Research Subjects Anonymous (Halle/Alle, Tieria, AU)
Index/Timeline
They meet through Research Subjects Anonymous.
Hallelujah drags Allelujah there because it sounds hilarious, and because technically they are. Though test subjects is more accurate in their case; the rest of these people fit the voluntarily participate in studies obsessively bill. According to the speaker, who gave the purple-haired person of questionable gender a sharp look for asking in the first place, "The part where you get paid is the addicting part, typically."
The-- Hallelujah sends princess, with a mental snicker, and Allelujah can't disagree. Not just because it's Hallelujah, but because princess fits this prim-and-proper person to a T.
The princess looks slightly confused. "What if you were born as part of a research project?"
"I believe most of the laws in that regard involve paying parents until the child is eighteen." Allelujah thinks it's pretty interesting, because what if that had happened to them, but Hallelujah has no interest in the questions or the speaker.
"I see," princess says, and sits back in his seat. This is what Hallelujah has interest in. Who, rather.
The interest in Hallelujah's mind is like a feral cat, stalking around, taking a sniff and watching intently enough to make Allelujah squirm because he wants Hallelujah's attention on him. Not some nameless person that might or might not be a lot like them, judging by the questions asked.
The meeting is boring, so Allelujah pushes things into Hallelujah's head. The sensation of Allelujah's mouth on his cock, for one. Subsequently he adds the way it feels for his hands to join in, doing everything they can to make Hallelujah feel good.
Allelujah has to close his eyes to do it, tuning out everything but Hallelujah. Who doesn't do anything other than open his mind wider, make the connection better, and give Allelujah a mental shove that's the equivalent of go on then, show me what you've got.
Unhesitatingly, he does. Not just sensation, but pleasure and arousal to weigh it all down, plus-- Hallelujah's fingers jab into Allelujah's side. Not cruel, just getting his attention, directing him mentally to open his eyes.
And see that damn princess, sitting there pink-cheeked and looking right at them.
Does that mean-- Yes, Hallelujah sends, and his hand goes up to dig into the sides of Allelujah's neck in a very satisfying way. Allelujah doesn't mean to, but he groans anyway.
The buzz of conversation around them suddenly ceases to buzz; the meeting grinds to a halt with one little oh.
"Oops," Hallelujah says, and Allelujah happily leans back into his twin's touch. Hallelujah grins-- the dangerous grin. "Time to go."
Coming with? Allelujah sends to princess, who stands without any response and follows them out.
In the cool night air, Hallelujah slams Allelujah against the first available surface. The side of a car. Allelujah grunts softly at the impact; Hallelujah isn't even using a tenth of his strength. He supposes that sets the tone for the night. But Hallelujah's not going to try stopping the threesome from happening, which is good.
"That's brutal," princess comments, so Allelujah shares via brainwaves his arousal at the rough treatment and the way Hallelujah's now grinding against him.
My name is Tieria, he-- Allelujah knows that part for sure, now-- sends back.
Hallelujah decides to kiss Allelujah. The type of kiss Allelujah can open up to or not; he does, gladly, accepting teeth and tongue and that growling sound Hallelujah makes in the back of his throat sometimes.
Distantly, he thinks that maybe kissing your identical twin brother until both of your mouths and lips are red with new blood isn't the best sort of initial introduction.
Tieria doesn't seem to mind, which sends Allelujah's thoughts briefly back to wondering on similarities-- at least until Hallelujah pulls away a little more and Tieria leans up to kiss Allelujah. Not quite as brutal as Hallelujah but still enjoyable. Especially with the pressure of Tieria's mind against his, and the three-way connection open so wide.
Allelujah gasps desperately into the kiss, and Hallelujah's hips grind down harder against his. He thinks-- No, he doesn't think, he won't, he'll just follow Hallelujah when his twin turns and heads in some direction that is away from here.
The entire walk is delicious, arousing agony; it's needless to say that he loves it, but he says it anyway. When the stranger's, when Tieria's, hands grope his crotch and Hallelujah's claps over his mouth.
You're so-- he starts, but doesn't finish because Hallelujah shuts him down. A trashcan full of dirt on what used to be human bones-- out, just like that. Allelujah groans around Hallelujah's hand, loud but ineffectual.
Quiet, Tieria commands, like he and Hallelujah planned this whole thing out. They probably are, or maybe it's just that they're similar enough to not need it.
Or maybe it's just Tieria's hand inside Allelujah's panties, his lips on Allelujah's ear, his voice in Allelujah's mind. "I knew it, knew you'd wear these." There's a pause, and he continues: "Knew you belonged in these."
Allelujah moans mindlessly but Hallelujah's hand muffles it. Nothing to do. Not until they arrive at what is no doubt Tieria's flat, and then he gets two flashes at once of what he looks like. Tieria's, where he's red-faced and pleasing to the eye, and Hallelujah's, where he's not red-faced enough, still visibly coherent in a way that Hallelujah wants to rip apart. Allelujah shivers at both, and turns around-- halfway.
He's long past being bothered by his twin's-- and his own-- dissident eyes, but they still make him shiver. Because those eyes couldn't possibly belong to anyone else. And they're angry, or jealous. Or both.
Tieria takes off Allelujah's shirt in a swift movement, breaking the tension, but then Hallelujah slams Allelujah back against the wall, Tieria still behind him.
"Warn me," Tieria says aloud, probably looking at Hallelujah, and Hallelujah just bites Allelujah's shoulder. Not hard, at first, then Tieria's fingers start to ghost up Allelujah's sides and he does.
In his head, Allelujah sees the way it looks after Hallelujah pulls away. Their three-way connection's not differentiating anymore, so he doesn't know who sends it. Just knows that Hallelujah's the one that punches the bolt of denied arousal and submission through his mind, his senses. Allelujah literally feels the submission right down to his toes, curling at Tieria biting his ear, and his hands, reaching for nothing when Hallelujah steps away enough for Allelujah to slide to his knees.
"Where you belong." Stereo, one saying and one speaking and he can't tell, and doesn't care, who's who. Doesn't care, at least until Hallelujah's fingers yank his head back via his hair and force his gaze upward. "You don't care, Allelujah?"
Dread and coldness and non-arousal and no, no, no. Allelujah cannot speak around it, for a moment, the moment it takes Hallelujah to let him go and say, "S'pose I'll let him fuck you. I'll just watch."
"No," Allelujah breathes, and gladly takes the punishing slap. "Please, Hallelujah, please, I want you."
Hallelujah's grin is scary, and makes Allelujah's body quake in all the right places while it makes his cock absolutely hard. "Please," he whispers again, for the sake of it. Because Hallelujah likes to hear it.
"Tell you what else I like to hear, you lousy excuse for a bitch," Hallelujah says; Allelujah gladly chokes on Hallelujah's cock, more than he really actually does because Hallelujah's sharing his approval.
Allelujah stares up at his twin, everything and everyone else forgotten. At least until Hallelujah's eyes lift from his and Allelujah feels the coolness of rejection and he, he wants to see, and jerks his head around without permission to see what it is.
Who. Tieria. Looking annoyed. Allelujah shivers, suddenly cold, then Hallelujah shoves him down on the floor and he remembers why he wanted to do this. Distracting and that monster, that wanting to have Hallelujah all to himself, have someone else there so Hallelujah will remember why his twin is better. Remember why it's just them.
And he does. And he is. And Allelujah moans helplessly as Hallelujah pins his arms behind him, squirming only because he knows Hallelujah likes the way it feels to have a lively captive.
He can and does hold still just as easily when Hallelujah growls out an order to. Hold still. Roll over. Open up. Not that you deserve it, but... choke, fucking slut-whore.
Allelujah falls oh-so-easily into the place where the only thing he can do is say yes.
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Tieria doesn't expect-- well, most of the things that happen after he leaves the house today. Finding the flier for the RSA meeting, going to the meeting, making the acquaintance of this pair of twins and subsequently getting invited to join the two of them-- Both of who are currently completely ignoring him.
Rather than try to connect up with Regene for some advice, he decides instead that the only sensible thing to do in this situation is masturbate.
If it weren't for their vastly different personalities, and the way (as far as Tieria can tell) the one called Allelujah's mental space is currently nothing but submission, it might be hard to tell them apart. Possibly. But probably not; even walking from the meeting to outside, they had different strides and--
Allelujah moans, hoarsely, as Hallelujah growls something at him about why he doesn't deserve to be fingered and goes ahead and fingers him anyway, with the lubricant that Regene is constantly leaving about.
Right, Tieria thinks, and plucks up the discarded lubricant, then sits down in his easy chair and unbuttons his jeans. He doesn't bother with underpants, so it's easy to pull his cock out just like that and concentrate on the scene before him.
On Hallelujah kissing Allelujah savagely, and Allelujah grasping at his brother like he's the only thing in Allelujah's world. Which he probably is, typically. Tieria's just an intruder. He thinks about that for a moment and squeezes his cock, making it fully erect.
An intruder, and an observer. Tieria hums his pleasure softly; Hallelujah's eyes flicker over to him and stay there for the length of time it takes Hallelujah to slick himself up and push Allelujah's legs back painfully, then move away again.
No nod, no smile. And no ripping Tieria's guts out the way it looked like he wanted to earlier, when Allelujah was all over Tieria. Sighing happily, his eyes slide closed and he strokes along the shaft of his cock.
Allelujah makes little sounds, like he's trying to stay quiet. The worth of Tieria's guess is proven when he hears the sound of flesh on flesh, like a slap, and in their minds Hallelujah lights up: Make some noise. We have a spectator.
Tieria nearly laughs, because he doesn't care, but Allelujah groans and it goes straight to Tieria's cock in a way Regene's sounds don't. So maybe Hallelujah's right. He licks his lips, watching with brainwaves and listening. Allelujah's moans, Hallelujah's pleased pants, the rustle of fabric, the sound of Hallelujah's cock entering Allelujah. Mentally, there is nearly nothing but submission and acceptance and pleasure. So, so much pleasure.
Tieria makes sure his own is added to the mixture, and opens his eyes. The sight that greets him is Allelujah's head thrown back, mouth hanging open as his fingers grasp at the tassels of Regene's rug, moving with the motion of Hallelujah's body.
They're both half-dressed, wearing their shirts but not their jeans. Mostly. Almost absently, Hallelujah reaches over to where Allelujah's panties have fallen and stuffs them in Allelujah's mouth. Allelujah arches, arches so prettily that Tieria can't stop himself from complimenting him; Hallelujah only growls, "fucking cunt," and pushes into him harder.
Not paying attention to their pace, Tieria sets his own. Faster, and slower, and just watching because-- this is so much better than all of the pornography Regene makes him watch, and all that he's downloaded himself. Much more arousing to feel with quantum brainwaves that they are into each other, that they both love it. And that they know Tieria loves it.
Predictably, Allelujah screams when he comes but this time it's in a way that's not at all forced and makes Tieria surprise himself by coming then and there.
He misses Hallelujah's orgasm somewhere in all of that, and in noticing that Allelujah has gone a bit-- not passed out. Just near it. Incoherent. Laying and drifting.
Wise to their game, Tieria doesn't try to lay down and cuddle with them. He just cleans himself up, and offers them warm washcloths.
Additionally-- an invitation to return, should they ever decide they'd like to include him.
They meet through Research Subjects Anonymous.
Hallelujah drags Allelujah there because it sounds hilarious, and because technically they are. Though test subjects is more accurate in their case; the rest of these people fit the voluntarily participate in studies obsessively bill. According to the speaker, who gave the purple-haired person of questionable gender a sharp look for asking in the first place, "The part where you get paid is the addicting part, typically."
The-- Hallelujah sends princess, with a mental snicker, and Allelujah can't disagree. Not just because it's Hallelujah, but because princess fits this prim-and-proper person to a T.
The princess looks slightly confused. "What if you were born as part of a research project?"
"I believe most of the laws in that regard involve paying parents until the child is eighteen." Allelujah thinks it's pretty interesting, because what if that had happened to them, but Hallelujah has no interest in the questions or the speaker.
"I see," princess says, and sits back in his seat. This is what Hallelujah has interest in. Who, rather.
The interest in Hallelujah's mind is like a feral cat, stalking around, taking a sniff and watching intently enough to make Allelujah squirm because he wants Hallelujah's attention on him. Not some nameless person that might or might not be a lot like them, judging by the questions asked.
The meeting is boring, so Allelujah pushes things into Hallelujah's head. The sensation of Allelujah's mouth on his cock, for one. Subsequently he adds the way it feels for his hands to join in, doing everything they can to make Hallelujah feel good.
Allelujah has to close his eyes to do it, tuning out everything but Hallelujah. Who doesn't do anything other than open his mind wider, make the connection better, and give Allelujah a mental shove that's the equivalent of go on then, show me what you've got.
Unhesitatingly, he does. Not just sensation, but pleasure and arousal to weigh it all down, plus-- Hallelujah's fingers jab into Allelujah's side. Not cruel, just getting his attention, directing him mentally to open his eyes.
And see that damn princess, sitting there pink-cheeked and looking right at them.
Does that mean-- Yes, Hallelujah sends, and his hand goes up to dig into the sides of Allelujah's neck in a very satisfying way. Allelujah doesn't mean to, but he groans anyway.
The buzz of conversation around them suddenly ceases to buzz; the meeting grinds to a halt with one little oh.
"Oops," Hallelujah says, and Allelujah happily leans back into his twin's touch. Hallelujah grins-- the dangerous grin. "Time to go."
Coming with? Allelujah sends to princess, who stands without any response and follows them out.
In the cool night air, Hallelujah slams Allelujah against the first available surface. The side of a car. Allelujah grunts softly at the impact; Hallelujah isn't even using a tenth of his strength. He supposes that sets the tone for the night. But Hallelujah's not going to try stopping the threesome from happening, which is good.
"That's brutal," princess comments, so Allelujah shares via brainwaves his arousal at the rough treatment and the way Hallelujah's now grinding against him.
My name is Tieria, he-- Allelujah knows that part for sure, now-- sends back.
Hallelujah decides to kiss Allelujah. The type of kiss Allelujah can open up to or not; he does, gladly, accepting teeth and tongue and that growling sound Hallelujah makes in the back of his throat sometimes.
Distantly, he thinks that maybe kissing your identical twin brother until both of your mouths and lips are red with new blood isn't the best sort of initial introduction.
Tieria doesn't seem to mind, which sends Allelujah's thoughts briefly back to wondering on similarities-- at least until Hallelujah pulls away a little more and Tieria leans up to kiss Allelujah. Not quite as brutal as Hallelujah but still enjoyable. Especially with the pressure of Tieria's mind against his, and the three-way connection open so wide.
Allelujah gasps desperately into the kiss, and Hallelujah's hips grind down harder against his. He thinks-- No, he doesn't think, he won't, he'll just follow Hallelujah when his twin turns and heads in some direction that is away from here.
The entire walk is delicious, arousing agony; it's needless to say that he loves it, but he says it anyway. When the stranger's, when Tieria's, hands grope his crotch and Hallelujah's claps over his mouth.
You're so-- he starts, but doesn't finish because Hallelujah shuts him down. A trashcan full of dirt on what used to be human bones-- out, just like that. Allelujah groans around Hallelujah's hand, loud but ineffectual.
Quiet, Tieria commands, like he and Hallelujah planned this whole thing out. They probably are, or maybe it's just that they're similar enough to not need it.
Or maybe it's just Tieria's hand inside Allelujah's panties, his lips on Allelujah's ear, his voice in Allelujah's mind. "I knew it, knew you'd wear these." There's a pause, and he continues: "Knew you belonged in these."
Allelujah moans mindlessly but Hallelujah's hand muffles it. Nothing to do. Not until they arrive at what is no doubt Tieria's flat, and then he gets two flashes at once of what he looks like. Tieria's, where he's red-faced and pleasing to the eye, and Hallelujah's, where he's not red-faced enough, still visibly coherent in a way that Hallelujah wants to rip apart. Allelujah shivers at both, and turns around-- halfway.
He's long past being bothered by his twin's-- and his own-- dissident eyes, but they still make him shiver. Because those eyes couldn't possibly belong to anyone else. And they're angry, or jealous. Or both.
Tieria takes off Allelujah's shirt in a swift movement, breaking the tension, but then Hallelujah slams Allelujah back against the wall, Tieria still behind him.
"Warn me," Tieria says aloud, probably looking at Hallelujah, and Hallelujah just bites Allelujah's shoulder. Not hard, at first, then Tieria's fingers start to ghost up Allelujah's sides and he does.
In his head, Allelujah sees the way it looks after Hallelujah pulls away. Their three-way connection's not differentiating anymore, so he doesn't know who sends it. Just knows that Hallelujah's the one that punches the bolt of denied arousal and submission through his mind, his senses. Allelujah literally feels the submission right down to his toes, curling at Tieria biting his ear, and his hands, reaching for nothing when Hallelujah steps away enough for Allelujah to slide to his knees.
"Where you belong." Stereo, one saying and one speaking and he can't tell, and doesn't care, who's who. Doesn't care, at least until Hallelujah's fingers yank his head back via his hair and force his gaze upward. "You don't care, Allelujah?"
Dread and coldness and non-arousal and no, no, no. Allelujah cannot speak around it, for a moment, the moment it takes Hallelujah to let him go and say, "S'pose I'll let him fuck you. I'll just watch."
"No," Allelujah breathes, and gladly takes the punishing slap. "Please, Hallelujah, please, I want you."
Hallelujah's grin is scary, and makes Allelujah's body quake in all the right places while it makes his cock absolutely hard. "Please," he whispers again, for the sake of it. Because Hallelujah likes to hear it.
"Tell you what else I like to hear, you lousy excuse for a bitch," Hallelujah says; Allelujah gladly chokes on Hallelujah's cock, more than he really actually does because Hallelujah's sharing his approval.
Allelujah stares up at his twin, everything and everyone else forgotten. At least until Hallelujah's eyes lift from his and Allelujah feels the coolness of rejection and he, he wants to see, and jerks his head around without permission to see what it is.
Who. Tieria. Looking annoyed. Allelujah shivers, suddenly cold, then Hallelujah shoves him down on the floor and he remembers why he wanted to do this. Distracting and that monster, that wanting to have Hallelujah all to himself, have someone else there so Hallelujah will remember why his twin is better. Remember why it's just them.
And he does. And he is. And Allelujah moans helplessly as Hallelujah pins his arms behind him, squirming only because he knows Hallelujah likes the way it feels to have a lively captive.
He can and does hold still just as easily when Hallelujah growls out an order to. Hold still. Roll over. Open up. Not that you deserve it, but... choke, fucking slut-whore.
Allelujah falls oh-so-easily into the place where the only thing he can do is say yes.
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Tieria doesn't expect-- well, most of the things that happen after he leaves the house today. Finding the flier for the RSA meeting, going to the meeting, making the acquaintance of this pair of twins and subsequently getting invited to join the two of them-- Both of who are currently completely ignoring him.
Rather than try to connect up with Regene for some advice, he decides instead that the only sensible thing to do in this situation is masturbate.
If it weren't for their vastly different personalities, and the way (as far as Tieria can tell) the one called Allelujah's mental space is currently nothing but submission, it might be hard to tell them apart. Possibly. But probably not; even walking from the meeting to outside, they had different strides and--
Allelujah moans, hoarsely, as Hallelujah growls something at him about why he doesn't deserve to be fingered and goes ahead and fingers him anyway, with the lubricant that Regene is constantly leaving about.
Right, Tieria thinks, and plucks up the discarded lubricant, then sits down in his easy chair and unbuttons his jeans. He doesn't bother with underpants, so it's easy to pull his cock out just like that and concentrate on the scene before him.
On Hallelujah kissing Allelujah savagely, and Allelujah grasping at his brother like he's the only thing in Allelujah's world. Which he probably is, typically. Tieria's just an intruder. He thinks about that for a moment and squeezes his cock, making it fully erect.
An intruder, and an observer. Tieria hums his pleasure softly; Hallelujah's eyes flicker over to him and stay there for the length of time it takes Hallelujah to slick himself up and push Allelujah's legs back painfully, then move away again.
No nod, no smile. And no ripping Tieria's guts out the way it looked like he wanted to earlier, when Allelujah was all over Tieria. Sighing happily, his eyes slide closed and he strokes along the shaft of his cock.
Allelujah makes little sounds, like he's trying to stay quiet. The worth of Tieria's guess is proven when he hears the sound of flesh on flesh, like a slap, and in their minds Hallelujah lights up: Make some noise. We have a spectator.
Tieria nearly laughs, because he doesn't care, but Allelujah groans and it goes straight to Tieria's cock in a way Regene's sounds don't. So maybe Hallelujah's right. He licks his lips, watching with brainwaves and listening. Allelujah's moans, Hallelujah's pleased pants, the rustle of fabric, the sound of Hallelujah's cock entering Allelujah. Mentally, there is nearly nothing but submission and acceptance and pleasure. So, so much pleasure.
Tieria makes sure his own is added to the mixture, and opens his eyes. The sight that greets him is Allelujah's head thrown back, mouth hanging open as his fingers grasp at the tassels of Regene's rug, moving with the motion of Hallelujah's body.
They're both half-dressed, wearing their shirts but not their jeans. Mostly. Almost absently, Hallelujah reaches over to where Allelujah's panties have fallen and stuffs them in Allelujah's mouth. Allelujah arches, arches so prettily that Tieria can't stop himself from complimenting him; Hallelujah only growls, "fucking cunt," and pushes into him harder.
Not paying attention to their pace, Tieria sets his own. Faster, and slower, and just watching because-- this is so much better than all of the pornography Regene makes him watch, and all that he's downloaded himself. Much more arousing to feel with quantum brainwaves that they are into each other, that they both love it. And that they know Tieria loves it.
Predictably, Allelujah screams when he comes but this time it's in a way that's not at all forced and makes Tieria surprise himself by coming then and there.
He misses Hallelujah's orgasm somewhere in all of that, and in noticing that Allelujah has gone a bit-- not passed out. Just near it. Incoherent. Laying and drifting.
Wise to their game, Tieria doesn't try to lay down and cuddle with them. He just cleans himself up, and offers them warm washcloths.
Additionally-- an invitation to return, should they ever decide they'd like to include him.