switched

by Desconhecido(a)

  The temple was marble, stunning, a jeweled shrine to the twin gods, Gemin. The light-colored stone was a sharp contrast to the steel structures around it, the jewels that adorned it shimmering in the light of the suns, sending purple and red and blue and green and yellow reflections in all directions.

  The monks within all wore metal masks showing dual faces, each lovely, each fierce. Jacob stepped forward, refusing to be frightened. “My twin and I require your help.”

  He held his hand back for Sebastian, standing tall. Sebastian’s hand slid into his, his twin standing with him, their lovers coming to flank him.

  “The gods said you would come. You have performed well. You have pleased them.”

  Jacob growled, shaking. “They have not pleased me.”

  It was Gus’ hand that slid along his back. “Careful, Jacob. Pleased or not, they are the gods and they have the power to change you back.”

  Coby nodded, swallowed his words. “We have come to ask that our souls return to the bodies they belong to.”

  “Are you sure that is what you want?” one of the monks asked him.

  Gus growled a little, and Walt’s hand tightened in his.

  Sebastian surprised him by stepping forward. “Please. My body has needs, pains that my twin has not earned.”

  Gus hummed, pride evident in the sound.

  The monk tilted his head. “And your own needs do not enter in?”

  “I didn’t say that. I want my body back.”

  Coby nodded. “Please. We need our bodies back.”

  “Our gods are indeed pleased and will do as you ask. Please come. Just the two of you. The others must wait here.”

  Gus grumbled but wrapped one hand around Walter’s, tugging him to a bench. “We will wait here. I’ll take care of Walter.”

  “We’ll be right back.” Jacob took Sebastian’s hand again, helping him up the stairs.

  As they reached the door, Sebastian stopped, met his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

  “This isn’t your fault.”

  “I don’t mean this. I mean, before. When I was using.” Sebastian offered him a sad smile. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

  He nodded, squeezed his brother’s hand. “It was a long time ago, Tanny. We’re both different people now.”

  Sebastian grinned, chuckled. “Yeah, but I really want to be a different person in the same body.”

  “Well, then, come in. Let’s put things back to right.”

  The temple door opened and they went in together, hand in hand.

  Chapter Thirteen

  When they walked out of the temple, it was the next morning and they were both exhausted, worn.

  They stumbled into the little room where Gus and Walt were sleeping. Or pacing.

  Whatever.

  Gus looked up and shook Walt awake, the bald man stumbling to his feet. They looked at Bastian and Jacob and then Gus growled. “Well?”

  They stood, hand-in-hand, looking, the playful spirit of Gemin in both of them. “It’s over. It’s all over.”

  Walt’s eyes were wide, looking from one to the other, blinking. Gus took a step forward and growled. “Bastian? I want you down on your knees in front of me. Now.”

  Bastian shivered, lips parting, moving before he could even think, hair soft and silken around his shoulders.

  “Damn it, Tanny. You ruined the surprise.”

  Gus growled. “Fuck you, Jacob. We waited long enough.”

  Gus’ hands guided Bastian to his knees, solid and good on his shoulders -- his shoulders. One thick thumb slid into his mouth, parting his lips. “I’ve been dreaming of this,” murmured Gus.

  “Yes.” He opened eagerly, desperate, hungry for the taste of his lover. “Please.” He heard Coby rumble, heard Walt’s happy-happy cry.

  Gus’ prick pushed into his mouth, head heavy and leaking. He took it all, groaning, sobbing, pulling hard on that fat, fine cock.

  “Yes! Bastian. Oh, my Precious.” Gus’ fingers slid through his hair, stroking through it before those big palms cupped his head, held him in place.

  He blinked up, eyes wide, watching. His Augie. His body. His life.

  “My Precious. Sebastian. I love you.”

  Gus’ eyes started to roll, hips snapping into his mouth, a roar sounding as heat splashed against the back of his throat. He swallowed, drank Gus in deep, throat working. Gus purred, cock slipping from his lips as his lover went to his knees, mouth taking his.

  He crowed, snuggling in, so hard, so needy. “Augie. Please.”

  “I know, Precious, I know.” One of those great hands wrapped right around his prick, stroking just like he liked it. It hadn’t been this good since... the last time he was in his own body.

  “Yours.” He arched, hips pushing, glorying in those warm eyes. “Yours.”

  “Oh, yes. All mine. Inside and out. All mine.”

  “Yes. Yes,” He ached, so hot, so hard.

  So happy.

  Gus purred, mouth taking his hard enough to tilt his head back. The hand around his cock tightened, Gus moving faster, knowing just what he liked, what he needed. He jerked, coming hard enough that the room went grey, fingers gripping Gus’ shoulders. Gus held onto him, kept stroking him, kissing him.

  “Take me home. Please, Augie. Let’s go home.”

  Gus nodded. “I’ve got tickets for the train tomorrow. We’ll be home before you know it.”

  “Private room for the three weeks?”

  “That’s right. Just you and me and a bed.”

  “Yes...” He could almost come again, just from that thought.

  Coby’s voice sounded. “Then you’ll need to find us an apartment, Tanny. Close enough that you two can visit each other.”

  “We’re going?” Walt asked, voice happy, a little dazed.

  Gus chuckled. “Good job, Jacob.”

  “Just in case. And somebody needs to keep your ego in line, Gus.”

  Gus laughed, the sound free and easy, his lover’s arms wrapped around him. “Love your hair, Precious.”

  “It’s good to have it back.” He held on tight, not intending to ever let go.

  Gus purred. “Well, Jacob. Will you put us up for another night? Perhaps we can have a celebration.”

  “One more night, and then you two have to go and find me an apartment.” Jacob laughed, the sound almost merry. “Come on. Let’s go have a party!”

  ***

  T’ven

  Coby had been serious about the party and Walt was fretting over the ... well, everything.

  A bowl of chips had been knocked over onto the floor.

  Sauce spilled on the coffee table.

  The champagne had exploded from its bottle and had gone everywhere.

  Walt was trying very hard -- very hard -- not to let any of it bother him, but he’d only had Coby back, truly back, for less than a day, and he was very nearing the end of his rope.

  Coby was having such a good time, though, sparring lightly with Gus, getting to know, really getting to know, Sebastian.

  Walt sat in his chair and dug his nails into his palms harder and harder, forcing himself not to rock, not to moan, not to let it bother him that no one had vacuumed the rug, or wiped up the coffee table, cleaned the tiny drops of champagne from, well, everything.

  He just smiled and smiled because he liked Sebastian and Gus, he did, and he didn’t want Coby to think he couldn’t handle living close to them.

  Coby, though, always saw him.

  Always.

  “Baby, come here.” Sharp, insistent, Coby’s voice brooked no argument.

  He stood and walked over to the couch where Coby was sitting next to Gus, fingers digging in harder as his feet crunched over the chips. “Yes, Master?”

  “What do you need?” Those eyes were so sharp, so focused.

  He lowered his head, but whispered the truth. “It would only take a few seconds to vacuum, Master.”

  “Then vacuum, baby. This is your house.” Those eyes caught his again
. “Then, when you’re finished, I’m going to bind your hands.”

  “My hands?” he looked down at them, noticing the half moon marks in his palms, the blood. “Oh.” He bit his lip and looked hopefully at Coby. “Can I clean the coffee table and the area where the champagne sprayed first?”

  “If you do, I’m going to take you into the bedroom after and plug you, too. Your choice.”

  He whimpered softly. He got to clean up the dirt and Coby was going to bind and plug him? Oh, his Master was in a very good mood.

  He nodded and started to clean, working quickly, but efficiently, scrubbing and scrubbing and vacuuming.

  Sebastian walked by, nudged his shoulder. “Need any help?”

  He shook his head. “I’ve got it, thanks.” On impulse he gave Sebastian a hug and a kiss. “For helping me.”

  Sebastian hugged him back, grinning ear-to-ear. “You’ll have to make a list of everything you want in a flat, Walt. I want to find a good place.”

  “Someplace that’s easy to keep clean. Not a lot of dust and dirt nearby. And a bed for me and Coby. That’s all I need.”

  He smiled and scrubbed at the side of the couch, wincing as the diluted bleach slid into one of his cuts.

  “I can arrange that.” Sebastian threw some odds and ends away, then went to sit on Gus’ lap.

  He smiled over, eyes lingering on Coby. His Master was so beautiful, it made him catch his breath. “Sebastian? Could you put the vacuum away for me? I must submit myself to have my hands bound.”

  “Sure, Walt. No problem.”

  Coby watched him, cuffs held in one hand. “Better, baby?”

  He nodded, distracted by the cuffs, by Coby’s eyes. He held out his arms. “All better. I forget sometimes. That I’m yours. But you remind me and then it’s good. It’s better.” He nodded. “Good.”

  Coby smiled. “I’ll never let you forget, baby.”

  The cuffs were fastened tight around his wrists, the bondage secure, comforting. He could feel Gus and Bastian watching, and the knowledge that those eyes understood, didn’t judge, was precious.

  He moaned softly, his own eyes on Coby.

  “To the bedroom. I want to plug you.”

  A shiver of anticipation went through him. “Yes, Master.”

  Coby stood, smiled at Gus and Bastian. “We’ll be back in a few. Make yourselves at home.”

  Then his elbow was taken and he was led to their bed, his pants unfastened. “Bend over, baby.”

  Moaning, he did as he was told, bending eagerly.

  “So pretty.” Coby’s hands moved over his ass, touching, stroking. “Are you slick for me?”

  He whimpered, shaking his head. He was so out of practice. “I’m sorry, Master.”

  “Tomorrow? Our routine starts again.” The sound of a bottle opening sounded and three slick fingers pushed deep inside him.

  He groaned, pushing back on Coby’s fingers. “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”

  “You’ve been left on your own too long.” Coby’s lips brushed his hip, so warm.

  “Sebastian was very good to me,” he protested, shivering at Coby’s touch, pushing back, wanting more and wanting it enough to risk a punishment for pushing.

  “You don’t need Sebastian, you need me.” Three fingers became four, spreading him wide.

  He gasped, head resting on the cuffs that wrapped around his hands and wrists. “Yes, Master.” He spread his legs wider, his hips soon rocking back, taking Coby’s fingers eagerly.

  “Hungry little hole...” Coby purred, free hand reaching for the plug.

  “Starving for you, Master.” Coby’s touch was like magic, filling him.

  “Beautiful.” A thick, heavy plug was slicked, pressed into his hole, spreading him.

  He gasped, cried out and then pushed back, taking it, taking it for Coby.

  “Mmm... that’s right. Filling you up, then you won’t have to think about the mess, just your ass, my will.”

  He nodded. “Yes. Yes, Master.”

  His body clenched hard around the plug, a shudder moving through him. “Oh, Coby. Thank you.”

  His ass was stroked, his balls rolled. “You’re welcome, baby. How does it feel?”

  “Big. Good.”

  His pants were carefully pulled up and he was helped by those strong hands. “Come on, now. We have company.”

  He shivered and nodded, leaned against Coby. “Yes, Master.”

  Coby took his hand, leading him into the main room again, the plug spreading him wide. It made his hips sway; he could feel it shift with every step. It made him feel sexy.

  When they came into the living room, Bastian was between Gus’ legs, the thick cock sliding in and out of Bastian’s mouth. Walt’s eyes widened and he gasped softly.

  “Mmm...” Coby leaned against the wall, hand sliding around him, dipping into his slacks. “Aren’t they fine together?”

  He shivered, eyes riveted. Gus’ hands were big, solid, wrapped in Bastian’s long hair, guiding Bastian’s movements. They both had looks of bliss upon their faces. Walt nodded, whispered, “Yes, Master.”

  “Tell me what you’re thinking.” That strong hand circled his cock, started moving.

  “They’re beautiful. I... I like watching them. It makes me feel good knowing Sebastian has something like that.”

  “Yes. They love each other.” Coby’s mouth teased his neck, teeth dragging.

  He moaned, head going back. “I love you.”

  “I love you, baby. Every inch.”

  He rippled, moaning, rubbing back against Coby.

  “Watch them, just feel.” Coby wasn’t watching, was loving on his shoulders, his spine.

  “Yes, Master,” he whispered, eyes glued to the sexy tableau in front of him.

  Coby’s hand kept working him, cock rubbing behind him. Bastian’s head moved eagerly, soft little sounds filling the air. Gus’ purrs were lovely, almost addictive. Walt could see how they would make Bastian feel special. Walt moaned again, hips moving his cock into Coby’s hand.

  “My baby...” Coby’s whisper was low, rough.

  He arched, rubbing back against Coby. “Master. Yours.”

  “Yes.” Coby’s thumb rubbed the tip of his cock, working it.

  “Master!” Just like that Coby took him from quietly wanton to needy.

  “Yes, baby.” Teeth skittered across his shoulder. “You can come, if you need to.”

  “Oh!” With that he shot, heat pulsing from his cock and over Coby’s hand, his ass tightening around the plug, which made him shiver and shudder some more.

  He heard Gus groan, saw him arch into Bastian’s mouth at the same time.

  “Oh,” he whispered, rubbing back against Coby.

  “Tell them goodnight, baby. I want you.”

  “Goodnight, baby,” he murmured, mesmerized by Coby’s voice.

  Gus looked up and chuckled. “Goodnight, Jacob, Walter. Thank you.”

  “We’ll be in contact, Augustus.”

  “We’ll find you a place. Don’t you worry. Bastian will make sure it has everything you need.”

  “I’m not worried. Come to bed, baby.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Walt smiled, Gus and Sebastian already forgotten, as his hand slipped into Coby’s.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Rannalin

  Home. Gus purred as they walked in the door.

  Not that the train hadn’t been fun, but it wasn’t home. There weren’t any toys or their playroom or their big beautiful bed. Gus would have kissed the floor, but... well, neither he nor Bastian were Walter and their floors weren’t up to being kissed. Instead he locked the door firmly, grabbed Bastian’s hand and headed straight for the playroom.

  Bastian chuckled, stumbling along behind him, fingers squeezing. “Pushy!”

  “That’s not all I am tonight. I am going to use you hard and leave you melted and sticky, my Precious.”

  “Oh. Oh, promise?”

  “I promise, Ba
stian. When I’m done with you, you will not even know your own name, let alone how to stand.”

  Bastian shuddered, hurrying to press against him, his lover’s cock rubbing against his thigh.

  He chuckled. “Now who’s pushy?”

  “Not me. I’m never pushy...” Bastian’s laugh was sweet, low, rich.

  Laughing himself, he pushed Bastian up against the wall and took that sweet laughter into himself, swallowing it whole. Bastian opened easily, one leg wrapping around his hip.

  He kissed Bastian long and hard, deep, and then he backed away. “Not yet. Not now. You wait.”

  “Augie...” Bastian’s eyes were wide, bright.

  “You wait.” He said it firmly, hand wrapping around Bastian’s balls, tugging on them, leading Bastian further into the playroom.

  “Mean man.” The words were almost purred.

  He laughed, led Bastian right to the dresser, pulled out some leather straps and wrapped them around Bastian’s balls, around his prick. “You wait.”

  Bastian’s thighs spread, hips bucking. “Oh. Oh, it’s been so long...”

  “Nearly three months. We’re going to make up for that now.”

  He took out the cuffs,. Bastian didn’t fight him, wanted this. Such a difference since the last time he had them out. Those eyes watched him, Bastian relaxing as the cuffs were fastened onto the slim wrists.

  “Precious.” He leaned forward and licked at Bastian’s lips. “You are perfection.”

  “Just yours.” Bastian opened, stepped closer.

  He nodded. “Mine. No just about it.”

  He turned back to the dresser and pulled open the drawer with the whips and the floggers, paddles. “Choose two.”

  Bastian chose a leather covered paddle and a three-tailed flogger. “These.”

  He swallowed a groan, hand moving back to slide along Bastian’s ass. “Excellent.”

  “I love you.” Bastian arched, pushed into his touch.

  “I know. It makes me happy. You make me happy, Precious.”

  He stroked Bastian’s ass a moment longer and then led him to the chains that hung from the ceiling, hooking the cuffs to the chains, adjusting them so Bastian was stretched up onto the balls of his feet.