#tw.poly

“Stop it, you weirdo.” Ran said, frowning softly, his brows furrowing.

He sat in front of you, his bent back facing you. His thumbs tapping over the dimly lit screen of his phone. Your fingertips glided over the inked skin of his back. His shoulders hunching when your fingertips brush his shoulder blades.

“Stop it.” He says, turning and grabbing your wrist. He’s giving you a dirty look. “Stop touching me.”

You immediately pull a pout, making your eyes as glossy and as wide as possible. Batting your lashes to make you look all the more pitiful. “I can’t touch you, Ran?”

“No.” He mumbles, glaring. “Now, go away. You’re distracting me—”

“Fine.” You huff, standing from the bed you both share. Crossing your arms, you turn your back on him. Sly eyes trailing up towards the ceiling as you get an idea. “Guess I’ll just go bother Rindou.”

Ran lets out a scoff, frowning even further. “He wouldn’t wanna be bothered by you.”

“Yes he would!” You say, shifting your weight onto one hip, allowing the other to stick out. “Rin Rin loves me!”

Ran gives a stifled laugh. “Right,” he says, threading his fingers through his hair. “Rin Rin.” He repeats, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth to refrain from laughing again.

“It’s not funny.” You say. “M’serious. I’ll go find him right now.”

“Do it then,” Ran murmurs, shrugging his broad shoulders. Eyes back on his phone screen, the light enunciating his pretty features.

Momentarily blinded by his beauty, you stay quiet for a beat too long. He begins grinning up at you when he notices. “C’mere,” he says, opening his arms and beckoning you forward.

“No,” you say, walking leisurely towards the door. Making another offhand comment as you go, “You called me a weirdo.”

“Oh, come on,” he rolls his eyes, a teasing edge to his voice. “Just come here. Don’t go to Rindou, come here. Seriously.”

You falter quickly, pacing back into his arms. Sighing contently into his chest as he squeezes you up against him. He parts his legs and leans back, letting you lay between them and listen to his heartbeat.

“You should put a shirt on,” you say monotonously, your fingers tracing the pattern of his tattoos, feeling the vibrations of his low laughter.

“You’re the one who wanted to touch me.” He mumbles, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “You were—wait. Are you... writing your name on me?”

You pause momentarily, eyeing him wearily before resuming your actions. “Yeah, so what?”

Ran stays quiet for a beat, eyes closing as he lets out a sigh. He’d never admit it, but moments like this made him fall in love with you even further.

And it’s peaceful. You, laying there with him, and his large hands smoothing over your shoulder and down your back. It’s almost too good to be tr—

“You called?” The mattress dips under the weight of Rindou as he climbs into the bed.

“Ugh, get out.” Ran spits, eyeing his brother with distaste.

“Uh uh, fuck you.” Rindou mumbles, tugging at the hem of his basketball shorts as he climbs on top of you. He puts all his weight on you, laughing loudly as you begin to squirm beneath him. “They called me. They said ‘Rin Rin,’ I heard ‘em.”

“You claim that nickname?” Ran says. “You shameless shit.”

“Motherfucker.” Rin replies, wrapping his strong arms around you and stealing you out of the arms of his brother. But you remain beneath him and beside Ran. Stuck between them both as they brawl.

“Dicksucker.”

“Fuck you.” Rindou mumbles. “M’telling mom.”

“Fuck you.” Ran grunts, tugging your arm out from under Rindou, interlacing your fingers together. “And tell her. I dare you. She likes me better anyway—”

“No she doesn’t.” Rindou lifts himself off of you, using his arms to hover above you. Glaring at his brother, he raises his voice, “Stop lying!”

“You—!”

“Enoooough.” You groan, eyes still closed in hopes of reviving the calm moment from before. You know that it won’t happen. But you can dream. “Stop fighting. You’re both so loud. I can’t even hear myself think.” You cover your eyes, shaking your head for emphasis.

There’s a pause before they laugh. Rindou rolls over, resting on your left side, and Ran on your right.

It’s peaceful once more, but then Rin speaks. “What did ya want me for?” He says, voice quiet.

“I wanted to touch your tats,” you mumble, eyes feeling heavy. “But s’okay now.”

“Nah, go ahead.” He gets up, turning his back to you and pulling his shirt up and over his head. Keeping the hem of the fabric at his chest. “Touch.”

You lazily reach out a hand, fingertips grazing his shoulder. Then, Ran interrupts. “No fair.” He says, equally as quiet as Rindou had been. “Touch mine too.”

“But...but, well, you said—you said that I was distracting you.” You murmur. The comfortable warmth they create surrounds you, causing you to become sleepier and sleepier by the second.

“No, no.” He says, tugging your free hand up to caress his cheek. “I’m done, you’re not distracting me anymore.”

“They’re touching me, asshole.” Rindou says. “Back off.”

“You back off.” Ran replies.

“No, you.” Rindou says, narrowing his eyes. “Idiot.”

“Dumbass.”

“Momma’s boy.”

“Little shit—”

“Stop it, please.” You nudge at them, bringing their attention back to you. “I’ll touch both of your tats, how ‘bout that?”

They give each other a nasty look, before quietly agreeing. “Fine.” Ran says.

“Whatever.” Rin sighs.

You get them to sit side by side, their backs facing you. Only then did you notice that their tattoos lined up.

“Oh,” your mouth is ajar, you’re in awe. “How cool.” One hand traces over Rindou’s back, and the other trailing over Ran’s.

They both smirk, giving each other a knowing glance and a subtle fist-bump that you don’t quite catch. They knew you’d be into their tattoos.

“That’s so cool,” you repeat quietly to yourself, sleepiness completely worn off now that you’ve finally seen the connection. “Wow.”

“Wanna see the front?” Ran offered, pushing at his brother to grab his attention, a smirk on his face. Rindou looks back at Ran with a sly grin, pushing back at his brother as they communicate silently amongst themselves.

“Sure!” You chirp. They turn to you, balancing on their knees atop the bed. You stand up on the sheets, peering down from above.

“Holy shit…” you gasp. “That is so cool!” You dropped onto the bed, rushing forward to get a closer look.

“Uh,” Rindou grabs your wrists suddenly, halting your touch immediately. You frown, tilting your head in confusion as you glance at him.

“Not so fast, darling.” Ran chuckles at your bemused expression. “Don’t you owe us something?”

“What’re you talking about?” You mumble, trying to pull your hands away.

“A kiss,” Ran says, invading your space and pressing closer to his brother’s side. “One for each of us, whadd’ya say?”

Rin merely smiles, feigning innocence.

You would gladly give them a kiss. But this was one of the few times in which the Haitani Brothers actually banded together to take you on. You knew nothing good could come out of it. Or at least, not for you.

“You guys are mean.” You sigh, tugging at your wrists, which had yet to be released.

“C’mon,” Rindou pipes up. “One kiss.”

“For both of us.” Ran adds.

“Can’t you both just kiss each other?” You groan. “You always try to gang up on me.”

They look at each, Ran raising a brow, a strange grin on his face. Rindou only frowns.

“M’not kissing you, asshole.” Rindou said, his grip on you faltering. “So don’t get any weird ideas.”

“Oh, you’re not?” Ran coos, eyeing you before giving a wink. You immediately understood what had to be done. “No kiss for you big brother?” Ran teases, poking and prodding at his brother’s exposed stomach.

“You’re not funny! I’m telling mom a-and dad, too!” Rindou releases you, desperate to escape his brother’s teasing and yanking down his shirt. And that’s when you grabbed him, pulling him down and trying your best to restrain him. Rindou flails his legs, biting back a string of curses as his brother puckered his lips, doing his very best to make Rindou uncomfortable.

“Oh, you’re fucking evil!” He mumbles, eyes narrowed and calculating—trying to land the perfect kick to the head of his annoying ass brother. Right then, he promises himself that he’d have no mercy once he got his hands on you. “You too,” he spat up at you. “You think you’re safe, huh? Lemme deal with this jackass first, and then you’re next!”