#renyuu

Hakuyuu pulled his fingers free of his brother’s lips with an almost lewd sounding pop, trailing his fingertips down over his chin.

“Distracting me with that pretty mouth of your’s,” the king hummed, nails crooking under his brother’s chin. “Will not make me forget my words, dear brother.”

Hakuren pouted. Pressing his luck, he leaned up to catch Hakuyuu’s mouth a second time, but his brother’s nails bit into his skin and he stilled. He may be his brother’s lover, but even he cowed to the power of the UnSeelie King.

“It was just the once, Yuu...” Hakuren whined. “I swear it was all for fun.”

“Of course it was, brother. That is what the Hunt is. Enjoyable, passionate, thrilling. It is meant to tempt you. You ought to know better.”

The intensity of Hakuyuu’s gaze made Hakuren want to squirm, but he held still. He twisted his hands into the silken fabric of the king’s robe instead, rubbing his knuckles against his knees through the layers of cloth. 

( He wondered if his brother might forgive his disobedience if he fell between them now and put his pretty mouth to more distracting uses. )

He wanted to say I’m sorry, but he wasn’t, and fae couldn’t lie. He gnawed his bottom lip instead, and Hakuyuu sighed. Another berry was plucked, and Hakuren opened his mouth to accept it again.

“I give you so much freedom, sweet little brother, and it breaks my heart when you abuse it.” the king chastised softly, once more pressing the pulp of the berry to Hakuren’s tongue. “Think of Hakuryuu, if you must. What sort of example do you set, running off with the Wilde Hunt as soon as it begins to howl? Would you want to see him running amok with the beasts?”

Hakuren shook his head and Hakuyuu’s nails dug grooves into his tongue. He tasted his own blood and sucked hard on his fingers.

“I don’t want to have to leash you, Hakuren. You’re such a beautiful, wild thing on your own... But I cannot tolerate disobedience, not even from you.”

The king’s expression fell, and with it the temperature of the room seemed to descend. 

“Am I really so dull, Hakuren? Is this court not enough for you? What do I lack that draws you so to the Hunt, of all things...?”

Hakuren jerked back from his brother, as if he’d been struck, staring at him aghast. As quickly as he’d pulled away he surged forward, scrambling into the king’s lap and beginning to press fervent kisses to whatever parts of him he could reach. Hakuyuu’s hands rested on the arms of his throne, neither forcing his brother away nor pulling him closer.

“The Hunt is just an amusement, a folly!” kisses peppered across the king’s cheeks, skipping his mouth, if only just. “I went for the thrill, nothing more nothing less, it doesn’t- couldn’t -compare to you, Hakuyuu, nothing could!”

“The thrill...?” Hakuyuu hummed softly. One hand lifted delicately from where it lay, ghosting his fingers down over his lover’s thigh. Hakuren shuddered and arched against him as if Hakuyuu were gripping tight enough to bruise. “What thrill do you lack here?”

“I- I--” Hakuren stumbled over his words, caught in his brother’s gaze. There were eons of knowledge and fathomless galaxies in the king’s eyes, the legacy of time itself hidden in his irises. You could not lie when you were stripped down to your soul. “I... I wanted to hunt... To chase and be chased, to catch my prey and feel victorious...”

“Or to flee from the tireless hunter.”

Hakuren trembled as his king’s arm encircled his waist, pulling him slowly forward against his chest. 

“It has been some time since I last chased you, dear brother...” Hakuyuu mused aloud. “Shall we have another game? I the hunter, and you my prey? Or perhaps...”

Hakuren panted, open mouthed, as his king’s lips ghosted slowly across his own. So temptingly close. So impossibly near. If he dared only to move enough to catch them...