I hope it's too ur liking..!! I took some liberties w the setting ^^'

Ryoji was late.

Which wouldn’t have been so odd had he at least called, but the house phone stayed silent the entire afternoon. Minato tried not to think too much of it as he did homework and reheated leftovers, taking his dinner alone. Time stretched into the evening until he was brushing his teeth alone, and climbing into bed alone. His big brother usually tucked him in, and despite Minato’s insistence that he was too old to be tucked in, he ached for one of Ryoji’s lullabies.

He still set out Ryoji’s futon next to his for whenever he came home. If he came home. Maybe he’d gotten tired of caring for a little brother, of having to work and attend school because their parents weren’t around to take care of them anymore. A boy in college shouldn’t have to take care of a little kid like him.

Evening slowly morphed into night and the darkness had him reaching for the stuffed bear their mother had gifted to him when he was younger. He wasn’t sure how long it was until he faintly heard the front door slide open. Shoes hit the ground soon after, and the door was closed.

Relief flooded Minato, who had worried himself into a fitful sleep. Ryoji hadn’t left him, after all. He was just a little late from school.

Ryoji’s footsteps were a little odd, as if he couldn’t quite keep a straight path, and he reached their shared room after some time. The door clicked open to Minato’s body tucked under the covers, futons perfectly laid out for the night.

He blinked his eyes open when Ryoji stepped into their room, humming something under his breath. Just before he could sit up, Ryoji’s weight joined him on his futon, body pressing against him under the blankets. Minato relished in how warm he was, how his arms wrapped around him in the dark so tight. The same grip Minato had on his stuffed bear just minutes ago. He felt a little like a toy for Ryoji to hug.

But something was different.

“Ryo-nii,” he said, voice laced with sleep, “why do you smell like that?”

The smell was awful. Sour and a little like the rubbing alcohol they kept in the first aid kit. Minato remembered his father smelling like this every so often on the weekends, when he’d come home late just like Ryoji had.

“Are you…” What was that word their mother would use? He racked his sleepy brain for it, combing through memories of his parents that he’d tried to push away. “Drunk? Ryo-nii?”

Ryoji giggled, turning his head to rub his cheek against his hair. “Nooo way. Jus’ had a few drinks with my friends, Mina-chan. I feel really good.”

Minato was only ten but even he knew alcohol had a way of making people feel good in a bad way. Their mother always said their father had a way of chasing that good bad feeling, and had forbidden either of her sons to follow after him. Minato took it to heart. He’d assumed Ryoji had done the same.
Even if Minato wanted to move, he hardly could with how heavy Ryoji’s weight was around him, almost pinning him down to his futon. The most he could do was wriggle against the arms pulling him closer to Ryoji’s chest, frowning when he felt his big brother bury his nose against his hair and inhale.

“Stop moving so much,” his big brother whined, “lemme just hold you for a bit.”

This wouldn’t be such a weird request if Ryoji was in his right mind. But the way his arms were holding him so tight, as if he were scared he would run away and never come back was beginning to scare Minato a bit.

Minato squirmed, trying to push back against Ryoji’s body with his own. “You’re— heavy.”

Ryoji’s breath stuttered behind him as he did so. One of Ryoji’s hands moved to rest on his waist, pulling him down by the hips. Something hard rubbed against his backside the more he did it, startling Minato into staying still. That wasn’t there before, was it?

His big brother hummed again, louder than before and without a melody behind it. It was just a— noise as he continued to grind against Minato’s body, not unlike an animal. Minato’s chest felt tight at the sound of it.

“You’re so soft,” Ryoji said, trapping him with a grip too strong to even wriggle against, “you’re perfect, y’know that? My cute little brother— ah— shit, I shouldn’t do this…”

Minato’s voice left him in a whisper. “Ryo-nii?”

“‘M sorry, Mina-chan, jus’ lemme…” His big brother’s voice broke off into a groan as he shifted to nuzzle into his neck. He was panting, breath hot against Minato’s flushed skin as he jerked his hips against his body. One of Ryoji’s hands clumsily shoved its way under his shirt, groping at the smooth skin with blunt nails. A gasp left his lips when he tried cupping at his chest, squeezing at the slight swell of flesh.

Minato recoiled at the touch, flinching away with nowhere to go. He’d never felt trapped when he was with his brother but right now he felt like an animal in a cage with its back against the wall, confused as to why this was happening and what Ryoji was even doing with his body. Little sounds kept coming out of his mouth, heated and breathy as if he were chasing something. Like their father chasing the good bad feeling at the bottom of a bottle. Was Ryoji chasing after a similar good bad feeling with Minato?

Ryoji’s lips were right against his throat, and Minato had to strain his ears to make out what he was even saying. It was all jumbled, slurring together from whatever he drank with his friends. “Wish you’d stay this small forever, Mina-chan… I could take care of you forever just like this, and you’d never need anyone else. Just me.”

Tears welled in his eyes and he quickly shut them tight to keep them from spilling over. What was Ryoji saying? He didn’t want to leave. Even if he kept doing— whatever this was every night, Minato still wouldn’t be able to bring himself to leave. This was his big brother, who always tucked him in and helped him with his homework.

His lips kissed Minato’s neck, and he shuddered at the contact. They were wet and sticky with spit. Ryoji’s hips grinded against him more roughly and that hard thing in his pants kept brushing against his backside so unpleasantly. Maybe this was all just because of the alcohol he had. This was because he was drunk, like their mother used to say about their father. That’s all this was.

Ryoji whimpered his name again before his hips finally stuttered to a stop. Minato felt something wet rub against him but willed himself to stay in place, for his brother’s sake. Ryoji’s grip began to loosen, breath evening out until he was no longer panting. Even still, Minato did not move.

A few moments passed until he felt Ryoji shift, lips finding Minato’s cheek.

“‘M sorry, Mina-chan,” he murmured, voice heavy with sleep and alcohol, “‘M really sorry. Please don’t be mad.”

Minato clutched his stuffed bear against his chest tight. He could never be mad at his big brother.