Ficlet.
Title: Conduit.
Pairing: Bill/Tom, Bill/Andreas/Tom, Bill/Andreas, Tom/Andreas
Rating: R
Summary: They always find an excuse. They always find a way
Warnings: Angst.
AN: Written for my poor, sweet claireyfairy1.
It was, from a certain perspective, a sort of charity: a way to let the twins be together, without being together.
Andreas had even been the one to suggest it, jokingly at first, gauging seriousness as they worked up through teasing and pretence at distaste, through genuine consideration and into agreement. When they realised there wasn't one among them who wasn't deadly serious, the jokes came to an end.
At their next liberty, they began. None of them was a pornstar, they weren't all that experienced, so it took time. It started with Andreas fucking Bill, and wasn't that the fantasy of a lifetime? Tom watched, stroking himself as Bill cried out in pain and pleasure, the longing in Tom's eyes so intense that Andreas had to turn away.
Weeks later, another visit and Tom was fucking Andreas, leaning over him from behind, keeping his eyes tight shut. When Andi turned his flushed, sweat-glistened face to Bill, he met closed eyes there, too.
Knowledge and experience built, walls broke down and they relaxed. It became more playful and they found they could all share. Bill and Tom didn't touch, of course, but they were all there, they talked, they teased, they acknowledged one another. Their arousals made them blush and when Bill went down on Andreas, Tom's moan crossed paths with Andi's between their lips.
Andreas was a god, fucked and fucking both sides of the dream, the two most craved beings in half the world. He could not feel sorry for himself, because they also loved him so, but he longed for more, to bring them closer still, to feel the warmth of the twins surround him.
So Tom fucked Andreas and Andreas fucked Bill. Separate for so long and then finally together. Slow and careful and not always very graceful, Tom's thrusts moved hard flesh and desire in Bill but Bill wasn't fucking his brother. This was a whole third party away from incest. Bill and Tom didn't even kiss, save the same not-quite chaste kisses that made their friends so uncomfortable.
And that was that; so incredible, so intense, between the twins when they were at their most vulnerable; their most visceral. Andreas shared their pleasure and their pain and, for these little whiles, he was a part of something that exceeded reality.
That was where he was, between Bill's spread knees, merciless rhythm dictated by the beast at his back, when he first heard with clarity the break in Tom's voice as he whispered his soulmate's name.
That was where he was again, lying on his side with Bill's glistening back stretched out in his embrace, when he felt Bill's hand leave his hip and reach out blindly behind them both, in a moment of raw craving, searching for a touch he wasn't permitted.
This is where he lies, post-coital, even though Bill has rolled away from him, to try and sleep and pretend not to cry. Even though Tom has left to shower and do the same, he is still between them. This is when he realises his need to stop.
Between the twins was a perfect place, a blessed place, and a place no man has the right to be.
This is where he will be, one last time, he decides, when he will force their hands together and make them come with their fingers entwined.
He is sure they won't even notice that he isn't there, the next time.
They've outgrown the need for protection. They've been fucking each other for years.
Pairing: Bill/Tom, Bill/Andreas/Tom, Bill/Andreas, Tom/Andreas
Rating: R
Summary: They always find an excuse. They always find a way
Warnings: Angst.
AN: Written for my poor, sweet claireyfairy1.
It was, from a certain perspective, a sort of charity: a way to let the twins be together, without being together.
Andreas had even been the one to suggest it, jokingly at first, gauging seriousness as they worked up through teasing and pretence at distaste, through genuine consideration and into agreement. When they realised there wasn't one among them who wasn't deadly serious, the jokes came to an end.
At their next liberty, they began. None of them was a pornstar, they weren't all that experienced, so it took time. It started with Andreas fucking Bill, and wasn't that the fantasy of a lifetime? Tom watched, stroking himself as Bill cried out in pain and pleasure, the longing in Tom's eyes so intense that Andreas had to turn away.
Weeks later, another visit and Tom was fucking Andreas, leaning over him from behind, keeping his eyes tight shut. When Andi turned his flushed, sweat-glistened face to Bill, he met closed eyes there, too.
Knowledge and experience built, walls broke down and they relaxed. It became more playful and they found they could all share. Bill and Tom didn't touch, of course, but they were all there, they talked, they teased, they acknowledged one another. Their arousals made them blush and when Bill went down on Andreas, Tom's moan crossed paths with Andi's between their lips.
Andreas was a god, fucked and fucking both sides of the dream, the two most craved beings in half the world. He could not feel sorry for himself, because they also loved him so, but he longed for more, to bring them closer still, to feel the warmth of the twins surround him.
So Tom fucked Andreas and Andreas fucked Bill. Separate for so long and then finally together. Slow and careful and not always very graceful, Tom's thrusts moved hard flesh and desire in Bill but Bill wasn't fucking his brother. This was a whole third party away from incest. Bill and Tom didn't even kiss, save the same not-quite chaste kisses that made their friends so uncomfortable.
And that was that; so incredible, so intense, between the twins when they were at their most vulnerable; their most visceral. Andreas shared their pleasure and their pain and, for these little whiles, he was a part of something that exceeded reality.
That was where he was, between Bill's spread knees, merciless rhythm dictated by the beast at his back, when he first heard with clarity the break in Tom's voice as he whispered his soulmate's name.
That was where he was again, lying on his side with Bill's glistening back stretched out in his embrace, when he felt Bill's hand leave his hip and reach out blindly behind them both, in a moment of raw craving, searching for a touch he wasn't permitted.
This is where he lies, post-coital, even though Bill has rolled away from him, to try and sleep and pretend not to cry. Even though Tom has left to shower and do the same, he is still between them. This is when he realises his need to stop.
Between the twins was a perfect place, a blessed place, and a place no man has the right to be.
This is where he will be, one last time, he decides, when he will force their hands together and make them come with their fingers entwined.
He is sure they won't even notice that he isn't there, the next time.
They've outgrown the need for protection. They've been fucking each other for years.