And when you both return, my are you both in for a surprise.

Turns out Ingo did have a previous lover, his own younger twin brother!

Ingo is still very much confused, and hazy on the details, but he feels that this true and right to him.

He dreads your reaction, rightfully so.

You are disgusted, and you don't want to hear their explanations, immediately turning to leave.

And Ingo panics, he can't lose you, he loves you too much.

Grasping onto your wrist, he begs and pleas, but you will hear none of it. Wrenching your arm from his grasp you run for the door, slamming shut, irrefutably walking out of his life.

Ingo breaks down in Emmet's arms that night, leaving him to pick up the pieces. He doesn't like this, doesn't like you, but it's undeniable that Ingo needs you, especially now, having to adjust to the modern world.

Ingo needs familiarity in this adjustment period, and Emmet would do anything to see his big brother happy, especially now that Emmet has him back.

After Emmet finally managed to calm Ingo down enough to sleep, he goes to find you.

It suprisingly verrry easy.

You're the one who stumbles into him.

You sway where you stand, eyes glazed over, and mumbling nonsense. You're drunk, stinking heavily of liquor, and sporting multiple bruises and scratches on your face.

"Hey man... watch it." You slur out, looking through him.

You don't recognize Emmet in your inebriated state.

This makes things so much easier.

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For Emmet I was thinking of you two being like pokemon breeding buddies.

Whether meeting on an online forum, pokemon battle or even at a daycare center, you both quickly bond over trading tips and stories of your baby pokemon.

You start to hang out a lot, enjoying each other's company to the point of being invited over to each other's home.

And one day as you're head over, both now comfortably enough to give each other a copy of your keys, to visit whenever. You wanted to have an impromptu movie night, snacks in hand.

You barge right now through as you always done, loudly announcing your arrival, only to stop dead in your tracks. The bag falls out of your grasp, hitting the floor, and spilling its contents.

To get an eye full of Emmet getting handsy with his twin brother, Ingo. His own brother!

There's no mistake to what's going on, both under clothed to various levels of nudity.

Covering your face in horror you bolt, ignoring Emmet's cries for you to wait.

From then on you avoided Emmet at all costs.

Only for it to all come to a head one night as you're walking home late at night.

As you pass through the familiar path, a hand emerges from the shadows, latching onto your face, covering your mouth, and muffling your screams as you are yanked into the darkness.

It didn't need to be this way, but you left Ingo no choice, Emmet hasn't been the same since you started to avoid him. This wouldn't do.

At least it's empty, you just need a moment to collect yourself. Breath in and out. Calm yourself.

Only when you stop feeling nauseous do you assess your situation. Where's the way out?

The door you come through remain sealed shut no matter how much you tug and push at it.

There is a door at the end of the car.

But as you get near it you hear noises - muffled groans and shuffling. You're on edge again.

Do you want to open the door?

You flinch as you hear the noises grow louder, and a deafening moan rings in your ears. Your cheeks burn shamefully as you grow aroused by the coupling of the people behind the door in front you.

Pervert.

You slowly open the door. Why are you opening the door?! Head pressed so tightly against it as you ever so slowly peek out.

Eyes widened at the sight, at the sight of the Subway Bosses fucking each other! Of Ingo bend over -ass up- resting his upper body on the seats, legs spread wide as he moans out so wantonly, so lewdly that it makes your ears burn in embarrassment. Emmet stands behind him, thrusting into Ingo savagely.

Emmet's grunts of pleasure are almost drowned out by the wet slapping of their coupling and his brothers loud moaning.

You stand there, mouth agape. You don't know what's worst; you catching them in the middle of such a disgusting act, or that fact it excite you. Heat pools in your stomach.

Suddenly Emmet snaps his head in your direction, eyes making contact with your own.

You squeak as you slam the door shut, tripping over yourself in your panicked state as you run over to the other door.

You slam your body repeatedly against it hoping it'll open. And it does, you crash onto the hard concrete floor with an "oof."

Scrambling to get up you book it out of there without looking back.

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"W-what... what was it?" Ingo pants, breathless.