Treavor hands fumbled and found their way to his brother's chest as hot tears began to roll down his cheeks and bile began to burn at the back of his throat, he knew, he knew that shoving Morgan away wouldn't work, it never worked…
Treavor was such a small slight thing in comparison to his brothers. Weak and frail and powerless against them.
But still, he kept his hands there, his only means of resistance as he sobbed.
Morgan began with gentle little touches of lip, wet, open mouth kisses which would ticklishly tug at Treavor's skin and have a sick sort of cozy warmth settling in his chest.
Morgan's kisses weren't exactly like Custis', they weren't soft or sweet, they were something else… Not quite controlling, definitely possessive, and somehow… Corralling?
Treavor was uncomfortably aware of what his brother wanted from him… This was Morgan attempting to ease him into whatever he had planned… And Treavor wasn't looking forward to it whatsoever…
Treavor was also aware, painfully aware, that he didn't have much of a choice in the matter…
He whimpered at the first scrape of teeth.
It wasn't painful… Not yet, but it was a foretelling as to what Treavor could expect in the near future...
Morgan was always one to use his teeth in bed…
A shy malformed moan escaped Treavor's lips before he managed to strangle it with locked jaws, heat and shame burned in his chest as his teeth sunk into his lower lip.
He felt betrayed… Treavor knew that what was happening to him, what had been happening to him, what had been happening to him for some time, was wrong, so, so, so very wrong, it was sickening.
Treavor had learned in his wellness classes that the human body was the first thing to react to external stimuli and then it was up to the brain to interpret said stimuli.
Treavor allowed himself to believe that it was just his body reacting to his brothers, just his body, only his body, not him.
But that frame of mind was only a cloth wrapping around a festering wound.
Because Treavor was still trapped inside his body.
Morgan continued to rock his prick against Treavor's ass while he bit and sucked at his little brother's throat, sometimes roughly, sometimes not.
At one point, the younger twin realized that his little brother had slipped away. Treavor did that sometimes, locking himself in his head to try and ignore what was happening to him.
Morgan was quite sure Treavor wasn't aware of how much more… Vocal, he became whenever he ignored something for too long, occasionally, he or Custis would catch their baby brother mouthing silent conversations to himself at a gala or family dinner.
But when the three of them were together, Treavor, pretty and bare between them, sometimes Treavor would slip away and begin to sing, with his head so full of himself, Treavor's lips and lungs were free to moan and mewl and cry.
Which was exactly what was occurring before Morgan.
Treavor had retreated into his skull some few minutes ago, and Morgan was greedily savoring the little mewls the quivering body beneath him made, feeling the muscles of Treavor's throat twitch beneath his lips.
Morgan would have loved to keep his baby brother like that, complacent and calm beneath him… But that wasn't really Treavor, and Morgan didn't want to fuck the closest thing to a living corpse, he wanted his baby brother.
He wanted Treavor there, with him.
Treavor squealed loudly as Morgan bit down, hard.
"Shhh." The younger twin cooed sweetly as he withdrew from his baby brother's throat to pull Treavor into a kiss, smearing blood between their lips as he quieted his baby brother sobbing.
Treavor was back and afraid and humiliated.
His neck ached, his heart was beating hard in his chest, his lungs felt too small. There was a tightness in his chest as fear reignited, fear and shame, his stomach was twisting most horribly as Morgan kissed him.
He could feel Morgan grinning against his mouth as bitter iron smeared across his tongue.
He sobbed loudly into his brother's mouth, his small hands struggling to shove his brother away as he writhed beneath Morgan.
"Shh." Morgan soothed against Treavor's lips once his baby brother's crying finally began to settle to low whimpers.
"Can't be too loud Treavor." Morgan reminded him coyly, his breath ghosting over Treavor's cheeks as he spoke.
"Don't want anyone walking in on us do we?" The younger twin murmured softly against his little brother's jaw as he returned to the lovely bloody bite he had left on Treavor's neck.
Treavor choked on his next breath as confusion and dread settled like stones in his chest. He had closed his eyes, clenched them shut tight to avoid looking at Morgan, to try and ignore what was happening to him.
When Treavor opened his eyes, that dread turned into horror, raw, burning, horror. His eyes darted wildly about the small corner of the library he had claimed for himself…
The rows upon rows of books loomed around them, shielding them from view of the main library foyer… Treavor had always liked this particular corner of the library. It was quiet and cozy, the seats were positioned just over a heating vent so they were always warm…
It was a private little slice of the library he came to whenever he got sick of his room… But all it would take was one too loud sob to draw a wandering hand's attention…
Treavor considered begging Morgan to stop, to-to let them relocate to a room with locks? But he stopped himself… Because he knew Morgan would expect some sort of compromise from him…
And clearly, from just how stiff his brother's cock was, Morgan enjoyed the prospect of their sin being discovered.
So, one of the hands Treavor had set at Morgan's chest fell away to quickly cup his mouth to try and stifle his cries.
And cry he did.
Morgan continued to leave his marks across Treavor's neck, burning bruises into skin with his teeth and too rough kisses which had Treavor squirming beneath him.
Occasionally, Morgan would pause to kiss Treavor, yanking his hand from his mouth to press their teeth and tongues together. Each clash and press of lip tasted like blood.
Treavor's neck ached.
But always, always, Morgan would end each kiss with a soft demand.
"Hold your tongue Treavor…"
Treavor would try… Try his best to muffle his cries, his sobs, his whimpers, his mewls, because he didn't want anyone to see, to know…
But eventually, he'd slip up and cry out.
And Morgan would kiss him. Again and again...
Inevitable, Morgan began running out of room on Treavor's neck.
Treavor was a panting mess once Morgan finally sat back, his cheeks damp and warm with heat and tears, he met his brother's eyes briefly, a fleeting flicker of disgusting hope sparked in his chest at the thought of, maybe, just maybe… Morgan would leave him be, that Morgan had had his fun…
But there was nothing but sick warmth in Morgan's gaze as he admired the pretty patchwork of bruises and bite marks he had scattered across his little brother's neck…
Treavor turned away as he tried to bury his anguish...
Fingers began to unbutton his shirt and Treavor flailed.
"N-No!" Treavor stuttered as he swatted at his brother's hands, Treavor didn't want to risk being seen as he was, tucked away in Morgan's lap, neck bruised and bloodied.
Treavor began choking on terror.
"No! Stop it Morgan!" He hissed like a cat, not too loudly of course, but ramp with a panicked sort of ire. He was aware that there was a possibility of walking out of the library with a tummy full of semen and sloppy thighs.
But at worst, he expected Morgan to simply tug down his pants just enough to fuck him over the back of the loveseat. Treavor was not expecting Morgan to strip him. Treavor did not want Morgan to strip him.
A hand closed over Treavor's jaw, abruptly silencing his blubbering as Morgan began to tear open the front of Treavor's shirt with a single hand. Buttons popped free and tore away, cool air curled across Treavor's bare chest.
Treavor heaved a sob as one of his hands moved to grapple with the hand Morgan had at his mouth, the other continued to flail at his brother, shoving and hitting Morgan's shoulder pointlessly as Treavor writhed in panic.
"Enough." Morgan snarled coolly as his free hand caught Treavor's flailing arm by the wrist, pinning the smaller hand down against the cushions below.
Treavor whimpered into the hand at his mouth, clenching his eyes shut as his shoulders shook with his panicked sobbing. His chest tightened as a cold, sick sense of fear began to seep into his heart.
Morgan kept his baby brother still and in place, not speaking a single word as he watched Treavor exhaust himself beneath him.
Once all Treavor could do was breathe, Morgan leaned close...
"I'm going to remove my hand now Treavor…" Morgan said slowly, any pretense of cheek long gone.
"You are going to hold that tongue on yours… Do you understand Treavor?"
Treavor shuddered beneath him.
Morgan tightened his grip of his little brother's jaw, driving his nails into the meat of Treavor's chin, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough.
Treavor nodded.
"Look at me Treavor." Morgan murmured, his breath just caressing Treavor's cheek as he spoke.
Treavor inhaled a timid breath as he opened his eyes, Morgan was close… Very close…
And then the hand covering Treavor's mouth fell away, Morgan trailed his fingers across the etched crescents of nail bites he had pressed into Treavor's flesh, soothing the burning ache as his hand wandered to cup the back of Treavor's head.
"I'm going to kiss you now Treavor." Morgan murmured softly, "Unless you have a good reason for me not to?" He challenged.
Treavor wanted to take that challenge, he did, he really, really, did…
But all he ended up doing was shaking his head slowly and swallowing a hiccuped sob.
He knew there wasn't a damn thing he could do or say to Morgan to get him to stop…
He knew it.
Morgan knew it.
Morgan grinned as he drew Treavor into a long, slow, not so rough, kiss.
The kiss was… Nice.
Treavor hated it...
Morgan gleefully pressed against his baby brother, gently coaxing Treavor into reciprocating as he nibbled at Treavor's lower lip with his own.
This was a reward, this was a reward and Treavor hated that.
Still, Treavor sighed through his nose as he timidly pressed back against his brother, something Morgan was sure to appreciate... His older brothers always liked it when he reciprocated…
Sometimes, it was simply easier to bare his throat to his brothers and play along… It was always easier to play along, no matter how sick and twisted the games they played were...
And, as far as Treavor knew, there was no better way to soothe his brothers' temper than by returning their affections… Or at least pretending to.
Pretending…
Shameful as it was, Treavor didn't… Mind. Reciprocating…
He told himself over and over that, if it meant avoiding a more torturous, more painful experience with the twins, if given enough reason, Treavor was usually quite willing to go along with his brothers…
It was a dangerous game with unclear rules…
And Treavor was a liar.
Treavor mewled softly into Morgan's mouth as his brother released his wrist to begin slowly stroking along his stomach, pressing and prodding gently, feeling.
The hand cradling Treavor's head soon joined the other at his waist, gently petting along Treavor's skin and sides as Morgan's tongue became more… Insistent.
Morgan swallowed each and every delicious little mewl his brother pressed to his lips as he teasingly ran his hands over Treavor's body. Marveling at the rise and fall of his brother's chest beneath his fingers.
Treavor whined at the back of his throat once his brother's hands found their way to his nipples, Morgan chuckled softly as he began to play with the small, pert nubs, toying and fondling with his little brother's chest as if he were a girl.
Treavor's cheeks burned as a high, galling and pathetic, needy exhale escaped his throat when Morgan decided to pinch and roll a teat between his thumb and index.
"Shh… Shh…" Morgan whispered softly just against Treavor's lips as he rolled his brother's rosy teats beneath his thumb.
"You're doing very well Treavor, very well… Behaving so nicely..."
Treavor swallowed a whimper, his eyes clenched shut as he tried to ignore the fevret churning inside him. Shame, humiliation, mortifying lust.
"Kiss me Treavor." Morgan murmured, Treavor didn't want to, he could have been difficult, could have turned away, cried, but instead he tilted his head just so to, reluctantly, kiss Morgan (sweetly), because if he didn't, Morgan would see his defiance as an excuse to hurt him.
And Treavor didn't want that…
Morgan didn't seem to mind Treavor's hesitation, if anything he seemed to enjoy it, Treavor could feel his brother smile into the kiss.
"Be a good boy for me?" Morgan asked softly as he nibbled at Treavor's lower lip with his teeth… Before purposefully sliding his tongue over a small split on his little brother's lip, drawing a wince from Treavor.
"Be a good boy?"
Treavor could only nod… It wasn't as if he could do anything else…
So he sat there as quietly and as still as he could, allowing Morgan to entertain himself with the newly exposed tapestry of skin before him.
Treavor kept one palm firmly pressed against his mouth to stifle his whimpers as Morgan worked…
Morgan began simply enough, scattering loose touches of lip along Treavor's collarbone and shoulders to kindly ease his little brother into what was to come.
Once Morgan had scouted a path from one shoulder to the other, he backtracked, nipping and sucking at the thin skin stretched over the bones below, along the path his lips so sweetly mapped out.
Morgan could feel his little brother jolt and twitch beneath him, despite clearly trying his damnedest not to.
A tentative hand grabbed at Morgan's shoulder, squeezing tightly as a high whimper was pressed into a palm.
Morgan grinned like the devil he was and reached for Treavor's hips. Savoring the little squeal of surprise as he shuffled further back onto the loveseat, tugging his baby brother down with him.
Treavor found himself beneath the weight of Morgan who had decided to lay himself out overtop his little brother. Treavor's lower back and hips were spread out across the sofa, leaving his shoulders and head awkwardly pressed against the armrest.
Forcing him to either watch his brother, or close his eyes.
Treavor naturally chose the latter.
Morgan didn't seem to care, he merely carried on across Treavor's chest, feeling his brother's lungs hitch with every breath, feeling the rise and fall of the body beneath him.
Treavor's back arched as Morgan's mouth found his nipple.
The hand at Morgan's shoulder found its way into his hair.
The younger twin toyed with the pert nub in his mouth as he fondled the other with a free hand, the hand in his hair soothed his locks, fingers ran over his scalp and occasionally tugged.
Morgan sucked and nibbled and reveled in both the sensation brought on by the hand in his hair and all the little noises which spilled into his baby brother's palm.
Treavor squirmed beneath Morgan, sobbing into his hand to stifle his voice…
He was in a dangerous situation, he reminded himself. Anyone would walk in and see them… And it sure as shit wasn't going to be Morgan taking the fall-
Morgan bit around Treavor's teat.
Treavor choked on a scream.
"Shh…" Morgan cooed again as he drew from the delightful little ring of teeth indents surrounding one of his baby brother's nipples, "Remember what I said Treavor?" He asked as he leaned close to press a surprisingly soft kiss to the back of Treavor's hand, right where his lips would have been.
The hand Treavor had in Morgan's hair loosened.
"You have to be quiet… You have to be quiet Treavor…"
Treavor whimpered softly and nodded.
Morgan was right… Morgan was right and Treavor hated that.
"Good boy."
One last, fleeting kiss was pressed to the back of Treavor's hand before Morgan returned to his chest again. A tongue circled the burning ring of teeth surrounding his nipple before lips and teeth began trailing down along his ribcage.
Treavor kept his palm pressed tight over his lips, doing his best to follow Morgan's orders of holding his tongue while his other hand subconsciously trailed through his brother's hair.
The rain beating against the window covered the sound of wet lips pressing against skin, but the storm couldn't drown out Treavor.
Morgan's teeth gingerly scraped along Treavor's stomach as his brother gleefully sucked and kissed the softness of his baby brother.
Treavor was young, and small, and soft, so fucking soft compared to his brothers, so easy to wound and hurt and claim. It was one of Morgan's favorite things about his baby brother.
How easily Treavor bruised, how easily Morgan could press his mark into his baby brother.
Treavor squirmed as Morgan began trailing up along his ribs again, pressing firm kisses and shy teeth into each ridge and valley of bone.
All the while his hand kept petting his brother's hair.
A low, babbled sob escaped Treavor's lips as his brother latched onto his unabused teat. Treavor rocked his head against the arm rest as small mewls crept up his throat, the hand he had in his brother's hair tightened with each press of tongue, teeth and lip.
Morgan's weight disappeared from above him, though his mouth never left Treavor's teat. The younger twin slowly maneuvered Treavor's legs to lay out across the loveseat, no longer spread wide to accommodate his brother's body.
By the time Treavor realized that Morgan had undone his pants they, and his underwear, were already down to his knees.