Beginning Note\ There's some secks in this chapter. 3
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Winter had stolen the land from it's once brilliant days. The red and orange leaves had turned to dust, replaced by the cadavers of the trees. A cold, steely grey city was left, a sprinkling of snow as icing coating the city slowly. People could be seen walking the streets swiftly, wrapped in their coats and scarves as they shivered on their way to work. Snow plows had left the roads a dark river between the icy buildings, piles of snow driven up to either edge. Away from the inner city, most of the snow was left in place, clean, simple, and pure and very much a hazard. Yossi trundled through, her snow boats heavily clogging through, nearly slipping off with each difficult pace. A bag of groceries was at her side as she made her way back to the hotel. With a fear of driving, possibly derived from the swift and dangerous vehicular escapes piloted by the twins, she settled for the simple pleasure of walking or taking the bus.
Huffing loudly, she drug herself up to the hotel lobby and to a large and elaboratly designed elevator, which chimed open after a minute. In the shiney, reflective interior, she could see herself, her red nose and cheeks peeking out from between a large scarf and a beany pulled low to her eyebrow. Snow was slowly melting on top of her head and shoulders. She felt impossibly damp and in dire need of a hot bath to warm her frigid bones. Drowsily, she heaved the bag of groceries up once more as the elevator doors slid open, her reflection torn in two as they parted smoothly.
It was difficult to move her quickly stiffening limbs to exit the elevator. Their room seemed so far down the hall, when it was only half of the way, an illusion surely created from her exhaustion. She groaned quietly and sauntered onwards, the cozy warmth of the hotel not doing much to ease her tired body. When she finally made it to their room, she paused at the door, still holding the bag, she leaned her forehead against the door to catch her breath. It felt cool against her slowly warming skin.
The door opened while she was still lent against it. She gasped and jumped back. One of the twins stood there smirking at her.
Sighing, she frowned at him, "it's cold outside," she said, then walked towards him intending to push him aside.
When he didn't move, she scowled, feeling more and more agitated. Most of the time they tended to be difficult and a little sadistic, the rest of them was all mystery, something that irritated Yossi quite well. The twin still smirked down at her. He appeared like an immovable ivory wall that was keeping Yossi from her steamy tub of water. She was suddenly feeling desperate for any form of relaxation, if only he would move.
"Ok, what is it? I'm really tired, ya know?" Yossi glared up at him, determined to not get too annoyed when all she wanted to do was enjoy a bath.
Surprising Yossi, he reached down and grabbed the bag of groceries from her. She hadn't noticed how heavy it had been till she was relieved from it. The twin's expression turned from a smirk to a cocky grin, in which he promptly turned and left Yossi to only follow in his wake. She left the entrance of the hotel room and crossed through the living room, passing by the other twin, who she had a feeling was probably smirking as well.
Trying her best to ignore this all, she headed straight for the bathroom and stripped while she ran the water as warm as she could handle it.
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The bathroom was dark except for the soft yellow of a decorative light above the bathtub. Yossi had a warm washcloth pressed over her eyes, her head lent back against the tub as she did her best to rid her mind of all thoughts and completely and utterly relax, relieving her muscles of all tension. It was more difficult than it sounded. Her mind kept lapsing back to the most troublesom thoughts. Two more years and she would have to hack the Matrix for the twins. She was intensly worried about what would happen after that. The life she had before seemed impossible to return to. She was a potential to the rebels, would they take her after she had killed three of them? She slowly sank into the water, the edges of the washcloth soaked up more warmth as she held her breath under the water. Beneath the washcloth, a line had appeared between her eyebrows as her expression mirrored the troubles inside her mind. She tilted her head till her mouth was above the water and took a breath of air, letting it out slowly.
Icy lips pressed against hers. Yossi flinched, causing the once still water to ripple. A cool hand tilted her face upwards more and the twin's tounge flicked against her lips. Dipping his arm into the water, he wrapped it around Yossi's waist and she was slowly pulled from the water. She tilted her head back, balancing the washcloth against her eyes. The twin carried her across the bathroom to the only part of the wall that was bare, and balanced her there, her back pressed against the cool surface. Finally the washcloth fell as the twin kissed her again. She brought her hands to either side of his face, smoothing them over his skin till she wrapped her arms around his neck.
The twin's lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, where he nibbled just a bit till he moved on to her neck. Yossi was breathing heavily by then, she tilted her head back against the wall, her eyes only half open. She could see over his head that most of his clothes had been discarded, on route to the bathtub. His silver coat was closest to the door, following that were his boots, then socks, then shirt, all that was left to be adorned in was pants. Something deep inside her trembled with excitement and she pressed herself closer to him. In the past month that the twins had been advancing upon her, she had yet to lose her innocence.
Her cheeks felt warm now, she could feel his intentions through the fabric of his pants as his hands ran down her back, tickling her spine till he reached her buttocks. His teeth grazed her shoulder and Yossi pressed into him further, her fingers massaging into his back. His tongue traced the pulse in her neck, the beat of her heart had quickened till she felt as if she had been running miles before then. She was flushed when he peered at her, her cheeks had deepened to a shade of pink as she returned the gaze with drowsy eyes. With only the dim light over the tub behind him, he appeared to glow. Her stomach was full with the flutter of butterflies as one of his hands moved up her waist to the side of her breast. He dipped his head once more to lightly kiss her nipple. Yossi's eyes closed and she bent her head to rest atop his.
He surprised her when he pulled away, "stand," he said simply.
Yossi blinked, confused, but did as he said. She was much shorter than the twin, he could only kiss her forehead without bending at all. For a second, Yossi believed he would completely undress. Her eyes widened for a moment with that thought. But then he knelt to his knees and at once the twin's intentions were clear. She spread her legs just a bit with the twin's coaxing. She wasn't sure if she could stand for long as she grabbed the twin's shoulders and moaned just a bit when he flicked his tongue across a most sensitive spot.
"I..can't stand through this," she gasped after minute, trembling slightly when he peered up at her almost mischeviously. He stood slowly, running his hand up her inner thigh and against her sensativity just slightly till he was standing before her. Yossi reached her arms around his neck till he bent and picked her up again, this time he headed for the door. Yossi flicked her tongue over his earlobe, nibbling. This she learned quickly was something they both enjoyed. The twin carried her into the lounge, his brother was draped over an oversized chair, sitting quietly in the twilight of the room. Outside, the sun was almost completely set, and nobody had bothered to turn on any lights. The twin, looking almost asleep in the chair for a moment, stirred only enough to fold his hands in his lap with a smirk upon his lips.
Yossi was laid upon the couch. Many times one watched while she was brought to orgasm, it didn't bother her like it used to. At one time, one of them even stroked her hair as she lay moaning through the others menstrations. She was still damp from the bath, her hair still dripping and soaking the soft fabric of the couch. His tongue was playing with the area around her belly button, she squirmed just a bit, tickled by it. Her eyes had closed as she grinned, her hands brought about her head to hold the arm rest above her. It was then that she realized that the other wasn't going to be left out. His fingers brushed against her's as he bent over, this time playing a more bold part in their game. He kissed her deeply while standing above her, both hands gripping her wrists. Her stomach tingled again.
Blinking up at him, she noticed the only article of his attire missing was his coat when he pulled away and kneeled, still softly holding her wrists. Her attention, however, was quickly returned to his brother, when he grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer till she wrapped her legs around his body. It was then that she noticed he was naked. He must have undressed while she was occupied by his brother, who was crawling over the side of the couch, picking her head up to put in his lap. She had laced her fingers behind his back while he smoothed his hands down her sides while he watched idly with a small smirk upon his expression. Yossi was curious about it, but her attention was quickly returned to the other. He had gripped her waist as he bent over to softly kiss her stomach. He was going to take her virginity, Yossi realized with a gasp.
Yelping loudly, she untangled her fingers from behind the twin whose lap her head occupied and gripped his shirt. Her face was a mask of pain as she gritted her teeth. A cold hand brushed against her cheek as he quietly shushed her comfortingly. The pain was slowly subsiding, however, replaced by pleasure as the twin set a slow, methodical pace. Releasing her waist, he repositioned himself till his face was just below her's, where he nibbled her collar bone. His brother, still expressing a smirk, peered down at Yossi. She could feel him watching her and her eyes blinked open. He ran his hands over her still wet hair, almost matching the rhythm of his brother.
The cold body of the twin bent over her was comforting, and so she felt a little lost when he straightened himself. His pale bodice held her gaze instantly and the urge to run her fingers across his alabastor skin was almost too much. She wouldn't have to wait long, however, as his brother ran his hands beneath her and brought her to a sitting position. Yossi peered up at the face of the twin before her, his expression was calm and secretive as usual. The twin behind her ran his fingers across her back, his brother then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer as he moved to position her to the other side of him. The arm of the couch reached just below the middle of her back and she leaned over it till her hair was dangling below as the twin kissed the area between her breasts and found a much faster pace inside of her.
Yossi's moans were soft at first. Her arms and legs were wrapped around him as his hands moved slowly down her back till he reached her butt. He slowed, he wouldn't end this now. He moved again, this time into a regular sitting position. Yossi was led to his lap by him slowly and she could see that his brother was leaning against the other arm, watching with an almost bored expression upon his face. When he saw Yossi peering at him, however, the edge of his lips perked into a lop-sided grin.
Yossi felt odd, sitting atop the twin. Her hands idly roamed across his chest. When the twin realized she would need a little coaxing, however, he gripped her waist, thrusting till Yossi would meet his pace. She glared and wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his dreaded hair, doing as he implied while he did the rest. The pace he set was maddening, quickening and slowing, working her to a frenzy and then settling down. This time, a warmth came quickly to her stomach, but he stopped again. She was panting and watching him as he pulled her away from him. She felt the other twin stirring to the side. He moved slowly towards them and pulled Yossi off his brother like she were a favored doll. The warmth between her legs was damp and felt cold when he left her.
Icy, pale arms wrapped around her bosom as she was drug towards the other side of the couch. The twin behind her laid her between his legs as he reclined against the arm of the couch as the other twin followed. He crawled the short distance till both arms were on either side of Yossi's waist. Her eyes were closed and her head tilted back against the chest of the twin as he ran his hands across her breasts, massaging her gently as his brother kissed her inner thigh. He moved onward however, toying with her till he yet again brought her nearly to orgasm. Yossi's hands were gripping the knees of the twin behind her when his brother stopped.
Opening her eyes, Yossi glared at the man before her. She wanted to tell him to stop playing, she needed to be fulfilled and now, less she risk exploding. She pulled herself up by the twin's knee and used her other hand to snake around the others neck, pulling him closer. His dreads fell over his shoulder and touched the skin of her breasts as she pulled him atop her. She bit his lower lip, almost painfully, but he didn't flinch. She kissed him deeply as he positioned himself again, working into her and this time not stopping.
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Waking in a completely different area than where you fell asleep can be quite disorientating. Pushing the covers off her sweating body, Yossi wasn't perturbed that she wasn't dressed, and didn't bother to cover herself. It was simply too hot to worry about nudity. Despite the fact that she was lightly sweating, there was something cool against her skin. Opening her eyes fully and peering off to the one side, she realized that a half dressed twin was laying beside her, still and silent as if he were asleep. She only guessed that his eyes must be closed, but she wasn't fooled, she learned long ago that they didn't sleep. His presence was like a cool breeze against her body, yet she was still too warm for comfort. The part of the bed where she lay had gathered her body heat and hadn't let it go, but the body of the twin was so cool and comfortable. There was room on the other side of him, and thus she decided to lay there and doze for the rest of the morning. He was laying atop the covers, but Yossi wasn't planning on climbing under.
She reached over him, crawling to the other side when she paused. In her position, she was straddling him, but he hadn't moved an inch. No emotion perked his lips. Perhaps he really was asleep. This was a first. He was at her mercy, finally. A sense of power overcame her. Never in those five years had she ever succeeded in surprising one. His expression was serene and the pale light from the shaded window made his complexion utterly smooth. She had to restrain herself from touching him. She didn't want to ruin this oppertunity. There was only one thing on her mind. To remove the sunglasses that for so long masked their eyes.
Her hand inched towards his face. Her stomach was a pure knot as she closed the distance. She would kill the mystery finally, but she paused. Halfway and she couldn't move. Some form of regret was washing over her. She shook her head and clinched her eyes closed. This was the only time she had ever gotten a chance, ever had them unawares. The moment took forever, but when her fingertips brushed against the metal, she stopped breathing entirely.
One of the twins hands was resting atop his chest, the other a ways from his side. Yossi's knee was resting between his arm and his waist, and it was there that the twin's thumb brushed against her skin. Yossi gripped the side of his sunglasses between her pointer and her thumb. The twins hand caressed her thigh till it was resting at her waist, but he didn't move to stop her. She met her own eyes in the reflection of the glass, her expression was worried. A thin line appeared above her brow and her heart hammered against her ribs. The twin was still as serene as when she first straddled him.
She bent till her face was just above his own, her eyes were large in the reflection. She tilted her head just a bit and kissed him for a long moment, exploring his mouth fully before pulling away, and as she did, the glasses came with. She hadn't realized that her eyes were closed. As she pulled the sunglasses free, she squeezed her eyes tightly and cringed. A silent moment passed before Yossi felt the twins hand cup her cheek. He pulled her closer and Yossi slowly relaxed, but was still refraining from opening her eyes.
"What are you afraid of," his voice sounded foreign to Yossi's ears. They hadn't talked much the last couple of days.
A tear trickled down her cheek, she wanted to apologize, but no words were escaping her throat. She could feel his presence like a comforting shadow, she wouldn't have to move much to kiss him again. The sunglasses were still clutched within her hand, but she had forgotten about them. The twin raised to lean upon one of his elbows as the other hand left her waist to smooth the wet trail of the tear away. She felt ashamed.
"Open your eyes," Yossi could feel his icy breath against her lips as he spoke. He kissed her, pulling her closer as he laid back against the pillows. Finally, Yossi released the sunglasses, using that hand to caress his cheek, running her thumb along his jaw. She sat up then, peering down at the twin, who's eyes were slowly opening. Her heart was a ball of clenched muscle that kept getting tighter and tighter. She thought she shouldn't have been so nervous about this, but in the five years that she had spent with them, their eyes were a well guarded secret. She felt as if she were opening Pandora's box, as if something terrible would soon happen.
"Grey," her breath escaped her slowly, almost painfully. Dark eyelashes contrasted the pure white of his hair, and appeared so soft. She pressed her lips to the side of his eye as he stroked her hair before exploring further downwards yet again. Rolling till he was on top, the twin peered closely at Yossi as she smoothed her hands over his pale chest. Pants were the only thing he donned this morning. She wrapped her legs around his waist, she wanted to ask him why they always wore their glasses, but she was satisfied for today. It seemed the removal of them was something very important, questions could wait till tomorrow.
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The afternoon promised another arctic night. The sky was grey and dim, the clouds were low and moist and offered only more snow and low temperatures. Inside the hotel, however, it was cozy. The harsh outside weather was like a distant memory for those who lounged in the warmth of their heated homes. Back when there was no electricity, babies were often born in the late summer, and there's a perfectly good reason for that. Couple's bundled together for body warmth next to those warm fires. Plus there's not much more you can do when your stuck inside with a snow storm raging against your log house.
Yossi emerged for the second time that day from an exhausted slumber. This time, however, she was alone in her bed, and rather cold. Thick blankets made a comfortable nest around her, and she pulled them up around her shoulders as she sat up, looking about. Lazily she untangled herself from the comforters and found her clothes that had been neatly folded on the bottem corner of the bed. With an extravagent yawn, she lightly stepped from the bed to search the hotel room for it's other occupants, pulling at her clothes till they layed comfortably against her skin. Goosebumps rose upon her arms. Even though the room was at an even temperature, after the warmth of the covers of her bed, the heating of the room wasn't the same. Or at least she was certain that the temperature had thrown her off.
Searching the small rooms, she found no sign of the twins. This made her nervous and her heart beat rapidly in her ears. Finally she noticed that the door to their room was wide open. She stood in the middle of the entrance to the hotel room staring with wide eyes into the hall. A gunshot exploded somewhere below and a lady screamed. Yossi slowly peered around the corner into the oddly silent hallway. The elevator door was parallel to her own. She stood there for a moment and in her silence another gun exploded a bullet. She jumped and right after the elevator chimed, announcing its arrival.
Instead of the expected silver and white bodies, four people in mostly black exited through the sliding doors. Yossi's eyes were impossibly wide, they turned and walked straight for her. She stumbled back, falling on her rump. Her hands shook when she scrambled to close and lock the door, and she trembled even more when she raced to the closet to find her bag with her guns. Just as she pulled the hammer back, the sound of a gun and splintering wood echoed into the room. Her ears rang as she aimed for whoever was going to turn the corner into the bedroom. The hotel room was small, a little entrance way led straight to the living room and kitchen, all neatly decorated in white, yet off to the left was the large bedroom and bathroom. Yossi stood in front of the bed, the blankets still a tangled mass in the middle, the pillows still askew. She had to force herself to hold the gun steady, but she was standing there aiming at air. Noone had turned the corner.
Yossi knew better than to go and search for them. She knew the best thing to do would be to lock herself in the bathroom, but the twins weren't with her. They hadn't told her to hide, she was all by herself. The gun began to feel heavy in her hands and she shivered again. She crept slowly towards the door, her eyes still wide as she tried to look everywhere at once. Standing in the middle of the bedroom door, she couldn't make herself take another step. Intuition kept her cemented there, and she soon realized why. The handle of her Browning was gripped in both hands, held out before her, yet all possibility of aiming was gone as she trembled. A black-clad body stepped out from the entrance way corner and Yossi tripped over her feet, falling to the ground, her gun landing a few feet from her body as she used her foot to quickly slam the door. She turned over and scrambled to arm herself again. She pointed the barrel squarely at where the rebel had once stood and fired several times.
Though she knew the man wouldn't stand there, it was stil satifying to know there was a hole where he once was. She panted for a second and stood once more, then sprinted for the bathroom. This was the farthest she could go, however. A sinking feeling overcame her as she heard the door to the bedroom open. The bathroom door had no lock she ran for the fartherest place from the door, the standing shower. She climbed in, pushing the door as far open as it could go, she held it there with her foot, and aimed for the first thing to walk through. The door burst open, breaking one of it's hinges. A large black boot was the first thing Yossi saw, and she fired once at it. Whoever it was quickly recoiled, yet was unharmed, she missed by an inch, leaving only a small bullet hole in the tile floor, which stood out like a black eye against the rest of the shining white.
After the explosion of her gun, the hotel went dead silent. Her ears began to ring again as she tried to not pant loudly. If she could only see how many rebels were in her room she could know exactly how many bullets she had to spare, and so far she wasn't doing too well. Her clip was already missing a few bullets from the last time she used it. She didn't make a habit of checking her guns often.
"Your friends are dead, Yossi," an unfamiliar, female voice echoed into the bathroom. Did she mean the twins?
Yossi's blood seemed to have turned to ice. Her finger stiffened on the trigger and she stopped breathing. The bathroom grew very dark as she stood alone in the shower. Yossi stood a little straighter, moving her foot that was keeping the shower door open, so it slowly closed with a creaking sound. That was why she was defending herself all alone. That was why the door was open and why she awoke in solitude. Because they weren't there anymore. Where does a dead program go? Somebody stood before Yossi, blocking the light from the open bathroom door. Through the fogged glass of the shower door, it's figure was hazy. Whoever it was, however, had long blonde hair. Yossi's world was diminished till that was all she could see, and when the door was opened, she fainted.
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In her frigid darkness, the grey eyes of the programs peered down at her. Everything the twins meant to Yossi was conveyed through that color now, protection, strength, survival, lust, and more. Nausea burned at the back of her throat. Her stomach clenched tightly and her meager meal jumped up into her mouth. She turned over and let it all out. She blinked up into a burning light. Her world was still upside down and as she attempted to sit up, everything melted and slid down till she was in darkness again.
The second time she awoke, it was easier to sit up. Hunger gnawed at her insides, urging her to find food. When she opened her eyes, her world was more stable than the last time she looked around. She studied her surroundings for a second. Nothing was familiar. Her heart hammered fiercely at her chest as fear gripped at her mind. The room smelled faintly of mold beneath the heavy stench of her vomit, even though a harsh flouresent light shimmered on the shiney stainless steel interior. It was cold, the only furnishings were a matching steel chair and a table. Yossi picked herself up off the ground and peered at her reflection in the small window of the door that almost blended in with the wall. She padded over to it trying to gaze through the one way mirror.
A long sigh escaped as she slowly slid to the floor with her back pressed to the door. Her head hung between her knees as she nervously ran her hands through her hair. The twins continued to run through her mind. She hoped dearly that she only imagined what they said, or better yet, it was a lie. But where were the twins? Why weren't they there to help her? If they were alive, wouldn't they rescue her soon? She looked up again and studied the room, she needed to think of a way to escape. Her brows came together, forming a small line between them. She didn't even know where she was, and from the looks of it, the only way out was the door at her back. The situation was bleak indeed.
The pangs of hunger grumbled loudly, breaking the silence. She jumped up, however, when a click alerted her that somebody had unlocked the door behind her. She took several steps backwards, and as it slowly, soundlessly swung open, she sprinted for the far corner and sank to the floor. Her eyes resembled a fretfull fawns as she watched with her nerves stretched thin for whoever was going to walk through the door.
A woman in shimmering leather and heavy boots walked in with stunning grace. Her long blonde air was pulled into a loose pony tail, straight and smooth. She was stunning as she moved to sit in the only chair, her hands folded neatly. Sun glasses shaded her eyes like all the rebels, but Yossi was certain she'd have clear blue irises. A ghost of a smile gave her dimples, she was sure this woman couldn't be much older than herself, unless she had a beauty that lasted well into old age.
With apprehension, Yossi uncurled from the protective ball she had rolled into, her legs stretching out before she crossed them. Her hands moved slowly to the cold floor, pushing beneath her thighs that had momentarily warmed them.
"Are you hungry? I'm sure you must be," as the woman spoke, Yossi's eyes flitted to the old vomit drying on the floor. It wasn't something she would have liked for the woman to see. She almost apologized, but the woman spoke again before she could summon any words, "I'll have that cleaned up when I get you some food. But what I have to say is more important than your dinner."
The way she spoke surprised Yossi. Her pronuniation was harsh and direct, making her seem stern and almost bitter. Yossi brought her legs back up, her head just above her knees.
"You have an amazing hacking record, Yossi," the way she said her name surfaced a memory, she was person who kicked the bathroom door in, who told her the twins were dead, "and we have an idea why the ghosts have kept you so long. You've been with them for almost six years now, haven't you?" she didn't wait for Yossi to answer, "Another record you have, however, isn't so admirable. You have killed three rebels. The last two were under my command," she looked directly at Yossi then, as if she were gazing right through her. "I'm sure you haven't heard of me, but my name is Philo. However, my husband might have a name that sounds familiar to you. Have you ever heard of," she paused and tilted her head to the side, "Dice?" She said his name with a grin, which brightened when Yossi's eyes widened just a bit. Yossi swallowed loudly and she didn't follow Philo when she stood and walked to the door.
"I'll have your food brought to you, I'll explain further what you're here for, and why you're still alive, tomorrow."
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