Decay Posted February 14, 2016 Share Posted February 14, 2016 General Information Name: Marcello Corvi Nickname: Marcel; Marc Age: 18 Date of Birth: July 1st Zodiac: ♋ Gender: Male Ethnicity: Multiracial (Italian and Japanese) Home Country: Italy Current Country: Toshima, Tokyo, Japan Race: Human Blood Type: B+ Sexuality: Pansexual Position: Seke Other Medical Information: Isn't diagnosed with any mental conditions but takes sleeping pills on the nights he has nightmares Appearance: Height: 5' 11" Weight: 147 lbs Eye Color: A glistening gold like butterscotch Hair Style and Color: It's more of an unkempt style, the front of his hair is to his ears and the back is longer, going to his shoulders. The color is a dark brunette and he has two locks of hair dyed red. Skin: A warm brown Scars/Markings/Tattoos/Etc: Has a tattoo of an ancient dragon that runs up the sleeve of his arm, like Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. . There's also a scar on his left side from a stab wound, his twin brother was the one to stab him with a knife. Clothing: During the night Marcello dresses in flashy attire for the customers at his job but when he's at home he prefers to dress casual like a plain white t-shirt Other: Smokes cigarettes in his alone time, he doesn't believe Yoshiyuki approves that kind of behavior Personality/Traits: Marcello is a charming individual with a cool surface, he can swoon any man or woman with a flash of his fake smiles. But it's just an act, he knows what people want and gives it to them to gain leverage over them. He is manipulative and more so an enabler. He is caring towards the ones he loves and sometimes can allow them to do things that he doesn't agree with but Marcello does make it his job to look after the ones he loves even if they don't appreciate it. Brief History: To Be Revealed Extras: ★ Took a job as a Host when arriving in Japan ☆ Basically a caretaker & guardian for Yuki ★ Suffers from some recurring nightmares ☆ Dislikes Manga & Anime but pretends to like them for Yuki ★ Can speak three different languages: Italian, Japanese, and English ☆ Has sex with customers upon request, for cash of course Likes: ☆ Cooking ☆ Crime TV Shows ☆ Yoshiyuki's drawings ☆ Winter ☆ Horror Movies ☆ Cigarettes Dislikes: ★ Manga & Anime ★ Shallow men & women ★ Violence ★ Blood ★ Crowded Rooms ★ Being away from Yoshiyuki for long Theme Song: Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. Marcello, bathing in warm water, sighed to himself as he let his head lean back on the edge of the bath and stared at the ceiling. Everything was so calm and peaceful, he hadn't felt that way for a long time due to all the burdens that weighed on his shoulders. It felt so peaceful that the brunette couldn't help but to close his eyes and drift into a quiet state of mind, it wasn't long until he felt water fill his lungs. At this point Marcello quickly sat up, coughing up water and then suddenly with no warning he was shoved back under the water. Someone was trying to drown him, he couldn't make out the dark figure looming over him but he could see the twisted grin across the man's face. Marcello struggled, clawing at the dark figure as his lungs were deprived of air and demanded for it. He was pulled out from under the water, able to breathe once again and the dark figure drew close to him before whispering to him. 'Stay away from me' was what the dark figure said before shoving Marcello under the water once more, this time with no intention of letting him back up. The brunette struggled again but it was useless, he slowly felt himself drift farther away from consciousness as his eyes shut. His eyes flashed open as he drew in a long and hard breath as if he had been under water for a long period of time, unable to draw a single breath of air. He felt as if he'd been lying in a sauna, sweat covering his body. Marcello sat up on the bed, his legs hanging over the side of the bed and glancing over his shoulder he could see his twin lying on the other side of the bed. The two of them had their own bedrooms but the night before Marcello had stayed late with a customer and when he came home Yoshiyuki, his twin, was fast asleep and Marcello was very tired as well. He ended up sleeping beside the other in his bed, it was nostalgic in a way like when they were young children and shared the same bed. The brunette's gaze stayed on the smaller figure beside him for a little longer before he turned to look at the clock on Yoshiyuki's desk. 10:38 A.M. Most people would be up and about at this time of day but Marcello's line of work was conducted when the sun went down. Yoshiyuki on the other hand didn't have a job so he sleeps and wakes when he pleases but Marcello is not complaining, he prefer to keep his brother at home where he can't do any harm. That was different and intense, he thought to himself as he rose off the bed and wandered off into the hallway, moving towards the bathroom. Marcello suffered from these kind of nightmares but usually the dark figure, who try's to kill him, has nothing to say. This time the figure did speak to him. Marcello didn't like to ponder on the strange nightmares, he often took sleeping pills to help him with the nightmares but he wasn't trying to rely on them to much or he believe'd he could become addicted. The brunette entered the bathroom wearing only his wine red briefs and lifted the toilet seat before pulling down his briefs a little, then proceed to do his business as he let one hand press against the wall. After he finished peeing and lifted up his briefs he stood in front of the sink, turning on the faucet to wash his hands and then cup his hands under the running water to splash his face with the water. Looking over at the bathtub made his spine shiver, it still felt like the man could appear at any moment and hold him under water. Marcello shook his head as a way to get his mind off the nightmare and ran his fingers through his hair, pulling locks of his hair back and tying them into a ponytail. Marcello left the bathroom and headed towards the kitchen, stopping by his own room to retrieve a black t-shirt. He opened the fridge grabbing a carton of eggs, squared shaped pieces of ham, asparagus, and emmental cheese. One of Marcello's tasks as the caretaker of Yoshiyuki was making sure he ate, it wasn't that Yoshiyuki was one to starve himself but he was kind of picky and Marcello wasn't comfortable with his twin brother around open flames. The brunette put a pan on the stove and proceeded to prepare a breakfast for two. He was preparing an omelette, a more Italian style that he made frequently in his home country. Marcello cracked the eggs and stirred them before setting them into the pan, he put the squared pieces of ham in the pan as well. Later flipping the omelette and adding the cheese, letting it melt in the heat before turning off the stove fire. He cut the omelette in half and placed them on separate plates, cutting up the asparagus and adding diced up pieces of it on top of the omelette. The brunette placed the plates on the coffee table in their living room, instead of watching the news they mostly watched anime in the living room unless Yoshiyuki was deeply interested in a manga which then Marcello was free to watch whatever he wanted. He looked at the clock in the living room and it read, 12:05 A.M. It was time to wake up his twin, if he didn't force him awake from time to time then Yoshiyuki would sleep all day and stay up all night, officially becoming nocturnal. Marcello wandered down the hallway and opened the door to his brother's room, he saw Yoshiyuki still lying in bed. The room was dark but Marcello wouldn't dare open the blinds, his brother hated bright lights and would literally hurt him if he woke him in such a manner. Instead Marcello just walked over towards his brother and climbed into the bed, climbing further on top of the smaller boy. One hand running through the boy's blonde locks as the other removed some of the blankets covering his body and wandered up his shirt. Sadly he wasn't able to touch his brother the night before because he returned home too late, Yoshiyuki had already gone to bed and he felt terrible that he hadn't got to wish him a good night or eat a proper dinner with him. Sometimes certain work came up that he couldn't deny, it paid well to offer your body to paying customers and it wasn't like Marcello could turn down money when he wanted to take good care of his brother. But the worst parts are when he comes home late from jobs that require sexual service and Yoshiyuki is already asleep because it makes Marcello feel even more guilty than usual. His hand wandered further up the blonde's shirt, lifting the shirt in the process and revealing his brothers bare chest. He leaned down pressing his lips softly against the others chest and with no intention of using his voice in order to wake the boy up. Marcello continued giving soft kisses to Yoshiyuki's chest and then he moved up to rest his mouth between the boys neck, biting and sucking softly on the boys ivory skin. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tacita_Virtus Posted February 14, 2016 Share Posted February 14, 2016 General Information Name: Yoshiyuki Corvi Nickname: Yuki Age: 18 Date of Birth: July 1st Zodiac: ♋ Gender: Male Ethnicity: Multiracial (Italian and Japanese) Home Country: Italy Current Country: Toshima, Tokyo, Japan Race: Human Blood Type: O- Sexuality: Homosexual Position: Seke Other Medical Information: Is diagnosed with Multiple Personality Disorder (doesn't come up very often), Anxiety, Schizophrenia (mild), OCD, Depression, and Bipolar Disorder Appearance: Height: 5' 7" Weight: 115 lbs Eye Color: Has dark grey blue eyes, with the center having a light brown tint near the iris. Black eyelashes line his eyes, and has dark brown eyebrows that appear like their plucked but they aren't. Hair Style and Color: Has natural medium brown hair, but he bleaches his hair blonde, leaving a large section of his bangs brown, over his left eye. Keeps his hair longish, so that his bangs cover his eyes, and the ends of the rest of his hair reaches to just beneath the base of his neck. Skin: Slightly tanned ivory skin color. Body Type: He's a bit on the thin side, with very little muscle structure. He's the kind of body type you'd associate with emo/gothic/rocker/skater guys. Almost anorexic, but rather sexy at the same time. Scars/Markings/Tattoos/Etc: Has several scars all over his body from either accidents or self mutilation. Mainly they're based at his wrists, the inner creases of his elbows, along his thighs, stomach, and the back of his knees (the ones he'd caused himself). Clothing: Wears pretty much whatever, but he likes wearing his favorite blue sweatshirt with yellow letters that spell out LOL on the front. Also, he enjoys wearing his colorful sneakers. His style would be considered either punk or skater. Other: Has his ears pierced, cartilage, and his tongue is pierced too, along with his bellybutton. Often times carries around some sort of blade, like scissors or a pocket knife. Personality/Traits: Quite the emotional individual, he sometimes cannot control how he is feeling. He can go from happy to angry in a split second, and even after that skip straight to sad. This can be tough to handle by other people, because he is known to get quite aggressive and physical when he's angry. Those who don't know him say that he's overemotional and moody, but for those who do know him better than others know exactly why he's like this. Another thing is he's very intuitive, and has an imaginative mind. He's very creative, and loves coming up with strange ideas for 'inventions' when he's got nothing else to do. On certain topics he can be a bit touchy, getting annoyed if someone doesn't see the way he does. For those who are close to him, he is clingy, and doesn't let go very easily. His other personality is going to be revealed in the story. Brief History: Revealed IC Extras: ★ Lives with his twin brother in a two bedroom apartment ☆ Is a bit of an otaku (more like a lot of an otaku) ★ Has a very extensive video game collection, with almost every single system ☆ Can speak five different languages: Japanese, Italian, English, German, and Polish ★ Has been to jail at least three times ☆ His favorite weather is rainy ★ Is a very picky eater ☆ If he could he'd become nocturnal Likes: ☆ Being left alone ☆ Staying up all night playing video games and watching anime ☆ Sleeping ☆ Music of any kind ☆ Drawing ☆ Reading ☆ Playing video games ☆ Anime, manga, and anything that an otaku would like Dislikes: ★ Having to go outside for more than two hours ★ Not being able to see his brother before he falls asleep ★ People changing the channel when he's watching something ★ Being bossed around ★ Losing in a game ★ Sudden loud noises ★ Bright lights ★ Bland food Theme Songs: (his 'other' personalities theme') Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. To each his own, a dream can often times reveal the very inner self of one's own consciousness. But at the same time, it can be a bit confusing, as was the dream that was currently taking place within the mind of Yoshiyuki Corvi. Right at that moment, he was in a small round room, with a large table centered in the middle of it, surrounded by chairs. The table had splatters of a crimson liquid on it, and looked a lot like blood. In each of them were a person, and himself as well. However. one of them was empty, blood splattering the arms and back of it. When he looked around at them, and saw each of their faces, it was like he was looking in to a mirror, as each of the people were copies of himself. However, they had their obvious differences, one had brown eyes, another was wearing a suit that he would never be caught dead in. Another even had long green hair. The weird thing was, nothing was being said among them. All was silent, each individual looking at another. The real Yoshiyuki was obviously at the center of the whole table, his chair was a bit bigger than the rest, and had decorations on it. He was leaning forward in his seat, flipping a pair of scissors between his fingers, wondering what to do, who to take out next. Heaped against the wall was that of a dead body, with what looked like a screwdriver sticking out of the corpse's forehead. Just what in the world was going on here, only he himself would ever know. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a drop of sweat fall down the side of a copy of himself that was shaved bald and had tattoos everywhere. And, just in seeing that sign of nervousness, in the blink of an eye, he whips out his arm, and the scissors fly from his fingers, the blades embedding themselves between the bald Yoshiyuki's eyes. The body slumps over the table, pushing the scissors further in, so that they soon are seen sticking out the back, and blood oozes out on to the table, dripping over the side to the floor below, sounding much like a faucet that needed to be repaired. After a moment, a faceless being appears, wearing nothing, it's body all white, with no genitalia to speak of. It goes to the dead body, picking it up and dragging it across the floor, dumping it right next to the other dead body. Now there were two empty chairs, and fourteen people left, including himself, the original. So...who was next? However, that decision was not to be discovered yet, because as he sat there he felt a tingling sensation all over his body, hand prints upon his skin, warmth at his neck. The soft lips of someone whom he knew well kissing him, making him squirm as he sat there on the chair. He didn't want to wake up, but that calling was strong, and he slowly felt himself fade away from this twisted reality he'd created in his mind. The table and chairs, the people there, begin to dim to nothingness, so it was just himself, and that mesmerizing warmth he couldn't ever think he could live without. His breathing slowly began to speed up as his consciousness stirs, and after a moment passes he opens his eyes. Blinking gently, to get rid of the blurriness of just waking up. His gaze took in his brother that hovered over him, felt the mouth upon his neck, the long hair that brushed against his cheek, tickling him slightly; his body was like a cage, but one that Yoshiyuki wouldn't mind being stuck in for the rest of his life, if given the choice. His exposed chest felt warm, despite the breeze that was coming from the fan that he had turned on, something he couldn't sleep if he didn't have it running. Reaching up with one of his hands, he places it gently at the back of his brother's neck, turning so that instead of his neck that his brother was kissing, it was Yoshiyuki's lips. Since he was still a bit tired, it was a soft, gentle kiss, but there was the obvious affection that shown through it. After a moment he pulls away, smiling at his brother. It seemed that in the morning, if woken up just the right way, Yoshiyuki was quite calm and rather easy to get along with, almost like a normal person. "...Hey...Good morning Marc..." He murmurs this quietly, before pushing his lips to his brother's once again, however this time around it was a bit more forceful, showing that he was slowly becoming more awake as the seconds tick by. Even so, it was still soft at the same. The hand moved from the back of Marcello's neck to the back of his hair, his fingers running through his brother's hair, holding his head in place as the kiss continued, and Yoshiyuki turned his head every so often, getting a full taste of his brother's lips. He wanted to keep going, but a grumbling coming from his stomach stopped his actions, and he sighs softly. Why now? "Did you make breakfast?" Asking this was kind of pointless, because he knew that Marcello had done so. His brother wouldn't have come to wake him up otherwise. It was their thing, Marcello would make breakfast for the two of them, while Yoshiyuki was still sleeping, and then when it was finished, he'd come wake him up, if he hadn't already woken up to begin with. It was also something that Yoshiyuki looked forward to when he woke up. Being greeted by his brother, and the food that had been made. His mind wanders to the night before, but says nothing of it. Though he had to admit he was a bit upset that he wasn't able to say good night to Marcello. Yoshiyuki's room. A mixture of all the pictures, but his wall is painted a light blue, and he also has a lot of Naruto, Bleach, Inuyasha, and other anime like (Shounin) that when it comes to posters and figures and other merchandise. His blankets, sheets, and pillows are black and green, with the symbols for all the different anime on them: Naruto, Bleach, Fairy Tail, DBZ, etc. And he of course has dark curtains that block out the sunlight. Has several different rugs from different anime. By the table is a large beanbag that is black and green matching his blankets. He has a couple of bookshelves that are set up next to his gaming systems with four shelves each on them, and they are filled with games. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decay Posted February 15, 2016 Author Share Posted February 15, 2016 The brunette felt a hand slip behind the back of his neck and pull him into a gentle kiss as his lips crashed against Yoshiyuki's. It seems he has woken up the other, he wondered briefly if he had disturbed him from a dream but most of his thoughts were discarded when his brother's warm eyes stared into his own for a blissful moment when their lips had parted. His brother wished him a good morning, making Marcello grin softly towards Yoshiyuki's soft and light aura. Which was a pleasant reminder of a Yoshiyuki that he once knew before, one that was still innocent. The hand wandered away from the back of his neck and moved to fondle his hair as the kiss became more forceful, telling Marcello that his brother was finally waking up and coming to his senses. Those small kisses they shared were intoxicating to Marcello, he loved every minute of when he and his brother were close enough to touch. Marcello tried to keep things light knowing that it would be too troublesome if the both of them got riled up so he was a little relieved that Yoshiyuki's stomach grumbled, signaling the two that they should stop. Of course he was also a little disappointed, he enjoyed exploring his brother's body and tasting those rather sweet lips of his but he had other things to do like make sure Yoshiyuki was fed. Later of course the two could indulge in themselves as much as they pleased and indulge they would. "Good morning, I made omelettes so go wash up." Marcello brushed his brothers blonde hair aside for the moment, long enough to lean down and press his lips softly against his forehead. He then pushed himself up off the bed and exiting the room, successfully not bumping into any desks or figures on his way out of the dark room. To some degree Marcello preferred Yoshiyuki's room dark, then it spared him of having to look at all the otaku junk in there in good lighting. The brunette made his way down the hallway and settled into the living room where his and Yoshiyuki's plates of hot food were cooling down. He maneuvered around the coffee table and sat down on the couch, not bothering to turn on the television because he knew his brother would pick what they watched. Even though Marcello worked a hefty schedule due to his popularity, he somehow managed to take the whole day and night off from work. He planned on surprising his brother with the news and taking him out to watch a premiere of a recently released animated movie, it was an anime of course. He was sure his brother would be thrilled even if he had to wander outside of their apartment but he wouldn't be alone, Marcello would be their by his side to have fun with him. Watching anime wasn't what he would call fun or entertainment but being with Yoshiyuki was the best part of any outing to Marcello. He couldn't remember what anime they would see and he wouldn't care to remember, all he knew was that it looked like it was pact with action and his brother would be very pleased. Marcello leaned back into the couch to get himself comfy, he didn't bother to touch his plate just yet because he wanted to see how pleased his brother was with this mornings breakfast. Not knowing too much as to what to do with himself since his brother was taking so long to meet him in the living room, Marcello's mind wandered towards Italy. It was such a gorgeous place, he loved to close his eyes with his head leaned back and think about the old but lovely buildings as well as the vast space or how one could walk for an hour without seeing more than three people. Moving to japan was definitely a big change, tall buildings hovering the sky and so many crowded streets. Back home Marcello and Yoshiyuki lived on a vineyard with their father, he didn't really use the vineyard as just a place to make wine but it was still peaceful most times. Now the two of them lived in a small apartment but he couldn't complain, Yoshiyuki was much safer in Tokyo with him. Reminiscing about home made his mind wander more, Marcello slowly drew his hand under his own shirt and felt up his left side. His fingers softly tracing the lines of a scar he had received a few months ago in Italy, it was something Marcello didn't speak about because Yoshiyuki had given him the scar. More so Marcello wasn't even sure if his brother remembered that he had stabbed him or if he really wasn't the one to stab him but another part of him or what other reason. All he knew was that he and Yoshiyuki didn't talk about it, he bet as well that it was for the best. It wasn't like his brother had meant to strike him either, he had really intended to hurt their father but Marcello stepped in the way. He wasn't trying to protect their father but protect Yoshiyuki from getting into trouble and possibly hurt or even worse killed. Maybe Yoshiyuki didn't want to talk about it because he was still angry that he hadn't finished the job, it's possible that his brother still held resentment towards their father after everything and his brother was upset that Marcello had gotten in the way of his blade. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tacita_Virtus Posted February 15, 2016 Share Posted February 15, 2016 Nodding in response to his brother telling him to wash up, his eyes follow as the slightly taller male got up from the bed, and leaves the room, so it was just him once more, laying there on the large bed. He laid sprawled on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his shirt still pulled up exposing his chest, and the scars that covered haphazardly across his stomach. Many of them were thin, no longer than three inches in length, and they were in no particular order, just randomly covering his skin. Some crisscrossed over each other, some made x-shapes, and some were like marks that were made when keeping tally of a score. These were just a few of the many scars he had all over his body, more than half were self inflicted, and some were not. Raising his hands above his head, he simply lay there staring up at the ceiling for a while, tempted to just fall asleep again, but knew that Marcello would just come to his room again and wake him up. Slowly he sits up from his position of laying down on his back, his bangs falling into his eyes, the spot where his brother had kissed him on the forehead warm and tingly. Raising a hand to his face, his fingertips brush against the spot, before moving to brush through his blonde locks. He was naturally brunette, like his brother, but he had taken to bleaching his hair, though left a large piece of his long bangs brown, over his left eye. He thought it looked cool, though plenty of times before he had been told it looked dumb. Those people who had told him that soon regretted it afterwards though. Slipping off the bed, his feet hitting the floor, he doesn't bother making up his bed, going over to his dresser, that held his clothes. Opening a drawer near the bottom, he pulls out a pair of loose black pajama pants, slinging it over his arm as he opened another drawer to get a new pair of boxers, and another to find a new shirt. Deciding on a white one with the kanji for Tokyo Ghoul on the front. Mostly all of Yoshiyuki's clothing had something from an anime or manga on them, but there were a few that were just plain colors. Yawning, he leaves the bedroom, going to the bathroom, not forgetting to pick up his sweater that was hanging from a hook by the door as he left. He didn't have to go far to reach the bathroom, as it was next to his door, and on the other side of it was his brother's room. Going in to the bathroom, he places his clothes down for a moment as he undresses, tossing the dirty items in to a wicker hamper that was open by the door. After he got completely naked, so that not only the scars on his stomach were seen, but everywhere else as well. All over his wrists, the inner creases of his elbows, along his thighs, stomach, and the back of his knees. Several were along his upper chest, and he had a rather large one on his back, running along his spin. He then goes to the bathroom, afterwards washing his hands, then his face. He glances at his appearance in the mirror above the sink, his reflection staring back at him, eyes gazing intensely at one another. Even for his age he still didn't have to shave, and was told that he might never have to. No doubt Marcello was happy about this fact, because for some reason he didn't trust Yoshiyuki with blades of any kind. Oh well, it didn't do well to dwell on such stupid things. Pulling out his brush from a basket by the sink, he brushes his hair, before getting dressed, finishing off by putting in his many earrings. Once he was done, he leaves the bathroom, bare feet padding along down to the living room, where Marcello was waiting, along with the food. He jumps over the couch from behind, plopping himself down on the cushion next to his brother, not noticing the reminiscent expression on Marcello's face, the remote to the TV sitting on the table next to his plate. Eyeing the food, he recognized it as something that Marcello made a lot when they were living back in Italy. It was one of his favorite dishes in fact. The flavor most definitely was not a bland one, which was what he hated. Glancing at his brother, he gives his twin one of his signature big grins, that hid away the fact that he was unstable. "It looks great! Thanks! By the way, is there any orange juice left? I want some..." Another place he was not usually allowed in to was the kitchen, but he didn't care really. It wasn't an interesting area, and he had no longing to go there anyways. That was Marcello's domain, and Yoshiyuki was perfectly okay with this. The only time he ever went in there was when his brother wasn't home, and had to fix himself something to eat, get a drink from the fridge or sink, or even if he felt like having a snack when he was watching anime, or playing a game on one of his several systems. Picking up the remote, he turns the television on, turning it to one of the recordings that he had set to save from the other day. It was a new episode, and he'd been looking forward to seeing it. When it comes on, he picks up the fork from the table, as well as the plate, holding it one hand, the fork in the other, and begins to eat, completely focused on the show that was playing on the screen. The season was coming to an end, and even though he didn't like it, he was quite excited to see how things ended. That and there was a season two coming up soon. Not looking away from the moving pictures on the screen, he remembers something that he was going to ask. "Oh, yeah, when you go out to work, can you grab me some more black ink for my pen? I'm almost out." When he'd finished eating his food he sets the empty plate down on the coffee table, setting the fork on top of it. Pulling up the hood of his sweater, covering his hair for the most part. He cherished this shirt, it was something that his brother had gotten him on his sixteenth birthday, and most days didn't go without wearing it. However, he didn't wear it all of the time, because it needed to be clean, or he just didn't feel like wearing long sleeves that day. But, for the most part, it was a part of his outfit. As he sat there watching the show, his hands tugged absently at the strings, first the left was longer, then the right, and so forth. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decay Posted February 16, 2016 Author Share Posted February 16, 2016 Being too concerned with his own thoughts, Marcello had not heard his brother make his way down the hallway and his attention was only attained once more when Yoshiyuki jumped onto the couch beside him which caused him to suddenly retract his hand from under his shirt. He turned his head slightly so he had a view of the boy, he smiled softly to himself as his brother grinned widely towards him. Mornings were enjoyable for Marcello because most mornings were peaceful and they were peaceful because most mornings Yoshiyuki didn't act controversial. If he could wish that his brother was always this happy and peaceful then he would, it wasn't that he hated how his brother was now but he only wished the best for him. "Yeah, I think we have some left. I'll go get you some so wait here." He stood up from his seat and made his way past his brother towards the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door he found a carton of orange juice that was just filled enough for one more glass. He grabbed the carton and opened one of the near by cupboards to grab a glass, then poured the remains of the carton into the glass. Marcello wouldn't admit something like this aloud but he sometimes protected his brother too much, he looked at his brother as someone who's not able to care or himself and not even trustworthy enough to be left alone by himself for an entire day. So of course the kitchen was off limits to the boy, it was Marcello's domain but it also held the sharpest utensils in the house and he didn't want Yoshisyuki to harm himself or others. Moving back into the living room Marcello placed the glass of orange juice on the coffee table in front of his brother and he sat back down on the couch next to the other, then he grabbed his plate from the coffee table and began to eat. He noticed that some anime was on but he paid it no attention, his eyes only rested on his brother. He felt a bit giddy when, without looking away from the television screen, his brother asked him to pick up ink while he was on his way to work. Finally the two of them would have an entire night to each other, they would see a movie that Yoshiyuki would hopefully enjoy and Marcello would take them to a near by casual restaurant to have dinner. Then the two brothers would go home happy with a full stomach and hopefully they could indulge in themselves at the end of the night. "That won't work for me...I guess we can stop by a store on our way to the movies though." He adjusted himself in his seat with one of his legs hugged against his chest as he rested an arm on that leg, his eyes watching as his brother toyed with the strings to his hoodie and never wandering away from Yoshiyuki. He was waiting for his words to really connect to his brother, for his brother to find meaning in his words and to possibly jump up from happiness after realizing what he was saying. Marcello set down his plate of food, it was half eaten and he pushed the plate over to his brothers side to signal that he wouldn't eat anymore so his brother had to finish it for him. "It's tonight at 7:00, we're going to see the psycho-pass movie. If you don't like that, they are also playing boruto the naruto movie." Marcello moved closer to his brothers side placing his left arm, that was covered in one long tattoo, to rest on the back of the couch and his other hand reaching down the front of Yoshiyuki's hoodie to fondle his bare chest. He leaned his head in, pecking the others cheek with soft and gentle kisses. Marcello retracted his hand slowly from the boys hoodie and let his kisses linger a little longer before pulling away but only temporarily. He pulled the tie out of his hair letting the back fall to his shoulders, he ruffled his hair with his fingers for a moment before moving to lie on his back, his head resting in his brothers lap. Once again a hand traveled under his brothers hoodie and wrapping around Yoshiyuki's back while his other hand reached up to caress his brothers cheek. Marcello grinned softly as he examined his brother, he couldn't help but think that his brother looked beautiful and alluring from almost any angle. "I'm so happy that I get to sped an entire night with you, Yuki." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tacita_Virtus Posted February 17, 2016 Share Posted February 17, 2016 Not looking away from the television when the weight from where Marcello was sitting lifted from the couch, he was a bit too fixated on the moving picture that flashed before his eyes. Even when his twin reappeared with a glass of orange juice, setting it in front of him on the coffee table, his concentration is not broken, as he reached forward to pick up the glass and take a drink of it. For a moment, even after the answer about getting ink, he doesn't react. However, he slowly realizes that something different was being talked about, and he realizes just what had been said once the words 'Psycho-Pass' slipped from his brother's lips. Blinking from the anime stupor that he'd been in, he looks down at Marcello, who's head was resting in his lap. He had felt every single touch that was given to him by the other, his skin tingling, the spots where those gentle fingertips had brushed upon being warm. Goosebumps had formed upon his spine when Marcello had reached around, placing one hand behind him against his bare back, and he couldn't help but to smile back as his twin's other hand touched his cheek. Mixing and mingling with the lingering proverbial butterfly feet that had landed upon his ivory face when Marcello had kissed him there. His hands let go of the strings of his sweater, once they were even in length on both the left and right side, his eyes no longer fixed on the TV screen, but his brother's face as it gazed up at him from his lap. He gently touches Marcello's cheek, brushing aside the stray long brunette hairs that had landed across his forehead, coming to a rest at the base of his neck, in the space just behind the ear; before reciprocating his brother's grin with one of his sweetest perfect pure white smiles, his grey-blue eyes twinkling softly, the image that was on the television reflected just slightly in his gaze. He then leans down and gently kisses his brother's forehead, his eyes closing lightly so that his rather long eyelashes brush against his cheeks just slightly. When he had parted his lips from Marcello's forehead, he continues to hover just slightly over the other male, a small smile still etched on to his features. The words that were said from his brother, about being happy about being able to spend the entire night with him...Yoshiyuki couldn't help but feel the same way. It had been quite some time since they'd had more than a half day together, what with Marcello's work and his own issues. Not that he could help the latter, it just was who he happened to be. His reply, a soft murmur, hinted in just how excited he was for that day, and showed upon his face as well. "Psycho-Pass would be perfect. I've been wanting to see it. And...I'm really happy too. It's been a while since it's just been you and me for a whole night...I miss it." Those nights together, alone, their bodies intertwining, bare skin against bare skin. No external sounds, the only music being made was that which came from the noises, sighs and words escaping from between their lips. The sensation of two heart beats pounding in sync while laying against the soft mattress of the bed, fingers touching, hands roaming, lips tasting, it was amazing. Nothing could describe just how perfect the whole scene was between the two males, as trying to describe it with mere words would do it such an injustice it wasn't fair. The hand that not on Marcello's neck moves to slip under Marcello's shirt, softly roaming against his stomach, fingertips brushing against the scar for the briefest second. A flicker in his eyes were the only reaction that came from touching the raised skin of the stabbing scar, before returning to normal once more. Slowly, casually, the hand moves from the male's stomach to his hip, before slipping his fingers underneath the waist band of the wine red briefs that he was wearing, and stopping once the entire top part of his hand was touching bare skin, at the spot where groin connected to hip and thigh. He lowers his lips again, though keeps them hovering over Marcello's mouth, not quite touching them, but it was so close that his brother would be able to feel the warmth of his breath as it caressed those amazing lips that Yoshiyuki loved so much, his own parted ever so slightly. His hair falls around his face, so that blonde locks framed his cheeks and jaw, and his bangs cover his eyes just a little bit. The twinkle in his eyes had not gone away yet, and so far...it seemed that today was going to be a good day indeed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decay Posted February 20, 2016 Author Share Posted February 20, 2016 His insides fluttered as those fingertips explored across Marcello's face to brush his hair aside and then rested behind his ear as he closed his golden eyes for a moment to reflect. Those kind of soft and gentle movements made Marcello melt on the inside, even almost tremble at times but that only happened from the touch of his brother. Marcello knew that his heart only belonged to Yoshiyuki but his body knew as well because his body only ever reacts with such sensation when he is with Yoshiyuki and Marcello likes to believe it's the same for his brother. His eyes opened once more to land directly upon those endearing blue eyes that mixed with a dark grayish color and he felt that he understood what his brother was feeling just from gaping into those wondrous eyes that could speak a thousand words with a single gaze. His eyes closed as his brother leaned down to kiss him, grinning lightly as he felt the others long eyelashes brush against his cheek. A whole night uninterrupted with his brother sounded blissful and he wished he could spend all his nights lying close beside his brother, both of them bare but work sadly came first and not because Marcello believed his job to be more important than his brother but because there was no denying a paycheck. He felt a little bit of guilt knowing that his brother was missing those nights where both their hearts and bodies mingled with each other while he was out tending to other peoples needs instead of the one person that really mattered to him. Marcello's eyes rested as he felt his brothers hand wander up his shirt and everywhere his brothers hand laid felt like it was on fire, he hadn't paid attention to his brothers hand fleeting from the scar due to the fact he was too focused on his brothers touch alone and not where he was touching. It hadn't crossed his mind that his brother had touched his scar, it was more like his brother was touching him and that was all that mattered. The lower half of his body twitched for a second as Yoshiyuki's hand finally rested beneath his briefs, it wasn't that Marcello wasn't used to this sort of thing rather that he was more eager than usual for their bodies to intertwine because again, the two missed exploring each others bodies. Their lips were so close to one another but didn't touch and Yoshiyuki's eyes seemed to crave the figure under him but he didn't act, it was almost irritating to Marcello but it did make him yearn for the other that much more. The brunette stared deeply into his brothers eyes, slowly and steadily drawing nearer before finally his lips pressed against the others. His lips pressed passionately against the blondes but parted soon after to let his own tongue push past his brothers soft lips and into his mouth. Marcello's eyes peered into Yoshiyuki's with a deep expression as his tongue played with his brothers, pushing against the wet and soft appendage. As his head turned slightly and his hand rested against his brothers bare back, his other hand traveled underneath his own wine red briefs to rest on top the blondes hand. To be honest his lower half ached for some attention, his customers didn't mind at all to give him that sort of attention but it was the attention of Yoshiyuki that he really craved more than anything. Without even asking permission and while his tongue was penetrating his brothers mouth, he intertwined his fingers with his brothers and drifted their hands lower towards his own private areas before squeezing hard enough to make him moan from the sensation of both their hands working against his crotch. "Yuki, I love you...auh..love you." Marcello huffed out after retracting his tongue and with eyes half lidded, he continued to use his brothers hand to entertain his lower half. His breath hitched and he began to spread his legs further apart for better reach of everything, the hand resting on Yoshiyuki's back was drawn back. He knew using his brother for his own desires was a little selfish and thoughtless so Marcello adjusted his position on the couch. He was no longer lying on his back but resting on his knees and hands, his brothers hand still very much inside his briefs as the brunette unzipped his brothers pants and groped his brothers clothed crotch sensually. He wished to go further and put his brothers member inside his mouth but he waited for confirmation from Yoshiyuki that they could go further, he didn't want his brother to be too upset with him if it turned out he wasn't in the mood. Marcello didn't utter a word, he just breathed softly almost wantonly as he looked at his brother for the confirmation he wanted. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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