Kumo no ito ~The Spiders' Downfall~

Title: Kumo no ito ~the spiders' downfall~

Author: Tashy

Email: bloody_powder_snow@h...

Archive: sure...

Comments: Well. I already posted this fic on the ml awhile ago, and I

hope they don't get mad at me for posting it again! Eek! This one is

six parts long, plus prolouge, plus epilouge. Yay for long fics!

anyway, if the ml gets mad at me for posting it again then I'll stop

posting it. and sorry to those of you who have already read it and

don't wanna read it again. xD yay for part one!

Genre: Angst, ANGST, ANGGGSTTTT! :D don't ya just love it? Oh and

uh...romance, or something. :x

Rating: R o.o probably.

Pairing: Kirito x Kohta, Kohta x Jun, Kirito x Aiji...I think.

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part one: the pretty poison

Kirito sighed and let his head fall down, down, sinking into the

comforting warmth of the sofa cushions. The clock flashed digital

numbers that meant nothing to him, only informing him that his baby

brother was not home and it was nearly midnight. The television too

offered nothing but pictures attached to sounds and words that didn't

even reach his senses. His lithe body was stretched taunt across the

cold leather. He was worried. He was agitated.

His thoughts were his only company and unfortunately, he didn't want

them there. He wanted to be distracted. He didn't like the things

floating through his mind, didn't like the ideas it was giving him.

Would he break the taboo? Would he hurt his best friend?

Of course Kirito had noticed the way Jun looked at Kohta. It didn't

take a brain surgeon to figure out that the synth guitarist felt

something for the blonde. Kohta was blissfully unaware of such

renovations, simply happy and carefree as usual. Kirito often

wondered if this was just a facade, if there really -was- a scared

young boy hidden underneath the manly and strong exterior. Kirito

often wondered too much.

Like what it would feel like to hold him in his arms, and cradle him

to sleep. To brush a couple of locks of hair from his eyes and kiss

his forehead, to even feel these things done to himself.

He knew it was wrong. But that just encouraged him further.

It would ruin everything.

At this point, though, he didn't really care anymore.

A muffled groan into the pillow and he rolled onto his side, letting

the unbuttoned white dress shirt fold around him like a thin blanket.

The heating was on in the luxurious apartment, but Kirito felt oddly

cold.

The door slammed and a chilly breeze accompianed the sound, along

with the rustling of a heavy jacket and boots stomping on the ground.

Red eyes rose to peek around the corner, where there stood Kohta. He

was peeling off his jacket and wet scarf. Winter had hit them

suddenly, and it was chilly to even step outside. Kirito tilted his

head to the side and stared at his brother. Why did he seem so

perfect?

Kohta always understood. Whenever he went to talk to him, he

understood. He could relate. It was nice to meet someone like that.

Aiji often said he just didn't give him the chance but Aiji was

wrong. Aiji just had too perfect a life to be able to even -think-

about problems.

But now was not the time to drift off into space, and Kirito let his

mind slowly harden. He rose from the sofa like the apocalypse and

slid ever so gracefully past the coffee table littered with a few

empty boxes of cigarettes and newly finished off beers, past the

kitchen table and counter, until he stood like a zombie next to

Kohta. He let his eyes trail languidly upward, tracing every detail

of the bassist before settling into a deep glare. His eyes held the

shine of anger and worry.

"Where. were you." It wasn't a question but more of a statement.

Kohta gulped.

"I...well I went--"

"You know what, don't even bother. You were probably out messing

around with some girl you met at a club and forgot that you were

supposed to come home early and help me with a song."

Kirito sighed and let his intense gaze crash to the ground, where it

sat, twitching. His arms were limp at his sides.

"I'm so sorry, 'niichan...I...didn't think you'd mind that much,"

Kohta whispered, letting his head hang as well in an unspoken

apology.

"Mind? You didn't think I'd -mind-?!" Kirito's breath was laced with

alcohol, and Kohta could feel it on his face as the man rose to his

full height and glared up at Kohta once more. If looks could kill,

the bassist would be dead and buried. Kirito's cheeks were pink and

warm. His lips too. They were somewhat...inviting.

Kohta's eyes held guilt and apology, and Kirito couldn't look at that

any longer. He stormed off into the living room, flannel pajama pants

flapping just as much as his white shirt. The blonde followed like an

obedient dog, fearful of its masters punishment. "Why does it matter

so much? You're much better at music then I am, and you coulda called

Aiji or Takeo to help..." He carefully omitted Jun's name from the

group. "...I mean, you know I would never go out and do something

irrational..."

Kirito turned sharply to face him, sucking in a harsh breath. His

fists were clenched. "Because I fucking love you, that's why!" Kirito

screeched.

There. He said it.

And he instantly regretted it.

The look of shock was stamped on Kohta's face. His feeble brain was

trying to understand what exactly that meant. Was...did...no. Kirito

would never feel that way, would he? It was all too confusing and too

late at night. He shook his head and blinked, willing something to

explain to him what the hell was going on. "Well, I love you too,

niichan. You're my older brother..." Kohta said slowly, eyebrows

furrowing to form a cute little wrinkle in between his eyes. He

wondered if that was the answer Kirito wanted to hear.

"You don't understand!" The vocalist spat. He shook his head--too

hard--and squeezed his eyes shut. "...you don't...

understand..."

"Then make me."

Kirito grabbed his face. Pressed his fingers into the skin and felt

the man's cheekbones, brushed his pouty lips against ones identical

to his. The taste of a cigarette lingered on his brother's lips and

he licked it away, daring to press even closer. Instinctively Kohta's

arms snaked around his brother. They fit together like two pieces of

a puzzle, though the pieces were exactly the same as each other.

Kirito didn't dare pull back, especially when his brother leaned into

the kiss more, opening his lips just enough to let Kirito's tongue

peek in and explore for a brief moment.

Oxygen depletion was the only reason either pulled away. They slid

slowly, each studying the other, as if waiting for some sign from the

other.

Neither recieved one.

Kirito was the first to react however. His heart was fluttering along

with his breath. Black hair sprayed against his cheeks as he turned

around, placing a hand to his forehead delicately. "I'm sorry. That

was wrong of me to do that, I don't even know what I was thinking,

Kohta! But god damn me to hell, I just--"

Kohta reached out to touch his bare forearm, fingers cold against the

heated skin. "Come back, niichan...I'm so cold. Don't leave," he

pleaded. Thoughts were wizzing too fast for him to remember

everything. Why he shouldn't be doing this. A blurry memory of the

night was all that was offered to him. He couldn't decipher what it

meant. What was he forgetting?

He raked fingers through his hair and took a deep breath. There was

an odd ache in his chest. He felt such deep love for Kirito...for

Shinya...but just what kind of love -was- it.

Kirito turned at Kohta's request and stared at the younger man before

wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug, rubbing soothing circles

along his back. A crooked grin appeared across his lips. This was

perfect. He led him towards his own room, not Kohta's.

The lights were dim, staining the walls with a green glow. It was

oddly comforting to Kohta. The vocalist smiled at his brother and

helped him take his shirt and pants off, until he was only wearing

his boxers and a glittering silver necklace.

'That's odd...' Kirito thought curiously. 'When did he get that?'

There was no time to ponder jewerly. The bassist stared up at Kirito

with giant saucers, and he knew that the man would do anything for

him. No matter what it was or how much discomfort it would cause him.

But when Kirito crawled on top of the blonde and looked at those eyes

again, he found a hint of fear.

Which was what made him give a gentle kiss to his lips and a genuine

smile. "You need to sleep now," he whispered and gave Kohta a Look.

The bassist obeyed and soon those eyes closed. His arms slung around

Kirito loosely, and the vocalist settled his head on the tan chest

beneath him with a smirk.

"Goodnight, my otouto-chan. I love you."

~And so the fellow spider was entraced by the power-hungry dictator's

spell...~

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