Title: Just a Little TLC
Fandom: Diabolik Lovers
Rating: T
Length: 1638
Content notes: Referenced past self-harm.
Author notes: Doubles as a fill for OTP Prompts.
Summary: After finding Azusa bloody and beaten in the school courtyard, Yuma rushes his brother home and tends to his injuries. He thinks Azusa broke his promise not to harm himself anymore, and all it takes is a little loving care to squeeze a confession from both vampires.

"Azusa, what the hell happened to you?!" Yuma drops his box of sugar cubes and darts off the school step to his brother's side, supporting his weight before he collapses on the spot. The smaller vampire doesn't respond verbally, or rather he can't because of the blood pooling in his mouth. "Dammit…Let's get you home, okay?"

Azusa offers him a weak nod and reaches for his neck as Yuma hoists him into his arms. The world is spinning and growing darker by the second, but he doesn't care so long as he's with Yuma. No place feels safer. Even the pain dulls when the larger vampire is around. Azusa feels like he's worth something, feels like smiling and letting himself relax, feels like allowing himself to be loved.

"Y-Yuma…" he murmurs.

The blond grimaces and holds Azusa closer, cradling his head against his chest. "Take it easy, little bro. We'll be home soon." He should call Ruki or Kou and let them know what happened, but Azusa's injuries take priority over passing along the message. Yuma's brown eyes flick down to Azusa's bruised, bloody face and he feels a stab of fear through his heart. "Y-You're gonna be fine. I'll take care of you, 'kay?"

As if he hears the quiver in his older brother's voice, Azusa grips his sleeve and tugs gently. "I-I'm happy it was you who found me…I…"

"Shh. Don't waste so much energy trying to talk," Yuma shushes him and quickens his pace while also trying to keep the boy in his arms steady. "We're almost there."

It's not long before Azusa's body, immortal as it may be, succumbs to blood loss and exhaustion. He rests peacefully in Yuma's protective embrace until they arrive at the mansion. Yuma ignores any protocol set by Ruki and takes Azusa straight to his own room, laying the little vampire out on his bed.

"Just wait here," he whispers and runs a hand through Azusa's dark hair, caressing his bruised cheek. "I'll be back in a sec."

Azusa watches his brother warily glance over his shoulder and leave the room. Most of his left eye is swollen, so he closes it to ease the discomfort some. It's strange, he thinks with a sigh, but pain has never felt so painful to him before. Is it because of the promise he made to Yuma?

The blond vampire returns with a familiar plastic box in hand: Azusa's well-supplied first aid kit. Sitting on the mattress, he smooths stray strands of dark gray away from Azusa's round face and examines his injuries. His fingers trail down the smaller teen's neck and turn his head this way and that for better angles.

"Hmm…" he hums and lifts Azusa's arm for inspection next. His eyes widen and he gapes down at his brother, rasping, "These look like knife wounds…We had a deal, remember? You aren't supposed to do this anymore."

Azusa opens his mouth and squeaks hoarsely, "B-But I didn't. I…um, fell."

"If you didn't then who did? Tell me the truth," demands Yuma in a firm but gentle tone while he unwraps the dirty, stained bandages around Azusa's arms and neck. "You didn't provoke whoever it was just to get a rise out pain again, did you? Azusa."

Yuma doesn't look angry, Azusa thinks with a frown. He looks hurt.

"Answer me."

Now the fiery flare of his injuries returns again and it doesn't feel so pleasant. Azusa squirms on the bed and chokes back tears, clawing at the mattress. "S-Shin is the one. We met in hallway and he chased me outside…Said I made him angry just by looking his way…"

"Damned Tsukinami brat," Yuma snarls to himself. "I'll have to return the favor in full…"

"I'm sorry, Y-Yuma."

The blond smiles ruefully and shakes his head. "Don't be. You're just a little guy and that's why Shin picks on ya so much. He's a fucking coward." He dabs some alcohol on one of the fresh cuts and Azusa winces, yelping at the sting. "Whoa, whoa. Am I being too rough?"

Azusa smiles this time, laughing in spite of himself. "Yuma is never rough."

Yuma feels blood rush into his head. He coughs loudly to clear his throat of saliva and fumbles with a bandage roll, trying to unravel it. "Tch. How could I ever be rough with you? You're so freakin' tiny and fragile as is…"

"This is a nice view," muses the youngest Mukami, watching his brother carefully bandage one arm and move on to the next. Yuma's face is taut with concentration and a little flushed. Perhaps it's the summer heat, Azusa thinks. Or maybe it's something else entirely?

"I just have to know."

"You'd be proud of me," he continues in a murmur, stretching his arm out for Yuma. "I-I fought back this time, cut his cheek open with my Lucky Lucy…" His bandages arm moves and he indicates the utility knife stowed away in his pocket.

The blond teen smirks and laughs, finally easing up a bit. "You sliced his ugly mug open, eh? That's great! You defended yourself just like I taught ya!" He secures the other arm bandage and concentrates his efforts next on Azusa's poor face. "Damn right I'm proud of ya. I always am."

A cold pack presses gingerly against Azusa's swollen eye and Yuma gently strokes his bruised cheek again, staring back at Azusa. Moments like these between them are rare, and he intends to savor every second of it.

"Y-Yuma," starts the smaller vampire, "may I ask you something…?"

His heart can't beat, but Yuma swears he can hear it thundering in his ears. He swallows hard and licks his lips. "Yeah?"

"I, um…I think I love you." A faint blush dusts Azusa's already colored cheeks. It deepens the bruises a violent shade of purple. Azusa forces his eyes away from the vampire above him for a moment. "I-I feel weird around you, I mean. Y-You're always so nice to me even when I make you mad or get into trouble…"

Yuma doesn't believe what he's hearing. His jaw drops and his line of sight is permanently fixed on the teen beneath him. There's a trembling in his hands that he can't control either, and he's pretty sure Azusa feels it against his cheek.

"I daydream about it sometimes…You holding me, whispering to me, k-kissing me…"

A small stream of blood trickles from Yuma's nose and down his upper lip. "D-Do you want me to do that stuff for ya? I mean, I could if you wanted me to…I, uh…" His voice crackles and vaporizes into dust when he glimpses the hopeful – and adorable – smile his little brother wears.

"You would?" he asks earnestly, eyes shining. "Right now?"

Blood spurts out of Yuma's nose this time, dripping down his lips and chin. "I-I uh…Whoa, hey! What're you doing?!" He catches Azusa before the smaller teen falls over trying to sit up. A loud sigh escapes Yuma into the open air. "W-Want a kiss that bad, huh?"

Azusa laps at the blood on Yuma's chin and pulls back timidly. "D-Do you love me, too?"

"Well, whaddya think?!" grumbles the older vampire with a pout. He holds his brother closer and tangles his fingers in Azusa's soft, dark hair. "I don't take up for you and look after ya because it's good for my health…"

"So, you do? Or you don't?" parrots Azusa again, clinging to Yuma's shirt. "Do you – "

Growling, Yuma silences him with a kiss, gently pushing his lips into Azusa's despite how bruised the other boy is. He tastes faint traces of copper and reminds himself to pay the same respects to Shin later on. The way Azusa attempts to increase his height by pushing up on Yuma's shoulders is darling, and Yuma can't help laughing into his brother's mouth. Their innocent kiss quickly escalates into something more with teeth and tongue, but after Yuma feels Azusa panting against him, he pulls back.

"That answer your question? Man…" gasps the blond, bumping foreheads with Azusa. "Or do I have to say it out loud for ya?"

Azusa presses a bandaged finger against his lips. "W-Would you?"

Yuma groans and takes the boy into his arms, lying back on the bed with him and cradling him against his chest. Azusa's intent gaze is till boring a hole through him, and he can't help giving in to temptation. Leaning down, he cups Azusa's ear and whispers to him, "I love ya, 'kay? Happy?"

The younger doesn't say anything in extenuation. He just beams up at his brother and snuggles deeper into his embrace, wrapping his skinny arms around Yuma's large frame. His smile widens that much more when he hears grumbling above him, followed by a quick kiss to his forehead.

It doesn't take Yuma long to diffuse the problem between his brother and the violent Tsukinami. He returns home one evening with a few scratches and a bloody nose, but nothing complain about.

"Y-Yuma? What happened?" Azusa races across the foyer to meet his brother, staring up at him with wide eyes. All he receives in a smirk in response, and he gasps, "You…you fought Sin, didn't you?"

The blond bobs his head in acknowledgment and kneels so that he's at Azusa's eyes level. He claps both hands squarely on the smaller boy's shoulders and reassures him, "That bastard won't be bothering you anymore. I took care of him good and…A-Azusa, what're ya doing?!"

Azusa hums and licks the little lines of dried blood from Yuma's nose and lips. "All better," he breathes and kisses the very tip of Yuma's nose. "Ne?"

"Yeah," stammers Yuma with a goofy grin despite the insane blush racing across his face, "all better."