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Hanzo slips inside Genji’s room like a shadow. Still, the door could not slide shut behind him fast enough for his taste, fingers already hovering impatiently above the keypad to the side, waiting to lock it down from the outside world.

“You look like a criminal, Hanzo. People could think you have something… illicit in mind.”

Genji’s voice was teasing and full of laughter. He could see the tension pulling Hanzo’s shoulders up defensively towards his ears.

“It is not… – you have no sense of propriety.”

“Says the one thirsting for his brother’s body,” Genji replies almost gently, slowly standing up from the edge of the bed. “You could have just knocked. It is not like one brother visiting the other would raise questions.”

“We should not be doing this in the first place, Genji. We should be – what are you wearing?”

Hanzo had finally turned around, dark eyes widening imperceptibly in surprise at the colorful kimono Genji was wearing. The cyborg tilted his head in towards him, spreading his arms from their demure fold in front of him and twirling once obligingly.

“I thought I would make myself pretty for you, brother,” he murmurs, a certain kind of breathlessness already stealing into his filtered voice. He dips his head down, the gesture demure enough even with his visor still on to give Hanzo the feeling of getting glimpsed at from beneath lowered eyelashes. “I missed you. It’s been a… long time.”

He affects calmness beneath his brother’s calculating gaze, yet still, Hanzo can see the small motions of his fingers fiddling with the edge of one long sleeve. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Genji nervous when about to have a tryst.

He is at him in three long strides, one large hand placed in the back of his little brother’s neck, gripping tight and feeling the minimal give of the plating beneath his fingers. The armor felt nice; smooth and surprisingly warm to the touch. Genji is carefully still for a few seconds longer, then reaches up and unlocks his faceplate with a soft hissing of the mechanics.

“I missed you as well, little brother,” Hanzo tells him with a low, sincere voice when they are able to look each other in the eyes. His brows are drawn together in a fierce scowl, the corners of his mouth downturned in a perpetual frown. Hanzo always looks angry – even when divulging his affection, whispering it like it was a shameful secret.

Genji swallows slowly almost laboriously, the click of it loud in the room – drawing Hanzo’s sharp gaze down to his throat.

“It’s been such a long time,” he murmurs, stepping a little closer still until their noses are almost brushing. He reaches for the back of Genji’s head, jerking for a second when he can’t feel the shock of silky, short hair he’s had once upon a time, but covers for it by slowly wrapping the scarf around his fist. “Your body had been… different, the last time.”

Genji’s pupils blow wide, the rigidness melting from his back all of a sudden, and the corners of his eyes crinkling in a little smirk.

“Oh my… your pillow talk still leaves a lot to be desired, though,” he teases, hands lifting to put them with splayed fingers across Hanzo’s chest, one cheekily slipping beneath the cover of his clothes to get at naked skin. “Were you wooing the ladies like this? ‘You’d been prettier a few years ago. Put on a little weight, did you?’”

Hanzo’s face finally softens at that, a vague expression of shame crawling through the twitch in his eyes. He clears his throat, obviously looking for something to say – and getting beat to it by Genji, who pushes him back playfully and takes a seat unabashedly astride his brother’s lap when he comes to sit on the edge of the bed Genji had left earlier.

“You’re hopeless. Just stop talking. I…” He falters, then, bright eyes sliding to the side, teeth gnawing at the synthetic bottom lip. “My body has changed more than you think, Hanzo,” he finally says, voice low and careful, hands slowly sliding up and down his brother’s naked arms after shoving his clothes out of the way; more to calm himself than his brother.

Finally, his eyes slide back towards Hanzo’s face, slyly gazing at him out of the corners. “I could show you… if you want?”

Hanzo’s nostrils flare, strong hands gripping down tighter on his brother’s splayed thighs.

“I would very much like that.”

.o.

There was a hot, splotchy blush on Hanzo’s cheeks and Genji hid his grin behind the back of his hand lest he offend him with his giggling.

He didn’t need to ask his opinion – it was more than clear in the predatory widening of his eyes, the sharp line of his shoulders.

Still, he asked, knees falling apart a little farther, heels digging into the bedding to subtly tilt his hips upward – offering his pretty cunt to his brother’s gaze: “You like it?”

Hanzo was kneeling on the bed, fingers tightening into fists atop his thighs as he stared and obviously held back from touching. His gaze hadn’t left the curious space between his little brother’s thighs since he had reclined and pulled his colorful garments apart, exposing the smooth mound of his crotch.

He’d been almost eerily quiet; sitting and staring as Genji’s fingers had slipped between his thighs, manipulating the thick protective fabric covering him until it had slid up and retreated into his armor.

“It’s very sensitive,” Genji purrs finally when it becomes obvious that Hanzo will not be able to get a word out, fingers tickling across the dark grey mesh making out the lips of his cunt. He breathes a little harder, excitement making his blood boil already. He is nervous and giddy, and he wants Hanzo to say something. To tell him how pretty he thought his little brother’s pussy was. He wanted his brother to like it.

Genji bit his lip, fingers spreading the plump lips, feeling how silky the material felt, the mesh so small it seemed smooth.

Hanzo finally did make a noise at that – a choked kind of groan as his shoulders curled forward. He managed to hunch while kneeling, mouth pinched, eyes fixed where Genji held himself open for his perusal.

Genji was no longer hiding his grin with his hand – he was just pressing it against his mouth now, feeling too hot and wondering why his fans hadn’t kicked on yet.

He thought of years and years back; when they first had started playing with each other in the way their parents had not been anticipating; exploring each other’s bodies; showing the other what felt good.

They had been in much the same position back then; his big brother kneeling between his legs and watching with that same fierce scowl and ruddy red cheeks as Genji had fingered himself with slippery digits, his young cock curving up against his belly sleek and hard, teen body trembling in excitement…

“You’re staring,” Genji murmurs indistinct from behind his hand, yet spreading his fingers wider still, making that sweet little hole stretch under Hanzo’s focused stare.

“You are…” he finally says – chokes – fingers curled tightly into the loose fabric of his wide pants, “your… it’s… glowing.”

Genji feels heat slosh through him like a wave, cheeks pounding with the sudden rush of blood. He almost felt ashamed; belly flipping in on itself, breath stuttering in his lungs.

“Yeah it is,” he rasps, fingers slipping low and dipping in; pulling a little more of his slick out, candy green on his fingertips, glowing like the running lights scattered on his body. “It’s not poisonous,” he says when Hanzo remains silent, staring at the sticky mess stretching wet and glowing between the tips of two fingers.

“It’s also not… the only glowing thing.” He tilts his head, finally taking his hand from his mouth, watching Hanzo’s face carefully as he opens himself up once more for his gaze, gently petting fingertip showing him the shy nub of his clit, just starting to peek out at the top of the folds.

He can’t help the soft whine in the back of his throat – the twitching thrust of his hips up against his own finger, face feeling so hot the longer his brother stares and inspects… he feels almost painfully sensitive, a small pinch to the plump lips already having him gush more slick, bright and obvious against the dark grey backdrop of his armor.

“You’re so sensitive,” Hanzo finally says, deep voice even lower than usual, hands coming up to put on Genji’s knees and rub along the insides of his thighs. He can’t feel him without the stimulation of the sensors tucked just beneath the thickly armored parts, but he tilts into it even so, thumb pressing against the glowing nub of his clit.

“Why don’t you… why don’t you taste, brother?” he whispers, squirming, hips tilting up restlessly into his own mindless fondling. “I made myself pretty for you. You can…” his voice slides lower, coming out throaty and hot. “You can pretend I’m your little sister, nii-chan. You always liked that, didn’t you? Told me what a sweet little cunt I have and how you want to…”

He stops with a strangled groan, back arching palm slamming against the wall behind him and leaving a small indent as his brother suddenly surges forward, mouth open and wet and greedy for his little brother’s slick cunt.

.o.

Hanzo’s beard is messy with his slick, and Genji is fascinated by the sight whenever he pulls back to take a breath, tongue lapping the fluid from his lips. His nose, whenever he pushes back in with vigor, nudges against his clit while his tongue delves in deep, rubbing against the sleek, artificial entrance before encountering spongy, fleshy insides.

He seems fascinated with it; the tip slowly, carefully mapping where cool, metallic mesh leads into softness, his eyes heavy lidded and a little out of focus.

Genji would have made a comment about it – his brother’s far-away, dreamy expression when he got to explore a cunt – but could bring himself to form the actual words. He was too preoccupied with moving in gentle, careful curls of his hips, trying not to break Hanzo’s jaw while heat crawled through his abdomen and settled tingling in the tips of his feet.

He hadn’t even known he could feel something like that. He hadn’t known it could be this way.

An accidental press of sharp teeth against the synthetic mound of his clit has him keen and jerk, hand slapping in front of his mouth, eyes wide as he stares at the ceiling.

“You always liked a little pain,” Hanzo comments idly, fingers sliding into the mess he made, testing the small, easily accommodating entrance and slipping inside. He sounds smug; maybe even haughty. Genji wants to smack him but only curls his fingers around his brother’s ponytail  and holds on as he starts to fuck down, spearing himself on the thick digits.

Hanzo shakes his head once with an annoyed growl, but doesn’t seem too concerned with dislodging him. Instead, he places his mouth around Genji’s clit and sucks with a lewd, slick sound that reverberates in Genji’s head, heart beating so hard and fast, it is almost painful.

“I love your pussy, Genji,” he suddenly admits, tongue snaking out to cradle the fat nub, then flick against it so hard, Genji’s knees jerk up instinctively; trying to shield before the sensation gets registered as good. Very good. Yes.

“Such a pretty, little peach you have. I could eat it for hours. So sweet and pretty… I feel like it’s been made just for me.”

Genji stares down, watches his brother’s dark head, the way he placed his cheek against the inside of his thigh, seemingly whispering the sweet nothings directly to his cunt, fingers moving in slow, self-indulgent thrusts, rubbing against synthetic walls and organic ones alike.

Hanzo’s face looked… serene. Genji jerked again.

“M-Maybe it has been?” he whispers, slowly letting go of Hanzo’s hair in favor of stroking over his head in little, feverish passes. “I haven’t played with other men…”

Hanzo groans and tilts forward, pressing small, suckling kisses against the plump lips, suckling the dark grey mesh between his teeth until Genji’s breath hitches and he reaches for his own clit, tapping against the little nub.

“Only played with toys, have you? Didn’t want other men to have what belongs to your brother?” He leans up finally, glowing slick caught in the whiskers of his beard, the sharp point of his chin. His hand swivels, palm cupping his brother’s cunt, fingers stilling deep within him – simply holding on; protective and possessive.

Genji’s mouth falls open, head tilting back in silent submission as he nods slowly – suddenly shy in the face of his brother’s ardor; Hanzo’s eyes practically burning as he crowds above him, a dark silhouette against Genji’s decadent sprawl and the bright colours of his kimono.

“Let me fuck you, little brother,” Hanzo whispers heatedly, mouth hovering above Genji’s, wet, warm breath fanning against scarred cheeks. “I need to feel you on my cock. Such a sweet little peach only for me. Stretch you out so you’re molded perfectly for your brother. Would you like that? Ruined for other men by your own flesh and blood? You’d come to me begging, asking to be plugged up; little nuisance just like all those years ago when you broke one of your favorite toys.”

Genji his breathing in sharp little pants, already nodding along feverishly, belly burning with need as he feels his cunt pulsing, throbbing against his brother’s unrelenting, almost painful grip.

“Nii-chan…” he whispers and Hanzo grins wolfishly, tongue snaking out and licking a broad, messy stripe across Genji’s open, lax mouth.

“Sh sh sh. I’ve got you. Just stay still… show me that gorgeous little snatch. Yes… yes, little brother. Show me where you want my cock.”

Genji has spread his knees once more from their earlier cautious clench, hips tilting up, fingers spreading his cunt for his brother’s perusal after Hanzo had pulled away, working – almost fumbling – at his sash.

It is like earlier, Genji offering and Hanzo taking in, his words still hanging in the air thick and almost ominous.

“Hanzo… Please,” he whispers, voice rough, insides clenching until he feels a new dribble of slick trickle out of him, body working in smooth, eager whirrs as it produces the substance.

“Always been so impatient for cock, little brother,” Hanzo purrs, big fist slowly stroking across the shaft.

“I’m going to bite you,” Genji hisses back, teeth bared even as his knees tilt farther apart, hips shimmying up in a desperate, wordless plea.

Hanzo simply laughs at him and shuffles closer.

.o.

Genji has curled his hands around the metal of the headboard because he doesn’t trust his own strength any longer.

Hanzo is spreading him open, smooth and perfect, and he can’t get enough of the feeling. He feels like he would claw his arms open in an effort to get him closer, deeper, farther.

Hanzo has stopped laughing at him and is simply quiet; mouth soft and open as his hips rock in little, aborted motions that drive Genji wild, the flared head of Hanzo’s cock rubbing against all the right places.

“So perfect… so perfect,” he is chanting low, breathless, eyebrows pulling together in what almost looks like annoyance when Genji clenches down on him involuntarily, pussy clinging to his cock wet and silky, reluctant to let him go.

Genji wonders how it had to look; Hanzo’s stout cock smeared with his glowing green slick; the neat patch of greying pubes which he kept meticulously out of sheer vanity matted with it as much as his beard – Genji’s cunt smeared all over his body, leaving its mark.

He liked the thought. He wanted to mark his brother up like a dog; drag his cunt across his belly and rub off on him until he was gushing; marking him as his. After all, they had always belonged to each other.

“I will fill you up, Genji,” Hanzo whispers suddenly, a hot, intimate rush of air right next to the shell of his ear, Hanzo’s hips swivelling and snapping a little sharper as if to make his point clear. “Get you hot with my cum and think about a pretty little womb nestled in here right for me.” His hand places itself splayed on his brother’s abdomen, and Genji can feel the heat of it seeping through the armor, hidden little sensors easily picking up on it. His breath hitches, then stills – lungs seizing as he claws at the bedframe and listens to his brothers words, hearing every syllable even as he dips his voice nearly beneath a whisper. “It’s gonna be here just for me to fill; I’ll get it nice and warm for you, little brother. Fill you up right where you need it.”

The muscular body shivers above him, hips taking up their pace, drilling into Genji and nudging deep, dragging along his spread, clinging walls and making him jerk whenever he pushes in especially deep, blunt tip digging in near painful against sensitive equipment.

“You’d love it. Having your brother fill up your slutty womb. I know you, Genji. You’re a little freak, you’d love it.”

Genji laughs breathless and high – a little insane, if he were to be honest, hips tilting up, trying to give back just as good as he got, blood rushing and pounding in his ears; trying to give just as much love back to his big brother.

“I’d love it, yeah, yeah, yeah,” he whispered back, little sounds of assent pushed out of him with Hanzo’s frantic fucking, everything in his body starting to pull deliciously tight with an orgasm hovering around the edges. “Fuck me, Hanzo. Fill me up, please? Get me nice and round with your cum, nii-chan. Get your little brother full with it.”

Hanzo bites the lobe of his ear sharply, the pain surging through Genji’s body and getting misinterpreted as another bout of lust.

He just hoped the walls would withstand his caterwauling when he would finally come on his brother’s cock after so many years of feverish dreams of having him back.