Finally wrote about it, just a short piece tho đ
my first time writing smut so its not that good at all. I should've added more power bottom Yoichi of him riding Zen while he's just being pathetic underneath him đŽâđ¨ wasted potential.
Warnings for Incest (duh), past rape, Zen and uh prolly other stuff.
Zen x Yoichi - A Beautifully Rotten Dream From An Unforgiving Brother.
He was back there again. The vault. The place in which he'd vividly remember the happenings within. He knew each wall intimately despite not having been the one he trapped within the cold desolate box. He wasn't alone. Frail arms wrapped around his neck, gentle. Pale and slender, as he always was. The one he found himself forgiving every time he'd do something upsetting. It wasn't the endearing possession of his that needed forgiving now. What he did that day, what he'd lost. Refusing to even think it was his own fault. He didn't turn around to face the loving face behind him, perhaps out of guilt he'd never acknowledge.
He wanted to see that face nonetheless. The one whom stayed with him from the moment they risen from the decayed river bank. Yoichi. His most beloved possession. His. Nobody else's. His breath hitched, turning to face those admirable green eyes. The face of love-
Disgust. Contempt. Utter hatred. That was all that was reflected upon the face of his once pitiful little brother. Despite all that, Yoichi had a glow about him. A white light softly emitting from his naked form. Even the look of disappointment on his soft features were ethereal. The shock had briefly caused Zen's eyes to widen. "Yoichi..." He spoke, a smile immediately appearing on his lips. He steadied himself to take hold of the small body, trapping him in his large arms.
Yoichi didn't fight back, instead stared at him in blank disinterest. Zen soaked the sight of Yoichi's nakedness, feeling his trousers tightening. A reaction rarely anyone had brought out in the man. "Aren't you ashamed?" A mocking voice finally rang out. It paused the larger man in place before turning to look at the smug face under him. "You've got such a big boner just from looking at your little brother."
It was nothing like Yoichi. The pitiful brother that often held his head down against Zen unless it came to the wellness of others. Yet somehow it fit him. Like he had every right to act in such a way. "Ashamed? It's only natural for a big brother to appreciate what's his." His tone resolute yet playful, Zen stroked Yoichi's hair waiting for his little brother to darken. But he didn't. Rather, he pressed into Zen, his hand on his bulge. A purposeful promiscuousness he'd never thought Yoichi owned present on his face.
"You truly are disgusting, big brother." The small dainty hand pressed harder on Zen's crotch, a moan escaped him. Yoichi said such things when he was alive as well. Calling Zen all kinds of names in fits of anger, but this felt different. Yoichi would never touch Zen like this. Not even if Zen were to beg him. Yoichi's voice wasn't of anger this time, it was an observation. Cool and calm. Like he'd seen into the depths of Zen's heart and casually commented on it.
Zen arched forward, his face dangerously close to Yoichi's, who didn't waver. His green eyes stared at him in the worst ways, like he had Zen figured out. Like he knew things Zen didn't. "Yoichi-" Hands went down his trousers, grabbing onto his hard cock. A gasp escaped Zen's lips with a heat he'd been attempting to contain since Yoichi's loss. Even now Zen wanted to keep composure. A scoff left Yoichi at the sight. "Pathetic." He said, his lips almost touching his big brothers. Zen couldn't bring himself to kiss him, lost in the pleasure of his dick being jerked by his twin.
He couldn't bring himself to be angry at the comment, his hips moving into the soft hands of his little brother. Speechless, his breath heavy. He could see Yoichi's smirk from the corner of his eye. Zen let out a sharp exhale, his hands grasping into Yoichi, and once he was off balance Yoichi shoved him to the ground. "Gah!- Yoichi, what is the meaning of this?!" Zen yelled out after he'd reached the floor, legs sprawled out. And dick still hard.
"Silly big brother... You know you have nobody to blame but yourself right?" Yoichi walked closer to Zen, who was paralysed. Unable to move. "The fact you're so entrenched in the idea of having me makes you all the more pitiful.." Yoichi slid down onto his knees and be crawled between his older brothers legs. His tone reminded Zen of how he used to talk to Yoichi. Degrading, mocking and nothing but the harsh truth. He didn't know how to react. He didn't know what to say.
Yoichi began peeling Zen's trousers off with his underwear, his cock sprang to life with precum oozing from the tip. It splattered on the cool hard ground of the vault, bringing back memories of Yoichi. The real Yoichi. His desperate pleas and cries as his own release from Zen's harsh treatment was denied. Yoichi, the Yoichi that treated Zen as if he were a speck of dirt, face hovered over his big brothers cock. It was huge. Yoichi's eyes would leak excessively as well as roll back, his lips would stretch obscenely around it turning him purple from the lack of air. Zen needed those pretty pink lips on him again. As soon as possible.
Zen nudged Yoichi closer to his cock, his hand tangled into Yoichi's hair now instinctively. A kiss landed on his testicles, cold rather than loving. Soon he peppered the whole member with them smiling seductively at Zen throughout. It drove him crazy. "Fuck- Yoichi... You are so fucking pretty..." He murmured. Recalling how reluctant Yoichi would be to even touch it. It was endearing and he missed having to force himself into the betweens of the thin pale thighs as Yoichi thrashed around pleading for him to stop. This was a nice change though.
Yoichi took the needy cock into his mouth with ease, his lips stretched to accommodate. Zen didn't need to guide his head, the pace was perfect. His arms fell limp at his sides as he felt as he would just cum already. He groaned into the air, watching his own little brother suck him off. Yoichi brushed his hair from his face, just seeing those pretty green eyes from under his bangs sent chills down Zen's spine. Only Yoichi could do this to him.
Yoichi's mouth left the member, causing annoyance to spike before he'd lick it from the side and began sucking on his testicles. Zen swore he was going to cum right then and there if Yoichi hadn't swiftly pulled away again. Zen attempted to grab Yoichi and shove him back, however, his little brother crawled up his body. He felt Yoichi in all his nude glory, his hands gliding across the skin as if he were a soft blanket. The smooth glowing skin relished Zen's touch. The blood underneath identical to his own. Yoichi sat down on his torso, the curvature of his ass met Zen's throbbing dick briefly. Zens dick almost touched Yoichi's back, he wanted nothing more than to push Yoichi down and rut against that crack.
"Do you think you deserve to be loved, Zen Shigaraki?" Yoichi asked, looking down at Zen. Figuratively and literally. Zen watched, the way Yoichi's hair framed his face, the thin body with a visible ribcage and those sexy thighs that straddled him. But the question. He couldn't answer. He had already been thrown off by the use of his full name, something Yoichi never called him. Zen deserved everything. Especially Yoichi. There was nothing in the world Zen didn't deserve. But he didn't answer. Realising Yoichi had done most the talking, as he normally did. Had Zen noticed that before?
"I don't think you do. Someone as monstrous as you deserves nothing." Yoichi's hands slid up Zen's body with fluid grace, wrapping his fingers around the thick of his brothers neck. "I hate you." His face held a kind of detached emotionality. "Don't you feel bad for me? What you did to me? What I had to go through because of a pathetic, whining, attention seeking man such as yourself?" Zen clenched his jaw. What Yoichi had to go through? How overdramatic, Yoichi was his to do as he pleased with. His to take whatever he needed from him. Yoichi was treasured by Zen, it was his own actions that lead him into suffering. All because he refused to join his big brothers plans. It wasn't Zen's fault. Zen was never at fault.
"You're no Demon Lord, big brother." Yoichi was provoking him. "What Demon Lord fantasises about his little brother? You're so pathetically disgraceful-"
Zen grabbed Yoichi's wrists with his large hands and pinned them to the sides of his head as he slammed the nude pale body onto the floor. Yoichi's legs lifted off the ground, still around the elder brothers torso. "I'm pathetic? Says by you who's been protected by me since you're too sickly to do anything by yourself!" Rage boiled beneath Zen's skin. Yoichi's expression was blank. Despite him definitely feeling the grinding of Zen's member on his ass. "You're mine! My brother! My possession! MINE! I won't let anyone else have you, I won't share you!" The throbbing of Zen's cock became unbearable, the sight of Yoichi's pink nipples despite his anger became intolerable.
Zen took both wrists and placed them above Yoichi's head, Yoichi watched. He felt eerie, not eerie enough to stop Zen from fucking him hard. One of Zen's hands wrapped around both wrists easily as the other shoved its fingers into Yoichi's mouth. Yoichi stayed silent, letting Zen do what he wanted. Just as he normally did even in the past. Rather than out of fear this time, it was out of ice cold resignation. "As always, you need your big brother. Nobody can treat you as well as I do. You need me." Yoichi didn't falter, even after Zen took his drenched fingers out of his mouth. He didn't falter as Zen started pushing digits into his tight hole.
The larger man put his head into the crook of his little brothers neck. Kissing it ferociously, marking it with hickeys. Not to claim ownership of the frail body, but because he was the owner of it. Yoichi only glanced at him, not even turning his head. He didn't moan, he didn't make a sound. It almost sent Zen spiraling. Was he not adequate enough after he had a taste of another man? There was no way he was better than Zen. "Thinking about someone else right now, is that it?" Impatience dripped from his vocals. Yoichi didn't respond, so Zen stopped playing nice.
Zen lined his cock to Yoichi's ass, taking another look at Yoichi before pushing it in. But Yoichi was elsewhere, he didn't even look at Zen, dozing off to the side. Another quality of Yoichi he hated, looking anywhere but at him. "Look at me." He managed to spit out. Anger rested bitterly at the tip of his tongue. Yoichi didn't. Acts of defiance remained. Always going against Zen, not as he was meant to. He was meant to be on Zen's side, his subordinate and life companion. But he chose rebuking his twin, teaming with filth. With that disgraceful piece of shit Kudo. Giving him all the love and attention that was meant to be his.
Tired of his own overthinking, using the hand that was by his ass, Zen grabbed Yoichi's face. Forcing his little brother to look at him. Watching his face as he began sinking his cock into that tight hot hole. Yoichi still didn't care. But Zen. Zen cared. And Zen would make him care. Care like he was meant to care. Zen smashed his lips onto Yoichi's, unknowingly desperate for some kind of connection to Yoichi. He began thrusting in and out, confident in turning Yoichi into a mess. His hands slid onto Yoichi's small waist. After what felt like forever what happened would actually be the opposite of Zen's ideal scenario. Yoichi remained stone cold as Zen would pathetically thrust into Yoichi, crying for him. "Fuck- I love you so much, Yoichi... Yoichi!" He whined into Yoichi's chest. Hands now around his torso.
The loss of his twin had damaged him more than he'd like to admit. Sleepless nights without his twin next to him, soothing him from the nightmares of his own quirk. "You need me more than I need you, big brother." A sly smile played along his little brothers lips, triumphant as if he'd won a bet. But he held his head in those delicate hands, he didn't whisper comfort though. Quite the opposite. "Little brother..." Zen felt his release arriving, his hips stuttering before pouring hot cum into Yoichi's ass. Panting heavily, he ridden out his ejaculation. Shallow thrusts before falling atop Yoichi, suddenly aware to not crush him half way through. Because Yoichi was still fragile, easily breaking from the smallest of touches.
Yoichi's face twisted from his victorious gaze to bland disgust. His eyes rolled in annoyance, Zen was now too spent to set Yoichi right. "Gross." Hatred rampant in his eyes and suddenly Zen was in his own bed. In his once shared home with Yoichi. Without him. A series of thoughts ran through his head before going into a disturbing quiet. He looked down his pajamas and cursed under his breath. He'd have to go on the day as if it were nothing. As if he hadn't had a vile dream. Invasive and heartwrenching in ways he'd never say out loud. That wasn't who Zen was. Zen was always right as Yoichi was always his. He'd get his little brother back. He had to. Zen didn't need Yoichi at all, but Yoichi. Frail, weak, pitiful Yoichi. He needed Zen. Even if the strange dream claimed otherwise.
It was a rot in Zen that would fester till his end.
Oh. Oh my god. My day has been blessed I can't believe I read this for free??? I love how u write Zenâs inner thoughts and the twins' dialogue,,, Not Yoichi is so deliciously demeaning and just the perfect hallucination to haunt pathetic Zen with