CONTENT WARNING Twincest / incestuous relationship between twins
It had been a rather exhausting day.
Kaede had gone out somewhere early in the morning, leaving Kaleb to fend for himself for the day — well, that was a rather dramatic way to put things considering Kaleb was well enough to take care of himself now. But that didn't mean that the absence of his twin was any less daunting. That was the start to a rather long and exhausting day.
Some Level V had gotten a little too blood drunk and thought he could take on the club's bouncers in an attempt to kill off the humans he'd been drinking from, and it ended with a scuffle that chased out the rest of their customers. If that wasn't bad enough, even after the Infected had been dispatched and taken care of, one of the humans fainted and ended up not waking up again, forcing them to dispose of her body in a dumpster out back. It was always a mess when they lost one of their merchandise, because then they had to go through the effort of trying to find a replacement. Not to mention customers that had favourites didn't like finding out theirs was killed.
All in all it was an exhausting day, and Kaleb wanted nothing more than to go to sleep. He abruptly slams the door shut behind him as he enters the back room of the establishment, an office of sorts that only he and Kaede used. It was a sort of safe haven for the twin.
Letting out a lone sigh, Kaleb plops himself down on the leather sofa at the back of the room, taking care to pull off his leather gloves one finger at a time before resting them atop one another on the coffee table in front of him. It wasn't often that the man dared to let himself go without gloves — but here, in the back room where only he and his twin were allowed to enter, he felt an overwhelming feeling of safety. He leans back on the couch, placing both arms on the top of the furniture as his head falls back as well, eyes closing to give some semblance of rest.
When Kaede entered the River Styx, the silence weighed heavy and dreadful. Kaede's eyebrows quirked, as his steely eyes grew accustomed to the darkness and surveyed the main chamber. He testily smelled the air. It was tinged with the usual, delectable blood stench, and something sour- something dead.
Death was as commonplace in the Styx as cockroaches- that didn't assuage the annoyance that flickered over Kaede. It was not that he cared much about their stock's lives; it was the collateral that came with it, the tedious explanation to cross Jabberwockies and the fabrication of a disappearance to the human population. Not to mention their inventory was limited.
Whatever. That was all for Kaleb to deal with. He crossed the dark room, the air cooling as he descended deeper into the den. His light eyes flashed to the stalwart body of Cerberus, posed dutifully before the "VIP" section of the club.
"Kaleb's in the back." The guard barked tersely, reading the question in Kaede's eyes. The club owner gave an equally short nod, ever surprised at Cerberus' ability to anticipate his thoughts and commands.
Kaede entered the back room, and sure enough, Cerberus had been correct. Kaleb was there, sprawled over the back couch. Arms arched over his head, the curve of his biceps swelling with the movement. HIs head was tilted back, straight and slim jawline apparent and cutting. Kaede realized his breath had stopped and gathered himself before approaching, as loudly as he entered. He was wordless, and whatever Kaleb said, he swallowed with a deep kiss after hands pulled his jaw in.
Stalking his way across the room with one step taken after another, short, shallow breaths that would have normally hid his presence from just about anyone else. But to Kaleb, it felt like a piece of him that had been missing was finally back where it belonged the moment he recognized those steps. Recognized that breathing. Recognized that heartbeat. Like his own, they were synchronized with one another, and a small smile tilts the corners of his mouth upwards. But he doesn't move, chooses instead to lay there like a defenseless animal as his twin creeps up on him, even if Kaede is not quiet in his approach. There's no reason for him to move.
Hot fingers stroke along his jaw as they cup his face, and Kaleb instinctively opens his mouth, inviting his brother to connect their mouths and join them as one. There is a moment of hesitation in the way he moves, the germaphobic side of him screaming at the thought of being touched — of being invaded. Boundaries pushed aside like nothing. But he reminds himself it's his twin, and there was nothing to fear.
Nothing to fear indeed. He groans as Kaede immediately descends upon him and deepens their kiss, and like always, the younger of the two twins lets his older brother take the lead. Their tongues wrap around one another in a loving dance of dominance, and only once the infected feels the need to breathe does he pull back. Fangs slip from his gums as he does so, just enough to pierce the soft flesh of Kaede's lower lip and pull it out as Kaede pulls back. He releases his twin's lip when he finally opens his eyes, staring deeply into the eyes of his mirror self.
"I missed you," Kaleb admits softly as he leans forward and buries his face in Kaede's neck, softly inhaling the man's soothing scent.
Give him Hell. A crevice, from which the foulest demons make their ascent to chaos. Kaede would survive it, if he had his twin beside him.
He chuckled through the blood that welled from the fang-caused graze in his flesh. His lip slid across his lower gum, savoring the flavor of his own self, of his own visage reflected back at him, all while holding his brother's eye contact, as if saying through his own gaze: Look at what you do to me. Unlike he, Kaleb was pure and decadent.
"I'm glad to see the place in one piece," he joked, wrapping his arms in response as he felt Kaleb's breath tickle the sensitive parts of his neck. He planted another kiss, this time chaste and careful, against the side of his brother's forehead, while settling into the spot beside him. "Not that I doubted I'd find it any other way."
A soft hum escaped his throat and he sighed into his brother's touch. A touch gentle in its caution, terse and tight in that battle between sanity and fear, then surrendering trust and love built over a hundred and thirteen years. Kaede's fingers came up to comb Kaleb's sparrow brown hair with a light touch, one that bespoke of a control usually unfound in the Infected's actions.
Concern flashed in Kaede's eyes, his voice said as barely over a low whisper yet echoing in the concrete confines of the small, underground space. "You're tenser than normal." Accentuating by planting an attentive hand on the slope where shoulder and neck met. "Did something happen?
Kaleb can't help the small grin on his face as he feels his brother plant a chaste, but romantic kiss atop his forehead, and he lets out a small chuckle at Kaede's words about the place being in one piece. Yes, the establishment itself was definitely still standing — the same couldn't be said for the human they had to discard of in a nearby dumpster. Kaleb removes one of his arms from the back of the couch to give room for his twin to settle into the seat next to him, finally lifting up his head so that he could turn his head to gaze on his brother.
Gentle fingers comb through the flowing locks of his hair and the man instinctively leans into the touch, a difference from how he normally withdrew from such actions. It was nice to be able to feel normal for once, his nerves normally so anxious about touching things and being touched that he lived life almost perpetually in fear. But here, with his twin at his side, he could allow himself to relax and know that he would be kept safe no matter what. Twin eyes match one another as Kaleb looks over, and he sees the momentary concern that flutters over his twin's face.
Another soft touch that he doesn't recoil from, a sweet and reassuring gesture from his brother, but Kaleb groans as he remembers the day vividly again once Kaede asks him about it. Kaleb lifts one of his hands and presses the palm of it against his forehead, as if in pain. Really, he just can't believe he had to deal with such things on his own — exhausting, for someone who normally took a back seat in all things related to the business. Kaede had a much better attitude for such things, and for a moment the Infected can't help but wonder if things would have gone differently if his twin had been there instead of him.
He can't help the nagging fear that Kaede would be disappointed in him.
"Things went to shit without you around," Kaleb finally admits with a nervous laugh in his words, his hand dropping as he turns his attention back to his brother. "There was an... Incident with one of the clients, and we lost stock." No name, no identifier — no time for that in business, where the humans in their care were only useful as long as they could bring in money. Cold and apathetic towards the death experienced in their building, Kaleb only thinks about the bottom line.
"I wasn't around when it happened, I just saw the aftermath of it... I'm sorry," he murmurs in a quiet voice, ashamed.
Kaede watched as the comfort, like a nervous bird tentatively curled in one's palm, melted to that telltale anxiety. Nerves punctuated his voice as his twin admitted there had been an "incident" at the Styx. An "incident" that was easy to deduce in meaning.
A heavy sigh escaped his parted lips out of instinct, thoughts flickering to the damage control that the two of them would have to conduct. His hand ran through chestnut brown hair, that had once reflected his brother's in shape and style, now cut more closely to display his reborn personality.
But exasperation had no place in Kaede when that crestfallen, apologetic look crossed his twin's eyes, like a puppy scolded. Kaede frowned, reached forward and cupped Kaleb's jaw with his hand, beckoning his twin to look up at him.
"Hey, love, it's alright," Kaede's brows furrowing with telltale concern. "It's as much as my fault as it is yours, which is to say, none at all. These things happen all the time."
At first, Kaede had been angry the first he had heard of it. He had cursed and screamed at the Infected who committed what he called "negligence of property" and they had lost more than a customer that day. Time and frequent occurrence blunted his visceral reaction to such news, though that did not make hearing any easier.
"We'll get through it," Kaede added, resolutely. And then, his gaze softened and he leaned his brother closer in, to him. His words came out a rumble in his throat, "But, for now, let's just enjoy this time we have together. Do what we do best and forget the world around us."
Unlike Kaleb's, his fingers weren't shy and he was not afraid to tug his twin close to him, explore the sinewy planes of his twin's body as intrepidly and curiously as if he did not possess the same features. His pull and touch was almost possessive.
"I forgot how strong you've gotten," Kaede said with a laugh. "Remember how skinny you were when we first opened this place up?"
There was a reason he didn't like handling business on his own, and the forefront of that was that he didn't like feeling like a disappointment to his brother. How many years had he felt that shame of not being good enough? Of holding his twin back, because Kaede was just too damn empathetic to him? Maybe if Kaleb had been stronger when they were humans, he wouldn't have forced them into a life of living like... This. He'd never asked Kaede if he liked being Infected — he was afraid of the answer. Which is why the failure of what happened today when he'd been put in charge of the club felt like such a dagger in the heart.
A light touch on his jaw to turn his head finally forces the man's eyes open, and his gaze immediately fills with the concerned expression of his twin.
"It's not your fault, it wouldn't have happened if you had been here," Kaleb murmurs softly, but accepts his brother's attempt at comforting him. He simply nods at Kaede's next few words, allowing himself to be pulled in so they could enjoy the close company of being with one another again. This always felt right to Kaleb — being one with his twin, as though they were simply one being with two minds. While normally seen as a level-headed and strong individual, sometimes it felt good to show his true self around his brother in private.
His breath catches in his throat when he feels nimble fingers begin to explore his body, curious touches quickly growing into possessive grabs and pulls to shed him of the heavy clothing he normally wears to feel safe. The muscles in his body once more react instinctively and tighten as the fight or flight response urges him to flee from the touches — but he reminds himself who it is that's touching him. He's Kaede's, and he quickly relaxes into touches that are so familiar they burn with electricity. A small, animalistic sound rumbles happily in his throat as he quickly sheds the top most layer of his clothes — a bulky jacket — allowing Kaede's fingers to touch his body more directly.
A soft sight that turns into laughter at his brother's words.
"It still feels so strange, I remember always being the skinny twin," Kaleb admits with a laugh, turning his gaze down for a moment to look at his own body. Bulky and fleshed out with muscle, gained from nearly a century of hunting as an apex predator.
"Meanwhile you always had enough muscle for the two of us... I remember how sexy you used to look in your hockey uniform," he grins, eyes flicking up to Kaede's face as he pauses for a moment, before— "I used to undress you with my eyes every time you came out of the locker room dressed like that." A quick, almost embarrassed admittance. I never thought I'd get to undress you for real, he finishes in his mind, his fingers hesitantly beginning to explore Kaede's chest. After spending most of his time with gloves on, it always felt... Foreign to feel the heat of a body against his fingertips.
Kaede laughed and cocked a brow at Kaleb, leaning back to allow him space to slip off his heavy jacket. "Really?" he said, incredulous. "On the contrary, I think I would've chewed out our client until it would have been a problem."
He raised a hand and ruffled up his twin's hair, playful yet careful as to not misplace the hairs on Kaleb's head for he still felt tension in the other's touch. "You did great, Kay," he said, offering a small smile to his love in hopes that it would bring comfort in its sincerity.
And then, tentative, bare fingers planted themselves on Kaede, touching the top of Kaede's chest that peered out from a deep v-neck. Kaede sucked in his breath as bare skin met bare skin, those naked pads more intimate than anyone looking from the outside could imagine. For Kaleb usually kept his hands bound in leather, shielding them from the dirt and danger of the unpredictable world. It was only for Kaede, his brother came to realize, that he would shed that thick layer from his hands and that thought alone made Kaede react.
He knew the amused chuckle that escaped his lips would have made Kaleb blush deeper. Maybe that's what he wanted, when he pushed the fabric of his shirt out of the way a little, to permit Kaleb to explore the bounds of his body deeper.
"Oh, really?" he asked, a coyness glimmering in his eyes. "In front of our parents too? I had no idea you were so naughty, Kay."
Back when they were human, Kaede knew exactly how good he looked. Hair dark and drenched with sweat, abs trailing down from the chest guard that dressed his broad shoulders. A star on his team, he looked the part, yet was clueless to the effect it had on his brother. The thought would have surprised him then, but now, it aroused him.
His fingers glided down his brother's arms, his touch admiring the way his muscles had filled out, from frail and sickly twigs to the bulk of a predator, his voice growing thick and husky with unhindered desire. "Would you have like that, huh? For me to take you in my gear? Press you against the glass, my jersey against your naked body and fuck you so hard the panes shake?"
Eyes that glowed like sea foam trailed down from Kaleb's gaze to the tease of his collarbone over his shirt. When it came to Kaleb, every visible inch of skin was like a forbidden secret, finally bared.
He laughs at the admittance from the other that all hell would have broken loose should their position have been switched for the commotion earlier, and though it doesn't verbally say it, Kaleb secretly agrees. It wasn't a secret that the twins were yin and yang to one another. Calm headed and tactful negotiations were what he was best at — it was true that Kaede was more likely to go in fists swinging before thinking. Still, that seemed to get the job done most of the time, so Kaleb still cheekily believes that it would have been better had Kaede been there with him. He enjoys the praise from his twin nonetheless.
Kaleb secretly loves the way his twin reacts to his advances, the two of them knowing that such intimacy was rare for the germaphobe. It made it all that much more special, for both of them. Or so he likes to think at least — that his twin loved this just as much as he did. A deep chuckle that can be felt from bare fingers escaped Kaede, his teasing words causing a blush to spread even further along Kaleb's cheeks. They barely had any time to explore any meaningful kind of relationship between the two of them as humans, considering Kaleb hadn't mentioned his love until it was almost too late. He was still inexperienced with this, even if they'd been taking it one step at a time since mutating.
His gaze drifts up to meet a mirrored image of himself, that coy expression on Kaede's face making him that much more embarrassed. Fingers trail down his arms, touching skin that was normally covered in a thick jacket. But that's not what causes his body to suddenly shiver — it's Kaede's words that have that affect on him, a stirring in his gut that draws heat to his body. His mouth parts slightly at the huskiness of his brother's voice and he can't help the barely audible whimper that leaves him as the thoughts infiltrate his mind.
A half-naked Kaede hard and hot against him, fucking him with wild abandon — with the same intensity he showed out on the hockey rink. Every time the man had slammed someone into the boards, Kaleb's mind had been filled with dirty thoughts of being slammed with that same intensity — just with a much different desire, of course. How could his twin read his thoughts so clearly?
"Yes," he admits, swallowing the lump in his throat as fingers greedily take in more naked skin that Kaede reveals to him. "I would have let you do it in front of the entire damn arena. Anything, to let you show the world I was yours," he continues, tongue peeking out as he licks his lower lip, eyes trained to Kaede's intense gaze.
There's a moment of irritated guilt that fills him as he remembers how he used to pathetically curl up on his bed and listen to his brother in the next room, fucking whatever ditsy girl threw herself at him that week. He couldn't even relieve himself during such times, too sickened by both the taboo of loving his own brother, as well as the disgust of having to touch himself in such a dirty place. Instead he was forced to simply lay there, hot and horny and betrayed, waiting for his sinful desires to simply leave. Of course such things he never admitted to Kaede — how could you, when it sounded so damn pathetic? But now...
His eyes drop. Now he's the one getting fucked into Kaede's bed at night. But still he harbours feelings of guilt, and finds himself struggling to go further than letting his hands wander across hard planes of muscle.
"I'd love to see you in that uniform again," is all he can admit.
Awareness came easy to Kaede now. In fact, it was impossible to ignore. The sensitivity of sounds, from a drop of water to the skittering of mice inside the Styx's walls- the myriad of smells, powerful yet (for the most part) distinctive, not overwhelming one another. He could not believe how blinded he was to how alive the world seemed. Would he have noticed, then, with his heightened Infected senses, his brothers eyes trailing after him, speaking of a lust and love too dangerous for their world.
Kaede mulled over this, whilst in a tender motion that seemed out of place with the filth of his words, brushed a stray hair back from his brother's forehead.
"I wish I'd known sooner," Kaede rumbled, enjoying the vision of him pining Kaleb against the lockers with a guard pad stretched over his shoulders, his own brother's nakedness juxtaposed against the layers that hugged his muscles. Then, his voice grew lower, huskier, and Kaede whispered against his ear. "Maybe I'd let the rest of my team watch us."
And then there was hesitation. He could feel it in the pause of his twin's fingers, the unsureness suddenly sprawled across his sharp features. It was so subtle that even the most observant may have missed it- but Kaede had lived a lifetime and more with Kaleb, and even those slight changes were glaring.
"Is something wrong, Kay?" Kaede asked, his heavy brows furrowed with concern, his strong hands paused beneath the lovely arc of his brother's pecs. He leaned forward, touched his forehead to his brother's, that symbol of affection and love and comfort. "Talk to me." He took Kaleb's hands in his, a gentle grasp that was aware of Kaleb's anxiety with outside touch.
Posted 08-05-2021, 05:13 PM
This post was last modified: 08-05-2021, 06:43 PM by Kaleb Winchester
Blood is Thicker than Water
