barbieland room (NSFW ACCIDENTALLY)

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*there's a new door in the hallway. it's pink. thinking alluka will surely love whatever is behind it, killua turns the handle and heads in to make sure it's safe. his eyes are immediately assaulted with a plastic world made up of the brightest candy-colors he's ever seen, so startling that it takes him a moment to realize that even his clothes have changed to match, trading out his turtleneck and jeans for an open teal-and-pink striped shirt and identically-patterned shorts. he grimaces down at the dorky getup before venturing further inside, wondering if he might be able to find a change of clothes in one of the pink, multi-story houses lining the shiny cul-de-sac.*

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*killua can barely believe his eyes, his fantasies slowly materializing as kalluto plays right into them, letting the rest of his outfit vanish in a puff of glitter. unable to restrain his curiosity, his hungry gaze maps the constellation of marks across his shoulders, following the trickling path down the slope of his back to the emblazoned waistband of his underpants. he turns, baring his front to him now, pointing cheekily at his little remaining clothing as if he knows exactly what he's doing.*

come on, you're not going to go out like that... right?

*the response comes out weaker than he'd hoped, tone wavering between stern disapproval and abject helplessness.*

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*Seeing the look in Killua's eyes properly, Kalluto got a little worried for how concerned he looked. Walking closer to him, Kalluto took a gentle grip of his brother's wrists, keeping them held to his side, their bodies close enough to share heat but not touching.*

Hey, I'm just kidding. None of these people are real. And if they tried to touch me, I can kill them.

*Keeping his hands by the side, he rests his head on his brother's shoulder, pressing his chest against theirs.*

No one's allowed to touch me, right?

*They're very close, and Kalluto is engrossed in it, even enjoying it more than he expected. Distantly, he feels as though the last time their bodies were this close together, there was something else present, something urgent and imminent that imposed its presence on this moment. He tried not to think about it, in case that line of thinking would somehow make it come back.*

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*fight-or-flight grips killua's muscles as kalluto takes his wrists, holding him still as he gently aligns their bodies. he tries not to let their naked skin touch, but his stomach brushes against his brother's with each shallow breath, building the strange, coiled feeling inside it. maybe, he ventures, he wants himself to be the exception to the rule -- no one but him.

it's then that he realizes that there's something noticeably absent from the press of his brother's body against his own, something that should, by now, be insistently pressing back. with another tense gulp, he murmurs,*

kalluto...

...have you been feeling any different, since you got here?

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Mmm?

*Kalluto's head vibrates against Killua's shoulder as he murmurs. Wet lips unconsciously brush against denim as he turns his head to find purchase.*

I feel... fine? Head's maybe a little clearer...

*His eyes blink in surprise, and he lifts his head to make eye contact with his brother, leans his chest back a little while drawing Killua's hands together.*

Why can I hold you close like this without feeling that strange... pressure... against my body on all sides?

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*kalluto's answer makes their predicament all the more obvious, and though his chest rumbles like a purr at the thought that their closeness has a similar effect on him, it ironically means very little right now.*

i, uh...

*his gaze drops from kalluto's, trailing down his bare chest to their clasped hands. heart thumping, he pulls them both down to cup his own crotch, pressing firmly against the flat front of his jeans. a shudder pulses through his body at the confirmation of his fears.*

i think... we're missing something.

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*When he noticed Killua moving his hands, Kalluto fanned his wrists, loosening the grip he had on Killua. But Killua didn't jerk free, so Kalluto's open palms were pressed suddenly against the denim of his brother's pants. Fingers splayed out reflexively, tips scanning, searching, groping around for something he neither found nor understood. The urge dissipated, as Killua spoke, for whatever he'd just been doing.*

We're missing something.

*Kalluto presses his open palms firmly to the jeans, moves them around a little, rapidly alternating between being confused at what he was finding and horrified that he was looking. He took Killua's hands, pressing both of their entangled hands against his own absent mound.

It sunk in properly what was going on - the room had neutered them both, and the smoky, foggy, misty presence that had been occluding Kalluto's simple love for his big brother was what was gone - alongside the appendages.

But something regarding that was not how Kalluto replied. Doll or not, boy or eunuch, he was here for one thing only.*

Yeah, we're missing a boat!

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*killua's stomach flips as kalluto begins to thoroughly search his jeans for what should be underneath, pressing palms against his pelvis in vain. the arousal trapped in his gut starts and stops, flaring up only to be snuffed out like sparks falling in water, frustratingly never able to catch flame. then, to make it worse, kalluto pulls his hands over to his own crotch, covered only by thin, cotton underwear, and makes killua do the same, curling his hand around the smooth curve of his pubic bone.

he feels as if he's receiving the ultimate cosmic punishment for the crime of masturbating to innocent memories of his brother -- his fantasy of touching him there is coming true, but there's nothing there to touch.

still, he takes the opportunity to rub at the spot with morbid curiosity, only realizing what he's doing and wrenching his hand back when kalluto suddenly speaks, tone chipper as if he hadn't just found out he's been neutered. killua can hardly believe his ears.*

wha-- seriously...?

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*Kalluto purrs under his breath as his brother touches him, engrossed in the utter thrill of Killua trying to wrap his hands around Kalluto's phantom parts. Killua wasn't touching open air, he was touching Kalluto at his core, circumventing something Kalluto still couldn't put his finger on. Shame?

Okay, maybe one thing can pull me away from my extremely important desire to be a sailor. At least, I wouldn't drag my feet...

Kalluto doesn't flinch, doesn't feel rejected, when Killua tears his hand away from there. Because of how Killua looked at him, and how he didn't look at him, Kalluto knew that was bodily conditioning. It didn't mean anything about how much Killua loved him. Brimming with an odd combination of perspective and tongue-in-cheek petulance, Kalluto replied.*

I am very serious. I don't see one anywhere. Maybe we can find one in your jeans? Instead of... you know...

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*bewildered by his brother's commitment to the bit, killua can't help but snort.* you're not making any sense.

*he eyes him carefully, hands stuffed safely back into his pockets to prevent them from investigating his altered body any further, though they itch with the urge to. he can't quite calculate kalluto's angle, unsure if he's just toying with him or really means what he's implying. he leans back at the hip, hefting his shoulders.*

...i don't have what you want.

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*Kalluto giggled, his grin from ear to ear almost showing his teeth, save for his hand covering his mouth. He shifted his own upper body closer to Killua. Their faces were close, but not quite so much that they could smell each other's breath - a distance Kalluto had committed to memory from the field and had decided was too intimate for his brother's liking.

He wasn't sure what to do with his hands once the one near his face dropped back to his side. He hauled them up again, intending to rest them palms flat against Killua's chest, but backed out, opting instead to clasp them together in front of his own.*

I don't know what I want, remember? But I think what you have is what I need.

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*killua glimpses the stunted movement of kalluto's hands toward his chest before he retreats and his heart slams against his ribs, surely audible to kalluto's keen ears by now. how can he possibly be so flustered when he doesn't even have the organs to arouse? his brother is getting under his skin in a way that's deeper than just sexual, burrowing into his brain and blood as members of their family are wont to do.*

...and what would that be?

*he'd better not say a boat.*

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I don't... know. But it's so much easier to think about now without so much... machinery getting in the way. I just like being around you.

*He sighed, his whole form almost deflating to hang against his brother. Wet lips murmured against Killua's bare chest.*

I've been getting weird... thoughts... lately. The other day, while I was in the shower, they were so...vivid. It was exciting and scary.

*Killua might have felt the lips curling against his skin.*

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*killua's own lips feel dry as dust, kalluto's confession wringing him out from the inside. could it possibly be that his fantasies were realer than he thought? that he'd... heard? killua tries to stay cool, but he's sweating bullets beneath his denim.*

was that... after...

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*Kalluto perked up, tilting his head to face Killua, lips nonchalantly brushing against his brother's thumping chest.*

...straight after that picnic, yeah. I love the spring, but I really wasn't ready for just how much dust and dirt clung to my skin, and a lot was exposed that day.

*He smirked.*

I'm normally so quick to scrub up, but I was in there for over an hour...

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*killua clears his throat, only to mumble,* you don't say.

*there's still a chance he didn't hear, or at least didn't realize what he heard, but it dwindles with every second that smirk persists on his face. fully accepting that he's been caught, now, killua dares to slip a hand back out of his pocket and rest it on his brother's shoulder, fingers just lightly brushing the nape of his neck. he meets his gaze squarely despite the blush on his skin.*

...what kind of thoughts were you having?

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*Kalluto spoke in a warm, bright voice. He felt detached from what he was describing, he thought, due to his current state, but his voice bled passion.*

It started with the shower water. It felt so good against my skin... every steaming spike of water hitting me like a drill before collapsing into a shockwave of contented nerves. My hands were everywhere, my thoughts were everywhere. I just wanted to be touched...

*His eyes squeezed shut and his shoulder shivered where Killua's hand was on it. He took a deep breath, and suddenly opened his eyes again.*

...everywhere.

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*killua's fingers explore the junction between kalluto's shoulder and neck, thumb running back and forth along his collarbone as he regales him with his experience. his skin feels unnaturally smooth and perfect, free from the scars of his harsh training -- another side effect of the room, he assumes. like they're made of plastic like everything else.

but kalluto is not made of plastic. he's more real now than he's ever been, his words flowing like poetry, quivering like a blossoming flower in his palm. he's never seen him so open, so raw.

killua's breath hitches slightly before he responds.*

so you touched yourself.

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*Kalluto gently shifted his upper body to press against Killua's hand, the two of them freezing in the pregnant pause before Killua replies.

When he does, Kalluto's heart thumps his chest, rattling his body enough that his pulse feels clear to Killua's fingers.

He frees one hand, extends one fingernail, and strokes the underside of Killua's arm.*

And I was thinking of you. Couldn't get your voice out of my head.

*Kalluto urgently wanted to be enveloped by him.*

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*killua gulps. it's becoming increasingly clear that his feelings are reciprocated, the guilt he'd been harboring over his own act of passion dissipating when kalluto goes on to reveal that he'd done exactly the same thing, touched himself to illicit fantasies of his brother. as the reality of this sinks in, killua's complexion darkens, blood pooling under his skin with nowhere else for it to pump.*

there's... there's nothing wrong with that.

*he clears his throat again, trying to force certainty to his statement even when he'd just been beating himself up for its wrongness moments before. his new perspective on it makes a big difference -- if it's reciprocal... what's the harm? he slides his hand up into kalluto's hair, nails scraping gently over the buzzed curve of his scalp.*

i don't mind.

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*As Killua moves his arm, Kalluto doesn't lift his hand to meet it, letting it hang limp again as he focused on Killua's nails, tender against a scalp sensitive from the shorter cut.

Kalluto shuddered again, as though in slow motion, at Killua's words giving him something - a little stronger than permission - to touch himself. Before he knew it, a hand had worked its way inside his underwear. He didn't notice. The area was more sensitive than, say, his arm, but nowhere near the level of stimulation that he suddenly needed.

He groaned.*

I want you to kiss me.

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*killua's heart pounds as kalluto's hand slips down between them, snaking into his underwear to grope for his missing genitals, pressing into the null spot where they should be. his plea reminds him of when alluka first begged him to give her boyfriend kisses, frustrated with the chaste, familial kisses he'd been planting on her skin. she wanted more of him, and now so did kalluto -- and like before, he's helpless to resist giving his little siblings what they want.

it's different if we're brothers, isn't it?

the memory of kalluto's excuse from the field rings in his mind as he cups the back of kalluto's neck, tilting his face up so their lips can meet.*

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*As Kalluto's lips brush against Killua's, he puckers his lips to press firmly, everything else above the shoulders reduced to putty in his brother's hand. Even his tongue feels both too heavy to move and light enough that Killua could move it anywhere he pleased.

His fist opens up, pushes off his chest, but doesn't hang against Killua's chest, palm flat. Splayed fingers fan across bare skin, rubbing and curling around his big brother's nipple when the searching touch yields it.

Kalluto presses his other palm hard against his null spot, hoping a deep enough impression might yield a bunch of nerves if he finds the right location and angle.

Images from when Kalluto was fantasising in the shower flashed into and out of his awareness, becoming gradually more erotic in nature until his whole body was sweltering.*

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*killua's back arches at kalluto's touch, drawing his hand deeper into the dip of his ribs. despite his lack of sexual organs his nipple still stiffens between his brother's fingers, his heart jolting with pleasure under his palm that stays bundled up in his chest instead of zipping down to his pelvis.

it's like -- edging, agonizing but somehow rewarding in its frustration. but more importantly, it makes space for him to focus on kalluto, set his own doomed desire aside completely to really hone in on his every response. pressing his tongue against the tight pucker of his lips, he coaxes his mouth open and curls inside it, wondering if his insides have retained their sensitivity even with the outsides smoothed over.*

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*Kalluto's lips press. He imagines his lips as the entrance missing from between his legs, the tongue stronger, the tongue his brother's cock, the tongue against his neck. His mind dances as Killua pushes him apart, gives him room to tighten around him, leaves him broken and whole.

Kalluto is on his back, wondrous friction peeling skin between his ankles as they grind together behind Killua's neck. He's in sixty-nine, a razor-sharp tongue piercing smooth skin-plastic, digging up skin-flesh, the sailor a pirate, the "X" where a penis should be.

He's standing, stiffly curled fingers slamming into himself, pleasure as droplets sweat, trickle and quench through the concrete dam, fingers bruising and straining as mad fervour eschews trained safeguards. As the tongue works through his mouth he wishes it were bigger, so much bigger, wanted this duality of his brother's intent and feelings to fill his whole body, to press against every inch of his skin from the inside.*

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*the way kalluto's lips pull tight around his tongue, killua can almost believe he's entering him in a different manner, his missing cock splitting him open and thrusting hot inside him. the simulation of it is enough to get him rocking his hips, null crotch bumping eagerly into his brother's hand working down below. he forces himself deeper into the only hole he's got, scraping against his molars as he tilts his head back for better access, brings his other hand up to his neck and thumbs his fervid pulse.*