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"What do you want?"
All for One glanced back over his shoulder. "Exactly as I told you, little brother: for you to accompany me on this stroll. It was very nice of you to come along."
"Enough of this farce already!" Yoichi snapped, his hands balling into fists. But the silent third member of their party kept him from doing anything foolish. Walking only half a pace behind Yoichi, All for One's bodyguard left him no option but to follow along.
That didn't stop Yoichi from casting around wary glances. He'd been doing it the whole time he'd been outside. All for One could see right through him. His dear brother was hoping to escape. Laughable, really.
"What are you talking about?" All for One asked mildly. "I took time out of my busy schedule for the sake of your health. You need exercise and fresh air. Or," he gave his brother a wide smile, "do you miss the comfort of your room already?"
Yoichi's answering glare was rather feeble. He looked unwell, All for One thought. His brother was pale, and out of breath despite their easy pace.
The area they'd gotten to, once a bustling city street, was completely empty save for themselves. There were inhabitants holed up in the increasingly dilapidated houses, living in fear of the people they called freaks and monsters. All for One saw a hint of movement behind a shuttered window while he waited for his brother and his bodyguard to catch up with him. Even being shoved along roughly, Yoichi was sluggish.
"You seem tired, little brother. Looks like it's time for us to turn around."
At that moment there was a crash and then a shriek coming from the direction of a tiny alley to their left. There was half a second where Yoichi looked warily between All for One and his bodyguard, and then he was off like a shot towards the source of the sounds. Well, almost like a shot. His running speed had never been impressive. All for One watched him go, amused.
His bodyguard huffed, but he headed after Yoichi. All for One followed the two of them unhurriedly.
On the other side of the alley he found a wide street with crumbling pavements and the faded markings of two car lanes. Some thugs were causing a commotion. He made his way towards the tussle.
His bodyguard was fending off several men at the same time. Yoichi was behind him, and next to Yoichi stood a cowering woman with sunglasses on whom All for One didn't recognize.
None of the enemies seemed strong individually, nor were they well organized, so they weren't giving his bodyguard much trouble. About half of them were already lying on the ground.
Right as All for One's bodyguard was subduing the next thug, one of the men lifted the piece of wood he was carrying. But he didn't use it as a club, because it wasn't a weapon. All for One was now close enough to see that it was a long, tradional flute. The man played a short melody, the music jarring next to the groans and shouts of his comrades. A sphere of grey energy formed at the bottom of the instrument.
It all happened very fast. The melody stopped, and the sphere flew off past his bodyguard, towards the two behind him. The woman watched it approach like a deer in the headlights. Yoichi jumped in front of her, pulling her down and out of harm's way, but he was too slow: the grey sphere hit him in the back and disappeared. Yoichi and the woman tumbled to the ground just as a kick from bodyguard made the flutist keel over.
All for One arrived on the scene a moment later. He hadn't sped up his pace the whole time.
His brother and the woman hadn't gotten up yet. They sat on the pavement, talking in hushed voices. The woman seemed agitated. She was explaining something, speaking quickly and quietly. Her sunglasses were gone and her wide, worried eyes were fixed on Yoichi. All for One only caught the very end of her rambling.
"...when we fell down. I'm so sorry!" She sounded almost hysterical.
"Don't be, please, just calm down." All for One's brother put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Maybe it didn't happen. I don't feel different."
"It takes a while to have an effect. Oh, what are you going to do?"
"I'll manage, it's really not a big deal. It'll be-"
Yoichi shut up, cutting himself off because he'd noticed All for One's approach. He glowered up at him. The woman stared at All for One curiously.
"Are you alright?" All for One asked, ignoring her presence. Yoichi stayed stubbornly silent. All for One couldn't see any sign he'd come to physical harm.
"So it seems. Well, I'm off to fix this newest mess you've dragged us all into. Be good and sit still, will you?" He didn't wait for Yoichi's reaction.
His bodyguard had pulled the flutist up to his knees. Blood trickled from the man's nose and a cut on his bald scalp.
"Hello," All for One greeted him politely. "Would you introduce yourself?"
"What? The man blinked in confused anger, but he did answer. "Karanai Kokuu."
"Nice to meet you. Why were you and your friends causing such a ruckus, Karanai?"
"Before you barged in, you mean? That woman there," Karanai jutted his chin towards her, "crossed out turf without paying the toll. Nobody gets away with that!"
"That's right, nobody!" shouted one of the other gang members, but he shut up quickly when he saw All for One looking at him.
"Your turf?" All for One asked, turning back to Karanai. "It seems there's been a misunderstanding. This whole area belongs to me."
Horror dawned on the faces of several men on the ground as they realized who the man in front of them was.
"I'm sure you simply didn't know," All for One continued, smiling, "so let's let bygones be bygones. You can go in a moment. But before you do that, I need you to tell me what you did with your flute, Karanai. That was your meta ability, right?"
"Yeah," Karanai answered readily. "Its name is Husk. It's going to start affecting him within the next half an hour."
"What will happen to him?" All for One asked, glancing at Yoichi from the corner of his eye to make sure he was paying attention.
"My ability turns people into an empty shell. Their emotions, memories, speech, will – all of that pointless stuff disappears. The person gets emptied out, all that stays is their body. If you leave the person alone, they'll just sit there with nothing going on in their heads. Theres one thing they do respond to, and that's orders. Because they have no will of their own, they just do whatever anyone tells them."
"How long does this state last?"
Karanai laughed. "Usually? Until they die. That happens after a day if they aren't cured."
"How can they be cured?"
"Well, um," Karanai hesitated, "with touch. That's it. But it can't come from just anyone, it has to be someone close, family, friends, a girlfriend. They need lots of physical contact from someone like that until they're healed. Their personality returns bit by bit during that time."
"Really? What a simple solution. Well, thank you for your explanation, it was very helpful. You and your friends are free to leave now."
Karanai sighed, relaxing. Then, before he could even understand what was happening, All for One's hand was on his head. He pulled and the meta ability flowed into him, becoming his own.
"Goodbye," All for One said cheerfully. Karanai sat in place, stunned. He would have stayed there for who knows how long if the other gang members hadn't dragged him with them. All for One watched them all disappear around the corner, then slowly turned towards his brother.
"You heard him. Seems like we'll be spending some quality time together." All for One was in a great mood. "It'll be just like the good old days."
Yoichi looked grim and tired, sweat shining on his pale face. The woman glanced between them, fidgeting with the pieces of her sunglasses. They must have broken when Yoichi tackled her.
"I'm sorry you had to witness that scene," All for One finally addressed her. "Unfortunately, there are some unsavoury characters in this area." Yoichi gave him a nasty look at that, the cheeky brat. "What brings you here in the first place?"
"I was... I'm here for my job. The client asked us to assess the landscape painting at his home. He said it was too large to bring to us. I was on my way there when these people attacked out of nowhere. Thank you so much for saving me!" She said it to all of them, but her eyes were mostly on Yoichi.
"I'm just glad you're alright," Yoichi said, climbing to his feet with effort. He held out his hand and helped her up too.
"Please let me thank you properly sometime. Here, you can call me on this number," she said, fishing a business card out of her purse. All for One took it before Yoichi could, glancing at her name – Seikuchi Koito, huh – and the name of her workplace before pocketing the card.
"It's very admirable that you're working with this crisis going on," All for One flattered her, and made some meaningless small talk before asking about her client's address. She told him the place. "That's only a few blocks away. My bodyguard will accompany you there to make sure you arrive safely."
"You'd really do that? Thank you so much!" Seikuchi bowed several times. She turned to leave, then hesitated. "Are you sure you'll be okay?" she asked Yoichi.
"I will. Please don't worry about me," Yoichi said. And he gave her, this complete stranger, a strained but gentle smile.
That smile turned into a scowl the moment he was left alone with his only family in the world.
"You're behind this, aren't you?" he spat at All for One bitterly.
"Behind what?" All for One asked.
"All of this, everything that just happened. Something is off. You planned this, I can tell!" He was working himself into such a tizzy his illness was acting up, making him cough.
"Be careful, you know getting agitated isn't good for you." All for One waited for Yoichi to quiet down. "Your accusations don't make any sense, I've never met these people before. I know what's going on: you're embarrassed. You tried to play savior as usual, and it backfired on you. You achieved nothing except getting hit by a meta ability that's about to turn you into a vegetable and kill you. And there's nobody who can help you aside from me, whom you consider despicable. You want to pretend it's all my fault in order to feel better. That's low, even for you."
"No, you–!" Yoichi couldn't speak for coughing.
"We're going home before you collapse right here," All for One said with finality, turning his back to his brother and going.
He expected Yoichi to argue, follow him, or run away. None of that happened. Yoichi stood rooted to the spot.
His face was blank. It was a complete emptiness, as if his expressions had simply been wiped off. His eyes stared ahead, dull and lifeless. Karanai's meta ability had come into effect.
"Here it is." All for One grinned. "At least this will make you more manageable. I wonder if you're in there, somewhere?" If he was, there was nothing to show it. "You can rest easy. Everything will work out, because you have me. Now, come here."
Like a marionette on strings, Yoichi lifted one foot in the air and put it in front of him. Then the other. His gait was stiff and unnatural, but he did exactly as All for One told him. It was a welcome change.
"This is nice," All for One said, not that his brother could hold a conversation at the moment. "Maybe I should make you do tricks. Stay." Yoichi stopped in place. All for One tried a few more. "Walk towards me. Bow." Yoichi executed the commands woodenly, a hollowed-out puppet.
All for One would have continued, but they really did have to get back. There would be time for this later. Until then, he made Yoichi follow him like a good dog. Returning from his errand, his bodyguard joined the two of them on their way to the building Yoichi lived in these days.
He was usually confined to the vault in the basement, so Yoichi hadn't gotten to see it much, but the rest of the house was quite large and luxurious. It had been built for the sort of people who had enough wealth to need a vault in the first place, so it was only natural. All for One had found the house mostly intact a few years ago, and after cleaning and some minor repairs it had become a valued part of his collection. He was particularly fond of the master bedroom with its ensuite bathroom.
This was the room he now led Yoichi to. All for One was buzzing with anticipation. He was going to thoroughly enjoy cuddling his helpless, biddable brother back to mental normalcy.
"This is going to take some time," he said to his bodyguard at the door. "I'll call you if I need anything. Make sure we have our privacy, until then." He waited until the sound of footsteps faded away, then leaned Yoichi against the door.
"We can finally get started. How long has it been since we last spent so much time together? Let's make the most of this occasion. It'll be lots of fun." All for One smiled. Yoichi's silent, unfocused stare would have been unnerving if All for One were affected by such things.
"What should we start with?" All for One mused. "I could make you do more tricks... Why are you so red?" Yoichi's slack face was flushed. "Was that short walk too much exercise for you? Don't tell me you're sick again." All for One swept his brother's bangs to the side and put a palm to his forehead. "Hmm. It's not a fever, at least."
Normally, Yoichi would have shrunk from All for One's touch as if it were poisonous. Now he just stood and took it, no protests, no nothing. What a wonderful meta ability.
All for One cupped his brother's cheek, trailed over his features with his thumb. "That man did say I needed to touch you. It's a little awkward, but you're going to have to get used to it so you can get better. Though it's really a shame. When you're cured, you'll go back to being difficult. I like you this way."
There was no recognition in Yoichi's empty gaze, no sign of any thought at all. Then out of nowhere, his tongue darted out and licked All for One's thumb.
"What are you doing?" All for One asked, dumbfounded for once in his life. How was Yoichi even acting independently? He was supposed to have no will of his own while affected.
But clearly, Yoichi was able to move without outside prompting. That was inexplicable enough, and what was what he was doing, even more so.
He kept on licking All for One's thumb, all over the fingerpad and down to the webbing at the base, holding All for One's hand and moving it to suit himself.
Apparently he decided he was finished with All for One's thumb, because he moved onto his index and middle fingers next. He put them in his mouth and swirled his tongue around them.
It was somewhat difficult to take stock of the situation with that going on, but All for One managed. First of all, his brother would never do this if he was in a normal state of mind. Second, Yoichi's expression was still one of utter vacuity. It could only mean the ability was working, but something had gone wrong with it. The more pressing issue was how All for One should react to all this. He could just take his hand away and put a stop to it, but...
All for One pushed down on Yoichi's tongue, and though he did it with enough force to make saliva drip onto his palm, Yoichi didn't even wince. He just sucked on All for One's fingers, slurping noisily. All for One grinned to himself. There was no question: watching his brother make a fool of himself was much more entertaining.
"What's with you?" he wondered out loud. "That quirk was only supposed to make you as obedient as a dog, not turn you into one."
A drop of drool ran down All for One's hand. Yoichi popped the fingers out of his mouth to lap it up. As he did, his tongue flicked at the thin skin surrounding the pit in the middle of All for One's palm. All for One nearly jolted.
The area around his meta ability's manifestation had always been sensitive. Though never a liability in battle, it could cause minor discomfort sometimes. This was very different. The sensation was hard to describe. The closest thing that came to mind was ticklish, but it didn't really fit.
Yoichi's tongue seemed to light tiny sparks under All for One's skin as it traced the edge of the hole. The feeling intensified when he licked across it.
He stuck the tip of his tongue inside and All for One's breath left him in a hiss. It felt almost overwhelming. Warm and wet, so different from the cool rush of his meta ability. Starting from the center of his palm, heat and a shivery excitement were suffusing throughout his body.
There was still no awareness in Yoichi's eyes, and yet his mouth was laser-focused on this one part of All for One. He drew teasing circles around it, then dipped back in. All for One's usage of his power was a constant source of contention between them, and now Yoichi treated its mark so carefully, so attentively. Like he wanted to understand it, to map it out by touch, like he wanted something out of it.
"Oh, was that what you were aiming at? For me to use my power on you?" All for One's voice was low and inexplicably hoarse. The sensations were getting very distracting. They seemed to be increasing, coalescing into something bigger. Sparks traveled down his arm in bright electric impulses, growing stronger whenever his brother grazed the delicate skin at the bottom of the pit. The sparks ran down his spine, spreading into his belly, and lower...
All for One realized suddenly that Yoichi tongueing his palm had gotten him aroused.
"Stop," he ordered. Yoichi's mouth closed and he let go, his arms falling to his sides.
All for One's hand was smeared with rapidly cooling saliva. The center of it still tingled.
"Did you know?" All for One finally asked. Yoichi, with his vacant, drool-smeared face, looked like he had never known anything. He stared at All for One's lips, but obviously didn't understand a word he said.
"Of course not," All for One answered for him, collecting himself. "Not even I knew that could happen. How would you be aware? Besides, whatever you do right now is caused by that power malfunctioning. I won't hold it against y–"
He couldn't finish his sentence because Yoichi jumped and put his arms around his neck, and his face to his own. Their mouths and noses bumped together. It was so awkward All for One didn't immediately recognize it as a kiss.
Something poked All for One's belly where Yoichi's groin brushed against it. Yoichi rubbed it against him with little movements of his hips. He moved his head back a bit. All for One's sight was full of his brother's face. He saw it twist into a slight grimace as Yoichi went still. Then his mouth opened in a small sigh, and his whole body slackened, arms loosening their hold.
Even in shock, All for One's hands automatically went to steady his brother as he jumped, or rather fell down, onto his feet. He slumped against All for One, breathing heavily.
"Was that what I think it was?"
No answer, of course. All for One pushed Yoichi away and looked him over. His brother's cheeks were flushed pink, the pupils of his lifeless eyes dilated, and a wet patch spread at the crotch of his pants.
The gears turned in All for One's mind for a few seconds before he pieced things together. Shock gave way to amusement and the contemplation of certain interesting possibilities. He smiled again.
"That really surprised me, little brother! I didn't know you felt that way about me."
Yoichi looked like hadn't heard All for One speak. He started grinding his lower half on All for One again.
"That's an impressively short recovery period. Or is it that I excite you that much?" All for One teased him.
His brother moved against All for One's leg in clumsy, awkward jerks. All for One could have been talking to a wall. He was not discouraged, however.
"Don't you think you're acting very ungentlemanly? I believe a date would've been appropriate before this." All for One attempted to seem admonishing, but he couldn't keep the smirk off his face. "At the very least, you could have asked first. You're using me to sate your desires without my permission. It's the same thing you always accuse me of! But I'm not as rigid as you are, so I'll forgive you. Here, it might be easier like this."
He shoved his knee between Yoichi's legs. His brother understood his meaning, or maybe he just acted on instinct. He rutted against All for One's thigh with complete abandon, as unselfconscious as animal.
All for One looked down at Yoichi's face. A drop of sweat was making its way down the side of his nose. All for One looked at him and thought about how there wasn't a single sign of his brother in this bestial thing humping his leg. The person he'd known all his life was gone, leaving only his body. The rest of him had been stolen away. All for One almost hated him for allowing it.
Yoichi, or the thing wearing his skin, sped up near the finish line. Even through both of their pants, All for One could feel the heat and hardness at the junction of his brother's legs. Much faster than All for One expected, Yoichi tensed, shivered, and came to a halt.
All for One let out a laugh. "You're a quick shot, aren't you?"
When he removed his leg from under Yoichi, his brother swayed on his feet. He would have collapsed if not for All for One catching him.
"Careful there. Looks like that took a lot out of you. Let's get you on the bed so you can rest. Move your feet."
Clearly the meta ability was still making him somewhat obedient, because Yoichi did as he was told, even though his steps were so unsteady he needed All for One's help to walk. But they didn't make it to their destination. About halfway through the room, Yoichi stretched his arms towards All for One and grabbed hold of his lapels.
"What is it?" All for One asked. His brother tugged on his jacket.
Did he want him to lower his head? Apparently so, because when All for One did, Yoichi put his mouth on his.
All for One moved back out of his reach.
"I'm very flattered, but please be patient. This can wait until you're not about to keel over from exhaustion." Yoichi just tried to pull him down again.
This was getting troublesome. Maybe he should carry him to the bed. Or, even easier, use a meta ability to deposit him there.
He glanced down at his brother. His face was still devoid of emotion, but his hands were eager, almost desperate, as they tugged on All for One's clothes. He had even gone up on his tiptoes to try to reach him. It was adorable, All for One thought, how needy Yoichi was acting. And what he needed so badly he couldn't wait another second was him.
All for One's smile turned a shade wry. "Alright," he said, bending his head, "I see how important this is to you. I'll indulge you this time."
Yoichi closed the distance between them like there was a magnet pulling him in. He cupped All for One's face in his hands. It was all very cute, really. No tongue, only an almost shy press of lips. Those innocent closed-mouthed kisses were inherently, irrevocably illicit, because they were between the two of them. The contrast sent a thrill down All for One's spine.
Anyhow, they couldn't continue like this. "I'm getting a crick in my neck here," All for One announced. He had to hold Yoichi back so he could speak. "That's rude," he grumbled, but he was smiling as he straightened up and stretched his cramping muscles. "You should be more considerate towards your big brother. Especially when I'm doing you a favour."
Maybe he was imagining it, but his brother looked a little dejected. All for One tapped him on the shoulder, and Yoichi levitated off the ground, drifting up until their heads were about level with each other. He stayed there in mid-air, standing solidly on nothing.
"This will serve as your footstool. Convenient, right? The ability lets me define the amount of space below an object," All for One explained, though Yoichi could clearly not understand the explanation, or even that there was a need for one. Going by his oblivious mien, he didn't find anything strange about floating nearly half a meter off the floor.
It was evidently much more interesting to bunch his fists in All for One's jacket and plant his lips back in place. All for One was starting to miss his brother's angry rants. At least they were some kind of reaction.
How long was Yoichi going to act like this? If it was connected to Karanai's meta ability, and all signs pointed in that direction, it could be up to a day. And, as he reminded himself, his brother needed physical contact so he wouldn't die. Leaving him was not an option.
There wasn't a whole lot to do but go ahead then, was there?
He kissed Yoichi back, to immediate effect. Yoichi's breath hitched and his whole body seemed to become soft and yielding, like he was melting against All for One. Even his hands relaxed, palms smoothing out on All for One's chest. That counted as a reaction too, All for One thought, as his arms went about his brother's warm, pliant back.
The pliancy was also there in the way Yoichi kissed. He surrendered control to All for One and let him steer it to his liking, to set the pace, the angle, the pressure. Soon he was returning the kiss the way he had been shown all on his own, no steering necessary.
All for One could feel his brother's erection prod at his belly, and it didn't bother him. It was a trivial issue when he finally had Yoichi in his arms, holding him back, submitting to him.
Yoichi broked the kiss suddenly. He was out of breath and his eyes were wide. It was the first hint of emotion he'd shown since it had started. He was staring down between their bodies, at his own thigh brushing the beginning of an erection in All for One's slacks.
"Don't look so shocked! It's a natural, if involuntary reaction to physical stimulation," All for One said, sounding as composed and self-assured as ever, though he was not actually convinced by his own explanation.
His brother's gaze was fixated on his groin, blind and deaf to the rest of the world. With great carefulness, Yoichi reached out and touched it, and a shaky sigh escaped him.
He treated All for One with delicacy and awe, like an object of worship, and it was both amusing and completely warranted. Still, All for One had a part to play, so he said: "Oh, this is terrible. It wasn't enough of you to force my body into a state of unwanted arousal, now you're taking advantage of it."
Within his mind, All for One wondered. The state of his body puzzled him. Not a whole lot had happened between them, just Yoichi licking his hand and some childish kisses while they hugged. He wasn't so young and hormonal that this should be getting to him, and even when he had been young and hormonal he hadn't been all that excitable.
But even setting all that aside, this was his brother, flesh of his flesh, whom he'd known all his life. And yet All for One couldn't summon a feeling of disgust. Quite the opposite. Yoichi rubbed his erection through the fabric of his slacks, and despite the layers in between it filled out readily.
It wasn't that Yoichi had suddenly become attractive to him. It was still clear to him that his brother's physique was inadequate, his features unremarkable. He watched Yoichi fumble at his belt. He wasn't making much headway because a single hand wasn't enough for the task, and the other one was occupied with fondling his groin. All for One saw his brother, and every line of that inferior body was dear and familiar to him.
Maybe familiarity was the key, after all. The bond of blood between them, and its perversion. All for One liked breaking society's rules as much as he liked using them for his own ends; the taboo had always thrilled him. And the best part about commiting this trangression was that Yoichi was at his side, doing it with him.
His hands went to his belt. "Let me," he told Yoichi, and began pulling the strap through the buckle.
It all seemed vaguely unreal – the sight of his brother's hand curling around his cock, moving on it, the way Yoichi shuddered like he was the one being touched.
Yoichi's strokes were eager, but thorough and sure. He seemed to know the exact right amount of pressure to use, when to momentarily tighten his grip, to add a small twist on the upstroke. His thumb found the sensitive spot on the underside of the head and rubbed it, and when pre-ejaculate welled at the tip he spread it to lubricate his movements.
"You're pretty good at this," All for One observed, his voice coming out a bit raspy. "How'd you become such an expert? Do you do this to yourself all day, down there in the dark? I've wondered how you fill the empty time between my visits."
Even though he knew it was the meta ability's fault, All for One was disappointed his brother didn't rise to the bait. Yoichi's attention was entirely dedicated to his genitals. The hand that wasn't pumping his cock gently cupped his testes.
All for One put his head next to Yoichi's. "Or maybe it's not just yourself you practiced on?" he murmered in his ear. "Were you forced to sell yourself when you were on the run from me?"
It was a low blow, and one he knew was untrue. His subordinates had tracked every second of his brother's escape. Nothing like that had happened. If anyone had tried, All for One would have painted the streets with their guts. All he wanted was to make Yoichi respond to him, but of course it didn't work. Words could not reach him now.
There was only one thing that did.
"Nevermind all that. That looks uncomfortable," he said, and he brushed the backs of his fingers over the bulge stretching Yoichi's pants. "Would you like me to lend a hand?"
Yoichi made a choked sound, his hips jerking to press back against the fingers. When All for One freed his cock from the confines of his pants and took it in his palm, he gasped, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment.
He was holding his brother's erection. It was hard, and slippery from when he'd come twice earlier. It felt like a living thing in his hand, warm and fragile. A perfectly ordinary erection.
Ordinary, and in proportion with the rest of Yoichi's body, just like All for One's was to his own. He couldn't help a bit of juvenile gloating. "It seems I win on this point too, little brother."
Yoichi was panting, and All for One hadn't even done anything yet. Could he really be that sensitive? He stroked him once, and Yoichi's eyes rolled back in his head, and his knees wobbled.
The hand on All for One had stilled at some point, but now Yoichi started back up. They touched each other, working together towards one goal. Yoichi surged forward, seeking his mouth. They kissed sloppily, and Yoichi throbbed in his palm, a strange sensation.
There was almost no space between them, and their knuckles bumped against each other as their hands moved up and down. Yoichi changed his grip to cover both of their cocks, and All for One mirrored him.
"That's a good idea," he said, voice rough. "Let's do it together."
Because of the differing length of their torsos, Yoichi had to bend his knees to align their erections better. He was so flushed his face seemed to glow red. The center of All for One's palm sent out muted waves of pleasure when it rubbed against their lengths. Yoichi's hot breath was on his neck, and he let the older one put his hand over his and control their motions. Up-and-down, again and again, and every repetition added up, building into something explosively powerful.
Yoichi came first, muffling his quiet moan into All for One's shoulder. There was something mesmerizing about feeling and seeing his cock pulsate and spurt semen. He only had to rock against him once, twice, and then while Yoichi was still shaking, his come on his knuckles and erection, All for One's orgasm followed.
He was still reeling from the force of it when Yoichi's legs gave out, so he didn't bother catching him this time. It was okay, Yoichi was fine. He sat on his haunches and breathed heavily, his head pillowed on All for One's thigh. He looked rather comical, kneeling in midair, penis sticking out of his open fly. Then again, All for One wasn't much better. There was a sticky mess all over his hand and suit. He was going to need a change of clothes later.
All for One found his handkerchief and was in the middle of wiping off his hand when he felt something warm and wet at the junction of his thigh and hip.
It was Yoichi's tongue, cleaning their mingled semen off his skin.
All for One laughed. "Thanks for the help," he said, ruffling Yoichi's hair. "Though I think you might be doing it just because you like using your mouth on me."
Yoichi's tongue made its ticklish path towards the center of All for One's pelvis, leaving a trail of cooling spit. He licked his softening cock. With that unreadable expression of his, it was hard to tell if he was deliberately trying to arouse.
Not that it really mattered. Yoichi methodically lapped up every last trace of come from the shaft, and under the flick of his tongue, sensitive flesh began stirring anew. All for One's refractory period was always short after the first time.
"I guessed correctly, then. You're shameless," he said affectionately. "I've barely had a moment to recover, and you're already demanding more."
That awful haircut covered much of Yoichi's face when viewed from above, so All for One only felt it when his brother wrapped his lips around him, and sucked gently. There were different textures inside that wet heat, the soft inner cheek, the tongue cradling the underside. While Yoichi focused on the crown, his hands slicked the shaft with his saliva. But more than any physical sensation, what made All for One's erection swell to full size again quickly was the visual of his brother on his knees, serving him.
All for One wanted to see how far Yoichi would go for him. He considered pushing Yoichi's head down, but as if he could hear his thoughts Yoichi did it for him, taking him deeper until All for One could feel his cock touch his palate. Yoichi moved off a bit and then back in an imitation of intercourse, his hand pumping in time with his mouth.
"If only you were always so good to me," All for One sighed, running his fingers through his brother's hair. He was getting close fast. Just as he was about to tip over the edge, Yoichi flinched and pulled off him completely, gasping for air. All for One was left frustrated.
"You look pitiful. Did you bite off more than you can chew? There's no turning back now, you better finish what you started." His fingers curved against Yoichi's scalp, almost pulling at the roots of his hair. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he noted something odd about Yoichi's breathing, but he didn't have time to consider it further.
Even though he'd clearly hit his limits, Yoichi was still doing his best to attend to him. He rubbed the shaft against his face, smearing spit and precome over his cheek, covered his balls in featherlight kisses.
It was always difficult to stay irritated with Yoichi, and it was truly impossible now, watching him carelessly throw away his dignity and comfort for All for One's sake. He hadn't even caught his breath yet, and Yoichi was already putting the crown between his lips and suckling.
"You don't need to overdo it," All for One told him, frustration forgotten. "I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."
He saw his hand resting on Yoichi's head, and thought about what he usually did when he had his hand on someone."I wish I could give you something too..." he said wistfully, tenderly brushing his brother's bangs from his sweaty forehead.
With his hair out of the way, All for One could see him properly. Yoichi's lips were stretched wide around All for One's girth. For once, his mouth wasn't used for scolding or arguing with him, but to please him. Above the mouth were cheeks flushed a feverish red and dazed, dreamy eyes. All for One glanced further down and saw his brother's erection jutting out of his pants. This was his brother. He was an almost unbearably obscene sight, a blasphemy against nature and morality. It was wonderful.
Yoichi eased more of All for One's length into his mouth, his eyelids fluttering in bliss, and that was enough. All for One's abdomen flexed hard as release crashed over him, his fingers spasming on Yoichi's head.
At first Yoichi moaned as his mouth was flooded, but then he suddenly choked, his eyes going wide. He let go of All for One and coughed hard. Droplets of semen mixed with spit splattered onto All for One's slacks. A small part of him noted it, but the rest of his mind was busy whiting out with pleasure.
When All for One zipped his slacks back up about a minute later, Yoichi was still hacking his lungs out. He sounded terrible. All for One's pleasant post-orgasm laxity evaporated in a flash with the realization that something was wrong with his brother.
Yoichi finally stopped coughing, but what came after was hardly a big improvement. His breath came rapid and shallow, whistling loudly on the inhale and exhale. Shaky fingers grabbed onto All for One's slacks. Yoichi looked up at him, face twisted in atavistic terror. He would've looked very tragic if not for the milky fluid on his lips lending the whole situation an air of absurdity.
"You're having one of your attacks?" All for One laughed. "This might be the strangest way you've triggered one yet. I told you not to overdo it."
All for One took out his radio communication device and paged his bodyguard while Yoichi struggled at his feet. "Hello. Yes, everything's alright. Could you go to the first-floor bathroom? In the cabinet over the sink, there's a small object shaped like a "く" that I need you to bring here quickly."
He put the radio back and turned to Yoichi. "This wouldn't have happened if you'd gone to bed when I told you to. Let's wait for your medicine there." He hefted Yoichi up, deactivating the meta ability that had kept him in the air until now. One arm went under his brother's thighs, the other to his back, and even though he was ill Yoichi helped and held onto him, legs around All for One's midsection, hands clutching his clothes. When All for One tried to dump him on the bed he refused to let go, so he ended up sitting down instead, his brother in his lap. Yoichi held onto him like a lifeline.
All for One could feel every laboured expansion and contraction of Yoichi's chest, hear his breath rattle in his lungs. He was reminded of all those times in their childhood where he'd watch Yoichi struggle for air.
He rubbed Yoichi's heaving back. "Just hold on for a bit longer, little brother," he said quietly in his ear.
His bodyguard finally arrived with the device. All for One remembered that his brother hadn't pulled up or closed his pants, and draped an arm around Yoichi's hip in case his shirt wasn't enough to cover him.
"Thank you," he said on being handed the device. He expected him to leave, but the man stayed. All for One stared him down over Yoichi's back. Anybody could tell what he and his brother had done. Their dishevelled clothing and the unmistakable smell of sex painted a very clear picture.
Yoichi's agonized breathing was the only sound in the room.
"Should I take him back down?" his bodyguard asked carefully, clearly struggling to contain his protective outrage.
All for One smiled and thought about killing him. "No, he needs to stay here. I appreciate your concern, of course, but you have nothing to worry about. You don't think I can't handle him, do you?"
His bodyguard was silent for a moment. Then he bowed stiffly and got out, closing the door behind him. Annoying busybody.
He gently pushed Yoichi back on his lap. "Sorry to make you wait. Don't worry, I made sure to preserve your modesty," he said. Not that Yoichi cared, too busy straining to get oxygen in his lungs.
All for One peeled one of Yoichi's tense hands off his shirt and put the inhaler in it. "Here, take your medicine. You know how, right?"
For one long, worrying second Yoichi just stared at it. Then he moved. He went through all the requisite steps, taking off the lid, exhaling, putting the cylinder to swollen, bluish lips, and inhaling deeply as he pushed the canister down. He took several more whiffs, moving with the automatism of long practice even though his hands shook.
Interesting. It seemed that despite erasing the mind, Karanai's ability did not affect knowledge that had turned to reflex. Just like how Yoichi hadn't forgotten how to walk either. It was a lucky thing; All for One wasn't sure he could have summoned a doctor fast enough to save his brother otherwise.
Yoichi's breathing was improving by the second, turning calmer, deeper, his wheeze quieting down. He slumped against All for One, inhaler tumbling onto the bed from loose fingers.
All for One looked at his brother's vapid face. At the moment he had no capacity to understand how difficult it had been to purchase the medical device he was so careless with. Money spent and connections harnessed, all to get it here from the few remaining factories abroad.
But then again, Yoichi's ingratitude was nothing new, was it? If he was his usual self, he probably would've died out of spite rather than accept All for One's help.
The current Yoichi put his cheek onto All for One's shoulder, peaceful and affectionate. All for One petted his back.
"See? I told you you'd be fine. You can always count on your big brother. Now let's get you out of these dirty clothes, and then you can lie down and rest." Stripping him wasn't really necessary. All for One was just curious and taking his irritation out on him.
Doll-like, Yoichi allowed All for One to arrange his limbs this way and that while he removed his clothing. That blank face didn't show the slightest hint of shame as Yoichi's nudity was revealed. When he was undressed and All for One made him lie down, he lay there with his arms at his side without making any attempt to cover himself. He wasn't even blushing as he watched All for One inspect his bare body.
He looked about as All for One had expected. A narrow frame, deficient in muscle and fat. The jut of his ribs and hipbones was concerning. Sure, he couldn't have eaten much during his little escapade, but he should have regained some of that weight since he'd returned.
Now that he was examining him so closely, All for One noted how Yoichi's ashen skin was the exact same tone as his own, how his body hair was sparse and light just like his brother's. Looking at his brother was like looking in a funhouse mirror that reflected a shrunken, diminished copy of himself. Yoichi was All for One if he had been born weak and helpless. In that case, All for One mused, was he who Yoichi would have become if he was strong?
All for One smiled to himself as he shrugged off his suit jacket. He wasn't usually prone to sentimentality.
"Nii-san," someone said quietly. All for One swerved around to see his brother wearing a neutral expression, eyes focused on him. He had to be the one who had spoken. It was his voice, and there was no one else in the room.
"You can talk? It's only been a few hours. The ability can't have worn off yet, can it?"
Yoichi mumbled something unintelligible and lifted one arm off the bed, reaching towards All for One.
"I didn't catch that." He leaned over his brother to hear him better.
Yoichi pulled him down and slotted their mouths together.
"Wait," All for One ordered. Yoichi stopped.
All for One considered him. Though Yoichi's face was no longer as blank as it had been, there was still something off about it. When given orders, he obeyed. It was just that a small piece of his self had resurfaced. He was not whole yet. All for One wondered how much remained missing.
He broke off his musings. "I'll give you what you want in a moment. But first, I want to try something."
He climbed onto the bed, looming over Yoichi on all fours, his brother's much slighter body caged between his arms and legs. Yoichi looked small and vulnerable, more so than usual. But despite how defenceless he was, he did not display any fear. He just looked at All for One's lips the way an alcoholic looks at the bottle.
All for One took one hand off the bed and put it on Yoichi's throat. He tightened his hold, his brother's life in his hands. There was no reaction, nothing at all. Even his pulse remained the same, beating steadily under All for One's fingers.
So the ability to sense danger and respond hadn't return to Yoichi. He had looked afraid during his attack, but that was pure animal reflex. He probably hadn't been aware how close he was to death.
It would come back in time. Until then, Yoichi was more defenceless than he ever was. All for One always overpowered him, so that part didn't change; but for now he could hurt his brother and Yoichi would barely even know. All for One couldn't decide how to feel about it.
"Let's continue, shall we? Go ahead."
Yoichi sought All for One's mouth like it was water in the desert, his arms locking around All for One's neck. His tongue ventured out, licked All for One's lips shily, and All for One opened them to let him enter. When the tips of their tongues met, his brother's thin body tensed, and when All for One retaliated by invading his mouth, a tremor ran through him. He tasted a bit metallic, presumably from his medication, and salty beneath that. It took All for One a second to recognize it. The taste was from himself, his come, tainting his brother like a mark.
All for One tried to listen for anything off about Yoichi's breathing, but he seemed fine. Their tongues played together, sliding slickly, and Yoichi shivered and whimpered because he liked what All for One was doing to him so much.
At first he kept some distance between their bodies, but at Yoichi's insistent tugging All for One soon lowered himself until he was lying on top of him, Yoichi's legs spread to accomodate his hips. The position reminded him of other things, particularly when Yoichi's squirming made his backside grind against All for One's groin. He wasn't sure Yoichi was doing it on purpose. The buttons of his shirt, his belt buckle must have bitten into Yoichi's bare skin, and he didn't even appear to notice.
He couldn't seem to decide what to do with his hands. They combed through All for One's hair, stroked his cheeks and down his neck, slipping under his collar for more skin, then, frustrated by his clothes, fought a losing battle with the buttons of his shirt.
All for One eventually got tired of his lack of progress. He pulled away, and Yoichi tried to stop him with all his pitiful strength.
"Relax," All for One told him. "You want me to take my shirt off, right? You need to let go of me for that. Can you understand that?"
There was a little crease between Yoichi's eyebrows. Uncertainly, reluctantly, he removed his hands.
"Very good, little brother. Your recovery is coming along nicely," All for One said as he undid his cuffs. "You've gone from vegetable to merely mentally retarded."
All for One had a meta ability that could have opened every button on his shirt in an instant. Instead, he teased Yoichi by drawing out the process, taking his time with each one. His brother watched him, propped up on his elbows. When the shirt was off, he turned his gaze to All for One's legs and made a little noise in his throat.
"Pants too?" All for One lifted an eyebrow and grinned. "You're greedy. Of course you are, you're my brother." Yoichi's gaze seemed almost pleading. "I suppose why not? You've already seen everything."
Yoichi seemed to drink in the sight of him, every bit of revealed skin, his eyes roaming over All for One's naked body, lingering on his genitals. He lay openmouthed and panting, as if just the view was overwhelming him.
His cock was stiff and red and twitching on his belly, his balls drawn close to his body. He really seemed to be at his limit, poor thing. All for One stroked his brother's hip, the tips of his fingers steering close to Yoichi's erection, and, with a low groan, Yoichi came untouched.
All for One was a little confused as he watched him convulse and cover his belly in come. He hadn't done that to Yoichi. The pleasure must have simply grown so powerful it broke out of his body spontaneously.
Once he'd stopped panting, Yoichi called to him again. "Nii-san."
"Yes?"
An uncertain silence, then: "...Please," Yoichi mumbled.
His vocabulary was evidently expanding, another bit of his personality resurfacing. "Please what?" All for One asked, intrigued. "I can't know what you want if you don't tell me."
Yoichi brought forth an incoherent plea with a great deal of effort. "Inside... me... you. Please, you, Nii-san... please inside me. Please!" That was the limit of his current verbal faculties. And now he stared at All for One with imploring eyes.
There was only one conclusion to draw.
"You want me inside you?"
Yoichi nodded energetically.
All for One's grin widened, showing his teeth. He held back giddy laughter. The sheer perversity of what Yoichi was asking of him made goosebumps erupt on his arms. He could barely believe it.
"You'll have to be more specific," he said. "I was just inside of you, in multiple ways, after all. Right here." He planted two fingers on Yoichi's bottom lip. "Is this what you meant?"
His brother shook his head.
"No? Here, then?" All for One's finger dipped into Yoichi's belly button.
Another headshake.
"Then you must mean this place," All for One said, his hand disappearing from view between his brother's legs, reaching behind his testicles to pat the pucker of his anus.
Yoichi's sharp intake of breath, his shifting towards the touch was enough of an answer that his jerky nod was unnecessary.
All for One rubbed around Yoichi's hole, and just that had him panting. It was disgusting, Yoichi was disgusting. The depths his brother's wantonness could lead him to – All for One wanted to see how far down they went. He pushed his index finger into Yoichi to the first knuckle. His brother's lips opened in a soundless moan of wonder.
"So, was this what you wished for?" All for One asked. He wanted to hear it out of his brother's mouth. "You wanted me inside of you, right here. Is this what you meant?"
"Mmh, more," Yoichi whined.
"Hmm. Alright then." All for One shoved the rest of his finger inside. Yoichi bit down on his own lip, his legs shaking. He was very warm inside. All for One started carefully exploring this secret part of his brother, and his finger dragged on dry, delicate skin. Yoichi either didn't mind or didn't notice, but the discovery troubled All for One. More forceful movement seemed like it would cause pain, and All for One didn't want to tear him up physically. He liked his property in good condition.
All for One needed something to slick him up with. There was nothing that could be used for that purpose in the room. Asking his bodyguard for help again was an option, but not an attractive one.
Suddenly, a meta ability he'd collected last month popped into All for One's head. The man he'd taken it from had come to All for One complaining about secreting some kind of slime from his pores. All for One had a few potential uses for it in mind, but he hadn't gotten around to giving it away yet. How lucky for Yoichi.
All for One concentrated and felt the substance ooze out of the buried finger, making it slide around easily. Now he could stroke his insides at his leisure, turning Yoichi into a quivering mess.
But eventually his brother pulled himself together and got up on his elbows. He reached for All for One's half-hard cock.
"Please, in me," he begged All for One to ruin him, "put it in me. Want it, want you..."
He was so sweet, so desperate, so unimaginably stupid.
"Of course. I wouldn't dream of denying you," All for One answered, the very image of generosity.
Yoichi kissed him, grateful and relieved. He made a little sound into the kiss when All for One pulled his finger out of him, half plaintive, half eager for its imminent replacement. All for One was eager too. He was about to debase his brother, to tarnish him so thoroughly Yoichi would not be able to pretend he had the moral upper hand ever again.
Once he was ready, he gently removed Yoichi's hand, and let their lips meet one more time before he gave Yoichi's shoulder a push to make him lie back. His brother spread his legs wider, one last, wordless invitation, and his flushed cock drooled clear fluid onto his stomach. His eyes never left All for One as he moved between his parted thighs.
"You're depraved. This is the most disgusting act you could have asked of your family member, of me." All for One applied the slippery substance to his erection while he talked, partly because the sensation was nice and partly to draw out the moment. Yoichi was almost shaking with anticipation. "But I'll do it for you anyways. For your sake, I'll even go this far. Remember that. I love you, little brother."
Then he put the tip to Yoichi's hole and pushed. He was careful, slow – until he got the the head inside. Yoichi's tight heat opened for him, welcomed him, seemed to pull him in deeper, like an irresistable physical force. In one smooth thrust All for One buried himself to the hilt inside his brother. Yoichi made a sound like he'd had all the air knocked out of his lungs. All for One barely registered it over the rush in his ears.
His brother's body felt incredible. Like something out of a dream. All previous experiences paled in comparison. The connection of their bodies was absolutely, sublimely right. It could only be likened to a key and its lock, a sword and its sheath, a fit so perfect it had to be by design. As if Yoichi had been meant be All for One's receptacle from the very beginning.
He managed to take a look at Yoichi. He had a glazed, far-away look in his eyes, his lips parted in awe, and precome dripped down onto his belly. His brother was in heaven.
Of course Yoichi had been made for this, All for One thought. The whole world had been created for him to take, but his brother was his from the beginning. The purpose of Yoichi's existence was to be there for All for One in any way he wanted, to give whatever he could, to take whatever All for One dished out. It was completely natural that even this part of his body had been made for his brother's pleasure, to be used if he ever felt the need.
Yoichi's hand rose off the bed in a twitchy, aimless movement, and All for One pinned it down. This body under him was for him and him only. He tightened his grip until he could feel the delicate bones creak under his hand.
"Nii-san," came the low, breathless whine, while Yoichi rocked back onto him. His cock throbbed when All for One pressed harder, close to breaking Yoichi's wrist.
"I should have guessed you were a masochist," All for One said, a little breathless himself. He could do anything, anything he wanted in the whole world, and Yoichi would love it.
What he did was let go of Yoichi's wrist and smirk at him. "That's a dangerous game you're playing, little brother. You're lucky you have me here. I won't let anything hurt you, not even your own desires." Yoichi kept rolling his hips, doing his best to impale himself on All for One's erection.
All for One laughed. "Sorry I've kept you waiting. It's time I gave you what you wanted." He plunged inside, and Yoichi shuddered helplessly. The air filled with the slap of skin on skin.
He had his brother in his power. Yoichi was his plaything, and with the snap of his hips All for One could make him tremble, and pant, and make his face twist with pleasure, until it all built up to a breaking point and Yoichi thrashed like a wild animal, his spine arching as he spilled onto his own abdomen. His hole clenched rhythmically, a hot wet vise around All for One's shaft.
All for One barely suppressed a gasp. He'd seen Yoichi come several times now, but feeling it from the inside was a revelation. The tightness, the pressure around his entire length, the sense of closeness with his brother – if he hadn't orgasmed twice before it would have gotten him off immediately.
He couldn't have stopped thrusting if he'd wanted to. He kept going through the slowly weakening aftershocks.
Below him, Yoichi lifted his shaking arms off the bed and fumbled at All for One's chest. His nails sank into All for One's flesh. All for One paused. It wasn't the barely-there sting that stopped him. A tear had escaped from the corner of Yoichi's eye.
He hadn't seen his brother cry in years. When was the last time? – right, that one occasion when they'd been ten. Not once since then. No matter how heated their arguments got or what suffering he went through, Yoichi's eyes remained dry.
All for One watched, fascinated, as the tear ran down the side of Yoichi's face. He caught it before it could drop onto the sheets and disappear, looked at it gleam on his thumb. To think his brother was crying from this, after everything All for One had tried before.
"Are you alright?" All for One asked, his tone one of polite concern.
Yoichi groaned weakly, his wet eyes screwed shut. His scratches prickled on All for One's skin.
"Talk to me. Is it too much? Did I hurt you?" He held Yoichi's face, captivated by the glistening teartracks crisscrossing it. "Do you want me to stop?" He thought if Yoichi said yes, he would tell him that it was too late. That Yoichi needed to take responsibility for the state he'd put him in, and all that. But his brother surpassed his expectations.
"No! Don't stop!" he cried frantically, eyes wide open now, more tears streaming down his face. "You feel good!" He wrapped his arms and legs around All for One, binding them together. "So good, so good... Please don't stop, please!"
"Alright, alright." All for One reassured him. He felt drunk on his victory, on his brother's total surrender. "I'm not going anywhere." He pressed a chaste kiss to Yoichi's sweaty forehead. "Your big brother will take care of you."
He began thrusting again. All those instincts he usually found so easy to ignore were clouding his mind, telling him to take Yoichi with everything he had. He kept a brutal pace, slamming into Yoichi so hard it shoved him backwards on the bed each time, hands digging into his hips. No matter how fast and hard he drove into him, his brother never let go. Yoichi clung to him, locked him in his embrace, and begged for more.
"Nii-san," and "so good," he gasped over and over, his tears all dried up, and when he clawed at All for One's sides and back, All for One understood Yoichi was just trying to show him the intensity of the pleasure All for One was giving him. All for One was the center of his brother's world, exactly as he was supposed to be.
Every muscle enveloping All for One tensed. "Nii-san," Yoichi moaned in a choked voice, "Nii-san!" and he went silent and came. His whole body was taut as a wire, the tendons of his neck standing out with it, his eyes closed and jaw set. If he didn't know better, All for One would have taken it as an expression of pain, but it was an ecstasy so great it was almost beyond what Yoichi could endure.
All for One had reduced his brother to this state. He felt lightheaded, and all the while Yoichi's internal muscles were contracting again, just as incredible the second time. The pleasure hit All for One like an avalanche, forced him over the brink. He thrust wildly and came inside Yoichi, the wonderful squeeze of his hole pulling wave after wave of orgasm out of him as he filled his brother with his seed.
He stayed on top of him a bit after it was over. There was a twinge in his balls that told him he must have emptied them of every last drop. Yoichi's arms and legs let go of All for One to sprawl limply on the bed. He was completely out of breath.
All for One rolled off of him and waited for him to recover.
His brother looked the definition of debauched with his red, sweaty face, swollen lips and the mess of semen all over his belly and thighs. But he was smiling at All for One. Just a small one, but it was unmistakably there.
All for One had never seen a smile so pure and carefree on his brother's face, let alone directed towards him. Yoichi barely smiled at all in All for One's presence these days.
He liked this expression on Yoichi. Maybe if he tore through his brother's silly delusions it'd happen more often.
"Isn't this nice?" All for One said, breaking the silence. "You look so happy. It's much more fun for you too when you don't oppose me at every turn."
Yoichi's eyes were fixed on All for One like he was paying attention, so he continued: "It's time you stopped lying to yourself. All of those ideas you've filled your head with are nothing but a flimsy smokescreen obscuring what really matters. You're mine. You always have been. You're meant to be with me forever. I'll let you have your comic heroes, just give up already. I want you to."
His brother's hand was on All for One's side, petting him in something like apology. An image from the past suddenly popped into All for One's head. He saw his brother as a child, petting a small dog the same way he did All for One now. There was no further context to the memory, he couldn't remember what happened before or after it. He probably killed the dog. He couldn't be sure.
Yoichi cupped the back of All for One's skull, pulling him in for another kiss. All for One laughed. "I wonder if you really want more, or if you just want me to shut up." But he complied. Yoichi's lips were sweet and tender.
All for One shifted to get more comfortable, and noticed that his brother was erect. Again, or had it never gone down? He hadn't payed attention to it. Yoichi's stamina was frankly ridiculous, and very unusual for his weakling of a brother.
He gripped the stiff, sticky shaft and pumped it. Yoichi gasped, breaking the kiss. He gave All for One another smile, his mouth open, panting. All for One smiled back at him, and Yoichi, in another bout of touchy-feely inanity, traced his lips with his finger.
It gave All for One an idea. "You like my mouth, don't you? Do you want me to use it on your cock?"
Yoichi thrust into his fist and nodded eagerly. "Uh-huh."
All for One pitched his voice low. "What if I don't want to? Would you force me?"
His brother's eyes widened, the corners of his mouth drooping. "No... no!" he said, stroking All for One's cheek.
That was a disappointment, but All for One didn't give up. "Don't be so pathetic. If you truly want something, you have to take it. Sometimes that requires force. No wonder your fight against me hasn't gone anywhere." He put Yoichi's hand on the top of his head, and crawled back on the bed until his face was in front of Yoichi's erection. "Let your big brother teach you how it's done."
Confusion and worry twisted Yoichi's expression. He flin when All for One breathed over his cock, making it jerk in his hand. "Do you want me? Then push me down."
Yoichi hesitated. All for One tugged on his cock, hard and fast, making the hand in his hair shake. One spasm was unintentionally more forceful, and All for One decided that would suffice. He put his closed lips to the tip, and Yoichi whimpered. "See? You can do it," All for One said, and gave him a lick.
He barely had time to direct Yoichi's cock away from himself. Yoichi arched so hard he almost seemed to fly off the bed, releasing in heavy spurts all over his own body, one bit even landing on his chin. All for One pumped him throughout it, until his brother was spent and limp.
Once it was over, Yoichi stared at the ceiling, frowning. His thoughtful expression clashed with the conspicuous drop of semen under the corner of his mouth.
"Thirsty," he blurted out of nowhere. "Need water." He turned towards All for One.
All for One blinked. Those were the first words unconnected to All for One or sex out of Yoichi's mouth since Husk had sprung into effect.
"If you want water, go get yourself some from the sink," he said, pointing at the bathroom door. Yoichi looked at it, then put his face to All for One's arm. "Oh, you don't want to? After all I've done for you, you think I should do even more. You've gotten spoiled by me fulfilling all your wishes, little brother. It's just a few steps. Go."
His brother took a deep breath. Then he scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up. His legs were as shaky as a newborn foal's. He promptly lost his balance and fell back onto the bed. The whole thing was rather comedic.
He had to try a few more times before he managed to stagger the few steps to the nearest wall. Tired and unsteady, he leaned against it for the space of a few breaths before continuing. Only by holding onto the wall the whole time did he make it to his destination, walking with an oddly broad and stiff gait.
"Get me a glass of water while you're in there," All for One called to Yoichi as he turned the doorknob. His brother's fluffy head bobbed in a nod. Right before he closed the door behind him, All for One noticed a thin trickle emerge from between his cheeks and glisten on the back of Yoichi's thigh.
There was his undisputable claim on his brother, All for One thought in inexplicable surge of possessiveness. Then he realized the idea was nonsensical.
His "undisputable claim" was already leaving his brother's body, while the blood in his veins bound him to All for One eternally. That he was born with All for One made Yoichi his property; some meaningless sexual act could neither weaken or add to this certainty.
The were few ways to effect change in this world, to alter anything important, and exchanging bodily fluids was not one of them. Well, pregnancy was arguably an alteration, but the very thought of it repulsed All for One. When he had sex, he always made sure to take countermeasures.
Not that it was very often. No climax could hold a candle to the satisfaction of stealing a strong meta ability, of having masses of people serve him, of turning anyone he wanted into a puddle of blood. His sex drive had never distracted him much. Yoichi had been available to him all these years, and the only reason he hadn't taken him before today was because it wasn't something he thought about.
He hadn't used protection today, a first. Yoichi was so close to him that a layer between them would have been pointless, and anyhow he was male. For some reason, All for One's mind still strayed towards the thought of the sort of child they would make. Would it inherit Yoichi's nature with All for One's strength? Just imagining the threat such a child would pose made All for One uneasy. Luckily, it was an impossibility.
What a ridiculous idea, in the first place! A child concieved from an incestuous between two men, what was going on in All for One's head. It must be the dopamine and those other orgasm hormones messing with his brain.
The tap was still running. What was Yoichi doing in there so long? All for One was about to check on him when he heard the faucet being turned off. A second later the door opened to reveal Yoichi. He was dripping wet, holding the promised glass of water in one hand and a towel in another. All for One drank greedily. He hadn't felt how great his thirst was until it was quenched.
Yoichi had remained in the same spot when All for One put the glass on the floor. Water ran down him in rivulets, dripping into the carpet, but the towel hung limply in his hand. He had the same glassy-eyed stare as earlier. Did that short absence of skin-to-skin contact destroy all of their progress?
"Thank you. I'll take that as well," All for One said, pulling the towel from slack fingers. "Come sit next to me." He felt his brother's wet skin against his side as he wiped some of the sweat and filth off himself.
Movement on the bed. Yoichi climbed into his lap urgently, barely allowing All for One to put the towel away in his impatience. His wet, naked chest pushed against All for One's, and his arms circled his neck like they were meant to be there.
"That's a relief. I was worried we were back to the start," All for One chuckled, his arms going around his brother just as naturally. "You were in there for quite a while. Exploring what all the taps did, I suppose. Isn't running water incredible? Getting it installed with the chaos going on was no small feat." Yoichi's hair dripped onto All for One's shoulder as he nuzzled him. He sighed contentedly, his breath warm on All for One's neck.
"You're practically purring, how cute. Did you miss me that much?"
Yoichi huffed and hugged him tighter.
"Oh, I wasn't complaining. We can stay like this as long as you like. I'm here for you." All for One settled in, absently feeling his brother's ribs, the nubs of his spine.
Eventually Yoichi's head emerged from All for One's neck. His smile was bigger than ever, bright and wide. He brought it closer for more kisses. They moved in perfect sync, a harmonious push and pull of lips and tongues. Every nook and cranny of his brother's mouth had been carved into All for One's memory, and Yoichi had gotten a lot of practice in learning his preferences.
Yoichi pressed against All for One like he was trying to fuse their skin together. All for One let himself be shoved onto his back, pulling his brother on top of him. They continued where they left off. It was peaceful.
Pulling back, Yoichi's eyes were full of affection. He pressed a kiss to All for One's brow, and made a sound somewhat like a laugh. All for One recieved more kisses all over his face. They rained down on him like the softest of blows, onto his hairline, his cheek, the tip of his nose, his eyelids. His ears came next, his brother's breath hot and loud up close.
Moving onto his neck, Yoichi explored it thoroughly with his mouth. He seemed particularly interested in the adam's apple, taking his time nibbling at it. The wet tips of Yoichi's hair tickled as he trailed his open mouth along his clavicles, licked into the hollow of his throat. The expanse of his chest got the same meticulous attention, Yoichi groping and kneading his flesh while he sucked on one nipple, then the other. All for One found he liked it his brother carefully tugged at them with his teeth. They were wet and stiff when Yoichi left them to mouthe at the dips and swells of his abdominal muscles.
All for One certainly couldn't understand what his brother was getting out of it, but it was far from unpleasant. The assault of caresses continued with Yoichi tasting his navel, moving on to scrape his teeth over his hipbones.
He panted as he withdrew, apparently to admire the powerful body he'd just worshipped. All for One caught a glimpse of Yoichi's erection hanging heavy and untouched between his thighs.
After shuffling backwards a bit he put a hand on All for One's knee and rotated it outwards, staring at the flex and stretch of muscles and tendons. His mouth was on All for One again, nipping at the inside of his thigh, the bites getting more sensitive as they trailed upwards from his knee.
All for One wondered if Yoichi was going to suck him again. Hopefully not, because he still felt raw from earlier. But instead, his brother's face moved out of view. All for One could feel his breath on his testes and then his perineum. Even further below, Yoichi gave him a lick, and All for One's head snapped up. He both heard and felt the vibration of his brother's groan on his asshole.
Humid exhalation on delicate puckered skin. It was incredible how when he thought Yoichi could sink no further, his brother found a way to reach new depths. This was an act so demeaning it would have never even occured to All for One.
Well, he didn't mind giving Yoichi more rope to hang himself with. He allowed his brother to rearrange his thighs for better access.
Yoichi's tongue drew electric circles around All for One's hole, light and teasing around the very edge, firmer farther out. It warmed wherever it touched, and left it to cool when it left. The raspy texture of his tongue, the wetness it spread – it felt intriguing and exciting. All for One wished there was more pressure behind the licking. For a shameful moment he wanted to hold his brother's head in place and grind against his tongue.
He forgot about that, and everything else for that matter, when that damp muscle breached him. It squirmed inside, lighting up nerves he'd never known about. His breath came out shaky in his effort not to moan. Before he could get used to the alien sensation, it was gone again. Yoichi alternated between toying with All for One's hole on the inside and the outside, keeping him in a constant state of stimulation and anticipation. When All for One had a second to collect his wits, he noticed to his disbelief that his cock was slowly filling out again.
Even though All for One had experienced Yoichi's talented tongue twice today already, the extent of the pleasure it could give him still managed to shock him. He thought he might go mad from more of this treatment, like all his collected meta abilities would come loose.
It ended as suddenly as it started. Yoichi got to his knees, his mouth shiny with spit. All for One didn't know whether to be grateful or enraged. His brother put a hand to his own lips and then between his legs.
All for One's attention was elsewhere. There were suddenly so many nerves in that small band of muscle, and all of them seemed to have been activated, waiting to fire.
He almost didn't notice Yoichi crawling between his legs until it was too late. Or it would have been too late if Yoichi wasn't so softhearted; the idiot just made his intentions clear by pushing his hips close to All for One's and waited.
"You total fool," All for One said, or maybe he whined it. Yoichi looked down at him and whatever he saw made his mouth twist into a smile that could light up a room.
Yoichi's hips jerked forwards. All for One could have stopped him. He could weave across a battlefield in the blink of an eye, this was nothing. In that fraction of a second, there was a nearly unlimited amount of options available to him if he didn't want to go along with this. He could move out of the way, shove Yoichi across the room, restrain him, punish him, kill him for his impertinence. Yoichi approached as if in slow motion.
In the end, All for One let his brother penetrate him. Yoichi's cock sank into him slowly but inexorably. All for One wanted it to be unpleasant, but it was just strange and new. Yoichi's tongue had massaged the ring of muscle until it was warm and relaxed enough to admit the intrusion without tearing. The mild stretch that remained just made every sensation more acute.
That must be Yoichi's thighs All for One was feeling against his rear. The whole thing was in him. All for One was terribly, unbearably full and it was driving him insane. Yoichi was watching him. What was the view like, from above?
Yoichi rocked into him the tiniest bit, and that little movement had All for One's brother doubled over with pleasure like he'd taken a blow to his stomach, groaning deep from his chest. All for One couldn't stand the sight of his stupid features twisted into rapture.
He put his arm over his own eyes instinctively. It covered his face in a warm, comforting darkness, the outside world blocked out.
Except that he could still feel Yoichi's weak little thrusts. The motions were awkward, and Yoichi didn't put enough force behind them. He was awful at this. The again that might have been a mercy, because All for One's unlubricated insides would have been irritated by anything stronger.
But All for One couldn't really think about that with aggravating, exhilarating fullness inside him. He counted every time Yoichi pushed into him to distract himself. One, two... He'd gotten to six when Yoichi finally put his back into it properly, ramming into him and coming with a hoarse cry. If he focused, All for One could feel each individual pulse of his brother's cock, a horrible intimacy.
Once finished, Yoichi collapsed on top of him. He left his cock buried in him. Even though he'd just orgasmed, it was still hard, and remained that way. Some part of All for One distantly noted that Yoichi's release had eased the dry friction of his insides.
There were two opposing desires in his head: to throw Yoichi off or to flip them over and straddle his brother and ride his erection until he'd truly experienced all the sensations he could get from it. He didn't know what frustrated him more, that Yoichi had put it in him or that he'd given him such an underwhelming performance.
Yoichi sucked kisses into All for One's pectorals. He probably would've been kissing All for One's mouth if it wasn't hopelessly out of his reach in this position. His fingers found All for One's nipples, and the touch went straight to his cock where it lay between their bellies. Whenever Yoichi shifted on top of him he rubbed it and grinded against his insides.
"You feel amazing, Nii-san," Yoichi said, moaning into his skin. He moved his pelvis in sinuous circles, making his erection brush against maddeningly sensitive places inside All for One.
His warm hand was on the arm covering All for One's face, gently pulling it out of the way. "I want to see you," he said, and now All for One could see his lovely, loving smile in return. "It feels good to look at you. And to touch you, and to feel you." He licked the cleft of All for One's chest. "And to taste you, and your smell, and your sounds..."
It took Yoichi a lot of effort, but he managed to prop himself up on his forearms. He began mounting All for One again, and the steady pressure, the rubbing against his inner walls was electrifying. "Everything about you feels so good!" Yoichi blurted out.
Yoichi gained momentum, and his cock grazed a spot that made All for One see stars. He couldn't stop the gasp from escaping him.
The reaction made Yoichi whimper, biting his own lips. "Nii-san..." he mumbled. He started babbling. "Oh, you have it too! Right there, the place that feels so incredible. I'm glad..." He angled his hips so that every thrust nudged that spot, and it seemed like fireworks went off behind All for One's tightly closed eyelids. "It was so good when you were inside me, when you touched it. I wanted make you feel like that too. I wanted to give it back to you, Nii-san."
He started stroking All for One's cock in time with his thrusts. All for One touched his brother's face on a strange impulse. It seemed to happen beyond his control, as if the extreme feelings had grabbed a hold on him and were forcing him into irrational, useless actions.
Yoichi leaned into his palm, smiling. He pressed a kiss to the center of All for One's palm, to his meta ability. Right, that was how this chain of events had started, where everything started for the two of them.
"I didn't before, I never..." Yoichi mumbled, muffled by All for One's hand, "I didn't know it felt like this."
Oh. All for One's mind turned clear all at once. His little brother was a virgin, pure and untouched until today. Until him. All for One had guessed, of course, but hearing it confirmed made a surge of affection swell in him. His brother had nothing, absolutely nothing, and yet he'd still found something he could give to All for One.
All for One laughed, giddy, and they groaned together when it made it made his internal muscles tighten around Yoichi. The next time his brother pushed into him he lifted his hips to meet it, and that made it feel even better.
An aching void had been in All for One, in Akuyuki, from the moment of his birth. It was his constant companion; a pain he'd grown so accustomed to he was scarcely aware of it these days. Only now that it was nearly gone could he tell the true extent of the emptiness that had haunted him all his life.
But not anymore. Yoichi had gotten inside him, filling his hollows with his own essence, turning all of his secret recesses into sources of delirious ecstasy. Only one tiny thing was missing.
"Say you're mine," Akuyuki panted, overcome. "You're mine, all mine, little brother."
He wanted to consume his brother, to take his heart and mind, his body and his soul, and implant them deep inside himself. He wanted to subsume him as if he could undo the zygote they had sprung from splitting into two, to make him a part of himself that had never been distinct in the first place, and he felt so close to fulfilling his wish his whole body was buzzing with it.
Yoichi's face fell, adoration and excitement melting away. His eyes scrunched closed and he shook his head as if to rid himself from a bad dream. "Nggh," was all he answered.
Akuyuki took his head into an iron grip, forcing his brother to face him. "Stop running from it," he demanded. "Don't you see how it upsets you? Admit it, and the pain will stop. There's no escape." He clamped down on Yoichi's cock, keeping him inside. "Say you belong to me. Say it!"
"I, I'm," Yoichi gasped, trying to twist his head out of Akuyuki's hold. He looked him, All for One straight in the eyes. His distress suddenly quieted, changed into a heavy, lucid sadness.
"It's no good, Nii-san," he said in a small voice, and sighed with his whole body. His eyes were deep and clear, like a pool of freshwater. "I miss you." He turned his head down, his hair falling as a curtain over his face.
All for One had no time to figure out whatever all that was supposed to mean. Yoichi drove into him with an urgency and desperation that made thought impossible. Every thrust was aimed unerringly at that amazing spot inside his hole, every pull on his cock coordinated with the pumping of Yoichi's hips, every touch part of a frenzied effort to get him off fast and hard. Each beat of Yoichi's rapid rhythm was punctuated by the hitch of All for One's breath, the throbbing of his cock, a tear landing on his chest.
Through the haze of pleasure and despite the veil of his hair shielding Yoichi from his sight, All for One knew with perfect certainty that those drops falling onto him were not sweat. His brother was weeping. How odd, was the last thing that went through his mind before it was all over. Since when was Yoichi such a crybaby?
The merciless stimulation from both inside and outside forced one last unbelievable orgasm out of him. He curled off the bed with it, a noise he couldn't have imagined himself making torn from his throat, the muscles of his abdomen and groin cramping from the sheer intensity of the pleasure. A bit of watery fluid shot out of his slit.
Yoichi was right there with him, his mouth opening in a soundless cry, his cock twitching in tandem with Akuyuki's walls. They came together, skin against sweaty skin and worlds apart.
All of Akuyuki's energy had been squeezed out of him. He could barely keep his eyes open, even though his balls were sore and something was oozing from his hole. Drowsily, he clenched to keep it in. After pulling out Yoichi had collapsed, lying half on top of him. Akuyuki thought he might still be crying.
It didn't seem important. The bed was comfortable, his brother a warm, comforting presence. All for One barely managed to summon a meta ability so he could pull the blanket over them without getting up. Yoichi's breathing had already turned deep and even. As he drifted off, Akuyuki tried to remember when the two of them had last slept in one bed, but before he knew he was gone.
...
He woke up to sunlight. Why weren't the curtains drawn? He kept his eyes closed, hoping he could doze on. Then he noticed something was on top of his face. There was something warm in the bed with him, a human body. Naked. Male. All for One remembered. He opened his eyes.
Yoichi was still asleep, his hair even messier than usual. All for One's head was to his chest, Yoichi's hand loosely cupping his jaw, the whole length of Yoichi's body pressed to his own. In the course of the night he must have crawled up the bed, holding onto All for One the whole time.
Going by the angle of the light streaming in from the window, they'd slept for nearly half a day. All for One realized nothing had disturbed his dreams the whole time. No nightmares, no bizarre hauntings, no startling awake in the middle of the night, only a long, peaceful nothingness.
His brother remained dead to the world. No wonder, All for One thought. Yoichi hadn't slept on a mattress this luxurious ever before.
He didn't want to wake him yet. He had quite a number of things to think through.
The evidence of what they'd done last night had dried on their skin. All for One was sore in unexpected places. Yes, that part had been a bit of a surprise, but otherwise the plan had gone perfectly.
It all started when that gang of hooligans had decided to encroach onto his territory. They had gotten far too close to this house, to Yoichi's vault, so All for One decided they needed to be eliminated.
During his investigation into them, he became intrigued by Karanai's meta ability.
It was nothing special at first glance. It could only be activated under very particular circumstances (playing a centuries-old tune on a shakuhachi, really?), the puppets it created were limited to simple commands, and the readily available cure made it mediocre as a murder method.
But something had sprung into All for One's mind when he learned about it. His experiments with granting one individual multiple meta abilities had all ended in frustration after a certain number had been implanted. It seemed the recipients' minds overloaded and broke.
What if there was no mind to break when they recieved the powers? All for One contemplated. Perhaps the damage could be avoided, and he'd have an army of supersoldiers at the ready after they'd recuperated with their loved ones.
Once he reached his decision, the rest was easy to arrange. He had Karanai cornered and brought to him, and gave him an offer: Betray his group and join All for One. Getting Karanai to defect was easy. For a man who had spent years in a monastery, he was not at all immune to wordly temptation.
It was a farce, and a rather convoluted one at that. All for One could have simply stolen his power and killed him along with the other intruding pests. But he had his reasons.
Many of his subordinates had been kicked out of their homes as children. On the streets, they'd banded together with other vagrants of the same stripe, and the friendships created during that time could last even when the friends joined different gangs as adults. There might be people in his own group who would resent if he unceremoniously exterminated their old buddies. Why not avoid that outcome? All he needed was an excuse, something that would tip the loyalties of his subjects firmly in his favor.
That was why he'd involved Karanai.
"Be at that place at the time and date I told you," All for One had said to him. "Make sure several others from your group are with you, and that they're all itching for a fight. You need to attack some of my people to let us retaliate. Of course you yourself will escape any harm. Aside from those requests, just act naturally. I might ask you to explain your meta ability, so be prepared for that. Oh, and one last thing. If you see a man with messy, shoulder-length white hair, please use Husk on him."
Getting Yoichi under the effect became part of the plan early on. After all, wasn't it his fault All for One had to deal with this situation? If he wasn't having this rebellious snit of his, All for One could have him stay somewhere else. Erasing that rebelliousness seemed appropriate punishment. And the cherry on top: he would have to be grateful to All for One afterwards.
Maybe All for One could drive in the lesson even further. He needed to cure his brother of his saviour complex before it killed him. And so, another role was added to the screenplay: the bait.
Yoichi stirred, interrupting All for One's thoughts. He observed his brother in those last few moments of calm. Yoichi's nostrils flared right before he woke up, a little habit he'd had since childhood.
He went rigid in All for One's arms. Yoichi's eyes opened, and the first thing he saw was All for One.
"Good morning," All for One greeted him cheerfully.
Yoichi jolted, bolting frantically from their embrace, getting tangled in the blanket in his panic. He threw it off, heedless of his nudity, backing away in horror.
"Wh–what happened?" he stammered, his voice heavy with sleep.
"I think you can answer that yourself," All for One answered, sitting up and arranging the covers over his lap. He felt the scratches on his shoulders itch as he shifted. "You mauled me quite a bit," he observed, touching them so Yoichi would see.
He chose not to mention that Yoichi had his own share of marks, with the beginnings of hand-shaped bruises on his hips and wrist. Evidently All for One had forgotten to be careful in the heat of the moment.
All for One looked into his brother's wide eyes. "How long have you been attracted to me?" he asked calmly.
Yoichi started. Shock, anger, confusion – he was a mess of emotions. "What?!"
"Don't you remember anything from yesterday?"
The question forced Yoichi to think, calming him slightly. He answered after a short pause: "I remember everything." His face had turned a nasty shade of grey.
"Then you know you can't deny it. You were so enthusiastic yesterday, so full of ideas, like you'd spent years building up fantasies for this occasion. Somehow, getting hit by that meta ability must have loosened your control over your urges."
His brother was speechless. All for One went on: "This is the true reason why you've been running away from me, isn't it? You're ashamed of your feelings. By keeping me at arm's length, you were trying to repress them. You hoped I wouldn't find out and be disgusted. But I would never do that, little brother. You should have known that nothing in the world could make me want to throw you away."
All for One reached out to put his hand on Yoichi's. The touch was innocuous, absolutely nothing compared to yesterday, but his brother flinched.
"It's not like that!" Yoichi cried, pulling his hand away. He finally noticed his body was exposed and blushed, the color in his cheeks mixing strangely with his sickly complexion. Whipping his head around, he searched for something to cover himself with. "I don't feel that way. I swear I don't! Your little story isn't funny, Nii-san." He finally placed a pillow in his lap.
"This childish pretense isn't believable. You fell on me like a starving pack of wolves. Poor thing, you must have been so pent up all these years. When did you start noticing me sexually? During puberty? More recently?"
"Never, because that's not why it happened!" Yoichi exclaimed angrily. Then his outrage abruptly flipped into nervousness.
"What concievable reason could there be for your behavior other than an incestuous crush on your brother?" All for One asked.
Yoichi said nothing.
"Cat got your tongue? How curious." All for One was smirking. "You're hiding something. I wonder what it could be." He let the silence stretch, watching the tension in Yoichi's shoulders mount. "You're protecting someone. But who? You don't socialize much. Hmm... The woman."
His brother stiffened. "It was an accident!"
"Oh? Tell me what happened. I'll find out one way or another, so you might as well be honest."
Yoichi's shoulders sagged. "When we fell down, Seikuchi-san's glasses broke. She looked at me, and that activated her meta ability. It wasn't on purpose."
"Her power must have some kind of cool down period, because she didn't seem worried about looking at the rest of us without her glasses," All for One mused. "Anyways, go on. I saw her talking to you about something. It was this, right?"
A resigned nod. "She said her ability causes extreme a-arousal," Yoichi stuttered, blushing. His modesty was ironic after his unrestrained debauchery not even twenty-four hours ago, but cute. "And generally affectionate behavior. It would last for at least a few hours, and there would be ideas popping into my head, giving me advice..." He trailed off. "The whole time, there was a voice in my ear, telling me to do this or that, and I couldn't help but go along with it." Now he looked queasy.
"So it was all just her meta ability?"
"It's not her fault!" Yoichi protested. "Don't hurt her," he pleaded.
"We'll see about that," All for One said, just to make his brother squirm. "But you do have a point: she's not the one at fault. You are. You jumped into a situation you had no ability to deal with. Under such circumstances, something going wrong is to be expected. You might say it's alright as long you're the only who gets hurt, but that isn't the case here. You weren't the only one who suffered the consequences of your foolishness. While you were being puppeted into committing sexual acts you didn't want, you didn't ask whether I wanted to be on the other side of them. You crossed my boundaries multiple times yesterday, and you were outright forceful sometimes."
"Nii-san..." Yoichi looked devastated. "I'm sorry," he said. He was so caught up in his contrition he didn't detect the hypocrisy.
"That won't change anything now." All for One could hardly believe his brother was taking this so seriously. All for One hadn't even wiped the smile off his face for his little speech.
Yoichi sat still for a while, contemplating his hands. "Why did you let me do it?" He finally asked in a quiet voice. "You could have stopped me at any time. Even aside from your strength, I couldn't disobey orders. Why didn't you ask me to stop?"
All for One considered him. "Don't you remember what that man said? I had to touch you. Sending you away, or even just staying out of your reach was not an option. I didn't know what brought on your strange behavior, but I went along with it because I didn't want you to die."
"But you could have tied me down or told me not to move, and then touched my hand. It would've had the same effect."
"There you go arguing again. I know even you're sick of it, deep down." All for One covered his brother's hand with his own, and this time he didn't let it out of his grasp, though Yoichi tried to escape. "You said you missed me. Don't pretend those weren't your sincere feelings. You're in pain, but that pain is completely pointless and unnecessary. You're the one causing it. Stop struggling and it'll stop. Come back to me already, little brother. You miss me, and I miss you, too."
Yoichi's lips pressed together. His eyes were cast downwards. "The person I miss no longer exists," he said with a terrible calm. He turned his face to the side, hiding it behind his hair. "If he ever did."
All for One tightened his hold on his brother's hand, pressing into the bruise he'd left yesterday. "Oh, how cruel!" he said. He could feel his teeth gritting together, his smile savage. "What a nasty and deluded bit of sanctimonious posturing. Let me tell you the sordid facts. You had sex with your own brother, with me. You groped and slobbered over every part of my body. I was compelled to allow it and yield to your wishes, even when you made me sodomize you. How do you think people will react to this? You'll be considered a disgusting pervert, a rapist, the lowest of the low. The people you risk life and limb to save will hate you when they find out."
"I didn't want it!" Yoichi protested. His skin had taken on a greenish tinge.
"You think anyone will listen to the whole complicated explanation? As we already talked about, it all resulted from your actions anyway."
Yoichi's breathing was fast, agitated. All for One patted his narrow shoulder.
"But other people don't matter. I know the truth, and I could never push you away or hate you, even though I'm the victim in this situation. Your victim." All for One's grin was more relaxed now. "It's an awful business," he said, "but now that I think about it, there are some good aspects to it, too."
Yoichi's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "How?" he asked, appalled.
All for One made a thoughtful noise. "After this, even you must admit that any distance you put between us is a farce. We were as close as two bodies can be, and nothing you say or do can change that." He smiled wide. "And, though the circumstances were less than ideal, I'm glad I got to guide you through your first time. That I should be the one to deflower you is only right. There's no part of you that doesn't belong to me, and that includes your virginity."
A multitude of emotions played across Yoichi's face before an inscrutable expression fell over it like a shutter. His eyes had become distant, but there was a great deal of movement behind them. Were All for One's words finally sinking in?
All for One saw the moment his brother reached a conclusion from the way he set his jaw. Yoichi gave a heavy, shuddering sigh.
"I was right, before. You really did plan this," he said, low but certain.
"Little brother, that's an insane idea! What's gotten into you?" All for One said, grinning with all his teeth.
Yoichi didn't glance at him. "This whole scenario has your hands all over it," he continued, mostly to himself. "I can't make sense of everything, but that much is clear. What I don't understand is why you would do something this horrible." He had seemed completely resigned, but here his lower lip wobbled. "Did you think violation would mend our relationship? That I would be happy and obedient if you slept with me? No wonder you had no trouble going along with it." He regained control over his features. "It's all the same."
He looked at All for One with steely resolve. "I don't belong to you, Nii-san. I'm not your thing!" he insisted. "As long as you keep hurting people, I will never stop doing what I can to stop you. I'll never accept you exploiting and manipulating everyone, and all the devastation you've caused. I wish wouldn't do it anymore, and that things could be good. But I don't think it'll ever happen. So I cannot give in to you. That won't change, no matter what you do to me."
"You think so?" All for One said, the corner of his smile twisting into a snarl. He raised his hand towards the ceiling, and a loud bang like a crack of thunder erupted in the room, rattling the windows. Yoichi was still stunned when All for One's bodyguard bounded through the door at the summons.
All for One gave him a nod without turning towards him, staring at Yoichi. The man grabbed and marched All for One's stark naked brother out with a roughness All for One usually disapproved of, but now let pass. His bodyguard clearly got some grim enjoyment out of squashing Yoichi's pathetic resistance, and so did All for One. He heard his brother yelling all the way down the stairs, until the vault door slammed closed on him.
Let him shiver in the darkness, All for One thought. But not too long. The air was cool in the safe, and his brother caught colds easily, and took a long time to recover from them. He'd tell someone to throw in clothes in a few hours.
Where had he left off before Yoichi woke up? Oh right, the bait, the last role that needed to be assigned in the play All for One had set up.
The small company Seikuchi worked for officially dealt in paintings. Unofficially, it dealt in drugs and various blackmarket luxury items smuggled into the country despite the border shutdown. All for One had done very satisfactory business with them multiple times when he became interested in acquiring the company. He asked his subordinates to bring him information on the owner.
Apparently he was forty, a fan of Alma-Tadema, and having an affair with one of his employees. When drunk, he was prone to boasting about his supposedly exceptional sex life with this lover and her aphrodisiac meta ability. He had no meta ability of his own.
Naturally, he was eager to get one and join All for One. All for One had one stipulation.
"I need you to arrange for someone to be at the time and location we've discussed," All for One had said to him. He liked leaving choices like this open; it was a good way to gain insight into people. "A person with a vulnerable appearance and strong lungs would be best. It won't be a dangerous errand, in case that matters."
So when he read Seikuchi's business card, he knew at once who he was dealing with, though he had never met her.
He gathered from her interactions with his brother that she had probably used her meta ability on him, but assumed it wouldn't be relevant. Husk would simply neutralize whatever urges had been aroused in Yoichi.
But it seemed her power had more than just a physical component. Yoichi had talked about a voice in his ear, telling him what to do. The meta ability must also supply the recipient with instructions, presumably on how to please their partner. This aspect had interacted with Karanai's Husk inside Yoichi. The instructions became orders he could not resist.
Meta abilities were endlessly fascinating, All for One thought. He hadn't realized what was going on yet when Yoichi licked his hand. His brother grinding to orgasm on him was what made him connect the dots.
It was then that the idea of exploiting his brother's predicament occured to him. His brother had just assaulted him by the legal definition of the word. All for One did not care about such things, but Yoichi did. He would be horrified when he returned to normal.
Yoichi opposed All for One on the grounds of moral standards. But what if he himself offended against those standards? Would he be able to justify refusing All for One if he was the same dirty, rotten villain as him? All All for One had to do was give him temporary access to his body. It was worth a try, he had decided, and the rest of the evening had proceeded smoothly.
He remembered Yoichi's stubborn rejection.
No matter what you do to me, he'd said. That sounded like a challenge.
He'd been so pleasant to deal with yesterday. Sweet, cuddly, compliant. Ready to please and be pleased, and so grateful when All for One gave him what he asked for.
That was the thing, wasn't it? Rewards were a powerful motivator. All for One had taken more and more away from Yoichi, and it hadn't broken him; the stick wasn't working. But the carrot in this case was not something All for One was willing to give. His brother did not get to tell him to give up on his dream.
If only there was something Yoichi wanted that All for One could grant. His brother's dream was to be a hero, but that was impossible with how weak he was. He lacked strength, and in a cruel joke of fate was unable to gain it.
All for One's mind gravitated towards this dilemma often. It popped into his head during empty moments, while addressing his followers, even in the middle of fights. There had to be a meta ability out there that Yoichi would be able to handle. All for One was always on the lookout, but nothing suitable had shown up.
All for One huffed, alone in the quiet room. His brother's smell still lingered on the sheets.
It seemed there would be no shortcuts when it came to Yoichi's heart. All for One would have to pour more time and effort into his search. Something had to be found, and soon.
This attempt at making his brother submit might not have succeeded, but it had not been fruitless either. He'd taken another piece of Yoichi for himself, and despite his denials the events of yesterday confirmed that his brother longed to be close to All for One. To Akuyuki.
When all was said and done, Yoichi allowed Akuyuki's ownership of him even when he seemingly denied it. What made him Akuyuki's was his blood, and his brother embraced that shackle every time he spoke to him. Even under the effects of multiple intrusions mangling his mind, barely aware of himself, doing things he would never do, even then he called Akuyuki Nii-san.
In the end, everything was alright. Akuyuki was cheerful when he went to wash up and get his day started. There was nothing to worry about.
After all, he had all the time in the world to make Yoichi see he was his.