Loki + Nix
Ah yes, more random bits of my own creations. This a bit on my lovely twins, Loki and Nix. They are...villains, I suppose you could say.
Some brief character info before the story bits. There are 6 'siblings'. Mot being the eldest at 25 years old and he's kind of the boss. Morana is second oldest at 24 years, and could be like a second in command. The twins, Loki and Nix, are next at 21 years with Loki being slightly older, they are more or less just followers I suppose. Then comes Erebus at 20 years, he is also more or less a follower. And lastly Lamia at 17 years, she's the family baby.
They've all been part of genetic experiments since birth. They now work as part of a secret branch in the government as sort of spy/assassins. They each have their own special talents as a result of the experiments. This vaguely outlines the twins, and I'll cover everyone elses later on. Also, take note that the twins are the only ones who are actually blood related.
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Heavy breaths and shuddery sighs intermingled as strong arms cradled a slender figure, and oh how lovely it felt to have that soft body beneath him. Lamia’s thin but strong arms wrapped tightly around his neck, legs wound about his waist as they moved together in a slow, sweat-slicked embrace.
Erebus pulled his face from her soft blonde hair to catch her deep-sea gaze with his own icy blue. Though her frighteningly deep eyes bore the slit pupils of a cat, or perhaps more like a snake, they were just soft enough to take away the otherwise feral look. Now, clouded in ecstasy, they looked even deeper and warmer.
Her warm, yielding lips met his in a heated kiss; parting so he could taste her sweet tongue brush his own. One hand moving to comb through the dark, strawberry-blonde spikes and sweeps of his hair.
Their pace quickened, their holds on each other tightening as their movements came to a shattering climax. Erebus felt Lamia’s name fall from his lips in a low moan that lost itself in her hair. They stayed still for a few moments, holding each other and struggling to breathe again, then Erebus reluctantly rolled away from Lamia. He slid to the edge of the big bed, dropping his face to his hands as a wave of shame washed over him; effectively ending his temporary bliss.
“Aww, Ery, what’s the matter; did I not moan quite right today?” A pair of slender arms came around his waist as a soft body leaned into him, the swell of her breasts pressing against him as her chin came to rest on his shoulder. “Or was I just not quite innocent enough for you this time?”
“Shut up.” Erebus growled under his breath, pulling out of the loose embrace to gather his clothes from the floor.
“That’s not very nice of you to say Ery, why would you be so cruel after this?” The honey-sweet voice couldn’t cover the mocking in those words.
“I said shut it, before I shut it for you.” He refused to look over his shoulder at the bed as he slipped back into his clothes
“I would leave you alone, but this is my room.” A slight giggle sounded behind him.
“I’m aware, now shut up, I’m leaving.” Erebus refused to turn around, though he wanted so much to wring that delicate neck. He tamped down his anger and left the room, slamming the door hard enough for it to bounce back from the door frame and swing partially open again.
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“Oh hello, Ery. You’re looking particularly pissed today.” Loki’s eyes danced with the amused grin that spread over his fine features.
“Fuck off, Loki.” Erebus snapped more harshly now, barely keeping his arm from snapping out to clothesline the smaller male as they passed in the narrow hallway.
Loki simply chuckled as he caught the faint tremor in the muscles of his arm. “I love you too Ery.”
Loki continued down the hall a short distance as slipped into a doorway that had been left standing ajar.
“So it looks as though you’ve gone and pissed dear Erebus off yet again.” Loki smiled, kicking the door shut behind him before crawling onto the naked figure on the bed.
“I can’t help it, he just makes it sooo easy Loki.” came the response, in a low smooth voice, nearly identical to his own.
“I know it’s fun Nix, but you really shouldn’t tease him so much; his temper is nearly as bad as Morana’s and you can’t afford to have you’re lovely face damaged.” Loki combed his fingers through auburn hair as he held the acid-green gaze of his twin.
“Morana doesn’t have a temper, brother, she is just a bitch. Besides, Ery knows better than to hurt me. If her hurts me, he’ll be stuck with you.” Nix nuzzled the hand the was running through his hair.
“That hurt my feelings Nix, are you saying I’m not good enough?” Loki questioned with a pout, though he knew his brother meant no such thing.
“Of course not. He just likes me more because I can be her for him, you can make him believe it’s her, but you waver sometimes.” Nix slid a hand beneath Loki’s shirt to caress the faint ridge of his spine. “He doesn’t like it when partway through your voice breaks into his head, or he remembers you aren’t even a girl. He just likes that I can really be her.”
“Yes…It really is terrible how badly he lusts after little sister. I think this is the only thing to throw him for a loop. He really does hate coming to us you know…”
“Yes, but it’s not our fault little brother’s crush is in love with big brother. And big sister loves him too. They are all so hopeless brother…lucky we aren’t that way.” Nix purred against Loki’s ear, hooking his legs over his brother’s hips.
“We are very lucky.” Loki murmured as Nix’s tongue ghosted over the two thin scars beneath his left eye. They were the only thing that ruined their perfect match; before Morana had lost her temper and clawed him they were indistinguishable from one another.
“Do you want anyone special?” Nix asked, his bright green eyes shifting shades and his hair slowly merging through colors.
“Of course not, you are my special one, brother.” Loki answered, watching as Nix’s face shifted back to his match. He answered this way, because as nonchalant as Nix tried to act, he still became angry at times, angry that few people wanted him. However, Loki would’ve answered this way anyway, for it was the truth. His twin was more to him than anyone else would ever be.
His response was rewarded with a warm smile and wet kiss. Soon slowly seeking hands had his clothes off and he was lost in the pleasure of Nix writhing beneath him. Their pale skin and auburn hair contrasting bright against the black sheets of their bed. Afterwards they lay in a hot tangle of limbs and sheets, clinging tightly to each other. Their hands a knot of pale fingers as they fell asleep curled into each other.
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Alright, in case the twins confused you.
Loki, trickster what he is ^_~, can...mind-hack for lack of a better word. He can manipulate your thoughts and senses so that you see things that aren't real or misinterpret things that are. So he can trick Erebus into thinking he's Lamia. This is why it's no trouble that he is scarred, since his whole power is illusion. Also since he shares a mental connection with Nix he can share images from anothers mind, thus giving Nix info to use in his own ability.
Nix, on the other hand, can actually change his form and voice. So he can more or less become a clone of Lamia. If he is scarred or bruised and such, these marks will still carry over in the shift. That's why if Erebus were to hurt him it would ruin his fantasy and he'd have to resort to Loki.
Loki would be a fine substitue, but it's harder to maintain his illusions when he' s in the throws of ecstasy so occasionally the image wavers or his own voice can be heard. Of course Erebus doesn't like such nasty reminders that his dear Lamia isn't really there.
Anyway....when they say big brother they are refering to Mot, and big sister is Morana. Likewise, little brother is Erebus and little sister is Lamia...makes sense neh? They are the middle children after all. So...Erebus want Lamia, Lamia wants Mot. Morana also wants Mot. Mot doesn't care much but would lean more towards Morana....hence the twin's claim that they are a complicated mess.
Oh dear god...why did I bother writing all that? No one cares ^^ ah well...it's fun fleshing out my babies.