Title: Seven Acts in Total
Fandom: Osomatsu-san
Pairing: Osomatsu Matsuno/Karamatsu Matsuno
Rating: T
Word Count: 680
Prompt: Play
Content Warning: This is incest.
Summary: Osomatsu promised to watch Karamatsu perform the play he wrote, but it's a struggling endeavour.


Osomatsu’s ribs ached terribly. He wondered if it was possible for him to sneak out and leave Karamatsu to his own devices, but unfortunately that couldn’t happen. He had promised Karamatsu he’d watch Karamatsu perform his stupid play and now Osomatsu was stuck here paying the consequences for it.

Karamatsu, dressed in what honestly looked like a table cloth from the 1950’s, spun toward him suddenly and struck a pose that would definitely have made the pain Osomatsu was experiencing worse if it was possible to be hurt any further. Everything in his body went numb then and he almost breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well, how was it, mon chéri d’amour? Did it sweep you off your feet? Did you fall madly in love with my sweet turn of phrases and most sensitive charm? Now, tell me the honest truth that resides within your splendid heart!”

Yeah, like that was going to happen. If Osomatsu of all people criticized Karamatsu’s writing in any way he’d be miserable, grossly sobbing and ripping apart his masterpiece, all of which would just make Osomatsu incredibly guilty. Lying his ass off was the only option—it wasn’t like anyone but him was going to experience this torture anyway. Karamatsu didn’t have much of an audience past his brothers, after all.

“You’re very expressive, babe. I mean, only you could play all the characters at once.” Osomatsu scratched the back of his head, diverting his gaze to the far side of the room. “I didn’t get all of it for awhile, but, uh, I liked it. It had my full attention, I just couldn’t look away for some reason. It was a good one!”

Karamatsu beamed.

“Excellent! So the first act was a grand success!”

Osomatsu cringed, looking at his little brother with apprehension.

“That... that was only the first part? How much more is there?”

“Seven acts in total, of course. I needed all the time I could get to devote to the gripping characters and plot, Osomatsu! But don’t worry, we’ll only do the first two and proceed with the others at a later date. Even someone as great as me would get tired reciting all these lines!”

“Yippee,” Osomatsu said sarcastically under his breath. “I can’t wait.”

“Hmmm? What was that? You want an encore?”

“No!” Osomatsu yelled, springing up to a standing position and waving his hands wildly. “I’ve heard enough of that one for today. Let’s just hear the next one, yeah?”

Karamatsu nodded enthusiastically. He moved to quickly slip off his current outfit so he could shimmy on a new one. Osomatsu took the chance to perv on his naked body, all at once wishing they were fooling around instead of him listening to Karamatsu’s terrible story telling and subpar acting skills. Osomatsu rather liked listening to Karamatsu sing or recite painful poetry, stuff he was actually good at, but an entire seven part play written, directed and acted by Karamatsu was the exact opposite of a good time. Maybe if he diligently worked on the skill that would change, but for now Osomatsu’s ears and eyes were forced to endure for a little while longer.

At least the next outfit Karamatsu chose to wear was made out of spandex, pressing close in all the right places. It was a good distraction and lifted his spirits a bit. He absently wiped drool from the corner of his mouth, but Karamatsu caught him and preened, batting eyelashes and blowing a kiss. Osomatsu, recognizing the familiar gesture, obediently grabbed it and pretended to put it in his pocket with a cheeky grin. Ah, what could he say? There was a reason why he was here even if he didn’t want to be and that reason was Karamatsu.

As Karamatsu began to act out his extensive play again, Osomatsu sat back down on the floor and leaned back on his hands, determinedly keeping his full attention on his lover. Karamatsu cared about this, and no matter how good it was or not, Osomatsu wasn’t about to pretend not to be here.