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He fakes it - Vash.
He fakes his orgasms. Every last one.

Nick can't figure out why. Every other partner he's taken to bed has left it satisfied. 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 than, actually.

Everyone but Vash.

#vashwood #VW #plantcest #KV - 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝗮𝗳.

"... What?" He laughs nervously when Nick brings it up the next time they're in bed. "Nico, what're you talking about - I love you-."

"I'm not saying you don't." Nick frowns, sitting up. "I'm just asking you what I'm doing wrong."

"Nothing!" Vash bolts upright.

"You aren't doing anything wrong-," he insists. "You're perfect!"

"Then?" It's been going on for months. "What is it?" Nick's tried everything, but to no avail. "Are you ace? Is that it?"

"𝘐-."

"Because I can 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 with that, Vash." Nick holds his hands out, helpless.

"We don't need to have sex if you don't want to-."

"𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰!"

"Then?" He's getting frustrated. "What is it - 𝘮𝘦? Is it just me?" He touches his chest. "Do you not like sleeping with me-?"

"No, no, 𝘯𝘰-," Vash grabs his arm. "Nico, I 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 sleeping with you!"

"Yeah?" Nick sits back on his heels with a huff. "... Got a funny way of showing it, no?" He mutters. "With all the fake orgasms & whatnot."

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘧-!"

"You are not 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺," Nick cuts him off, "as good an actor as you think you are, Vash."

"I'm not...," Vash's eyes turn to glass - deep & watery. Kaleidoscopic blue. His breath hitches.

"𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵." Nick points at him. "Do 𝘯𝘰𝘵 start with the waterworks, so help me G- 𝘝𝘢𝘴𝘩." He snaps when the tears begin to run. "Christ," he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Vash," he groans when his boyfriend pulls away from him. "How're we supposed to work anything out if you keep crying your way out of arguments?"

"Why is this something we have to argue about at all?!" Vash aggressively wipes his cheek. "It's just sex - you have fun, don't you?"

"But you don't!"

"That doesn't fucking matter-!" Vash's voice pitches hysterically.

"It matters to me!" Nick matches his energy. "Your happiness-," he yells back. "Your pleasure - 𝘺𝘰𝘶! It all matters to me!"

Vash grimaces. He turns away.

"Why is this...," Nick looks at him, flabbergasted. "Why is this so hard for you to understand?" He leans in, tone softening. "Vash, I 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 you." He tries to catch his eyes. "I don't want sex to be such an awful experience for you-."

"It isn't." He won't look at Nick now.

"It isn't." He repeats, pulling his knees up to his chest & pushing his face into the pillow that'd been on his lap. "It isn't." He says into it, muffled.

"Then what is it? Exactly?"

"I don't-," Vash refuses to lift his head. "I don't 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. It's," he sinks even deeper into

the pillow. "It's complicated-."

"Then explain it to me!" Nick pleads. "Babe, we need to 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦. This-," he gestures between them. "This doesn't work if you don't talk to me, Vash. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 just talk to m-."

The door suddenly slams open.

"Will you people kindly," Knives kicks the door when it starts closing again, "shut the 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 up?"

"Tch." Nick's irritation peaks in record time. "Fuck 𝘰𝘧𝘧, Knives. This is a private conversation."

"No, the fuck it 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵!" Knives barks back. "Paper!" He slams the wall

"These cheap ass walls," - the plaster cracks beneath his fist- "are made. Of fucking 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳! So now I!" He laughs hysterically. "Have to fucking 𝘴𝘪𝘵 here," his voice climbs. "And listen to 𝘺𝘰𝘶-," he flips Nick off, "whine about how you can't make my baby brother come."

Nick fumes. "That wasn't-!"

"You've got shitty dick game, Wolfwood!" Knives cuts him off. "Get over it!"

"Oh my G-." Nick grabs a pillow & flings it at him. "Fuck 𝘰𝘧𝘧, dipshit!" He grabs another pillow & pitches it. "No one's forcing you to stay & listen!"

Knives dodges both. "Tell him already!" - He's yelling at his brother now. "Tell him he's doing it wrong!"

Nick stills as he's going to grab a third pillow. He blinks. Turns. Looks at his boyfriend, who's still hiding in own goddamn pillow.

He frowns slowly.

"What...," he starts. His grip on the pillow loosens. "What's he talking about?"

"𝘝𝘢𝘴𝘩." He snaps, when he's ignored. "Vash, what is he 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 about?"

But Vash continues to keep silent - doesn't move a single muscle; barely even breathes.

"What the he- 𝘝𝘢𝘴𝘩." He drops the pillow now. "What's going o-?"

"Oh my fucking 𝘎𝘰𝘥." Nick whips around just in time to see Knives slam the door shut & storm up to the bed. "This is taking forever."

"Wai-," he starts.

But the guy's already reaching past him to grab

Vash's ankle. "𝘊'𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦, you stupid brat." He 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴.

Vash yelps, flailing as he flies forward.

"Can't do a single goddamn thing without me, can you? Huh?" He takes hold of Vash's chin & jerks up - forces him to look at him.

"Tch." He hisses at the running tears

and bright red nose. Then, without warning, he dips & slams their mouths together.

Nick blanks. They have a weird relationship - he knows. He'd assumed it was a twin thing - the closeness. The touchiness. The flirting. Maybe a little more - but 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?

He reaches forward - belated; unsure of what he's trying to do. But trying to do something all the same.

Knives grabs his skull & 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 before he can actually do anything. "𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩, dumbass." He says into Vash's lips as Nick tumbles back -

right off the bed. "I'm giving you a free lesson here."

"What the fuck?" Nick's mouth finally starts working again. He snaps up & reaches out; tries to grab Vash - 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 him. "The fuck do you think you're doing to...," He stills. His heart does too.

He's kissing back now, he realizes as he stares up at the twins. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 boyfriend is kissing his 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 back; hands desperate in Knives' hair; lips sloppy & wet; body rolling up against his brother's.

"Nai," he's whispering - all needy & soft & sweet: "Nai, 𝘕𝘢𝘪-."

It's already more than Nick's ever gotten out of him after at least 10 minutes of messing around.

10 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴' work - Knives has done in one. Less than. Goddamn 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴. And Vash is already melting for him - liquid gold, dripping through

his fingers; easy & pliable. Just like that.

Nick sinks back onto his heels, more or less distraught. "... Seriously?" His voice comes out far more hurt than he'd expected it to.

"Christ." Knives must hear it too - the undercurrent of betrayal. "Don't get all fucked up about

it, Wolfwood." He closes his fingers around a handful of gold & yanks back. "I just know how to mess with him," Vash gasps - eyes rolling back as he's forced to face the ceiling. "His cheat codes."

Nick watches, heart sinking.

Knives' leans back in; presses his lips into a

specific spot on Vash's throat; just beneath his left ear & a centimeter back.

It works like 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤. Like a switch; has Vash succumbing to a full-body shudder - knees going weak, fingers spasming, toes curling - the whole nine.

"You wanna' learn them too," Knives' ice blues find Nick's dilating blacks as Vash unravels, "or not?"

TBC in a few hours 😛

About 400 different trains of thought rip through Nick's head right then. Of them, the loudest is the notion that he'll probably never get a chance like this again. Never.

And with Vash's stubborn silence on anything & everything having to do with his happiness, it means Nick

will never learn how to please him in bed if he passes this chance up.

So, slowly - hesitantly, he turns up.

"Sh…," he looks at Knives. "... Show me."

Knives grins. He releases his brother - gives him a light push so that Vash ends up collapsing face down onto the bed in

front of Nick.

Knives comes down over him in a moment.

"Hear that, bunny?" He murmurs into Vash's hair. "Your pretty little boy toy's watching tonight -," he glances up; catches Nick's eyes - grins wider. "Better put a good show on for him, yeah?"

Nick goes 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 hot. He swallows - tries to - as he holds his gaze. S̶h̶i̶t̶,̶ ̶h̶e̶'̶s̶ ̶h̶o̶t̶.̶

Knives watches him, still smiling like he can hear Nick's traitorous thoughts.

"Go." He says in a minute, straightening back up. "Sit." He nods at something past him -

the armchair. "Watch." He says. "And learn."

This is likely the singular strangest thing Nick has ever done in the name of love. But he's done stranger things for Vash. So he obeys. No questions asked.

"Good." Knives reaches down now - sinks his hand back into Vash's hair.

"C'mon. Up, baby." He says, tugging. "Up."

"You gonna' be good for us?" He hums as Vash pulls up & leans back into him.

When he nods, Knives slides up to that magic little spot beneath his left ear & whispers against it: "𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺."

Almost instantly, Vash's big blues

go completely unfocused. Hazy. His cheeks warm. He smiles. As he tips his head back over his brother's shoulder, he hums - lazy & satisfied.

Knives glances up at Nick as he does.

𝘗𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦, he understands. 𝘗𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

"Clothes." Knives says next. "Don't start with them." He slides a hand down Vash's side. "Unless he does it himself," he brings his other hand down lower - between Vash's thighs.

"Don't start with pulling his clothes off."

Nick watches; watches the way his fingers slip

beneath Vash's shorts with a certain ease; a certain familiarity.

"He likes keeping them on during foreplay - makes him feel messy." Knives says, rubbing his fingers back and forth under the flimsy fabric - back & forth. "Like he's doing something he shouldn't."

Vash sighs softly. He rolls his hips down - "just like this." He turns his head on Knives' shoulder; lifts one hand to his lips - the other going to settle over his brother's moving arm.

"Nothing else." Knives continues. "No clit stuff yet. No fingering either -." Vash moans.

His nails bite into Knives' forearm. "He likes being edged in the beginning & overstimulated at the end." His eyes flick up. "Make sense?"

Nick sinks into his chair, face simmering with heat. He nods.

"Let him guide you, if he wants to." Knives looks back down. "He knows his

body better than either of us-," he tips his chin forward - to where Vash's hand is moving again - leaving behind the little red crescents in his brother's skin to slip lower.

He's following it - Knives' arm. He's following it down his body. Lower & lower. Between his legs. And

into his shorts.

"Mmh-," he arches. "Nai…," he cants his hips down - pushing into their hands. "God-," his lips part as he begins to pant, "...𝘕𝘢𝘪."

"Hm?" Knives grins against his shoulder - eyes down - watching; concentrating. "Good…?" He asks.

"So…," Vash whispers, breathless. "So good." He nods. "Perfect…"

"Yeah?" Knives turns back up - watches his brother - his face - as they work between his legs. Then he tilts - kisses. Innocent little pecks which turn sharper & sharper the closer he gets to Vash's carotid.

He looks up when he finally bites. Finds Nick again.

He shifts - the other hand now, the one on Vash's hip. It moves. Subtle & slow. Down, down, down. And then he's reaching over, hooking a finger through the soaked center of Vash's shorts & - Nick loses his breath.

Knives doesn't look away from him - 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.

Nick hears his pulse reverberate through his skull when sees their entwined fingers rubbing through the center of Vash's slick cunt together.

TBC ASAP 😛

It's so 𝘸𝘦𝘵. Everything. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. Their hands, Knives' wrist, Vash's thighs, the shorts - it's 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. All that slippery, warm 𝘸𝘦𝘵.

S̶o̶ ̶m̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶w̶e̶t̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶n̶ ̶h̶e̶'̶d̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶g̶o̶t̶t̶e̶n̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶.̶

Nick bites his lip,

watching.

The jealousy's there. Simmering quietly. But it's quickly becoming an afterthought. Arousal surges through him now, drowning out everything else.

"Don't…,"

He looks up when Knives' trails off; finds his usual icy facade beginning to melt - soft pink burning to life

on his cheeks. He leans down - pushes his mouth back into Vash's shoulder; watches their hands between his legs, eyes half-mast.

"... Don't," he starts again - clearly distracted. "... Don't begin fingering him until he's wet enough," he digs his free fingers into the glistening

cush of Vash's thigh, "to be leaking down his legs or 𝘮𝘩-."

He lurches forward when Vash grabs his wrist with both hands & 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴.

Nick chokes on a gulp; watches Vash reach down now. Watches the way his fingers curl around his brother's - guiding them, straightening them,

turning them, positioning them & – "Or…"

He looks back up.

Knives grins slowly - watching Vash mess with his hand - letting him do it.

"Or until-," Vash tugs. With impatient little jerks, he tugs Knives' wrist up, up, up- "... he makes you." - He pushes his brother's fingers

into himself.

"Nh-," satisfaction streaks across his face; makes his widening smile a touch wilder. A tad delirious. Ever so slightly deranged.

Electric warmth - excitement - spirals up through Nick at the sight of it.

It 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘴 him. That sex-crazed look.

Desperation & arousal look 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 on him.

That slow roll of his eyes as they fall shut; the part of his lips around softer, faster, increasingly frantic breaths; the 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 - "fffff-ah-ah-ah-..."; the 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬.

He pushes his face into his brother's neck, moaning softly

as he guides his fingers in & out, in & out, again & again, taking them over & over - 𝘎𝘰𝘥.

He looks so 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 like that - taking what he wants; what he damn well pleases - absolutely fucking 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦. He does it rarely enough - indulge in passions & the like.

This is the most selfish Nick's ever seen him. And it's… 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴.

𝘏𝘦'𝘴 gorgeous - fucking himself on his brother's fingers; making demands-

"Curl– … curl them…," he whispers, all chopped up. "Your fingers— Nai… I need-," his breath stutters. "There-."

In his hands, Knives' wrist begins to twist.

"Up top," he says as he changes his angle. "Not too shallow. Not too deep." The hand he has on Vash's thigh slides up. "About 5 centimeters in - riiiiiight here," he taps on a specific spot low on his navel. "He likes it." He glances

up at Nick. "On the inside."

"... See?" He does something; bicep tightening, forearm flexing.

It makes Vash go cross-eyed & starstruck. Makes his eyelids flutter, his thighs twitch, and his smile falter.

Nick sees a shudder rattle up through him - through his skull & very

brain. Sees his knees slide on the mattress- thighs spreading further; voice breaking over a strained moan - saliva spilling, hands shaking, fingers trembling-.

"It gets him all waaaaaaarm," Knives hums, leaning in, "& soffftt," he presses their cheeks together, "& gooey inside,

"doesn't it?"

He's 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 it - Vash.

Losing himself in it. In the pleasure, the thrill, the buildup. It's— he's never once in their 7 months of dating looked like this — it's 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴. Nick can't bring himself to think anything else; can't bring himself to think, period. It burns - arousal. It burns white hot in his gut - tragically fries what few brain cells he has left.

They're kissing again by the time he looks back up. "Take your time." Knives murmurs when they pull apart - wet strings of spit thinning between their lips. "With the foreplay-," he glances at Nick just as Vash pulls him back. "Take your time with it." He says, muffled against

him. "Drag it out." He mumbles. "Make it good for him."

"The higher you build him up," he gasps after his brother releases him, "the prettier he breaks down." His gaze drops.

Vash is riding him now - his fingers - desperate little bounces, little swivels of his hips that meet

Knives halfway. It makes everything a degree more obscene. Makes the sounds louder. Wetter. The moans higher. The sex sweeter.

"He'll let you know what he wants, when he wants it." He keeps 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. "But he won't say it." On & on, he goes. "He 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵."

Nick looks at him. He can't understand how. He, himself is about to make a mess in 5 seconds.

Yet Knives - "sex takes it out of him," he taps on his brother's temple, casual as all hell. "Makes him all loopy," he grins. "That's how you know you're doing it right, Wolfwood. When

he's so out of it, he can't think straight."

𝘏𝘰𝘸'𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸, Nick wants to ask. Because he isn't. He's realizing, too quickly, that he likes watching this - 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 - a little too much; that he may or may not have a kink for this. For

twins. For watching. Which is alarming to say the least.

Knives carries on blissfully unaware of his existential crisis. "He'll tell you what he wants in other ways." He points. "So you need to watch."

Nick stares at him a moment longer - brain numb. Then he follows the finger;

catches Vash's hand disappearing beneath the elastic waistband of his shorts.

Knives follows him. He ups the pace across a few more thrusts, then pulls out & slides his hand down alongside Vash's arm into his shorts.

He hooks his other hand into the hem. Starts pulling -

inching - dragging the shorts down. Too slow; too 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 slow - a damn 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.

"Knives...," Nick groans. He's so turned on, he wants to 𝘤𝘳𝘺.

"Shut up & enjoy the show, ya nicotine addict." - It's a valiant attempt at nonchalance.

But Nick can hear the desperate impatience in his voice too, soft as it is.

They last about 10 seconds longer - breaths bated as they watch delicate strings of slick stretch between Vash's cunt & the soaked cotton - growing translucent as they thin out & eventually fall apart.

Then there's a quiet laugh.

They both glance up.

Vash is watching them - vaguely amused. "You two-," he tilts his head, grinning faintly, "you look like kids in a candy store."

Nick blinks. Knives stills.

As they watch, Vash's fingers drift down low - settle over his clit.

"You really like it that much?" He circles it. Pushes down over it. Lifts it. And repeats - teasing himself. "... My pussy?"

Nick comes. Point blank. He just 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴.

"Vash-," Knives pushes his face into his brother's neck, moaning. "You can't just 𝘴𝘢𝘺 things like that."

TBC ASAP 😛

Vash smiles wider. He lifts a hand - smooths it slowly down Knives' jaw. "So 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦…," he coos softly. Fondly.

Mischief flashes across his face. "You gonna' last long in it?" He looks Nick right in the eye as he pushes 2 fingers back into himself, "... being that

sensitive?"

Nick fucking 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. He's getting overstimulated - jeans still too warm with the single most intense orgasm he's ever had; legs still too numb, arms still shaking, breath still harsh, & brain still blank.

He parts his lips. 𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦, he

wants to beg, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦. But it doesn't come out that way. Matter of fact, nothing comes out at 𝘢𝘭𝘭. So he ends up just staring - silently.

"Bunny-," Knives laughs when it's gone on too long. "Bunny, go easy - you're breaking him."

Vash hums, self-satisfied. The grin he's wearing as his head lolls back over Knives' shoulder is all play & zero innocence. Downright devilish. He bites down on it as it widens; laughs through his teeth. Then moans.

Nick 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 it before he sees it - the quickening

wet slaps of him fingering himself faster.

He shivers. It's exactly as hot as it sounds - even hotter than it looks. Hotter still when he wraps his free arm around Knives' neck & uses the leverage to add an extra bounce to the sexy mix.

Nick whimpers.

He's going to die. He's going to 𝘥𝘪𝘦. He can't 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 this. Any of this. He can barely handle breathing as it is. He isn't going to be able to handle much else if Vash keeps this up.

On the bright side, he's going to leave life, a happy man. Potentially, the world's

happiest man.

Knives gives him a vaguely sympathetic look - like he knows what Nick's going through; what feverish thoughts run amok in his overheated head.

Then he turns down. Grins - all sexy & whatnot.

"Having fun?" He murmurs as he reaches down to grab his brother's hips

A little '𝘮𝘩' is pushed out of Vash as he's hoisted up; brought up just high enough so that the next time he bounces back, it's against his brother's pelvis.

He's held there. Knives holds him there; keeps Vash in place as he grinds his erection into his ass.

"Feel that?" He mouths at that spot- the sensitive place under his left ear- sucks gently on it.

Vash goes boneless. He falls slack; lets the entirety of his weight sink into his brother's hands & leaves it to Knives to keep him upright; to do all the work.

Nick's mouth waters.

The 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 of this guy. He groans - low, strained. But a subtle tightening of the biceps, a quicker throb of the veins beneath his skin is all takes. Vash doesn't drop an inch. Knives keeps him up against himself with little more than his hands.

Nick drools. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥

𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵, he muses.

Then he wonders if they have.

Then it occurs to him that he's thirsting over his boyfriend's brother. Which is

probably not okay. But his boyfriend is also fucking that same brother. So who's to say what is and isn't okay at this point?

The teeth come out again. Knives scrapes them lightly over the reddened skin beneath his lips. Then harder - deeper; bruises up the spot even more.

"Nai...," Vash's hand slips out of his hair; comes sliding back down to drift across the edge of his brother's jaw.

"Nai-," his breath hitches. It comes out uneven & shaky now as Knives makes his way up to lick slowly across the shell of his ear.

His fingers tighten over Vash's

hips. He glances up. "...Want it?" He murmurs, watching Nick. His smirk is infuriatingly conceited. Like he knows exactly how hot he is; what he does to mortals, like them, with his looks & voice alone.

Nick swallows. There's probably a lesson here; some point Knives is trying

to get across.

But all Nick's heat-addled brain is picking up is that he's getting really turned on. And it isn't because of his boyfriend.

... 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵.

Vash isn't faring any better. He hasn't for a while now. His thighs are shaking. He's pressing back into Knives - nodding.

Whispering, "want it, want it...," sounding more messed up than he has since this entire thing began-

𝘖𝘩, Nick realizes.

"You can talk him into it," Knives grins against his little brother's ear. "Into an orgasm."

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 - the

though flits idly through Nick's head. Lord, he's a 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦.

"That's probably what he gets off on the most." Knives goes on. "The dirty talk. It's what makes him come." He says. "So don't start it early on - wait." He releases the tension in his arms - lets Vash back down.

"Wait 'till he's already worked up." His hands disappear behind Vash. " 'Till you're fucking him."

Nick hears the unmistakable tinny rattle of a buckle coming undone; of clasps loosening, buttons unsnapping, & a zipper opening. So he's expecting it. He 𝘪𝘴.

And yet he's still somehow taken aback by the 9 inches of thick, veiny goodness Knives pushes between his brother's thighs.

𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙜.

"What the f-," Nick wheezes - torn between flaring arousal & worsening jealousy. "How's that fair?!"

"It's not." Knives grins, smug 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥. "That's why he always comes back to me." His hands come up around Vash's hips again - fingers closing over the blooming bruises he'd just placed there. Then he pulls back & pushes in - in & out - fucks his brother's thighs to the

rhythm of the most 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 symphony. "Ain't that right, ange-?"

Vash kisses him. He weaves a hand into Knives' platinum waves, grips tight, & turns up to kiss him stupid. Shut him up. Make him choke.

His arm moves as he does. The fingers between his thighs make this

𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 sound as he pulls them out of himself & wraps them - still warm, still 𝘸𝘦𝘵 - around his brother's cock.

Nick finally sees Knives crack at that - the shudder, the eye roll - sees that arrogant haughty composure fracturing apart for the first time tonight.

"Fuck-," he whispers, strained. "Fuck, you're gonna' be the end of me...," he trails off, moaning as Vash gives his cock a slow pump - spreading his slick down it.

He does it twice more; two torturous passes - excruciatingly slow.

The tables flip. It's Knives coming apart at

the seams now with Vash smiling up against his mouth.

On the next slow pump, he swivels his thumb over the leaking head of his cock. Then he presses it up; presses & holds Knives' cock against himself between his legs.

Again, he starts stroking him. Up, down - faster this time. Faster & faster until he's jacking his brother off against his pussy.

TBC ASAP 😛

He keeps going until it drips. Until his arousal - his need - 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴 in syrupy tendrils off Knives' cock; makes for an even bigger mess between his thighs, down his legs, in the sheets-.

And then he slows.

"Nico...," he whispers as he's breaking their kiss. He leaves

Knives 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴; panting & red, dizzy too, from the looks of his unstable sway.

It's... It's so— It's just so— 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵. Nick can't help but stare.

The Knives Saverem everyone else knows is a bonafide asshole. Complete with the fuckboi frat bro attitude &

unironic muscle tanks.

This Knives— This Knives isn't even 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴. He's 𝘝𝘢𝘴𝘩'𝘴 Nai-.

"𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘰."

Nick flinches. He snaps to attention - looks at his boyfriend & finds a quietly amused smile.

"What." He croaks.

Vash tilts his head, knowing. "... Handsome, isn't he?"

F̶u̶c̶k̶ ̶y̶e̶–"no." Nick's voice breaks 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺; does 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 for his credibility.

He clears his throat. "𝘕𝘰." He snaps again, louder & deeper to compensate. "Absolutely the fuck not." Except

that's utter horse shit & everyone in the room knows that. So he looks away, guilty.

"Don't...," He turns back; sees the twins pressing their foreheads together now, nuzzling up against each other slowly - all soft & sweet; unbearably adorable.

"Don't get angry," Vash whispers.

"I love you." He promises before Nick can ask.

"He just...," he closes his eyes, distracted. "He's had years... to figure this out - so don't-," he opens his eyes. "Don't get angry," he turns to look at him sheepishly, "... if I'm different with him."

Nick doesn't exactly know how to process that; doesn't even really have the brain power to respond to what is effectively a warning for how much better Knives' is in bed apparently. So he opts for sarcasm. "Bit late for a disclaimer, no?"

Vash smiles at him, wry.

"You're getting it for a 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯, dumbass." Knives mutters, behind him. "Be grateful." His forehead's down on his brother's shoulder - eyes focused on something between them; on 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, Nick realizes as he watches.

Their hands - Knives' comes up around the thick

base of his cock while Vash's slips down - stroking one last time before he hits his brother's hand & releases him.

Knives lifts his head up off his shoulder as he leans back into him.

"... Okay?" He mumbles. And for that instant, just for that little instant - it's soft.

So 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 - the way it's said, the way it's meant. It's tender - the way he asks for permission. 𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 even, given that it's 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 saying it.

Vash nods.

And the illusion shatters. He's back to being an ass in record time; guides the head of his cock over his

brother's cunt & purposely misses, in true Knives fashion. Not once. Not even twice. Thr- "𝘕𝘢𝘪." Vash hisses.

Knives grins - laughs, endearingly mischievous. " 'M sorry, sorry-," he looks up. Finds Nick. Grins even wider as he pushes into Vash's cunt without breaking eye

contact.

Nick shivers.

There's this moment- a pause; a second of resistance. Knives pushing forward against it, Vash pressing back. And then–, "ah-." With a subtle widening Vash's big blues - it's gone. Whatever needed to give way, gives. And his breath stutters as his brother

sinks into him.

"... Don't bottom out," Knives murmurs are their hips draw together, "... in the beginning."

The restraint is 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦. Nick isn't sure how the guy hasn't come even once. Meanwhile he's squirming in his chair, riding the cusp of his second orgasm,

completely untouched.

"It's painful." He looks up - catches frosted ice blues. "Every time." Knives says.

"No matter how much foreplay you do, it hurts - going in that deep, that quick." He glances down - at Vash. "That's just the way his body works - the way pussy works. So

let him get used to you first."

He tilts his hands. "Shallow in the beginning." He demonstrates, "like this-," he guides his brother's spine into a deeper arch - cants his hips down & back. "It's a better angle - makes it hurt less for him."

He tilts his head against Vash's &

gestures down to him with a look. "... See?"

And Nick 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 see. He sees Vash's eyes rolling shut; sees his jaw dropping lower & lower; sees the saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth - slipping past his lips - dripping off his jaw.

"Fuck-," he keeps whispering. "Fuck,

𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬-."

"Start slow," Knives carefully pushes in again - inch after torturous inch.

"And stay slow. Unless he tells you otherwise - hey 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴, Wolfie." He snaps at Nick. " 'M tryin' to teach you something here. Keep up."

Nick blinks. His eyelids - he thinks - move out

of sync; lagging. He looks up - slowly - because he's dizzy again now that all his blood is back in his cock.

"... What?"

"Slow," Knives repeats, "to fast." His hands rub down the Vash's sides - warming, massaging. "Don't start fast." He explains. "Start slow." His hands slide

back down. "With everything." He wraps his fingers around his brother's hips.

"He likes to feel things." Vash's eyelids flutter the next time Knives pulls him back onto his cock. "𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨."

"... N... ai...," he whispers.

"He doesn't get a chance to feel anything

if you go too fast." He tucks his mouth into his little brother's shoulder again.

"He needs time." He mumbles. "So start slow - shallow." He shivers when Vash presses back into his chest & rolls his hips.

"End...," he falters, "... deep… & fast."

Nick swallows. He feels a

moan building in his chest; feels his ribs begin to rise & fall faster - faster - matching Vash, breath for breath.

A pleasant tightness spirals through his gut - sends tingles up his spine & warmth through his veins. He breathes in, deep & shaky. Tries to calm himself;

stave off the mind-numbing high even as that slow, rich pleasure starts bleeding through him again.

"He'll tell you when he wants more, understand?"

Nick nods because he quite literally can't make himself do anything else.

"He's in control." Knives murmurs. "He's the one

taking all the risks - so he's the one in control. 𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴." He looks Nick in the eye. "Never forget that." - It's both advice & a warning.

Nick could get defensive about it - start a fight; like how dare he assume Nick would do anything without consent. But he could also

just not exert that brain power - preserve what preicous few neurons he has left - use them to focus on not creaming his pants a second time instead.

So he just nods again.

Knives smirks. "𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺," he hums.

And Nick comes.

TBC ASAP 😛

His head goes blank for a second; eyes focused up front - solely on Knives fucking Saverem's face as his vision blurs. Then shutters.

Fuck. Fuck, he'd just 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 to him. To Knives. 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴. Was that cheating? Was any of this cheating? Where did this place him on

the scale of cheater to chetee? How the fuck was he supposed to carry on with this relationship if he was attracted to his lover's brother too-? Shit, he's attracted to his lover's brother?

The image of Knives smirking orbits his head the way stars do a dizzy cartoon

character's.

Nick shivers. That fucking 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. It isn't 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳. It ignites something at the base of his spine; sends warmth shooting up the length of it into his neck. Into his head. Makes his brain fuzzy. And happy.

He groans softly, slumping back into his chair.

𝘠𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

Dammit. Damn all of it.

He refocuses - tries to. As he slowly comes down from his high, he looks up. Checks to see if the twins have bore witness

to any part of his cataclysmic quarter-life crisis; heaves a relieved sigh when he finds them doing anything but.

They aren't paying attention to him anymore. Nick no longer exists.

For the time being, it's just them: Vash & Nai. In their own little bubble. Safe.

Isolated from the world. The way they often are.

They're whispering to one another in that bubble of theirs; Knives' lips in Vash's hair - moving quick. Vash's head tilted against his jaw - nodding.

Their hands move - Knives' shifting up to the cinch of Vash's waist; Vash's

coming to rest over his. The rhythm slowly builds. It accelerates. Louder. Wetter. Sloppier.

Knives is pulling his brother down now - onto his cock. Harder. Faster.

For a second, Nick sees him give in to it - get caught up in it - lost in it.

He sees his eyes rolling shut; sees his teeth sinking into his lip as he smiles unevenly against Vash's nape.

"Fuck–," saliva stretches between his lips in dewy strings as they part. He smiles, open-mouthed. Panting.

"Fuck," he swears again, "always so 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨," he slams in, "pretty on me, angel."

Vash's jaw drops.

His eyes drag up & disappear behind shuttering eyelids.

He's actively bouncing back on his brother's cock now, whispering.

A steady feverish rant of words haphazardly strung together in sentences that barely make any sense: "feels ... alot - so... so much - too much - looks— so nice ... on me, inside… good... like that ... Nai... Nii-." 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵. "Nii-chan... Onii-ch-an-."

"Yeah?" Knives grins leaning in. "You like that?" He whispers. "You like seeing Nii-chan in your pretty pussy? Like feeling me inside, baby?"

"Fu-uck-," Vash's lip slips through his teeth with a wet pop, "-yes.

Fuck yes–," he gasps, halted. "Just— like that-." He whispers. "Just like that, just like that, just like that—."

"𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬, you're so pretty like this-." Knives whispers back - triggers a sound out of Vash; something between a laugh & a moan. Wholly desperate in its pitch.

"So pretty when you're taking it. So pretty when you're losing it- when you're begging for it- when you're-."

Vash grabs his hand; so hard his knuckles blanch; his grip shakes.

He yanks it down; guides it between his legs; to where he's getting fucked; where he needs it most.

"-desperate for it-." Knives continues - fast & feverish. "So pretty when you need it & cry for it & make me do it- 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 me to do it-."

Vash snaps against him, arching; golden hair spilling over his brother's shoulder as his head drops back. "Don't stop-." He breathes

"Keep talking, don't stop-."

"Who's my pretty boy?" Knives obeys, snarling. "Hm?" He slams deep. "Who's Nii-chan's pretty boy?" He rubs his clit.

"Mm'yr-," Vash slurs. His hips shake with pleasure. "... M'yer pretty boy." He pants, saliva dripping off his jaw.

"M'Nai-nii's— pretty... boy-."

"Yeah, you're my pretty boy." Knives chuckles fondly. "You close, pretty boy?"

"I'm— g …," Vash nods. "I'm gon— nna—."

"Yeah?" Knives laughs - breathless & wheezy; voice wrecked & rough - like his throat's ruined. Swollen.

"That was fast."

His voice starts breaking now.

"You like," is eyes flick up, "being watched that much, huh ...?"

Nick somehow manages to divert enough blood out of his cock to go even redder in the face when their eyes meet.

He's there again. At the edge. Straddling the jagged corners of his

third orgasm. Somehow.

He watches now, with a religious, single-minded concentration, at the guy's fingers - how they move; the way they circle around his brother's clit; the way they dip down & trace the tight stretch of his wet cunt around his cock.

He watches the way his

other hand sweeps up; how it presses transiently into the base of Vash's stomach, just above his navel before pulling higher. Higher. Higher; fingers finally coming up around his throat &- 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 -tightening.

Ice begins to creep up beneath his skin; sharp

uncomfortable crystals - piercing. He bites his lip, worried. Starts leaning forward-

"He's fine."

He looks up.

Knives is watching him. "He isn't glass." He says. "He's not as delicate," his fingers dig in, "as you think he is."

Nick grimaces.

"All the tender,

lovey-dovey, soft sex y'all do?" He goes on. "That 'lovemaking' bs? The TLC?" He tilts his head against his brother's. "That doesn't do shit for him. It never has."

He grins wolfishly. "Bunny …," he massages his thumb into Vash's carotid, "likes getting 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥."

He slams into him as he says this; earns himself a flinch from Nick & choked off moan from Vash. "𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 stupid."

"Kni-," Nick starts.

"Ain't that right," Knives keeps his eyes on him as he turns into his brother, "...Bunny?"

Nick stills.

"Look." He

presses his lips into his brother's earring as he continues. "Look at him, Vash. He's so worried about you." His ice blues have yet to drift away. He's still watching him - Nick. "... That pretty boyfriend of yours."

Nick swallows; presses his thighs together.

"Tell him."

Knives smiles, knowing. "Tell him how Nii-chan's cock feels in your pussy-," Nick squeezes his thighs together tighter. "How my hands feel around your throat - tell him."

"Good," Vash whispers immediately - not an inkling of actual, sane thought behind his words. "Good, good,"

he just murmurs, "so 𝘴𝘰 good."

"𝘏𝘪𝘮." Knives squishes his cheeks, turning Vash down to face Nick. "Tell 𝘩𝘪𝘮."

And Nick— Nick should probably - 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 - be jealous at this point - angry. Furious even.

That's 𝘩𝘪𝘴 boyfriend - the love of his life

- mumbling about how much better his brother is at rearranging his guts. To his face, at that. But–

It's 𝘩𝘰𝘵. It is so 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 hot. Like watching personalized porn exclusively starring the love of his life. With his brother. Who Nick also apparently likes.

TBC ASAP 😛

"He gets …"

Nick turns.

"—Super wet," Knives continues, "... when he's about to come."

He's pulling back; sinking behind Vash - lips to his skin, paving a path: down the curve of his nape - deep into his spine.

"Speed everything up," his bites into the hem of his hoodie,

"When you feel it." He pulls lower - drags the sweater down with his teeth.

"Whatever you're doing inside him." - It slips - "outside too."

The sweater settles low - comes down around Vash's shoulders & bunches up at his elbows.

"Doesn't take long after that." Knives

goes on. "His heart—," his voice comes through muffled; softened by the wet fabric in his mouth.

"–It beats faster."

"You can feel it …," he rolls his fingers into Vash's carotid, "... here." His hand drops away - strokes down - though the hollow of his brother's clavicle

onto his chest. "... Here."

He traces lower. Lower still. Nick watches him hook a finger over the sweater's zipper when he gets to it & drag down through its metal track.

"In-," he palms across the lower half of Vash's stomach, "-here." He slams deep.

Vash chokes. His fingers

splay out & strain apart.

"He'll start," the unzipped sweater parts; falls open over his chest.

"Clenching on you–," Knives continues, "in time… with his heartbeat–."

"Again ... and again." The hand with which he's working his brother's clit dips.

"Faster…," his fingers

tracing—, "and faster–," - rubbing the stretched rim of Vash's cunt as he fucks into it. Hard & fast.

"Start–," his other hand comes sliding even lower. "... Giving him-," he's down over Vash's navel when he stops - right between the arcs of his hip bones.

"Some counterpressure

right— 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦," he pushes the heel of his palm down; presses it 𝘪𝘯.

Vash's hips twitch. "Nai, w-!" His voice goes high. "Wait- oh my God-," he gasps. "I'm gonna-," he squirms, frantic. "𝘕𝘢𝘪-!"

"It squeezes everything together–," Knives' smile is 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺. "Crams it

all together." Nick can 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 it; doesn't even need to see it. "– Makes everything nice & 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 inside."

He grinds the heel of his other palm back into his brother's clit now. "—Makes him feel everything that much more."

He's come back up again; forehead pressed to

Vash's throat just behind the flutter of his pulse.

"In a minute or two-," he breathes against it, "…you'll feel him getting there."

"Feel him-," he pants, "... stop clenching–," his jaw drops, "–and start- tightening up–," he says, "without relaxing anymore."

Vash grabs his

wrists.

"Tighter—," Knives murmurs, breath hitching with each thrust, "— & tighter–."

"𝘕𝘢𝘪𝘪-𝘪–."

"And then—," the very edge of Knives' lips twitch up.

"Come on–," his jaw clamps shut. "Come on," he grits outs. "Come on, come on, Bunny– come for me–," he hisses through

his teeth, "come for us— ."

Vash suddenly goes quiet; stops breathing.

Knives' own breath catches an instant later. He stills on a thrust.

"Oh–-." He laughs. Then groans, "God–." His hips stutter forward, slowly resuming, "... 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬–."

"Oh my G—," wetness spills between Vash's thighs. "𝘎—," he gasps - lips parted, lashes fluttering, "𝘎𝘰-𝘥—."

When he comes 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 - when he has a 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳 orgasm - warmth & wetness spill between his thighs.

Nick makes a note of it. Syrupy, milk white. He makes

note of the way it slowly runs down; of the way it drips across his brother's cock - coats it in a glistening sheen; the way it slicks down his thighs, pools at his knees, & soaks into the sheets.

He makes note of the way Vash's eyes roll when he comes; of the way he goes

cross-eyed & open-mouthed; the way he smiles - the sheer deliriousness of it; and the steady drip-drip of overwhelmed tears & saliva off his jaw.

He makes note of the little shivers. The little shakes. The tremors that radiate all the way into his white-knuckled fingers and

curling toes.

He makes note of the little wrinkle in his right brow - the way it deepens, little by little, with each orgasmic wave.

He makes note of his spine, the way it snaps into an arch; the way it strains; tightening & loosening with each roll of his hips.

He makes note of his thighs, the way they tremble when he tries to shut them.

His hand, the way it now cradles his brother's - the one pressed low against his abdomen; oddly intimate. Sweet.

His stomach, the way it tenses & relaxes; tenses & relaxes.

His lip, the way it blanches beneath his bite.

His voice, the "𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩-𝘢𝘩," - the way it breaks. Cracks; finally surging through his swollen lips in a breathless, delighted laugh.

And 𝘏𝘪𝘮.

The way he 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴. And comes 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. And 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴.

So beautifully, blindingly 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

Nick makes note of it all & commits it to memory; carves it all into place. Immortalizes it. Makes it so that he'll never forget what it looks like: his boyfriend satisfied. Properly & completely satisfied.

"... nt just stop. Fuck him through it," Knives' voice filters in from somewhere - muffled & distant; like he's speaking through water.

"... Gentler this time." - It echoes in Nick's head; bounces around in his skull, through his thoughts. "Slower."

He looks over.

"Much slower." Knives' forehead is down on Vash's shoulder again.

His artfully styled mess of white blond has fallen out of its gel hold. Disintegrated completely.

It's spilling now. Spilling over his brother's shoulder. Longer, softer, messier.

More disorganized than he would ever permit in public; more 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 - than Nick has ever seen.

TBC ASAP 😛

It tumbles into his fair blues when he raises his head - ups the attraction factor tenfold.

Nick stills when those eyes catch his through that tangled mess. For an instant, nothing happens. They stare at one another - equally blank.

Then Knives' arms are shifting. He pulls

back; lets his brother drop - slots his fingers into the bruising remnants of the grip he'd had on his hips earlier.

In his hands, Vash is liquid sunshine again. Boneless & lax. A glorious golden that drips; melts luxuriously; & spills through Knives' tightening fingers.

"𝘕𝘢𝘪 …," he whispers as he collapses into the sheets.

Knives pulls a hand off his hip.

"Keep going." He brings it in - smoothes his knuckles down the slope of Vash's spine.

"Overstimulate him in the end." He slides up over his nape, fingers curling slowly as he threads

them through gold-spun curls. "It works wonders."

"But he-."

"He likes it." Knives cuts him off. "Trust me."

He leans in - traces down the same slope with his lips this time. "He'll let you know," he murmurs, "if he doesn't."

"... Right," he buries his face in his brother's

hair now - fists it tighter. "... 𝘉𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺?"

"Mmh-," Vash sighs. The blanket ruches up around his knees as he slowly pushes them apart. Its stitches pop in his fingers as he clutches it tight.

As Knives picks the pace back up, he sinks deeper into the mattress; deeper

into his arch; deeper into euphoric delirium.

The build-up is faster this time. Messier. Not as deliberate, not as calculated.

It's moving away from Knives' precise art of pleasure; becoming wild & primal. Desperate. So 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 desperate.

Within minutes, what little

pacing he has falls apart into a rhythmless beat. Something raw takes over. Something pure. Carnal.

"Where–," his voice is soft this time. Low & rough. Beautifully broken. "... Do you— want it...?"

Vash mutters something into the bedding.

"𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, Vash. Use your words."

"... Pus—sy," Vash's eyelids shutter as he opens them. Frosty blues roll beneath them. "–-Want it— in my— pussy …," - his gasps cut short with each thrust.

"Yeah …?" Knives groans. "Wanna' make me a baby, sweetheart ...?"

Vash spasms. His next gasp peters off into a moan.

𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, Nick realizes, watching him. All this time - he's been coming.

The hazy eyes; still misted over & unfocused; still wet. The lip bitten, so long & so hard, it's split. And bled. And spilled into the sheets - pooled with his saliva. The slick between

his thighs - still fresh; still running. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨.

Again & again.

His brother's kept him high on pleasure - stringing together orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Like pearls on silk.

Vash hasn't plunged into that soft, cloudy post-coital lull because

Knives hasn't let him. Not yet. He really 𝘪𝘴 good in bed, this attractive bastard–

Nick quickly stomps out that little flare of jealousy. He mutes it; puts it out of mind for the time being - opts to distract himself with the sights & sounds again.

Knives is unraveling.

Fast.

His breaths are broken. They come out harsh - a staccato series of forced gasps.

He's released Vash's hair to grab the comforter instead - fists so tight in the fabric, it begins to shear apart.

Faster, he goes. Pounding 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱. Faster & faster. Quicker & wetter and

messier & louder & harder and- and—-

Nick looks down.

"𝘍𝘧-𝘧𝘶-𝙘𝙠𝙠-." Knives slams to a halt.

Vash's eyes widen.

"Ohmyg-," his jaw drops a moment later. "Ah …," his toes slowly curl. "Ahh–," his eyes slowly fall shut. "Nnn-," his voice shakes, "-aii-."

His brother

pushes into his nape, moaning softly.

"Vash-," he pulls out & slams back in another time - holds there for another pulse of his orgasm before pulling out & doing it again. And again.

"𝘝𝘢𝘴𝘩-," - it's a prayer, the way he says it - like a blessing. Reverent. "-Vash-."

And 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘧𝘶𝘭. Nothing like Nick's ever heard before- "Vash-."

Vash slowly lifts a hand. "Nai ...," he whispers back as he pushes it up into his brother's tousled locks; massages slowly - indulgently; pulling them apart - into an even bigger mess.

"Nai-," he keeps

murmuring as his brother finishes. "Nai, Nai, Nai, oh my God- 𝘕𝘢𝘪-!" And then finally. "... Sprin–," he breathes, "–kles …". He sinks into the mattress, shivering. "... Sprinkles."

The effect is immediate.

Knives is already pushing himself back up on his palms & pulling out

before Vash even finishes speaking.

In another few seconds, he's reaching around to catch him before his knees give out completely. And then he's turning him - carefully lowering him down into the mattress.

He leans in after him; brings their foreheads together, the tips of

their nose, just a hair's breadth between their lips.

For seconds - moments - minutes they lie there like that, catching their breaths; watching each other.

They're back in their opalescent little bubble again. Behind that transparent wall- the one others can see through, even

𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 through, but never hope to pass. Ever.

So Nick watches from beyond it, the way he always has. He watches Vash shift after some time; watches him make the first move - bring his knees up around his brother.

"... Okay?" Knives asks as he reaches up for him next. "Vash?"

Vash pulls his legs up higher. He wraps them around him - squeezing once before he rubs his thighs down his sides, long legs drawing through the center of his brother's back.

He smiles. "Nai ...," he hums back. His fingers trace the sharp cut of his jaw; curling eventually, to

cradle his face.

"Vash." Knives' voice goes wonky as his brother squishes in, playfully plumping up his cheeks.

"𝘝𝘢-."

" 'M' 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, Nai." Vash releases his cheeks to loop an arm around his neck.

"I'm fine." He pulls him closer. "𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺." He seals the last

little inch of space between them with a kiss.

Like this, Nick sees every last one of their reflections clearly: golds & blues, lash for lash, eye for an eye, beauty mark to beauty mark, the identical curve of both their cheeks & kiss-swollen lips.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

It corrupts the image they cut together even further. Makes it oh so very, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, but in the singular most thrilling way. Nick would be outright lying if he said the entire thing weren't a

massive turn-on. Twins, apparently, do it for him.

The realization cements into place when they break their kiss - and then their bubble.

He warms as they turn to him.

"What." He mumbles, guilty for reasons he's very actively trying to ignore. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵, dammit."

Vash just smiles, adoring.

Above him, Knives pushes back up onto his knees, readjusting his pants as he tucks himself back in.

"So?"

Nick looks up at him.

He tosses his wet bangs out his face with a jerk of the head; then rakes them back into place with fingers that

disappear into his stormy golden waves.

Nick shivers.

"Learn anything useful," he grins, fully aware of what he's doing, "... 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬?"

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Friday, that same week, Knives returns late to the tell-tale knock of wood on wall and

his brother screaming his boyfriend's name.

He whistles. "𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘺."

Even later, he & Nick run into one another in the kitchen, hunting down a midnight snack.

For a second, they stare at each other. Blank. Then Nick opens his mouth–.

"You're welcome." Knives cuts him

off, talking around a fork, lips stretching into the absolute cockiest fucking smirk.

"Oh my God, 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘵, dipshit." Nick groans.

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                              𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕟𝕕
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𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕤 𝟙: 𝕂𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕

"... He was thirsting 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘭𝘭 over you last night." A hum. "Pretty sure he came like– a 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 of times watching you."

A laugh. "No shit?"

"You should fuck him," a murmurs, "and let me watch next time." Fingers sink into Nick's hair

- massage up across his scalp.

"Sure, Bunny." - A kiss -. "There's enough of me to go around - only fair he gets a piece of all this too, right-?"

A slap. "𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘩 a fuckboy, oh my God. This is why no one likes you."

"You two like me-."

"Fuck 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘧𝘧, Nai."

Nick thinks

he's dreamt up the entire exchange until Knives, does in fact, rail his brains out to Nirvana & back in front of Vash that very weekend.

It's fucking 𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦.

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𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕤 𝟚: 𝕊𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕝𝕖𝕤

"Your safe word is your favorite bakery?"

"Leave me the fuck alone, Wolfwo-."

"So like," Nick bulldozes on. "Have you ever gotten wet at the bakery–?"

"𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬." Vash slams a pillow into his face. "Off. I said."

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𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕤 𝟛: 𝔹𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪

"Why 'Bunny'?"

"Why 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?" - he's stalling, Vash. He knows it. Everyone in the kitchen knows it. God probably knows it.

So Nick cocks a brow at him & waits.

Vash busies himself, tapping

around his laptop; clicking, typing, reading - like if he ignores him for long enough, this will all go away–.

"The 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, Spikes." Nick kicks him under the table. "Why does he call you Bunny?"

"I don't-," Vash slams a foot back into Nick's shin, "𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, okay?!"

He snaps, entirely too defensive for what should've been a basic question. "I had a favorite pet rabbit when I was kid, I guess? I dunno' –."

Knives snorts.

Nick glances back. "No?" He guesses.

"𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭 no." Knives grins.

Vash narrows his eyes at him. "... Don't."

Nick turns back to him. "Don't what-?"

The floorboards behind him creak.

"𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵." Vash snaps again. "Nai seriously, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵."

Nick tilts as Knives comes up behind him - leans in - pushes into his hair, lips right up against his ear.

"Knives-?"

"He started this entire thing." He whispers. "He," one of his palms slips down & over Nick's thigh - dips between them, "came onto me," Nick feels his lips curving up, "... 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨."

"I wasn't begging."

"No, you were just asking me to fuck you for 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴," Nick looks

up as Knives' straightens - chin settling into his hair now, arms dropping onto his shoulders. "Then you– what was it?"

Nick sees him tilt in one of the mirrors of the china cabinet across from them.

"Oh yes–," he tilts back. "Fucking 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 me when I wouldn't."

Nick wheezes. "What the 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬."

"And then rode me until you came like," there's a laugh, "𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 times, was it–?"

Vash flings his trig book at his face. "You were fucking," he throws his notebook next, "𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵!"

"It was good pussy!" Knives dodges a pencil case now,

laughing. "What wasn't there to like?"

"Stop it!" Vash yells at him, frustrated. "You're going to give Nico the wrong idea!"

"What - the truth?"

"You fucking 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 I put something in your drink that night-!"

"I might've not."

"But you fucking did! And you fucking

𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 it! You just wanted an excuse so I gave you one!"

"Oh, 𝘐 wanted the excuse? 𝘔𝘦 - the guy you were begging for–?"

"I WASN'T BEG–!"

"𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺." Nick snatches the plastic cup Vash had just launched at Knives. "Okay, Jesus 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 Christ." He sets it down on

the table loudly. "How exactly does any of this explain 'Bunny'?"

"Because."

Nick turns up.

"He's the one with the libido." Knives grins at his brother. "I'm just his favorite toy."

"Oh my fucking God." Vash throws up his arms. "Oh my 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 God." He storms off.

"Ever hear the phrase, '𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴'?" Knives goes on, wholly unfazed.

"Yea–... oh." Nick puts it together entirely too late - only as they're watching Vash stomp away. "𝘖𝘩𝘩𝘩𝘩𝘩𝘩."

He's 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 to it - sex.

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