Some half finished untitled viewshipping and vendettashipping. Once again I'm blaming pyrachan for encouraging this. In which Yuma reminds V of IV far too much.
He hadn't meant for it to happen. It was an accident really. Yuma had been crying over Astral and Chris had comforted him, gently wrapping him in his arms. He'd missed this stage of his brother's lives. They'd been sent away or under Tron's control, far too mature for their age. So he held Yuma gently, those big red eyes reminding him entirely too much of Thomas'. His dear Thomas. It had just been a few hours, not even that, of Yuma crying into his chest and Chris wishing he could have still been there for Thomas in the same way.
He's never thought it meant anything but when Yuma was at his hotel door. He was wrapped in a coat and wearing shoes but seemed to have just got out of bed. Chris frowned but stepped aside and let him in.
"I'm sorry for disturbing you, V-"
"Just Chris is fine," Chris said softly, closing the door.
Yuma nodded. "Chris. I know it's late but I… I needed to talk to someone. I had- it's silly but I had a bad dream."
Chris nodded, locking the door again and moving over to sit on the settee, patting the seat next to him for Yuma. Yuma smiled weakly and sat next to him, watching him with big scared eyes. He understood why Yuma was having bad dreams. They all were. He saw it in Thomas' eyes every morning. His own dreams were haunted by the things they'd lost. He was sure Akari and any of Yuma's friends and family would try to help but Yuma was here for some reason.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Chris said quietly.
"I just… I needed to get out of there," Yuma replied quietly. "Sis doesn't understand. She doesn't get how much Shark meant to me. She tries to help but she doesn't get it and I don't know how to explain it to her. And, I know they're just trying to help, but all my friends are just trying to act like there's nothing wrong."
Chris nodded slightly. "That's alright."
"And I just really needed someone to talk to and for some reason I thought of you."
"That's fine, Yuma. If I can comfort you then I will. Would you like to stay with me tonight?"
Chris nodded and gestured over to the bed. Yuma took off his coat and scurried into bed and Chris followed slowly, opening up his arms so Yuma could snuggle against him. He wrapped him in his arms and the blankets, letting him warm up and relax.
It was nice to have a youngster in his arms once more. Thomas used to come to him when he had bad dreams. As did Michael but it was Thomas who mattered. Thomas needed him. Thomas was always so proud, always wanting to keep him from brothering them so when he came to Chris for help he was always willing to give it to him.
Yuma's soft breath fell against his neck and Chris shivered slightly, pulling him closer. Even his eyes, big and red and full of life, reminded him of Thomas. They weren't quite the right shade or shape. They were too round and too dark. Thomas' were squarer and sharper and had a more pink tint but it was enough. They were the same sort of build and Thomas was roughly the same size at his age.
It was when Thomas was about his age Chris realised his feelings for Thomas. How beautiful he was and how much Chris longed to have his body pressed against him, holding him in his arms and letting him know how much he loved him and if Thomas couldn't believe his words he could show him with his actions.
"You're heart's beating faster," Yuma whispered and Chris realised his hand was against Chris' chest. "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing," Chris murmured. "Just what used to be."
He missed Kaito very much. He loved him dearly. He was his best friend. Yuma nuzzled into his neck and Chris too a sharp breath. His hands slid down over Yuma's back, fingers playing across the small of his back and Yuma shivered slightly. This wasn't right. He should stop this right now. His mind should not be wandering in the direction it was.
Yuma nuzzled into him and their bodies were pressed so close. Chris closed his eyes, and after a long moment of hating himself, gave in. He held Yuma close, stroking his back with his palm and Yuma smiled contently, reaching up to his chest with both hands.
"That feels nice, Chris."
He smiled and kissed his forehead. "I'm glad."
He closed his eyes, tucking Yuma's head under his chin, rubbing his back gently, trying to ignore the small pleased noises Yuma made. Thomas used to snuggle up against him under his chin, nuzzling against him and making soft little noises like that. Chris had fallen in love with his brother on nights like these, the rare nights when he broke through Tron's spell and they were Chris and Thomas rather than V and IV.
His hand slid lower, over his rear and thighs and Yuma whimpered softly. "Chris?"
"You're so cute, Yuma," Chris whispered.
"Thanks… I think…" Chris smiled, stroking his body gently and earning a few soft moans. "Chris, what's going on?"
"Is there something wrong?" he said softly.
Chris laughed softly and kissed his forehead only and Yuma tilted his head up, gazing up at him with those big red eyes. So familiar but so different. Thomas had looked at him like that once. Just before he ruined it all. Thomas never came to him again after that night and it killed him knowing that he'd destroyed his relationship with his brother in that one stupid, selfish moment. He didn't know if Thomas remembered or still held it against him. He never mentioned it and he never acted any differently but Thomas was gone and it was just IV after that night. His baby brother never came to him for comfort again.
Just as before, Chris leant down and pressed his lips slowly to the youngster's. Yuma gave a squeak and his eyes widened and Chris tangled a hand into his hair, holding him close. Yuma pressed his hands against his chest and Chris drew back slightly.
"Why- what are you doing, Chris?"
"Is there something wrong?" Chris said quietly.
"What's not to understand?"
Chris smiled and leant down again, pushing his lips to Yuma's once more. There was a heavy silence and Chris pulled Yuma's lithe boy gently against his, his hands sliding over his body once more.
"Yuma," he breathed, gently pushing Yuma onto his back, moving his kisses over his jaw and down his neck. Yuma's breath hitched and he groaned weakly. "You're so cute, Yuma."
