[Fic] Scream Me to Sleep
For dgm_fuh_q sixth round--Jasdevi! (in this Jasdero x Devit)
Not supposed to make sense. This was basically set in the 3 way RP Sam, Meggle, and I were working on, just to make it easier for me to write. No you don't need to know about it for this to be read. Just a random bit of knowledge in case anyone's interested.
Other Characters: Sheryl, Lavi, Tyki, the Earl, Rhode, (implied: Tyki x Lavi, Sheryl x Lavi both non-con)
Rating: High M
It wasn’t exactly something he wanted to admit to-in fact, he was sure neither of them did, when they careened head first into a very clearly cement floor.
“Ouch! What-the heck?!?” But that wasn’t helping matters much. Actually maybe making them worse, but in the long run worse could always get wors-er and in the grand scheme of things that was a very big no no.
No, no, no, no, no.
But the Earl didn’t give a shit. Did he ever? Devit frowned, Jasdero whimpered, --and the door slammed shut, but the one who threw them in there, didn’t.
“Now, now, you two.” It was Rhode-who else?-Devit growled, but she only laughed and stepped towards them, licking her lollipop like it was the best damn thing in the world-“You’ve displeased the Earl, you know? And that’s not a very good thing -especially if you wanna live for very long.”
“Like he’d really kill us.” But Jasdero didn’t sound so sure, not…really…and Devit wasn’t one to exactly disagree-but-
“Oh, you’d be surprised.” Neither liked the look on her face-the grin that stretched from ear to ear, and the way the tongue lapped out along the lollipop-tracing the circular shape and then popping it into her mouth again, then-chomp-swallow-giggle-“He’s done worse.”
“You mean the 14th has?”
Jasdero flinched, Rhodes eyes went cold, “What do you know?”
“Enough. That’s the only Noah he ever killed, isn’t it?”
“You speak out of line.” Devit raised an eyebrow-
“Do I?”
Rhode huffed and turned on her heels, “Yes. You do. You’ll pay for that~”
“Oooh, I’m frightened.”
And a little too suddenly he-wait-what-the-
He was trapped
Against the very same floor he had-been thrown against and-“What--?!?”
“Devit!”
He never got a chance to respond, and quite honestly-maybe he was thankful for it.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*
“How long are you planning on keeping them there, Millennium Earl?” Tyki wondered eyes narrowing in disgust as Rhode pranced through the door, giggling and hanging on his arm like this was some sort of hilarious joke. Which it probably was-to her-it simply made him squeamish.
“For as long as they need~” The Earl replied, smile-smile-and-“They’ll listen to me eventually.”
“But haven’t they already-” Tyki flinched and snapped his mouth shut, at the crack of one of the knitting needles the Earl had been using, “I-sorry, sir.”
“It’s no fault of your own~” Another giggle, “You needn’t worry yourself with such trivial matters. Why not go take a break? I’ll call you if I need you!~”
Tyki was more than happy to, in all honesty. Even if he didn’t-want to say it out loud (or wouldn’t, in any case, lest he be thrown in a similar situation) he knew that maybe just maybe the Earl was on the brink of insanity. Heavily so. It was-unnerving. Yes they all had a bit of insanity in them, it was fun-daring even, to see who won out.
‘They’re only children.’ And they were, unfortunately enough-more than, ‘Can’t he at least hear them speak?’
Even if they had disappeared-even if-
Tyki Mikk made sure to lock his bedroom door that evening. And ignore the screams, they were bad for his health, after all.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*
“Like hell I’m going to-what is that thing?!” Devit squirmed, and Jasdero yelped, squeezing his eyes shut before-attempting to insert it yet again-“’Dero what the fuck are you doing?!”
“S-Sorry Devit…” Jasdero murmured, twisting a bit in his lone spot-they had been chained a while ago, together maybe, but still apart and-“I can’t tell what you’re thinking and-Rh-Rhode told me to.”
“And you’ll just listen to that bitch?”
Jasdero’s eyes flashed, gold and then the familiar color they had once been, long before-when they had been human-Devit almost missed it. Almost. He hissed instead, as lips sewn shut (for laughs-hahah-not so funny anymore--) worked to try and speak-try to and-say, “Because-you’re hurt. You’ve lost too much blood.”
“But I’m a Noah.”
“We’re all Noah.” He looked sad though, blond hair drooping slightly, shifting the object again and-Devit wasn’t even sure what the hell it was supposed to be but-“But that doesn’t mean we can’t die-“ A pause, “Can you even use your legs anymore?”
Devit cast a glance down at his legs, spread eagle some time ago-swathed in mottled bruises that even his ashen skin couldn’t hide-and blood too, and-Jasderos hand was there, in between them trying to-“Yeah I can.” He lied. Maybe, “I was able to use my arm even after that bastard broke it-see?” he held it up to the light, grinning-
“But he didn’t do that to be mean, he did that so we’d learn a lesson.” And there it was, another prod down there and Devit yelped-
“Seriously, what the hell are you doing? What is that thing?”
“Rhode told me to.” Jasdero replied again, simply, “She said it wouldn’t hurt at all-that’d be the exact opposite and I mean-you did this so I wouldn’t get hurt right?”
“Like I’d do something that selfless.” Even though the bruises were considerably fewer, and the gashes and-yeah he looked a little thinner, but it was a fair share, wasn’t it? Devit hissed again, “I-it’s because of my own damned mouth, like I can’t fucking say my own opinions. That bitch. You don’t have to-”
“You were out for three days,” But Jasdero didn’t remove his hand from between his legs, with the object that felt too hard, and too cold to be anything less than painful, “I was waiting for you to wake up-for three days. Even Tyki came by -y’know how he’s been avoiding us lately? They say he has a guest now. Won’t say who it is though.” Jasdero swallowed, “But he came by-to help-clean your wounds, cuz no one else’d do it, and he hadn’t seen us in a while.”
“He’s been pretty good at the avoiding game.” Devit spat, voice shaking, when he felt that thing shift again inside him-and then Jasdero made a pleased sound, “Wha--!”
“It’s in all the way.” Jasdero hummed, cutting off whatever he had been about to say, “Tha’s how far she said ta stick it in. Any more and we wouldn’t be able ta get it out, y’know?”
No, no, Devit didn’t know-“and the point,” he winced a little, “Of it-is?”
“To make you feel good. She said it would.”
“Like sticking something up my ass’ll make me feel any better.”
“But it will-I promise! I wouldn’t’ve taken it if-”
Devit rolled his eyes, “Y’honestly think she was tellin’ tha tru-” Not that he got that far, before the hand was down there again, but not touching him anymore, more like touching the thing inside him and-
Devit yelped again-this time a different kind of yelp, when the distinct sound of a button clicking could be heard-along with vi-brations.
Which so happened to be inside him. Lovely. Grand. Lovely-
Devit tilted his head back and gasped-“What?!” Another click, his eyes narrowed, the vibrations got faster-it-it-hurt dammit-sort of, maybe-“What the-what is this?!”
“Am I not doing it right? Rhode just said I had to stick it in.”
“Yeah you did but-” Another click, faster, Devit cringed, “Doesn’t feel good!”
“Th-Then what should I do?!”
“Take it out dammit! If you want me to damn feel good then you could do something else y’know!” The clicking stopped, a hand fumbled and Devit-well-
That was awkward.
“Wh-what can I do then?”
Devit frowned, “Don’t listen to Rhode again?”
“But-”
“She doesn’t know what she’s doing anyway.”
“But-”
“But-nothing, don’t make that face.” But Jasdero was still making it, and Devit growled, because hey-he was half naked, whoop-di-doo, and apparently been out for three days and-“Where’re my pants?”
Jasdero pointed over in the corner, “Um-I took ‘em off so you could be -cleaned-y-your wounds…I mean, heee,”
“Yeah, yeah,” Devit waved, “If you wanna make me happy then you’d give me them, got it?”
Jasdero nodded his head and tripped his way to the very same corner and grabbed them. Whispering, only softly, when he came back and hovered over those same recently injured legs-the cuts were bleeding again and-not healing and-“But…I want to make you feel good.”
Devit shook his head, “Just shut up and gimme my pants.”
Jasdero did.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*
It wasn’t until the fifth try that they knew they wouldn’t get out-the fifth visit from the Earl-their claims of What the Hell? And I don’t know falling on too deaf ears and-
Even Devit couldn’t keep Jasdero too safe anymore.
“You idiot.” He seethed when the door slammed shut, sporting bound wrists, and a broken ankle, a few broken ribs and a few more gash wounds-all of which nearly hindered his movement to crawl towards Jasdero, hanging limply by his broken wrist-bound to one of the legs of the ill-made bed off in the corner. They barely slept in it now, it was so grimy.
“D-Devi--?”
“Yeah it’s me.” He had made it, somehow, hissing at the trail of blood, “shit-didn’t I say for you to keep your damn mouth shut?” The blond hair shifted, fell over Jasdero’s eyes as he attempted to lift his head, “idiot don’t move either, you’ll just make it worse!”
“But what about you?” Devit blinked, Jasdero frowned a little, then tried to smile, “Heee, it’s jus’-I deserve it.”
“No you don’t.”
“You don’t either.”
They stared at each other for a moment, in silence.
Because it just-was, wasn’t it?
*-*-*-*-*-*-*
It was when the head of familiar red popped in that both of them knew that their chances of getting out had just gotten better. Neither had been too surprised (not that they had that much energy to spare to begin with) because, after all, hadn’t Rhode mentioned multiple times about a new toy? Hadn’t Sheryl? Hadn’t Tyki even acquiesced to the fact after too many sources said yes rather than no?
They hadn’t pretended to care much, but from the similar state the other was in-dark rings under his eye, paler than they had seen him before-he wasn’t that much better was he?
It wasn’t like they saw very much of him anyway. He had only peered in shortly after Sheryl had given them food, before being dragged away again-manhandled and agreeing to it.
“De-vit?” and the leaning head of blond on Devit’s shoulder, shifted just a little closer. Devit didn’t have the care in mind to push him away, he only groaned in response-“De-vit-what do you think they do to him?”
“Why should I care?” Well okay, he could say-at least-something, couldn’t he?
“Isn’t he like us then?”
“We’re prisoners in our own home.” He rolled his eyes, staring up at the ceiling he had gotten-used to, at least. It wasn’t so dark anymore.
“But he’s a prisoner too. He’s sad.” Devit jolted when he felt one of Jasdero’s hands-cold and clammy-rest against his cheek-“Don’t you think so?” and Jasdero was there, barely healed wrist, fresh flesh wounds from self infliction maybe, Devit knew he felt guilty-knew he did.
“Your point?” He couldn’t quite meet him in the eye.
Jasdero frowned, “We need to help him get out.”
Devit blinked, stared, glowered, “Like hell we’re going to do that when we’re even more stuck than he is. Tyki’ll let him go after a while.”
That didn’t deter him though, no, and Devit felt his blood run cold at the next words that slipped out, “Not until he’s broken.” And a forehead pressed against his for half a second, then lips, sewn shut, pressing against his, “Not until he’s like us.”
Devit never asked why he cared so much. He didn’t have it in him, he just wondered-How the hell can he kiss with his mouth sewn shut?
Well. He was, so it didn’t quite matter.
So it was of little consequence when those hands were at the hem of his pants, begging-pleading, almost, saying “I’ll make you feel good” more than words could.
“I’ll make you feel good for all the pain.”
“For protecting me.”
And a hand-brushing over him-it was sick, wasn’t it? Him-liking it-when that hand wrapped around him and he was too tired to care, too tired to refrain-only giving out the barest whisper of-
“Just don’t stick anything in me this time.” Because he didn’t trust Rhode’s antics or anything she thought felt remotely good, because it didn’t. Not even once. Not that they did that more than once, but.
“Mmkay,” He barely heard the reply, when the lips were back, and the thread pressed against his lips-and-well, it felt odd.
Very odd. Not bad, odd, but he almost wondered when that had happened; whose idea of a sick joke it had been all those years ago, he could barely remember it now. They had just been kids-it was before the Noah, because of the Noah, there thrumming in the back of his mind-and the hand too-was still there.
There stroking, and more shifting of pants, too tight for their own good-hadn’t the Earl said they were going to get a change of clothes?
Were they?
He couldn’t remember that either, as he slid down further against the wall, Jasdero still on top, humming, and shifting-and suddenly not there and he was too tired to move his head to look but-
“Wha--?!”
“Nnck!”
“Oi-hey-stop!”
“But-”
Devit shoved away-hands, bruised, cuts, and Jasdero was sitting, pants by his feet, eyes wide, because-he had tried to-“No. Put-them back-on.” Because they-couldn’t, “I said-”
“But I wasn’t. I was-”
“I-don’t care.”
“But you just said.”
Devit spat, Jasdero flinched, “Forget it.”
It was only a little more insanity, wasn’t it? Only a little bit more to deal with, to make his mind break a little more-because-that’s what the Earl wanted, wasn’t it? He frowned, stiff, and Jasdero wasn’t moving, wasn’t doing as he was told but then-did he have the right to?
Closer, Closer, Closer
You’re the Twins. You’re our bond. If you break we all will die.
He squeezed his eyes shut when Jasdero moved forward again, slower this time, swallowing-nervous because he had said-and then he didn’t say and-he needed to make up his mind, didn’t he? Maybe that would be nice for once.
They used to be so certain. They were the bond-they were twins, they kept everyone linked. But they were stupid. Naïve. Hey hadn’t noticed the 14th until it was too late-the boy was still free.
They hadn’t noticed the redhead either, but that was of natural consequence, and fuzzy memories. Had nothing to do with anything really, and now Jasdero was close again-they were sharing breath like thoughts-a mutual agreement because they both needed it to function. They both did, so-when he felt those lips, the thread connecting them, again, he didn’t jerk away at what that meant. What he had felt before because it was odd.
But then they were oddities weren’t they?
Then Jasdero was pulling away, whispering, “I-didn’t mean-I’d-stick anything in you. Heee, I was actually think you could-me-or if-not then…”
Devit grimaced, “That would hurt. Idiot.” A pause, “Why the hell would-did Rhode give you more ideas?”
A shake of the head.
“Then who-”
“Lavi limps a lot.”
“…Tyki?” A shake of the head, “Then--”
“Sheryl.”
Ah.
“What?!” But he didn’t push away, not really because, “Fuck that man is-a creep. He’s even worse than Rhode.” Jasdero wasn’t moving, though; he was shifting a little, in his lap, watching him. “What did he tell you?”
“That it might feel good for you to be in me.”
“Again why the hell would you want that? It’ll hurt you just as much as it-”
“Don’t care.”
“Yeah but do you honestly think-” Not that he could say much else, because those lips were back, and grinding, and he hated the fact he was waking up, but-at least he was next to him now, sort of. Hand replacing body to grip down there again, with hilarious jerks of clumsy fingers. Devit moaned, but only a little. It was all that he’d allow himself, when those lips were gone, and that head was lowering and-
“What are you -”
“Sheryl said I shouldn’t take you dry.” Matter-of-fact and precise, “Hee~ so I won’t. I won’t.”
And then that mouth was otherwise occupied in a way Devit really, really, really didn’t want to think about. Not now. Not ever-not even the mechanics because dammit-those lips were sewn shut! He had seen them, they couldn’t move that much and yet-and yet-
Well. They were.
They were-they were-and-
Our brother’s Bond. Our Brother’s Bond. Together as you should be. But you denied us all, and caused our fall.
Our brothers Bond won’t be.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*
It was in a hilarious turn that the Earl changed his mind. Maniacal laughter never quite cut it, but neither did the sobs-did they-when they were pressed to too chubby arms and knew just as well that they would break whatever promise they decided to keep.
Brother’s Bond they might be, but-
“I’m so glad you finally listened!~”
But Brother’s Bond needed rest.
They simply nodded their heads though, to the grin-that-was-a-smile, to the knowing look Sheryl shot them as the Earl ushered them forward. To be cleansed of all their sins which-really-weren’t-
And a song, hummed by Rhode that they both tried to forget.
Not supposed to make sense. This was basically set in the 3 way RP Sam, Meggle, and I were working on, just to make it easier for me to write. No you don't need to know about it for this to be read. Just a random bit of knowledge in case anyone's interested.
Other Characters: Sheryl, Lavi, Tyki, the Earl, Rhode, (implied: Tyki x Lavi, Sheryl x Lavi both non-con)
Rating: High M
It wasn’t exactly something he wanted to admit to-in fact, he was sure neither of them did, when they careened head first into a very clearly cement floor.
“Ouch! What-the heck?!?” But that wasn’t helping matters much. Actually maybe making them worse, but in the long run worse could always get wors-er and in the grand scheme of things that was a very big no no.
No, no, no, no, no.
But the Earl didn’t give a shit. Did he ever? Devit frowned, Jasdero whimpered, --and the door slammed shut, but the one who threw them in there, didn’t.
“Now, now, you two.” It was Rhode-who else?-Devit growled, but she only laughed and stepped towards them, licking her lollipop like it was the best damn thing in the world-“You’ve displeased the Earl, you know? And that’s not a very good thing -especially if you wanna live for very long.”
“Like he’d really kill us.” But Jasdero didn’t sound so sure, not…really…and Devit wasn’t one to exactly disagree-but-
“Oh, you’d be surprised.” Neither liked the look on her face-the grin that stretched from ear to ear, and the way the tongue lapped out along the lollipop-tracing the circular shape and then popping it into her mouth again, then-chomp-swallow-giggle-“He’s done worse.”
“You mean the 14th has?”
Jasdero flinched, Rhodes eyes went cold, “What do you know?”
“Enough. That’s the only Noah he ever killed, isn’t it?”
“You speak out of line.” Devit raised an eyebrow-
“Do I?”
Rhode huffed and turned on her heels, “Yes. You do. You’ll pay for that~”
“Oooh, I’m frightened.”
And a little too suddenly he-wait-what-the-
He was trapped
Against the very same floor he had-been thrown against and-“What--?!?”
“Devit!”
He never got a chance to respond, and quite honestly-maybe he was thankful for it.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*
“How long are you planning on keeping them there, Millennium Earl?” Tyki wondered eyes narrowing in disgust as Rhode pranced through the door, giggling and hanging on his arm like this was some sort of hilarious joke. Which it probably was-to her-it simply made him squeamish.
“For as long as they need~” The Earl replied, smile-smile-and-“They’ll listen to me eventually.”
“But haven’t they already-” Tyki flinched and snapped his mouth shut, at the crack of one of the knitting needles the Earl had been using, “I-sorry, sir.”
“It’s no fault of your own~” Another giggle, “You needn’t worry yourself with such trivial matters. Why not go take a break? I’ll call you if I need you!~”
Tyki was more than happy to, in all honesty. Even if he didn’t-want to say it out loud (or wouldn’t, in any case, lest he be thrown in a similar situation) he knew that maybe just maybe the Earl was on the brink of insanity. Heavily so. It was-unnerving. Yes they all had a bit of insanity in them, it was fun-daring even, to see who won out.
‘They’re only children.’ And they were, unfortunately enough-more than, ‘Can’t he at least hear them speak?’
Even if they had disappeared-even if-
Tyki Mikk made sure to lock his bedroom door that evening. And ignore the screams, they were bad for his health, after all.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*
“Like hell I’m going to-what is that thing?!” Devit squirmed, and Jasdero yelped, squeezing his eyes shut before-attempting to insert it yet again-“’Dero what the fuck are you doing?!”
“S-Sorry Devit…” Jasdero murmured, twisting a bit in his lone spot-they had been chained a while ago, together maybe, but still apart and-“I can’t tell what you’re thinking and-Rh-Rhode told me to.”
“And you’ll just listen to that bitch?”
Jasdero’s eyes flashed, gold and then the familiar color they had once been, long before-when they had been human-Devit almost missed it. Almost. He hissed instead, as lips sewn shut (for laughs-hahah-not so funny anymore--) worked to try and speak-try to and-say, “Because-you’re hurt. You’ve lost too much blood.”
“But I’m a Noah.”
“We’re all Noah.” He looked sad though, blond hair drooping slightly, shifting the object again and-Devit wasn’t even sure what the hell it was supposed to be but-“But that doesn’t mean we can’t die-“ A pause, “Can you even use your legs anymore?”
Devit cast a glance down at his legs, spread eagle some time ago-swathed in mottled bruises that even his ashen skin couldn’t hide-and blood too, and-Jasderos hand was there, in between them trying to-“Yeah I can.” He lied. Maybe, “I was able to use my arm even after that bastard broke it-see?” he held it up to the light, grinning-
“But he didn’t do that to be mean, he did that so we’d learn a lesson.” And there it was, another prod down there and Devit yelped-
“Seriously, what the hell are you doing? What is that thing?”
“Rhode told me to.” Jasdero replied again, simply, “She said it wouldn’t hurt at all-that’d be the exact opposite and I mean-you did this so I wouldn’t get hurt right?”
“Like I’d do something that selfless.” Even though the bruises were considerably fewer, and the gashes and-yeah he looked a little thinner, but it was a fair share, wasn’t it? Devit hissed again, “I-it’s because of my own damned mouth, like I can’t fucking say my own opinions. That bitch. You don’t have to-”
“You were out for three days,” But Jasdero didn’t remove his hand from between his legs, with the object that felt too hard, and too cold to be anything less than painful, “I was waiting for you to wake up-for three days. Even Tyki came by -y’know how he’s been avoiding us lately? They say he has a guest now. Won’t say who it is though.” Jasdero swallowed, “But he came by-to help-clean your wounds, cuz no one else’d do it, and he hadn’t seen us in a while.”
“He’s been pretty good at the avoiding game.” Devit spat, voice shaking, when he felt that thing shift again inside him-and then Jasdero made a pleased sound, “Wha--!”
“It’s in all the way.” Jasdero hummed, cutting off whatever he had been about to say, “Tha’s how far she said ta stick it in. Any more and we wouldn’t be able ta get it out, y’know?”
No, no, Devit didn’t know-“and the point,” he winced a little, “Of it-is?”
“To make you feel good. She said it would.”
“Like sticking something up my ass’ll make me feel any better.”
“But it will-I promise! I wouldn’t’ve taken it if-”
Devit rolled his eyes, “Y’honestly think she was tellin’ tha tru-” Not that he got that far, before the hand was down there again, but not touching him anymore, more like touching the thing inside him and-
Devit yelped again-this time a different kind of yelp, when the distinct sound of a button clicking could be heard-along with vi-brations.
Which so happened to be inside him. Lovely. Grand. Lovely-
Devit tilted his head back and gasped-“What?!” Another click, his eyes narrowed, the vibrations got faster-it-it-hurt dammit-sort of, maybe-“What the-what is this?!”
“Am I not doing it right? Rhode just said I had to stick it in.”
“Yeah you did but-” Another click, faster, Devit cringed, “Doesn’t feel good!”
“Th-Then what should I do?!”
“Take it out dammit! If you want me to damn feel good then you could do something else y’know!” The clicking stopped, a hand fumbled and Devit-well-
That was awkward.
“Wh-what can I do then?”
Devit frowned, “Don’t listen to Rhode again?”
“But-”
“She doesn’t know what she’s doing anyway.”
“But-”
“But-nothing, don’t make that face.” But Jasdero was still making it, and Devit growled, because hey-he was half naked, whoop-di-doo, and apparently been out for three days and-“Where’re my pants?”
Jasdero pointed over in the corner, “Um-I took ‘em off so you could be -cleaned-y-your wounds…I mean, heee,”
“Yeah, yeah,” Devit waved, “If you wanna make me happy then you’d give me them, got it?”
Jasdero nodded his head and tripped his way to the very same corner and grabbed them. Whispering, only softly, when he came back and hovered over those same recently injured legs-the cuts were bleeding again and-not healing and-“But…I want to make you feel good.”
Devit shook his head, “Just shut up and gimme my pants.”
Jasdero did.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*
It wasn’t until the fifth try that they knew they wouldn’t get out-the fifth visit from the Earl-their claims of What the Hell? And I don’t know falling on too deaf ears and-
Even Devit couldn’t keep Jasdero too safe anymore.
“You idiot.” He seethed when the door slammed shut, sporting bound wrists, and a broken ankle, a few broken ribs and a few more gash wounds-all of which nearly hindered his movement to crawl towards Jasdero, hanging limply by his broken wrist-bound to one of the legs of the ill-made bed off in the corner. They barely slept in it now, it was so grimy.
“D-Devi--?”
“Yeah it’s me.” He had made it, somehow, hissing at the trail of blood, “shit-didn’t I say for you to keep your damn mouth shut?” The blond hair shifted, fell over Jasdero’s eyes as he attempted to lift his head, “idiot don’t move either, you’ll just make it worse!”
“But what about you?” Devit blinked, Jasdero frowned a little, then tried to smile, “Heee, it’s jus’-I deserve it.”
“No you don’t.”
“You don’t either.”
They stared at each other for a moment, in silence.
Because it just-was, wasn’t it?
*-*-*-*-*-*-*
It was when the head of familiar red popped in that both of them knew that their chances of getting out had just gotten better. Neither had been too surprised (not that they had that much energy to spare to begin with) because, after all, hadn’t Rhode mentioned multiple times about a new toy? Hadn’t Sheryl? Hadn’t Tyki even acquiesced to the fact after too many sources said yes rather than no?
They hadn’t pretended to care much, but from the similar state the other was in-dark rings under his eye, paler than they had seen him before-he wasn’t that much better was he?
It wasn’t like they saw very much of him anyway. He had only peered in shortly after Sheryl had given them food, before being dragged away again-manhandled and agreeing to it.
“De-vit?” and the leaning head of blond on Devit’s shoulder, shifted just a little closer. Devit didn’t have the care in mind to push him away, he only groaned in response-“De-vit-what do you think they do to him?”
“Why should I care?” Well okay, he could say-at least-something, couldn’t he?
“Isn’t he like us then?”
“We’re prisoners in our own home.” He rolled his eyes, staring up at the ceiling he had gotten-used to, at least. It wasn’t so dark anymore.
“But he’s a prisoner too. He’s sad.” Devit jolted when he felt one of Jasdero’s hands-cold and clammy-rest against his cheek-“Don’t you think so?” and Jasdero was there, barely healed wrist, fresh flesh wounds from self infliction maybe, Devit knew he felt guilty-knew he did.
“Your point?” He couldn’t quite meet him in the eye.
Jasdero frowned, “We need to help him get out.”
Devit blinked, stared, glowered, “Like hell we’re going to do that when we’re even more stuck than he is. Tyki’ll let him go after a while.”
That didn’t deter him though, no, and Devit felt his blood run cold at the next words that slipped out, “Not until he’s broken.” And a forehead pressed against his for half a second, then lips, sewn shut, pressing against his, “Not until he’s like us.”
Devit never asked why he cared so much. He didn’t have it in him, he just wondered-How the hell can he kiss with his mouth sewn shut?
Well. He was, so it didn’t quite matter.
So it was of little consequence when those hands were at the hem of his pants, begging-pleading, almost, saying “I’ll make you feel good” more than words could.
“I’ll make you feel good for all the pain.”
“For protecting me.”
And a hand-brushing over him-it was sick, wasn’t it? Him-liking it-when that hand wrapped around him and he was too tired to care, too tired to refrain-only giving out the barest whisper of-
“Just don’t stick anything in me this time.” Because he didn’t trust Rhode’s antics or anything she thought felt remotely good, because it didn’t. Not even once. Not that they did that more than once, but.
“Mmkay,” He barely heard the reply, when the lips were back, and the thread pressed against his lips-and-well, it felt odd.
Very odd. Not bad, odd, but he almost wondered when that had happened; whose idea of a sick joke it had been all those years ago, he could barely remember it now. They had just been kids-it was before the Noah, because of the Noah, there thrumming in the back of his mind-and the hand too-was still there.
There stroking, and more shifting of pants, too tight for their own good-hadn’t the Earl said they were going to get a change of clothes?
Were they?
He couldn’t remember that either, as he slid down further against the wall, Jasdero still on top, humming, and shifting-and suddenly not there and he was too tired to move his head to look but-
“Wha--?!”
“Nnck!”
“Oi-hey-stop!”
“But-”
Devit shoved away-hands, bruised, cuts, and Jasdero was sitting, pants by his feet, eyes wide, because-he had tried to-“No. Put-them back-on.” Because they-couldn’t, “I said-”
“But I wasn’t. I was-”
“I-don’t care.”
“But you just said.”
Devit spat, Jasdero flinched, “Forget it.”
It was only a little more insanity, wasn’t it? Only a little bit more to deal with, to make his mind break a little more-because-that’s what the Earl wanted, wasn’t it? He frowned, stiff, and Jasdero wasn’t moving, wasn’t doing as he was told but then-did he have the right to?
Closer, Closer, Closer
You’re the Twins. You’re our bond. If you break we all will die.
He squeezed his eyes shut when Jasdero moved forward again, slower this time, swallowing-nervous because he had said-and then he didn’t say and-he needed to make up his mind, didn’t he? Maybe that would be nice for once.
They used to be so certain. They were the bond-they were twins, they kept everyone linked. But they were stupid. Naïve. Hey hadn’t noticed the 14th until it was too late-the boy was still free.
They hadn’t noticed the redhead either, but that was of natural consequence, and fuzzy memories. Had nothing to do with anything really, and now Jasdero was close again-they were sharing breath like thoughts-a mutual agreement because they both needed it to function. They both did, so-when he felt those lips, the thread connecting them, again, he didn’t jerk away at what that meant. What he had felt before because it was odd.
But then they were oddities weren’t they?
Then Jasdero was pulling away, whispering, “I-didn’t mean-I’d-stick anything in you. Heee, I was actually think you could-me-or if-not then…”
Devit grimaced, “That would hurt. Idiot.” A pause, “Why the hell would-did Rhode give you more ideas?”
A shake of the head.
“Then who-”
“Lavi limps a lot.”
“…Tyki?” A shake of the head, “Then--”
“Sheryl.”
Ah.
“What?!” But he didn’t push away, not really because, “Fuck that man is-a creep. He’s even worse than Rhode.” Jasdero wasn’t moving, though; he was shifting a little, in his lap, watching him. “What did he tell you?”
“That it might feel good for you to be in me.”
“Again why the hell would you want that? It’ll hurt you just as much as it-”
“Don’t care.”
“Yeah but do you honestly think-” Not that he could say much else, because those lips were back, and grinding, and he hated the fact he was waking up, but-at least he was next to him now, sort of. Hand replacing body to grip down there again, with hilarious jerks of clumsy fingers. Devit moaned, but only a little. It was all that he’d allow himself, when those lips were gone, and that head was lowering and-
“What are you -”
“Sheryl said I shouldn’t take you dry.” Matter-of-fact and precise, “Hee~ so I won’t. I won’t.”
And then that mouth was otherwise occupied in a way Devit really, really, really didn’t want to think about. Not now. Not ever-not even the mechanics because dammit-those lips were sewn shut! He had seen them, they couldn’t move that much and yet-and yet-
Well. They were.
They were-they were-and-
Our brother’s Bond. Our Brother’s Bond. Together as you should be. But you denied us all, and caused our fall.
Our brothers Bond won’t be.
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It was in a hilarious turn that the Earl changed his mind. Maniacal laughter never quite cut it, but neither did the sobs-did they-when they were pressed to too chubby arms and knew just as well that they would break whatever promise they decided to keep.
Brother’s Bond they might be, but-
“I’m so glad you finally listened!~”
But Brother’s Bond needed rest.
They simply nodded their heads though, to the grin-that-was-a-smile, to the knowing look Sheryl shot them as the Earl ushered them forward. To be cleansed of all their sins which-really-weren’t-
And a song, hummed by Rhode that they both tried to forget.