A/N: OKAY, SO!
Before y'all freak out and get squibbly, know that the Twins have no fucks to give about propriety, are completely comfortable being overly familiar and intimate in public, and have absolutely NO SEXUAL ATTRACTION TOWARDS ONE ANOTHER!
They are literally just so blazé and comfortable around one another they'll cuddle naked and it would be COMPLETELY PLATONIC
Don't get squibbly!
The Twins are also Pansexual with similar physical attractions. Yes, they've shared a lover or two but HAVE NEVER SEXUALLY TOUCHED ONE ANOTHER (except that one time when their tongue's touched over that one professor's cock in college and omfg no)
There.
If you check out the Tags on this fic which I'm also Posting, at the same time, on AO3, you'll get better warnings, just fyi.
HERE YOU GO BYEEE
Reflections
Chapter Two: Siblings
Tesla grimaced as she held an ice pack to her head, a wad of toilet paper stuck up her nose to keep it from bleeding and a pair of adorably dorky glasses perched over her eyes, because Figgy's stupid ass experiment fucked up her contacts, and her eye, which was still all gooey red/yellow/ick from the blood vessels all saying Fuck You and imploding.
Exploding.
Whatever.
Her fucking head hurt and she could feel Figgy's own pain ghosting through his mania as he jittered and darted, the feeling of him getting closer and closer as he searched for the Bone Slum's Lord. And, by the reports they were getting, was being ridiculously obvious about it, ugh, her brother sometimes.
She sent him a warning pulse of I Am Going To Punch You/So Hard and received a high Bring It Bitch/I Am Amazing/Take That Assholes, followed by an immediate Where The Fuck Am I/Oh God Damn It frustration as he once more lost the trail and had to backtrack.
"Your brother is fucking ridiculous, kid," Hannibal groused in annoyance as he overlooked the moving of product. For safeties sake, he was moving all the hard to get and living products to his personal bunker, including the Louse (One of which wasn't actually product but her own pet because she'd turned down a raise to keep one and Hannibal was a surprisingly doting boss/sugar daddy when he wanted to be... Hmm... She'd have to talk to Figgy about that image...)
"He get's his sense of direction from our Dad," she informed her Boss in a slightly nasally way, absently picking up Spot the Louse when it skittered by, the large black sharpie letters stating its name written on its carapace proudly. It wiggled but settled quickly when she curled her arms around it on her lap and began to stroke it. Spot didn't necessarily like to be pet, but it would rather be pet than dangling in the air, so it was a rather calm Louse...
"He's here," Hannibal announced even as the feeling of Figgy's brain suddenly spiked with a relived/smug Found You Bitch feel. Tesla hummed and set Spot on the floor, watching it scuttle over to the table that held it's brethren in a box, where Mango unflinchingly scooped her pet up and plopped him into said box. The young woman got to her feet without a wobble and walked over to stand next to her boss as he turned his attention to one of the workmen, who was chattering hurriedly at him about the containers of Kaiju eyes and where Hannibal wanted them stacked and in what order.
The secret doors leading to the old fashioned medicine shop opened inward, and, from the corner of her good eye, Tesla watched her brother stalk in those first few steps with his usual arrogance...
Which immediately melted into giddy/stunned Holy Shit!/OMG Look At That/I Know What This Is/I Want That/Not Fair At All jumble of thoughts and emotions as he seemingly forgot about what he was supposed to be doing and lost his collective shit in order to fanboy over her specimens. She couldn't help but send smug feelings at him, ignoring his mental hand flapping and grinning up at her Boss, who, if anything, looked more exasperatedly amused than she'd seen him in the last nine years.
"Christ, you two are definitely related," he muttered, and Tesla couldn't help but giggle as the mobster turned and caught Figgy's attention, his large form taking up all of her twin's attention.
Holy Shit/Wow/I Want To Climb Him Like A Tree/Oh Fuck He's Hot But Scary As Fuck/Jesus/KNIFE AH/Still Hot Though flooded her thoughts, stunned and sharply interested and she grinned.
I Know Right/Best Boss Ever/All The Eye-Candy/Sugar Daddy Sweet. Figgy twitched sharply at her response, jerking his head to the side once Hannibal had finished threatening him with the balisong, the knife not even getting more than a yelp and stutter and a throng of fear adding to his arousal.
"Sparky!" He yelped, green eyes locking on hers, and they both grinned as her brother literally skipped around Hannibal like he wasn't there and lunged at her, only to meet her fist in his face. Hannibal let out a low whistle at the way her brother skid across the floor a little ways.
Told You So/Missed You Too/Asshole, she thought as he laid, dazed, on the ground, busted lip to go with his bloody eye and nose.
"Hi, Figgy!" She chirped, grinning down at him as he groaned and rubbed his jaw with a grimace.
"I deserved that," he admitted, cheerfully enough, and she could feel that, yes, he did think he deserved it, especially as he took in the mirror image of his bloody eye and nose on her. Tesla laughed and pounced on him, straddling his waist and pressing her hands to his face so she could knock foreheads with him, her goofy little brother grinning back as he curved his hands over her hips and rubbed noses with her affectionately.
"Missed you," she admitted easily; he grinned.
"Ditto, Sis," he agreed, and then glared at her sulkily. "But you're such a jerk!" He complained loudly, making her laugh as he rolled them onto their side, her legs automatically locking around his waist so the two ended up rolling all over the floor while they both tried to pin the other, all the while talking back an forth cheerfully, reverting back to their childhood as they had several conversations at once, none of them seeming to end but, all of them doing so in their heads.
"You didn't tell me you had any of this!'
"I told you I was paid better and-"
"A cuticle, Sparky! And-"
"-don't even get me started on the perks-"
"-from Category Two! TWO! I am-"
"-Eye-Candy of course, along with-"
"-which brings me back to the-"
"-actually better than that one chocolate-"
"-him like a fucking tree, Sparky-"
"-what do you think about a Daddy-"
"-he said what about a collar and-"
"-huge, Figgy, just, oh my-"
"-fucking God I want to taste-"
"SHUT THE HELL UP YOU IDIOTS!" Hannibal's voice roared, and the Twins stilled, blinking owlishly around the skewed, foggy-lenses of their glasses, clothes mussed and half undone from the checking of new tattoos, their Kaiju sleeves and a few others on display as they cuddled on the floor.
"Jesus, are the two of you going to fucking get to work or fuck on the floor, I can't fucking tell," the older man complained, and the identical looks of confusion had him shaking his head. "Fuck, I thought having one of you was enough to give me a damn migraine!" He rubbed a hand over his face in exasperation, drawing the twins attention to said hand, and they both flushed slightly and shared a meaningful look as Newton slowly rolled off of Tesla and she sprawled there unabashed, her bright purple bra on display as her brother caught sight of the newest tattoo on her stomach and poked at it, the dual shades of blue there making up a snarling Otachi that crawled up from the crotch of Tesla's pants.
"When did you get this?!" He complained, distracted again, and Tesla smirked at him.
"Six months ago," she told him smugly, making him huff.
"Bitch," he complained, sprawling back and kicking one of her legs as she laughed. "But, no, I have to work," he muttered, as if to remind himself, and got to his feet, pulling Tesla with him as he did. Her shirt fell off one shoulder but she didn't move to re-do the buttons, unabashed and uncaring, her brother in an equal state of half-dressed, his tie about the only thing that wasn't undone from their play.
"I need a Kaiju brain," he started to tell her Boss, and Tesla hummed and stretched easily, showing off her gleaming, brightly colored tattoos.
"He's not gonna just hand you a brain, Figgy," she told him cheerfully. "They decompose weirdly inside the skull, the ammonia build-up is too rapid, and the only kind of brain they can reach properly is the secondary one, since the skull bone's too thick." Newton scowled and turned away from Hannibal before the mobster could do more than arch a scarred brow.
"Then get me a secondary one," he told her; she shook her head.
"You already had the best specimen around, before you, ya'know, fried it," she mocked, and grinned as he flipped her the bird.
"Fuck you, it was for Science!" He declared passionately; she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.
"Fuck you, I'm in your head, mister I'll-Show-Them-I'm-A-Rockstar-Fuck-You-Hermann," she mocked and he scowled harder.
"Seriously, though, I need a brain," he told her; and waved a hand at the immediate Why Yes You Do that flared sarcastically across their Link. "A Kaiju brain, you bitch," he snapped; Tesla shrugged and sauntered past him to stand beside her boss, idly pulling her shirt straight and beginning to button it, her brother;'s hands following along as he re-did his pants and his own shirt.
"You fucked up on that bit, small-fry," Hannibal told him, using his balisong to dig something out from under his thumb nail in a casually subtle threat. "See, you Drifted with the brain you had, and the Kaiju? Well, they're old school." He flicked the blade shut and slid it away as he surged forward confidently, with all the warning force of the sea as he snatched Newton's face in a hard hold and dug his thumb into the swollen tissue around his bad eye, digging in and grinding ever so slightly, making Newt choke on a gasp.
Oh God/Owowowow/Fuck That's Hot/Please Don't Kill Me/Oh Shit/Go Away Boner Not Now hit Tesla hard, and she grinned in amusement as her brother tried to desperately shove his arousal away even as he tried to pull his head from Hannibal's paws, wriggling in place.
"Old school?" He managed to squeak; Hannibal hummed and bared his gold-plated teeth in a mean smile, gripping the scientists face just that much harder, hard enough it would leave marks (Which, incidentally, did nothing about discouraging the younger Geiszler Twin's arousal, at all, which Tesla sympathized with. He was her Boss, after all. She'd been in the grip of those massive hands once or twice herself... Sometimes on purpose.).
"Old school," Hannibal continued darkly, "as in, Snitches Get Stitches, and Rat's get skinned," he purred, before abruptly releasing Newton as a skinny goon ran into the room, loudly chattering on about a Kaiju Breaching.
"Get the both of 'em outta here," the Mobster ordered as he calmly stepped way, the surrounding guards sliding out of position to point their many and varied weapons at both Newton and Tesla, the latter of which only shook her head and moved over to grab her brother by the arm.
"If we're still alive when this over we're comin' back, Bossman," she threw over her shoulder cheerfully as they went, but the nearly hysterical giggle that her brother let out pointed to the truth of the matter. They both knew that the Kaiju was coming for them, they could both feel the inhuman thought-process coiling about in the back of Their skulls, the intense Where-Are-You-Interesting-Insect-Come-Out!-Mine-Ours-Kill-Keep curling there, fascination edged with the Precursors' indignant fury that something so pitiful would dare encroach on Their control.
Shoved out into the rain, the panicked movement all around them as alarms sounded, as Otachi rose into the sky, the awe at the sight of Her almost enough to drown out their fear, the two of them clutching the other's hands as they were swept away into the mob of civilians, their fear feeding back through a looping connection as they began to ran.
Otachi screamed out over the city, and a note of Triumph coiled in Their heads as They ran.
I-See-Smell-Hear-FEEL-You-Insect
I'm-Coming-For-You
You-Will-Be-MINE.
A/N: Ugh, work called me in on my day off (Pouts)
(Immediately starts next chapter anyways)