so darkness I became

“So you say… but have yet to prove.”

“You know, I initially had some sympathy for you, but now I think it’s going to be fun to watch you rot in this place.”

Imogene kissed at Bentley’s neck, sucking little dark marks into his skin. She purred in his ear, “I’ll do anything daddy wants me to.” She said, gently biting on his ear lobe before she pulled away. “You’re not bad looking.” She hummed, pressing her lips to his next, her fingers tracing circles into his chest.

“Anything?” he questioned, sinking his teeth down into his lower lip. “You’re a confusing girl, Imogene. One minute you’re telling me about how dominant you are, and now you want to be my little good, submissive girl?” Bentley asked curiously, reaching up to tuck some of the girl’s hair behind her ear. “I know I’m not. You aren’t, either.”

“I’ve read that, it was a pretty great book. Although, I’ve never seen Grey’s Anatomy, I’m more into things like Criminal Minds” She shrugged her shoulders, smiling. “Really? That’d be awesome”

“I like Criminal Minds, too. Grey’s Anatomy is just a favorite of mine,” he elaborated, rolling his shoulders. “I’m probably not doing much for my birthday, anyway, so I really don’t mind.”

He immediately returned the kiss, having missed the feeling of his brother’s lips against his. “Boy toys?” he asked, his brow furrowing. He swallowed thickly and shook his head. “Don’t really have any of those.” He didn’t protest as Bentley led him down the corridor towards his apartment, having memorized the route by now. “I didn’t send for you when I was sick because I didn’t want to bother you,” he finally revealed.

“Yeah, your boy toys,” Bentley confirmed, nodding his head. “Oh, you don’t? Bren? Parker? Kieran? They don’t give you any cuddles after you fuck?” he questioned, tightening his grip around the male’s waist. “You wouldn’t have bothered me, Jaxson. Don’t be stupid. I’m your brother --- you’re the only reason that I’m actually at this place. If you’re feeling ill, I’d want to know.”

“So you say… but have yet to prove.”

“You know, I initially had some sympathy for you, but now I think it’s going to be fun to watch you rot in this place.”

Imogene smirked and slipped on the knee highs, putting her hair up in a bun. “You look like an eight but when I’m drunk, maybe a nine and a half.” The brunette teased the master. “Since you’re cute, I guess I can do this for you.” Imogene teased, slipping on the cat ears. She climbed on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. 

“Yeah? Luckily my ego’s already been sufficiently fed and I’m more than confident that I’m one of the most attractive guys here, but alright, Imogene,” he said with a little chuckle, resting his hands on Imogene’s waist when the girl climbed onto his lap. “Are you going to purr for me, princess?”

“Yeah, I was contagious,” he said, giving a shrug of his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around his brother’s neck and smiled, pulling the older male closer to him. “I’d love that,” he said. “I could use some cuddles.”

Bentley smiled, briefly pressing his lips against Jaxson’s. “No one’s been giving you cuddles lately? None of your boy toys?” he asked with a little chuckle, pulling one arm away and beginning to lead the boy back to his apartment. 

He leaned into his brother’s touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a few seconds before reopening. “Yeah. Something like that,” he said, turning his face to press a kiss to the palm of Bentley’s hand. “I’m fine now, though.”

“You needed to be in solitude for a stomach bug?” Bentley questioned, eyebrows raised and voice accusative. “Do you wanna stay with me?” he offered, arms dropping lower to wrap around his twin’’s waist. “I miss you.”

“It isn’t a job if I don’t get paid.”

“And if you don’t do what you’re meant to, bad things happen.”

“I am, yeah,” he answered, softly clearing his throat. There was still so much that he hadn’t told his brother, but he wanted to keep it a secret for as long as he possibly could. “I was too sick to tell anyone, Ben,” he mumbled. “I’ve been in the infirmary, secluded from everyone.”

“Good,” Bentley sighed out, reaching up to cup the male’s cheeks. “You couldn’t have sent someone? I think I deserve to know whether or not my brother’s feeling well,” he insisted. “What was wrong? Stomach bug or something?”

“Oh, I have no intentions of making you come, sweetheart.”

“Are you already forgetting your job description, sweetheart?”

Sieanna thought for a moment. “Hm, what’s your favorite book? Unless you don’t like to read, in that case, what’s your favorite tv show?” She asked, giving him a small smile. “Yeah? That’s so soon. Can I spend some of your birthday with you? and no, it’s not too bad”

“I like reading. My favorite book is the Great Gatsby. Um, my favorite television show is Grey’s Anatomy --- I’m a bit of a nerd when it comes to medical things,” he admitted. “Yeah, of course. I’m not doing anything special, so I’ll come get you.”

Sieanna nodded her head, chuckling lightly. “Do I now?” She asked, looking at him. “I’ll tell you more about myself, but I wan’t to know more about you too, alright?” She told him. “My birthday’s November 1st. I turned nineteen shortly before I came here. When’s your birthday?” 

Bentley nodded his head a little bit. “Ask questions. I’m always willing to share,” he promised. “My birthday is January twelfth. I’m about to be twenty-two,” Bentley answered, tightening his grip around his waist. “I suppose the age gap isn’t too bad, is it?”

It didn’t take Brendan long to get into position, eager and compliant as ever, wanting to please. He twisted around to press his knees into the mattress below and settled his hands flat against cool sheets, pushing himself up to present himself to the master. “Yeah,” he murmured in response to the other’s question. “Been thinkin’ about it ever since you told me all those lovely, little stories. About what you’d look like together, the things you’d do to each other.” Biting down on his lower lip, the slave lifted his head to gaze over his shoulder at Bentley. “Even though about both of you taking me at the same time,” Bren confessed. “But then I remembered what Jaxson likes and thought about us takin’ him, if you’d let me. He’s yours, after all, isn’t he, sir?”

Bentley gave Brendan a few moments to get himself comfortable, leaning over to press two slick fingers against the male’s pink, puckered hole, only to pull them away moments later. “Didn’t you say prefer not having prep?” he asked to clarify, picking up the bottle of lubricant again to focus on coating the toy instead. “Yeah? So that’s what goes on in your head, hm?” the man asked curiously, rising to his feet once he had coated the plug sufficiently. The master paused his actions for a moment, giving Brendan his undivided attention. “That’s correct, yes, he’s mine,” he replied without a second thought, clearing his throat quietly. “Think we could do both of those things. Jaxson, though --- I know for sure that he’d love to have two cocks to himself. He’s been asking me to fuck him with an extra dildo for a while now, actually. And he likes you, so I wouldn’t have the slightest problem sharing.”