Lifty sighed out softly, his body sprawled out over the bed as he waited for his brother to finish his shower. Though they’d just finished having an intimate bonding moment together, the submissive twin was still yearning for more. He could still feel the memory of Shifty’s touch over his skin, ghosting over his skin and drawing him to roll in the blankets of their bed. His naked body was soothed by the soft  fabric  beneath him, urging him to relax in his twin’s absence. He let out yet another sigh.
When fussing and moving about in the bed did little to sooth his fussing, Lifty decided that perhaps he should eat something to keep himself preoccupied while he waited. He dragged himself out of the bed and proceeded to put on clothes, ensuring he was decent in case Zeleny came home while he was in the kitchen least Shifty throw a fit that anyone else saw him in his full glory. Then, he proceeded down the wooden stairs. He left the plank with stairs down, not caring to fix it while it was just him and his brother and he had no intention of staying downstairs. He’d be getting his food and going back up to wait for Shifty.
Silently, he moved into the kitchen. His green-yellow gaze took in the familiar setting as he contemplated what it was he wanted to eat. Before he had set a decision, he pulled out a medium pan and put it under the sink. He turned the knob and waited for the water to fill it, but as he did, he started to feel a little uneasy. He looked over one shoulder, saw nothing. He looked over the other shoulder. Zeleny was much closer than he expected him to be, and it made him jump for a moment, before he set a glare back at his trainer. “I didn’t know you liked sneaking up on people, Laynee!” he said, taking up Fire’s pet name for the man.
“I’m not Laynee,” he heard the other return, his voice too darkened and stressed to really belong to his trainer. The realization dawned on him far too slow, and his nerves sunk where his fear rose. Shit. But before he could react, a hand was at the back of his head, taking a painfully tight grip of his hair. The moment his face came slamming down into the counter, he felt the world spin. His hands grasped out, trying to steady himself and gain some sort of ground to protect himself. He let out sounds in his panic, trying to get past the shock enough to scream for his twin’s aide.
