Spiel Mit Mir – Kill Me
by taitofan
Rated M for sexual situations and incest (PG-13)
Disclaimer: Yeah right, as if Pokémon would ever have real twincest in it.
Author's Note: This prompt called for murder. Yeah, that wasn't going to happen.
If you have any CC, please share and I'll listen. Please read, review, and enjoy! Finished 04-07-13
"Come on Cress, you're killing me!"
Two hours. Two hours! Chili knew all too well how much of a perfectionist his brother was, but honestly. Not even the vainest bastard in the world needed that long to get ready for a not-date. And that's all it was, just two brothers going to Nimbasa City for the day. That was definitely the downside to dating your twin—you couldn't exactly make it obvious that you were doing anything that wasn't platonic.
But they knew that even if it wasn't explicit, it was the most they could get away with. The musical hall, the subways, the sports arenas, the Ferris Wheel… Not the most romantic spot perhaps, but it was enough. There was plenty to do and not get bored, and nothing that twins would seem funny doing together.
Cress had sworn they wouldn't sleep together for a month if Chili tried anything funny on the Ferris Wheel though, which was kind of a bummer, but he'd manage.
What he couldn't handle, however, was the fact Cress still wasn't ready.
"Do calm down," Cress's voice floated through the shut and locked bathroom door. Chili wasn't allowed in the bathroom while Cress was in a hurry anymore. Something about it always taking more time when they were in there together or something. Chili failed to see the point—they could have had mind-blowing shower sex, gotten dressed, and left, all in the time it was taking Cress to get ready on his own. "I'm almost finished."
"That's what you said an hour ago," he muttered under his breath, seriously wondering what in the world Cress was doing. Yeah, he usually took longer than him or Cilan, but never this long.
"All right, I'm coming out now." Chili just barely resisted the urge to throw his hands in the air and yell out "Hallelujah!" as the bathroom door opened. Out walked Cress…and Chili still didn't know what he'd done to have needed two full hours in there. He bit his tongue though—if he made Cress mad now, there'd be no not-date and all the waiting would have been for nothing.
"Great, so can we leave now?" Cress smirked, and though it was hardly an unfamiliar sight on his brother's face, it was one that only further confused Chili.
"You're just dying to know what took me so long, aren't you?" Oh. "You can't tell…" Oh.
"Sure I can!" Cress only looked smugger.
"Can you? I highly doubt that." Chili quickly looked his twin over. Normal casual clothes, normal hair style, no odd makeup, piercings, or jewelry…
"It's… You're…" He trailed off, sighing in defeat. "You win. I have no idea what's different."
Cress wasn't mad; in fact, he didn't appear upset in the slightest.
"I wouldn't suspect that you could tell," he admitted, not looking sorry; Chili would have been very surprised if Cress felt even remotely guilty for any of it. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait until tonight to find out what it is though. You see, I've been waiting for the perfect opportunity to show you my newest… purchase. I believe tonight will be just that. And I have an extra after-not-date present for you for being so patient… I expect you'll find it worth your time." With that, he walked past Chili, swaying his hips far more than was ever necessary.
"Hey, you can't just say that and then walk away!" He couldn't see Cress's expression, but he knew it was smug as hell.
"Come Chili, don't dawdle..."
"You little—!"
Yes, Cress was definitely trying to kill him, and if he kept it up, it just might work.
