Never had Cary felt more hatred for anyone than that loathsome artist, not even for his own parents. "I'll take him up on that offer." he declared. Without bothering to listen to Darcy - because the last thing he needed was to hear his brother pleading for him to not hurt "such a beautiful man's priceless work" - the younger twin hurried to the art classroom he memorized from the map. Stepping inside, he faltered at the sight of someone else in the room. Hayden kept his head tilted but his eyes closed, organizing his thoughts. how many minutes has it been yet? Twelve? Thirty? Four? He wondered when he would get to the age were minutes were years. Suddenly, a sharp pair of scents snapped the hybrid from his thoughts and reminded him of his growing hunger. He opened his eyes and looked at the two, or more the tense boy with glasses. "Oh, are you two here for class? Sorry, but it's already over." he said. Sunlight poured out the open windows and did the teacher justice, adding a dreamy flare around his kind appearance. But be it a beautiful artist or a handsome teacher, Cary couldn't care less. His mind was elsewhere, and he wasn't going to be distracted by petty attractions. He would, however, mask his murderous glare with a friendly smirk, not wanting to make the teacher suspicious. "That's not it. I was wondering if you knew where Peter Shell's supplies were. He asked me to bring some over to him." "His supplies?" Hayden asked, eyebrows furrowing. Why couldn't Peter come get them himself? Oh, wait, he got it. That friend of Peter's must have wanted something touched up as soon as he got there, and he couldn't bear to tell the hybrid. Hayden turned his head away from the twins and let out a bitter chuckle. Twenty minutes my a**, he thought. Turning back to the two, he nudged his head to the desk next to him, which still had an easel in front of it. "His stuff should be inside the desk." Cary nodded and moved to it.
...so all I can do is be alone. Cary Valentine
Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 10:05 pm
Awesome nerd
Darcy Valentine_________________________
"Oh yeah? Rules? Well rules were made to be broken. AND YOUR NECK COULD BE BROKEN!"
Darcy was conflicted, leaning on a random desk once inside the room and staring at his brother. He glanced at the handsome teacher carelessly, looking back to his brother and crossing his arms. "Brother, stop. This... This isn't right!" he hissed, quiet enough in an attempt to keep the teacher from hearing. Knowing he couldn't stop him, the blonde turned his attention to the Australian. "So, you're Shell's teacher, huh? He's really talented."
Hayden didn't seem to share Darcy's enthusiasm. On the contrary, the thought of Peter made him tired (and hungry). "Yeah, but at what cost?" he sighed, moving one hand to rub the back of his head. "I once heard a tale that people would make a deal with the Devil. They'd become talented, but in return they had no time for anything else but that talent. I used to think it was just a story, but hey, first time for everything." he murmured. Dammit, the least Peter could have done was send him a text, but he must've been too damn busy for that, too! Well he was done. He was tired of biding his time like an obedient pup. He was tired of being strung around like a toy! Turning to the twins, he asked bluntly, "So you two are homosexuals, right?" he asked, noticing the smaller of the two hesitate. "I beg your pardon?" Cary snapped up to look at the teacher who didn't seem to care about his question. That carefree expression reminded him off... Clenching his jaw, the blonde looked back into the desk. "I asked if you two are attracted to men. Don't ask me how, I'm just good at noticing these things." he smirked while nonchalantly scratching his nose.
...so all I can do is be alone. Cary Valentine
Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 10:25 pm
Awesome nerd
Darcy Valentine_________________________
"Oh yeah? Rules? Well rules were made to be broken. AND YOUR NECK COULD BE BROKEN!"
"Good guess, then," said Darcy, a bit stunned by the suddenness of the question. He stood up straight, walking over to his brother and standing by him protectively. "Yeah, we're gay, the both of us. Are you?" By the time that Darcy asked that question, a small notebook dropped out of the desk and onto the chair and with a quiet slap. The notebook was supposed to be a present for Hayden, dedicated to him with a sweet insert that almost was too sweet to be written by Peter. The notebook was filled to the brim with drawings, sketches of Hayden asleep, laughing, holding Peter in his arms, all of that. It coincided with the insert, that thanked Hayden for being so kind to him, for making him feel loved and beautiful, and that he was finally truly happy being with him.
But Hayden didn't see it. He had not intention of looking at anymore of Peter's work, of anymore people the artist preferred to stare at than him. And so, with his eyes shining hungrily, the Australian moved towards the two, hands digging into his pocket. He stood a few feet away from Darcy, giving him a smile that both challenged him to throw a punch and radiated lust, but not as much as his eyes. "Yeah, I am, and I've always wanted to be with twins." he said, his voice mesmerizing. Using his incubus powers, he latched on to any form of attraction the two may have had on him. And Cary fell prey to it. It started when he heard Hayden's new voice, which was soothing enough to pluck him out of his inferno of fury. He dreamily lifted his head and caught his breath when he found himself closer to the teacher. Was this how Darcy felt when he saw that artist? Now he understood. This man was perfection embodied! That smile that could inspire thousands of artists, those muscles that competed against his brothers, those eyes that played nice but held so much depth...! Cary blinked out of his dazed state when he felt something stir inside him. Or outside. He glanced down and inhaled sharply when he saw that his body was aroused. Blushing deeply, he set his hands over his crotch to hide it, praying that nobody saw. Hayden's laughter gave it away, but instead of feeling even more embarrassed, Cary couldn't help but swoon.
...so all I can do is be alone. Cary Valentine
Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 10:43 pm
Awesome nerd
Darcy Valentine_________________________
"Oh yeah? Rules? Well rules were made to be broken. AND YOUR NECK COULD BE BROKEN!"
Darcy, like his brother, couldn't hold back the attraction, although initially disgusted by the man's words. He always wanted to be with twins? Pfft, Darcy hadn't even been with Cary! What made this guy think that he could seduce them and convince them... to... Holy crap, the guy's hot. "Brother," he breathed, one hand going to his twin's waist as his own erection started up, hazy gaze on Hayden. It was as if he was staring at the young Mr. Shell once again, except amplified. He'd never wanted anyone more, not even Cary, and he was throbbing behind white slacks in is desire. He smirked teasingly, his hand leaving Cary and touching his own blazer, opening it further as if not ashamed of his hardness. "Then be with us," he said, tone cocky and slightly challenging.
The scent of forbidden love; the scent of sin. Hayden had to admit, even he felt allured by such a dish. How would they taste, he wondered. Stepping closer to the two, he wrapped an index finger around each of their belt loops and leaned in so that his mouth was between both of their ears. "Why don't I help you two with your problem, first?" he offered in a velvet voice.
...so all I can do is be alone. Cary Valentine
Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 10:59 pm
Peter Shell
Peter hummed to himself as he walked back into the building, pleased with himself. He was getting back around three minutes earlier than he predicted, having raced to his friend's place, given her the painting, and raced back in record time. The teen grinned at the thought that he would be having sex with Hayden in so little time, so remarkably excited by it. Being with Hayden was the best part of his day, although he'd never admit it it out loud, and he was excited to give Hayden his present. The artist turned the doorknob, smiling happily as he stepped inside. "Hayden, I'm ba-" He froze, eyes widening and dropping the empty carrier as he took in the scene he was met with.
Cary and Darcy were locked in a passionate kiss, both unsure of if it was from their own feelings or the strange attraction that had fallen over them like a fog. Cary sat atop a desk, one hand keeping him up from behind, the other clinging to the back of Darcy's neck as he stared at the similar face that kissed him. Darcy stood at the corner of the desk, both hands planted on the desk to both pin his brother down and stay up himself. Beneath them crouched the art teacher, one hand wrapped around Darcy's area to make time for his next meal go by fast. His other hand rested on Cary's inner thigh, pushing it away so he could have enough room to fit between the legs and consume what was inside. Cary's breathing grew heavier and heavier as Hayden's mouth worked its magic, and soon enough the smaller blonde moaned into his brother's mouth as he fed the incubus.
Hayden wiped stray liquid off his chin with his forearm, the taste of sinful love enough to get him through the day. Before he could start his next meal, however, he sensed another person inside the room and looked over to see who it was. He hesitated at the sight of the artist. What, did he have a change of heart and decide to tell him in person that he was going to spend the rest of his day painting? How sweet. Although there was some confusion in his eyes, disgruntlement surrounded it on his face. "Back so soon?" was his only reply as he looked at the artist dead in the eyes.
...so all I can do is be alone. Cary Valentine
Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 10:48 pm
Peter Shell
Peter was silent for a moment, eyes filling with a pain that he didn't know he could feel. At Hayden's words, the teen swallowed back what tears were forming and walked over, swinging back his arm and slapping Hayden's cheek with the most amount of force that he could muster. He held his hand by the wrist to his chest, shaking as he finally spoke. "You... You couldn't wait twenty minutes?" he whispered, voice thick as a tear fell from each eye. "I thought that you'd changed. Thank you for proving me wrong." The teen turned on his heel and strode out of the room as quickly as he could, breaking into a run once he was out of the room and heaving his chest from the sobs he felt coming. But he wouldn't let Hayden hear them. Cheaters didn't deserve to hear them.
Back inside, Darcy was snapped from his lustful haze by the slap he heard, yanking out of the kiss. His eyes, shocked and confused were on his brother, a thin stream of saliva connecting their mouths still. He blinked, then wiped his mouth and Cary's. "What's going on?" he asked his brother before looking down to the couple that were breaking up in front of them. He reached down to pull his pants back on and buckle them, angry eyes on the incubus. "What the hell did you do to us?!" he demanded, fingers already working on fixing his younger brother's clothes.
Hayden's head snapped to the side from impact, his hair falling in front of his face. He looked down at Peter as a red mark began to form on his cheek, but that wasn't what got his attention. Twenty minutes? What was he talking about? He was going to stay the rest of the day, wasn't he? Don't tell him he had it all wrong! "Peter..." he started, but the artist turned around and dashed off. He cursed under his breath and was about to give chase when the twins regained their senses. He looked at them then the hallway then back at them. "I'll explain later!" he said in a hurried tone and ran out of the room. "Peter!" he called out while following his scent.
Meanwhile, Cary still sat in his daze, overwhelmed by the relaxation that usually followed an orgasm. He barely registered his brother's actions and lazily shooed his hands away to take care of his own clothes.
...so all I can do is be alone. Cary Valentine
Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 11:11 pm
Peter Shell
Peter stopped as he heard his name, hands on the door and wind rushing in at him. He looked back to Hayden, the tears streaming down his face by now, a rare sight for a young man who was so adamant about not showing his emotions. "I hate you!" he cried before forcing himself out of the building. His long legs directed him to his car, trembling fingers almost keeping his from unlocking it, getting in, and starting it. He forced himself to top crying, roughly wiping away the tears as he sped off, burning rubber in his attempt to get as far away from the man as possible. In his mind, the young man resolved not to forgive that idiot. No, no he'd do worse. He'd make him pay. He'd make him regret what he'd done. This was worse than just dumping him. This... This was war.
Darcy growled at Cary's actions, smacking his hands away and finishing his work. "Damn it, I can't believe you, Cary!" he snapped, his temper taking control of himself as he practically threw his brother's glasses at him. It took everything in him not to smack the daylights out of his little brother.
"Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former."
Cary blinked back to reality when he heard Darcy yell at him. "What are you getting uppity about?" he snapped back as he put his glasses on. "If I recall, you were the one who invited him to do whatever it is he did to us! You've no right to put this on me!" he justified.
Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2014 12:26 am
Awesome nerd
Darcy Valentine_________________________
"Oh yeah? Rules? Well rules were made to be broken. AND YOUR NECK COULD BE BROKEN!"
"I didn't want to come in here in the first place!" he protested, fists clenching as his anger grew. No, it didn't just grow. It multiplied, and fast. "God, you're such a... such a... Cary, you're such a f_cking BRAT!" His last word was shouted, the room practically rumbling. "I give you everything, everything, and I ask for nothing in return. All I want is your love, and I have to resort to allowing a disgusting... whatever he was touch me just to get it. Well, that's it. I've finally had enough!" He raised his hand, having to stop himself from slapping his ambitious twin. "Cary, you're self-centered, rude, jealous, and cruel. You don't care about anyone's feelings, not even mine, and I'm the only family you have. You just care about getting what you want, and you use anyone willing to help you. You only encouraged my feelings for you because of my muscle, because of my adoration for you, my desire to protect you and give you the world. But nothing I did was good enough for you, nothing I did was sufficient to your cause." Darcy stopped, his harsh tone swallowed back and replaced with a much softer one, as if it would lessen the blow of his decision. "So, I'm leaving you, Cary. It's not like you'll miss me. You'll just find someone else to occupy my spot as your bodyguard, won't you?" The blonde didn't wait for an answer, tired and head hurting from all his yelling. He couldn't do it any longer, so he wouldn't. It wasn't worth the heartache anymore.
"Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former."
Cary's eyes widened when Darcy exploded in front of him. He couldn't even talk back, his brother was too focused on his bottled up emotions to listen ot reason. Cary tried, though. He opened his mouth to argue, but the bigger twin raised his hand to strike him, making him grow pale. He pressed his back against the desk and nervously gripped the edges while staring at the hand with wide eyes. His eyes only moved back down when Darcy announced that he was leaving. "What?" he breathed. His heartbeat began to speed up and blood pounded against his ears. "What are you talking about? Get back here!" he yelled and tried to chase him down, but his legs were still weak from Hayden's work. The younger twin gripped onto the door frame to keep his knees from buckling and watched helplessly as his brother stormed off. "You idiot! Don't you ever listen to reason?! ... Fine! Go! Go be with that artist you love so damn much! I don't need you!" he practically screeched. Anyone who would have looked at Cary, however, would see the exact opposite. Tears forcing their way out of those stubborn eyes, Cary lost his grip on the door frame and slowly slid down to his knees. The image of Darcy's retreating figure grew smaller with each step. "... Don't go." Cary whimpered through his tears. The shrinking figure became blurred as the wall of tears covered his eyes. "Come back..." But he didn't. The only family he had ever had, the only friend he had ever had, walked away from his life forever. The weight of it all hung over Cary like Atlus with the Earth. His entire body trembling with cries that wanted to break out, Cary grit his teeth to keep them at bay and shut his eyes tight. He was a self-centered and cruel man, was he? Everything he did was for himself? "You idiot..." Cary cried quietly and covered his eyes with his sleeve.
