brother, right? Come on, Anija, please?"
The way Genji says that lights a fire in Hanzo, eats him alive from the inside. "Lube. Now." He growls, suddenly impatient. Genji wastes no time giving it to him, practically throwing it at him. It's cold, but he doesn't care, not when Genji is so beautiful, desperate and waiting like this.
Plus, the warmth of Genji's cunt, perfectly tight around his cock, damn near empties Hanzo's mind with the first thrust.
Genji cries out in bliss, digging his nails into Hanzo's shoulders. The pain is sweet to Hanzo; drives him on. In return, Genji claws at his back viciously, gasping and panting and wailing.
Hanzo quiets him by drawing him into a kiss, fucking him harder. Genji is nearly limp under him, but kisses back.
Hanzo slips one hand down to his brother's cunt again, teasing his clit, rubbing it roughly. Genji pulls away, nearly screaming with pleasure, raking his nails down Hanzo's back as he cums. "Anija!" He wails with pleasure, "Please- please, d-don't stop!"
As if Hanzo could. There's no way he's stopping, not now. The feeling of Genji's cunt, so tight and warm and wet around him, it drives him insane. He holds Genji down firmly now, holding him still as he chases his own pleasure. Genji doesn't resist at all, too blissed out to do a thing.
Hanzo fucks him through his orgasm, wipes away the tears when Genji cries from the overstimulation, whispers sweet praises and holds him as he whimpers.
He draws it out for as long as possible, savoring every second of fucking his little brother. But he's just a man, and he can only resist for so long. He finally cums, still inside his brother, and lies like that for a long, long moment, holding Genji in his arms.
Hanzo sighs heavily, pressing a kiss to Genji's neck. "We should get cleaned up, shouldn't we?" He says, trying to rouse Genji, who's already half-asleep. Genji groans. "I can't walk, Anija. You're doing all the work."
Hanzo can't fight the laugh that escapes him as he shakes his head. "Anything for my little brother." He has never been more at home; here in Genji's bed.