It was as though he had found some other creature, or another state on a familiar one. The position alone was a change toward honesty, wasn't it? Her weight gave her control. She wasn't rushing, but she didn't hide desperation, either. Up until now her shadows had been truthful, available to him because he'd stared to decipher, but now her entire physical self was like that. Above him, transferring fever onto his mouth, and it tasted like nothing else would be right again. He ate her sob.<br/><br/>She gave his heart ad illness, too, when she confessed. The veil he'd relied on for this new, opportunistic deceit was loosing layers by what she said, and he thought it was apt that perhaps Rei was leaning on her affliction for gain, instead. He squeezed harder on her soft, salt-coated flesh, reveling in testing her dexterity even though he should be impossibly kind to her, today. He thought that she'd earned some suffering, for what she built and then neglected between them. Kitato - and this was his saving grace in all this - did not decline to play, even if the cost was high for others. At least what she was finally saying validated his conflict, walking by her every day in Naho's arms.<br/><br/>The boy below her groaned when she went about allowing him herself, his fingers primal on all her glistening parts. Rei usually would not put herself on display, and this was fever-meant, which made it directly from her spine. He thought his hill could have lifted her then.<br/><br/>It would have been rude to be loud about it, coming in, and Nahoya Aikida was never such a thing. He had been surprised not to find Kit anywhere, but the stillness of the house seemed amicable, almost. The light coming in drew by his neck comfortably. When he reached the door where he went for comfort for the nights, would he have wished the sun had taken his head, then, instead? His eyes glassed-out, his own flavor of their denial, and his steps became staler but quieter, too. Not even the trusting big brother could mistake the sound of Rei's voice, the way he'd never heard it. Needed what, love? And where was Kitato?<br/><br/>Nahoya was there, half his face in the spring that had let Kit in, when she called a named that could be his. But she was already seated on the person she meant, even if Nahoya decided to believe something else. It was painful for his heart and his limb at the same time, which made it painful for his pride. The way her clothes clung, and the soft of her shoulders's dance, he hoped she could be someone else that Kitato had invited to their bed.<br/><br/>Kit had suffered when she said the name he'd taught her. It was unholy in this temple, but he'd not be what she wanted if she'd been left to pray, pious. They could not have existed like this. With the fever spit on his fingers he pushed her up from their kiss, and took her soaking shirt away. "Ah..." he rewarded, when he saw her body, having taken up none of the supposed decay that kept her home. "Rei." he said in a way that made his brother tear up. She was mashing him and it was painful.<br/><br/>Kitato sat and forced Rei to lie down on his legs, so he could lift hers together, ankles in one of his hands. It might have looked like he was helping her with everything, since she was sick. Naho tried to believe it, simple heart, when the younger man pulled her shorts off, up and away from her feet that had them last. The watcher twisted to leave the frame completely when Kit threw the cloth in his direction. While he was hidden he could hear denim open its metal teeth and unlock its button. When he looked back he became sick, seeing the vulgar thing sticking up over Rei's thighs which were around it.<br/><br/>Kitato - who had seated her again, which was easy since she seemed ruined by both the weakness and what he'd made her want these last days - kissed her deeply, and lapped at the willing moist rising on her tongue. It was simple for him, because he was more than an expert on her than Nahoya had ever become in that same bed for years. Was it quiet awe the rightful brother let out when Kit lifted her easily, and set her down to be impaled. Really, the way she was feeling, such an intrusion should have killed her. Big brother worried too much, when it seemed he was the one being violated in his absence.<br/><br/>Kit indulged, as was his nature, and licked her sweat up from her neck while be bounced her gently, to see if she'd come along, if she even could. She had the right to try, and he always savored her complicity. But eventually, when he'd treated her badly for someone who should help cure her, he whispered in he ear. "Would you like me to kill you, Ms. Yoshino?"<br/><br/>It was such a perfectly nightmarish thing to say that Nahoy's hand shot to the torturous bulge her'd risen by himself.