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Vash pulled his prosthetic off only an hour earlier before lazily sprawling on the couch. Idly grabbing the remote to turn on some insane bootleg quality reruns of the Jerry Springer from youtube streamed to their TV.
He’s about to nod off, funky orange glasses skewed on his face when he hears keys clinking in the lock of their front door. Mind numb and relaxing in nothing but a pair of loose black track shorts while his mind rots on 90’s reality TV, Vash doesn’t even think much about Nai coming home from work– or class?
Honestly, Vash almost can’t remember what day it is. All he knows is that he has the day off, it's Friday which is like the Saturdays for every college student except Nai. The summer heat is thick and sticky on his skin, it’s probably around 6 pm, and his brain is nothing but content fog. Either way, he smiles and tips his head back on the arm of the couch to look at his cute big brother in the entryway.
Even with his vision upside down from the way his head lolls back, signature glasses hanging on for dear life by the frames tucked behind his ears, Vash can tell Nai’s face is twisted into a frustrated pout as he pulls his shoes off to set them neatly with the rest of their footwear.
Mm– bad day for Nai then.
Although it could just be ‘elevator being broken’ bad day, which wouldn’t be too bad. Just means a few more smiles and cooing sweetly at Nai to get him out of his bad mood. But, if something bigger happened–
Ah– Vash could fix that too.
The twins know each other in a way nobody else could ever hope to achieve, so Vash is fairly confident he can find some way to make that crease in Nai’s furrowed brow disappear by dinner. Maybe even get his big brother to make his favorite pasta tonight, the one with the alfredo and mushrooms Nai pretends to hate. Vash giggles to himself at the thought of his brother bratty and complaining about the fungi he actually does like even when he claims otherwise, while snapping Vash’s thigh with a towel to chase him out of the kitchen and away from eating the pile of shredded parmesan like a menace.
So fucking cute, Vash doesn’t really understand why everyone else think Nai is so scary. He’s just like a little kitten– all hiss and sharp little teeth, but purrs as soon as you scratch behind his ears.
It’s while Vash is debating between his brother being more of a Devon Rex or a Persian cat when the loud slam of their bedroom door makes him jump.
So– Bad, bad day then.
“Nai?” Vash calls lazily, but still loud enough he knows his brother can hear him through that door. There’s no response besides a muffled thud of something angrily being thrown to the floor. There’s another dulled thud of a door being slammed, before Vash can hear the old pipes in their building groan when water starts running through them.
Bad, bad, bad day then.
Vash knows Nai well enough that the sound of the shower running means he will get skinned alive if he tries to bother his brother right now. So, he just hums to himself, not terribly worried, and waits for Nai to decompress by himself until he’s ready to come out. Some people get turned off by how fast Nai shuts down and closes himself off when he gets frustrated and overwhelmed, but Vash has lived and loved his brother for so long he understands it’s nothing personal.
Honestly, Nai closing himself off and taking as much time as he needs to mentally reset alone is far better than what he used to do– Vash isn’t quite sure if Nico has actually gotten over the time Nai tackled him to the ground and attempted to strangle the life out of him when they were kids.
The bruises around his neck were horrific and, Wolfwood definitely still bitterly brings that up every once in a while. Usually it’s some smartass comment when Nai gets on Nico’s nerves, but Vash always kicks the nicotine soaked man in the shin and reminds him that Vash had warned him not to put that slug down Nai’s shirt.
If sticking up for his brother’s childhood antics wins him a few brownie points and Nai trying to tuck himself under his shoulder for cuddles, then that’s between Vash and God– or God adjacent, really just whoever put them on this planet together.
The trashy youtube playlist has already skipped through a few Springer clips, the current one about to get good with an old fashioned Y2K reality TV fist fight when Vash hears the pipes finally settle and the shower turn off. He’s much more interested in listening to Nai shuffle around their bedroom than this televised brain rot, but Vash keeps his eyes fixated on the TV. Nai will come out and cutely pout for Vash’s attention soon enough, there’s no real reason to focus too much on what he’s doing right now.
And just as Vash expected, not even 10 minutes later he hears their bedroom door open then softly click shut and the soft footsteps of his brother’s feet padding towards the couch. Vash tips his head away from the TV, rolling his eyes to look at his big brother standing awkwardly behind him, one hand fisted in the blanket thrown over the back of their couch.
His pale cheeks are all rosy and flushed from the heat of his shower, Vash lovingly taking in how Nai can never seem to towel dry his hair properly so the water always drips and soaks the neck of his shirts until they’re practically see through.
He’s just precious , Vash thinks to himself when his eyes squint up happily at his brother’s paler blue ones, “Long day, mm?”
Nai frowns, fingers tightening around the blanket before hesitantly nodding, letting out a soft hum himself.
His big brother is always so needy, but never feels like he can ask for what he’s aching for when he gets like this. The way Nai shuts down and metaphorically covers himself in barbed wire when he gets grumpy has caused problems between the twins in the past, but things are better between them now– Vash knows the best ways to draw Nai out of his angry little shell and back to being the sweet baby boy he only feels comfortable being around his brother.
Vash fixes those orange glasses falling off his nose before reaching up with the one hand that is always permanently attached to brush his fingers against Nai’s. Smiling up at his brother sweetly, he playfully pinches at one of Nai’s fingers with a tug before sliding his hand back down to hook his thumb in his shorts.
“Wana relax, Nai?” The question is posed softly, Vash tugging at his shorts a little more obvious while looking up at his brother’s pathetic face.
Vash grins all to himself when he notices Nai’s pale eyes fixate on the sliver of skin exposed above his pussy when teasing at his shorts. His brother hasn’t answered, but his stare and pout is enough for Vash to realize the unspoken yes.
It has been a long day for Nai— Vash understands, grabbing at the band of his shorts to hike one side of them down his hip, “Help, please?”
The gentle request— more of a thinly veiled command— jerks Nai out of his stare, bright blue eyes snapping back to meet Vash’s as he nods slowly. The furrow in his brow seems to be smoothing out now, which is good, but it’s still not quite gone– which isn’t good enough for Vash. So, Vash hums high in his throat, almost like a whine to get Nai moving.
The trill does its job, Nai hastily untangling his hands from the blanket before making his way around the couch to climb in between Vash’s legs. He places a soft kiss– almost like a butterfly’s little feet landing on Vash’s skin– against the inside of his knee.
“There’s my sweet boy, yeah?” Vash coos encouragingly to his big brother trapped so prettily between his legs now, “C’mon, it’s okay, I know you need it right now.”
Nai whines pathetically, pale eyelashes fluttering before his hands reach up to tug Vash’s shorts down his scarred thighs. When the fabric reaches his knees, Vash obligingly lifts his legs up allowing Nai to slide the shorts all the way off and toss them in some random direction to find later.
Vash involuntarily shivers once his pussy is exposed to the draft in their living room, already wet and dripping slick that’s evaporating from the air, leaving his cunt cold. He spreads his legs wider for his brother, reaching his hand down to gently tease his chubby little T dick.
Nai makes a sound that Vash would bet his Free Pizza Punch-hole card on not being voluntary– It sounds absolutely needy and pathetic, the older twin looking like he’s about to start drooling over the fat, engorged clit presented to him. It only makes sense though, Nai had a rough day, head probably tumbling around too many thoughts at an overwhelming pace and nothing truly soothes him like warming Vash’s tiny cock.
“Vash–” Nai practically whines.
Vash immediately jerks his hand up to curl his fingers in his brother’s pretty platinum hair, shushing him softly, “It’s okay, Nai. I’m here.”
Pushing gently on his brother’s scalp, Vash guides Nai to finally settle down in between his thighs. Nai’s hands obediently curl around the younger twin’s thighs, and his blush pink lips ghost across Vash’s T dick.
Vash hums happily, almost groaning at how good the sensation feels– always enamored with how amazing having his brother’s soft lips against his pussy feels. He feels the shy lick of Nai’s wet tongue drag across the head of his clit, enjoying it for a second before yanking a little on his brother’s hair clumped in his fist, “Mm, no baby, that’s not what I want right now.”
Nai whines again, looking up at Vash like a scolded puppy before nodding– Honestly, Vash loved when Nai was so stuck up in his own head he couldn’t even properly form words. So wound up that he was just a needy thing begging for Vash’s affection.
When Nai’s warm mouth finally wraps around his throbbing clit, Vash hisses between his clenched teeth loudly trying to stifle a moan. Fuck– Vash isn’t trying to cum right now, but Nai always feels so good buried in his cunt. It’s always hard to hold back at first when his brother is so needy Vash has to feed him his fat little cock to suckle on.
Vash feels his pussy drool onto the couch when Nai’s sweet little tongue teases at the head of his clit, before finally putting the muscle away and sucking Vash’s engorged clit into his mouth. Nai sucks on it for a few more seconds, tongue coming up to tease Vash again for a moment, but finally settles down into something more gentle and rhythmic– Like nursing a pacifier.
Sighing, pleased that Nai is all squared away between his thighs and fat lips wrapped around his cock, Vash untangles his hand from his brother’s hair. Nai whines, baby blues fluttering open to look at Vash from where he’s buried in his twin’s pussy.
Vash just smiles back at him and strokes his thumb across Nai’s sharp cheekbone before grabbing the remote buried in the couch by his side, “Hold on, Nai.”
His brother’s brows furrow again, looking disgruntled and a little upset that Vash had pulled away from him for a moment. The younger twin chuckles, using the remote to skip to the next video in the playlist before booping his brother on the nose, “Stop thinking so much, you’re only good for warming my cock right now.”
Nai huffs, deeply enough for Vash to feel the warm breath tickle the soft hair curling over his labia. It makes him laugh, his brother always so bratty and fighting to the bitter end for attention and control.
It’s only cute for a second though until Vash feels one of Nai’s sharp canines dig into his clit– the ice cold glare sent up at him confirming his brother did that on purpose. Such a fucking brat.
Vash hisses, throwing the remote on the coffee table and using his free hand to go back to fisting Nai’s platinum hair. He yanks harshly, clicking his tongue like he’s chastising a puppy, “Be nice, or don’t be at all.”
Nai only glares at him for a second before slowly closing his eyes and humming, focus fully back on suckling Vash’s clit.
“There’s my sweet boy,” Vash coos softly, gently running his nails through Nai’s hair and across his scalp, “I love you, Nai.”