A Sibling Rivalry - Chapter 2
Chapter: 2
Pairing(s): Ayumu x Die (one-sided) & Kirito x Kyo
Character(s): Kohta
Band(s): Zwei, Dir en grey, & Angelo
Rating: PG-15/R
Summary: Ayumu and Kirito make it to their parents' house and catch up on things.
Author's Notes: This was a fun chapter. I apologize if my insults weren't good enough.
Ayumu steps in the door, shifting her bag on her shoulder, and calls out, “I’m home~” She slips her shoes off and Die follows suit.
Ayumu’s mom smiles at her brightly and immediately hugs her. “Oh, honeu, it’s so good to see you,” she says and smiles at Die, hugging him. “And you brought your boyfriend too.”
“He’s not my boyfriend, just a friend, mother,” Ayumu corrects, leading Die to her old bedroom.
“How was the trip here? A lot of traffic?” her mother asks.
“Not really. Is Kirito here yet?” Ayumu asks, putting her bag in her room.
“Not yet, but he called a few minutes agao. He should be here in time for dinner. Do you guys need anything?” she offers.
“Ah, no, we’re fine.”
Her mother smiles and walks off, letting the two get settle.
“See~ Even your mom wants us together,” Die says, putting his bag next to hers.
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“I think it does~” he says, sticking his tongue ou.
“Daisuke?” someone says, stopping in front of Ayumu’s room.
Die turns his head toward the hallway. “Hey, Kohta!” he responds, giving the man a little hug.
“I didn’t think you were coming back. Are you and Ayu still dating?” Kohta asks.
“We’re not dating,” she groans, “We never were.”
“She’s in denial,” Die leans over and whispers to him.
Kohta laughs a little and hits the older man’s arm lightly. “I got some new games for us to play. Maybe it’ll keep you and Kirito apart.”
“That would be nice.”
“Eventually, you guys need to make up,” Ayumu adds, stepping out the room.
Toward evening time, everyone gathers in the dining room and Ayumu helps her mother bring in the food she prepared. Once they were done, they settle in their seats and soon hear the front door open.
Kirito peeks his head in the dining room and says, “Sorry I’m late. Some things had to be taken care of.”
“It’s fine. We just brought the food out,” his mother says with a warm smile.
“Let us put our bags away and we’ll be back down,” he says, before disappearing.
“’We’?” Ayumu says softly.
“Yes, Kirito brought a guest as well.”
Kyo enters the room and Die chokes a bit on his water, once he sees the blonde. “To-ooru,” he stammers.
“What are you doing here?” they both ask.
“You guys know each other?” Ayumu asks.
“Yeah, they’re in a band together,” Kirito clears up, taking a seat at the table, next to an empty seat. He pulls the chair out for Kyo and watches him settle at the table.
“Why didn’t you tell me you knew Die?” Kyo asks.
“It didn’t seem important,” he shrugs a bit. He looks at his mother and introduces, “Mother, this is my boyfriend, Nishimura Tooru, but he prefers to be called Kyo.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Murata-san,” he says with a little smile.
“So, you’re dating Kirito?” Die asks.
Kyo simply nods and puts some food on his plate, glancing at Kirito pour some wine in his glass.
“What a small world,” Ayumu murmurs against the rim of her glass.
“So, how are things with you two,” their mother asks, glancing between her two oldest children.
“Well, I’m working on a new single and I’m going to Europe this winter with Kyo,” Kirito replies.
“Oh, you guys must be close,” their mother comments.
The older man nods some and swallows his food. “We are. We just recently moved in together.”
“How long have you been dating?” Ayumu asks casually.
“Almost a year,” he answers, eating a little more.
“Don’t you think you’re moving a little fast with your relationship?”
“Hmm…I tend not to question love.”
“Oh, so you two love each other. I hope things go well for you then.”
Kirito smirks a bit. “I’m not worried about it.”
“Ayumu, how are things with you?” their mother interrupts.
“Things are great. I have an art show next week and I’m ahead in my classes. I even took up a little tutoring,” she answers proudly.
Kirito glares a bit at his sister and she smirks at him.
“Is Die staying with you now?” Kirito prods a bit.
“Of course not. He has no reason to stay there.”
“You two aren’t dating?” Kyo asks softly.
Ayumu shakes her head. “We’re just good friends.”
Dinner begins to wind down and everyone parts ways to their bedrooms. Die opens the door to Ayumu’s room and closes it behind him.
“Kohta must be a very lonely guy,” he comments.
“He talked your head off again?” she asks, pulling a long loose shirt over her head.
“Yeah, mostly showed me his new comics,” he says, taking his shirt off and tosses it on top of his bag.
She takes her pants off and slips under the covers, glancing at Die as he joins her. She settles in the bed and looks at him, speaking softly, “I’m glad you came with me.”
“I thought I didn’t have a choice,” he laughs lightly, putting his arm around her waist.
“You’re right, but you do have some freewill.”
“I do, but not much with you,” he smiles some.
“Hmm…I never heard you complain about it.”
“Because I like you that much,” he smiles a little more and kisses her softly. He slips his hand up the back of her shirt and moves it down to her thigh.
Ayumu put her hand on his and moves it back to her waist. She pulls her lips away slowly and smiles softly, “We’re not going that far tonight,” she whispers.
“Why not? I won’t do much,” he promises, “Just be quiet.”
She bites her lip and glances away. “I don’t know,” she says softly.
“You know you want to,” he tries to convince, placing small kisses down her neck. He shifts on top of her and nips her skin, making her head fall back against the pillow.
“Mmm…I really hate you, Daisuke,” she moans softly, feeling his fingers touch over her hips and past the hem of her underwear.
“I know,” he says with a smirk and slips off her panties, dropping them off the side of the bed. He ducks under the comforter and caresses her thighs.
Ayumu watches the bump under the sheets and gasps softly at the feeling of Die’s tongue between her legs. She tangles her fingers in the other’s hair and moans.
~*~
Kirito sits on the bed and looks over at Kyo lying on the other side. “So, what do you think?” he asks, breaking the silence of the bedroom.
“Of what?” he asks back, settling under the covers and closing his eyes.
“Of my family…”
“Oh, they’re nice,” he simply answers.
“Alright.”
“Your mother seems to like me.”
“Yeah, I’m not surprise thought,” Kirito chuckles lightly.
“And your sister acts like you.”
“Really?” he quirks a brow, looking at the blonde with interest.
Kyo nods and says, “It’s a little creepy sometimes.”
The older man laughs a little and stands up, stretching a little. “I’m gonna get some water. Do you want anything?”
“I’m fine,” Kyo replies, yawning softly.
“Alright, I’ll be right back,” he says, leaving his older bedroom. He heads toward the kitchen, gets a glass, and puts some water in it.
He leans against the counter and drinks, sighing softly.
“Where’s my glass?” a female voice asks, surprising Kirito.
He blinks at Ayumu and notices her grin. “What are you doing awake?”
“Just suddenly got thirsty.”
He put his glass down and pours his sister a glass of water, handing it to her.
“Thanks,” she says softly, taking a sip, “So, I like your boyfriend.”
“Hm…you can’t have him,” he says bluntly.
She laughs a little. “Don’t worry, he’s not my type at all. Plus, he’s too short for my liking.”
“Don’t let him hear you say that,” Kirito murmurs, drinking a little.
“Aww~ Is your little boyfriend insecure about his height?” she teases.
“Heh, I think your friend is little more insecure about his dick being smaller than yours,” he teases back with a faint smirk.
“Ouch~ You won that one, but at least I’m doing a little bigger and better things than you.”
“Oh, you’re little finger paints. Please~”
“It’s better than that emo garbage you’ve been producing. Have your neighbors put out a warrant for your arrest for animal abuse or have you already deafen them with your voice.”
“At least I’m out of school and living out my dream, instead of wasting it in pointless classes and drooling in a ridiculously expensive textbook in the back of a classroom.”
“What are trying to say? That my life is easy?” She asks, finishing off her water.
“Pretty much.”
“Hmm…sounds like a bet to me~” she smirks.
“What does the winner get?”
“You clean my studio for two months and let me turn you into a work of art for everyone to see outside the art museum,” she keeps the smirk on her face.
“Alright, but if I win, you have to dance at my next live.”
“Deal, but if anyone finds out that we switched, then that person loses automatically,” she adds.
Kirito nods and asks, “When should we start and how long?”
“Sunday night, I’ll give you a call and I think a week should be long enough. Maybe you’ll survive half way.”
“I could handle two weeks if you want,” he smirks.
“Don’t push it.”
Pairing(s): Ayumu x Die (one-sided) & Kirito x Kyo
Character(s): Kohta
Band(s): Zwei, Dir en grey, & Angelo
Rating: PG-15/R
Summary: Ayumu and Kirito make it to their parents' house and catch up on things.
Author's Notes: This was a fun chapter. I apologize if my insults weren't good enough.
Ayumu steps in the door, shifting her bag on her shoulder, and calls out, “I’m home~” She slips her shoes off and Die follows suit.
Ayumu’s mom smiles at her brightly and immediately hugs her. “Oh, honeu, it’s so good to see you,” she says and smiles at Die, hugging him. “And you brought your boyfriend too.”
“He’s not my boyfriend, just a friend, mother,” Ayumu corrects, leading Die to her old bedroom.
“How was the trip here? A lot of traffic?” her mother asks.
“Not really. Is Kirito here yet?” Ayumu asks, putting her bag in her room.
“Not yet, but he called a few minutes agao. He should be here in time for dinner. Do you guys need anything?” she offers.
“Ah, no, we’re fine.”
Her mother smiles and walks off, letting the two get settle.
“See~ Even your mom wants us together,” Die says, putting his bag next to hers.
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“I think it does~” he says, sticking his tongue ou.
“Daisuke?” someone says, stopping in front of Ayumu’s room.
Die turns his head toward the hallway. “Hey, Kohta!” he responds, giving the man a little hug.
“I didn’t think you were coming back. Are you and Ayu still dating?” Kohta asks.
“We’re not dating,” she groans, “We never were.”
“She’s in denial,” Die leans over and whispers to him.
Kohta laughs a little and hits the older man’s arm lightly. “I got some new games for us to play. Maybe it’ll keep you and Kirito apart.”
“That would be nice.”
“Eventually, you guys need to make up,” Ayumu adds, stepping out the room.
Toward evening time, everyone gathers in the dining room and Ayumu helps her mother bring in the food she prepared. Once they were done, they settle in their seats and soon hear the front door open.
Kirito peeks his head in the dining room and says, “Sorry I’m late. Some things had to be taken care of.”
“It’s fine. We just brought the food out,” his mother says with a warm smile.
“Let us put our bags away and we’ll be back down,” he says, before disappearing.
“’We’?” Ayumu says softly.
“Yes, Kirito brought a guest as well.”
Kyo enters the room and Die chokes a bit on his water, once he sees the blonde. “To-ooru,” he stammers.
“What are you doing here?” they both ask.
“You guys know each other?” Ayumu asks.
“Yeah, they’re in a band together,” Kirito clears up, taking a seat at the table, next to an empty seat. He pulls the chair out for Kyo and watches him settle at the table.
“Why didn’t you tell me you knew Die?” Kyo asks.
“It didn’t seem important,” he shrugs a bit. He looks at his mother and introduces, “Mother, this is my boyfriend, Nishimura Tooru, but he prefers to be called Kyo.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Murata-san,” he says with a little smile.
“So, you’re dating Kirito?” Die asks.
Kyo simply nods and puts some food on his plate, glancing at Kirito pour some wine in his glass.
“What a small world,” Ayumu murmurs against the rim of her glass.
“So, how are things with you two,” their mother asks, glancing between her two oldest children.
“Well, I’m working on a new single and I’m going to Europe this winter with Kyo,” Kirito replies.
“Oh, you guys must be close,” their mother comments.
The older man nods some and swallows his food. “We are. We just recently moved in together.”
“How long have you been dating?” Ayumu asks casually.
“Almost a year,” he answers, eating a little more.
“Don’t you think you’re moving a little fast with your relationship?”
“Hmm…I tend not to question love.”
“Oh, so you two love each other. I hope things go well for you then.”
Kirito smirks a bit. “I’m not worried about it.”
“Ayumu, how are things with you?” their mother interrupts.
“Things are great. I have an art show next week and I’m ahead in my classes. I even took up a little tutoring,” she answers proudly.
Kirito glares a bit at his sister and she smirks at him.
“Is Die staying with you now?” Kirito prods a bit.
“Of course not. He has no reason to stay there.”
“You two aren’t dating?” Kyo asks softly.
Ayumu shakes her head. “We’re just good friends.”
Dinner begins to wind down and everyone parts ways to their bedrooms. Die opens the door to Ayumu’s room and closes it behind him.
“Kohta must be a very lonely guy,” he comments.
“He talked your head off again?” she asks, pulling a long loose shirt over her head.
“Yeah, mostly showed me his new comics,” he says, taking his shirt off and tosses it on top of his bag.
She takes her pants off and slips under the covers, glancing at Die as he joins her. She settles in the bed and looks at him, speaking softly, “I’m glad you came with me.”
“I thought I didn’t have a choice,” he laughs lightly, putting his arm around her waist.
“You’re right, but you do have some freewill.”
“I do, but not much with you,” he smiles some.
“Hmm…I never heard you complain about it.”
“Because I like you that much,” he smiles a little more and kisses her softly. He slips his hand up the back of her shirt and moves it down to her thigh.
Ayumu put her hand on his and moves it back to her waist. She pulls her lips away slowly and smiles softly, “We’re not going that far tonight,” she whispers.
“Why not? I won’t do much,” he promises, “Just be quiet.”
She bites her lip and glances away. “I don’t know,” she says softly.
“You know you want to,” he tries to convince, placing small kisses down her neck. He shifts on top of her and nips her skin, making her head fall back against the pillow.
“Mmm…I really hate you, Daisuke,” she moans softly, feeling his fingers touch over her hips and past the hem of her underwear.
“I know,” he says with a smirk and slips off her panties, dropping them off the side of the bed. He ducks under the comforter and caresses her thighs.
Ayumu watches the bump under the sheets and gasps softly at the feeling of Die’s tongue between her legs. She tangles her fingers in the other’s hair and moans.
~*~
Kirito sits on the bed and looks over at Kyo lying on the other side. “So, what do you think?” he asks, breaking the silence of the bedroom.
“Of what?” he asks back, settling under the covers and closing his eyes.
“Of my family…”
“Oh, they’re nice,” he simply answers.
“Alright.”
“Your mother seems to like me.”
“Yeah, I’m not surprise thought,” Kirito chuckles lightly.
“And your sister acts like you.”
“Really?” he quirks a brow, looking at the blonde with interest.
Kyo nods and says, “It’s a little creepy sometimes.”
The older man laughs a little and stands up, stretching a little. “I’m gonna get some water. Do you want anything?”
“I’m fine,” Kyo replies, yawning softly.
“Alright, I’ll be right back,” he says, leaving his older bedroom. He heads toward the kitchen, gets a glass, and puts some water in it.
He leans against the counter and drinks, sighing softly.
“Where’s my glass?” a female voice asks, surprising Kirito.
He blinks at Ayumu and notices her grin. “What are you doing awake?”
“Just suddenly got thirsty.”
He put his glass down and pours his sister a glass of water, handing it to her.
“Thanks,” she says softly, taking a sip, “So, I like your boyfriend.”
“Hm…you can’t have him,” he says bluntly.
She laughs a little. “Don’t worry, he’s not my type at all. Plus, he’s too short for my liking.”
“Don’t let him hear you say that,” Kirito murmurs, drinking a little.
“Aww~ Is your little boyfriend insecure about his height?” she teases.
“Heh, I think your friend is little more insecure about his dick being smaller than yours,” he teases back with a faint smirk.
“Ouch~ You won that one, but at least I’m doing a little bigger and better things than you.”
“Oh, you’re little finger paints. Please~”
“It’s better than that emo garbage you’ve been producing. Have your neighbors put out a warrant for your arrest for animal abuse or have you already deafen them with your voice.”
“At least I’m out of school and living out my dream, instead of wasting it in pointless classes and drooling in a ridiculously expensive textbook in the back of a classroom.”
“What are trying to say? That my life is easy?” She asks, finishing off her water.
“Pretty much.”
“Hmm…sounds like a bet to me~” she smirks.
“What does the winner get?”
“You clean my studio for two months and let me turn you into a work of art for everyone to see outside the art museum,” she keeps the smirk on her face.
“Alright, but if I win, you have to dance at my next live.”
“Deal, but if anyone finds out that we switched, then that person loses automatically,” she adds.
Kirito nods and asks, “When should we start and how long?”
“Sunday night, I’ll give you a call and I think a week should be long enough. Maybe you’ll survive half way.”
“I could handle two weeks if you want,” he smirks.
“Don’t push it.”