Severed Ties ; verse + oropherion

[oropherion]

04:00 a.m. Alarm.

04:15 - 05:00 a.m. Morning Stretch and Exercise.

05:00 - 05:30 a.m. Breakfast with Hatsuka.

05:30 - 06:00 a.m. Shower and Groomed for work.

06:14 a.m. On his way to the office.

It was the same schedule Jun Kazuhiro followed every morning without fail. Non-work days differed only slightly, but otherwise the routine remained the same. Twenty-six years old, Kazuhiro was already well on his way to earn a name for himself. A recent graduate from Tohoku University a couple years back and a promising and rising star in the Sendai Law Firm, he had the life. He had a nice flat, a beautiful fiance, and with each successful case, plenty of yen in the bank. Nothing seemed to be able to stop him from this rise in success because he was an overachiever, determined, respectful, hard-working, reliable, perfect in every seemingly way. The ‘Golden Child’ as he had often been referred to by his parents and the complete opposite of his younger brother, Kasaki.


The only two heirs of the Jun family had been raised and treated exactly the same. Both given the same opportunity, same moral and honor code embedded into them, and often with strict and rough enforcement. Yet somehow the younger Jun boy didn’t seem to absorb or maintain these lessons. He rebelled, he did everything the opposite. He was crass, bold, unapologetic in his unruly and brutish behavior. Oftentimes, both brothers would face off in heated fights, leaving each other with plenty of bruises and scrapes that would be doubled by the paddle their father and patriarch punished them with. Growing up, the bond of brotherhood waned thin and snapped. There didn’t seem to be any love or closeness between the two as Kazuhiro continued to prove to his parents that he was the perfect son; the chosen one. The one that obeyed and honored them, that would pursue higher education and a better life for himself and their family. He graduated upper secondary school with honors and it didn’t take him long to get admitted to the Tohoku University at the ripe age of eighteen.

Kasaki was a drop out and fell into drugs, booze, and girls. He led a more ‘free’ lifestyle as he liked to call it, and tried to run the Jun name into the ground. The stress of his abhorrent behavior gradually caused their parents grief and pain, which led to illness, and eventually their death later on in their adult lives. At just twenty five and twenty-three, the Jun boys had lost both parents only a few months apart and Kazuhiro blamed his younger brother for it. His father’s death was the most recent and the funeral had only been eight months ago, which had been the last time Kazuhiro had seen and spoken to his brother. Something he had hoped to keep that way.

Thankfully, Hatsuka had been his rock and his inspiration. Her warm, strong, devoted presence kept Kazuhiro’s head held high even in those dark few months. She encouraged him to forgive his brother only for his own sake, to not let that dark seed bury itself in his heart and grow dark, twisted veins within his body. She was spiritual in the sense that she feared how much deep, negative thoughts could affect one’s body and soul. They had spoken many hours into the night, of her fear of him letting his anger and resentment take control, that he’d lash out and ruin all of the hard work he had done to get where he was today. Kazuhiro wasn’t sure what he had done to earn such love and support, but he treasured her and vowed to take care of her and love her for the rest of her life. A beautiful silver diamond engagement ring had sealed that deal.

“Hiro, you’re forgetting something?” Came Hatsuka’s sing-song voice from the kitchen, drawing Kazuhiro from the foyer where he was about to stuff his feet into his dress shoes.

“What’s that?” He called back with a playful smirk as he looked back towards her leaning over the counter. He saw her give a light huff of faux annoyance as she blew her bang out of her face.

“Your lunch….and your goodbye kiss, you idiot!” They shared a laugh as he stalked back into the kitchen, slipping an arm around her waist to draw her in. His fingers lightly tickled her sides, making her squirm and giggle and slap his chest in response, before he dipped down to capture her petal soft lips in a kiss. She melted into him and he let the moment linger for another second before he sighed and drew away. “You are going to make me late, woman.” He snickered as he pinched her bottom, snatched up his lunch box she had so lovingly made for him, and darted away as she tried to chase him with a wooden spoon in retaliation. “Love you, Suka!” He called as he slipped on his shoes, grabbed his leather suitcase, then darted out the door before she could strike him.

It was only a twenty minute bike ride to the office. The receptionist in the main lobby was busy on the phone already when he walked in and he lifted a hand in greeting before ducking down the hall to head towards his office. He was stopped a few times by his colleagues, engaging in short conversation, before he finally made it to his desk to begin work. He had a large case to prepare for and needed to go through all of his documents, notes, statements, and evidence to prepare for the court hearing. As a defense lawyer, it was very important for him to make sure he represented his client to the utmost of his ability, especially if said client was innocent. Kazuhiro refused to defend any client that couldn’t prove without a doubt that they deserved a non-guilty verdict. Something he didn’t have much choice in the beginning of his career, but now with his feet wet and a little more cemented in the company, he was given a little more leeway with his decisions.

Kazuhiro worked quietly and diligently in his office for hours, typing up his opening statement, organizing his notes and eradicating anything that wasn’t truly important to the case, and so forth. It was just thirty minutes before he planned to take his lunch break when he heard his cell phone buzzing to life. Saving his work and leaning back in his seat, he frowned as he picked up the device and saw a number he recognized belonging to the local precinct. A sigh passed his lips as he figured it was either the office calling to see if he’d represent one of their prisoners or an actual prisoner calling to request him personally. But then how would they get his cell phone and not call his office instead?

Despite the strangeness of it, Kazuhiro pressed the green button to accept the call and lifted the device to his ear. “Hello, this is Jun Kazuhiro speaking. How may I help you?”

“Aniki.”

The cold, sarcastic voice on the other end was all too familiar and sent an icy jolt down his spine as he immediately stiffened and sat up straight in his chair. His grip tightened on the device as he slammed his hand down on his desk and gritted his teeth.

“Kasaki,” Kazuhiro spat back with an equal tone of cold indifference as he glared at his office wall. “Why are you calling me? I thought I told you I didn’t want to hear from you ever again.”

“You hurt me, big bro. I just need your help. Just this once.” Kasaki seemed to wait as he heard his older brother’s silence before continuing, “I need you to bail me out.”

Kazuhiro immediately snarled and hissed into the phone, “Absolutely not! Whatever bullshit you got yourself is your own problem! Hell, you probably deserve to spend a few nights in prison. Ma and Pa aren’t here anymore to bail you out of your own fuck ups, and I’m not gonna pick up their slack. Forget my number. Good-bye.” He wouldn’t let his brother say anymore, or try to butter him up and make him feel any ounce of guilt or shame for denying his last remaining family help. He hung up immediately and panted, running a hand through his neatly trimmed short black locks as he cursed. His brother had a lot of nerve to think he’d cough up any amount of money to bail him out of a situation he had put himself in!

The older Jun boy took a few minutes to simmer down before he went back to work. When he found he couldn’t concentrate any longer, he decided it was time to take his lunch. Saving and closing everything down, he grabbed his phone and headed to the breakroom to grab his lunch box from the fridge. He was short in greetings to his colleagues as he slipped out of the firm to get some air and eat in the nearby park. What he didn’t expect was to be suddenly accosted by a group of ruffians on his way, causing him to drop his lunch to the ground. He tried to fight off the assailants, but they were quicker and more organized as they knocked him out.

 

[Verse]

It was hard in the beginning, when he still cared. He remembered some of it, actually, pushing up against the kindness his parents had taught him. These impulses he had. They had started as something else in him, foreign, but then they became him. The things he wanted weren't in conflict with the things that he loved. They burned down everything else. As they built, the friction grew between him and his family. He had loved mother the most, but it didn't help. He wanted what he wanted, and they got in the way of that. Maybe he got off on seeing them upset, because they were the last authority in his life. He wanted to be free, and they stood in the way of that, because they took up space in his heart. He found a home outside of their house, instead. Away from the golden boy Kazuhiro, who would rather lecture than have fun. The way they used to fight had actually made it easier for Kasaki. That's all the education he needed to be who he wanted. And he was good at it too. Mom and dad liked to brag about Kazuhiro and his grades, but Kasaki was doing great, too. Only it wasn't in a field his family appreciated.

And since he couldn't have the money big bro got from doing everything their parents wanted, Kasaki had to earn it in other ways. For a young, able body, there was work. He started off just running, and graduated to heavier work within the new family. He couldn't do the computer stuff, which was on the rise, so they liked him for the street work. He was tall and the life he led gave him a pretty menacing look. Under the streelights and in alleys, he could certainly look the part. And, whenever he got to prove himself, he was good when the chips were down too. The other boys he ran with liked him, because he had their backs. Why wouldn't he? They were lost in the night together. They drank together and sometimes they fucked together too. There was a certain kind of kinship between them, when all of them had sucked his cock. It was kind of a rite of passage, to have the shit beaten out of you, and then have it fucked out of you too, by the dangerous Jun boy. The dysfunctional dynamic made the few who stuck by his side a very tightly knit group.

They looked to him for leadership. He was climbing in the world. But it was hard to focus when there were so many distractions in the night. He had to try it all. And the higherups were happy with a boy who would gladly kill for them, and only wanted libations and free passage at their clubs, and perhaps a few girls and boys in the brothels. But even the geezers in charge were suggesting Kasaki do more than just run what he could carry, or take iron pipes to people who owed them. Kasaki preferred being free to pummel people, and take their money. But eventually he caved and did some of the more organized shit. It paid astronomically better, anyway.

But it also came with higher charges. Especially after he'd become a legal adult. The cops could be bribed for the smaller stuff, but this shipment and the body floating in the river connected to it, was kinda high profile. They didn't have a smoking gun, but the heat meant some Samaritan and hero types got involved. The better bribed pigs belonged to his bosses, and they didn't want to do shit for the lower caste unless they had to. So, when he was taken in this time, he couldn't just talk shit with the officer usually on his case and then leave a few hours later. The time he was looking to spend here would seriously damage his evening plans.

That's why he needed Kazuhiro. So that's why he called. He threw the phone when the BASTARD SHIT FUCKER didn't want to help. At least dad's lessons came with the bailout. At least the youngest Jun had enough pull to get another call. He wasn't about to play nice anymore. He made sure this call was to people he trusted.

Hanzo and Keda were the same age as the Jun menace, and had no trouble following the instructions. There were some tendencies of Kasaki they saw in Kazuhiro, but in the end, the lawyer type wasn't that tough. They did a number on him, and when he came to, it was in a nearby warehouse, not far from the one the raid was at. A few threats, most of them sexual in nature, since the violence had already been showed, did the trick. People with hands without callouses are easy to convince. So it could only end one way.

With Kasaki getting a cop to his cell, who begrudgingly told him his bail had been paid, and the lawyer was waiting for him.

Hanzo was short and square in build. He'd done most of the talking, and Keda had been holding and swinging a crowbar, like a toy, like a promise. They weren't as smart as Kasuki, so they were rather blunt when trying to 'negotiate' with the man who had some features just like their young boss. It was the usual stuff, and when the suit realized they were serious about breaking his bones if he didn't do them this solid, he became more willing to hear them out. A small mention of his beautiful fiancé helped, too. They weren't really acting when they talked about what they'd do to her, if they got bored if Kasaki didn't come back.

So when they waited outside the station and sent the worse for ware older brother in, they expected good results.

Kasaki was smug when he came out. Black tanktop under a big jacket. He was the younger of the two, so he still had some softness in his face, though not his expression. "Look at you, bro!" he said and grabbed Kazuhrio by the shoudlers and eyed him up and down. "Damn. Domestic life has treated you well." the hooligan said, slapped his brothers arms twice before letting him go. He then proceeded to throw one arm around the no doubt expensive suit shoulders, and walked them out the door. "But you kinda hurt me on the phone." he said into his brother's ear. "You were gonna leave me in there, huh?" the hot breath was obviously a threat that should ring truer now since Hiro had met his associates. They went down the stairs together. "I think it's my fault. We don't even know each other anymore. Isn't that a shame?" well on the ground he shoved Hiro toward the car, and Hanzo opened the door. "We should catch up right now. Why don't you invite me to your place?" he asked and pushed Hiro onto the seat. The car was on the road soon.

 

[oropherion]

Kazuhiro had always brandished himself as intelligent and prepared for anything, but it seemed this perfect persona he tried to keep up all day, every day, had a crack. A crack that somehow his younger brother had and had always managed to exploit. Kasaki always managed to get under his skin, no matter how hard he fought it, and today was no different. He shouldn't have been so naive to think that his assertive declaration over the phone would be enough to put his brother off from bothering him. No, he should have thought of all the things his brother could have done to make sure he got what he wanted, but Hiro hadn't in that moment. Oh how quick he was regretting it when dirtied hands grabbed at him, forcing him into fighting with all his might. A man of class he was, didn't mean he didn't hit the gym when possible and keep in shape. But still his rather posh lifestyle didn't afford him the kind of strength and dirty-play style these thugs had. By the time he had woken up in the warehouse, he was sporting a few bruises and a bloodied lip and the back of his head throbbed, warning of a potential lump from being struck by a hard object. He groaned as he came to and found himself tied to a chair by some crude ropes.

He cussed when he came alert enough to realize what was happening, which earned him a back-handed slap that exacerbated the cut on his lip. He spat reddened spittle to the concrete floor between his spread legs and glowered at the two men. It didn't take long to realize who these punks belonged to and he hissed his brother's name under his breathe like it was venom to be spat out. Of course this was Kasaki's doing. He never did like to be told no or to lose a game or be refused anything in his life. He should have known his younger brother would not lay back and take his punishment like a man. Kazuhiro's pride and disgust for his kin had him refusing Hanzo's attempt to persuade him to help his brother. Each time, he was struck whether with a fist or with the crowbar Keda was swinging around. His jaw throbbed from punch after punch and his calves screamed in pain from the strikes from the crowbar. The hits hadn't been enough to break any bones, but the threat was very clear that they would have no problem doing so.

Kazuhiro was hellbent on not giving these devils what they wanted no matter the consequences, no matter the threatening of sexual violence against himself, but when they brought up his fiance, his sweet Suka, he cursed anew at them. He spat blood and phlegm at them, rattled against the chair despite his disheveled state, unable to do anything more than yell vehemently at them that he wouldn't let them touch her. The things they were describing of what they would do to her made his stomach twist in revulsion. They were monsters and he couldn't understand how his brother could be involved with such people. To let himself sink so low. But it was enough to finally force him to comply and agree, even if it went against everything in his being to do so. He hated to give in and give his brother what he wanted.

He let them bring him to the station, stumbled out of the vehicle and limped his way in knowing they were waiting and watching, ready for him to make a run for it. He wouldn't run though. Now he was pissed, enraged, and he wanted to beat the living pulp out of his brother for doing this to him. Blood stained his expensive suit, darkening the white of his blouse to a nasty copper tone. It would take a lot of yen to have the stains removed and he planned to get that out of Kasaki himself. Alas, he was greeted by the younger Jun punk with strong, calloused hands on his shoulders, rattling him further. He held back the groan of pain and instead pierced his brother's face with cold daggers. "Cut the pleasantries, Aki." He snapped, a muscle in his jaw twitching as he stumbled again by the arm being thrown around his shoulder. His hands balled into fists, ready to swing and remind themselves both of the old times when they used to settle their differences with fist fighting until one or the other parent broke them up. The simple fact that Kasaki's underlings were still nearby and the threat to Hatsuka kept him from letting out all of his rage in that very moment, even if it was well deserved. Soon, he told himself, soon.

Hiro rolled his eyes with such little empathy at the drama of his brother's words and curled his lips. "........" He fell silent though, wisely keeping himself from retorting that he certainly was going to leave his sorry ass to rot in a jail cell, but the threat in the tone was enough to curb the attitude. If only because he knew what these kinds of men were capable of and he was also shown just a taste of it. Hatsuka didn't deserve it. He just hoped he'd get to see her tonight. He stiffly walked down the stairs with his brother, shoulders hunched up and tense, showing he really didn't appreciate his brother's proximity to him. They had never been close especially not affectionately so it was uncomfortable and unnatural, and he knew it was just to threaten him and keep him compliant. "I wonder whose fault that is? If you weren't such a degenerate, we could be like true brothers." He spat vehemently before he cursed as he was shoved towards a car, glaring at Hanzo as he yanked open the door. With little choice in the matter, he was pushed inside and he sat stiff and awkward in the seat next to his brother.

When his brother made his intentions known, Hiro cursed again and reached out to grab the lapels of his shirt, not caring that he could easily be shot and murdered here. But his brother needed him so he'd keep him alive, at least that is what he thought. "Fuck you, Aki! I know what you want. I'm not going to take you there. You can take me anywhere else and we can hash this out, but I refuse to take you to my place!" He shook the other, other hand clenching and ready to throw a fist. Some restrained kept him from actually throwing it though. The car was already lurching through the streets as if it already knew where to go and he hissed, tongue laving over his bruised and bloody lip. "Why do you gotta be like this, Aki? You could be so much better than this filth!" He argued, eyes filled with disgust and awe at just how blinded and crazed his brother had become.

 

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Kazuhiro was quite the image, walking in there. People didn't really care who posted bail, and if the receptionist had thought about what had prompted this man to pay, they didn't say anything. Justice only for those who ask for it, right? But Kasaki knew. It was still very rewarding to see, though, how his brother limped inside. How satisfying, to know Kazuhiro had paid for his rudeness on the phone. The eyes that looked back at Kasaki from the partially swollen face were laden with anger. Good. Hiro should feel something. His life was too easy. He didn't have to contend with murderous forces like Aki. Suits never looked as good as when they were touched of filth and blood. Being a lawyer shouldn't just be meetings in pretty offices. Sometimes you actually had to look at crime to defend it, right? But if Kasaki was being honest, just Hiro's expression when he came in here was worth the price of admission. Aki had forgotten how satisfying it could be to prank his older brother. Back then, Aki was the only thing Hiro could lose his temper over. Aki had held it as a privilege. In some ways this felt like nothing had changed.

But holding on to Hiro, reminded Aki that everything had.

He was sizing his brother up, like any other man he met. How did his body feel against his, how much power could he put into his arms to punch. How long where his legs? Where did he carry his weight? And then, for personal interest; did Aki like the physical shape? It was an odd thought that went through the younger brother's head, but he wasn't foreign to it. Kazuhiro should be subject to his scrutiny, all facets of it, as anyone else. After all, Kazuhiro was just as likely to swing at him as anyone else. Which meant big bro should be a candidate for the same counter measures and punishments. It should be a revolting thought, but the same mischievous parts of the youngest Jun that liked to win over his big brother in races up the stairs to their room, was excited now, thinking about upending Hiro's perfect life. It actually moved some warmth to his cock. Wouldn't that handsome face look good, stuffed with dick? Aki's dick? Aki wasn't sure that hadn't been his plan, all along, however that phone call had went. Maybe he would have been nicer about it if Hiro hadn't been rude. Maybe he'd wined and dined instead?

He saw the clenched fist - in his line of work, he had to be good a clocking them. But he didn't do anything about it, because he didn't have to. He hugged and held his brother all he wanted, leading them out like they were good old friends. Angry like a bag of bees, Kazuhiro and all his marks, were wise enough to be a bit more compliant than when Aki had heard his voice last time. This wasn't his first reluctant suit. They all had similar pressure points. He knew what Hiro's was, and he would make sure to push it hard whenever he got the chance. Such a fucking romantic, his brother. Hanzo and Keda sure could be trusted. They'd delivered this tall dark and corporate neatly wrapped. The things Hiro muttered under his breath still got to Aki a little, which wasn't good for Hiro's health. "We are true brothers, you know that right?" he asked with a frown. Being who he'd become, he could have a short fuse. The expression of insult was dangerous. Aki's moods had killed people.

And then they were in the car together. It felt good to have such control over his older sibling. Aki leaned back and took a smoke from Hanzo in the front seat. Keda was driving. Aki drew at the filter and exhaled from his nose without removing the roll from his lips. He leaned into his door and pushed his boot against Hiro's arm, seated on the other side, against the other window. Not unlike what they used to do in the back of dad's car, on their way to the beach, back when they were still all together. He listened to Kazuhiro go off about where they were going, but everyone already knew that was the plan. Aki tilted his head, a bit surprised, at Hiro's last comment. "This filth?" he asked as he pinched the cigarette and ashed it at Hanzo. The three laughed. "I'm not better than these loyal chaps, bro." he said and then actually stomped Hiro's arm, to cause pain. "But we're better than you, until you learn loyalty." The others hummed in agreement and Aki lifted his brows as the romanced the filter again, challenging Hiro to do something about it.

It wouldn't matter. Aki would finish the smoke and they'd arrive at the pretty little house.

Aki had his arm around his big brother again, as they walked up to the door, past a front lawn. Aki whistled at the fence and at how well kept everything was. Hanzo and Keda agreed with hoots. "You've come up in the world, haven't you, aniki?" he asked as he knocked on the door. He leaned into to whisper to the owner of the house, before anyone opened. "Hey, we gotta keep out story straight, right? I'mma say someone was mugging you, and we helped." From behind, to the two enforcers, the brothers looked like boys for a short moment, working on their lie so they wouldn't get in trouble. It wasn't like Kazuhiro got much of a choice, when Hatsuka unlocked the door and stuck her beautiful face out.

"Suka!" the little brother exclaimed. With his large jacket on over his black tanktop, he looked every bit the contrast he was to his brother. Though, with Kazuhiro so disheveled and scraped up, they might make a better match than usual. "We're here returning this little menace to ya." he laughed as he dove in for a hug. He locked around her before she could get to Hiro. The embrace was tight and his hands lingered just above her ass as they stroked her back. He made sure to look over his shoulder at Hiro before he let go. "Yeah. He got robbed and called us. We got his stuff back, but we figure today is an at-home day, yeah?" Before she could protest, he and his two friends walked in past her, leaving the two lovebirds to catch up. "Y'got anything to eat?" Aki asked as he quickly located the kitchen and the fridge. He was halfway buried in it, soon.

 

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Being stuffed into a tight space with his little brother was not something Kazuhiro liked. It was too tight, too close, too claustrophobic. It didn't give him much room, especially with the silent threat hanging in the air. The previous beating given by his brother's henchmen was enough to warn him what potential harm would follow suit if he didn't comply. It made him sick. He was no coward and gave as good as he got, but in the end he was just a lawyer, a business man used to dressing up and being pristine and neat, not some street thug who used their bodies like weapons and shields every day. There was an advantage his younger brother had in that sense, the only thing he had as a one-up on the older Jun brother. It was even more stifling when Aki took a smoke from one of the other men and lit it up, filling the cramp space with smoke that quickly filled his nostrils and lungs, burning his airways and making him cough violently. He fingered open the window a bit to try and filter out some of the smoke, glaring at his brother for having no consideration for him and his personal health. Not that Aki had ever truly cared about him in that sense, especially from their teen years and older.

Hiro sneered at Aki's remark to his comments on his henchmen and snorted as his brother pointed out he was no better. "Clearly you aren't." He remarked sarcastically which earned his arm a rather harsh stomp, wringing out a sudden cry of pain as he yanked his arm away and cradled it. It wasn't broken or anything, but it gave an ugly throb and a new bruise was quick to form under his jacket sleeve as he scowled darkly at the other Jun man. "You sonovabitch!" Spittle flew with the curses as he gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes briefly and his nostrils were flared out in pain. After a few sharp inhales and deep exhales, he regained some control over himself and his emotions as he opened his eyes and fixed his brother with another steely glare, unimpressed with him and his manners. It would set their father off if he had seen his son act like this. "Loyalty is earned, brother." He spat before his gaze drifted to the scenery outside of the car and realized where they were going. What driveway they were pulling into and felt his heart immediately drop. It felt like ice water had just been dumped over the top of his head and he sat there frozen, eyes wide in shock to realize that somehow his brother and his men had figured out where he lived. That the inquiry of his address had just been a sick formality, a test perhaps. He spat more curses as he was dragged out of the car, heart racing in his chest as he prayed that Hatsuka had left the home for some errands, but seeing her vehicle still parked near the garage was enough to confirm his worst fears.


Kazuhiro shook with rage as he hunched up his shoulders and reached around to grasp the back of his brother's shirt tightly, yanking it as he snarled down into his ear. "You better not touch her." It was one thing for him to have the daylights beaten out of him, he'd handle it and he'd move on. But Hiro would lose his mind if his brother disrespected and harmed his fiance. Though he knew in the end that his brother would not listen to his warning. Aki didn't listen to no one and that was what had always made him a problem. A thorn in his side, one that he had thought he had removed and got ridden of months ago. The mention of their cover story made his stomach turn and he made a face to show it. "Fuck you." But he'd comply because the aura from the three men around him was all he needed to know just how south things could go if he didn't. He was smart enough to cause too much of a scene right now even when all he wanted to do was lay his brother out until he lost all of that ego he had built up over these years. He didn't quite lean into his brother's hold, unfortunately the arm around his shoulders kept him in place and kept him slightly hunched, leaning into the idea of him being sore from being 'mugged' as his brother would explain.

When the door opened and Hatsuka stood there, Hiro was almost tempted to call out and tell her to run, but his voice caught in his throat. A knot formed instead as he watched her friendly smile suddenly go tense in confusion as she stared at Aki for a second before her gaze slowly made its way towards her fiance. Then her eyes went wide as saucers and Hiro knew that had his brother not launched forward to drag her into a hug, she would have rushed right to him. Instead, she tensed up immediately in the hug, arms held up and out awkwardly as if she didn't understand how she should respond. She lightly patted his back in return, spine stiffening at how close his hand felt to her bottom and slowly responded to Aki's explanation of what had happened to her fiance. Hatsuka didn't know if she quite believed the story, but Hiro also wasn't putting up a big protest about it so she couldn't outright call Aki a liar. They had never been close, only having met a few times before the funeral that caused the separation of brothers, but she had never felt at ease in his presence, and even more so now. "I, well, thank you for returning him home in one piece." She finally responded with a tight smile, missing the daggers and threat of death Hiro was shooting his brother when the younger man looked back at him.

Hatsuka faltered as the three men, two whom she had no idea who they were, entered their home, lips parting but unable to come up with a good reason to deny them. Especially if they truly did go and rescue Kazuhiro. Now that she was free, she quickly rushed over to her fiance and with shaky hands lightly touched his swollen, bruised face. When he flinched, she whimpered. "Oh Hiro, sorry! What did they do to you?" She gently touched each mark with trembling fingers, a mixture of sadness and rage at the sight of him being in such a state as she pouted. "Lets get you inside and cleaned up. I know we have some painkillers." She started to turn back to the house, but he grabbed her and pulled her into a hug, embracing her strongly as he breathed in her sweet, flowery perfume and murmured into her ear. "....Just be observant and careful okay? I'll get him out of here quickly. He isn't going to stay long." Hiro promised as he kissed her brow and took her hand, ignoring the inquisitive gaze as he led her inside to find that his brother and comrades had already dug into the dinner that Hatsuka had clearly been working on; miso soup, grilled mackerel, rice, and pickled vegetables.

Kazuhiro hid his limp the best he could as he began to loosen his tie and slip it free from around his neck, followed by shouldering off his jacket that Hatsuka quickly helped pull off and set aside to be cleaned. His button up was dotted with blood that made her fret before she quickly headed off into the bathroom to grab the med kit. Hiro was glaring at his brother the whole time as he stood at the edge of the kitchen. "You can finish your meal as a thank you," said dripping with sarcasm, "but then I'm going to have to kindly ask you to leave." He said kindly through clenched teeth and eyes saying he meant anything but kindly. It wasn't a request, it was an order. This was his home and all he had to do was call the police or have Hatsuka call the police and they'd be dragging these three sorry assholes out of his home and he'd make sure no respectable lawyer represented them. Before he could go even further in his threat, Hatsuka returned with the med box and a wet rag. She waved him to sit on the stool and began cleaning the blood from his face and neck, brows knit in concern as she did it as carefully as possible. She offered him a couple of painkillers, stiffly walking into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. She felt eyes on her the whole time that made the ends of her hair stick up. She swallowed down the nerves as she returned to Hiro and watched him pop the pills and chase them down with the water, Adam's apple bobbing with each long swallow. "Easy, Hiro." She said softly, standing before him as if almost trying to block the vision of her from the other three men.

Hiro smiled tightly at her as he took her hand and drew her close briefly, his expression getting almost possessive and protective as he looked back at Aki. Then he squeezed her hand and said soft but firmly. "Why don't you go relax in the bedroom while I talk to my brother and his friends? We have some catching up to do." He gave her a reassuring look as she hesitated before she nodded, leaned up and kissed him, before giving a stiff wave to Aki and the other men before hurrying off to the bedroom. When he heard the door shut, Hiro stiffly rose and stalked into the kitchen and swung his hand out, knocking the plate and chopsticks out of his brother's hand as he got into his face. "I don't know what sick game you think you are playing here, Aki, and I don't give a shit about what you want. What I want is you to get the fuck out before we both do something we regret!" He snarled, hand reaching up to grab the lapels of his brother's jacket and squeezed, jerking him slightly as he glowered into his face.

 

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Having Kazuhiro on a leash was fun. The others in the car knew it wasn't always easy to keep Kasaki's attention, especially when it didn't concern the work they did specifically. But his dedication to tormenting his brother was very telling. The car filled up with atmosphere, not just from the middle-range brand cigarette and the arson-flavored breaths of the younger brother, but because hatred permeated the air as well, from the formerly dignified lawyer. Hanzo took pleasure in creating a threatening environment while Keda continued manning the wheel. They had put pressure on people before, playing quiet, threatening games. This was a bit more lighthearted, but when it was applied to Kazuhiro, who wasn't really from their world, the result was hilarious. That's not to say there couldn't be grave consequences. Both of the enforcers were a bit surprised at how much Kasaki had allowed them to beat on his family member. It told them they shouldn't be holding back, and follow Aki's lead on this one, no matter what leniency they usually extended family in this business. How many times had Aki beat on them? Their rough friendship would not be to Hiro's benefit, if they decided he was a proxy for their boss, and they got to practice violence on him. The caution of the well-dressed man who rode with them suggested he understood his precarious position.

Getting to kick Hiro was as fun as always to Aki, but doing it harder than he used to was even more delicious. Hiro's reactions were reward enough, as was the following seething. Aki wondered if he'd be as inclined to intrude on Hiro's life if he'd been less reactive. That sour disposition soon turned into a worried one when Hiro saw their destination, like a prisoner realizing their relocation wasn't to another cell, but to the execution chamber. Hanzo looked into the mirror and saw the younger brother stare at Hiro, to catch all of the nuances of Hiro's anxiety. Aki even licked his lips at it. The two friends of the hooligan brother knew that Aki could be a cruel bastard, and it had set him apart enough to the higherups that they always talked about his potential. When Aki asked for something, he usually got it. He always delivered too, and took such pride in his work that he almost always outdid his quota. His more inspired work served as examples for other syndicates not to fuck with the Yakuza. Kazuhiro Jun should be worried if this erratic force was coming to his doorstep.

Aki's brows raised, dismissive and surprised, when Hiro tried to assert himself. Of course he'd try that. But to think it'd matter to Aki? He grinned and nodded, but the dramatic, mock fear in his face should tell Hiro just how much that was worth. "Oh, ok. You must really love her, sir." he blubbered out and then coughed to hold back laughter. It didn't change their road to the door. He still wrapped his arm around his brother, and palmed his shoulder, real intimate, as they walked. He made sure to push up right against where he'd kicked Hiro in the car, to agitate the pain. From behind, Keda thought he could see similarities in their posture. While Aki had a very prominent hoodlum hunch, and Kazuhiro was naturally more erect, they threw their feet the same way, and had a certain steadiness. Aki had more spring, like he was going to tackle someone at any given time, and Hiro was more withheld, like any civilized person. The contrasts sometimes underlined the similarities.

Hatsuka was beautiful. And clean. And everything that wasn't ruined yet. Just seeing Aki, she had an averse reaction, because he was the opposite of her own world. He thought she was the best thing all day, standing in the door of her perfect home. He hugger her tightly, and while he did not grab her ass, since he wanted to play loving brother-in-law a little longer, his chest pressed against hers, mashing against her tits. She smelled so good. No blood or sweat - just florals. All in all, she was adorable, and ripe for the plucking. He understood why Hiro was so fucking protective of her. And not an airhead, either. She just had to go along with their act so she wouldn't upset anyone. Aki lived off that. How many times should victims have run instead of betting on being calm and waiting it out? Sometimes it let him go far enough to trap them so they couldn't flee even if they decided to. Usually they let it go so far that he just needed minimal effort to mess them up. That was going to be the case here, too. Hiro was too afraid to do something, hoping could protect her, and she was so confused and uneasy she daren't so anything on her own. Human reactions in a crisis made Kasaki a lot of money.

The trio let the couple catch up while they raided her food supply. It was good to snack on while he watched the interaction between the two love bird. But even though he was feasting off the well and lovingly cooked fish and veg, he felt hungry, seeing her walk into the kitchen again. The three men had shadows under their eyes as they followed her until she walked out. Each of them had absolutely raped her in their minds before she was able to leave the kitchen. Aki still had rice on his cheek when Hiro came and swatted his plate out of his hold. Aki's jaw dropped, it was both in surprise and delight at his brother's threats. His hand shot out to the side to keep his two friends from engaging. Hiro had excused his lovely woman, but he hadn't considered the civility he was currently being afforded was because she was there? Aki licked his lips again, this time to clean off Hatsuka's perfect sauce. Seems the hospitality had dwindled in this home.

"Okay, big bro." he said, and his tone surprised the other two. He hung in his brother's grip on his jacket for a moment. Keda saw that there was on obvious difference in how they stood, when a fight was pending. Kasaki's hands came up like Hiro had a gun on him. "This is your house. It's not mine. Your beautiful girl and your perfect life." he went on and looked down, away from his brother's angry eyes. He sighed. And that's when Keda and Hanzo grinned. There he was. The Aki that made real bad situations to benefitted the Yakuza.

One of those raised hands slammed down, right across Hiro's face. It wasn't even a fist. It was a deafening slap. Usually, people hadn't been slapped like that before. Strong as he was, his open palm could do as much damage as a row of knuckles. It would certainly be enough to check his older brother, and underline the severity of things. And if Hiro still held on to his collar, it'd be to hold himself up. Aki would help by grabbing Hiro's shirt. The next hit would be a punch, right under Hiro's ribs by way of his stomach. It could take the air out of a fucking track and field star. Now free, Aki could shrug out of his jacket and leave only the black tanktop. Long arms, speckled with tattoos to tell of his new family.

"I didn't want to embarrass you in front of your bitch, but now you're going to disrespect me infront of my friends?" he asked and waved at them. They shook their heads like they were disappointed parents. In many ways, Hanzo and Keda were extensions of Kasaki Jun. "You know what?" Aki decided and started tearing at the shirt until his older brother's torso was naked, while he still surely would be struggling to recover from the punch. "If you're going to act like an animal, I'll treat you like one." he said and those words were familiar to the enforcers, both sipping on a beer they'd liberated from the fridge.

"And fuck you like one." both men said in unison, strongly suggesting they'd heard Aki say something similar, before. It's be an upsetting thing to hear, to the owner of the house. Aki nodded to them and they placed their beers on the counter, and rushed Hiro. They had very little trouble holding him down and relieving him of all his clothes, except for his socks. They stretched him by his ankles and wrist on his kitchen table, and Aki stole one of the half drunken beers and had a swallow, as he looked down at Aki's nude, pinned form, to see what kind of cock he'd be dealing with. Eyeing his older brother up and down, he tsk'ed.

"You can call her, you know." he said and finished the bottle loudly, and then burped before setting it in the sink, like that's where you put garbage. "Maybe she'll like to be part of this party?" He lifted Hiro's cock to flop it to either side. "Or you can host yourself." his eyes were abyssal, looking into Hiro's. The circumstances of this was clear.

 

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It made his stomach churn to witness his brother and his colleagues make themselves at home and eat their food. Especially after the two goons had beat the tar out of him, but acting completely innocent of the act in front of his fiance. Kazuhiro was on edge, pissed because he was letting the lie slide only because he feared the consequences to Hatsuka. He didn't want her mixed up in these twisted games his brother was playing and he intended to throw his ass out, make it clear he wasn't going to cower to his threats just because he thought he had some power over him. It felt good to get in his little brother's face, to lift him slightly off of his seat, and tell him to get out. His eyes narrowed as Aki just hung there and raised his hands almost as if in submission while avoiding his gaze. Hiro didn't believe the act one bit, especially with the sarcasm dripping off his tongue in droves. "You're right, this is my house and I don't want you or your circus monkeys on my property!" It was cruel, but Aki had proven to him that he was not the kind to clean up his act, that he thrived on the chaos and darkness he brought into this world, that he enjoyed too many illicit activities to give it up. Aki was a lost soul in his eyes and Hiro was disappointed, not only for himself, but for his parents that they had one son who was a complete failure as a proper citizen.

Hiro hadn't trusted the act, but he should have known better to let his little brother have any advantage over him. The hard open-palmed slap echoed in the kitchen and jerked him backwards, loosening his grip on his shirt as his hand flew to his bruised face. It pulsed anew with pain, teeth having rattled from the harsh blow, Before he could respond in retaliation, his own shirt was grabbed and a strong fist landed a blow to his stomach that had him crumpling to his knees in agony. Spittle flew from his lips as he choked on the pain radiating up from his abdomen, face scrunched up as he bit down on his lip hard enough to make it bleed. As much as it hurt, he didn't want to make enough noise that would draw Hatsuka out of the bedroom in concern and put her in the middle of this. He could barely groan as the air had been rushed out of his lungs and the pain was making it hard to draw oxygen back into them. He even saw a few black dots in his vision as he tried to stagger back to his feet as he cursed at his brother. "You...fucking....bastard."

Red-rimmed eyes raised to glare at Aki, ignoring the wavering of his vision in order to retain pride and lack of fear despite the circumstances. Hiro wouldn't let Aki's ego inflate in thinking he scared him, even by showing off his tattoos once his jacket was removed. A yakuza mutt. That's all Aki was and his lips curled in disgust as he wheezed and panted. "Fuck you." He spat, driblets of blood joining the spittle this time as he flung the glob towards his brother's face. He could give two shits about his brother's feelings at this point. He just wanted him gone, but it was hard to get his feet under him and fight back when he was so winded and his stomach was cramped up in pain. It didn't stop him from putting up a struggle when his brother suddenly began yanking and tearing at his shirt. He weakly bashed his fists against Aki's arms, but his shirt fell in tatters to the floor, leaving his torso bare. "The only animal here is you, fucker." He glowered at his brother, body swaying some as he struggled to regain strength. The other two men's comment followed by their sinister laughter had a cold rush go down his spine and he looked at them derisively. Whatever Aki did to others, he doubted he'd go that far. Surely. His brother was a monster, but not that kind of monster. Right?

A cry of shock and rage escaped him when he was suddenly bum rushed by Keda and Hanzo, body immediately tensing and going into fight mode as they easily managed to pin him down. It was embarrassing how easily they were able to do so, but it was two against one and Aki had already done a number on his body on top of the other whoopings he had gotten. Kazuhiro cussed through his clenched teeth as he felt filthy hands clawing at the remainder of his clothes, peeling them off until he was left stark naked outside of his socks. "Son of a bitch! Mother fuckers!" He hissed out as he was thrown onto the table onto his back, limbs spread out and held in firms grips by Aki's colleagues, despite how much he yanked on his arms and kicked with his legs, they maintained their holds. He blamed his out-of-breathe and weakened state for the fact he couldn't get himself free as he turned a glare from Keda to Hanzo then to his brother who stood at the end of the table, between his spread legs staring at his exposed body. His flaccid cock, four inches perhaps four and a half inches if being generous, rested upon his lower abdomen. The muscles around it were tense, trembling, under the intense gaze of his brother's wandering eyes. Perhaps his earlier thought that such an idea would never cross Kasaki's mind was entirely wrong.

Kazuhiro grit his teeth despite the goosebumps rising along his pale, battered flesh and began breathing rapidly out of his flared nostrils as he snarled at his approaching brother. "Fuck you. Leave her out of this!" There was no way he was summoning her out to see this, to witness this kind of humiliation and torture, and he knew his brother and his friends would be sick enough to turn the same attention on her. He'd kill them first before he let that happen though. He flinched and tried to jerk his hips back when Aki grasped his soft prick and flopped it back and forth, like a curious boy with a new toy. "Bastard, let me go. What the fuck kind of sick game you playing? All of this because I refused to represent your sorry ass? Always such a sore loser." He spat vehemently, body tensing up more as if in anticipation of the punishment he knew he was about to receive.

 

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Kasaki had looked into Hiro's eyes when the older sibling grabbed his collar. There was this conviction that simply because Aki was wrong, and Hiro was just, there'd be an outcome that reflected this. But the world didn't care about who was right. Aki's nightly life had proven that beyond a doubt. It shouldn't be a secret either, and the fact that Hiro as a lawyer had not caught on to that, meant he lived a very sheltered life. From what Aki had heard, Hiro only took on clients that he thought had a chance of actually being innocent. It reflected everything the hooligan knew about his brother, and his world view. Mom and dad certainly had brainwashed their golden child fully. But it was fun to see just how Kazuhiro tried to assert himself. And to a little brother, it was always exciting to make his brother lose it. Who would have thought invading his home and threatening his perfect wife and life would do that. He played the role a little longer, to prolong the fun and perhaps put on a show for Kede and Hanzo. But eventually it was time to teach the sheltered, suited man of this house another lesson about reality. Because something familial in Kasaki wanted Hiro to know how, see who he'd become, and why being older didn't mean being more powerful.

The slap marked a shift between them. It was Aki being honest, and showing himself. And the truth hurt Hiro's face. It shook him enough that Aki had no trouble holding him in place for the punch. It thrust the older brother half a foot in the air. Hiro landed on his knees after that, so the fall was even further than the flight. Aki looked down darkly, for a moment dropping his jester antics and just staring down at the victim he'd made of his brother, as Hiro tried to be quiet. Valliant. But like anything else victims put up against people like Kasaki and his merry men, it was useless. He would allow Hiro the illusion that he could keep Hatsuka from this, if only because it made him easier to deal with. How many times had the love between people become the noose that choked them to death, right in front of Kasaki's eyes? He had honestly never thought he'd involve his brother in this, but watching him crumble here, trying for weak verbal retort to a physical assault, was as arousing as it was amusing. If they were going to work together going forward, it was appropriate Kazuhiro got the same initiation as all the others who worked directly under Kasaki.

There was still an attitude in Hiro when Aki went down to him, tearing at his clothing. But it was the kind of bite girls had, who didn't understand their new role in life. Hiro would have to take that journey from spoiled, pristine brat, to princess with a cock in her ass, too. It spoke to how protected this man felt in the system and in his own house, that he still didn't fucking get it. If they could do this when his beautiful fiancé was in the next room, did he really think there were any limits to their intentions? Aki had already plucked Hiro out of his life and put him in this situation, hadn't he? And that was out of a whim. He liked seeing Hiro's chest, free from scars but with a red mark over his diaphragm, the size of Aki's fist, and his put-off expression, moments after having been punched down. But there was a proper amount of fear in Hiro's handsome, weak features, when Kede and Hanzo chimed in. There was a grin that crushed Hiro's hopes on his little brother's lips. Maybe he was finally starting to get it?

There were things about big bro's body that reminded of his own as it flailed. But because of all the things Hiro had gotten, their muscle tone was different. Neither of them were bulky men, but the arms sticking out of Aki's tanktop were littered, barbed, with sinew and shadows after having to fend for himself in the small hours, when Hiro was at home and sleeping soundly, resting up to be pretty for the day. It ended up with big bro spread on the table, furious like a caught cat, and just as weak. Kede and Hanzo had one leg and one arm each. They'd crossed Hiros wrists and parted his knees, perfectly available to the younger Jun's discerning eyes. Hanzo blew out laughter at seeing the miniscule dick. "No wonder he's angry all the time." the thicker of the enforcers said. Kasaki shrugged as though apologizing for his brother's small equipment. "I guess you must get it from your dad, then?" Hanzo mused.

Aki finally wiped his face of the spit Hiro had so generously donated to him when on his knees. He squeezed the smaller cock as he rolled the saliva in his other hand. Aki thumbed the small, soft head and started gently jerking his big brother's small cock. "Well, if you don't want her to come, then you better be a quiet little mouse, eh, bro?" he said and both Kede and Hanzo sshhhhed in choir. The friction and attention to the miniature prick was sure to get it going, despite the anger having built in Hiro's body, or even because of it. Aki nodded to his men and they folded Hiro's legs along his body, all but shoving his knees into his armpits, to angle his asshole slightly upward. It of course looked very much indignant since the grown man still had his socks on, like a teen girl trying to be sexy for her first lover. Aki used Hiro's own spit from his free hand to introduce a fingertip into his anus, and roll it around in there as more of the digit slid in. Expertly, he was soon letting the finger go in and out of that precious decimal, and pushing with rolling motions on the prostate hill in there. All the while starting to jerk the little prick with three fingers and a thumb.

"No wonder Hatsuka looks so sexually frustrated, huh?" he said, looking at the inferior twig. When he got up on his knees on the table, it was like a wolf had jumped onto the surface, ready to devour. If nothing else, the setting of Kasaki's shoulders, like he was going to beat the shit out of Hiro, and the darkness in his eyes, a cold blooded beast, should finally show the older brother just what Aki had turned into. He had intention radiation off him, a true goal to fuck him. He had let go of Hiro's dick and slipped out from flinger fucking his ass and massaging his prostate, to unbuckling his own jeans. The cock that was produced was half risen, and even now it was double Hiro's length and girth. Which also doubled his worth as a man. He laid his cockhead onto Hiro's small balls, that would have shrunken from fear or arousal or both. As he rubbed the bulbous, dark head against the defenseless scrotum, he lubricated the sack with pree. And then sliding it up over and far beyond Hiro's own cock, to show their difference in size. Kede whistled, impressed.

"Now that's a cock, your honor." Kede commented. Both Kede and Hanzo pulled more at the legs folded at Hiro's sides to present his ass further to their leader and Aki squeezed Hiro's cock to the bottom of his own, jerking both of them against each other. He looked into Hiro's eyes.

"You wanna say something rude again, big brother, or would you like to start begging?"

 

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There had always been a sense of superiority Kazuhiro had felt growing up over his little brother. It was just the simple rankings of the family and the simple fact that he had led a virtuous, morally righteous lifestyle while Kasaki did the opposite. It had inflated his ego whenever their parents praised him and scolded Aki in the same breathe and it had led to this. Bitter, torn feelings between brothers who should have been close and bonded, especially after losing their parents. Instead it had furthered the rift between them and now the damage was even worse. This was going beyond the normal arguing and fist fights they were prone to. No, this had stepped into a territory that would break them fully. There would be no going back, no amends to be taken, and Kazuhiro was coming to terms with that quite quickly as he was lowered to his knees by the punch to his diaphragm. Had that been all Aki had done, Hiro might have been able to look past it and just move on after throwing his ass out of his home, but things progressed into a more twisted scenario that left Hiro shocked and pissed when his clothes was snatched from his body and he was wrestled onto the table, spread and exposed to these three men's vulture-like eyes.

The fear began to creep in more when he was spread so openly for his brother and the look in Aki's eyes was something he had never seen there before. Dangerous, ill, and dark. It proved just how far his brother had fallen, to allow himself to get some kind of joy by humiliating his older brother like this. And even to get aroused by it. The bulge in his brother's jeans was enough to tell him that the look in his brother's eyes was just as he was fearing. The mockery of his own size had him snarling and glowering at the three men as he tried to kick at them, knowing his arms were useless as they were crossed behind his head. "Shut the fuck up. Let me go!" He declared indignantly, knowing he was giving them what they wanted by reacting, but he had never been so humiliated and had such fear instilled in him all at once. Something like this had never occurred to him of being a possibility, even though he had seen many court cases of rather vile human beings doing similar things. The fact that he could do nothing but let these men manipulate his body and have them push his knees to his pits, exposing his dignity for them all to see made him tremble furiously as Aki stroked his flaccid cock.

"You are a sick sonuvabitch, Aki! Are you proud of this?" Hiro spat vehemently through gritted teeth, eyes squinting and face twisting as he tried to ignore the way his body was responding to the touch. He felt betrayed by his own body for his cock to slowly harden under his brother's palm, horrified that he could even manage to get him hard when he was not at all interested in the first place. It only made him try to stiffen up his muscles in his legs and kick harder, try to break free of the strong, forceful grip on his limbs forcing him into this uncomfortable position. It was testing his flexibility, which he didn't have nearly as much as his fiance did, and it was a strain, which was also putting pressure on his bruised diaphragm making breathing a little more of a struggle. He breathed heavily through his nose as he watched Aki gather his spit on his finger and lower his hand between his thighs, eyes flashing open wide when he felt the digit press against his anus and breach the tight ring of muscles, making him curse as loudly under his breathe as he dared so not to draw attention to the other room where Hatsuka was. "No-argh! You sicko! You monsters! Let me go!" He writhed and struggled to get away from the questing digit poking around his lower cavity, where he had never been touched before. It didn't necessarily hurt, but it stung and was extremely uncomfortable and unwanted, but even so he felt a spark of pleasure send a jolt to his groin when he felt the finger press into a spongy node within. "Fuck!" He hissed as he clenched his eyes shut briefly, thigh muscles jumping and tensing as he felt his cock pulse in his brother's grip.

"Don't talk about her. Keep her name off your tongue, you perverted bastard!" Hiro hissed out, glaring daggers with red-rimmed eyes up at the monster he was somehow related to. Never before would he had thought Kasaki would do something this twisted, this deranged, this sadistic, but it just showed him he hadn't known his brother too well. That he had turned a blind eye on him and let him fester in the shadows of the dark underworld, let him grow into this festering monster who had no qualms to take advantage of people, even his own brother. Hiro struggled harder once more when Kasaki climbed onto the table with him, eyes almost bulging with rage and warning to back off as he watched his younger brother unzip his pants and pull his own cock free. It made Hiro's stomach drop and a cold sweat break out at the size of the beast he produced. It only rubbed it in the fact that he was a lesser man in comparison, making his stomach twist with nausea and rage at the unfairness of it. How could a god grant someone as cruel as Aki with a cock that size? It seemed like it was just a weapon, ready to sever someone and fuck them to death because there was no way that thing fit properly in anyone, let alone someone's ass!

His cock, which Aki had managed to work into full hardness and even to the point of producing some white beads at the pink head, wilted a little in fear as Aki pressed the beast against his shrinking testicles. It was like his whole body was reacting and screaming 'NO' in response to the sight of it. The fact he was so powerless too made it worse and for once, Hiro was truly afraid of his brother. His breathing became more erratic and abnormal as he was subjected to the sight before him, feeling the heavy thing lay across his abdomen alongside his much smaller one, flinching and trying to draw back when Aki's hand grasped them together and stroked them. It was hard not to compare now that they were pressed skin to skin, and Kede and Hanzo's words were not helping matters. He wished he could punch them and his arms tensed up as if he would follow through, but was unable to tear his arms free to do so. His eyes darted up to the meet the dark orbs of his brother as they were face to face, able to feel each other's hot breathe as Aki spoke.

Kazuhiro grimaced and grit his teeth, not wanting to cower to his little brother and his minions, but he also didn't want to get raped by the man either. It made his head spin to even think his brother would do this to him! "Aki," he gritted out as he swallowed and shook his head. "Stop this. We can talk about this. I can hook you up with a good lawyer, whatever you want. It wouldn't look good to the courts if I represented you anyways. I'd be too close to the client. You don't want to do this, I'm your brother. Not some....hooker on the street." He muttered as he tried to calm his racing heart and the responses of his cock to the touches, that was easily becoming distracting. "I won't bring this up to no one if you just back off now and leave."

 

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Hiro was still cussing and thrashing about best he could, but something had changed between them. Whereas a truly confident owner of this home would have yelled or done worse, there was something subdued in Hiro's motions and voice, despite their avid protests. Aki had seen and tasted this kind of change before, and locked into it like any beastly predator. He still got his brother naked, and still put him on the table. This was just a dance now. Before, Aki had been testing, going with his own impulses to see just what might happen, what might inspire him to do more. Maybe he had thought an ore in his big brother would somehow get out of this, and appease them. But he saw now that he had hit the limit of his big brother's strength. It was hard not to see that truth, when the seething nude body was served up, and those long legs spread to expose both an inferior dick, and that scrumptious, soon to be deflowered asshole. He had never really thought he'd get such a perfect view of Kasuhiro's vulnerability, but he discovered that he quite liked it. And that it didn't look wrong, despite the dignity with which Hiro liked to carry himself.

The feral creature now caught in Kede's and Hanzo's grip moved about as much as he could, which was close to nothing at all. Casually, the little brother started playing with Hiro's dick and asshole. He couldn't help but laugh at his brother's panic when he saw and felt what he was doing. Aki tilted his head in mock sympathy for the now growing penis. He looked at his compatriots and they scoffed. Kasuki could make anyone aroused if he got full access to them. The poor lawyer had never stood a chance, especially with his inexperience and no doubt vanilla sex life. The sinew connecting Hiro's pelvis to his thighs lifted and it was a pretty sight, emphasizing his small package and now hard cock. It was truly fascinating to see his brother's anatomy like this. Aki had never thought of how perfect for fucking his big, dignified brother could look. And how pathetic his warnings could sound. Aki was much more interested in the compromised breaths and strained facial expressions around clenched teeth. Like he wanted to tell Aki to fuck him. "Son of a bitch? We have the same mom, dude." he mocked as his finger didn't let up inside that filthhole. He could tell by the change in Hiro's voice and struggling, as well as a twitch in his cock, that he was starting to feel the finger inside his ass. So, the golden boy was a human, after all? Especially when that finger prodded his prostate.

When he got up on the table and Hiro flung more insults, it only aroused the younger Jun. He was eager, indeed like a little brother, to show of his cock. And the way Hiro exploded into fear and anger made a bead of precum grow on the larger slit. He saw the body under him bead with sweat. Aki knew he had a big dick, but it was very validating to see his brother almost go insane at the look at it. Even someone as civilized as Kasuhiro was subject to the primal meter of judging one's manliness against someone else's. And then, there'd be no doubt who was more of a male. He proudly let Hiro's anxiety build at the mere presence of the tool that would break him. "I can say her name however much I want. She's my hostess." About Hatsuka. The contact between their genitalia wilted Hiro's a bit, and that in turn made Aki's twitch with animalistic pride. Connected by the grip Aki had on both lengths, he saw Hiro start to almost hyperventilate. Hanzo cheered when Hiro tried to punch at them, but of course couldn't. "What's wrong, big bro? I thought this would be good bonding time." Aki mocked as he squeezed their cocks together tighter, and mashed their balls. Soon their precum was mixing, and it would seem Hiro's smaller peen was actually providing most of the lube. Aki, to no one's surprise, had better control over even his emissions.

Aki's brows darted upward once when Hiro's voice changed, strained to be level. He focused on the begging face of his older brother and waited for him to say his bit. He even nodded along, but the way he didn't let up on jerking their dicks should let Hiro know it was useless. But people in Hiro's position needed to believe that what they did might be worth something. "Wow. That's really generous of you, big bro." he said and that made Hanzo and Kede chuckle. It was probably the almost convincing cadence of Aki's voice. He started letting go. And leaned forward. "I am so sorry for scaring you. I never knew you could be so easily rattled." The two others made a face, because Aki had changed his persona to a more seductive one. He was now only jerking Hiro's cock. With hips hips against Hiro's ass, it was easy to bend over him. "Could you ever forgive me?" he asked.

And then his head dropped to kiss his brother's lips. It was firm at first, and more and more forceful. Confident he could elicit responses from Hiro, he looked to the side and nodded to Hanzo, who slowly let go of Hiro's leg to reach for a jar of coconut oil on the counter next to the island where they'd served Hiro up. Soon Hanzo was slathering Aki's dick with the natural lubricant as the little brother was sharing his tongue into Hiro's mouth. Hiro might be swayed by the rough kiss because he was likely inexperienced in the skillfull intrusion of his mouth, or he may know that it was good to appease his brother who held all the power. Also, a lot of men would be more malleable when their dicks, however small, were tended to. Either way when Aki lifted his face from his brother's, there were strings of saliva, like curtains connecting their mouths.

He sat up, and now Hiro would see the darkness in his eyes as he got in position behind him. "You're going to be a good girl now, Hiro." he said, almost gentle in his darkness. Inevitable. He lifted his hips and aligned his now lubed cock against his brother's asshole, and started pushing, ever forward, and the anus would either open up or tear, but he wouldn't stop until the head was pushed in. "And I'm going to make you a woman." he said as he continued to feed his cock, inch by inch, into his big brother's little hole. He had the kind of position where he could see everything. His brother's victimized asshole, the small balls and dick above it, the flat torso, and his brother's face. He grinned like the monster he was as he journeyed deeper into the place he wasn't invited, expanding his brother's horizons as well as his lower digestive system. The slippery cock was steady on its path. Two fingers pinched the smaller cockhead harshly, while the hole under it was being filled up. It was so fucked up that he was deflowering his brother, but it was so arousing her was already steadily pouring pree into his brother's stomach.

"Scchhhhh..." he whispered. "Just take it like a good little bitch, and don't call any attention to yourself. Or we're going to have a party where Hatsuka's invite too." That was inevitable, but he didn't want to squash Hiro's hopes yet, when they could still be used against him. "Am I the biggest you've ever had?" he mocked and the two other laughed.

 

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Kazuhiro wanted to yell and scream when Aki pointed out the obvious fact that they shared the same mother, all while his degenerate finger was questing through his lower bowels where it didn't belong. The fact that his brother held no remorse, no regret, no shame in what he was doing to his own older brother made Hiro nauseous. Instead of yelling, he just glared even harder, to the point of straining his eyes whilst he clenched his teeth to the point of gnashing them. The discomfort and strangeness of having something thrusting inside of his body made him squirm, made him groan in disgust and hatred of the act, made him feel dirty. Yet no matter how hard he struggled, the three men were stronger than him and had outwitted him, no matter how much he had touted how smart he was throughout his life. None of those kind of smarts made up for the fact that he wasn't on the same level as these three street walkers. Just the sight of his little brother crawling over him on the table and letting their size differences be known skin-to-skin set his heart racing in the kind of fear he had never felt before. Least of all in the presence of his brother. Kasaki had always irked him, got under his skin, made him feel things he didn't enjoy, but never anything like this. This was completely new and worse!

Hiro was breathing hard through his flared nostrils, lips thinned as he clenched his jaw shut, feeling the unfamiliar hand stroking him alongside the unnatural length that belonged to his brother. It was emasculating and though he knew he should be above such base thoughts, he was still a man at heart and prone to pride. The fact that his pride that he had developed all of these years with his accomplishments, his comfortable life, and perfect partner, was crumbling by this dick measuring was sickening. He hated to hear the other men laugh at his meager size, the one thing he couldn't measure up with with his little brother. The idea that Aki had something to gloat over him made him more furious. Even more so when the other brought up his fiance. "She's got nothing to do with this. Leave her alone." He ordered, still holding onto stubbornness that this was his house, his rules, no matter how much power had been stripped from him. His hands clenched with the desire to throw a punch, but strong holds kept his arms flat to the table.

Hiro cussed under his breathe as Aki went back to stroking them together, to mashing their balls together, and driving it home just how pathetic and weak he was in lieu of the other. "Well you thought wrong." He snapped back, brows twitching and limbs struggling more to get away from the unwanted advances. Especially against his own body's betrayal. The fact he could get hard and even weep pre-cum was making him want to yell again in frustration because he didn't want this. He didn't enjoy it. He wanted nothing to do with being touched by his brother like this! How could his body dare get hard from it? The worst part was knowing what else his brother intended to do. It was in the look he was giving him, behind the shadows of his eyes, a foreboding feeling consuming the lawyer as he laid prone and exposed. As much as he refused to beg and give his brother what he wanted, he also didn't want to get raped and felt they could compromise even if he felt Aki didn't deserve it. Just for this he deserved to rot in jail for the rest of his life.

It was a last ditch effort and Kazuhiro knew deep down that it wouldn't work. His brother was far past listening and had never been one to take orders regardless, and compromising was not a word in his vocabulary. His brother made a good act of playing along to his declaration, but Hiro felt the dropping feeling that he was screwed no matter how much he pleaded otherwise. The soft, seductive tone was almost mocking and made him grimace, the apology was completely false, and it made him growl in frustration that his brother wasn't seeing reason here. That he was willing to go through with his plan that would absolutely shatter them and make them brothers no longer, not even when they shared the same DNA. This would end any possibility of repairing their brotherhood, but Kasaki didn't seem to care. When he mockingly asked if he could forgive him, Hiro met his gaze sharply and snarled. "Never."

Then he was being kissed like he only had ever been kissed by his fiance. Hiro's eyes flew open wider then narrowed as he struggled again, trying to pull his face away from the demanding mouth. But Aki was forceful, not letting him get away, and despite his protest, he managed to slip his tongue into his mouth. Hiro would have bit him had he been able to, but instead he tried to force the offending appendage out of his mouth with his own tongue, which only seemed like he was trying to have an oral dance with him instead. Frustrated noises rose from his throat as he felt a grip on his leg loosen. He tried to kick at Aki, but the angle and the way he was pressed down by his younger brother made the movement impossible and panic began to grip his chest. Overwhelming the previous warmth of pleasure that had been bubbling up in his loins despite his otherwise lack of interest in the affair. His body instinctively knew what was going to happen next, even before Aki pulled away from the kiss, only connected still by a small sliver of saliva.

"Don't. Aki, please." For the first time that evening Hiro's voice was softer, pleading, less combative as he stared up into the darkness of his brother's soul. How far they had stumbled as brothers laid out before him as he watched, but more so felt, Aki line his cock up with his asshole, making him shrink back against the table as he shook his head in denial. "Stop this, brother." There was a hitch to his voice then it divulged into a stutter gasp of pain as the bulbous head pushed through the tight ring of muscle that was trying its hardest to reject him. Hiro's body was completely tense and unwelcoming, despite the previous digit that had explored its depths before. The pressure and insistence of the cock pushing into him caused ripples of pain to travel through his body. The deeper his brother pushed, the more painful it got. Hiro felt like he was choking on air as he stared in wide-eyed horror up at the ceiling, refusing to watch his brother rape him, especially as he felt the hot trickle of blood travel along his cheeks and thighs. He was tearing and the pain was excruciating as the cock carved its way through his channel. It didn't belong, he wasn't meant to be there, to fit there and his limbs jerked, but could do nothing to defend himself from the most sinister act imaginable.

A sharp whine of pain followed the pinching of his cockhead and Hiro slammed his head in pain and frustration against the table as it felt like it was never going to end. It was only by some miracle that he managed to keep himself from hollering and drawing Hatsuka's attention. He could only pray she didn't hear the act and come check on him. His teeth dug into his bottom lip, hard enough it drew blood, and he tasted the coppery liquid as he tried to focus on breathing. It was difficult though and he knew his chest was rising and falling rapidly in panicked breathing. Tears had prickled at the corner of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. His face flushed red from the strain and fighting his own emotions as he stared with hatred up at his brother. His words made his stomach turn in knots and only made him yearn with vengeance as he snarled. "Fuck you. Just get this over with and get the fuck out." He squeezed his eyes shut tight, swallowing the lump in his throat, as he felt his brother bottom out. His body felt stuffed and not in a good, content way after a nice meal. He almost felt faint and dizzy, his body already aching from the previous beating and now his asshole was torn and lubing up his intestines for Aki.

"You think your funny now, but I will have the last laugh." Hiro snapped under his breathe before shooting bloody spit at Aki's face in retaliation to the mocking. It may not be today, but he would make sure Aki and his comrades paid for this. He would do everything in his power to make sure Aki faced a judge and was sentenced to life in jail, no bail, just a life sentence. Heck if he were lucky he might could plead for a death penalty. Darkness swirled in his own mind at all the ways he could make Aki pay for tearing his life apart like this, for raping him.

 

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Hiro's eyes were charged with emotion, but the surety with which he'd hold himself in other familial situations, when mom and dad would back him up, not to mention his own sense of superiority, wasn't there. Instead there was a hollow where all the confidence had been. The anger and hatred were trying to fuel him on their own, but Aki wasn't impressed. He had seen those things fail because people didn't know how to use them. They were fuel, but to what? Hiro didn't have the hardware for any of it. And Aki would stunt him from growing such talons and fangs. He knew how to turn pretty things like Hiro, especially ones who thought they were above others, into something worth while for himself, and maybe the syndicate. He quite liked the idea of a lawyer who had to suck his dick while saving his ass. He grinned at both the thought, and Hiro's expression, as he explored his big brother's ass. The smaller cock was certainly perking from the attention. And of course it did, because housewives like Hatsuka had it in them to be abominable whores, but without training, and with too soft lives, they were never as good as someone like Aki. It was obvious Hiro hated what was happening. And how it made him feel. His little brother's shit eating grin likely didn't make it any easier.

The way Hiro flinched when his little peen was compared both intimately, by touch, and verbally to Aki's monster of a limb, let Aki know the very primal blow his big brother had taken. So there was this kind of comparison in Hiro's mind too? Well, so far, Aki hadn't met any male who didn't feel that way. While some got off on the humiliation having a smaller dick, no one was unaffected by it. It made him squeeze the smaller dick harder to his own. What a lovely way to bond as brothers, and how Aki may inherit the role of the superior sibling, in just one evening. He rolled his hips slightly to mash their balls together, Aki's sack enough to swallow up all of Hiro's, and his balls big enough to dwarf the peas in Hiro's small bag. This was killing Hiro in a whole new way. It was so good to see his brother toppled, and it wasn't just by force. Even without being held down, Hiro could never change the fact that his younger sibling had outgrown him like this. Out of caveman mentality, Kasaki was a better man than his older brother, just by merit of cock size.

The three of them laughed loudly, almost enough to have warranted Hatsuka to actually come out, when Hiro forbade them contacting her. It was perhaps just the attempt at authority that amused them. They had done enough to make him deathly afraid to have his precious fiancé involved, but certainly they'd taught him that his word meant nothing right now. It was nothing unusual, Aki supposed, but it was just so new seeing it from his proud brother. Watching him fall from grace so suddenly was such a treat. He wouldn't let up just on account of Hiro's disapproval, though, but he looked around for the agreement of the two other men that their captive was being ridiculous. They huffed in agreement, and dismissed the held-down man with a roll of their eyes. "Alright, alright, big guy." Aki gave as he squeezed Hiro's cock against his own again, to remind him that there was nothing big about him that either of his tormentors respected. It was pandering, not unlike a voice that Hiro might have used on Aki, when he was stuck babysitting what turned out to be a very violent criminal. "We won't touch our hostess. But wherever will our frustrations go instead?" More laughter, and pointed looks down at the collection of lawyer meat laid before them.

Hiro did not agree that this would make them tighter as brothers. "How could it not? Look at our cocks. Especially yours. You're literally creaming yourself trying to lube me up." He said and swung their dicks together, which was mostly his own swaying since Hiro's was too small to have the slack from the grip. Aki laughed shortly and the two others boomed with cackles. It was true, though. Just taking a picture, it would be hard to argue that the smaller dick wasn't the more keen one out of the two. Hiro pulled at his arms again and by now Aki had to assume it was because part of him must like the feeling of failing against overwhelming strength. People always thrashed longer than they had to. Aki had always thought it'd be smarter to conserve their energy for the actual fucking and moaning they were about to do for him. Kede and Hanzo certainly didn't budge, and everytime Hiro struggled it moved his ass a bit, like he was wagging it eagerly, since his motions couldn't translate into his arms or legs very well. Not to mention how it triggered the hunting instincts in the younger male. He continued to lube them both up with Hiro's pree. He even had to stroke beyond Hiro's cock on his own, and did so dramatically, with big bends of his wrist to drive the pointe home. He had wanted to show his cock off to Hiro for the longest time, but there was never a fitting opportunity. Seemed now was a better time than ever. Every illusion of older brother birthrights were caving in on the favored son of the Jun family, right here on his own kitchen table.

Hiro got further bothered when Aki started his false groveling. It's all he wanted, right? For Aki to see the error of his ways and express it. People don't like seeing their dreams realized when there are horrors waiting behind them, but it makes it hard to know what to ask for next. Hiro didn't even appreciate the attention paid only the his cock, by as many fingers that the meager length could host. For a burglar, Aki thought he was being rather amendable. His brother's expression said Hiro did not share his opinion. Aki gasped, and did a fair impression of being hurt when there was no forgiveness from Hiro. He squeezed the lesser rod as though for his own comfort at being rejected. "What must I do?" He breathed and Honzu was tearing up from his own laughter. Aki threw a look the brute's way but quickly returned to his folded and served up brother.

It made the kiss more relevant, as though he was desperate to mend their relationship. He groaned with approval as his brother returned the pressure with his tongue, even if it wasn't meant that way. Kede commented that it was and both watchers were eager to ingest the visual spectacle. Hiro looked almost maidenly when he kicked his leg.

And then it was time. Aki's head tilted coldly as his brother begged. Aki locked his lips free of Hiro's spit. There was a predatory grin that negated every fearful sweetness that Hiro tried to apply to this, hoping to finally make his little brother see reason. He saw that panic in Hiro when the fat head found it's next home between them. And upon victimizing that decimal, forcing it wide with a lot of help from the well smelling lubrication, Hiro wouldn't even look at him. But Aki could still see him, in turn. And how every inch buried reflected in the wrinkles of pain in his brother's face. Whatever slickness the coconut oil couldn't provide was added when his brother tore and his blood mixed with the oil on the fat, invading cock.

"He's a virgin." Hanzo said, and Aki quickly looked at him.

"Was." Aki corrected and all three of them had a laugh about it. Hiro would be able to feel it in his own body, transmitted through Aki's cock into his ass.

Hiro was coming apart. Much like he was in labor, and Aki looked at the physiological clues in awe. He had never appreciated this in others before it happened to Hiro. Hiro's lips bled from his own teeth, and he was breathing as though he was drowning. Valiantly, he kept from raising his voice too much. The little brother huffed when he was fully inserted. Finally they were playing games together again. Hiro had been able to take it all, even if it had actually broken his asshole. Aki stared with beastly glee at Hiro when he finally looked back, and with such an emotional expression! The little brother was actually drooling a bit. He rolled Hiro's small cockhead between his finger harder, digging his nails into it. Maybe Hiro would become a painslut by the end of this. Maybe it was the only way he'd survive.

"You sound so eager, brother." The title was an imitation of the sweet, begging tone Hiro had tried at before. It earned a chuckle from Kede.

Aki gasped with wonder when he saw the hatred in Hiro. He started pulling out of his ass, slowly. So this was how the insides of his hoity-toity brother felt like? Aki had never dreamed of actually knowing. And then a challenge surfaced in his own eyes at the vehemence in Hiro's.

He started moving back and forth, like he was trying different depths in Hiro. Soon there were long strokes, rather slow, spanning the entire length of his cock's capacity, from almost popping out of the already broken anus, to when his hips mashed against Hiro's ass, making the little brother sigh from that feeling of being fully enveloped.

"He's made for you, boss." Hanzo breathed in admiration when Aki was entirely sheathed. As Aki drew out, he nodded, having a thoughtful expression as though truly trying to figure the ass out, studying every inch of it with his cock.

"Not quite. But I'll make him fit." He said, determined. His pace picked up, and he supported himself on Hiro's flat chest, between his folded up thighs. Aki bent and hunched his own back to force the cock rhythmically into his sibling. Soon he was fucking Hiro rather hard on his own kitchen table.

"Unnggg... Not too bad." He sighed out and looked down at where the bleeding asshole was choking on him. And there was that little, rock hard cock, too, swaying with the pace. "You could use a bit of training but for a first, you're pretty good.. I'm proud of you." He said and then looked into Hiro's eyes, dropping his jaw to over exaggerate how good it felt. His pleasure was a mockery of Hiro now. Though, Aki wouldn't be in this business if he hadn't learned to appreciate the feeling of an unwilling but pried open asshole, even when it gripped him so fucking hard.

His hands pushed at his brother's chest to let him fuck even harder, his pelvic hill crushing and stimulating Hiro's balls upon each impact.

"You're just one of my bitches now, Hiro. I'll fuck you anytime I want and eventually that's all you're going to be to the world: a container for my cock and a rag for my cum." And Hiro would see in his little brother's eyes that he fully believed it. "And you're going to be the best fucking lawyer you can be on the side of being my whore." He moved faster as he explained through his teeth. Kede was exclaiming at how Aki was messing Hiro up. The table legs and floor had certainly seen better days. "Isn't that right, big bro?" He asked and thrust the hardest he had yet, to fuck the answer out.

At this juncture, Kede and Honzu even started letting Hiro's limbs go. His legs had proven useless, and obviously Aki could handle his arms if they acted up. Besides, as though as any man thought they were in their own home, Hiro was getting grudge fucked in the ass. Maybe that would take the fight out of him.

Aki turned his head away and coughed at the bone hard crush from Hiro's sphincter and intestines. "Fucking relax bro. Make me feel welcome here." He said with labored humor, having already spent a lot of precum in the vice like asshole. It seemed the only way the lawyer could do anything to his brother was with his ass. And that wasn't a lot of power, and even using it, it might not give the older sibling what he wanted.