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side story song: THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND - Bad Omens
chapter trigger warnings: mentions of self-harm scars, D/S undertones (power play). kinda submissive!Ayan, dominant!Akk, and dominant!Yok. Ayan gets eaten alive by Akk and Yok.
Shadow Self — Side Story: Taste Of The Forbidden Fruit (Akk x Ayan x Yok)
"What should we do about this greedy, demanding boy of ours?"
"Teach him a lesson on being greedy and demanding, of course."
The promising words rattle around inside Ayan's head, a tell-tale heat beginning to eclipse his body and make him tremble in anticipation, all the way down to his fingertips and his toes. He feels as though he's going to combust on the spot simply from hearing those words alone, and having a set of identical twins pressed up against him and painting whatever skin they can get their mouths on with slowly darkening bruises is most definitely not helping matters in the slightest. Each graze of teeth or swipe of a tongue over tortured skin has his knees shaking, hands clinging desperately to the twin in front of him as he tries his damndest to stay upright and not embarrass himself by collapsing from such a simply given pleasure.
Somewhere along the way to their bedroom, Ayan's shirt is removed and discarded without a care in the world, two sets of hands greedily running their fingers across the freshly bared skin. One is daring enough to lightly scratch their fingers down his back, Ayan's hips jerking forward and a soft groan leaving his lips at the tantalising sensation, which is followed by both a responding moan from one twin and an amused huff of adoring laughter from the other. Two sets of hands push and pull his hips in tandem, either teasing Ayan or fighting for their own chance at pleasurable friction, Ayan isn't entirely certain as to which it actually is, but he's definitely not arguing.
Akk lifts his mouth from Ayan's throat, only separating long enough to strip off his shirt and throw it away before he's pressed back against his boyfriend, feeling almost feverish as he kisses the life out of the shorter male. He feels almost possessed as he pulls Ayan ever closer, laying his claim for all to see, and the sounds that his possessiveness tears from Ayan make it all much more interesting — and much more worth it. At Ayan's back, Yok fights back a hiss of displeasure as he pulls away from his boyfriend to remove his shirt, uncaring of where it lands as he plasters himself back against the shorter male, grinding his hips in silent promise against Ayan's ass.
"Fuck..." Ayan whimpers, pushing his hips back against Yok, greedily chasing what he has now been promised. "Please..."
Yok laughs breathlessly, his hands moving to hold Ayan's hips still as his head drops onto the shorter boy's shoulder. He's never been one to have such a short fuse, but there's just something about Ayan that makes him want to combust within seconds of having the other boy's hands upon his skin. "Don't rush us, Ayan. We want to take our time taking you apart."
Akk snorts in amusement, gently tipping Ayan's head back with his fingers on the shorter's chin and staring down into his boyfriend's lust blown eyes. "He's not going to last long."
"Oh? Guess our fun's not going to last tonight."
"He's a horny little shit. He'll be fine."
An almost sadistic smile curls Yok's lips. "How long can he go?"
Akk returns his twin's smile, not looking away from Ayan's eyes. "Long enough."
It makes heat flood across Ayan's face at the way both of the twins talk about him as though he's not panting heavily between them, struggling to ground himself whilst caged in by two identical faces belonging to the boy he practically fell in love with the moment he first saw him. It makes him feel as though he's only here for their pleasure, and that in itself makes him harden to the point where he swears that he's seeing stars; the idea that they're going to ignore his pleasure for the sake of chasing their own is almost too tantalising for him to stand. He's almost at the point of begging for at least one of them to touch him before he combusts.
Akk can see that his boyfriend is almost at his breaking point, and, although he's partial to teasing Ayan until the shorter boy begs and cries for release, he has the sneaking feeling that there'll be plenty of time for that in the future. Deciding to be just a little bit kind to Ayan, Akk releases the shorter boy's chin and trails his fingers down to the waistband of Ayan's pants, leaving gooseflesh in his wake, untying the shorts and tilting his head in amusement when they fall and his boyfriend's erection is revealed. A whimper of relief leaves Ayan, and the sound makes a delighted chill run down Akk's spine, Yok grinning wildly and sneaking his hands around to tease the sensitive skin just above where Ayan wants it.
Akk smiles adoringly and fights back the urge to coo at his boyfriend as Ayan's hips jerk at the teasing tickle, dick twitching in unabashed interest as Yok's fingers dare to tease further. The older twin is slightly hesitant in removing his own pants, knowing that there are plenty more scars criss-crossing his upper legs, opting to sit on their bed so that he doesn't accidentally fall flat on his face and ruin the flow they've got going. What he doesn't expect is for Ayan to fall to his knees and press soft kisses to the silver marks decorating his skin, almost worshipping what Akk considers both a weakness and a physical representation of his internal deformity.
Yok smiles at the sight, meeting Akk's startled eyes. "Even when he's horny, he still treats you like you're heaven sent, Akk. How did you end up finding someone who loves you this much?"
Akk smiles slightly, reaching down to gently run his fingers through Ayan's hair, heat coiling tighter in his stomach when his boyfriend hums softly at the tug on his hair. "We both did, Yok."
Pulling Ayan from his knees before the shorter boy gets too carried away, Akk shuffles back on the bed, trying to keep his and Ayan's lips dancing messily together, half formed moans leaving their lips whenever their heated flesh would collide. Ayan's weight is uniquely familiar atop Akk, being the only person that Akk holds no regret knowing so intimately, the taller boy's hips rising from the bed rhythmically to rut against Ayan's, raw moans and stuttered gasps filling the air as they move together.
Akk slaps at the bedside cupboard in search of the lube he knows is stashed there, pressing it into Ayan's hand with a whispered plea against the shorter's lips. He feels Ayan's hips stutter against his as the other boy groans, shifting so that he's between Akk's legs, coating his fingers before teasing the lanky boy with the smallest amount of pressure, grinning slightly when Akk curses and rolls his hips.
"Don't you dare fucking tease me, shortstop," Akk growls out, irises blown wide with lust and desire, his words of warning being heeded quickly. Head dropping back against the pillows when Ayan's fingers slowly work their way in, Akk moans sharply and thrusts his hips down onto Ayan's fingers. "Come on, you cheeky fucking bastard. Now is not the time for playing around."
Yok shakes his head in disbelief and removes his own pants, scrounging through the bedside cupboard for the box of condoms partially hidden behind his and Akk's underwear. "You'll give him hell for that when we have him at our mercy."
"Damn fucking right."
Yok hums in triumph when he finds the box, pulling out two and throwing one at Ayan's chest, watching with amusement as it rebounds and lands on Akk's stomach. "Put it on before you're too far gone, pretty boy."
A whine of complaint leaves Akk's lips when Ayan's fingers leave his body, opening the condom packet and rolling it over his erection, a small sound leaving the boy's lips at the feeling. Akk shifts uncomfortably, feeling strangely empty now that he's had something inside himself, but the feeling doesn't last when Ayan's eyes darken and his fingers return. Yok curses slightly as the phantom sensation of fingers assaults his senses, almost dropping the condom in his hands as his knees become slightly weak, pleasure zipping along his nerves.
Akk's skin burns where it meets Ayan's, the shorter boy kneeling between the taller's almost obscenely spread legs, fingers buried inside his body and drawing petulant whines from Akk whenever Ayan would purposely avoid his prostate. Whimpering out a curse, Akk reaches forward to drag Ayan down into a kiss, their lips harsh and unforgiving amidst the haze of lust, their teeth clacking as their attempt at a kiss descends into no more than panting into each other's mouths.
He tries to stop his hips from thrusting down against Ayan's fingers, but Akk has never been one for such a powerful level of restraint, shaky exhales and half formed moans leaving his lips as he chases friction and pleasure. There's a shit-eating grin on Ayan's face as the troublemaker curls his fingers just so, Akk's head being thrown back and a sharp moan being ripped from his throat at the small movement, but the grin is quick to be wiped away when fingers press inside Ayan.
Yok laughs breathlessly, pressing his chest flush against Ayan's back and sucking yet another dark bruise into the shorter's already painted skin, his fingers far less forgiving than Akk's would usually be, and the double stimulation makes Ayan moan. Akk's grin is dark as he stares up through his sweaty fringe at Ayan, watching with a sick kind of amusement as his shadow self torments their boyfriend in return, an equally dark smile playing on Yok's lips.
"Don't get cocky, Ayan," Yok teases, gently nipping at the soft skin of Ayan's throat and relishing in the full-body shiver that follows. "You're being punished for being greedy. Did you forget?"
Ayan fruitlessly shakes his head, the reaction instinctive even though he knows that neither of his boyfriends are going to believe him. "No. I didn't forget. I'm sorry..."
Akk laughs, his hands sliding up Ayan's trembling thighs and burying his fingertips into the soft flesh of his boyfriend's hips, his right hand overlapping where Yok's free left hand holds Ayan steady. "You're not sorry, are you, Ayan? You just want to be a good boy for us, don't you?"
Yok's eyes widen slightly at the downright pathetic whimper that leaves Ayan, his hold tightening on the shorter boy's hip and a disbelieving laugh breathlessly leaving his lips. "Fuck... Are you always so beautifully submissive, pretty boy? Hmm? Because I don't believe it for a second."
"He knows he's in trouble, so he's trying to win our mercy by being so...submissive. Aren't you, Ayan?" Akk doesn't wait for a reply, his left hand slipping down to encircle Ayan's condom-covered dick, grinning wickedly when the shorter boy thrusts forward into his hold before thrusting back onto Yok's fingers. "Can't decide which one you want, can you? Fuck me, or be fucked by my twin. What's it going to be, Ayan?"
Ayan whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut and dropping his head back onto Yok's shoulder, his free hand tightly gripping Akk's thigh. "Both. Akk, Yok, please... Please."
"Shameless."
An almost scream leaves Ayan's lips when Yok pushes home, his now free hand sliding up the shorter boy's sweaty and bruise-painted torso until it rests comfortably against the base of Ayan's throat as both a silent warning and a lecherous question. Ayan's hand from between Akk's legs flies up to latch onto Yok's wrist, the hand he has on Akk's thigh tightening its hold further as his eyes almost roll back into his head at the unspoken promise. Pain sparking where Ayan's fingernails are digging into his thigh, tongue swiping across his dry lips, Akk's eyes are dark with conflicting pleasure and desire as he finds himself unable to look away from the blissed out look on Ayan's face — or the echoed look of dark pleasure on Yok's face.
Akk hisses out a muttered curse as he shifts his hips closer to what he desperately wants inside himself, head pushing back into the pillows at the slight burn that accompanies Ayan pushing inside, grinning darkly up at the worried expression his overstimulated boyfriend gives him. While Ayan prefers Akk to be almost downright wet with lube and stretched just that little bit more, Akk lives for the stretch and slight tingle of pain up his spine when it feels like Ayan is splitting him open. Pressing his face into the crook of Ayan's neck, Yok groans lowly, hips half thrusting forward at the phantom sensation of being filled, his eyes dark as he looks down at his older brother with a raised eyebrow.
With neither of the twins moving, Ayan pants and whimpers out pleas between them, trying to move his hips if only for the smallest amount of friction, but Yok's hold tightens at the base of his throat and Ayan whines at the silent denial. It's bordering on painful, neither being able to thrust forward into Akk's heat or back onto Yok's dick buried inside him, and Ayan's body trembles at the lack of attention it's being given, hardly a trace of coherent thought to be found inside his pleasure-addled brain. He can barely focus on anything outside the waves of sensations crashing over his body, every nerve ending tingling in anticipation for whatever it is the twins have planned out for him.
While their current predicament isn't exactly how his recurring fantasy plays out, Ayan's hardly ashamed to admit that he's already dangerously close to the edge simply being surrounded by the twins in their bed.
Having Akk in his bed for the first time five years ago was bad enough, and the marvel of it all still hasn't subsided, which makes having both Akk and Yok in his bed... Well, in all honesty, his brain is definitely short-circuiting. This is something that he's never going to ever be able to fully comprehend; the level of pure intimacy and vulnerability that they've reached being like this, pressed skin to skin with no barriers remaining between them. It makes a breathless whine leave Ayan's bitten lips, eyes peeling open to stare up at the painted ceiling, chaotic splashes of colour dancing in his field of vision.
"Aye, look at me. Aye."
Ayan's muddled brain registers that the hand has left his throat, his bared skin chilling in the room temperature air after Yok's burning touch. Instead of the possessive hold of the younger twin, two gentle hands are cupping his jaw, gently raising his head from Yok's shoulder, his hazy eyes meeting the rather worried eyes of Akk in place of their brightly painted ceiling. Ayan smiles goofily at his boyfriend and reaches up to brush Akk's sweaty fringe from his eyes, fully aware of the tension that the taller boy sighs from his body at the simple and grounding touch.
"You still with us, shortstop?"
"Mmm. 'M still here." Ayan turns his head slightly to smile up at Yok, his other hand reaching up to poke his other boyfriend's cheek, earning himself an exasperated laugh. Yok gently catches Ayan's hand and holds it against his cheek, a strange sort of vulnerability in the younger twin's eyes. "Feel so warm..."
"We haven't even started and you zoned out on us." Akk laughs softly, but it peters out once a rather concerning possibility makes itself known inside his paranoid mind. What if... "Aye, we can stop if this is too much for you. Just say the word."
Yok hums in agreement, his chest vibrating against Ayan's back. "We don't have to do this right now, or ever if you don't want to, Aye."
Ayan laughs almost maniacally, shifting slightly and fighting back a moan at the sudden stimulation that his body receives. "I want to. Don't you dare fucking stop."
"Demanding."
Ayan whines as Yok pulls out slightly, a guttural groan being ripped from his throat when the lanky boy harshly thrusts back into Ayan, the shorter boy's body arching and his own hips thrusting into Akk, whose hands fall from Ayan's face to scratch down his boyfriend's chest as they clamber for something to hold onto. Yok grunts at the cyclical sensation, feeling pleasure bounce back and forth between himself and Akk, growing larger and more monstrous by each passing second, skin feeling oversensitive against Ayan's back.
Yok's hand gradually moves back up to rest against the base of Ayan's throat, no longer feeling as though he has to hold back as he thrusts with wild abandon, Ayan's moans and whimpers taking precedence in his mind. Akk curses and latches onto Ayan's hips with his hands, falling back onto the bed and fighting back the urge to wrap his legs around the shorter boy, which, by extension, means caging his twin against their boyfriend's back. Yok's free hand slaps against Akk's left leg, hooking his fingers behind his older brother's knee and almost viciously pulling him towards Yok and Ayan, both twins moaning sharply when Ayan hits Akk's prostate dead on with the next thrust, Yok pulling Akk further down the bed making it feel like more of a punch to the gut.
Akk whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut, giving up and locking his left leg around the other men in the bed, arching up off the mattress at another particularly harsh and unforgiving thrust from Ayan, one no doubt packing a punch from Yok as well, Akk's head pressed into the pillows and the tendons in his neck pulling taut as he rolls his hips to meet each thrust that follows.
He can feel everything. He can feel Ayan's dick buried deep inside himself, and Akk can feel Ayan clenching around him almost rhythmically as Yok fucks into the shorter boy. The dual sensations are making his head spin, fingers clawing against Ayan's hips and stomach as he moans and whimpers, trying to fight off his desire to cum and have everything end far too soon.
Yok's dark eyes stare down at his older brother, considering for a moment before removing his hand from Ayan's throat and pushing the shorter boy down so that he's chest to chest with Akk, Yok's eyes rolling back into his head at the phantom sensations that wash over him. Akk moans louder than before, his hands reaching up to pull Ayan closer, their mouths meeting messily in a furious mash of lips that can't really be called a kiss of any sort. Ayan whines against his boyfriend's lips, hips thrusting at a new angle that makes Akk writhe beneath him, feeling Yok's hand splay across his lower back before the younger twin's thrusts gain more power and become dead accurate.
"Fuck!"
Yok laughs deliriously, lust drunk and his mind reeling from the dual sensations of fucking and being fucked, wondering how long any of them are going to last given that they're all being assaulted by the exact same sensations. Lost in the haze and somehow forgetting that there's more than two of them in the bed, he reaches down to jerk Ayan off, entire body stiffening when Akk curses, the older twin glaring up at the younger with warning in his lust-filled eyes.
They've reached a line, and it's not one they're willing to attempt crossing right now. Pulling his hand away, Yok trails it up to fist Ayan's longish hair, yanking the shorter's head back and baring his throat for Akk to happily latch onto, Ayan's hips stuttering between them.
Akk's lips press against Ayan's ear, panting breaths and half-bitten moans echoing in the shorter boy's head like an aphrodisiac. "You're so close for us, good boy. You want to be even more good for us?"
Ayan whines, head falling forward from Yok's loosened grasp and burying his face into Akk's shoulder, desperately trying to stave off his impending orgasm. "Akk... Wanna be good... Yok, fuck..."
Yok laughs breathlessly, sharing a look with Akk before he leans forward, pressing his chest flush with Ayan's back. "Be a good boy and cum for us, beautiful."
Akk's eyes widen and his breath catches in his throat when Ayan does just that, harshly thrusting his hips home one final time before his orgasm ripples across his skin and ignites his nerves, the feeling of warmth spreading inside Akk and making him groan softly. A broken moan leaves the shorter man when Yok fucks Ayan through his orgasm, body twitching as the itchy feeling of overstimulation and oversensitivity begins to grow inside him, but hardly caring with how good it feels.
Yok's orgasm catches him off guard, feeling Ayan tighten reflexively around him, his hands no doubt pressing hard enough to leave bruises on whoever's body he's latched onto, and the younger twin feels the sensation being echoed back at him from Akk. Body taut and his fingernails digging unforgivingly into Ayan's sweat-covered back, Akk gasps for breath as his orgasm rips through his body, echoing Yok's, cum coating his and Ayan's stomachs from where Akk's dick is trapped between their bodies. Ayan groans softly against Akk's throat, his hips moving on instinct as Akk clenches around him, and Akk whimpers out a curse, fingernails digging harder into Ayan's skin and undoubtedly drawing blood this time.
Heads spinning and chests heaving, hearts thundering and their skin tingling in the afterglow, Akk isn't sure how long the three of them lie there, but the weight of both Ayan and Yok soon becomes too much for him to suffer through.
Reaching up, Akk half slaps Yok on the shoulder, the younger twin groaning as he looks down with a raised eyebrow. "Get the fuck off me, will you? It's hard to breathe with both of you like this."
Yok huffs out a laugh and pushes himself up, gently pulling out of Ayan, who initially whimpers at the feeling against his oversensitive skin, but then whines at the loss of feeling full. Both Akk and Yok fondly roll their eyes at their mutual boyfriend, Yok carefully lifting Ayan off Akk, the older twin shifting uncomfortably when Ayan slips out of him, but grateful that the weight is gone from his chest. Yok helps his boneless boyfriend lay on the bed beside Akk, shaking his head with a fond smile as Ayan almost instantly cuddles up to Akk, only to yelp when Yok himself is dragged down into the hug as well.
Akk snickers at the shell-shocked expression on his brother's face, reaching over to ruffles Yok's hair reassuringly, because he can feel the array of turbulent emotions battling away inside his little brother's chest.
Yok doesn't lay there long, feeling far too uncomfortable with the condom still on, and he knows that Ayan can't be feeling too comfortable with one still on either. Extricating himself from the tangle of limbs, he, somehow, manages to remove both of their condoms without a grumble of complaint from Ayan, tying them off and chucking them in the bin. But then he's promptly pulled back into the hug, trying to ignore the gross feeling of drying cum and clammy sweat that spreads across his skin when Ayan traps Yok between himself and Akk, because none of them have had a shower yet and they're all still gross.
Akk must feel the same, because Yok feels his older brother wriggle free of the hug, slapping Ayan on the shoulder before he climbs off the bed and heads into the bathroom. The shower turns on a moment later and Yok groans, sitting up and dragging Ayan with him into the bathroom, the shorter boy whining in complaint as he's manhandled into the shower.
"You and Aye get cleaned up," Yok says, leaning against the doorway. "I'll wait until you're done."
Akk rolls his eyes, knowing that showering together really doesn't feel like such a big issue given that they just had everything on full display. "Yok, get in the fucking shower before I drag you in."
Still a million miles away, Ayan makes childish grabby hands in Yok's direction, and that's more than enough incentive for the younger twin to climb into the shower with his older twin and his boyfriend, even though he feels oddly bare and vulnerable. He can't quite wrap his head around the anxiety bubbling away within his chest, and, by the slight crease to Akk's forehead and the strange tightness in the older twin's chest echoing through their bond to rest within the younger's own chest, Yok knows that his brother is struggling with it just as much as he is himself.
It's more than a simple relief to know that both of the twins are now feeling the aftershocks of being so vulnerable; of being so dangerously intimate.
Currently oblivious to both of his boyfriends' internal struggles, Ayan softly hums as gentle hands glide across his skin, half massaging his muscles and half using water and friction to bubble up the strangely fruity scented body wash. In his hazy mind, he tries to remember when they bought something so softly scented, but is rather quick to draw a blank, and, really, it's not too concerning in the end, because it is just body wash. His thoughts are barely coherent, struggling to understand anything except the fact that he's standing in the shower with Akk and Yok, a pleasant hum traversing his body accompanied by a tenderness whenever fingers put any kind of pressure on the skin of his neck or collarbone.
Ayan shivers slightly when a soft kiss is pressed to his shoulder, the chest behind him vibrating with a soft and adoring hum. "You're being weird... Are you always so clingy after sex?"
Yok laughs against Ayan's skin, tasting water, the chemical pang of their body wash, and something uniquely Ayan upon the shorter's skin. It's almost intoxicating. "Akk is the same, so you shouldn't be surprised. Just look at him, Aye."
Akk winces when Ayan's almost accusatory eyes look at him, trying to pay more attention to the water spraying down upon them than the disbelief aimed at him. "Aye, it's... Fucking hell, fine. Yok's right."
Ayan sighs, his back feeling cold as he moves forward to hug Akk. "I always thought that you would tell me yourself, not wait until your twin outed you. But it's okay, I get it now — I get why you never were."
"I'm not that fragile, Aye."
"Tell me that again the next time you shut down in front of me because I pushed too hard."
"That's never going to happen again. Promise, shortstop."
"Whatever you say, bigfoot."
Yok half laughs at the pair, eyes fond. "I reckon we all need to work on communication for this weird ass relationship of ours to work."
Akk rolls his eyes, but he agrees nonetheless. "Seems to me we're doing just fine right now."
Ayan groans in annoyance, weakly slapping Akk's chest at the jibe. "We're gonna do better."