There's no one like me. Only Me.

“On your back, I don’t want you talking.” Ichiji hums at that, moving to lay back on the sheets. Sanji stops him, his hand coming to cradle his jaw. Ichiji peers up at him, curious. Sanji swallows thickly, fingers inching upward to tap lightly at the frames of his spectacles. “These stay on.”

Yonji sits back on his haunches, fighting every urge to fondle himself, content to stare at the sight of her glistening slit. He would never tire of it, he could watch her for hours like this and his thirst for her would not be quenched.

Boredom is stasis for him, it is the way Ichiji has always been. He hasn’t known any other way to be, or feel, and it comforts him. It is real, tangent, and familiar. Ichiji thought he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Yonji has been suspecting for a while that his brothers have cast him aside, and one day his suspicion is but confirmed in what he thinks might be the worst possible ways

Summary: Niji's electricity powers malfunction and he accidentally gives him burning injuries. Ichiji cares for his wounds.

He refuses to be the weaker one. Ichiji is silent for a heavy moment, as he regards him pensively. “I ask that you survive this and make it back in one piece.”  Niji laughs then, and it’s a hideous sound. Had he been someone else, he would have cried in mirth. 

Yet, he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. Ichiji has offered himself to his brother using little words uttered in a flat, if not bored tone. Whether to atone for what he has put him through or to mock him even further, Sanji couldn’t have cared. Everything went in a blur, Sanji’s blood singing as he pushed his brother onto his front unceremoniously, making haste of his clothes before tearing into him with little to no preparation.