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Copia watched Perpetua leave the room with narrowed eyes. He had been acting strange all meeting, squirming in his chair and not meeting anyone’s eyes. His face, bare of makeup other than the black under his mask, was flushed pink. Whenever someone addressed him or asked him a question, he would jump in his seat as though he forgot where he was.
It seemed to finally be too much for Perpetua as he suddenly stood, stuttered out that he needed to use the bathroom, and then fled the room.
The departure was so abrupt that many people turned to Copia as though he had an explanation for his brother’s odd behavior. As much as Copia wanted to shrug and say it was none of his business, he knew that as Frater, he needed to at least act like he cared about what was up with his brother.
“I’ll— eh— go check on him, see if he wants to postpone the rest of the meeting,” he said with an apologetic smile. With that, he stood and made his way out of the room.
Annoyance simmered in him, low and steady. He was already moody as this was their first meeting to decide which venues Perpetua would perform at, and many people were already projecting that this would be their biggest tour yet. The excitement and engagement from their team was a stark difference to when Copia had gone on tour. Everyone was excited to see what the new guy would bring to the table, and fuck the guys who had paved the way for dear Perpetua to get where he was now.
The nearest bathroom was down the hall, to the right, and up a flight of stairs. It was a unisex bathroom that only allowed one person at a time, and as Copia approached it, he saw that it was cracked open just a smidge. He could also hear… cries? Whimpers? Confused, he quickened his steps until he was opening the door and stepping into the small bathroom.
The fluorescent lighting was bright on Perpetua’s leather jacket, reflecting harshly from where he was sitting against the wall with his knees drawn up against him, his face buried in his hands. He was rocking side to side as soft cries fell out of his mouth.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Copia asked. Perpetua’s head shot up, and Copia felt worry bolt through him at the sight of black tears running down his brother’s face.
“I— I don’t know, I felt weird when I woke up this morning. I thought it was nothing but—“ he gave a pitiful shrug. "It’s been getting worse all day.” He shifted to the side and bit his lip to stifle another whine. Tears gathered in his eyes again, making them shine as they found Copia’s.
Copia glanced into the hallway before shutting the door behind him. “What, like you’re sick? Did you feel like you were gonna throw up or something?”
Perpetua shook his head. “No, I—“ he sniffled, then froze. His eyes widened and he leaned forward as he sniffed the air again. “Do you… smell that?” He asked timidly.
Copia frowned. “Smell what?” He sniffed the air himself, but all he smelled was the citrus scented air freshener, so pungent that it coated his tongue. He shook his head. “Look, I think we should get you to the Ministry’s nurse-“
A soft groan cut him off. Perpetua’s eyes had fallen shut, his mouth agape as he breathed in and out. What the fuck was he doing? Was he about to pass out?
A little panicked, Copia stepped forward and crouched in front of him. He pulled his glove off and stuffed it in his pocket, then placed a hand against his cheek. Perpetua's eyes shot open at the touch.
Shit, he was burning up. As he made to pull his hand away, Perpetua’s own shot up to keep it in place, another whimper coming out of him.
“What are you—"
“Please don’t leave,” Perpetua whispered. The two of them had never been this close, and Copia could see how tears had beaded on his lashes, how truly similar his eyes were to Copia’s. His face was awfully red, and sweat had coalesced on his upper lip and was dripping down his neck. Fuck, this looked bad.
“Okay, alright,” he said, keeping his voice low so as not to startle his brother. He didn’t like the guy but he didn’t that didn't mean he wanted him to fall gravely ill. Or worse. “But how can I help you if I can’t leave? You need a doctor.”
“No, no,” Perpetua said desperately, clutching at Copia’s arm tightly. “I need—" he whined again, his head falling forward until it was against Copia’s shoulder. Copia could hear how deeply Perpetua was breathing like he was trying to suck in as much air as possible.
“Are you having trouble breathing? Like a panic attack? Is it your clothes?” Copia rambled, not knowing how to help. In an attempt to do something to alleviate Perpetua’s distress, he began to slide his leather jacket off his shoulders.
A shudder wracked through Perpetua’s body. Copia stopped, his hands resting against his brother’s lean upper arms. “Did I hurt you?”
His brother shook his head. “Keep going,” he whispered, then: “Please.”
Copia swallowed at how soft and desperate that “please” sounded from Perpetua. He continued to slide the jacket down Perpetua’s arms until the sleeves had bunched up at his wrists, then he leaned back slightly to pull the jacket off. With it off, Copia saw that he was wearing a black silk button-up underneath. It was damp with sweat, the shirt sticking to Perpetua’s skin at his collar and the back of his neck. Dark patches of sweat grew at his armpits. He was going to become terribly dehydrated if Copia couldn't get him to cool down.
“Are you wearing anything underneath this?” He asked him, tugging at the shirt.
“No,” Perpetua murmured, his head hanging low. Then, without warning, he slid his hands up Copia’s arm, up his chest, and buried them into the hair at the nape of his neck. At the same time, he turned his head and pressed his face against Copia’s clothed neck and breathed in deeply.
Copia jerked at the sensation. It tickled a little, but it mostly made him uncomfortable. The two of them hadn't even shaken hands, let alone hugged in the time they've known each other. He went to gently push Perpetua away, the sudden act of affection making him uncomfortable.
A whine came from his twin, muffled against Copia’s neck. He shivered at the feeling, not knowing if he was imagining the feeling of his brother’s lips ghosting over his bedazzled collar. Either way, things were getting way too fucking weird way too fast.
He firmly shoved Perpetua away from him. His brother rocked back as though he had been slapped. Copia was dismayed to see tears build and fall, slipping under the mask and trailing more black paint.
“I’m—I’m sorry, Copia,” Perpetua cried. He wrapped his arms around himself and squeezed as though to make himself smaller. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he whispered, his gaze falling to his shoes.
Copia couldn’t deny that this scenario echoed the same ones that haunted him at night. The type where Perpetua was powerless beneath him, as Copia showed him who the real boss was, who was still in power. And he knew that was fucked up, to imagine his brother in such a position. But what did it matter? This entire situation was fucked up on some level. And Copia found it nearly addicting to imagine putting someone like him in his place, to knock him down a peg or two. The only difference here was that Perpetua was looking at him with tears not because he was being forced to do something he didn’t want to, but because Copia wasn’t making a fucking move. And he wouldn't.
But fuck, he couldn't deny how alluring Perpetua looked right now. How pretty, like a doll. Rosy cheeks and an even rosier mouth, shiny with tears. The streaks of black down his face made him look like a Hollywood star, his eyes big and round with desperation behind that mysterious mask. Copia had a moment to wonder how far he could take Perpetua before he'd break in two, and how much still until he shattered into a million pieces in Copia's hands.
He reached forward and cupped a hand under Perpetua’s chin. The other man made a choked noise and looked up at him with those sinfully pretty eyes.
“I’ll help you,” Copia whispered. “Just tell me what you need.”
An oof left him as he was suddenly on his back. Perpetua laid himself on top of him, almost every part of their bodies flush against each other. He buried his face against Copia’s neck again, his breath hot as he panted in and out.
It happened so fast. Copia placed his hands on Perpetua’s shoulders to push him off again but the moment his hands were on Perpetua his brother was groaning, as though this one simple touch was like ecstasy.
“You smell so good, Copia,” Perpetua whined. Copia felt something hot and wet lick at the muscle along his neck. Perpetua's tongue dipped into his ear, his breath puffing erratically. Copia shuddered at the sensation, shocked, then froze.
Oh, fuck. Was Perpetua… in heat?
He heard that phrase uttered a few times before, someone smelling irresistible. But it was mostly with the ghouls he had bedded a few times. Specifically, ghouls who fell into heat.
It made sense. How sudden it had occurred with Perpetua, how hot his body was, the way it looked as though he was almost in pain. And the fucking sniffing. But there were also new concerns bouncing in Copia’s head. Was his brother in control right now? How was Perpetua suffering the same plight as the ghouls? If Copia helped him, how fucked would they both be afterwards? Most importantly, why the fuck was this happening?
“I think we should get you a ghoul,” Copia said, in an attempt to try to make this situation less morally corrupt than it already was. And maybe a ghoul would be better suited to helping him, more experienced than Copia was.
“I only want you,” Perpetua whispered into his ear. His breath was hot, his voice ragged. “Just you. Always you.”
Well. Copia was the most depraved man in humankind by how fast the blood in his body went south.
Possessiveness surged through him. Oh, how he loved the idea of being the one to lead his brother through toe-curling pleasure. To be the only one to hear his noises and see the tears coalescing in his eyes, to be on the receiving end of those pink lips.
Fuck. He had to think. If he could just get Perpetua to his rooms, then he could maybe try to find a ghoul to help his brother through this. A burning anger seared through him, so sudden that he almost didn’t believe it came from him, at the idea of someone else touching his brother. But someone had to be the responsible one in this situation, and he didn’t trust Perpetua to be the rational twin right now.
He grabbed a handful of Perpetua’s hair and pulled him away. Perpetua allowed it with a whine.
“We need to get you to your apartment,” he rasped. “You’ll be safer there.”
Perpetua hummed, his eyes unfocusing as he stared at Copia's mouth. Copia pulled a little harder until Perpetua met his eyes with a whimper.
“Use your words, pretty boy," he demanded, the nickname falling out of his mouth without hesitation.
“Can’t we stay here?” Perpetua gasped, his ears becoming pink at the nickname.
“No.” He released him. “Now, get up. We’re not handling this in a bathroom.”
“But—"
“Your apartment is close, right? Just a few flights up. You can keep yourself together for a few more minutes, can’t you? Plus,” he sucked in a breath and allowed the words he really wanted to say to fall out of his mouth. Anything to get this man up and moving, he told himself. “This room isn’t exactly soundproof, and the last thing I’d want to happen is for someone else to hear you moaning my name.”
That seemed to have the opposite effect than he wanted. Perpetua looked away with a slight pout that emphasized his lips. “Maybe I want that,” he muttered.
Copia reached over and pinched his brother's ass, dimly aware of how damp his jeans were. Perpetua squeaked and jerked his hips back.
“I’m being serious. I don’t want anyone else but me hearing you. Now,” he pinched again, harder. “Get up.”
Perpetua slowly peeled himself off of Copia and stood. Copia grabbed Perpetua's jacket as he got to his feet. He made sure to toss it over Perpetua's shoulders, acutely aware of how his brother leaned against him with a sigh, him being taller causing him to curl toward Copia like a flower to the sun.
Once done. he cracked the door open and checked to see if the hallway was empty. With no sign of life he slipped out and grabbed Perpetua’s hand. Perpetua clutched at it as he stayed close to Copia’s side.
Since it was only two flights of stairs Copia took two at a time, Perpetua matching his hasty pace. He didn’t know if he could trust Perpetua (or himself at this point) to not keep their hands off each other in the privacy of an elevator.
When they reached Perpetua’s room Copia watched as his brother took out his keys and unlocked the door with a trembling hand.
Copia didn't get the chance to see what Perpetua had done to his formal papal residence. The second the door was shut behind him he was roughly shoved against it. Perpetua pressed his hips against Copia's, practically at his lower belly due to his height, his hips moving back and forth in quick bursts of movement.
"Copia, Copia, Copia—" he chanted, voice growing louder and louder, humping at Copia's belly with an increasing fervor until he cried out, the sound sharp in the quiet. His hips gave a few more thrusts, each punctuated with a whimper, until he nearly collapsed to the floor.
Copia was so shocked by the display that he had to scramble to grab Perpetua. The jacket slipped off his shoulders and he cursed when he saw how flushed Perpetua had become, how his sweat had permeated through the entire shirt.
There wasn't any time to find external help. Perpetua couldn't handle this on his own, and he didn't trust any ghouls other than his to take care of his twin properly.
"Okay. Okay, c'mon, let's get you to the couch at least." He hefted Perpetua to the living room and was able to lie him on the sofa. His brother only gave soft whines and weak groans as Copia unbuttoned the shirt and splayed it open. He was momentarily distracted by the ragged scars across his chest. Well, that explained why he felt the lack of an erection a few moments ago. BuAt that also meant…
"Perpetua, I'm taking your pants off," Copia announced. Perpetua only nodded weakly. Good enough.
He popped the button and practically peeled the pants off of Perpetua's skin. It was as though he had spilled a cup of water on his crotch with how soaked they were. When he saw the small erection poking upward from behind a pair of boxers he froze, the severity of the moment hitting him. He was seriously about to fuck his twin brother. Even worse, he was going to enjoy fucking his twin brother.
"Oh, Satan. Oh, Beelzebub. Fucking — I better get the best seat in Hell for this," Copia whispered, then pulled off Perpetua's underwear.
A clear, viscous fluid made the curly black hair shine in the light. Straining under its hood was a swollen clit, red and swollen, aching for attention. Copia had to awkwardly kneel on the sofa to get a better look, mesmerized by the dripping wetness, how Perpetua's erection pulsed.
"Copia?" Perpetua whined. Copia glanced up. Perpetua's eyes were barely open, his chest heaving with large breaths. He spread his legs, kicking his foot up on the head of the couch, the other dropping to the floor. His folds parted with a soft, wet noise that made Copia light headed. "Are you going to fuck me now? I think… I think I'm wet enough," he slurred.
Copia's jaw nearly dropped at the sentence. "Yeah," he said in a thick voice. "Yes, Perpetua. I'll fuck you now, don't worry."
And oh, how Perpetua smiled. His body relaxed into the sofa, his hips tilted upward, even gave a slight wiggle. Copia made quick work of undoing his jeans and shinmying them down past his ass, his cock springing free. The moment Perpetua saw it his eyes reflected that desperate edge that he saw earlier.
Copia shuffled on his knees until he was mere inches from Perpetua's glistening pussy. He met Perpetua's eyes, looked back down, and ran two fingers all along those swollen lips up to that poor, aching clit. He thumbed along it instinctively, from the base to the tip, then watched in amazement as Perpetua wailed as he came once again, soaking the cushion all the way to Copia's knees.
"Copia— please, oh, fuck, please, it hurts, I need you, please—" Perpetua sobbed, his body shaking.
"I got you, Perpetua, I'm sorry," Copia said in a rush. He ran his hands over Perpetua's inner thighs as he finally pressed his hips against his twin's, then carefully pressed the head of his cock to the source of all that wetness, all that heat.
He glided in with minimal effort as though he had fucked Perpetua for hours before. The second the head of his cock breached into Perpetua his twin released a giant sigh of relief, his head rolling back and his hands unclenching from where they had been gripping the pillow under his head.
Copia stared down at him, at where his cock disappeared into Perpetua's pussy. He barely made a noise as he sunk deeper into that impossibly divine heat. It felt unreal, inhuman. The first drag of his hips away from that incredible sensation pulled a desperate moan his body, one that Perpetua echoed. He snapped his hips back forward, needing to be enveloped once again. It was painful to be apart from it, apart from Perpetua.
Perpetua seemed to feel the same as he pulled Copia close, his limbs wrapping around him, feet hooking behind his back. He was so hot, so feverish. His cries were like one of a desperate animal, a keening whine that rose in volume with every punch of Copia's hips.
And Copia wasn't much better. He was saying nonsense, mostly just Perpetua's name over and over again, as he fucked into him with more vigor than he had in a long time. It was perfect. So perfect. Perpetua was perfect. So strong and alive and beautiful and handsome and perfect.
A third orgasm ripped through Perpetua, this time wracking his entire body with shudders as Copia felt it pulse around him. His pussy became even more slick, more sensational as his orgasm ebbed and grew like waves on a beach. Copia didn't last much longer and didn't try to stave off his own orgasm as he finally crushed his lips to Perpetua's as he spilled inside him. He thrusted with each pulse, his orgasm so strong that it made him see stars behind his eyelids. Perpetua crooned in delight against his lips, humming in ecstasy as Copia finally went slack on top of him.
His brain dutifully shut off from any and all thoughts. The two laid there for minutes upon minutes, until Copia's softened cock finally freed itself from Perpetua. Still, Copia didn't say a word. He barely breathed. He wasn't going to acknowledge what had happened until Perpetua did. What would he say?
"Thank you," Perpetua whispered. "I was so scared. All I wanted was my brother. So… thank you."
Copia finally looked up. Perpetua's mask was slightly skewed, black paint cracked all around his eyes and in streaks on his cheeks.
"You won't send me to HR?" He croaked.
"I won't," Perpetua promised. "I feel like it's my fault, anyways."
"Ew. Don't talk like that," Copia said. "I'm pretty sure you were in heat."
Perpetua blinked. "Excuse me?"
"You know. Like the ghouls," Copia said. "I don't know why you were in heat but you were. And I didn't want to risk you getting hurt or something so I stayed and helped."
"I— what? Heat? Like in those bad romance novels? Why?" His cheeks suddenly sported more redness than they had a moment ago. "Wait, hold on, I think it's happening again."
Copia nodded, then wordlessly stood and pulled the rest of his pants off. He may not be able to get hard for another hour or two, but he was born with two hands and a mouth for a reason.