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Yuuya narrowed his eyes over his espresso cup, but Sakuya seemed to be as completely serious as always. "I can't have heard you correctly," Yuuya finally said. "You're the musician, not I. And I thought she was already reasonably proficient in playing the hichiriki; why is she switching to a different traditional flute?"
Sakuya glared back at him and sipped more café au lait. "Sakazaki. My request for you to help her learn the shakuhachi is purely... metaphorical."
Quickly, Yuuya swallowed his mouthful of espresso before it could spray out his nose. After he finished laughing, he had to remove his glasses to wipe his eyes. "Little brother. Are you... pffft! ...are you genuinely asking me to teach Hiyoko how to suck cock? I'm flattered, but shouldn't she ask me herself?"
"She proposed this herself," Sakuya said, with icy composure. "As well as my demonstration of acquiescence by conveying the request. Do you accept?"
"Oh, if I must. Though you might make it sound more inviting and less like a challenge to a duel. Is there a proposed time and place for this charming rendezvous?"
Sakuya shrugged, an elegant flick of one shoulder. "She suggested that you be the one to choose. Personally, I would recommend chez toi. I think she would enjoy a real mattress for once. As would I."
Yuuya put a hand over his face, laughing again. "Wait, you're coming too?"
"That is the whole point of this exercise, is it not?"
---
Hiyoko looked around Yuuya's apartment, bright-eyed with curiosity as she handed him a fruit basket and hung up the shaggy pelt she used as an overcoat. "Hey, Yuuya. We brought you some oranges," she said cheerfully, kicking off her shoes. "Should we sit down and eat some first, or go ahead and get naked?"
Sakuya closed the door, whisking his coattails out of the way before settling onto the entrance bench to begin unlacing his boots. "Good evening, Sakazaki," he said without looking up.
"Bonsoir, mon amie. Do make yourself comfortable by the kotatsu, though there's no need to disrobe just yet. And little brother, if we're to end up naked together, you could at least address me in a friendly fashion for once. Would you like any help with your boots?"
"No." Sakuya's eyes flickered up at him, but only for a moment. "But thank you for the offer. Yuuya."
Yuuya placed a hand over his heart. "Ah, how long it's been since I heard you call my name. I do hope there'll be a much shorter interval before the next time."
"Yuuya. Go talk to Hiyoko and leave me alone for now."
With a melodramatic sigh, Yuuya went back to the main room, where Hiyoko was peeking at the underside of the kotatsu. "Oooh," she said. "Electricity. I approve. I used to have one of these with a charcoal brazier built inside, but it was too much trouble to maintain both that and the cooking hearth all winter."
"I will take your word for it, as I seldom cook." Yuuya sat down on a cushion, precisely aligned at one-third of the distance around the table from the other two cushions. He rolled an orange across at her and began to peel one himself. "So, mon amie, what on earth do you have planned for us this evening? My dear little brother has been somewhat vague."
She shrugged. "I guess that depends on how comfortable the two of you are with each other."
"And," Sakuya said, padding into the room in his socks, "whether your astonishingly louche reputation is at all accurate." He pulled his cushion closer to Hiyoko's before sitting down. She nudged him with an elbow.
"Sakuya," she said softly, "that's not nice. He's doing us a favor; you shouldn't insult him for it."
Yuuya rolled an orange across the table at him, too. "Mais non. Indeed, I have shouldered what seems to be a remarkably open-ended obligation. But if we may proceed to a straightforward discussion of tonight's agenda, it seems to inevitably devolve to Hiyoko sucking someone's cock and someone sucking Sakuya's. Am I meant to be the intermediary someone in this transaction, or will I merely be shunted off to the side as a observer and consultant?"
"Well," Hiyoko said slowly, "I was thinking that if you've had it done to you, then you know what feels good. Right?"
"Mais oui."
"And if you know how to do that yourself-- do you?" Yuuya shrugged noncommittally, and Hiyoko continued at an even more uncertain pace. "Or even if you don't, then you can probably explain what to do, even if you don't, um, demonstrate. It's just that he won't let me try on my own, and he won't even tell me why not."
Both of them looked at Sakuya, who was peeling his orange with ferocious concentration into a single narrow spiral strip. He said nothing.
"Mon amie, would you object if I spoke to my little brother in fraternal confidentiality? He and I might converse en français while you remain here and eat oranges, or you may prefer to go enjoy my sexy and luxurious bathtub. Its water should be hot by now. I've left extra yukata and towels nearby."
"Ooh, a hot bath sounds good." She sprang up and disappeared down the hallway.
"Eh bien," Yuuya sighed. "Allons-y. And here I thought it was because she'd accidentally bitten you. If you really have some primal horror of receiving oral sex, then by all means say so."
Sakuya started to divide his peeled orange into individual segments, carefully removing the small white tendrils from the outer membranes. "I don't know if she'll think I taste bad. Or smell bad. I'd rather see how she reacts to you first. Or maybe how you react to me. I don't know what I'd do if she told me I disgusted her. With you... it doesn't matter as much."
"I am overcome by your solicitude for my tender sensibilities." A hearty splash echoed from the bathroom. "Surely you don't think that she tastes or smells bad?"
To Yuuya's delight, Sakuya's eyes dilated hugely, glazing over as he unconsciously licked his lips.
"It seems not," Yuuya noted. "And yet I find myself strangely reluctant to come between you, as it were. Perhaps it's just that it seems unfair for all of this activity to be directed at you. What about her? Are you going to be tasting her here tonight? Can I watch? Can I touch her? Can I taste her too? Can I fuck her?"
Sakuya's dilated pupils snapped shut to pinpricks. "You had better ask her that yourself."
"Oh, I intend to. But first I want to know how you intend to react. It's so awkward to interrupt a tender moment by yelling for swords at dawn to the death."
"If--" Sakuya took a deep breath, and swallowed hard. "If she accedes to you, then I'll accept it, as part of tonight's arrangement. But it ends tonight. Don't pursue her afterward, or I will challenge you. Unless," he added very quietly, "she decides she wants to continue with you instead of me. And then I would probably ask her to stab me in the heart and have done with it."
"Zut alors. I haven't even asked her yet, much less received an answer. Don't leap ahead to making your own funeral arrangements, or mine. Though if I ever accept a duel with you, I will show up two hours early with a sniper rifle." Yuuya ate another piece of orange. "Little brother, you really are madly in love with her, aren't you?"
"Yes." Sakuya's subtle shifts of non-expression were as coolly elusive as the shadows of falling snow.
"And yet here you are, bringing her to your louche mongrel half-brother to suck my cock, or at least have me watch and offer suggestions while she sucks yours. It's not at all what Monsieur Le Bel would do."
"No. But then," Sakuya said with a small, strange smile, "I no longer belong to the house of Le Bel, do I? Now I belong to her."
---
Sakuya scrubbed himself harder, shivering. The cold water was helping him maintain concentration, as was his extreme ambivalence about being here tonight. Yuuya was only a few feet away, casually chatting with Hiyoko in the bath. It was such an unfair advantage for them to be accustomed to casual bathtime nakedness like this. And the bathtub wasn't even much larger than a Western bathtub, though the two of them were politely scrunched up at opposite ends waiting for him to pop into the middle.
"Little brother, your skin is turning red all over, except where it's turning blue. Aren't you done yet?"
"If I'm going to use your name, you could at least use mine. But come over here. I want to ask you something." Sakuya rinsed himself again with the snake-like showerhead hose, then hung it up on the wall and awkwardly sat back on the small plastic bench. Yuuya splashed out of the bath and across the tiles, and crouched beside him, naked except for his glasses and little hair barrettes.
"Eh bien, Sakuya. What is it?"
"Can I see your penis?" Sakuya whispered.
Yuuya grinned. "What, already? Voilà."
"No, I meant-- aaagh. It's just that I don't know if I'm washing correctly."
"Pour l'amour de Dieu, didn't all of those nursemaids teach you anything? Or were they handling it themselves so that you never had to lift a finger to--"
"Shut up," Sakuya hissed. "See, I can get my foreskin retracted all the way, but I can't really wash underneath. When I touch the head like this, it hurts." He winced, demonstrating.
"Really? Does it hurt when she touches it?"
"What are you talking about? Can I see?" Hiyoko splashed out to join them, despite Sakuya trying to wave her off. "Oooh, it's penis comparison time."
Yuuya smirked. "I see, it's like a proximity sensor."
"Hiyoko, please go back into the bath," Sakuya pleaded. "I think this would be easier for me right now without an erection."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Yuuya said. "Hiyoko, what does he usually do when you touch him here?" As he pointed to the exposed glans, Sakuya self-consciously let go of his foreskin and it rolled back up again. Yuuya sternly wagged his finger. "Retract that again or I'll do it for you." Sakuya meekly obeyed.
"Should I touch him there right now?"
"No!" Sakuya blurted, trying not to look at her entire wet nakedness. He didn't want to be aroused while just asking his own brother about elementary hygiene questions which he obviously should have learned in early childhood, but it seemed to be too late for that now.
"Oh, I don't think so," Yuuya mused. "It was just a question. I suppose that generally, you only touch him there when he's fully aroused, and that he rather likes it." The organ of note lurched in corroboration before Sakuya mentally wrestled it back down again. "So it's just a matter of extreme sensitivity to the point of pain in the unaroused state. If it's even painful to touch it with soapy fingertips-- am I correct?-- then either you can make every wash-up a rather festive experience, or employ an extremely gentle cleaning method. Hiyoko, Sakuya is looking skittish, so perhaps you should prepare to hold onto him," Yuuya said, and reached for the showerhead hose.
"Hey!" Hiyoko said, as Sakuya tried to bolt. Her bare breasts were wet and slippery against his back as she wrapped her arms around his chest, pinning him onto the bath seat.
Yuuya had been tweaking the taps to get a small, continuous dribble of water from the showerhead, which he teasingly brandished at Sakuya. But then to Sakuya's relief-- or possibly disappointment?-- he simply put the showerhead down on the tiles nearby and turned away. "I don't know about you, but I'm getting back into the bath now. Hiyoko?"
Splash. Splash.
Left to his own devices again, Sakuya stared resentfully at his recalcitrant anatomy. Gingerly, he peeled back his foreskin again and dribbled the water over the exposed head, rinsing away small pale bits of lint or whatever had been stuck there. Hygiene successfully accomplished. Now all he had to do was join his naked girlfriend and his naked brother in the tub so they could all be naked together and do sex.
This was either going to be the best night or the worst night of his life. Or possibly both.