author's note: Yes, Joy, fetishes are contagious.
DANGER BOY SEX INCEST DRAG HOLY SHIT YES I SAID INCEST!!! WARNING!!!
Don't come cryin' ta me cos you were traumatized. Tell your therapist. You were warned. 0=)~

"And he works his body just to be somebody
There's a woman in the mirror lookin' like a dream
And he feels his body and he needs somebody
And the workin boy becomes a dancin' queen..."
-Cyndi Lauper "Ballad of Cleo & Joe"

"You can stop anytime now," Gateau informed him, from his corner where he was polishing his sword (and Carrot’s, since Carrot treated his weapon like a secondhand butterknife).

"Stop what?" Marron looked up innocently from his spell book.

"Pretending to read." Gateau checked his hair in the sheen on his weapon. "You’ve been staring out the window and sighing ever since Carrot left. The girls are gone shopping and Carrot’s out practicing his optimism, you can quit pretending to read."

Marron blinked and frowned thoughtfully. "Carrot’s my only brother, Gateau, I just... worry about him."

"And want him."

"And want- what?" Marron closed his book with a snap. "I don’t know what you’re talking about." He put his chin in his hand and stared determinedly out the hotel window. They had posh quarters, this city had been quite grateful to be freed from the evil mage Xelagadrias.

"Like hell," Gateau grinned. "No ordinary devoted brother goes all smooshy eyed every time his sibling walks into the room." He inspected the sad state of Carrot’s scabbard. "Besides... you talk in your sleep."

Marron’s face went mortified white, then red. "Gateau... really, I... you must think I’m some kind of pervert or something... I’m sorry. I never meant for anyone to find out my... interest."

"Why would I think that?" Gateau grinned broadly. "Carrot... well, when he’s not being an ass... he’s kinda hot. For a shrimp. And he is your brother and all... there’s gotta be a bond there."

Marron smiled down at his hands. "You’re very kind, Gateau. I only wish my niisan were so open-minded. Even if fate hadn’t made me his brother, I’m still another man. Thanks to Milphey-Yu we quite know his opinion on such matters."

Gateau hung his sword on the bedpost and looked thoughtful. "He might not be so closed-minded as... inexperienced. He’s never really slept with ANYTHING, has he?"

Marron grinned. "Might as well have virgin on his forehead, I suppose. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Huh, I thought YOU were the brains of this outfit... how can he knock it if he hasn’t TRIED it?"

"I’ve thought of that, Gateau but-" Marron stood and paced in front of the bed, waving robed arms. "Carrot? To sleep with a guy? Willingly? The only thing Carrot will ever sleep with willingly is a girl, and the only person I ever want him to sleep with is ME!" Marron realized abruptly that he was yelling, and apologized fluidly. "Gomen... I guess after so long I’m getting a bit frustrated."

Gateau waved a hand in dismissal. "Hey, I understand wanting someone." He offered Marron a flirty wink. "I don’t like seeing you suffer like this, Marron. It could be distracting in battle. Anyway... I was just kinda thinkin’ about it, and I know an idea that might work."

"Gateau- I... I would never ask you-"

"Ask me to what?" Gateau loomed over the mage and gave him a good shake. "Maybe yer moanin’ and mopin’ around is buggin the fuck outta me." Gateau gave the mage a long look. He hated being mean about it, but Marron had to see sense one way or another.

Marron frowned. "I’m sorry, Gateau. I didn’t realize I was being a bother."

"Yeah, well, you can take my idea or leave it... It’s just a thought. Are you willing to try?" Gateau dropped the freshly cleaned and polished sword and belt into Marron’s hands. It smelled like Carrot, pine and woodsmoke. Marron, almost unconsciously, wound his arms around the weapon, clutching it to his chest like the brother he desired. His hands shook, but his voice was calm. Everything to gain, everything to lose.

"Very well, Gateau. I trust you."

"Are you out of your musclebound mind?!" Marron was wobbling. "This... this is madness!"

"Hold still. Your seams are crooked."

Marron windmilled his arms, trying valiantly to keep his balance. This new footgear was a far cry from the low slippers he was used to. He managed to wedge his ankles sideways and hold his arms straight out as Gateau fidgeted with something in the vicinity of his knees.

"Keep your feet straight. You look like a duck, and that’s hardly sexy."

"If I keep my feet straight I’ll wind up flat on my back, and that isn’t part of the plan yet." Marron tried to improve his posture, using the vanity to brace himself. "Besides, ducks are improvements after some of the things I’ve seen Carrot chase." The bitterness was impossible to keep from his voice. Marron knew he was beautiful, almost painfully so, but that it was wasted on his oblivious and terminally straight brother.

"Hey, when he gets an eyefulla ya he’s gonna forget he’s got feet." Gateau gave a grunt of satisfaction, tugging up zippers. "Well, I was afraid the clothes’d be too small, Eclair is a dainty thing. Bet you never knew you wore the same shoe size as Chocolate?" He stood and supported Marron as the mage listed sideways, helping him walk over to the mirror on the back of the door. "Here... What do you think?"

Marron blinked at the glass in shock. His mother blinked back at him. "Gateau... I... I’m a girl."

"I’m not done with you yet... but NOW do you believe this will work?"

Marron turned, slowly. The six inch steel heels on the thigh high patent leather boots were a bit easier to navigate now that Gateau wasn't messing about with the ticklish parts of his legs. Black mesh hose webbed his thighs to the hem of the very short very tight sculpted black dress, just the barest bit of perfect white skin and black satin ribbon garter showing. The built-in cups on the dress provided all the shape needed for the illusion, elbow-length black gloves slimmed his already effeminate hands, the high collar of the dress tapered his neck.

Gateau smiled proudly. Marron was a vision, no way could Carrot resist. The mage was unconsciously sexy, reaching behind him to scoop up long curtains of black hair, tilting his hips at the mirror, offering his reflection a pout. He started when powerful arms wound around his waist, Gateau's bulk making him look even more female. "You're very beautiful, Marron."

Marron blushed in the mirror. Gateau's eyes were such a sweet blue. "Thank you. You don't think I look... too slutty?"

Gateau smiled ruefully. "Marron, this is Carrot we're baiting, here."

Marron nodded, absorbing this. "This was the SHORTEST dress Eclair had?"

"So how long have you wanted your brother? Don't answer yet... I'm not done..." The small sable brush swept one more time over Marron's lower lip. "Now. Press them together and blow me a kiss."

Marron obeyed, straddling Gateau's lap to have his makeup done.

"Perfect." Gateau rummaged in the box for rouge. "Since you were kids, or what?"

"I guess so... since he first started chasing girls, and Tira and Chocolate weren't the only ones who got madly jealous... what's that?"

Gateau peered at the print. "'Angelic Candlelight' Huh. Girls. Why don't they just call it 'pink'? Suck in your cheeks."

"Suf whaffya ouf ouf four dif?"

Gateau quit flicking Marron's cheekbones with the brush. "What?"

Marron dropped the pucker. "I said, so what am I going to owe you for this?"

Gateau smiled softly, running his thumb along the line of one perfect silvered lip. Marron's eyes half-closed, leaning forward in his chair. So desperate, Gateau wondered, watching the quickening rise of Marron's artificial cleavage. It wasn't Gateau that he was wanting to feel touching him, but one kiss was a sweet steal, and Marron, sighing musically, did not refuse it. He named his price. "I want to watch."

Color that did not come in a jar suffused the mage's face. "Deal."

Gateau beamed smugly and teased Marron's ear with the blush brush, just to hear him moan. "Don't worry, I'll give you plenty of privacy... I just want a few minutes."

"Gateau... I don't know how to thank you for all this." He propped his legs up on the table behind Gateau. The brawny warrior's belt buckle was in a prime place and Marron couldn't resist pressing a little closer.

"You can keep gyrating against my lap for one..." Gateau held a mascara wand to already inky lashes. "Blink."

Marron cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, Gateau, but all this stuff..." He ran a black gloved hand between his legs, over the satin underwear. "feels kinda... " He squirmed. "Good." He exhaled up at his bangs, held out of his face with clips. "I'm hopeless, aren't I?"

"No, you just have a drive that's probably worse than Carrot's and you've been keeping it in pristine white robes for far too long." Gateau gave a few swipes with powder, then pulled the pins out of Marron's hair. It fell in soft waves around his face, the rest of it gathered in a fall down his back to look more feminine. "You're done."

Marron chewed at his lip, sliding slowly off Gateau with a hiss of velvet on denim, and slowly walked over to the mirror to look. He'd gotten the walk just about down, but still staggered, not be prepared for what he saw.

That wasn't HIM! Not this doe-eyed svelte china-doll looking back at him. The weight of the clip on earrings was strange on his head, flashing silver at him as he moved. the subtle paints and curves of his body made a stunning woman where a beautiful man had been hours before. "Gateau... what did you... DO?"

"Nothing, kid. It's a knack, like anything else. Trust me. There's enough of theatrics in bodybuilding. It's impossible not to pick up some things. You want me to walk you down?" Gateau began putting his sister's cosmetics away, tossing away the random used tissue.

"No... Marron shook his head slowly. "You've done more than enough." Marron took Gateau's hands in his own. "Gateau... for everything..."

"Aw, stop." Gateau looked bashful. "With you lookin' like that, I feel like I just rescued you from dragons or something. Now go on. Go get your brother. I'll make sure everything's ready when you get back."

Marron flashed him a dazzling, nervous grin, and rushed for the door. Once he discovered that rushing and stiletto heels don't mix, he clambered back to his feet, offered Gateau a grateful, embarrassed grin, and minced out to knock his Niisan off his feet.

Carrot was in LOVE. Not that this was odd; Carrot fell in love, on average, every six and a half minutes. But THIS was something rare, something fabulous. Something once in a week. Maybe once in a month.

Definitely worth his very best try.

She was a Lady, no doubt of that, aristocratic features and delicate gloved hands, legs crossed modestly. Dressed to kill, unn god Carrot loved short skirts and tall boots, but she was still shy, keeping her eyes on the drink in front of her. Carrot usually went for blondes but he wasn't going to say no to endless waves of raven hair, and damn did he ever envy that barstool for having such a perfect ass resting on it.

That was it, he was going for it.

And so was every other male in the room.

"Hey, one side, loser!" Carrot gave the nearest drooling creep a good fwap with a pretzel bowl. "I saw her first!"

Chaos ensued.

Marron blinked at the dustball of fighting men at his feet. This was not in the plans! Every guy in the bar was coming after him! What was he going to do? He winced as Carrot crashed into the bar mirror, and steeled himself. If he wanted his brother, he was going to have to fight for him.

"Excuse me?"

The room hushed.

"I'm sorry to be such a bother-" Good lord, he didn't know he could giggle. "but my date's here." He picked Carrot up off the bar, dusting off bits of glass. He simpered at the stunned crowd, had the presence of mind to snatch his pocketbook, and fled for the door.

Carrot was dead. He was dead, and he was in heaven. This radiant creature-- damn but she was tall!-- had snatched him from the jaws of-- well, a good pummeling-- and was dabbing at the tiny scratch on his cheek with her own clove-scented handkerchief.

"Are you alright?" Gold eyes that were vaguely familiar surveyed him worriedly.

"If I'd known you were waiting for me, I'd have been a better man in my life..."

"What?"

"Now that I'm DEAD!" He grabbed her wrists and began to sob. "I can't sleep with you! Ghosts can't do it... OH, THE TRAGEDY! The TORMENT! CURSED to a hell with a DREAM in fishnets-" Marron realized he was sitting in a puddle of Carrot-bawl. "and all without any SEX DRIVE!! Was I so HORRIBLE in my LIFE? WHY WHY WH-"

"You aren't dead."

"I'm not?" Carrot popped his head up, grinning. "WHOO HOO babe, LET's DO IT!!!"

"UGGGH!!!" Marron's toes went for the sky, bicycling furiously, the rest of him bowled over by Carrot's enthusiasm. "CARROT! GET OFF ME!"

"What?" Carrot jerked back, and Marron swore at himself furiously. He tittered. "I mean, Um... sure thing, sweetie, but by my rules, okay?" He winked. Carrot gooshed, forgetting his angel couldn't have known his name.

"You want me? Really? Oh GODS I knew all this saving the world shit would pay off!" He grabbed Marron's wrist, making for the hotel. "C'mon hotstuff let's-"

WONGO!!

Marron was glad Gateau had suggested filling his purse with marbles. Carrot went down like a rock. "My rules are my rules, Niisan." He purred, and slung his comatose brother over one shoulder.

The plan was back on schedule.

Carrot was sure of only a few things. One, he was naked. Two, he was blindfolded. Three, he was tied down.

Four, he'd never been so happy in his entire life.

"Hey beyyoootiful…" He sang, turning his head in the direction of the noises of motion. "wahtcha dooin'?"

"Be patient-" Marron bit his lip to stall the automatic 'niisan'. This was going to be tricky. Carrot was only a few feet away, trussed, and squirming. Marron thought his heart was going to thunder out of his chest. Gateau had retired after his promised few minutes, only really getting an eyeful of Marron with his head between his brother's legs.

Marron ran the tip of his tongue over his lips. And hadn't it been sweet. He almost regretted not letting him come in his mouth, but one quick glance back made him even more sure of his decision. Carrot had turned serious, rustling his hips in the sheets.

"Please?" He murmured. "Don't keep me waiting long?"

Marron almost fumbled the small bottle, but managed to recork it with trembling fingers and set it back on the bedside table. The mattress creaked as he settled next to his brother. Carrot, all oblivious, had no idea he was being seduced in his own hotel room. "Sorry, lover," He whispered, running loving fingers over the tousled short hair, kissing Carrot's eyebrows until his older brother was nearly writhing.

"Nnn... god, Meringue..." The pseudonym he'd been given by Marron slipped so easily from his lips. Marron ached to hear his own name, but he was having enough dreams come true tonight. "How come you know me so well? Every place you touch me..." Carrot sucked in a breath as the backs of his knees were tickled. "Like you've known me all my life..."

Marron shrugged, forgetting for a moment that Carrot couldn't see him. "Maybe we're fated, Hmm?" soft silk gloves trailed over Carrot's hungry sex, memorizing the curve of it. Marron had seen Carrot touching himself once, when they were barely fifteen, and the memory of it fueled so many fantasies... Of him creeping over to his brother's bed and being accepted with open arms, of hot kisses and the pleasure of exploding in each other's hands... Marron rubbed his other hand between his legs, biting his lip. He was burning so bad, he didn't think he could stand waiting anymore.

"Kiss me?" Carrot tilted his head up, shoulders straining against his bonds. "I like the way you kiss me... kinda... powerful."

Marron's pulse thundered in his ears. His brother liked the way he kissed. No matter what else, that was true. Their lips met, Carrot's mouth hot and sweet under his own, tongue thrusting upwards into his younger sibling's mouth, fingers clenching, longing to be tangled in that sweet heavy dark hair. A hand wrapped tightly around his sex and he moaned, begging for something, anything, pleading through their joined lips.

Time. Carrot knew it, and Marron knew it, although for a moment he was too scared to move. What if Carrot found out? They were so close... could he guess? Would Carrot be able to tell it wasn't a girl, even with his lack of experience? For the first time since Gateau's suggestion Marron let himself really consider the enormity of what he was doing, and he was terrified.

"Hey, beautiful?" Carrot nuzzled Marron's ear. "Forget about me?"

Marron swallowed thickly. "Never, love."

The dress was already gone, and the underwear, Marron had left on the elbow length gloves, hose and garters and boots. He had to hold himself out of the way as he straddled his brother, gasping in surprised sensation as Carrot slipped so easily against him, as if made to fit. Carrot growled in his throat, lifting his hips up and seeking entrance.

"Unn... beautiful... don't tease me..."

Marron squeezed his eyes shut against sudden unexpected tears, letting his mouth frame a silent 'niisan' as he slowly impaled himself on Carrot's sex. Pain lanced through him briefly but then they were joined completely, Carrot making soft groaning sounds and pushing up harder.

"God you're tight... unnnh... n'hot... sweet sweet lover..." Carrot lifted his hips off the bed, going deeper than Marron thought he could, and the mage nearly blacked out as his brother nudged something sparkling inside him.

"Yes..." Marron ran satin fingers over himself, longing for the touch of his brother's hands, content to imagine them as Carrot succumbed to his ruse. It was so good, so incredibly, terribly good, as tremendous as magic rustling in his veins before fleeing his fingers, and the bed was shaking with the force of them. Pain was forgotten, the unguent Gateau had given him had done the trick. Marron sobbed at the fierce ecstasy of Carrot's slick iron-hard desire ramming into him over and over, filling every empty place inside him, making his hands move faster on himself, building the storm until they were both gasping and Marron couldn't hold on anymore, catching the flood of his release in his hands.

But he couldn't catch the word that escaped his lips.

"Niisan……"

Carrot froze. Marron froze, his heartbeat deafening. His brother Knew. There was no hiding it, no mistaking the tightening of lips.

"C-carrot... I...I..."

Carrot growled fury… And thrust up harder. "Trick me, will you?"

Marron had to brace himself against the headboard, weeping. "Niisan... I'm so-" His breath caught as Carrot took himself out almost completely, shoving roughly back in. "sorry..."

"Unnnnnggg!!" Carrot tore his wrists free and grasped Marron's hips, holding him down as he drove himself the remaining inches over the edge, shaking violently as he came, flooding his brother with heat.

Marron could only sob, slipping off him once he knew he was done, crumpling into a miserable ball on the bed. From behind him there was the rustle of a removed blindfold, and then only silence. Carrot was probably pondering the best way to commit fratricide. "Niisan... forgive me, please... I'll leave, I'll go as far away as you like, you can tell the team whatever you like... I'm sorry..." He hiccuped into his soiled gloves, peeling them off to have something to do. "I..." But he had run out of words, and could only hug himself disconsolately, waiting.

"I thought we trusted each other, Marron." Carrot's tone was grim, and Marron winced. He'd sooner have a knife rammed into his gut than hurt Carrot.

"And I broke it, Niisan... in the worst way... I don't deserve anything but your contempt..." Marron got up to go, but his hand was snared. He looked down at his brother's wrist where he'd been bound to the bed... it was bleeding from where he'd wrenched it free. Marron's whole world had changed, one day ago he would have calmly bandaged him up and Carrot would brag on what a cool younger brother he had.

"You did break it, Marron." Fingers tilted the mage's head, but Marron kept his eyes down. "Marron, look at me."

It was the most terrible thing in the world, but he did what he was told. No, Carrot's expression was the most terrible thing in the world. Blank. Empty.

"But you broke it because you didn't tell me." And Carrot smiled.

Marron sniffled. "Niisan?"

"All this? For me?" Carrot was grinning now, his hands smoothing over Marron's face. "Ototo... Not even Chocolate has worked so hard for me... shh shh…" Marron had resumed bawling at the old nickname. "It's alright."

"You don't hate me? You don't think I'm awful or... what is it? A twisto? Or-"

"No, the twisto is whoever DRESSED you like this. Hey, aren't those Chocolate's boots?"

Marron giggled in relief. "Yes." He laughed through his tears as Carrot picked up part of the sheet to wipe the rest of the makeup away.

"There, Now." Carrot grinned. "That's my brother." He kissed him, softly, and Marron was crying again. "My smart, beautiful, sneaky, sexy brother." He brushed back Marron's hair, extracting him from the unlikely clothing. "Besides, um..." Carrot looked sheepish. "I uh... I really liked it."

"I love you, Niisan..." Marron hugged him, mindful of chafed wrists.

"I guess I love you too, Marron." He smirked. "It explains why the bed always wound up damp when we slept together."

"You too?" Marron was flying, curled up in bed with his brother, both of them exhausted mentally and physically. He had just begun to drift off into a warm, sated slumber when someone poked his shoulder.

"Uh... Marron? Could you untie my feet?"

~owari~

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