Prompt: #28 Twisted

A/N: This takes place in the Eclipse Series.

Summary: Boys never grow up.

Contorqueo is Latin for "to twist".

Contorqueo

Somehow this did not seem quite right. In fact, it seemed all together wrong. It seemed more depraved than something to be done purely for enjoyment's sake. Well, at least in his mind at least. Maybe enjoyment was not quite what you were doing it for either. He does not understand this at all. This entire situation was just, uncomfortable. Uncomfortable in a way that he was unaccustomed to. He was not one who usually got red in the face, but this seemed to be one of those rare occasions where he just might start blushing. Especially considering the looks on his companions' faces as they all studied the image before them. His dark blue eyes blink several times before his mind realizes that he has not responded and someone had actually posed a question that had not been rhetorical.

"Um, I really fail to see the relevance of this," he states, looking up at his brothers.

"Well, it could be said that we have a wicked sense of humor," comments Sapien dryly.

Vires snorts and Des scratches his head.

"This seems like complete bullocks to me," states Vires with a his arms crossed, but there is that hesitant fascination in his gaze. A fascination and a warped kind at that. The same that he too was feeling as they all kept their eyes glued to the image. It was like looking at something that made you cringe, even as you could not take your eyes away.

"People swear by this," states Sapien simply, though it is clearly evident that he did not understand why. He was the least appalled from the stoic look on his face, but then again, most things did not register in Sapien's face.

"Okay now that can't be natural," winced Des, as they continued staring at the images on Sapien's handheld as he flipped through them.

"I… would not appreciate being so…," this is where words failed him. He could not think which way to phrase it without sounding as inappropriate as he thought.

"Bare?" smirked Vires.

"Exposed?" asked Sapien.

"Open with your arse in the air?" finished Des, helpfully.

Vires snorted again and Sapien smirked. He is not sure what expression is on his face but he is sure it is a mixture of contemplative and amused.

"I think I would have to go with Des," he admits, which cause Vires to laugh out loud and Sapien snorted while Des grinned knowingly.

"I betcha Sunshine does this kind of funky stuff," says Des.

"Okay, that is not a mental image I want, ever," states Sapien as he blinks his eyes in rapid succession and a shudder jerks his shoulders. He might have even gagged.

He most definitely agreed with that.

"He might also wear those orange speedos just…"

"Shaddup!" snaps Vires as he glares at Des.

"I think I am thoroughly traumatized. That image is going to stick with me at night," states Sapien with a horrified expression on his face.

He has to actually squeeze his temples from keeping that particular image away.

Another position flashes across the small screen.

"Now I can do that," says Des with a grin.

"Yeah right!" scoffs Vires.

"I so have to see this," says Sapien.

"Only if you try too," shoots back Des.

"I wasn't the one boasting that I could do it," retorts Sapien.

"Both of you do it," suggests Vires with a laugh.

"There is no way," replies Sapien.

"And you do have scrawny legs," points out Des.

"Excuse me," scoffs Sapien. "My legs are correctly proportioned to the rest of me."

"My point exactly," says Des smugly. "You're scrawny, period."

"So what does that make you?" asks Sapien pointedly.

"I'm a hottie," proclaims Des.

Vires snorts even louder this time and scoffs for added emphasis.

"Use that heat and do that," Sapien retorts as he points at the image on the screen.

"Des, I do not believe that is a good idea… Des?" he asks, watching as his friend tries to mimic the image.

What followed was a rather hilarious demonstration on the floor where Des unintentionally tipped over, nearly breaking his neck in the process. He does not remember laughing this much since they had all been young boys. There are almost tears in his eyes as he watches Des fail, yet again and may have pulled a muscle.

"You are doing it all wrong," states a voice from the doorway.

The four friends stiffen, well maybe not Des since he could not move, before they slowly turn towards the door like small boys caught doing something they should not be.

"Really, how old are you four?" asks Stella with a motherly tone, but her face looks amused. Her arms are crossed as she leans against the doorframe.

"You do this stuff, Stell?" asks Des, with one leg over his head and not quite able to get his other leg to follow. "Noct never mentioned…"

"As if I were in the habit of telling you details about Stella that are really none of your business," he says quickly. He really did not want to know where Des had been planning to go with that statement. Through their connection, he tries to make sure that Stella is not secretly annoyed at having caught them doing… what they were doing. Though, his wife was not one to chastise him when she caught him doing things that did not qualify as Kingly duties anyway, who knew what she might think of catching them doing something like this.

"I used to," she states, leaving the doorway and walking further into the room.

He watches as she smirks up at him and winks before she takes position next to Des.

"You are trying to do the Scorpion pose," she explains, moving to lie on the floor.

To their utter amazement, Stella quite easily, mimicked the position they had been marveling at from Sapien's handheld. All four of them watch in awe as she held the position for a long moment before fluidly coming down and moving to stand back up. She places her hands on her hips and he could see the barely concealed laughter in her eyes.

"Were you trying for Scorpion or Pretzel?" she giggles as she looks down at Des.

"Didn't realize you were so flexible, Stell," he comments with a wink and he could almost kick Des. "Could you help me? Cause these hooligans haven't been very helpful."

Vires scoffs. "Got your own arse in that mess, you can get yourself out."

"Yes, you have gotten yourself into a bit of a twist, haven't you?" she teases, but she helps him all the same. After Des has stopped yelping in agony, she turns to tilt her head at the three that are standing over them in question. "Do I want to know why the four of you are staring at yoga positions?"

Four faces turn sheepish as they grin awkwardly back at her.