The Sennyo Brothers

ALT Title: Sora Background
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Sora looked over at his partner when he spoke, cocking his head as he looked to the side. They were sitting on his bed doing homework… they had been sitting there doing home work for hours and they were both getting tired of it. “What did you say?” He asked, tapping his fingers against his keyboard as he watched the brunette.

“I said, do you want to do something fun?” Tolo asked, pushing his computer away as he sat up. “We’ve been working on this project for hours, can’t we take a break?”

Sora hummed at that but just shrugged, pushing his computer back also. “Sure… I guess so, what were you thinking of?” He asked, sitting up also. He stretched slightly, his shirt riding up slightly and showing just a small strip of his pale stomach.

The view only served to turn Tolo on even more, his body reacting to the temptingly bared flesh automatically. He really didn’t care if Sora agreed to this or not, he was going to do it. He had been around the other man pretty much day in and day out for weeks and he was done resisting him. “How about this?” He asked as he pushed Sora back to the bed, suddenly kissing him. His hands slid down, sneaking under Sora’s shirt as he forced his tongue inside his mouth, not caring that he wasn’t exactly receptive.

Saying Sora wasn’t receptive was an understatement, he was downright struggling. He made a soft noise as he pressed his hands against the others chest, trying to get him to let him go. He coughed slightly when he finally got him to let go, panting a bit. “What the hell Tolo? Stop it!” He grumbled, making another noise of annoyance when Tolo kissed him again and pressed down against him harder, struggling to push him away. “What the fuck, stop being a bastard Tolo!”

“Bastard?” Tolo asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked down at the struggling man under him. “You think this is me being a bastard?” He asked, his hand suddenly fisting in Sora’s shirt. “I’ll show you me being a bastard.” He growled out, tugging harshly and ripping the shirt from Sora’s body. He did the same with his pants, stripping him without an ounce of hesitation before he reached down, just undoing his own pants. He didn’t need anymore clothes off then that.

Sora cried out when his clothes were ripped off, shoving against Tolo as he tried to scramble away. “What the fuck are you doing!? Get off me!” His eyes widened when his mouth was suddenly covered, a whine the loudest noise he could make. He reached up, pushing at the others arm and becoming even more panicked when Tolo forced his legs open with his body. He jerked when he suddenly felt hardness against his entrance, trying to force its way inside.

“This is me being a bastard.”

Sora screamed behind the others strong hand when he forced the first inch of his erection inside his tight body, tears starting to pour down his cheeks. It was excruciating pain, having something that big forced inside him. He jumped when he felt another shove, his entire body jerking and writhing, trying to get away from the length impaling him against his will. He just wanted it to stop, he needed it to stop.

Then it all stopped.

They both jumped when they heard an incessant knock on his door, a voice yelling loudly through it.

“Sora! Hey! Sora, are you ok in there!?”

“Fuck.” Tolo muttered, suddenly pulling away from Sora’s body and redoing his clothes. “I’ll get you next time.” He growled out before disappearing, the knocking dissipating once the sounds stopped.

Sora just curled up on his bed, his body still quivering as he tried to calm down, his hands covering his eyes. He couldn’t seem to stop crying, even if Tolo had only gotten a couple inches inside of him, it still hurt so bad. He looked down, his hand shaking as he reached down, pressing his fingers lightly against the abused area before pulling them back smeared with blood. “So dirty…” He whispered to himself, shaking as he crawled off his bad, hitting his knee’s and just deciding to crawl to the bathroom. “Have to get clean…”

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“Sora… where are you?” Ryota asked as he walked into the other mans apartment, looking around. It had only been a couple months since Sora had gotten his own place and he hadn’t shown up at the house for a few days… it was strange, very strange seeing as they had dinner together every Friday. He knew Sora was just an adult and he wanted his freedom but… they were such a close nit family. Something just wasn’t right.

Sora was still curled up in a corner in his bathroom, his body curled around itself as he rocked. He couldn’t do it… he couldn’t even leave his apartment. He felt so dirty… everything was dirty. How had he never noticed this before? He had taken so many showers his body was rubbed raw, flushed a soft pink from scrubbing to get the imagined dirt off of it. He already wanted another one though… sitting here, knowing that there were germs everywhere around him… he had to get clean! That man had made him so dirty, his touches… his body, it was so dirty!

The bathroom door flew open at that, revealing Ryota as he looked down at Sora. His eyes widened when he took in his brothers appearance. He fell to the floor beside him, watching him with worried eyes. “Sora, what did you do to yourself? What happened?” He asked, reaching over to touch him. He didn’t think that his touch was something bad and he certainly hadn’t anticipated Sora’s response. His little brother had never minded being touched before but he reacted almost… violently.

Sora jumped away from the hand, an almost scream coming from his throat as he scrambled away from the other man, pushing himself as far away as possible until he hit the bathroom wall with a solid thump, another whine of fear coming from his throat. “Do… don’t touch me…” He whispered, curling up even more around himself as he chanted the words over and over, trembling visibly.

Ryota watched him with wide eyes. He was surprised… more then surprised and curious. He was also upset… someone had to have done this to him and he was sure as hell going to find out whom. “Sora… what happened? Tell me who did this.” He was going to pay, whoever did this to his little brother would pay.

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“It’s acute onset of a severe phobia.” The therapist murmured, tapping his clipboard as he looked over at the men sitting in his office. “Apparently what happened to him has left him feeling… tainted and he believes that the only way to remove that taint is to keep himself and everything around him immaculately clean. Now, this wouldn’t normally be a problem but he had become obsessive compulsive about it. It will take a while but you need to try to work him out of it. Start with trying to get him out of the house, attempt touching after that. But, do not push it or you could make him regress even more and that would be a very bad thing. Just work with him slowly and never, ever try to force him to do anything. Do you understand?”

They just nodded, thanking the doctor before exciting the room. Life would be harder for all of them now but they would get through it. They had gotten through when Nasai was attacked; they would get through Sora being attacked. They were just hoping it wasn’t a family trait because there was only a few of them left.

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“Sora, it’s ok, you can touch it, there’s nothing dirty about it.”

Sora hesitated as he looked at his little brother, swallowing as he looked down at the others stomach. It had been so long but he hadn’t been able to get over it yet… he still had trouble leaving the house and he rarely ever touched anyone but he wanted too now… he wanted to touch him so bad. “You promise?” He asked, biting his lip a bit.

“Of course I promise.” Nasai murmured, smiling as he stepped a bit closer. “It’s ok, just one touch.”

Sora nodded, swallowing as he reached his shaking hand out to press against his brother’s stomach, jumping when he felt a movement against his hand almost automatically, shocking him enough that he left his hand there. “Wow… there’s really a baby in there.” He whispered, swallowing again as he rubbed his hand over Nasai’s stomach. He was entranced, absolutely enthralled. It had totally made him forget about his fear of germs and bacteria.

“Yes, there’s a baby.” Nasai said, smiling as he placed his hand gentle over Sora’s, beyond happy that he didn’t automatically pull it away. Everything was getting better… he had been healed and now had a baby, Ryota had taken on his own little boyfriend and Sora was touching people again.

Who would have known? Life had turned out for the better.

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AN: Requested by Natalanisha.