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Garmadon laid lazily on his brother’s bed. Arms stretched over his head, his legs spread just enough for his brother to lay on top of him, the front of his robes open to expose his chest, and finally Wu’s hat covering his flushed face. Wu was sucking and nipping at the flesh of Garmadon’s neck and it made the older man either softly gasp or whimper. It didn’t help that his brother’s long beard felt soft against his chest and stomach. After so many years of banishment, fighting, and life in general, Garmadon never could grow a beard as long as Wu’s. It was always patchy or a stubble. Never growing long. It made Garmadon just slightly jealous, but yet again, he looked on the bright side. Wu looked much, MUCH older than him, it didn't matter that Wu was the younger brother, and Garmadon held that over Wu’s head.
Wu sharply bit where neck meets shoulder and splotches of red pricked at each dent in the skin. The younger brother cursed under his breath, fingers gently caressing the bruising skin. Garmadon peeked out from the hat to see the damage and came to the conclusion that nobody would see it. “It’s all good, brother,” Garmadon sighed, his own fingers playing and twirling at Wu’s mustache. A warm smile spread across his face. He had longed for this. Dreamed it even. To have Wu be in his arms like the old days. The day when they were stupid teenagers raging with hormones and genuine unruly love. That day Garmadon returned from Chen to fight alongside his dear brother. The passion they shared that night never left the older brother. It lingered and festered like a malignant tumor. Garmadon frowned looking back on it. He shouldn’t have married Misako the way he did. He didn’t love her like a husband should. He had viewed her more as a good friend or sister, and used her as his beard for so long. The only good thing that came out of their marriage was Lloyd.
“Garmadon?” Wu’s hushed voice snatched Garmadon away from his thoughts. “Yes?” He replied. “You’ve been quiet, brother. What is on your mind?” Wu removed his hat from Garmadon’s face. He needed to see his brother’s face. To kiss it. To cherish it. Like he should have all those years ago. “It’s nothing,” Garmadon responded, some bite in his tone. Something was nagging at him and Wu was determined to know what it was. “Brother, it’s not nothing. Tell me what it is, please,” Wu asked, his tone almost pleading. Never again would he ignore his brother’s worries or problems. He had made an oath to himself. “I promise, Wu, it’s noth-“
“SENSEI!”
Jay's voice cut through their hushed voices. Peering over to the old fashioned alarm clock on the bedside table, Wu noticed that his students were done with their session for the day and he internally groaned. He thought they had more time. The younger man sighed, hung his head in defeat. Garmadon laughing quietly. He missed his brother’s laughter so much. It was like music. “We will discuss this later, Garmadon,” Wu muttered, eyeing the older man, getting off him. “I’m sure we will.” Garmadon jeered, handing Wu his hat back. “Don’t forget this.”
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Pressed against the dojo wall, exhaling a tiny pleasurable sigh from his lips, Garmadon lifted his head to expose his neck to the bearded man before him. Soft lips kissed at small bruises left behind from their earlier skirmish. Those same fingers caressing gentle circles into the skin of Garmadon’s collarbone. Heat bubbling in his lower stomach. Surging down into his groin. “Wu…” He moaned, his hands ran up Wu’s side, sneaking underneath his white clothing.
A happy hum vibrated from the younger brother’s throat, tickling the junction between his throat and shoulder. Garmadon chuckled. “We still need to talk, brother,” Wu whispered, pulling his lips off of Garmadon, the elder brother groaning at the loss. “Wu. Gosh, not now…just you…please,” He begged, clawing at Wu’s robes, grinding his hips into his brother’s. “I’ve waited for this all day, brother.” and Wu gave a sultry laugh, fingers sliding down to the clasps of Garmadon’s robes. “I’ve been waiting for you too, Garmadon, but your concern worries me,” Wu started, unclipping the clasps. Garmadon’s robes fell open to expose red blotches and pale scarred skin. Garmadon scoffed. Rolling his eyes. “It’s nothing,” he replied, leaning his head against Wu’s, the younger man’s hat falling to the floor. “I promise,”
Strong hands clutched to Garmadon’s buttocks, ripping a surprised yelp from the older brother, Garmadon whining afterwards. “If that is the case, then you’ve already broken your promise.” Wu huffed, pressing a small kiss to Garmadon’s lips. Massaging the round flesh, Garmadon squirmed, his face burning. “Wu,” humming as a response, Wu smirked, moving to nibble at the elder’s earlobe. Garmadon moaned, tickled by the touch, by Wu’s tongue. “Fuck…Wu,”
“Tell me, Garmadon,” Wu growled, rutting his hips forward, painfully biting his ear. Garmadon groaned. “Fuh-fine, it’s about Misako,” he started, startled when Wu hastily pulled away, blank expression. “And what about Misako?” Wu cared for the archeologist. She was his dear friend and sister-in-law. “Nothing bad happened to her, Wu, just… I’ve treated her…with our marriage very terribly. I used her and that wasn’t fair. I-“
Lips pressed against lips. Garmadon pressed himself closer. The kiss became more passionate. More hungry. “It’s all in the past,” Wu muttered, hands coming behind Garmadon’s head. “Fuck,” Garmadon moaned, once again feeling Wu’s groin press into his own, knee coming to join in on the fun. Grinding hard against the semi-erect cock in his brother’s pants. One hand massaging the front “Wu!” Garmadon sharply cried, throwing his bed back, biting his lip.
“More! I need more! Fuck!”
Knock!Knock!Knock!
“Dad? Are you alright in there? Do you need help?”
shit!
Bleary eyes and out of breath, Garmadon internally groaned, biting his bottom lip. Frustrated at the interruption. Lloyd meant well and that is what Garmadon thought in the back of his mind. Settling his composure to sound more normal.
“I’m fine, son! Just…frustrated about something!”
“Do you ne-“
“NO! I mean…no I’m all set. Thank you though.”
Silent was on the other side before Lloyd apologized and said his goodnites, his steps fading away. Both brothers sighed with relief. The crisis was averted. Now it was them again.
“Would you like to continue?” Wu asked, leaning in to peck at Garmadon’s cheek, but a heavy sigh left his brother’s mouth. “I wish, brother, but knowing that my son is around is a boner destroyer.”