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A loud echo sounds as you knock on the heavy doors. Despite knowing that few will dare to even come close to Sylus's residence, you feel uneasy having to wait too long for someone to open. The N109 Zone holds more dangers than you'd care to find out about right now and on one hand, it scares you… but on the other, it's quite thrilling. Part of the reason why you love your job as a Hunter is because of the excitement it brings, though you'd never admit it to anyone - and you deny it to whoever happens to make a correct guess. That doesn't mean you want to be attacked on a friend's doorstep, however.
Growing impatient, you raise your hand up high to knock again, but your knuckles meet air as the doors suddenly swing open.
"Watch what you do with that fist of yours."
Inches away from your hand is a crow mask, concealing the face of an unflinching man. You relax and let out a sigh. Which twin is this?
"Aww, I thought you'd be happier to see me than that."
Judging by the playfulness dancing around in his tone of voice, you discern that this is Luke. You reckon his brother isn't far behind. But...
"Where's Sylus?" you ask while peering behind the man's shoulder.
"Busy. Something came up so he had to leave for a meeting." He keeps talking as he turns around to leave, clearly expecting you to follow. "But don't worry, Kieran and I are great company."
With no other choice, you walk with Luke down a few hallways to a room you haven't been in before. The evening moonlight is all that illuminates the space, save for a warmly glowing desk lamp on a coffee table in the center. Two leather sofas line opposite sides of the table and on one of them, the other twin sits expectantly.
"How nice of you to come visit us instead of the boss for once," Kieran quips.
"It's this or wait for him outside."
"Lucky for you, we have a sense of hospitality," he continues as Luke sits down next to him. With movement that almost seems rehearsed, they both motion at you to sit on the sofa opposite them.
When you slide onto the comfortable seating, it's as if the twins take this as a sign to relax. Luke leans back on the armrest and sighs as he faces the ceiling.
"So, what brings you here this late?" he asks flippantly. "Need the boss to bail you out of trouble?"
You laugh mirthlessly, the wording of his question paired with his condescending tone annoying you. While you normally wouldn't mind it, seeing as you've grown closer to the siblings and you're well-aware of their teasing nature, you don't feel like being questioned tonight.
"That's between Sylus and I."
Kieran leans forward and tilts his head ever so slightly. "Oh, you can tell us. His business is our business."
"Only this is my business, no?" You narrow your eyes at him. He chuckles, and Luke smoothly takes over as if this conversation were a relay race.
"You have to know that vague answers just make us even more determined to find out."
"Fine," you sigh, throwing your hands up in surrender. "What if I just wanted to come see him for no reason at all?"
"At this hour? There's most definitely a reason."
While his brother speaks, Kieran taps his masked face as if he's making it clear that the gears in his head are turning.
"Is that so?" you say, trying to make sure your face doesn't give anything away. "And what do you propose that reason is?"
The two twins eye each other for a second. Having as close of a bond as they do, you imagine one look is all they need to communicate. Your theory is quickly proven to be true once their gazes fall back on you and they speak in unison when answering your question.
"You want him."
You blink at them. A nervous laugh escapes you, and you lean into it to hide the blush you feel creeping onto your face. "You two are hilarious. I knew you were pranksters, but not comedians!"
Your giggles die out when you realize Luke has moved to sit on your left. He leans in and gently lifts your chin with his index finger. While you can't see his face behind the mask, you sense that he's studying you.
"If it's so funny, then why are you visibly flustered right now?"
You frown and push his hand away. "Maybe because you're so close..! Talk about invasion of personal space."
You feel a warmth radiate from your right, and you turn to face Kieran who's now also beside you. "All we've done is ask you a few innocent questions."
You shake your head. "There's nothing innocent about you."
"We could say the same about you."
It's as if someone flicked a switch to suddenly load the air with tension. The room is silent, but you swear your heartbeat is echoing between the walls. Why is it so loud? Through his mask you can see Kieran eyeing the pulse point on your neck. Does he hear it too?
Luke chuckles softly, but you refuse to look away from Kieran in what you tell yourself is an act of defiance. You're afraid that one wrong move will make all your secrets spill out... and you really don't want them to find out what's currently racing through your mind.
"Don't forget, we've been watching you for a while now. We know you better than you think." The last sentence lingers in the air for a few seconds until Luke speaks again. "Don't you agree, Kieran?"
Your heart skips a beat as you notice a glint in Kieran's eye that you haven't seen in either of the twins before. Worried that you'll give your emotions away, you clear your throat and turn to the coffee table. "This joke is weird, even for the two of you. Just get to the point."
"The point," Kieran says, "is that we've seen what you're like behind closed doors."
You freeze in place once again. This time not out of feigned bravado, but out of actual surprise. What on earth are they implying? You all of a sudden can't help but feel trapped. It doesn't help that they both slightly tower over you even when seated. Still, not a single Hunter instinct is telling you to fight it.
Luke leans in so close you can feel his breath on your ear. You find yourself acutely aware of the goosebumps forming on your skin. "We've seen you... entertaining yourself," he murmurs, "late at night. We've heard the vibrations. The sighs."
"The way you moan his name." Kieran's voice is also quieter now, to match that of his brother's. It's a wonder you can even hear them over the sound of your own pulse, now louder than before.
The heat rises to your cheeks. Your instincts are still not telling you to fight, but you notice they're not telling you to leave, either. Eyes still fixed on the coffee table, you speak. "What... what I do in my own apartment has nothing to do with you! I thought we were friends."
"What makes you think we aren't?" Luke asks, to which you scoff.
"Last I checked, friends don't spy on each other."
"Don't you think friends should know everything about one another?"
You don't know how to respond, but you don't have to. This time, it's Kieran who grabs your chin. It's a gesture that you should deem invasive but that instead only feels comforting with how gentle his touch is.
"So you don't deny it," he mumbles. As you're made to look at him, something about his demeanor reassures you that what he says next is true. "Don't worry. We won't tell him."
His eyes shift to land on your mouth, and you're promptly very aware of your own shaky breath. He lets go of your chin, but his gaze remains. It's like he can see right through you. "Naughty little thing, aren't you?"
Caught off guard by his words, you hear yourself softly gasp. A heat ignites in your stomach… a feeling you never thought these two could stir within you. Anger? Embarrassment? Or something entirely different?
After observing your response, Luke stands up and makes his way to the double doors. "Unfortunately, boss isn't here right now." The doors close with a soft click and when he turns around, the intensity in his eyes makes you swallow as they lock onto yours. Walking back towards the sofa, his steps are slow and almost hesitant at first - but by the time he reaches you, they are nothing but determined. "Good thing we're here to help."
He comes to a stop right in front of you and as he leans down, he tilts his mask up just enough to reveal his lips before meeting yours. The sudden contact makes you almost fall backward, but his arms envelop and support you. His grip is tender, yet betrays a hint of desperation. He's been waiting for this.
And you realize that deep down, so have you.
Your hesitation soon gives way to an eagerness so evident that you feel Luke smirk. After seconds that feel too few, he stands up straight so as to make room for his twin. You turn to Kieran and before he can do it himself, you move his mask out of the way. His lips are soft as they meet yours in a kiss that is more tender, more in control, than that of his brother's. One of his hands wraps around the small of your back, and you melt into his touch.When you pull back, he returns his mask to its former position.
Luke, sitting on your left again, croons into your neck. "Mm. She likes it." His voice against your skin is soon replaced by gentle kisses, and you feel your breathing involuntary speed up.
Meanwhile, Kieran places a hand on one of your knees while keeping his eyes fixed on you. "What would boss think if he saw her like this?" He slowly, agonizingly so, moves up your thigh as he speaks. "Blushing... Panting..." He withdraws right before reaching your center, and you whimper at the unexpected lack of touch. Something in his eyes shifts at the sound. "And because of us, no less."
He grabs your wrists with one of his hands and holds them over your head. The other softly caresses your cheek before it slides down your neck and stops on your chest. You gasp as one of Luke's hands wraps around you and lands there too, both of them now massaging you over the silky fabric.
"As much as we enjoy the thought of you being the one to capture his heart," he whispers, "we can't help but want a taste, too." Luke lightly bites your ear before continuing. "Make sure you'll be good for him. You don't mind, do you?"
Lightheaded, it takes you a second to collect your thoughts before you shake your head. "Keep going."
While they could already tell you were on board, the verbal confirmation spurs them on. You've been facing Kieran the whole time, but when Luke's kisses cease and you feel him move away from you, it prompts you to turn toward him. Arms still held in place by Kieran's firm grasp, you're unable to fulfil your desire to touch them, to pull them closer. The thought makes you squirm which causes a grin to form on Luke's still uncovered lips. "Frustrated, huh? Let's help you feel less restricted."
He leans in to kiss you again at the same time as his fingers begin deftly moving over your blouse. Once unbuttoned, which feels like an eternity later, his kisses trail down your neck little by little to eventually reach the mound of your breasts. You feel teeth scrape against your skin before your bra unclasps and his tongue starts gliding over your sensitive spots, coaxing a moan out of you.
As if losing his patience from hearing you make such noises, Kieran's hand returns to your thigh. Swiftly moving it along your hip and stopping at your waistband, he unbuttons your jeans and dips under the fabric. The feeling of him touching the lace of your lingerie, the only thing separating the two of you, makes you whimper. He starts moving in smooth circles as he purrs in your ear. "It may not be what you expected tonight, but it's clear that you enjoy it."
You impatiently buck your hips to increase pressure, proving his words true. His breathing gets heavier until he eventually releases your wrists. In one fluid motion, he pushes the lace aside and lets a finger slide into you, causing an even louder moan than before. With your hands now free, one of them clutches onto Kieran's arm helplessly. You grab Luke's thigh with the other, and he lets his tongue glide over the peaks of your chest one last time before sitting up. He adjusts his mask so that it's fully covering his face again as he speaks.
"Try to keep your eyes on me. You can do that, right?" His voice is a low growl, and you can tell he's growing impatient, too. You bite your lip and nod, still whimpering from Kieran's touch.
Luke starts fiddling with something in his lap and you shortly hear a zipper being undone. As you will your eyes not to wander, he gently takes your hand and guides it closer until you reach his arousal. When you wrap your fingers around him he lets out a satisfied hum, prompting you to move up and down. You want to hear him again, to hear them both feel as good as you do.
Your eyes remain on each other, and you can sense the hunger in his. The same emotion is reflected in his voice as he speaks. "Yeah… Just like that."
Now it's Kieran's time to withdraw his hands from you, and you wonder what he's up to until you hear the telltale sound of another zipper. It seems all three of you have reached your limit. You start to turn around but Luke grabs your chin yet again to keep you in place. He wags a finger at you disapprovingly. "Now, now…" he begins.
"...Good things come to those who are patient," Kieran continues. He pushes you forward as Luke simultaneously supports you to make sure you don't fall, as expected of twins in perfect sync. Kieran easily repositions you so that both your knees are on the sofa, before he finds the waistline of your jeans again. He pulls them down your thighs as he speaks to you in a husky voice. "Do you want it?"
"Yes," you pant eagerly. "I need it."
This is all the encouragement necessary. You're still looking at Luke as you feel Kieran place himself behind you, but as he slips inside, your eyes roll back in pleasure. You and Kieran moan in tandem, his sounds slightly muffled from the mask. "God… You feel so good."
As the tempo increases, you barely know what to do with yourself. You take Luke into your mouth, causing his labored breathing to turn into low groans. The rhythmic beat of skin against skin echo in the room, fanning the flames within you. The taste of spit, the scent of the twins' matching cologne, the feeling of Kieran's hands on your hips and Luke's fingers tangled in your hair…
You begin to feel like you may be reaching your climax when Kieran suddenly exits you. You lift your head from Luke and huff in protest. Why would he stop now?
"What? You don't want the fun to be over so soon, do you?" Luke chuckles as he sees impatience written all over you. Kieran moves to the other sofa and begins stroking himself as his eyes wander over your disheveled self. Him watching you with such attraction sets your nerves alight yet again, and you shift your gaze to his brother who's still leaning back on the same sofa as you.
You shake your head. "I want more."
Your words make Luke exhale sharply, and he hurriedly grabs your hips to position you above him. You can tell that he's had to curb his enthusiastic nature ever so slightly for the sake of the lead-up, but now that everything is in full swing, he can finally put his all into it. As you carefully lower yourself onto him, the sensation makes you gasp. He lifts his hips to fill you completely and you cry out in surprise, to which he pauses.
"You're not hurt, are you?" The worry makes you smile. So much for throwing away all compassion like they told you to, once.
"Far from it." Upon hearing this, the emotion in Luke's eyes is completely replaced by a want, a craving so intense it's infectious. You start grinding your hips against him and he matches your pace, slowly at first but the way he grabs your thighs with reckless abandon makes you go faster.
"Don't hold back," he says breathlessly between moans. He brushes your tousled hair out of your face before stroking a thumb over your lips. You open your mouth to gently bite it, to which he responds with a growl. "You love this, don't you?"
You nod, which prompts Kieran to speak with a raspy voice from his vantage point across the coffee table. "Tell us."
Luke's thrusts break your sentences into parts. "I love it… It feels… so good…" You notice Kieran's movement speed up, and you realize the two find it arousing when you're vocal. Makes sense with how much they normally love sticking their nose in your business. Instantly deciding to keep the conversation going, you decrease your speed just enough to speak. "Tell me what else you've been wanting to do to me."
Luke lets out a low whimper, and you know you've struck gold. "What's the magic word?" he asks, audibly smirking under his mask.
"Tell me… please."
As if requiring a moment to consider your request, he stops in his tracks. You're about to begin protesting when, with surprising ease, he flips you onto your back. He hovers over you, pinning you to the sofa.
"When we first heard you in your apartment," he murmurs, "all I could think about was joining you in bed." You feel a hand run down your side, all the way down to your hips and inner thighs, causing you to spread your legs. When he finally reaches your entrance, he pauses there for a second. "I wanted to touch you."
Two of his fingers push in, and you bite down a pleased sound. You can't lie - you understand why they love it when you voice your thoughts. As if he could tell, Luke continues talking. "To taste you."
Before you're able to respond he backs away, tilts his mask up yet again, and dips his head between your thighs. "To hear you moan my name instead." When his mouth finally connects with you, his last sentence lingers on your mind.
"Luke..! God, that feels…" you trail off, head spinning from euphoria. When you utter his name he speeds up, and the way his tongue flicks against you threatens to push you over the edge. With him being unable to speak, Kieran takes up the conversational baton again.
"Look at me," the twin says. You do as he commands. He's not touching himself anymore and his attention is instead fully on watching you, admiring you. "I want to see you come undone."
His words are the final piece of the puzzle. Your whole body tenses, and you feel yourself tumble over the finish line. You pull Luke's head closer to you as your muscles contract, and with one final cry of pleasure, blissful shivers wash over you.
Luke wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he sits up, and you see a small smile on his face before he covers it with the mask once more. They both seem to relax, content to have pleased you like henchmen serving their master, but you're not finished yet. Your determination instantly restores your strength, and you saunter over to the other sofa where Kieran is still sitting. He watches your every move but says nothing as you place your hands on his shoulders and straddle his lap. He doesn't need to. Feeling how hard he is as your bodies connect, you know this won't take long.
You begin rocking your hips back and forth, and as you notice Kieran's breath picking up once more, you look back at Luke on the other side of the coffee table and beckon him over. Once he's standing next to you, you take him in your mouth again.
Just a few moments later they both increase their intensity, paces matching. Kieran's fingers dig into your rear and he leans his head back as he plunges into you repeatedly. Luke is holding your hair, carefully pulling it which causes you to tilt your head up at him. You admire the features of his mask as you feel him prodding the back of your throat. His words comes out in rapid whispers as he nears the finish line. "Look at you, taking us both at once. You're being so good."
Hearing his praise, you feel your body begin to tremble. Kieran notices this and speaks, his voice strained.
"Do you want to come for us again?"
You can't do anything but hum feverishly in response, and the resulting vibrations make Luke move faster. You put a hand around his shaft to help stabilize the rhythm as he grows more erratic in your mouth and just seconds later, he erupts with a loud exhale. You look him in the eyes as you swallow and, intoxicated with passion, you realize you can't take much more. You drag your nails across the other twin's back, making him hiss with desire.
"Kieran, I'm… about to..!" you exclaim, teetering on the very edge. You saying his name is the final push he needs, and a moan escapes him as he finishes inside you. The pulsating sensation makes you topple over the edge once again, shockwaves making their way through your body.
After your twitching subsides, you collapse into Kieran's arms. Luke joins you on the sofa and the two of them trace soothing shapes all over you with their fingertips, making you relax. Despite them wearing masks, you can still tell that they view you with a newfound appreciation - perhaps even reverence. Your heart wells with emotion, and you sigh contentedly.
You stay like this for a few minutes, simply enjoying each other's presence in comfortable silence, before they speak up.
"How's that for keeping you company?" Luke asks. Still completely spent, all you can muster as a response is a laugh.
"Come on," Kieran says with a smile. "Let's get you cleaned up before boss-man comes back home."