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You're late," a voice called out as the door to their house opened.
"Usually you'd have been back an hour or so ago." Genji sat on their grey sofa playing some first person shooter game.
The house was a mess of sake and ramune bottles and food.
It looked like the man had raided the whole damn kitchen looking for a snack.
Figures. That meant that Hanzo would have to go without food tonight.
It wasn't all that unusual at this point though.
It was one of the many reasons the archer kept his lean figure lately.
The elder shimada took off his shoes and started to shuffle into the large living room.
He stood in the middle of the tatami for a few minutes to watch the match his brother was playing.
Genji was second on the score board.
His shouts of frustration grew louder and more violent as the time counted down.
With just a few seconds left, another player shot his avatar dead and took two more down. This other player jumped into first and pushed Genji down to third as the match timed out.
"クソ野郎!" [son of a bitch] Genji screamed out as he threw his controller at the table.
It barely missed and ended up slamming onto the tatami instead.
Genji started on a tirade.
This was going to get bad.
Hanzo stepped back and watched his brother get angry, shoving the table.
Bottles wobbled and rolled off.
A bag of chips spilled and an empty bowl of ramen flew off, cracking on the entertainment center in front of them.
Hanzo slowly backed away. He tried to shrink into the background and let this pass without him.
Maybe if he was lucky Genji would forget he was there. For just a few seconds he was feeling like that plan may work out to his advantage. His brother was raging on breaking bottles, plates, and what few décor items that had lasted this long.
He tried to shoo it away in a little fear.
This wasn't what he wanted.
"You!" The shout snapped Hanzo out of his train of thought.
He was brought back by the sudden venom directed towards him. "You showed up and I lost my concentration!"
"I didn't...get a hold of yourself." Hanzo tried to defend himself, he hated that Genji was behaving like this.
He trailed off realizing that Genji wasn't rational. He knew his brother too well.
Nothing mattered. He watched as the other rushed over to him.
Instinctively he threw his arms up to protect his face.
He was lucky to have reacted as fast as he did. A sweaty fist barreled towards his face and slammed into his arms instead.
Hanzo reeled back from the force of it and felt himself bounce into the oaken banister.
The wood creaked but withstood the abuse, just like Hanzo had. The elder was still on his feet after the punch. "It wasn't my fault."
"That's always what you say." Genji shouted back and he wound up for another punch.
This time Hanzo ducked down in time for the fist to swipe at only air.
"That's because it's true!" Hanzo’s voice raised as the veil of anger finally set in.
The frustration of the shitty day had only boiled his blood.
He craved the release when he stepped through the door.
Hanzo hated to admit it, but he was an addict of the worst kind. His own hands were raised now. His fingers gripped at Genji’s shirt collar. "All I am is a punching bag to you."
"You're one to talk." Hanzo bit out before Genji was pulling his head back and whipping it forward. His forehead collided with the top of Hanzo’s head. The archer’s grip loosened as he lost control.
Both became unreasonable, unable to stop the train wreck that played out between them just as it had so many times before.
Things were thrown, things were broken against floors and bodies.
Their fists batted at each other as they screamed out how much they loathed one another. The frustration built up and boiled over when Hanzo finally sprinted towards the younger shimada and tackled him to the ground. "I fucking hate you!" He screamed out louder than he thought possible.
"I HATE YOU! You’re a Failure to this family!" He repeated on instinct.
His hands punching either side of the other's face repeatedly.
"Tell me something I don't know." Genji retorted.
His legs swung up from where he laid and wrapped around Hanzo’s body.
In an almost practiced move he threw Hanzo off balance and into the nearby wall.
The archer found himself belly down with a strong Hand pinning him down.
"You always tell me how much you hate me." Genji pressed his whole weight into Hanzo as he leaned down, lips inches from his brothers ear.
"Yet you come back to me cause you can't resist me. You love being dominated like this. You live for my cock up your ass."
"Fuck you!" Hanzo shouted into the tatami.
The ringing in Hanzo’s ears burned his skin. Goose bumps sprouted across his whole body as he struggled helplessly against his aggressor.
Despite how bruised and angry he was, he also found himself aroused.
His hard on pressed painfully into the ground below him. Genji’s alcohol heavy breath on his neck felt nearly euphoric in between the fighting.
"Sounds like a good idea." Genji replied.
He smiled a drunken violent smile as his hands went to work. He wrestled Hanzo’s hands behind his back and pinned them down with one hand while the other smacked his ass as hard as he could.
The archer cried out in pain, his body tightening all over ready for more.
Waiting for it.
"What a fucking slut you are.
I bet you're already getting off on this you’re disgusting." Genji growled.
"Shut up." Hanzo hissed.
He struggled against the steadfast grip around his wrists. His younger brother was larger, heavier, and stronger than him.
All the heavy labor during the day translated to a tougher enemy at home.
Hanzo lost some of his threatening demeanor as he keened at the pressure rubbing his ass through thin scrub bottoms.
Genji’s fingers pressed expertly into the crevasse of his brothers ass.
He was warm and the stimulation was a welcome change from their violent fling just seconds before.
There was a smirk on the man's lips as he spoke. "See, you're just a horny whore.
If you want my dick so bad just take the beating and we'll skip to the good part next time."
"I don’t want you." Hanzo spat.
The tatami scratched at his cheek as he craned his face to look behind him.
"You're not special."
"Been fucking other guys? I knew you were nothing but a disgusting hoe." Genji hooked his fingers and rammed into the tightened ring of muscles. Hanzo gasped out as the pain bloomed across his rear.
"Don't need to fuck others to know you're not worth anything."
There was a soft whisper in his ears as he dared to smirk.
The voice encouraged the shit talking knowing full well what would happen.
"You seem to have short term memory loss, brother. I remember you calling my name saying I'm a sex god every time we’d fuck."
A hand wrapped around the elastic
of Hanzo’s pants and effortlessly pulled them down. His fingers went right back to where they were and invaded him.
"Shit!" Hanzo bit out at the forceful intrusion. "You're the one with memory issues." He strained his body once again trying to pry his arms from the grasp.
"I've been calling you a goddamn failure!"
A shout tore through his throat as he felt fingers plunge deeper into him.
He was dry and raw so the motion was nothing but pain.
"The only good thing about you is how tight you are when you're angry."
Hanzo laughed before he pulled his fingers free.
"Too bad you're drier than your sense of humour." Hanzo could hear the shuffling of fabric behind him as he strained to look back at his aggressor.
Genji had pulled his pants off, his straining cock rubbed up against Hanzo’s entrance.
"…use..some lube," Hanzo asked in shame.
He could feel their skin rubbing against each other.
Genji’s skin was hot and his head throbbed against Hanzo’s bare ass.
He could feel the weight pushing against him as the member lined up with his sore ring of muscles. "NO! Please!" The archer tensed and thrashed against his younger brother trying to free himself. This time he was successful in throwing the other man off him.
Genji’s head slammed against the floor and the world swam.
Hanzo pulled himself away and looked back at him, heart thudding wildly as adrenaline courses through his veins.
As soon as he had his footing, Genji was going to be a raging mess. Hanzo scrambled to his feet and rushed past his brother cradling his pounding head.
The wooden stairs creaked loudly under Hanzo’s thunderous rush.
His shaky hands shoved open the bedroom door at the end of a hallway. Adrenaline filled the man as he patted the wall for a light switch that he always managed to lose.
Even when the world slowed down and his heart stilled like in battle he couldn't calm himself down enough to be rational.
He quickly cursed and turned his attention to the door instead.
Just as he leaned his full weight against it, Genji slammed into the thick wood.
Hanzo tumbled to the ground and found himself half sprawled out on the mattress that sat directly on the floor.
This had to be the first time he was actually appreciative that the bed frame had been broken a few weeks back. "You whore."
Genji bit as he slammed the door shut behind him. He locked the door making a escape that much harder.
"I've got a damn headache now."
"I can take care of it," Hanzo rationed as he flipped over onto his ass and started to slowly scoot away from his brother.
"Just relax and I'll take care of you."
It was a sad bargaining chip Hanzo clung to hoping to deescalate the situation.
If he was lucky Genji would agree and Hanzo would slip him a few sleeping pills.
It was a long shot but a gamble that he tried none the less.
"You can take care of me." Genji smirked as he stared down at the other man.
"Take care of my cock like a good whore."
Genji’s frame lurched forward as a hand encircled Hanzo’s throat. In an instant he was left looking at the textured ceiling and his brother’s face. He was fully pinned under the other's weight. Genji kept one hand on the smaller man's throat as his other placed his still hard member against tight lips. "Suck it." He demanded. His grip tightened around Hanzo’s throat as a silent threat.
He shook his head desperately trying to get free. The lack of air quickly got to him and forced his mouth open as he struggled fruitlessly to drink down a breath. Genji took advantage of that moment to shove his stiff length down Hanzo’s throat. It wasn't until he was securely inside Hanzo’s mouth that his hand finally let go, opting instead to lean back and put his full weight on the archers stomach. Hanzo bared his teeth in a pained grimace, one thought racing through his head.
"Don't you even think about biting me. I'll make sure you don't have any teeth left to chew with if you do." Hanzo’s hands flailed and clawed at the torn denim around Genji’s thighs. The young shimada started thrusting his thick shaft down the other's throat, letting out a sick groan of pleasure as his elder brother choked around him.
Bed sheets that tangled around Hanzo’s ankles he lost their touch as the smaller man's vision started to turn black at the edges. He could feel the world around him slipping away, all the pain he was in and the throbbing in his mouth was fading into oblivion.
A hard smack to Hanzo’s pretty face brought him back. Genji was no longer in his mouth and his lungs weren't burning so heavily.
He gasped as he took in the room around him. At some point he must have been shuffled around on the bed since the blanket wasn't wrapped around him any longer. He lifted his head and felt a pounding migraine slam into him. All he could see what how he was now naked for the world and for Genji to see.
A hand shot up to his temple, trying to sooth the pressure in his skull. "Shit." He hissed through the pain.
"I can’t wait to fuck you, 兄" Genji groaned.." His hands wrapped around Hanzo’s waist and dragged him down the bed, settling his legs on top of his lap. His thick member pressed against the sore ring on his ass. Hanzo moaned at the sudden movement and the throbbing in his head as a result.
"Please…leave me…alone." Hanzo’s words held less weakness than he meant to put in them, but his entire body was still sore and heavy from the lapse of consciousness.
"And miss out on an opportunity like this?
You can't even fight back, can you?" A scream was ripped out of Hanzo’s body as he felt Genji press inside of him and bury himself deep.
At some point his hands latched onto Genji’s arms and clawed at the muscle and flesh under his grip. "That's what I thought." His voice dripped with his cock-sure attitude.
"All you can do is lay there and take it. Like you should. This is your only purpose."
Hanzo’s entire body was pushed and shoved as Genji’s length drilled into him as deep and fast as his brother could move.
Pained cries and a few tears slipped out of the archer as they continued on in the bedroom. Hanzo’s hands couldn't help but latch onto Genji’s arms as they flexed.
His entire being was forced to follow along to his brother’s rhythm.
"You're a pathetic mess like this.
It's disgusting." Genji commented as he continued his assault. "How about we liven this up a bit?" An evil laughter escaped Genji’s throat as he spoke. He leaned over to the heavy wooden bedside table that somehow had withstood years of abuse.
He snatched a lighter and his key ring off the table.
"You giving up and going out for a smoke instead?" Hanzo asked through the fog of his migraine, almost having hope that his brother would actually leave him alone.
"Save me the trouble."
"You wish." Genji rifled through the assortment of keys that adorned the heavy ring set before pulling out a thick decoration. It was a dragon blade symbol.
"Been thinking of doing this for a while.
Now's the perfect time since you can't fight back."
Another depraved laugh came from his brother as he flicked his lighter on and held it under the metal symbol.
"No. What the are you going to do?" Fear filled Hanzo’s voice as his eyes jumped between the lighter and the discoloured burn mark on his left leg.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm going to brand you.
That way you'll always know you belong to me." The metal started to glow under the constant flame.
There was a possessive smirk that adorned his brothers face.
"That other burn mark I gave you is pretty fucking sexy. Figured this was perfect for a cock whore like you. No matter who you screw around with you'll never be anything more than my fuck toy."
If he had the food to spare, Hanzo would have been heaving it up at that moment. The fear that iced over his soul froze him to the bed.
He could feel what little colour he still had in his face flush as the decoration started glowing even hotter. "You're Sick.."
The lighter flicked off and Genji inspected the metal dangling from his key ring.
It was evenly heated and glowed from the fire. "What do you think brother?
Where shall we place this one?" His full attention shifted to the struggling mess under his weight.
His dick still sheathed deep inside the scared archer. The hand that once held the lighter was softly scratching goosebumps into Hanzo’s skin as it skidded along the marred flesh. "Maybe we should put it on your chest where your heart is?"
Hanzo’s words shook with the cold fear he held. His eyes stayed trained on the heated metal pinched between his brothers fingers. "How about you just keep choking me instead.
I know it gets you off."
It was obvious he tried to hide the terror behind a sexy tone, as transparent as it was. Shaking hands guided Genji’s free palm up his chest and rested it on his throat.
The tears that hung heavy on his eyelashes told of the desperation he held. Even being choked out was better than being burned again.
Fingertips pressed into the vulnerable skin, putting pressure on Genji’s wind pipes once again. A sadistic smile tensed across his brothers face.
"Such a needy slut." He all but purred.
"Not now." The pressure disappeared and his hand once again slid down Hanzo’s lanky frame.
"But I-"
"Shut up! If you keep talking I might just drop it and burn you somewhere..." Genji hovered the heated metal so close to his straining member that the warmth radiated off of it and warmed his hard on. "...unfortunate."
"Please, Genji, don't." Hanzo’s voice trembled as he whispered his pleas.
One hand encircled the small wrist and forced it to hold still as he hovered the metal over that spot.
His free thumb brushed over the pale skin, softly petting it.
"You can always see it. Every time you shake hands, every training, even every cock you rub. It's perfect."
"You can't put it there!" Hanzo felt his strength building for a last ditch effort to escape. He threw his entire weight into trying to throw his younger brother off of him. Genji was thrown off balance and started to fall to the side. Just one more push and "AHH!!"
A soul piercing shriek tore from Hanzo’s bruised throat. The searing metal was held steadfast against the back of his right hand. It only took seconds before the smell of burning meat tainted the stale bedroom air.
Hanzo’s fingers curled and tensed under the unbearable pain as his flesh burned and festered under the metal. He could feel chunks separate from his body as the trinket was lifted away.
Genji’s grip around his wrist forced his hand to stay still as his younger brother inspected the work. His eyes roamed over the exposed pink inside layers of skin. He smiled for a moment looking back at Hanzo with a childish smile. "Came out pretty well for our first attempt."
Hanzo felt his hand slip out of his brother’s grip and fall onto his heaving chest, tears and screams still wracking his entire body.
His other hand wrapped gingerly around the newly freed wrist, holding himself looking for some sense of comfort.
"Don't be such a crybaby.
We have to do it again with your other hand.."
"No, no please don't," He whimpered as he pulled his legs closer in on himself.
The smaller man wanted nothing more than to disappear from that room.
To not exist anymore.
A loud sign slipped from Genji’s lips as he pulled himself out of Hanzo.
The elder shimada almost didn't notice the warm liquid flowing down his thighs and ass over the pain that seared into him. "Fuck off.
I don't want another round if you're going to be so self absorbed." Genji complained.
"Take care of yourself and stay out of my way. I'll just go out for ramen with friends"
Hanzo continued to wheeze out his pained whimpers and cried as his brother wiped himself clean on a discarded shirt before slamming the door to their house behind him. Hanzo was left paralyzed for what felt like hours as he suffered through the sheer pain shooting through his entire being. All he could do was cradle himself and cry as the wound blistered and swelled.
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Later that night Hanzo was already sleeping after he took care of the branding.
He cried himself to sleep like he would almost every single night.
Genji on the other hand came back home very late and drunk of course, he stumbled over his own pile of clothing, he left on the wooden stairs before he slowly made his way to their shared bedroom.
With a thud he fell down onto the mattress next to Hanzo. Who was sleeping almost peacefully on his side, he wrapped his arms around his elder brother.
Even though he was sleeping Genji had other plans for them this night. His left hand traveled underneath Hanzo’s nightdress stroking his sides gently before grabbing his ass giving it a squeeze. Genji groaned as he pressed his already hard cock against Hanzo’s perfectly rounded ass. He spat on his own fingers to lube his cock up a bit before he was rubbing his tip already against the entrance.
When he slowly started to push inside, Hanzo woke up from the sudden pain in is private area. He was awake but he didn’t stop him instead he just laid there letting Genji have his way with him like always.
He couldn’t help but cry out in pain as his younger brother pushed in fully, hearing his loud moan right next to his ear.
"..I’m sorry…brother…that I was being mad..earlier." Genji mumbled within his moans while he pressed some almost apologetic kisses onto the back of Hanzo’s neck.
He moved his hips slowly in a steady rhythm the sound of skin slapping against each other filled the bedroom.
Genji groaned as he fucked Hanzo like there was no tomorrow.
His elder brother on the other hand only whimpered and cried out by each violent thrust . He grabbed the pillow underneath him, screaming and crying into it.
"Ha..you’re so..tight anjia.." Genji moaned loudly while he grabbed Hanzo’s hips harder giving them a tight squeeze. It hurt. So bad Hanzo thought he was getting ripped in half.
He would probably leave marks again that would be visible the next day.
His thrusts grew faster more brutal as he took what he wanted from his brother.
"I-I’m so close.! F-fuck!" The younger shimada huffed aroused.
Hanzo’s body was shaking from the crying and the pain he felt. Genji was almost laying completely on top of him making it difficult for Hanzo to breathe properly.
He was trusting in harder a few more times before warm liquid was squirted deep inside of the elder shimada.
They stayed like this for a moment until Genji slowly pulled out of Hanzo with a gasp.
Still having his arms wrapped around him he pressed a small kiss on the back of Hanzo’s head.
"愛してる. あにじゃ."
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