Jul 24, 2009 21:12
Two halves of a whole stood outside of a dark home in the latest part of a night. The boys were twisted up in each others bits and pieces. The ink-haired snake had his lust-blushed lips pressed to the the fair preacher's ear, "If you wanna meet daddieo, you best be actin' on your best behaviors; not pointin' fingers and callin' him a this or that.". He illustrated his point by wrapping his tongue around the Rev's earlobe, making him purr in excitement.
The Rev shivered lightly at the feel of warm wetness on his sensitive ear. He turned passion glazed eyes to look at his personal devil. He, a man of the holiest degree -a Reverend of the lush-lipped flock-, had found himself seduced by the most wicked of tempter’s; a mirror of himself. What had started as a way for him to punish the ink-haired demon had soon led to a strummin’ of his heart strings and an insatiable urge to take a long walk down a dark path with this shadow of himself as the only light. So Rev found himself nodding to the other man, ready to play along with any game he proposed.
Twitch had the preacher damn-near vibratin' and he felt so proud. He had played second fiddle too long this evening and getting back behind the wheel felt all kinds of sexy. He turned back towards the big gloomy house and gave the good man a sharp smack on the ass before heading for the door and leaning on the doorbell. The sweet little lamb followed and the two waited at the door in silence till Twitch heard his honey fumble with the locks. He hip-checked the Rev into the bushes as Mike answered the door, groggy and bewildered...
"Sup sugarlump?"
Mike leaned against the door frame with an annoyed sigh. Twitch was the last person he wanted to see at the moment. “What the hell is it now?” He growled out lowly, rubbing his forehead to try to work away the headache that was starting to form in his skull. Twitch tended to mean trouble. Trouble, and sex. The latter wasn’t minded so much as the former. The Rev watched curiously from the bushes, drinking in the tall and obviously annoyed man with thirsty eyes.
"Got bummble-mummble bees caught in the brain?" Twitch asked as he threw his arms around Mike's neck, "'Cause you surely ain't grummblin' at me, 'cause I come with gifts of the strangest kind". Twitch planted a harsh deep kiss on Mike's lips before he could argue. "Gonna let me and my present in?" Twitch pushed past his lanky sugarlump and headed for the fridge almost forgetting his preacher in the bushes.
Mike turned and was about to shut the door when Rev stumbled from the bushes where Twitch had left him so thoughtlessly. He muttered a “I should know better than to make deals with the devil.” under his breath, but only half-committedly. He was quite fond of his devil, even if he had a feeling it was going to lead him into trouble. Without paying much mind to Mike for the moment, he went to pluck some problem strings with Twitch; not very happy about being pushed into the bushes so roughly.
"So Mikey-Boy -" Twitch shouted, head in the icebox looking for PBR "-you see, I was spilling goodness all over the Ruby Room, I was chatting up some broads and the next thing I know-" he pulled out of the fridge, beer freshly cracked in hand and coming face to face with a sour faced Rev "-I meet this fucker, and he starts hissin' and spittin' about me being the prince of darkness or something, long story short, we popped our caps and now he ain't yellin' at me anymore... which brings me here". Twitch pushed around Rev again to drag Mike to the couch and to curl up on his cranky lap. "Isn't he cute?" he whispered in to Mike's ear "Can I keep 'im?"
Mike was stunned as he took a good look at Twitch’s new “pet”. They were almost identical beings; the only real difference being their hair. This new man had dirty blonde locks. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Who is the fucker?”
Twitch shrugged his shoulders, "I've been calling him swampthing, don't he look like a swampthing?" and went back to nursing the can.
Mike looked back at the flabbergasted blond before taking Twitch's beer away to get his attention, "You really don't care where he came from, do you?". Twitch shook his head no and he grabbed the can back.
Only hours ago, Rev would have proclaimed ‘Listen here heathen; if you’re gonna go tappin’ me with the behavin’ rod, you best make sure you give yourself a smack too!’ however, he could still remember the way that body had pressed against his -how well they fit together and how amazing it had felt- and instead he sighed and said a silent prayer to the gods of lush to give him strength to endure this. He wondered if they would answer him. He was, after all, walking with the devil.
Twitch looked at his lamb with serious eyes, "I thought you was gonna play nice and be all gentleman like, and you ain't even gave a proper hello to daddieo yet, shaaaame.". Twitch smirked and dropped his beer on the table before nuzzling into Mike's long and pretty neck, kissing and biting, making Mike's expression soften as he continued looking wide-eyed at the supposed swampthing. Twitch's hand snaked around Mike's thighs and he peeked out to eye the Rev.
Rev chewed his tongue for a moment while trying to draw in a calming breath. His long islands had been sweated off in the steamy confessional that had taken place back behind the Ruby Room and he needed a buzz to calm the hot tamale fire a burnin in his anger gauge. He rubbed his temples with a sigh before turning his gaze to the tall man that his devil was curled against. Somehow he found it in him to smile. “The word of command is Strychnine, but my flock calls me the Rev.”
"Good boy." Twitch shot at Rev, he began to coo in Mike's ear "He's a man of god you see, but he's real good at sinnin', you should try him out Mikey-Boy, you can tell me if you think we taste the same.". Mike's cock twitched at the suggestion but he grabbed Twitch by the shirt and studied his face to see if he could figure out Twitch's plot before things got too deep. Twitch laughed in his face "Why so rough with me daddy, you know you wanna try my present".
Hearing these words, the Rev’s eye twitched. He had known Twitch was planning something dirty, but he didn’t appreciate being talked about like he was a toy. “You act like you own me,” he drawled slowly, finally starting to snap due to the lack of alcohol in his system. “but if my memory serves me correct, it was you who was begging me back in that alleyway, daddieo.”
"I admit you had me all kinds of pluggin in but if I flip back to that very same alley, I was peeling you off me 'cause you was right glued to me, plus you never paid proper for the long island, I think I do quite own that sweet little ass of yours, plus we made a deal on you being proper, and I take you are a man of your word" Twitch was all kinds of pleased with himself and Mike tried to make heads or tails of what was happening.
"You fucked him?" Mike asked Twitch,
"Nah babe, he fucked me into next Tuesday, but I was rather fantastic" the little snake charmer damn near sang.
Rev snorted at this. “I did all the hip swinging, heath-” The Rev clenched his fists and inhaled deeply before continuing on. It was as Twitch said; he wasn’t one to go back on his word. “-honeydip. That should be more than enough compensation for your drink. Bein’ proper don’t got nothin’ to do with playin’ your bitch, and I ain’t got no twisty ties tetherin’ me to this here spot, so have yourself a good little fuck, but I’m goin’ back for those birds.” He turned to go out the door.
Twitch shot over like a hotrod, toppling both of them before anyone went anywhere. The Rev was face to face with the carpet as Twitch twisted and arm behind him, Twitch grabbed a handful of fair-hair and smiled down at the squirming preacher "What, is this no fun the other way around?" Twitch bent down so only the lamb could hear him, "...and who said anything about you playin', I thought you was the bitch". Twitch let off a laugh that could break glass and hearts.
The Rev was done playing around. He needed a buzz, he needed a flock, and he needed this fuckin’ imp off of him. With a low growl, he kicked a leg out to make contact with the devil and knock him off. He stood with a glare and a deep snarl. “Listen here you goddamn HEATHEN,” he was done playing by Twitch’s rules. “Just cuz I decided to take a walk when my nerves was all flittery from a few long islands and some sex don’t mean I’m walkin’ around with an empty cranium. You think I haven’t dealt with sinners before? I ain’t dumb, boy, and I’m sure as hell to sober to play any more of your goddamn games!”
Thankfully to Twitch's delight, Mike had figured out his game and when Rev turned to leave he was met with the lanky gent with no humor on his mug leaning on the door.
"You see swampthing, you’re in my house-" Mike and Twitch shot each other looks "-and we play by my rules. This ain't some kinda checkers you can just shit out on and drag your mopey-gropey ass away, your dealing with me darlin' and I intend to have my fun" growled Twitch and he grabbed Rev by the back of the collar, lifting a hand to his face to grab the shaken preacher's jaw and turn him so there faces met. His nails dug into the good man's cheeks, "You better hope to god that you fully and honestly catch my drift."
There he was, stuck staring into those damned green eyes again. Flashes of moaning, of cries, of prayers played through his brain and he tried to shake them away; trying to remember to be angry. Rev’s mind replayed his own words. ‘Boy, I think you may very well be the devil himself.’ How right he had been. He felt the cut of the heathen’s nails in his cheeks and the sting of heartbreak in his chest. After those moments of lust he had made the stupid mistake of getting emotional, like some flitty twitty little girl. He struggled a bit for the hell of it, not wanting to just give in. They could have at least given him a fucking beer.
Twitch still had his green eyes locked on the Rev , "Mikey-darling -" Twitch said, voice suddenly sweet as it was in the bar "-would you do me the honor of taking this alligator to the bedroom". Mike smiled and slumped the good man over his shoulder like he had done to Twitch many times before. As the tall bruiser carried him off Twitch hollered down the hall , "If sober is what's keepin' you from rolling the dice, I think I got an answer to your prayers."
Hearing such ominous words from the devil’s mouth made Rev’s stomach drop. He struggled, trying to get out of Mike’s grasp without starting a fight. He could take Twitch one on one; he’d just fight dirty again. But Mike was tall and strong and had a lot of leverage over a little holy man like himself. With tall, dark, and ruthless carrying him off, he had no hope of escaping, and that was an even worse thought. He should have left before he fucked Twitch, shoulda never let himself get high enough off the orgasm to think he’d fallen in love. He didn’t feel bubbly or swingin’ anymore. He just wanted to get off this crazy ride. “Fuckin’ demon!” He called back down the hall towards Twitch. “Fuckin’ evil demon!”
Mike let the little bible-thumper wriggle, he smiled to think the only person he had to carry who shook this much was Twitch after a few bad bar-fights. Soon enough Mike was kicking open the door to the bedroom and sitting on the bed, struggling to get the hellcat on to his lap and somewhat subdued. Twitch appeared in the door way, grinning like a man who got away with murder. The Rev glared at him and stirred only to give off some measure of dignity. Mike had the lamb all wound in his arms and he was startin' to feel the vibes, He was whispering cheap come-ons into Rev's ear and playfully going for tastes of his flesh.
Twitch chirped "I brought you a little good nature" he held up a bottle to the light of the hall. "I thought you'd be all groovy and mellow if I did" Twitch poured some of the booze on his fingers and brought it to the preacher's face. "Don't act like you don't want it now, honey-dump"
Rev glared at his doppleganger and ignored the dry ache that burned into his throat. He tried to force himself to think of anything but the nips to his neck, the words in his ear, and alcohol in his face. He just kept prayin’ silent prayers of salvation. He had let himself be tempted by the devil, and now he knew he was gonna be payin’ for it big time.
Twitch smiled a shit-eating grin inches from the poor lambs face, "Oh come on swampthing, I ain't all bad -" Twitch rubbed his gin-soaked thumb over his lips "- in fact, I am felling a bit burned at the stake, I bring you here to meet sweet saintly Mikey and you won’t play nice or even accept a bit of faithful gin, it's a cryin shame swampthing, it really is.". Twitch ran his palm up the shuddering preacher's thigh , "I think my hospitality might start running thin if you don't start being proper any minute now."
Rev tried to keep a hold on his body’s reactions; begged it not to betray him as that palm ran tauntingly up his thigh. He wanted the gin, just to clear his mind. It tasted as disgusting as it smelled, but he didn’t want to go through this sober. However, he also didn’t want to give Twitch the satisfaction of him taking anything that was offered. That thought alone sickened him enough to kill any lush-happy thoughts that may have come with the alcohol. He gritted his teeth and kept saying his silent prayers. He would make it through this…somehow…he hoped.
"I've had it up to my marbles with your bullshit" hissed Twitch as he slapped the pious man had across the cheek. "I heard you, I heard you in the alley, something about a little flickering light in my bones. Well I want to hear you fess it up swampthing, tell Mikey and me about all those sweet little pearls you spit at me back at the Ruby", Twitch’s hands grabbed at his swollen sex through the jeans, Mike's nips got harder and less friendly, The two captors were no longer fucking around.
Rev’s neck arched back against Mike as he gasped, his eyes flying open wide. He panted out, “Every good man tells pretty little lies to his slut after he fucks ‘em.” He didn’t want to admit how badly he wanted them to fuck him. He didn’t even want to think about it. He tried desperately not to as he panted. He didn’t even want to know what they would do to him for that past comment. It had flown out of his pucker pouch before he’d had a chance to cork it. He was regretting it, and more than the words themselves, he was regretting what would become of him for that rude little phrase. At this point, he had no pride left in him; he was their victim either way. But he knew there was a way he’d enjoy, and a way he wouldn’t. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean that!” He choked before they could do anything to him.
“Oh shhh lamb.” Twitch's lips where puckered in mock-sympathy and as he ran his fingers through the Rev's sweat soaked hair “I know you didn't mean it, I know I shook your foundations back there, as a sweet little clergyman you should know that all the records in heaven are just as good as the ones in hell and I am privy to all their information, ya dig?”. Twitch's fingers found a fat lump of hair before beginning to clutch.
“The problem I have with your sibilation is not that you where so ill-mannered to call me a slut, or even that you called me yours, because in all the light of honesty you had me Reverend. -” his voice was as smooth as a cobra's “- my problem is with the fact that you continue to call yourself a good man, ya see. Good men don't fuck humble servants till they feel of hand of death give them an ol' pat on the back, good men don't have so much fun fuckin' a man that they get all pliable and follow a boy home, good men don't have to worry about what the devil will do to them.“. Twitch began to coo “I know you're real keen on forgiveness baby, and I think you need a taste for your own bitter medicine.”.
Twitch placed a hand on Mike's chin softly and sweetly, “Is the shinys where I left them daddieo?”, Mike hummed a yes into the sweet shaking lambs neck as Twitch walked to the dresser. Rev winced when he heard the rattle of metal and the Cobra turned, dangling handcuffs that glinted in the light that leaked into the room. “You see, my kinda forgiveness don't come cheap and you don't have any chips to cash in swampthing, so I can tell you right now with an sincere heart that you ain't getting anything you don't beg for, and I suggest you start begging for these.“.
Rev squirmed a bit in Mike’s hold. He had never found himself to be the one handcuffed before, and the thought of being handcuffed and at his doppleganger’s mercy was unnerving. However, he had no pride, and he knew this would get ugly, so he looked up at Twitch and spoke, “Please, devil, have mercy on my corrupted soul. I’m a sinner, right and true.”
Twitch took one of the nervous Reverend's wrists and kissed every white knuckle before snapping his shiny toy to the quivering appendage, “Alright my little tempted darling, you promise to be a docile as a kitten for me and my saintly Michael, no screamin' or bitin'? I promise -” He smirked and planted a kiss on the palm of Rev's hand “- I'll make it all kinds of satisfying for you if you play nice.”
The Rev shivered and nodded. He didn‘t have it in him to fight anymore. He had fallen into the clutches of the devil, and there was no getting out, so he was best off playing along and letting Twitch get his revenge. “I’ll behave myself. I promise.” His voice was only a whisper as he shuddered, still a bit afraid as to wait this wicked man had planned for him.
The snake and the brute wasted no time maneuvering Rev so that his trembling arms where slung over his head and fastened to the headboard. Mike sat to their side as Twitch straddled his luscious little captive. “Nurse Mikey, scissors“ Twitch called out in a sing-song tone while consuming the other pair of greens in the room. Mike sighed, suddenly having a bit less fun without someone writhing in his arms, he dug into the nightstand, and handed the serpent his desired tool.
Twitch grabbed the edge of the limp preacher's tshirt and began to slide the cool metal up his navel and through the cotton, slowly and straight as an arrow. A final snip rang out in the room as Twitch got to the collar and let the scissors dangle dangerously close to the preacher's alabaster neck. With no thought Twitch threw the scissors away from the bed and he brushed the loose fabric away.
Rev shuddered at the feel of the cold metal against his skin as it aided in Twitch’s wicked cause. He said nothing however, and instead closed his eyes, afraid to see what would happen next. The feeling of the devil on his hips alone was enough to make him sweat. He tried to concentrate on breathing, on not panicking at his loss of mobility, and playin’ nice like he had promised.
Twitch looked down at his handiwork and dragged a finger down Rev's chest, following the path of the scissors before leaning down, running his hands firmly up the Reverend's ribs, flicking his tongue over an exposed nipple, rolling and grinding denim-clad hips into his hardness. Twitch was huntin' for responses that he was very keen on getting. Mike moaned as he undid his own jeans, a light with his own private show of mirror image handsome devils.
Rev’s eyes shot open as a low moan tore through him. He rolled his hips up to meet the grinding motions of Twitch’s, desperately needing that feeling. He couldn’t help but squirm a bit as the devil’s tongue took to tormenting his chest. He felt helpless and needy and good. God he felt good. He could hear Mike’s moan, but it hardly registered; merely a quick twitch from his cock. All he could focus on was the devil, and what he was doing to him.
"Come on baby, beg for it" Twitch sighed into the lamb's collar bone before letting his teeth sink into the fair skin. Twitch started tugging at the zipper of the squirming boy under him. Mike was so kind to finish the job and yank the pants away, leaving Rev exposed. Twitch started prodding again, "I need to hear it baby, ask me for it".
Moaning again as he felt his pants be stripped away, Rev opened his lust-glazed eyes to stare up at Twitch. “Please…” he murmured, needing to say it just as much as Twitch needed to hear it. “Please…please…” He squirmed. He had never considered a situation such as this being an option before; him bound and begging. And yet, he was beginning to like this little scenario Twitch had cooked up.
“He's ready for ya sugarlump.” Twitch said with venom and hubris while removing himself from the bewildered lamb, laying next to him and resting his head on the trapped boys arm. With his lips to his ear Twitch chided “You’re gonna love this baby-cakes.” Mike was slow, parting the sweat streaked legs and planting rough, excited kisses on the Reverend's stomach. Twitch planted a hand on Rev's face, stroking his cheek with alarming affinity.
The good Reverend moaned at the kisses on his stomach, turning his head just enough to kiss at the hand stroking his cheek. He needed this more than anything he’d ever needed in his life. He wanted these two men to leave him breathless with want; to make his body cry out in all kinds of pleasures. Fighting earlier seemed like such a stupid thing to do now. The devil and his hellion were being mighty good to the holy man, and he appreciative to say the least. “More…please…”
“Ask and you shall receive.” Twitch said before burying himself in Rev's neck, finding the pulse and letting his mouth wrap around it, His hand still cradling his face. Mike pressed two cold wet fingers into the Rev, making him jolt wit sensation. His callused finger tips were taking note of ever molecule of his body. Rev could feel the pretty little snake's smile spreading over his skin before pulling away to speak, “Keep your marbles open swampthing, let him see you lust.”
Not wanting to disobey orders and have his pleasure end now, Rev opened his eyes and stared down at the tall man while writhing and moaning under the skilled work of those calloused fingers. He panted and moaned, all the while longing for MORE. He was being spoiled rotten, but it wasn’t enough. He felt like he would never have enough.
Mike was enraptured with his new fair-haired duplicate of Twitch. He lifted Rev's legs, leaning in to plant rough wet kisses on spasming thighs, pumping his digits faster and deeper as the lamb looked up at him with seraphic green eyes, glossy with wanton need. “I told you you'd like my present Mikey-boy“ Twitch said as he reached out for the gin. After consuming a fair amount himself he offered it to Rev's lips, wanting to see the preacher give into all of his commands.
Rev was a bit afraid that amongst his writhing and moaning he would drown in the gin, but he could only begin to imagine the wicked things Twitch would do to him if he didn’t obey. He swallowed it down as best he could, his nose wrinkling at the awful taste and the urge the back of his throat gave off to choke. Each kiss Michael gave his thighs, each pump of his fingers, made Rev nearly choke himself on the bottle.
Twitch felt merciful and pulled the bottle away after the reverend started to gag. He threw the vessel at the wall, letting the last few gulps splatter as the glass broke into a million pieces. Rev jerked, startled and Twitch took the opportunity to press his lips into the preacher's, tongue parting his lips and darting around his mouth finding the last drops of liqueur. After a few moments he pulled away and looked the Reverend in the eyes, “I told you alligator, you only getting what you beg for, I think it's about time you started beggin' my main-squeeze here to put you out of your swollen purple misery.”, enjoying the fresh powertrip, Twitch raked his nails over the boy's stomach to illustrate his point.
With a whimper, Rev looked down to Mike, his eyes glazed and his vision tainted with lust. He knew he could only submit anymore; he was bound and horny as fuck. “Please Saint Michael,” he gasped, his voice a whisper amongst pants. “end my suffering and send me up to that lusty heaven in the clouds.” He writhed. “Fuck me, suck me; I don’t much care what you do to me.” He had never felt so much need in his life. “Just please…”
Mike smiled at Twitch as the preacher implored that his wretched state be ended, Mike sighed “He's crazier then you are, baby“, and he removed his hand from inside the boy and lifted his shirt. Twitch felt his body purr at the sight of his wonderful stomach. Mike pushed his pants down far enough to free himself and he positioned himself behind the boy's slack legs, getting into character he growled at the Rev, “You gonna call me such sweet names when you cum?”. He didn't wait for an answer before pushing himself fully into the preacher.
Rev threw back his head and elicited a small cry as Mike penetrated him. His body spasmed to adjust to the feeling of having the man inside him. He panted and turned his lust-filled eyes to Twitch, then back to Mike. “I’ll call you anything you like, baby cakes.” He promised. He could feel the sweat sticking his blonde locks to his forehead and trickle down into his eyes, but he merely blinked rapidly for a moment to clear the feeling and got over it. He wanted them to see; wanted them to see to every extent what they were doing to him and how much he loved it.
To Twitch , Mike looked like divinity as his sugarlump's hands gripped hard into the tender's boy's flesh. Mike's pace was quick and his movements abrasive, Twitch peeled his eyeballs away only to fall on the delirious thing next to him. He felt like he was flush with fever and Twitch brushed the hair from his face. He whispered a long trail of filthy questions in the lamb's ear “How does it feel? Do you wish it was me? Do you know how much of a whore you look like right now?”, much like Michael, Twitch didn't wait for answers. He licked Rev's jawline, enjoying the liquid cocktail of salt and fear, while running a hand down the preacher's abs, letting his fingers twist around his cock.
The Rev practically screamed in pleasure as the devil beside him wrapped his hand around the bound man’s cock. He couldn’t help but buck up into the hand and shut his eyes tight. In his mind, he answered the questions. ‘How does it feel?’ Abso-fucking-lutely amazing. ‘Do you wish it was me?’ He liked Michael, no doubt of that, but Rev couldn’t help the regretful twinge in his heart that did indeed wish it was his devil. Those damned feeling from back in the alley were rushing over him once more. ‘Do you know how much of a whore you look like right now?’ He didn’t mind looking a whore if it was for them. No one else, but he’d put up with it for them. Before these two men of hell, Rev would never even have given a passing thought to allowing himself to be dominated. And yet, here he was, enjoying how the two men toyed with his body.
Watching his cohort and his captive fuck like rabbits sent chills up Twitch's spine and a strong throb through his dick. The thought of his own sexual pleasure crossed his mind for the first time in hours, an almost unheard of amount of time in Twitch's existence. His grip on the howling, moaning preacher tightened and he started pumping in rhythm with Mike. Mike's face was contorted in pleasure as he was enveloped in his tight heat of the Reverend, his eyes only snapping open long enough to peek at the perverted Gemini twisted together under him, which fueled his fire.
The Rev was in a sensory overload. He had never felt so good in his life. He could only mutter senseless little phrases amongst his cries and moans. He could feel every movement on the other men’s behalf bringing him closer to his climax. He bit it back, ready to ride on the edge as far as he possibly could. It left him feeling light-headed; like the whole world was going to crash down on him and he would die any second now. He wondered briefly if this is what Twitch had felt in the alley; if this is what had led him to babbling out prayers. He felt sympathy for the little devil in that moment.
Twitch's lips once again found his doubles, but this was something softer and divine. The Rev was babbling into his mouth, unable to kiss back, utterly bewitched. Twitch felt a sudden pain of sadness that he was only a bystander to the fornication happening in this bed. He felt the cold touch of jealousy that his saintly Michael was penetrating his new found angel.
With Twitch’s lips on his own, Rev couldn’t fight it. It was too much; too much pressure, too much feeling, too much goodness. His voice was hoarse from all his yelling, and Twitch’s mouth on his own muffled the cry until it was almost as though it had never been uttered at all, but as Rev’s body flew into overdrive, one word escaped his lips. “Twitch!” He felt his seed spill onto his stomach and his reflection’s hand. Michael was still pounding into him, even as his body spasmed and his heart pounded. His eyes fell shut and he struggled to breathe.
Twitch looked in shock at the nearly blacked out preacher who had so carelessly, involuntarily called out his name. Mike's moans grew load and ragged and it wasn't long till Mike rolled off the poor Rev, smiling with gratification. Twitch just laid there, in awe of what had passed. His heart eventfully tangled up in his nerves, regaining a drop of his mental facility. He dragged a finger over the Reverend's stomach and placed the damp finger to the good man's lips, whispering to the panting man, “Oh sweetthing, I need your feeling in the worst way, can you do that for me?”. With his unoccupied hand, Twitch released the boy from bondage.
The good Reverend was exhausted, his body aching now and just begging to rest, but hearing that plea from those lips; he knew he couldn’t refuse. Unable to find his voice, Rev replied to Twitch by opening his mouth to suck the finger that was placed to his lips. He would do anything that his angelic devil asked of him, in a heartbeat. Even put aside his own physical exhaustion.
Twitch's cock jumped at the Rev's eager tongue lapping at his fingers. He unzipped his pants and exposed himself before removing his hand and kissing the exhausted preacher; rushing to taste what he had placed there, only to push the Rev's face to his greedy neck, desperate to feel the same physical sensations he had witnessed.
Rev kissed and nipped at the neck bared to his eager lips. He let one hand play in the devil’s hair as the other trailed down to tease his cock. He walked his lips up to nibble playfully on the man’s earlobe. He loved the little involuntary shudder that Twitch gave off as he was pleasured. It sent little jolts through his heart; like jumpin’ a car battery. “Make any demand of me; I promise to comply.” He whispered into the man’s ear. “I belong to you now.”
Twitch's eyes welled with joy upon hearing the preacher's honest and sweet words. His body trembled with want and lust and each little kiss threatened to send him into hysterics. He started babbling as the reverend's hand grazed his weeping cock, “Please, I-... baby, I want your lips, please, I wanna feel those lips around me.”. Twitch filled with regret and guilt as his selfish words tumbled out of his mouth.
With a small smile, Rev carefully flipped them so that it was he who leaned over the other man. He gave his mirror image a bruising kiss before making his way down; kissing over chest, stomach, and abs on his way to his real target. He gave the tip a small peck, just to test the waters. He had to smile as Twitch’s back arched a bit off of the bed and he bit his lip. That was all the fuel that Rev needed before taking all of his devil’s length in his mouth at once. He let his tongue swirl across the slit, loving the way his angelic little heathen writhed under his hot tongue. He tasted good, Rev noted.
Twitch fought to focus on the Reverend in his lap but his whole body felt washed in electricity, unable to move or sit still at the same time. His teeth where gritting into his bottom lip, hoping a little anguish would set his mind back on it's levels. Immersing himself in the the state of having moist disarming lips consuming him gave him the strength to release his death grip on the sheets. His hands raced to Rev's sweat soaked hair, tenderly stroking the boy so willing to satisfy. Twitch found it almost painful to look down at the act he was being blessed with, it was too much all at once to witness what was happening to him.
Rev could feel Twitch’s body trembling from what was being done to him. He smiled a bit and gently scraped his teeth from base to tip and twisting his tongue across the member to make his doppleganger writhe. He ran his hands up along Twitch’s smooth frame to tease his nipples. He wanted to make his devil feel as amazing as he could possibly manage; wanted to see those lust crazed eyes and hear him mewl his name.
Twitch's eyes fluttered and he batted a hand towards peaceful Michael, snatching his fingers and squeezing. Mike sympathetically squeezed back and he shifted over to look Twitch in the face. Twitch's brain popped as their fingers locked, if Mike was here, watching his body shake with all the force of heaven, then it was real, he wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. Twitch's limbs where no longer under his command, hips rolling, hands clutching at his companions. He opened his mouth to breath and more feelings and moans bubble to the surface, “Oh Reverend, this... this is Eden.”
If this was Eden, then Twitch was surely the forbidden fruit, Rev thought wryly. He had become such a sinner over the course of this night, and yet he felt no need to repent. He wanted to stay here, eating the fruit and obeying the snake’s every whim. He could feel every throb from the writhing man’s member as his tongue worked away at it furiously. He didn’t relent on his ravishing of his little devil’s body, instead flicking his eyes up to stare into the face so contorted by pleasure. He almost pulled away long enough to tease his Twitch with the same words that had been thrown at him, ‘Do you know how much of a whore you look like right now?”, but he couldn’t bring himself to taint the poor man’s pleasure. He wanted his devil to enjoy every second of this.
Twitch's bones felt like they would turn to dust under the strain of his muscles , the champagne pop of climax was starting to echo through his tiny, broken, frame. The Rev's giving tongue kneading into his sex and perfectly teasing teeth made his core shudder and shake with contentment, the preacher's green eyes pushing hellfire back into his soul. Twitch clung to the preacher's fair-hair and bucked into his mouth, craving more and more, “God damn it all to hell sweetthing, i'm ... i'm.…!“ he cried before all words faded into manic aggressive babbles.
Rev smiled as Twitch’s cum shot into his mouth. He swallowed it all down as best he could. Twitch’s taste filled his mouth and he was amazed at how good it was; so sinfully delicious. Rev brought himself up and crashed his lips onto the devil’s; wanting to share his new favorite flavor. He pulled away short of air, but grinning none the less. “Shit…” He mumbled. “I feel like all my wires have been crossed and sparked, Twitchy-boy. I can’t help thinkin’ I like it much better here in hell…”
Sugar-shocked with orgasm and his own taste on his lips, Twitch stared damn near innocently into the Rev's eyes. His chest rose and fell with great force as his feeble brain worked in overdrive to decipher the sweet angels words. His lips parted to speak but all that came out for many long and bewildered minutes was heavy haggard breath. His eyes shut in his hazy state and he spoke in a strained whisper, “Come now sweetthing, you really find me to be hell on earth?”
The good Reverend smiled and kissed Twitch’s forehead as the boy struggled to breathe. “Well, I don’t know about you, sugarcakes, but I was certainly on fire.” He mumbled against the man’s soft flesh. “Nothin’s ever flipped my switches quite like that did.” He admitted. “But maybe hell isn’t the right word? After all,” Rev cupped the boy’s cheek. “I’m no longer quite sure if your evil or angelic. Maybe a little of both?”
Twitch choked back a cackle at the preacher's admission of grey-area, his body swimming in a sea of pleasure and human-filth that clung to the sweat soaked bed. Force returning to his limbs, he pulled the Rev into his arms and held him close, held him like an old friend , nose buried in all-too human smelling blond hair. Twitch's slick-chrome-plated pride slipped away from him, cooing all sorts of honey-glazed compliments into the preacher ears. He almost welled up again as the last of them crossed his lips, "Ain't you just all sorts of pleasure held tight together under flesh and bone.”
Rev smiled as he cuddled into Twitch’s strong hold. The other man was being sweet as sugar, and he couldn’t help but feel that same little strum to his heartstrings. The affectionate coos coming from the snake’s lips made Rev feel weak in the knees. Thoughts were buzzing through his brain like honey bees; each sweeter than the last. He kissed lightly on the flesh that was left to his lips, murmuring out scattered confessions of his beating heart. He couldn’t stop babbling each unorganized little twinge the emotion basket in his chest gave off. It didn’t even register to him that words were tumbling through his love drunk lips. “I don’t want to stop loving you, sin or not.”
Twitch felt all kinds of syrup run through his veins as the kitten on his chest started singing along to Twitch's gibbered praise and sweet somethings. He kissed the reverend on his crown and sighed, “Hush now, ain't no sin in love, I think that's in it's proper definition in some old dusty book.”, his voice grew stronger, his breath regular, taking some sort of physical responsibility for the love-struck seraph that clung to him. Twitch began rubbing the snuggling Rev's back, hoping to offer some calm to the sweetthing's mind and soul.
Rev melted into Twitch’s every touch. His hold was strong and yet gentle, making Rev feel as if this was just where he was always meant to stay. He flicked his eye upwards to stare at the deep green orbs of his love and whispered. “I don’t want to leave, Twitch. I like it here with you and Saint Michael.”
Twitch felt all the screws come loose in his heart with the Reverend's child-like pleas. His brain went to think of the logistics of it, of how one falls for a doppleganger that has appeared only hours before and is now cradled in your arms, begging to be promised a place in Twitch's life. His mind answered Twitch's queries with soft vignettes of all the moaning and sighing that had happened, of green eyes, of red-wine-sweet words. “You don't have to go anywhere you don't want sweetthing“ Twitch promised with some mysteriously acquired tone of authority.
Rev’s eyes closed in relief at the sound of Twitch’s voice and a small smile spread across his lips. He cuddled into the other man again and, his voice a soft murmur. “I’m so damn tired…” He sighed against his lover’s skin. “You boys sure know how to dejuice a man’s battery.” He kissed the soft skin beneath him again. “I’ve never been put through so many paces in my life.”
Twitch smiled with accomplishment before guiding Rev off his chest and into a comfortable spooning position, the seraph guarded by the other occupants of the bed. He wrapped his arms around the meek preacher once more, now staring at the sleeping face of the man the preacher called saint. He started to think about how one explains to a man in a lust-coma that they have adopted an angel into their gang of two. Twitch waited for Mike's eyes to part, as he knew they would after the last tendrils of pleasure wore off. He stared, seeking all kinds of guidance from the gods of lush in this delicate situation.
Mike groaned softly as his eyes slowly opened. His eyes were met by the sight of the sleeping blonde priest and the little devil cuddling him. His mouth twisted into a smirk as he remembered what had happened; the pleasurable agony that had taken place in this very bed. “You were right; I liked your present.” He mumbled out, his voice still a bit slurred by traces of his exhaustion.
Twitch gussied up his best tone of innocents, “Sugarlump, .... can we keep him?”.
Mike looked into the pleading green eyes as the other set belonging to the duplicate fluttered shut in sleep, “Honey, we can't keep people, he has to go back to his home.”
Twitch pouted, “I'm not entirely sure he has one, anyway, just look at him, he BELONGS with me.” Mike's sleep deprived brain implored himself to find a question that would get a straight and serious answer out of the ink-haired imp.
“How did you say you met him again?” Mike sighed and rubbed his temples. Things just didn’t seem to make sense. Twitch wasn’t one to cling to anyone except for him, and yet here he was, clutching to his sleeping doppleganger as if for dear life. Mike sighed, knowing that despite all his logic, despite all his reason, those pouting green eyes would most likely get him in the end.
“I told you daddieo, he came into the Ruby Room and raised all kinds of hell, then we rutted in the alley, .... then we came here.” the snake said like it was the most obvious simple thing in the world and that Mike was a lummox for not understanding.
Mike's tone grew weary and serious, “I mean it Bill, how the hell did you find this guy, you two look like twins, he even sounds like you.”
“I ain’t stretchin’ no truths, Mikey-boy. I was tendin’ to some birds at the end of the bar and he came up and started a holy ruckus.” The snake insisted once more. “Dunno where he came from or how he got here; just glad he did.”
Mike reached out to Twitch who was staring at the sleeping preacher and lifted his chin to meet his gaze, “Billie, are you telling me you honestly have no idea, in the least, at all, how we came upon having an extra-you sleeping in our bed?”
Billie's eyes stared back, “Nope.” Mike stared at them both, at a loss for words, how was he going to handle this? What is expected of him as a sane man to do when you get a duplicate in the lover-department.
“Look at him, Mikey. He ain’t gonna be any trouble.” Billie brushed a bit of hair from the sleeping preacher’s eyes. “He said he didn’t want to leave. And I don’t wanna make him go.”
“Anyway-” Billie continued, heading straight to reason-tempered begging “- he likes you, he calls you 'saint michael', how do you not love that?”. Mike stared flabbergasted at Billie, complete confusion in his blue eyes.
Mike looked between the two identical boys once more and sighed in defeat. “You’ll only keep going until I give in anyways, so there’s no point in arguing. But when we find out where he’s from, he’s going home, you got that?” Mike gave Billie a stern look, both of them knowing that in the end that last statement would mean nothing. The Rev would be staying with them for as long as he liked.
Billie smiled in triumph, he snuggled into the preacher, closing his eyes to sleep.
“Mike?”
“What Billie?”
“Aren't you gonna snuggle too?”
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