Sinful Sharing

By: Angelus Erreare

A/N: Disclaimer: I own nothing. Argilla and the three versions of Serph all belong to ATLUS USA. The only characters I own are Sergio and Serene.

Here, I changed the entire plot. I've put the three versions of Serph and have made them different persons as triplets below. A FIC I WROTE WHILE ON POT. LOL.

WARNING: AU, OOC, LEMONS, LANGUAGE

Characters:

Serph: Serph Sheffield

Real Serph: Seraphim Sheffield

Defective AI Serph: Seraph Sheffield

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Chapter 1: Scheming and Fulfilling

Seraphim looked shocked as his younger brother, Serph, had told them his news. Seraphim looked at their youngest brother, Seraph, who had his mouth agape.

He blinked and looked at his parents. They seemed to be happy.

"Congratulations son." He heard their father, Sergio, say. His mother, Serene, had her silver eyes twinkling and hugged the pink-haired girl beside his brother.

He, on the other hand, remained speechless. After waiting for a few moments, he found his voice, "You're getting married?!"

All eyes turned to him.

"Seraphim!" his mother scolded him.

Seraph looked at him disapprovingly, "Yeah! Don't say that!"

He looked from his brother to his other twin, Serph, who had a confused look on his face. He then let his gaze trail toward the woman beside him, his soon-to-be sister in law. She looked saddened. Of course, who wouldn't be saddened? Here you were, very happy with your fiancé, telling their family about your upcoming marriage only to have one of the siblings disagree. Needless to say, she felt horrible.

"Sorry…" Seraphim muttered, turning his eyes away.

He couldn't take it anymore. He walked away from the scene.

He plopped down on his old bed. He sighed; Serph and that girl, Argilla had been dating forever. They had started to date back when they were in high school. He couldn't be there as he already worked at the hospital back then. Serph's and Argilla's relationship was as solid as a rock though. They still stuck together all throughout college…and now…they were both stable in their careers and had decided to take the next step on their relationship. Marriage.

He shuddered.

He could remember well how the three of them met her. It was a funny story since they were triplets who were identical, she couldn't tell them apart. But then, very soon, he noticed his brother Serph, get close to the girl and a few months later, they were officially dating. He remembered feeling unpleasant then. Argilla was a cute girl. She was smart and sexy. He had always had a crush on her. And then, he saw her and his brother kissing under the banister at their school.

He remembered being pissed that day. He used to ask himself why she chose Serph instead of him. He looked exactly like him and was way smarter. Besides, Serph was half-mute for God's sake! He couldn't even utter a whole sentence without pausing!

What did she see in him?

He knew it was pathetic but, all throughout the years that he had known Argilla, he never really relinquished his infatuation towards her. No, every time that she would visit his brother at their home, he would be sure to entertain her before she would see Serph. Looking back at it now, he realized that he was probably doing that because he wanted to please her, to let her know that maybe, just maybe, he was a better catch than his mute brother.

Of course, she was resistant to his charms. She never did steal a glance of him; no. And she would never even speak to him unnecessarily and always waited patiently for Serph.

He remembered calling her a nun. 'What a freakin' nun!' he used to think when she would resist him. Come on, it was a simple and harmless conversation. How bad can it be? But nooo! It was always Serph-this and Serph-that in her "Serph's Magical World" in her head.

And now, well, they were getting married.

And he still hadn't gotten over his strange infatuation with her. Of course he had had many women in his twenty-four years of being alive on this earth, but whenever he would see her or think of her, he would get that painful urge within him. He wanted her.

But then, he didn't have a chance. She was as devout to Serph, the way monks were devoted to their jujutsu. He sighed. But still…his mind, his brilliant mind began to scheme. There had to be a way for him to have her…to taste her…before this was all over.

That was right; he was the most brilliant in the three brothers. He was a full-fledged surgeon while Serph joined the army and became a lieutenant of his own platoon while their youngest brother, Seraph, was robbed of most of the mental faculties of a normal human being and got a job flipping burgers at a fast-food chain. He was considered as an imbecile. His mother never really liked that word to be used to refer to Seraph but Seraphim used it without reserve.

He snickered, 'I probably stole what was supposed to be his mental faculties…'

But still, he cursed his mind. For all its advanced intellect and whatnot, he couldn't even get one girl to notice him! Damn it! What was it going to take?

He stared at the ceiling with eyes that were piercing; he wanted to get a taste of her…he would. He just had to think of a way how.

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Seraph walked into the garden, saddened. He knew he should be happy for Serph and Argilla, but…he just didn't.

When they were in high school he would always look at her from afar, watching as she giggled with her friends, the way she actively cheered for their teams. He smiled at that, she did look pretty sexy in her cheerleader uniform and her pompoms. He almost wondered that if he weren't so…mentally challenged, would she like him? Would she cheer for him too?

He sighed.

She belonged to his older brother. There was no changing it. He had always been the meekest of the three…and not to mention…the one lagging behind; in everything. Seraphim had the most brains; he had always been prized by their parents as the "brainiac" of the family. His room's walls and cupboards were all littered and decorated with prizes and trophies and whatnot.

With an I.Q of 178, he was easily classified as a genius. That was why he graduated from college at the age of 13 with the highest of honors, Summa Cum Laude. He had finished his training for being a doctor and a surgeon when he was only fifteen. Aside from the brains, he had charisma that could stop any rampaging bull with his "killer smile".

His other brother Serph, on the other hand may not have all of Seraphim's brains, but he had stamina and strength to make up for it. That was why he had joined the army. And aside from the strength and stamina, Serph also had the inkling to live life in a most disciplined manner. Seraph blinked; was Argilla a control freak too? She must be if she planned on marrying his brother.

He sighed; his two brothers had taken it all. He was the youngest and as such, the weakest and the most vulnerable of the three. The meaning didn't stop there either; in literal meaning, Seraph was the weakest and the most vulnerable. Not only was he cursed of having his mind stripped of normal intelligence, his physical body had also been stripped of normal human prowess.

That was why he felt envy towards his brothers…He just couldn't help but feel cheated…as if they had stolen from him what was rightfully his; his birth right.

But then, his thoughts returned to the matter at hand; ah yes, his brother's upcoming wedding. He was really lucky. He had always wanted to have a girlfriend as attractive and as sweet and caring as Argilla…but because of his incapacities…that would forever be a pipedream.

He thought for a moment and then grinned; maybe it wouldn't be such a pipedream after all!

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Argilla walked in their suburban home, the grocery paper bags in her arms. They were quite cumbersome to carry. She was about to drop one when a hand suddenly came up and grabbed the bag before it could reach the floor.

"Serph!" she said, slightly startled.

He smiled at her and took the bags from her. She smiled in return; he was so sweet! He walked away with the bags in hand.

She blinked; what was he doing here anyway? Wasn't he called away on duty?

She ran a hand through her slightly disheveled hair and followed him in the kitchen. There, from the threshold of the door, she crossed her arms and leaned on the wooden frame, smiling as she looked at him. He was setting the bags on the counter, removing its contents and arranging them carefully.

She then walked over to him and hugged him from behind, taking in his scent. Wait. She blinked; something was off. He smelled…different today…

He smelled…like…the hospital.

She disentangled herself from him and walked in front of him, looking into his silver eyes.

"Serph…? What are you doing here? Weren't you called away on duty?" she asked, confused.

He nodded, "I was…but…I was granted leave since…" he smiled and took her face in his hands, "We are to marry…in a week."

She smiled and hugged him tight. This was the man that she was going to spend the rest of her life with; no one else. She inhaled his scent again and then broke away from him, again, confused, "Serph?"

"Hm…?"

"Ha…have you been to the hospital lately? You smell like you've been there…hey…" she cupped his face in her hands, "Is there anything wrong?"

He looked at her; concern was strongly evident within her pink eyes.

"Are you feeling alright?"

He blinked and smiled, "I'm fine. It was just a routine checkup at the infirmary; nothing big."

She gave a breath of relief and clutched her heart, "Don't scare me like that. You know how I worry about you." she said, turning around, and taking the grocery from the counter and into their respective cupboards and shelves.

"So." she began, "What do you want to do today?"

She was cut short as she felt her fiancé's hands around her waist, his face on the crook on her neck. She leaned back, "Hey…what's with you?"

"Argilla…" he whispered huskily into her ear. She shivered as he began to nip playfully at her earlobe. He chuckled and continued, "I want you…"

She spun herself around, and slapped his arm playfully, "Come on, we don't have time for this…I still have to make lunch!"

Her smile faded as she gazed into his silver eyes, foggy with lust. He leaned in, "Forget lunch…"

"B-but Serph…" she complained.

He leaned in and feverishly kissed her lips. She closed her eyes and moved her lips against his. His hands held her face firmly and then proceeded downwards, massaging her neck. Her hands went to his waist and pulled him closer. His hands left her neck and traveled down south. His fingers touched the edge of her shirt, playing with it. She giggled as his fingers touched her sides as light as a feather. His fingers were sending electric feelings through her veins that she pressed herself tighter against him, giggling.

He chuckled and let his hands travel upwards, taking with them her top. His fingers reached her bra and slipped underneath it, earning him a quickened breath from her.

He cupped and massaged her breasts expertly. She moaned. He tugged at the garment impatiently and she raised her arms, aiding him in his feat. He pulled the top over her head and flung across the kitchen, landing on the floor.

His lips then left hers and went for her neck. She leaned back, and ran her hands through his hair. She gave a startled yelp as his once gentle hands were now impatient as they tugged and pulled her bra. She moaned. "Serph" reached behind her and unfastened her bra, roughly pulling it from her and throwing it carelessly on the kitchen floor.

He then grabbed her hips and lifted her off the ground. She was worried for a moment. What was he doing? Wanting not to slip from his arms, she regained her balance by wrapping her legs around him. He groaned as she applied pressure to his waist and hips. He turned them around and pushed her on the kitchen counter, clearing it before he did, letting the food and the vegetables fall to the floor.

She pulled him by the collar as she sat on the counter, unbuttoning his polo shirt. He aided her and shrugged it off him, revealing to her his muscled chest.

Seraphim may not be as strong as Serph physically, but he always made it a point to work out and stay fit. He was, after all, young only once. He didn't intend to waste it. He needed to invest in himself, he mused. He chuckled though…So…she didn't notice any difference between him and Serph. He only wished that she would never notice any difference. But as pleasure began to erode his senses, he forced himself to relinquish his worries…at least for the time being.

She let her hands ripple through his muscles, ever so amazed as she touched them. She kissed him on his lips before leaving to nip at his neck. He groaned but not letting her get the upper hand, he slipped his hand within her pants. She stopped and yelped, "S-serph!"

He grinned, "What?"

She grabbed his face again and crashed her lips against his.

He kissed her with much ardor, his tongue lashing out at hers. She whimpered as he bit her lower lips. His hands, on the meanwhile, had unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. He tugged at them, hinting at her to assist him in taking it off. She complied and lifted herself off the counter. He understood and pulled it from her hips. His lips left hers as he pulled her pants off of her altogether.

Their eyes met momentarily and he was pleased to see that her eyes were filled with lust as much has his were. Their lips were once again entangled in their heated duel. Her hands latched themselves on his pants, unzipping them. Her hands touched him everywhere and it was driving him crazy. He grunted and looked into her eyes, his lips leaving hers, only to see her grinning like a Cheshire cat. Her hand was around his throbbing member and he felt himself grow harder as she gripped it firmly but not painfully in her hand.

His pants had slipped from his legs but he still had them on. He narrowed his eyes at her as he hated her getting the upper hand. Her hand stroked his member slowly…almost painfully. He groaned and leaned on her, letting his face rest on her shoulder. She chuckled and sped up her strokes. As she did so, he bolted awake and gripped her shoulders firmly, "A-argilla…ah-"

"Are you alright?" she asked innocently.

"F-fine…" he answered through gritted teeth.

He dislodged himself from his pants and almost like a predator catching his prey, he pounced on her on the counter. Her back met the cold tiles of the counter and lay back down as his body pinned hers, his lips on hers, and his hands on her breasts.

His hands trailed on her body like hot fire and she began to burn up. She moaned and felt herself getting wet in between her legs. Sweat was beginning to form on her skin and he chuckled. He touched her panties; just above her core and chuckled again as he felt that her panties are soaked through. He, now grinning like the Cheshire cat, whispered seductively in her ear, "Are you alright?"

She cursed under her breath, "S-serph…"

His fingers twisted the edge of her panties and she groaned, looking at him with a pained expression, "Please Serph…"

His grin widened, "Please what?"

"Ugghhh…" she hated it when he made her beg.

"Please…" she said, moaning.

"What?" he whispered sensuously, almost sadistically.

"I…I need you…" she said, her body heating up.

"Need me? Where?" He was having the time of his life. She was begging him.

She grabbed his hand and guided it to her wet core, "Here…please…"

"If you say so…" he said, kissing her abdomen. His hands pulled her panties from her slowly. She cried out impatiently. He was too damn slow. He was torturing her.

When he finally had her panties off, his lips traveled downwards onto her inner lips. "Serph…please…" she moaned again.

He was loving this. He flicked his tongue onto her entrance and she bucked her hips towards his face. He chuckled, "Slow down tiger…"

"Oohhh…" she groaned, as his tongue flicked her entrance again, his lips sucking on her folds. Soon, he licked and kissed her bud and she began to thrash on the counter, "Serph! Serph!"

Soon, she came. He sucked her dry and then looked at her with a dreamy expression. Before she could ask, his lips were on hers and he spread her legs. She kissed him urgently, her hands, on his shoulders.

He positioned himself at her entrance and plunged in, burying himself up to the hilt. He set a fierce pace within her. He had his arm at the back of her leg, behind her knee and lifted it putting the limb over his shoulder, to keep her from slipping from the counter. His lips left hers and he buried his face on her neck, thrusting wildly within.

She was crying out openly, not caring that anyone could walk in on them at any moment as they were on the kitchen counter in broad daylight.

They came together and he removed her leg from his shoulder, setting it on her side gently before slowly lying on her. "Oh Serph…" she whispered.

"I love you…Serph…" she breathed out, closing her eyes.

He slowly got off her and got off the counter. He took her in his arms and lifted her off the counter and carried her to the bedroom.

"…I…I love…you…too…" he whispered, replying absentmindedly.

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The afternoon had set in gently and Argilla got off the bed. She yawned and looked for Serph. He wasn't there. She blinked; where did he go? She calmed down as she remembered their activity in the kitchen. Knowing Serph, he was probably cleaning it up.

She got up and walked in the kitchen. She was right. There he was, picking up the food on the floor.

"Hey there…" she said, embracing him from behind.

He smiled, "This is…déjà vu."

She laughed, "You're right. But…it won't happen again, I assure you."

"Oh?" he asked suggestively.

She blushed, "Hey! Stop that!"

He laughed and resumed his task, "Just kidding."

She helped him pick up the food from the floor and put them in the fridge. When everything was clean, she opened her mouth to speak when she was cut off when his phone rang.

"Just a minute honey. Yeah? When?" he furrowed his eyebrows as the person on the other line talked. After a few moments, he replied, "I understand."

She looked at him, crossing her arms, "You gotta go?"

He smiled tightly, "Yeah. But…I'll be back."

He walked up to her and kissed her passionately. He pulled back minutes later and looked at her, "Thank you for today. I needed it."

She looked at him confusedly, "Why thank me? You're acting strange today Serph…are you sure you're okay?"

He nodded, "I'm fine. Well, I'm off."

"Okay. Be careful."

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Seraph walked in front of his brother's house. He had been instructed by his parents to bring them his mother's special treat, her specialty, Hot Pot. Seraph wrinkled his noise, hot pot? It was more like goo, goo and goo.

Ew.

Oh well.

He walked in front of the house and rang the doorbell.

He looked at his watch; it was already three in the afternoon. He had been at the malls and at the arcades wasting his time away since ten in the morning. He had wanted to come back home and sleep after he was done and when he came home his mother had asked him to bring something to his brother and his fiancée. He remembered his heart leap at that notion.

So, with much vigor, he left their house with the basket.

He was star stuck though when Argilla had opened the door. Seraph's eyes were glued on hers; he was speechless. She was really beautiful. Her pink eyes peered into his silver ones. She looked at him in confusion, "You're back already? Well, come on. That was quick. It's only been half an hour…"

'Back already? Half an hour?' he asked in confusion. Did she mistake him for Serph? He blinked; was this the opportunity that he had been waiting for? He inwardly felt excited.

She grabbed him by the arm and led him in the house. She looked back at him, "What's that?" she asked, pointing to the basket that he held. He blinked; now that he looked like his brother, he had to make sure that he sounded like him too.

So, trying his best to imitate his half-mute brother, he spoke slowly, "It's…from mom. It's for us."

"Oh." she said, "Well, that's very kind of her!"

She excitedly bounced up to him and kissed him on his lips, taking the basket, "I'll just put this in the fridge." He remained rooted at his spot; she had just kissed him. This was the happiest moment of his life.

Argilla returned a moment later, "So, that's why you left? To go to your mom's?"

He could only nod. His brother was here? He thought that he was called away on duty? Oh well, he was just playing the cards that he was dealt.

"Oh." she said.

"So, what now?" she asked.

"I don't know…whatever you…want." He was burning up under her gaze but he tried to calm himself.

She grinned, "Hahahaha…whatever I want huh? Well, I think you may have an idea but…well…I'll give you a break…"

His heart sped its pace; was she insinuating that they…?

'Oh my…is it hot in here…?'

"I think so." she answered, grinning.

He blushed; had he said that out loud?

She walked up to him and kissed him full on the lips. His eyes widened as he felt her soft lips on his. Her tongue flicked his lower lip for entry, but instead of heeding her persuasion, he stood there, frozen.

She pulled back and touched his face and his forehead, "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

He blinked, "Yeah…I'm fine…I just have a…a headache."

"Why didn't you say so? I knew there was something wrong with you today. You've been acting strange today and no wonder if you're ill."

She took his hand and led him to their bedroom. She led him to her and his brother's bed and had him lay down, "You wait here and I'll get you some dinner and a painkiller."

Seraph forced himself to relax on the bed. It felt comfortable. He closed his eyes, imagining what it must be like sleeping in this bed with her every night and waking up beside her everyday.

'That must be heaven…'

He opened his eyes again as he felt a pair of lips on his cheek. He opened his eyes to see a mass of pink hair.

She withdrew her lips and took a step back to take a better look at him. "Here, eat this. It's chicken soup and a warm glass of milk. Then, here's your painkiller."

Seraph smiled at her, "Thank you…"

She had a tray set by his lap, "Here. Do you want me to…?"

He blushed, "No…! Thank you…I'm fine."

She hopped on the bed, "Nonsense. Here, let me…" she trailed of, as she took the soup spoon and took a scoop of his soup.

She grinned at him, "Here baby…here comes the choo-choo train…!" she cooed playfully as she brought the spoon nearer and nearer to his lips.

He chuckled and she brought the spoon against his lips, "Here it comes!"

He slowly opened his mouth and she gently put the spoon in his mouth.

"There's a good boy…" she giggled.

She continued to feed him for the rest of the hour. She had fallen asleep in Seraph's arms. He smiled as he ran his hand through her hair. But then, fear gripped him. What if his brother came back? He needed to leave and he to needed leave now.

He slowly nudged her awake. She yawned, "Oh, hey there. Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah…thank you."

"Stop with this 'thank you' thing, will you?" she said, chuckling, "I feel old!"

"Well…okay…but, I really need to go."

"Why?" she asked.

"I…" he racked his brains for an answer. 'Can't get caught…! Oh God! This is one of those times when I wish I were like Seraphim!'

"I need to report to my superior." he stated.

She raised an eyebrow, "But you said that they already gave you leave didn't they? Why do you have to go back?"

He scratched his head not knowing what to say.

She scoffed, "Don't tell me 'you're not at liberty to say'."

He blinked; that's it! Blame it on the army's code of confidentiality.

"Yes…that's it."

She grumbled and got off the bed, "Damn it you always do this!"

He followed her out of the room and saw her slump her shoulders. His fingers ached to touch her…and because this was the only chance in his life that he'll get to touch her, he let his hands indulge.

He massaged her shoulders, "I'm sorry…"

She sighed and leaned back in his touch, "Yeah well…you owe me for this."

"Deal."

After freshening up, he walked up to her, "Well, I'm going."

He was already walking away when she ran up to him, "Whoa! Wait up!"

"What is it?"

She grabbed his face and kissed him passionately. His eyes widened and a tingly feeling surged through his system as she kissed him. She nibbled at his lower lip and coaxed his lips to part; he did as she persuaded and she darted her tongue within. He blushed beet red; this was his fantasy…and it was happening.

He reluctantly kissed her back and she giggled. He pulled back and looked into her amused face.

"What?" he asked; confused at her facial expression.

"You're so cute. You're blushing…" she said, giggling.

She shook her head and closed her eyes, "You're so nervous…hahaha…seriously. You're too tense. You're acting strange."

"I really need to go."

She chuckled and embraced him, "Alright. I'll let you go for the third time today."

He returned it and then turned to leave when her voice stopped him again.

"What happened to your clothes? You were wearing different clothes again! That's the third time too!" She raised an eyebrow.

He was beginning to sweat, "Well…ah, when I stopped over at mom and dad's, mom gave me this and asked me to wear it…so…"

"Oh…I see. So, where are you other clothes? The ones you were wearing?" she prodded.

His palms were now getting moist, "I…ah…I left it there at home…"

"Oh. Well, that's okay. Anyway, I think you should get going."

She pecked him again at his lips and ushered him out of the door.

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