☆Wish Upon A Star☆

☆~Chapter 2~☆

☆☆☆~Ten years later~☆☆☆

"See you later, babe..."

A little smile formed in Yao's lips, quickly pressing it to the Russian boy's.

"See you later!" He pulled away, his smile brightening as his cheeks blushed happily.

The taller boy smiled slightly and waved, starting to walk away.

Yao let out a soft, lovestuck schoolgirl-like giggle and waved back, wrapping the dirty, white scarf tighter around his neck. He walked into his home, still unable to erase a smile from his face.

Kiku looked up from his textbook, his eyebrows furrowed in a mix of disgust and focus. His glance softened when it met Yao's happy face. "Welcome home, Yao-nii." He even smiled slightly.

How couldn't he smile? If Yao was happy, that was all that mattered to Kiku.

"Hi Kiku! How's highschool been today?" He smiled and giggled happily, prancing around the room and taking his heavy, worn out coat off.

"Not as good as your date, it seems," He turned his attention to the small lines of Chinese characters that held all the knowledge Kiku needed to learn by heart before the test, a small smirk playing on his lips as Yao's face flushed bright red.

"Hey!! Have you been spying me again?!" The Chinese boy huffed, crossing his arms.

"Our door is thin, and your voice was rather loud, dear brother," He chuckled, marking the most important sentences with a bright yellow marker that was almost running out of ink.

Yao's angry frown turned into a pout. "Kiku!" He whined, running to the fourteen-year-old boy and wrapping his thin arms around him from behind. "It's not fair to use those fancy words around me! What does 'rather' even mean?"

Kiku's eyes widened, both at the sudden hug and Yao's inoffensive words, which seemed like an attack from Kiku now. "Right... I-I'm sorry, Yao-nii," He said in a low voice, looking away and hoping that the viscous red blush on his cheeks was gone when Yao pulled away.

The older teenager smiled, pulling away after pressing a kiss against Kiku's head. "That's better! Don't be upset though, I didn't mean it in a bad way,"

Kiku's hand clenched tighter, squeezing the old marker. He couldn't bare that kind of contact from his brother. It was too painful. He quickly pulled away from the table, taking his textbook and his marker.

"D-Don't worry, Yao-nii." He didn't look at him, afraid of Yao noticing his blush. "I-I'll be studying in my room! Don't barge in without knocking, please!" He almost cloaked, practically running to his room.

He shut the door behind him, throwing his studying tools on his bed and breathing rather heavily.

He could almost still feel Yao's playful lips tickling the back of his head. Beautiful, perfect lips previously kissed by a man he didn't know or want to know.

It just couldn't be right. Kiku's feelings towards his own brother were the worst sin the young teen could think of.

He was sick. It was wrong to love a brother in such a deep, passionate way. And he still did. Blaming himself for it, badly injured from his heartache.

But he still did. And knew he shouldn't.

It was too painful, too unholy, too disgusting. Yao would never approve of it, he would never return that kind of desire towards his very own brother.

He was too young to even think about how would Yao's naked body feel against his; about how he would hold him close and soothe him to sleep, bathing in the aftersex glow; about how he wanted to feel his insides with his...