switched

by Desconhecido(a)

  He shook his head, fighting it with all he was,

  One big thumb pressed into his slit and there was a growl. “Come.”

  Sebastian’s body jerked, balls emptying on the command. Jacob groaned, gasped, tugged at the chains.

  “Beautiful,” murmured Gus, hands sliding along his thighs, his ass, and then two slick fingers slid into him, continuing the job of stretching that Gus’ tongue had begun.

  He had never been entered, never allowed it, but Sebastian’s body was eager for it, accepting.

  Gus stood, voice at his ear. “I will fuck you now, leave my seed inside you. The plug will make sure it stays there.”

  Everything within him went tight and panicked at the familiar words, the words that so comforted Walt.

  Gus’ prick felt huge against his ass, against his crack and then against his hole. “Breathe, I do not wish to hurt you.”

  He struggled, tugging and pulling until Sebastian’s skin tore, rivulets of blood sliding down his arms.

  “Beast! That is not your body.” Gus’ prick pushed into him with the words, insistent, undeniable. Thick and huge and inside him.

  He went still, suddenly terrified, deeply frightened.

  Gus pushed all the way in, stretched him impossibly. Once Gus’ hips were pressed against his ass, the muscled chest hot against his back, Gus’ hands began to slide over his chest, fingers tugging the rings in his nipples, stroking over his belly, teasing his cock.

  “That’s better,” murmured Gus, voice tender. “Just be still and let me love you, my Precious.”

  He took a shaky breath, keening, eyes rolling. He wasn’t Sebastian. He was Jacob. This body wasn’t his.

  “Sh, sh,” murmured Gus, beginning to move, filling him again and again. The penetration became easier as Gus moved, as his body stretched around the girth of Gus’ cock.

  Jacob shook and shuddered, completely overwhelmed. Was it only a few hours ago he was buried balls-deep in his baby and all was right with the world?

  Gus’ vocalizations soon became little more than whimpers and groans, those big hands on his hips again, tugging him into each thrust, shifting him until Gus found his gland and began to peg it over and over again.

  He looked up, focused on the blood drying on his wrists. No, the blood drying on Sebastian’s wrists.

  That big hand found Sebastian’s cock again, pulling the hardness with a practiced hand, cock still working his gland. Sebastian’s body was going to come again, responding to Gus like a well-oiled machine.

  He wondered, suddenly, if Walt’s body would respond to Sebastian.

  It was with that thought that his body convulsed, coming hard around the thick cock inside him. Gus roared, heat filling Coby for the first time in his life.

  He shook, filled with a dull fear, a distant fury.

  The plug was ripped from his mouth, the cock inside him slipping away only to be replaced with the unyielding plug.

  Gus sighed, forehead resting against his shoulder. “Bastian. My precious. Tell me it is you. Please.”

  “Get away from me.”

  Gus sighed again, hands dropping away, heat leaving him. The big man sat on the bed in the corner of the room, regarding him. “You are not Bastian.”

  He growled, rolled his eyes. “No. Sebastian has my body, my lover, my life.”

  “And you have his. Have you always been this selfish?”

  “Have you always been so insufferable, or did constant contact with my brother make you so?”

  “I will gag you again, Jacob. Do not doubt it for a moment.”

  “Let me go. I am not yours.” Bastard. Fucker. Prick. Asshole. He was going to kill Sebastian as soon as he had his body back.

  “And what are you going to do if I let you go, Jacob? That body does not belong to you. I will not let you damage it.”

  “I have more of a claim on it than you do.”

  “Your prints are Bastian’s. The law will say you are him.”

  “And?” He lifted his chin, glared.

  “Then you are mine, not Jacob’s.” Gus glared at him. “I just want my lover back -- don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

  “You think I don’t? My Walt needs me.” He tugged on the chains, shoulders aching.

  “Then work with me instead of against me. Instead of insisting on insulting your twin.”

  “You haven’t given me the opportunity to work with you.”

  Gus raised an eyebrow. That was still so fucking annoying. “You began with the invective and negative comments about Bastian from the start.”

  “Sebastian is my twin. If anyone can pass judgment on him, I can.” He could raise his... Sebastian’s eyebrows, too.

  “But you have not seen him for years. You cannot pass judgment on what you no longer know.”

  “And do you know him? Do you know how he was?”

  “I know who he is.”

  Jacob just looked over. He’d known Sebastian at his worst -- hooked on cappers, the little drugs driving him constantly, destroying their life.

  Gus rolled his eyes. “You are a hard, unyielding man. Bastian told me as much.”

  Gus stood, then knelt to begin to remove the cuffs from his ankles, big hands rubbing, massaging where the cuffs had dug into his skin. “It would do you good to walk in his shoes, truly walk in them for these weeks we are bound together.”

  “I just want my Walt. He’s special, delicate, he needs to be cared for.”

  “Bastian will care for him until get there. Have faith in your twin, Jacob. In your lover.” Gus stood, tsking at the sight of the blood on his arms. “You must take more care.”

  “What if this body is mine now?” First thing he’d do was get rid of the girly hair.

  Gus shuddered and shook his head. “No. No, we will find a way to switch you back.” The big fingers slid to his ear, tracing the delicate vine inked there. Coby’d almost forgotten about that.

  He sighed. “I hope so. I want my own self back.”

  Gus nodded, eyes sad, face tender as the stroking at his ear continued. “I do not wish to war with you, Jacob. We have the same goal.”

  “Gus? I have been fucked. I have your seed inside me. I have been plugged. Before tonight I had never...” He sighed, stepped away. “I need to shower and sleep. Tomorrow we have to figure out what to do. Where is Sebastian’s bed?”

  Gus’ hand slid over his cheek. “Bastian and I sleep together, Jacob. And I would never abandon him after a scene. I won’t abandon you either; I will hold you through the night. Never? You should have said so, I would have been more gentle, though Bastian’s body knew my touch well enough.”

  That same betraying body leaned into the touch, and Jacob had to force himself to stop.

  “Come to bed, Jacob. Let us find solace in sleep.”

  He nodded, sighed. “My poor Walt.”

  All alone.

  With Sebastian.

  “Yes. My poor Bastian, as well. At least they have each other. As do we.”

  Gus took his hand and led him down the hall to a room with an enormous bed. The covers were pulled back, bed unmade.

  “My bed is smaller. Walt likes to snuggle...”

  “I usually curl around Bastian. The size is merely to accommodate both my girth and our tendency to... roll about when we aren’t sleeping.”

  Jacob nodded, moving slowly, feeling suddenly fragile, frightened. Gus put him in the bed and turned off the lights, climbing in and wrapping around him before pulling up the covers. It was oddly comforting, having Gus’ weight and heat around him.

  He sighed, closed his eyes, then opened them. “The plug...”

  “Leave it in until morning.” Gus kissed the back of his neck, hand heavy on his hip.

  “I...” He sighed, relaxed into the mattress, mind on his Walt, on his lover.

  Gus’ hand petted him, the touch reassuring. “Sleep.”

  He nodded, heart pounding, everything slowing.

  Chapter Six

>   T’ven

  Bastian cried until he felt empty, then he showered, washing Jacob’s body carefully. He didn’t know what to do.

  He didn’t know this man Jacob lived with.

  He didn’t know Jacob’s job.

  He didn’t know anything.

  Exhaustion finally drove him out of the bathroom and back into Jacob’s flat.

  The scent of bleach hit him right away, and he found Walt on his hands and knees in the kitchen, scrubbing the cleanest tiles he’d ever seen, hands red and raw, muttering to himself.

  “I. Uh. Hello? Do... Do you need help?”

  Walt jumped, nearly knocking over his bucket. “Oh! Hi. I... No.” Walt shook his head, eyes red-rimmed. “No, I clean. It’s what I do. I keep the place clean for my Master. Um. Coby.”

  “I know how to clean. Do you work? I mean, outside?” He bent down, took a sponge and started helping.

  Walt eeped. “You need to wash your hands first!”

  The sponge was taken from him, Walt putting it into the disposal and getting rid of it.

  “There’s enough bleach in here to kill anything and I just got out of the shower.”

  Jacob’s lover was insane.

  Walt shook his head and lined up the clean sponges on the counter. “You wash your hands and then you pick up the sponge. That’s the way it works. Wash. Pick up. Scrub. It’s simple really. If you can’t do it right, I don’t need your help. I don’t need your help anyway, you know. I take care of Coby, I clean.”

  “Okay.” He backed away, hands up. “Is there a guest room where I can sleep tonight?”

  Walt nodded. “We have a guest room, yes. We’ve never had a guest before, though.”

  Walt started rubbing the nails of one hand along the back of his other hand, as if scrubbing. “But it’s there. At the end of the hall. Behind our room. Coby’s and mine. I don’t like sleeping alone.” Walt’s eyes filled with tears and he blinked hard.

  “Me either. You’re hurting yourself.”

  “What?” Walt looked at him, frowning.

  “Your hand. You’re hurting yourself. You shouldn’t.” Jacob would fuss. Jacob always fussed.

  Walt looked down at his hands. “Oh! Oh, Master doesn’t like me doing that.” The eyes that met his again were stricken, panicked.

  Bastian clucked a little and reached down and took Walt’s hands. “It will be okay. Honest. I promise.”

  Walt squeezed his hands tight. “Do you think so? I need him.”

  “I do. They -- Jacob and Gus? They’ll come.” He helped Walt up, hugged him. “They will.”

  Walt leaned against him and took a great, sobbing breath. “They have to, Sebastian. I can’t... I’ll do the hand thing again. And. And. Things get unclean without Coby. It isn’t good at all.”

  “They will, yeah? I promise. And I’ll help until they do, okay? I will.” He held Walt tight, petted the shaking back. “We can be friends.”

  “I would like that, Sebastian. Thank you.” Walt looked up at him, looking vulnerable with the bald head and tear-drowned eyes. “You aren’t anything like I expected.”

  “No? What did you expect?” He led Walt away from the bleach and the cleansers, towards the bedroom.

  “Someone more... flaky. Coby said you were addicted to cappers and stuff.” Walt flashed him an apologetic look.

  “I used to be. A long time ago. Augie -- my lover? He helped me.” Saved him.

  Walt nodded. “Coby helps me. I would be crazy now if it weren’t for him.”

  “Well, we’ll just have to help each other until Jacob and Augie come, right?” He could do that. Help Walt. Let Walt help him.

  Walt nodded again, holding on tight to his hands. “Do you think... I don’t think I could bear to sleep alone knowing that he’s on the other side of the planet. Especially when his body is right here.”

  “Well, then, let’s cuddle together, yeah? I don’t want to wake up alone, either.”

  Walt gave him a long, scared look, then those eyes closed. “Okay. We need to change the sheets first.”

  The bedroom they walked into was impeccable, the simple double bed mattress fitted with plain sheets that boasted hospital corners. “I sat on it earlier,” Walt told him. “It needs to be redone.”

  Walt ripped the sheets off, throwing them down the laundry chute and taking a new set out of a small cupboard. The sheets were neatly folded and covered in plastic.

  “Do you want my help?” He wasn’t sure if he would upset Walt or not.

  “Coby usually leaves me to it. Maybe, you could dispose of the wrapper?” Walt held out the plastic the sheets had been wrapped in as if offering a very important honor.

  “Okay. I can do that. Is it okay to have some juice? I’m very thirsty.”

  “Oh! Yes, please. Are you hungry? I can make you some supper. I cook for Coby. I’m pretty good at it. I try very hard to make it like the fancy places. He likes that.”

  “I haven’t eaten. I don’t cook much. I get distracted.” He offered Walt a smile. “Do you like to cook?”

  Walt shrugged. “Some things. Some things are good, clean and easy. Some things are very messy. I don’t like cooking them so much.”

  “Well, then. We should only make good, clean and easy.” He winked at Walt.

  Walt gave him a smile, looking more at ease than he had yet. “Let me make the bed and then I’ll make you something to eat, show you where the clean glasses are, the juice.”

  “Okay, thank you.” He disposed of the wrapping, watching Walt work.

  The bed was quickly and efficiently made, Walt smoothing down the edges, turning under the corners sharply. Walt examined it critically before nodding. “Yes. That will do.”

  “It’s very neat.” He nodded, smiled. Their bed at home only got made on laundry day.

  Walt nodded happily and took his hand, leading him back down to the kitchen. “Oh. I haven’t finished cleaning. We could order something?”

  Walt collected the sponges on the counter and opened a cupboard that housed a small machine with the words “Porta-Sterilizer” on the top.

  “Whatever you’d like. I’m really not a picky person.” Scattered? Yes. Scared? Yes. Picky? Not so much.

  Walt nodded and put the sponges into the sterilizer before punching in an order on the commlink. Then two glasses were taken from a cupboard, filled to exactly the three-quarter mark. “Here you go. You should wash your hands before drinking.”

  “Okay. Here in the sink?” So many rules. Too many. It was making him itchy.

  Walt nodded. “Yes. Good. Coby sometimes makes things a mess and tells me to ignore it. If you asked I would try. You have his body. I could pretend it was him.”

  “No. I’m not Jacob. I’d rather you just let me be me. I’ll try not to make any messes.” He went to wash his hands, making sure to use soap.

  “Okay.” Walt watched him from beneath his eyelashes, trying not to be obvious about it, Bastian assumed.

  He washed as well as he could, then smiled over at Walt. “This okay?”

  Walt nodded. “Yes. Yes. Drink. The food will be here soon.”

  He took the glass and drank deep, eyes going wide. “Oh! This is good! What kind of juice is this?”

  Walt beamed. “Organic ganafruit. Without pulp. Pulp is nasty. Leaves those little bits all over the glass.”

  “It’s very good. Thank you.” He finished his juice, draining the glass dry. “I’ll have to get some for Augie.”

  “Tell me about your Augie.”

  “Oh. Oh, he’s very tall and wide and gentle, but firm. He loves me.” Sebastian’s smile turned tremulous. “He helps me.”

  Walt suddenly was hugging him. “Like Coby helps me.”

  “Yes.” He wrapped his arms around Walt, holding tight.

  Walt shook a little, sniffed. “I’m sorry. I miss you. Him. Coby.”

  “Yeah. Yeah. I miss my Augie, my big bed, my hair.”

  Walt looked up at him, hand sliding over his head.
“You have hair. I do not. You do.”

  “My body? Has hair down to my behind. Very long.” He found a smile for Walt, a real one.

  Walt’s eyes went wide and then he shook his hair. “Coby would hate that.”

  “I hope Gus doesn’t let him cut mine. It’s important to me.” Very.

  Walt bit his lip but only nodded.

  “Can... Can I touch your head? It looks so smooth.”

  Walt nodded. “Would you mind washing... No. Go ahead.” He was given a watery smile.

  “I can wash my hands again, if you want. Friends, right?”

  “No, Coby wouldn’t. And they’re his hands.” Walt tilted his head, offering over the bald pate.

  Sebastian reached out, touching so carefully, so gently. “Oh.... Walt. It’s soft!”

  “Coby puts cream on it. Every night.” A soft tremor went through Walt. “Maybe... maybe you could do it tonight?”

  “Yes. Yes, I could do that. Does it help you sleep?”

  “Coby helps me sleep.”

  He nodded. “Augie helps me sleep, too.”

  A buzzer sounded, making Walt jump. “Food, that is your food.”

  “Aren’t you going to eat, too?” He followed Walt to the main room, at a loss as to what to do.

  “Oh, no. I take nutrition capsules. Well, Coby makes me eat food, but when he’s not here, I take nutrition capsules.” Walt started to rub his fingernails along his hand again. “Are you going to make me eat?”

  “Do you want me to?” He twined their fingers together again.

  “I don’t know.” Walt looked up at him, holding onto his hands tightly.

  “Well, you can share with me. That’s sort of half and half.”

  Walt frowned a moment and then nodded. “Yes, that would work.” He was given a hug. “I’m so glad you’re here, Sebastian. If it cannot be my Master, I’m glad it is you.”

  “Yes. I promise that we’ll be friends even after all this is fixed.”

  Walt smiled at him and gave him another hug before going to let the food in.

  There was another production of cleaning a place for each of them at the table and their plates, the food containers wiped down with alcohol swabs. But finally the food was on their plates, the lion’s share on his, and he and Walt were seated.