#sin twins

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Ash. Nothing but fields of charred ash. A fortune in moko reduced to ash in the span of one freak thunderstorm. Least that’s how the story went. A cool morning wind was blowing down from the mountains, sending occasional clouds of dust into the air that would burn the eyes of the small gang of armed warriors gathered among the now blackened fields. One figure, taller and more powerfully built than the rest, stood dressed in long, brown robes with a black scarf wrapped around her mouth.  The twin tails of the scarf played on the wind as the tendrils of her onyx-black hair played danced between them.  Her eyes were hidden behind goggles and a massive sword rested on her back.  She twisted her boot heel into the earth in agitation. The Highlander woman turned and looked around. “Still no sign of Eastwood?”  she inquired about the owner of this once lush farm, her voice sounding like a hammers blow upon an anvil even muffled as it was. “No, ma’am.” came one of her soldiers.  “His maids said that he was around the day after the fire trying to salvage what he could but then vanished that night.” The highlander woman grunted. “I want him found and want to hear what happened from his lips.”  “Ma’am,” the soldier said.  “We know what happened from the-” the man started. “I don’t for one second believe that this freak accident is one at all!” the woman snapped.  Eastwood farms had been one of her organization’s main cash crops.  The forecast yield of the now burned moko had been in the millions of gil.  Because of that anticipated margin, it had been a major part of the next year’s budgets for her gang.  The crop had become especially important after Ursulin Urslousx had decided to cancel his contract with the Sin Twins and turned to the upstart organization Moon Shine to move and sell his moko for him.  Ursulin Urslousx’s moko might be the best in all of Eorzea but his production had always been focused on quality over quantity, so that loss had been manageable despite the insane value market value of his crop.  But now, with Eastwood’s farm up in smoke,  the loss of Ursulin Urslousx was a problem.  Even with the very large number of farms still producing moko for the Sin Twins to move and sell this season, they would be hard pressed to turn an appreciable profit this year with the loss of their two premium strands. That line of thinking made the highlander woman scowl behind her scarf.  The timing of this was certainly suspect now wasn't it.  Moon Shine comes in and manages to snatch away one grower and then, when Eastwood wouldn’t agree to switch to Moon Shine, his plants suddenly get charred in a freak lightning storm. 

<Happy Birthday!>

Sin Twin Double Date #1: The 1975 w/Nada & Joy

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The battle was thick with chaos, both in concept and energy with the frequent launch of Sardonyx’s Chaos Spear.

For some horrifying moments--mobini feline having been shoved into Rush’s arms for protection--Ryan Terios Hedgehog was down for the count, temporarily locked in a state of lifelessness, and the battle was three-on-three.

Starlight faced off with Achan alone for much of the battle--taken by surprise nearly ever hit on account of Achan’s ability to move outside of time and space. Sardonyx was little help in assisting him, as she had Inaysa to deal with, but fortunately the Sphynx was too busy talking down the hedgehog--mocking his inability to have protected Ryan--to actually cause him any severe bodily harm.

However, this game of deadlock--Inaen and Inaysa kept Brennt and Sardonyx on their toes almost continually--and gentle play would not last.

Brennt, himself, of course dealt with Inaen. And though Rush did return from hiding the severely injured feral cat, he could never afford at any time to relax.

His attention, in fact, was so severely occupied by Inaen that he did not take notice when Ryan fortunately got back up and began to tag-team with Starlight.

“If they weren’t here, you would still be weak and helpless.” The male lupine creature spat. He never stopped his offensive maneuvers even despite the wounds he had acquired from Sardonyx’s long-range attacks and some minor burns from the his tenrec brother’s fire. The latter felt himself falter at the spoken syllables as they continued. His heart trembled and throbbed as if stabbed. “You were always the worthless runt! The old Master never wanted you, a reject. Lucifer never wanted you--no one has ever wanted you but the fool who married you and you’ll never see her again. It’s doubtful she even truly loved you--she probably wanted you for your powers and your beauty--back when you had any! You will never belong in this world, or any world. The rest of us will push you into the deepest circle of hell to keep you away! And your friends here... they don’t really love you either. The female is here only because we made her come--admit you know that! Rush doesn’t even have capacity to love another being, let alone you. I’d bet that the blue hedgehog doesn’t even know you--and the guardian just wants you to stop being a problem, like you are for everyone! So why are you still fighting?! Give up! Surrender to us--we won’t kill you. You can keep what little is left of your pathetic life and ugly form in all its loveless glory. Isn’t it better to let us use you than to suffer in hell? Isn’t that all you’re good for--your only purpose? Even if Sarah were living you’d be tainted now--too tainted to love. The Master can’t stand to look at you anymore!“ He was repeatedly striking him, jabbing his machine, and the tenrec’s felt his heartstrings snapped one by one by bitter words.

To release some of his extreme internal turmoil--any amount at all--he unleashed a massive blast of flame born from the white flames which had previously surrounded him. They massed together in the form of an eastern dragon, which appeared to take life of its own and dove to devour the other fallen angel. The cyborg struck through them, his swipe of claws narrowly missing their target--Inaen’s heart to grab and pull.

And like that, both twins flinched and fled, vanishing into thin air.

With that attack, Brennt felt his power levels drop low--he took a deep breath, as if he could regain it that way, but he knew it would take awhile. His form showed fatigue.

But he couldn’t stop. Not now. The battle wasn’t over. Instead of shedding tears he had to shed his wrath. He knew not if Sardonyx had been listening to Inaen’s words, but he expected no pity from her. He wasn’t sure he could believe he had her friendship, but he knew by no means could he ever deserve it.

He deserved nothing. He was nothing. Ending this battle was to end his burden on everyone else, and then find a place to hide.

He worried for Poet. He worried. He worried that any of these people--these people he’d decided to care for--would be fatally wounded.

COMMISSION FROM MY NIECE, @dejasquietplace

Josh went home with the boy he just met, not knowing what he got himself into. This was probably one of the most horrifying nights he ever had.. but then another new person stepped into his life, showing him that not everyone just sees the bad in other people.

rating: okay (warning: contains sexual abuse)

wordcount: 4023

a collab with @fanficsandideas

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Josh stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. As Josh likes really hot showers, his mirror was totally steamed up. He reached out to it with his hand, wiping it clean with his palm. He opened the drawer underneath his sink looking for his hairdryer, which was buried underneath a shit ton of cosmetic products from his roommate Liz. He quickly dried his hair and stepped out of the bathroom. He shivered as he entered the hall. "Shit, I left the windows open again. No wonder I'm freezing like what not." He walked back to his room, digging his fingers into the towel so it wouldn't fall off. The yellow-haired guy already picked out his clothes earlier that night so he just had to slip them on. He turned around on his heels, watching himself in a full body mirror hanging on the wall. He was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans with a white tank, vans on his feet to complete the look. Liz was sneaking her way to his room and entered without knocking the door. "You look great, what jacket are you gonna wear?" Her compliment made Josh smile all over his face. "Thanks, I thought about just a casual one, probably the denim jacket I bought at the mall last week." Liz picked it from his clothing rack and helped him put it on. "Daaamn, I can tell the boys will be after you! Super cool!", this made Josh smile again. "Alright, guess I gotta go. See ya tomorrow." He gave her a quick hug before checking his pockets for his stuff and leaving the apartment. The club he chose was just around the corner. The security at the door already knew him, so no need for Josh to pull out his ID or anything. "I see, you again. Alone this time?", the man said. "Yeah, just really down for a good party, ya know?" They both laughed at this and Josh made his way through a knot of people standing at the entrance. It was already 2am, so the place was quiet crowded. He first went to the dancefloor because the DJ was playing one of his favourite tracks. He didn't know the name. That's the thing with electronic music, there's mostly no singing in it - just like classic - so it's hard to find out the name of it. Josh quickly found the rhythm of the beat, showing off his moves. He just knew he's a good dancer. After a few minutes someone joined him. It wasn't the scene you see in normal clubs. This was underground, no small groups standing in a circle shaking their hips to the latest charts. Underground means dark basements, loud techno music with a bass so strong, you can feel it through your whole body. Everyone is facing the DJ, it's like moths, all wanting to go near a strong light. That's the way Josh explains it, but he always pleads that you'll have to experience it for yourself, otherwise you won't understand what this is about. The guy was standing next to him, pounding his feet on the floor to the beat. Josh just glanced at him, then focused back on the DJ. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to the boy, just starring at him. He hated when someone broke his flow. "Hey, wanna go out for a cig?" Josh doesn't smoke but he just nodded, the guy was somehow fluttering him. He followed him outside. "I'm Brendon by the way.", he handed Josh a cigarette, "you smoke?" Josh shook his head. "Nice to meet you, I'm Josh, Josh who doesn't smoke tho." Brandon put the cig away, lighting his own after that. "No problem tho, I wish I would've never started doing it. You alone here?" Josh was mesmerized by his brown eyes. "Uhh, yeah. I sometimes go downtown on my own. I always meet new people here. Just like we just met." The brown-haired guy nodded his head in agreement. "Same, also came here alone tonight." He flicked his cig away. "Wanna grab some drinks and head back to the dancefloor?" "Sounds good.", Josh replied. Brendon ordered a water for his self, Josh went with a beer. There was a reason why his eyes mesmerized him, also there was a reason why he only drinks water and needed some fresh air - Drugs. Most people here take drugs, it's kind of a normal thing here. Josh never even thought about tripping on something, alcohol was enough to get him in the mood. He drank his beer in almost one go, leaving the empty bootle on the counter. "Wanna dance?" He gestured Brendon to the dancefloor. Josh checked his phone - 3:36am. Both of them danced, getting lost in sound. Josh was back in his own world, minding his own business. He already felt a bit drunk but it was just enough to keep him going. The taller boy placed one hand on Josh's ass, causing him to flinch. He peeked at Brendon, acting like he didn't notice what just happened, which made the other boy reach for Josh's hand, squeezing it. Josh turned to him, looking baffled. "I know you're not straight, the way you almost stared at me outside, you betrayed yourself there." Josh swallowed hard. "Yeah, you're right tho..", Josh paused and wiped his face before continuing, "so, what are you up to?" The brown-haired boy smirked. "We could go to my place, ya know. Have some fun together. I mean if you want to." Josh didn't think. He agreed. "Great, ready to go?" Josh followed him outside, he could feel the security's eyes on his back. "I already got us an uber." Josh nodded. He was cold. His clothes were soaked from his sweat and the night air wasn't making it any better. Their drive home showed up and they climbed in the backseat. "We'll be there in 5 minutes, we could've walked but it's cold so yeah." Josh almost told the other boy that his home wasn't even 2 minutes away from the club but he thought it'd be better to keep this a secret. No one talked during the car ride which made Josh uncomfortable. "Alright guys, reached your destination." Josh got out of the car, Brendon paid, leaving a big tip for the driver. "Have fun.", he heard him say before the door slammed. "Just don't be too loud, guess my roommate is asleep, don't want to wake him." Josh nodded and almost tiptoed after Brendon into his room. Without saying a word, Brendon lifted Josh up and let him fall down on the bed. Not really careful of him, I hit my ankle on the corner. - Josh thought. "Get out of your clothes, you can leave your shirt on if you want to.", Brendon had a sharp undertone in his voice. Josh slowly started to unbotton/unzip his jeans before stripping down his clothes. He was still lying down, watching the other boy almost ripping his shirt off. "Get on your knees you little cockslut." Josh's eyes widened at this, but he followed the instructions without hesitating. Brendon was already hard. "C'mon, you want this." Brendon grabbed Josh's head, mostly dragging it to his dick. "Open up, I wanna fuck your mouth." Josh was totally out of his comfort zone, he didn't know what to do. He opened his mouth, licking the top of Brendon's dick. The other boy was falling apart above him. He pressed his head down, causing Josh to choke, gasping for air. His head felt dizzy. Don't vomit, don't vomit, don't fucking vomit - Josh thought. His gagging just amused Brendon, but eventually he decided to let go of Josh's head. As soon as he was in control of his head again, he threw it back. His neck was audibly creaking. He took some short breaths, before inhaling so deep that his lungs hurt. Wham. The room went silent. Did he just slap me? Josh was on the wage of tears. "Who said you could fucking stop? Go BACK to WORK, NOW.", Brendon yelled. Josh was scared, doing what he was told. Tears formed in his inner eye corner, running down his cheeks one after another, but he continued what he was doing. "Alright, enough." Brendon grabbed Josh by his hair, pulling him off the floor and literally throwing him onto the bed. "Turn around, lemme see your hole. Bet you're ready for me." Josh laid down on his stomach, adjusting himself a little because he painfully laid on his own cock - which wasn't hard at all, not even near to getting hard. He didn't have much to be happy about, but the second Josh adjusted himself, Brendon slammed into him. Josh let out a small whimper. Brendon started himself painfully fast. "You dirty little cumdump. Shut up," Brendon said in a sharp tone. It took every inch of Josh not to scream in pain. Brendon grabbed the boy's highlighter-like hair and pulled on it tightly. Brendon literally started slamming into Josh, over and over again. As the taller guy let go of his head, Josh's chin smacked down on his upper chest, making it hard for him to breathe. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain on his back. Brendon was clawing his nails into the yellow-haired boy's skin. Scratching them up and down, over and over again, ripping deep red marks down his spine. He let out another whimper, tears were streaming down his cheeks. Brendon slowed down and smacked Josh's ass. "Slut." He whispers, and picks his speed back up. Brendon comes quickly, leaving Josh a total mess underneath him. He then pulls out and slowly goes down to Josh's cock. He kisses on the tip, giving Josh the chills. Brendon opens his mouth, leaving hot breaths on Josh's cock. He licks the base and sucks on the shaft. Josh let out a moan - which didn't mean he was pleased with the situation. Brendon quickly removed his mouth. "Hush, cumdump." Brendon said sourly, then put's Josh's cock in his mouth. He licks and sucks gingerly. Josh leaves deep scratches on Brendon's shoulders. "Bren-" Hey chokes out and comes. Brendon swallows and slides into the open spot of the bed. His finger traces up Josh's toned abs, and reaches his chin. "Just go to sleep. I'll be at work tomorrow." Brendon told him, pulling his hand back and drifting to sleep. Josh wasn't moving, he was scared. He cried without making any noise, totally exhausted. I want to die. I just want to die. Josh was overstrained, he felt used. Some time passed and Josh also drifted into a deep slumber.

Josh slowly woke up. He was naked, legs hanging off the bed. As he opened his eyes he noticed he didn't have a pillow, neither a blanket. The air was thick, you could've cut through it. Josh stroke his own arm, realising he was covered in what seemed like dried sweat and cum - and tears. He felt disgusting. He was struggling to get up. Thank god, Brendon wasn't there. He checked if he left any message. A small piece of paper was laying on the other side of the mattress. "I'm at work, won't be home 'til evening. Take your time leaving. - Brendon", Josh read. He let out a sigh, happy that his betrayer wasn't anywhere near him. He almost fell as he tried to get back up on his feet. He searched the room for his boxers and slipped them on. His head hurt, his lower body felt like someone just set it on fire, also he felt dizzy, really dizzy. He twisted his ankle as he stepped into the hallway. At this point, a lump formed inside his throat. I'm not going to cry, I won't. He mostly fell his way to the living room. His hand slipped as he tried to make hold of the doorframe, slamming his elbow against the wall. He couldn't take it anymore. He took two steps forward before breaking down. Tears were uncontrollably leaving his eyes, you could hear them hit the floor. Josh was sobbing, which turned into bawling within seconds. He was screaming at the top of his lungs. "I WANNA DIE, W-WHAT HAPPENED TO ME. I'M SUCH A DUMBASS." You couldn't really understand what he was yelling through his crying. He heard footsteps, someone was running up to him. "NO, NO. L-LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME AGAIN. I BEG YOU DON'T WRECK ME AGAIN." Josh totally collapsed.

Someone kneeled down next to him. "Shhh, it's okay. I'm not Brendon. Don't worry. I won't hurt you. Promise." Josh totally forgot about the roommate he was told about. "I-is it okay if I help you get up? Guess the floor isn't comfortable." Josh nodded. Brendon's roommate shuffled his hands under Josh's armpits and pulled him off the floor. The yellow-haired boy was shaking, his body was trembling. "Shhhh. I got you." The thin boy gathered all his strength and lifted Josh up into his arms. He walked up to the couch, slowly letting Josh down. "Is it okay if I sit next to you?" Josh cried out again, but the other boy still took this as an okay. "I'm Tyler .. and you're Josh, right? Well, I heard your name last night." Josh finally lifted his head up, looking straight into Tyler's eyes. "H-hey Tyler. T-t-thanks for helping m-me.", Josh muttered before he started to cry again. Tyler stopped asking questions, he could tell Josh wasn't able to actually talk. He carefully lifted Josh into his lap, arms wrapped around him. Tyler expected him to fight against it, but that didn't happen. Instead he felt the other boys arms around his waist just seconds later. Tyler gently rubbed Josh's back. "You don't have to talk about it. Brendon already made a scene out of it before he went to work. Also I heard all the disgusting and inappropriate things he said to you tonight. I couldn't get back to sleep after witnessing all of this. I waited for you to wake up, I needed to make sure you weren't left alone after this." He nuzzled his cheek at his cheek, noticing how sticky yet wet Josh's face was. "Hope it's okay for you to be held like this." Josh nodded. He was still whimpering, but the bawling and screaming stopped. Josh pressed his body against Tyler's, getting as near as possible to him. "You wanna drink something? Your voice sounds husky." "That'd be nice, I d-don't care what it is.", Josh said. "Okay, I'll be right back. The kitchen is over there, you will still see me. I'm still here." Tyler crawled out under Josh, patting his shoulder before leaving to the kitchen. He grabbed two glasses off the counter and filled them up with water. He walked back to Josh. "If you want to, I can help you. You're still shaking." Josh didn't say a word, he just looked back at Ty. He sat down next to him, one glass still in his hand. He slowly lead the glass to Josh's mouth, placing its edge on his lips. Still being totally careful, he lifted it so Josh could take a sip. He had a hard time swallowing his drink, he cringed after every sip he took. Josh tilted his head back, a sign that he had enough. A quiet thanks left his mouth. Some water was running down his chin, Tyler quickly wiped it down with his finger. "C-can we lay down? I don't feel good." Tyler settled himself down on the couch, gesturing for Josh to get into his arms, which he did. He started to sob again. "It's okay, you can cry as much as you need. I will stay here with you. I won't leave your side.", Tyler murmured into Josh's ear. Every inch of Josh's body was shivering. "Are you cold? Wait, I'll tuck you in." The boy reached out for a blanket and covered both of them with it, making sure Josh was completely underneath it. Josh adjusted his head so that it fitted right into the hollow of Ty's collarbones. "I'm so weak, I'll probably fall back asleep.", Josh mumbled, eyes already shut. "It doesn't matter, it's important that you get some rest. I'll be still here when you wake up, right next to you." Josh curled up against Tyler who squeezed his arms tighter around Josh in response. Tyler could feel his breaths on his collarbone, noticing they got longer and slower. Josh was slowly drifting away, peacefully falling back asleep. Tyler stroke his back to soothe him just a little bit more. He waited a few minutes before checking if he actually slept. "Josh?", he whispered. No answer. Hopefully he won't have a nightmare. I want him to be at peace. I just want him to be safe. - Tyler thought, before drifting away as well. Snuggled up against the boy he slowly started to fall in love with. The boy who would later become his kryptonite.