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Nostalgia

Summary:

Ogata, weak and feverish, is forced to take shelter in the opening of a cave, where he is visited by the ghost of his brother.
(Takes place post chapter 200)

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Ogata’s skin was clammy, his face was flushed and hot with fever, and his eye socket throbbed painfully with every heartbeat. He needed to keep moving to keep up with Sugimoto but his body was threatening to give out if he didn’t rest. He finally submitted to his body’s exhaustion and permitted himself to take shelter in a small cave where he sat with his back to a wall and his knees pulled up to his chest.

The cave was narrow, and only a few feet from the entrance, the walls tapered off into an impassable opening about two inches wide. The clothes Ogata had managed to scavenge following his escape provided little warmth against the unrelenting wind outside, so the marginally warmer air drifting out from deeper inside the cave was a welcome, albeit minor, relief.

Ogata’s insistence to keep pushing slowly faded as weariness and delirium took over. He closed his eye and rested the back of his head against the cave wall but found that this attempt to relax only made him more aware of the bandage covering his damaged eye socket. He gritted his teeth and fought the urge to rip the sticky, itchy gauze off his face. He tried to focus on relaxing his shallow breathing but his frustration and discomfort was too distracting.

He opened his eye and glimpsed something in his peripheral vision. He instinctively reached for his rifle, which was long lost under the drift ice, and turned his head to see a familiar faceless spectre crouched next to him.

“How long are you gonna follow me, Yuusaku?” Ogata’s throat was dry and his voice was hoarse.

There was no response, just a hollow stare from the black void where his brother’s eyes should be. A drop of blood slid down his face, leaving a crimson red streak across his pale skin, and landed on the stone floor between them. Ogata slowly looked him over and smirked when he noticed Yuusaku’s elaborate dress uniform.

“It’s strange,” he paused and licked his chapped lips. “That’s not the uniform you died in.”

The ghost had no reaction.

Ogata shifted so that he was facing Yuusaku on his knees and leaned forward. He lifted a hand and slowly placed his index finger on the bridge of Yuusaku’s nose and was satisfied to find the phantom of his brother was a solid apparition. His skin was smooth and cold. He slid his finger upwards, following his nose and dragging it through a streak of icy blood, until he found the bullet hole just at his hairline. He saw a brief glimmer of light in the blackness where Yuusaku’s right eye was as he pushed his finger into the wound. He used his index and middle fingers to massage the hole and blood started flowing freely down Yuusaku’s face.

It felt like sticking his fingers in ice water. Yuusaku’s lips parted, as if to say something, but he made no sound. Ogata removed his hand from his brother’s forehead but he quickly found the entrance wound on the back of his head. He pulled Yuusaku’s head close and dragged his dry tongue over Yuusaku’s bottom lip. He lingered for a moment, then proceeded to lap up some of the icy blood dripping into the corner of Yuusaku’s mouth like a hungry kitten.

“Do you just miss me fucking you?” Ogata whispered with his lips nearly grazing Yuusaku’s skin. Ogata smirked when he felt Yuusaku inhale, almost imperceptibly. His hands, guided by practice, began deftly undoing the buttons down the front of Yuusaku’s uniform jacket. He ripped open the white shirt underneath the jacket and ran his hands over Yuusaku’s bare skin which barely contrasted with the white of his shirt. He was as still and cold as a marble statue.

“You’re exactly the same as I left you.”

Ogata pushed Yuusaku to the ground and was delighted to see his blood-soaked face appearing to struggle to form a pained expression. Ogata unceremoniously tugged Yuusaku’s pants down to the middle of his thighs, grabbed his legs just behind the knee, and forced his brother’s legs up so they rested on his shoulders. He peeled back the fabric of Yuusaku’s fundoshi and began slowly rubbing his asshole with his thumb.

Yuusaku let out a weak whimper in protest, barely more than a breath, but didn’t move. Blood was starting to pool beneath his head and run towards Ogata, who reached up and dipped the tip of his thumb in the wound on Yuusaku’s forehead. He moved his hand back and began working the blood around Yuusaku’s hole.

Ogata removed his hand to pull down his own pants and release his cock. He began to stroke himself at the sight of Yuusaku laying in front of him as he had several times before; exposed, unmoving, but unwilling. So desperate to please his big brother he wouldn’t run. Ogata missed seeing his brother’s face and chest flush pink in embarrassment while he raped him.

Ogata shoved the tip of his cock in and Yuusaku let out a small cry. Ogata tipped his head back and moaned as he pushed the rest of the way in. To his disappointment, Yuusaku was silent but Ogata could tell he was staring at him, despite the unmovable shadow across his face. Ogata found himself growing lightheaded and dizzy as he began thrusting. Yuusaku’s blood had started to seep into the knees of Ogata’s pants. His head was swimming and he could barely focus on Yuusaku’s face, but he was able to make out wet tears cutting through dried blood down his cheeks.

Ogata’s eye socket throbbed painfully and the edges of his vision started to fade as he got close to finishing. The sound of Ogata’s panting and his sweaty skin sticking to and separating from Yuusaku’s ass unashamedly filled the cave for a few brief moments before he snapped his hips in and came. The last of his strength left him and he lost consciousness, collapsing on top of the body of his younger brother.

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i needed to be the change i wanted to see in the world despite having not written fic in years. u can probably tell. thx 4 reading tho :)))