author's note: The morning after to "To Catch a Carrot" as requested by my llama and the insane voices in my head.
HOLY HAND GRENADES OF ANTIOCH SHE'S DONE IT AGAIN!!
That's right. They're brothers.
They are having sex.
If this disturbs you don't read it.
But how you got through mythology without dealing with such things I'll never know.
And this is, basically, mythology.
Minor spoilers that will, I think, just not make any sense. It has very little effect on the story.
"Daijob'ka" is basically "you okay?" (and Carrot is SO cute when he says it!)

Morning found Carrot zonked out as usual and Marron zonked out as not. The elder of the Glaces brothers yawned, stretched his toes, rolled over, stole the blankets, and blinked drowsily at a garter belt and thigh-high boots on the floor. He shrugged, rolled back over, kicked his sibling a few times, then did a double take back at the floor.

His brother in bed with him. His wrists chafed.

His REALLLY happily content sex drive.

Crumpled dress on the floor.

His eyebrows came together, very sleep-fuzzed mind working on this.

Dress? Marron? Marron IN a-

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Marron grabbed the pillow closest and shoved it over his head. Really, Did Tira and Chocolate have to start tormenting Carrot earlier and earlier? He’d had a rough night last night doing.. what was he doing?

Marron sat bolt upright in bed, clutching the pillow to his chest. Carrot was an exact mirror of him, wild-eyed and clinging to his bedding.

"Niisan.. did.. did we..?"

"Mornin’ Boys," Gateau strolled by, towel-clad, en route to the loo. "How’d it go?"

Marron looked at Carrot. Carrot looked at Marron. Carrot sort of.. grinned. Marron blushed.

"Hmm." Gateau raised an eyebrow. "Guess you haven't had a morning chat yet. Sorry bout that.. I'll leave you to it." He waved at them and shut the door to the adjoining bedroom with a subtle click, more for their peace of mind than his own privacy.

Silence welled up slowly in the room, neither of the brothers looking at the other. It was only when the quiet became unbearable that Marron finally broke it. "Niisan? Are you alright with everything that happened?" The words began to fall out in a rush. "Because if you aren't or you've changed your mind.. tell me now?"

"I'm okay, Marron.. sorry I screamed like that." He grinned. "Delayed shock reaction, I guess. Just gonna take some getting used to.. this."

Marron frowned down at the pillow in his lap. "If you ever develop regrets, Niisan, you will tell me? I don't wish to make you unhappy."

Carrot sprawled back on the bed with a beatific grin. "I can't remember when I've BEEN so damn happy, Marron.. unnnn…." He stretched luxuriously. "Besides, I never had any morals before, why should I develop them now?"

"Liar." Marron threw the pillow at him, smiling affectionately.

"Only half the time." Carrot brandished the pillow, preparing to retaliate. He hesitated as Marron moaned softly in pain, wincing slightly as he curled up on his side, his back to his brother.

"Marron?" Carrot slowly lowered his fluffy weapon. "Marron, daijoub' ka?"

Marron nodded into the sheets. "Just a little sore, Carrot. I'll be alright."

"You sound more than a little bit sore." Carrot lifted Marron's heavy hair, tucking the pillow under his head. He lingered, stroking the soft ebony waves that never seemed to tangle. A puzzled line appeared between his eyebrows. "Marron.. I don't know much about it, but last night.. I hurt you, didn't I?"

"It's the nature of it, Niisan." Marron's voice was calm, matter-of-fact. "I haven't sustained any permanent damage. Besides." He glanced over his shoulder, smiling to dispel his brother's worry. "It's what I want." Pale fingertips traced the frown Carrot wore, trying to reverse it.

"Then next time you do it to me." Carrot folded his arms, looking resolute. "Nobody hurts my little brother." He leaned over to get nose to nose with the mage. "Not even me."

"Niisan, really. I LIKE it. Think of it as being hung over after a really good party. It's not pleasant, but well worth the pleasure."

"You sure?" Carrot ran a hand tentatively over Marron's hindquarters, as if checking for broken bones.

"Yes I'm sure.. and that feels really good." Marron sighed as his brother got a bit more bold, counting ribs, feeling the contours of thighs and stomach, not quite brave enough for anything more intimate.

"It does?" Carrot paused, encountering the relief of one nipple, but his curiosity beat out his trepidation hands down. Marron made a noise that had nothing to do with pain and Carrot watched in wonder at what a simple touch could do to his brother. Making his pulse speed up, hammering under Carrot's hand. Making his breath come in short swift pants, color stinging his cheeks. Making him fold his deft hands between his thighs to mask his desire, too used to concealing it from Carrot to let it show now. And Carrot was simply stunned the whole time, for one that he could get a reaction, ANY reaction from his normally reserved sibling, and two that his own body was responding just as strongly.

"Marron, you don't have to hide." Carrot lifted his brother's hands away, Marron offering only momentary resistance. "You're so beautiful, you don't have to be shy or anything, I mean jeez.." He laughed, slightly chaotically. "I AM your brother."

"I just..." Marron's eyes went wide, his voice evaporating as Carrot's fingertips dipped lower, his warm breath speeding up against Marron's ear.

"Wow... you're all... soft." Carrot's fingers lingered, like petting a kitten. Marron bit his lip and keened softly. He felt Carrot smile. "Okay, well maybe not ALL soft." Fingers wrapped around him, measuring him up. "Really damn nice, actually." His older brother nuzzled a chuckle into his ear. "Never thought of you bein' built or anything, Marron."

"Niisan!" Marron's tone was frantic, desperate, fingers clawing the bedding. Carrot glanced down and realized what he'd been doing, out of habit. Marron was whimpering with pleasure, rocking his hips into the motion of Carrot's palm.

"Oh... sorry, I didn't know-"

"Unn, Niisan, don't STOP." Marron caught his brother's hand, keeping it between his legs. "Please.."

Carrot was grinning wildly, not trying to fight the power rush that came with making the mage shiver, pressing himself against but not into the perfect heat of Marron's backside. "You like this, huh? You ever do this to yourself? And think about me?"

Marron nodded frantically, undone. "Yes, Niisan." It was barely a gasp, Marron biting down on his pillow, leaving a faint red smear where he'd already brought blood on his lip.

Carrot sped his hand up, wondering if Marron responded to the same patterns he did. "That's really hot you know, Marron."

"Unnn!" Marron's legs were tensing and Carrot was getting an education in eroticism. Blowing softly against Marron's ear made Marron create the most intricate little sounds, pressing back against Carrot despite being tender.

"Say it."

"Niisan..."

"Like you do to yourself, when you were fantasizing about it." Carrot nipped an alabaster shoulder. "C'mon. Say it when you come, Marron. I know you do."

"Niisan!"

"That's right."

"Unn... god..."

"Good..."

"Unn... unnnnn... unnnnnnnniiiiisaaaaannnnn... ah... aaahhhunnnn..."

"Damn, that's hot." Carrot looked down at his brother, curled up against him and shuddering with aftershocks. Hot sticky had spilled over his fingers, dampening the sheets. Marron was making quiet anguished noises into his pillow.

Belated desire hit Carrot like a tidal wave; his hand was between his own thighs before he bothered to think, Marron's sweetness cool on his burning sex, adding an extra kink. His hands were quickly covered by another set, sculpting him, shaping his need until Carrot was thrashing, cries stifled by a mouth on his own.

A mouth that was moving.

Marron was doing a spell.

"Marron? What the fuck're you DOIN'? This is no time to prah- prahct prachticicuuuuuuhhhnmarrrrronnnnNNNNNNNN!!!"

Fire exploded through his veins, searing pleasure behind it, white hot, intense, screaming phoenix ecstasy gifted from his brother's hands, the intended present that had been purloined last night. He felt like he was

going to come forever. Had the magic been evil, or an attack, Carrot would surely have switched forms in an instant, as it was he couldn't even speak for a full three minutes, staring in astonishment at the ceiling.

"God." Was what he managed, eventually. Marron lifted his head from his brother's chest, smile benign but exhausted.

"Do I please you, Niisan?"

Carrot grinned deliriously. "n'hell yes."

"Good." Marron nuzzled up, sleepily. "That's all I ever wanted."

"Hey, Marron?"

"Yes, Niisan?"

"Does it bother you that I'm your brother? I mean, you wanting me and all that leftover deity stuff we've got and... I guess, if you could change things, would you?" Carrot had one of his rare moments of earnestness, those that were always paired with his moments of beauty.

Marron's gold eyes softened, pressing his cheek closer to Carrot's chest, listening to the intimacy of his heartbeat. "If I had to choose between being the brother of Carrot Glase and being his lover, I would be far more honored to be his brother." Marron pressed a kiss to his sibling's lips. "But if I am lucky enough to have both, then I will thank the gods for it every day of my life. I would sooner see the world die than abolish the blood between us, Niisan."

Carrot's smile turned fragile, he buried his face against Marron's neck, into the soft hair. "I love you, Marron."

Someone coughed.

Marron and Carrot started, blinking at the entry to the bathroom. Gateau had ripped the handle out of the door, he looked on the verge of tears. "Wow..." Sniffle. "That was beautiful."

"Um... Gateau, was there something you wanted?" Carrot leaned back casually, as if the situation was nothing odd.

"Something make you tear the locking mechanism out, Gateau?" Marron raised an eyebrow. "How long were you there?"

"Here? Me? Not long." He dropped the knob sheepishly. "I ah... um... what was I going to tell you? Oh yeah, Tira and... whatsername CHOCOLATE, yeah, Tira and Chocolate are um... they're on their way."

"WHAT??!?!?!!"

"Quick! Makeupthebed!"

"No, put your CLOTHES on!"

"Nine HELLS my robes are in the OTHER ROOM!"

"Well put THIS on! "

"GAH! I'm not wearing that DRESS NOW!!"

"GODS this room smells like SEX!"

"Open the DAMN window!"

"It's STUCK!"

"I guess I can't jump out of it…"

"Marron... you're covered in... ehh..."

"AW, SHIT!"

"I didn't know Marron swore."

The lock clicked.

"GYAAAAA!! It's THEM! Quick, over here!"

"No, Niisan, you're sitting on my- UFF - spellbook!"

"Gateau, STALL them!"

"Are you out of your fucking MIND?"

The handle turned.

"DAMN!"

"DAMN!"

"NIISAN!"

"Hello, boys."

Marron looked up from his book, Carrot reluctantly turned away from ogling pretty girls on the street, and Gateau paused in the act of his double madrigal flex with a twist. They all smiled.

"Hello, girls."

Chocolate and Tira peered surreptitiously around the room. It was quiet, tidy, and Carrot yawned into his hand, looking bored and slightly hungry.

"Is... everything alright here?" Tira pushed her glasses up.

"Fine," Marron said.

"Fine," Carrot said.

"Why?" Gateau asked.

"No reason." Chocolate sniffed the air suspiciously.

Marron threw his brother an irate look. "Carrot, don't you EVER wash your socks?" He glanced at his book and turned it right side up before anyone noticed.

Carrot looked very effectively guilty and contrite.

"Hmmm." The sisters exchanged glances. Those three were up to something... it was right under their noses...

And so was a black garter belt.

"Shit, Tira, what's THAT!!!" Carrot pointed wildly behind them.

"What?" They both whirled, expecting slavering zombie-hurling sorcerers. Marron snatched the bit of black satin, tossing it to Gateau, who chucked it out the window.

"Ohnuthin,'" they all chorused, smiling sweetly.

"Well, I guess we're ready to check out and we've got a lot to pack and all so girls why don't you go and double-check your rooms and we'll meet you in the lobby, kay? Thanks love ya bye." Carrot slammed the door behind him and slumped. "Sometimes I believe we ARE avatars."

Gateau cleared his throat. "Uh.. guys? Do you um.. do avatars usually wear each other's clothes?"

Marron looked down at his green tank top, Carrot at white robes.

"Oops."

"We KNOW they're up to something. We just don't know WHAT. " Chocolate was pacing the lobby; Tira sat in a small pile of red robes and huge glasses, chin in hand.

"Carrot couldn't have been up to no good though, sis. He's been in the hotel room since early last night, and with Marron. Marron wouldn't let him get into trouble. Maybe he really WAS just tired from the last fight."

"I can't believe my darling would just take a NAP in a city full of pretty girls." Chocolate scowled, drumming fingers into a tabletop.

Tira fidgeted. "Well if he WAS really exhausted, maybe. And Marron was studying and Gateau said Marron would keep an eye on him and they shouldn't be bothered, so what kind of trouble WOULD they get into in a hotel room by themselves? We bribed the doorman, we know they didn't go anywhere. As for the clothes... Well maybe Carrot got cold or something? You know he'd give his niisan his last breath if Carrot asked."

Chocolate frowned. "Marron and Carrot... you don't suppose Marron.." They both looked at each other a long moment, not even sure what they were implying. Or maybe they were, they just weren't going to say it.

"Naaaaaaaahhhh…"

Tira giggled. "Really, that's so SILLY!"

"Isn't it? Wow. Silly."

"Yup. Really silly, there, sis."

They sat back and sighed.

Chocolate examined her nails. "Really really... Silly."

"We're not letting them out of our sight, are we?"

The elder Miss smiled. "Nope."

They chuckled evilly.

~owari~

by Tenshi
bakuretsu hunter
b i s h o n e n i n k