Hello everyone, thank you for sticking with this story for so long. Even if you're just ghost reading, I'm hoping you're having fun and I manage to make you laugh. You give me a reason to keep on writing. I get a lot of enjoyment from looking at the stats and seeing how international my audience is. Who knows, I might include some of your home countries as hosts for the tournament in coming chapters (Not in a creepy way, I had planned to use these places ahead of time since I've visited them on vacations).

Special thanks to my sole reviewer and friend NonFunctioningAdultHuman for helping me with plotting and giving me advice. She also has a Kyatt fic running called "Perfectly Reckless". You should check it out! Not just is it more cohesive than mine, she also updates more regularly XD Enjoy, you can thank me later.

Kyatt for life!

Here goes. Have fun with this chapter! Oh, and I should give a obligatory NSFW warning. Don't report me, please :3

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Dinner for Sucks

After a long and exhausting day of socialising with snobs, we finally made it back to the mansion, only to find Wyatt and Enrique passed out in the saloon. Their bodies were spread out across multiple pieces of furniture and they were surrounded by a halo of bottles. Though in their defence, one of them was a bong.

"Unbelievable." Ms Smithwright remarked.

"You two are cleaning this up yourself. I want this room to be spotless by dinnertime. Don't you dare ask the maids for help."

I had hoped to spend some alone time with Wyatt, so I was a little peeved myself. So was Bryce and he made it known.

"Why are you helping us then?" Wyatt shot back at him.

"I wanted to discuss something with you, before telling it Mom and Dad."

"Then say." Wyatt hissed.

Bryce kept his head down. "In private." He mumbled.

There went my chance. No way they were going to finish both the cleaning and the undoubtedly long brother to brother bonding talk in time.

I knew my place and was not going to step between those two, but I really did miss spending time with Wyatt. It had felt so nice to lie in his arms. I had been here 3 days and so far, we only had one night to cuddle together. Tonight then, I told myself. Tonight, I would tell him to take my virginity.

I was shaking at the prospect of it.

A wave of mild panic washed over me. Was I expected to prepare myself first? Shave my genitals, bleach my asshole. Damn, I had done none of that! Would Wyatt mind? Surely, he had to be equally desperate for it as I was.

Bryce confiding in him now might even give me a competitive edge, no way would Wyatt want to remain a step behind his twin.

It would work out perfectly.

Unfortunately, dinner was swiftly served, before they even got a chance to talk. Dammit.

The butler came to pick us up and maids swooned in right behind him. Seems they did not trust our amateurish custodial skills. We were escorted into the dining hall, where the parents were already clacking their champagne flutes at each other. How could they be in the mood to drink after we had just left a mixer? It was no wonder Wyatt had picked up the habit.

We were served an array of tiny plates, no dish exceeding the size of a collector's coin. Even the foie gras did little to absorb Wyatt's blood alcohol. He was slurring his speech and tried to give me a handy under the table. I kept trying to get him to stop, not only was I was terrified of getting caught, but him rubbing the linen fabric was starting to give me a diaper rush.

Luckily his parents were too preoccupied complimenting each other, on the dinner they hadn't cooked and the new dining room they hadn't designed, to notice.

"I'm gay actually." Bryce butted in. "Sorry to disrupt. Had to say it now before I lost the courage."

Everyone froze. You could hear a pin drop. Only Enrique let out a faint gasp and then quickly covered his mouth in shock.

Wyatt was the first to react. He pulled his hand off my crotch and used it to pat his brother's back. "Hey, good for you, bud. I'm happy to see you are embracing your truth." He said, completely nonplussed. Clearly, he had been well aware. Bryce breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't be silly darling." His mother said in a dainty and sweet voice.

"No, for real."

"But you are not actually going to act upon it, right? You are the responsible one." His father asked for reassurance.

"I was not going to, but I spent all day owning up to loving a man and realised it's nothing to be ashamed of." Bryce said smugly.

His parents exchanged a look.

"What about children?" They pushed.

"I'll adopt, it will be good for the bloodline." He said factually.

"I am very disappointed in you. I thought you were on our family's side."

Bryce was growing increasingly agitated, twirling and tugging at a strand of hair at the nape of his neck.

"Still am."

"Do you have any idea what this will do to our reputation?"

"They already believe I am gay. It's like you said, nobody can tell us apart. People mould us into one person all the time."

"Hey not that I wanted more of your boomer agenda, but I feel a bit offended that you're so much more shocked by his reveal than mine." Wyatt jumped in, trying to side-track them away from his tormented brother's inquisition.

"Wyatt, you were not as much of enigma as you think you were. We had to pull you out of soccer practise at age 10 because you spend more time looking at your teammates' butts than the ball." His father said sternly.

I had to supress my laughter, but a soft chuckle still emerged.

"That's fair." Wyatt resigned then leaned over to me and whispered, "I spent plenty of time looking at balls too."

"Dude, are you flexing your creep past at me?" I teased him.

His eyes flashed a dangerous spark. "Kinda."

I shivered and scooted away from him. "Gross."

"It's actually more of a creep present."

This had to be one of the strangest instances of dirty talk to ever be politely ignored at the dinner table. Based on his salty and disgusted expression, poor Enrique could not help but overhear and was in on the full scoop.

"How bad is it?" His mother asked.

"What do you mean?" Bryce asked, sounding as confused as the rest of us felt.

"Will you still date girls but go to nightclubs once in a while?"

"No, I'm not bisexual." He said sternly, looking accusingly at Enrique. Then more shyly added. "And I'm not a whore. I won't sleep with a guy unless I have feelings for him."

Enrique blushed, avoiding his gaze.

"When the two of you were born it was the proudest day of my life. I saw you and thought you were the most perfect babies any mother could wish for, and I wouldn't have wanted to trade you in for any other kids. I am not sure I can say that anymore."

Tears were welling up in Bryce's eyes. Unable to keep it together he excused himself from the table and hurried out the room.

"Seriously, what the fuck?" Wyatt spouted back at them. "We are still those same children you projected all your expectations on. Sorry for growing up and acquiring the ability to think for ourselves."

He stood up. "I'm gonna go do what you should have done and comfort Bryce. Fuck you."

"Wyatt, language." His mother reprimanded him with an almost bored, automated sounded voice.

He had already left the room when he must have come to the conclusion that he was not quite satisfied with his dramatic exit, so he returned only to knock over the magnum champagne bottle, spilling bubbly all over the silk tablecloth. Then picked it up and took it with him

Enrique and I were left exchanging awkward glances with his surprisingly homophobic parents.

Never before had I appreciated my father's chill reaction to me liking a boy as much as now. In fact, he had even nudged me in that direction. It seemed he had known before I had. Truthfully, I hated the idea that I was one of those gays that other people could identify as such, but I had to be grateful he had never made a big deal about it or reprimanded me for how I presented myself or what I was wearing. Apart from the time he caught me in a sports bra which, in retrospect, was valid.

Could we leave? Dear god, I prayed, I know I only talk to you when I need something but please, please make them let us go!

"So, um. Did you watch the football match the other day?" Enrique tried.

"Which one?"

"The one that just happened. FC Bayern-München United."

Good grief, he had no clue. It was obvious to everyone he was mixing up the clubs.

"The champions league doesn't start until next week." Mr Smithwright corrected him.

"My bad. How about those gasoline prices, outrageous right?"

"Wouldn't know, our chauffeur tends to fuel the car ahead of picking us up." Wyatt's mother said dryly.

Goodness, I had to help him out. He had the right idea, we had to find some neutral topic that we could all agree on. I said the first thing that popped into my mind:

"What do you think of Osama Bin Laden?"

They stared at me.

"He is the new Hitler." Enrique joined in.

"Worse." I went on, then realising the body count was a bit off I tried to salvage it by adding: "Hitler was a vegetarian. "

Michael would have agreed, which was never a good sign. Whatever side of history Michael stood on was the wrong one.

"Hitler occupied our family's mansion in 1942." Ms Smithwright added.

I wasn't sure if she was boasting or complaining.

"How unfortunate." I said hopefully, shooting Enrique a questioning look.

He just shrugged.

"While we are on the topic of family..." My father-in-law said.

Were we really? We had been chatting about terrorists and genocidal maniacs.

"...I asked my lawyer to reach out to your mother. To invite her to your wedding."

We had yet to tell them we were not having one, but this did not seem the best moment for it.

Hold up!

My mother?! How did he even find her?

"You spoke with her?"

My heart was beating through my chest with excitement.

"She rejected our invitation."

"Oh." I muttered. I could swear I felt my blood freeze on the spot. "How unfortunate."

"The peculiar thing is, as my lawyer was questioning her acquaintances about her, none of them seemed to have noticed her being pregnant."

Maybe she just hadn't been open about it. It stung to think that she had denied my existence to her friends.

"In fact, she is seen to have performed in several plays when she was supposedly in her third trimester."

Had she been lying about my age?

"And shortly after you were born, she starred for the Bolshoi Ballet. That is a big jump from an orphan who up until that point had only participated in small productions."

"I heard she was a prodigy." I said proudly.

Dad had told me she had grown up in a home for girls that was geared at training prima-ballerinas.

"I'm gonna go out on a whim here and say it wouldn't be difficult to entice an orphan to take on the paternity of a child in exchange for a spot at the Bolshoi."

"What are you implying?"

"That orphan might be less inclined to accept financial incentive once she has established herself, and might even want to distance herself from the scam that got her to where she is now."

I was confused.

"Who is your real mother, Kai?"

"It's her. Svetlana Boriskova. She was not in my life but there is no conspiracy behind it. She is just a parent that doesn't care about her child." I said defensively.

It was not that hard to wrap one's head around. Happened all the time. She was nothing special.

"Danila left our school very suddenly. It is nothing unusual for girls to be expelled or leave when they get pregnant, but he was the father."

I had to think back on what Bryce had said. Had my birth landed him in an institution?

"He had a hard time processing it all." I defended my old man.

"I know of the rumour that he went nuts. We looked into that too. He was not sent to a sanitorium, not as far as we know. My contact is certain that your grandfather chose to remove him from the school 4 months before you were born."

"That's his right though, isn't it?"

"Kai, please give us a clear answer. If there is a scandal behind it, then we need to know so that we can manage the media."

"I don't know of anything. I haven't been told."

"It is highly unlikely Svetlana is your biological mother. So, who is?"

I could not give them an answer.

"Whose identity was so shocking that they had to bribe an orphan into claiming she birthed you?"

"I only know what you know." That was not entirely true, they seemed to know much more.

And it wasn't like their claims were unfounded either. They were right, the situation was fishy. Why had my mother never bothered reaching out to me all these years? Neither my father nor grandfather had ever even expected her to.

"Kai, it is of great importance that you tell us."

"He said he doesn't know." Someone butted in. To mine and his own amazement Enrique had jumped in to defend me.

"Enrique, darling. This is a family matter. Please stay out of it."

"It's not really fair. Kai has no one in his corner."

"He does not need a defence attorney. We are merely asking questions. It is normal to want to know more about our son in law. Can't you see that, darling?"

"You're not questioning him, this is an interrogation." Enrique spat back. Knowing full well that he had dug his grave, so he might as well lay in it. I was darn impressed, he was the last person I expected to stand up for me.

"We are not asking anything intrusive."

"Clearly he is uncomfortable and too polite to tell you."

"Enrique, this is enough. Can you give us the space to talk." Wyatt's father said dismissively.

"Kai, do you want me to stay?" Enrique asked me directly.

I glanced over to Wyatt's parents, they were looking grouchier by the minute.

"You don't need their approval. Whatever they plan on saying they should feel comfortable saying in front of me." He reiterated.

I nodded slowly. They would not like this, but I did not like the idea of being left with them on my own.

"Enrique, this is enough. You are being horribly rude. If this is how you want to repay us for our hospitality, you can leave." Mr Smithwright said harshly.

Enrique chewed his lip, not anticipating this turn of event.

"Darling, why don't you go comfort Bryce." Ms Smithwright suggested in a sweet yet patronising tone.

"I want him out." Her husband shouted. I flinched, like every time someone around me raised their voice. I had never seen him get angry before. Didn't think him to be the type.

"No need to overreact, honey. He's just playing vigilante. One more word like that from you and we will kick you out though, understood, darling?"

Enrique seemed to be contemplating his next move, then decided to run straight into the fire.

"You should have been nicer to Bryce. What does it matter if he's gay or not? Surely, you must have already known about him. You have been dropping hints all this time, coercing him into hiding it, making him feel ashamed of who he is before he even revealed it to you."

"That is a horrible accusation Enrique, what has gotten into you?"

"Bryce..." He started, then realising how lewd it must have sounded quickly continued the sentence. "Bryce deserves better than this. Everything he does, his first thought is always to please you. He sacrifices everything for you guys, the least you can do is try to accept him. Even if it won't be right away, just let him know you're working on it."

"Did you know that he thinks he is gay?"

"Of course, I did. He didn't directly tell me, but I know him and how he ticks. He's my best friend. And he's still the same person he was 10 minutes ago, before he came out. He cares so much, and he want to please everyone. He gets anxious easily, his nerves are probably torturing him right now. And you have the power to make it stop."

"Enough. Enrique, pack your bags. You are no longer a welcome guest in this house." Mr Smithwright commanded him.

He nodded sadly.

"You have a great kid, but you refuse to see it. If you continue like this, you will ruin him."

That had certainly taken the heat off me. Only momentarily though.

"Listen Kai, you will make it a lot easier on yourself if you cooperate with us. If you want to build a relationship with us, then we expect you need to lay all the cards on the table."

"I don't know anything. I swear." I pleaded. "Is it really that hard to believe she is my mother?"

My father's betrayal stung. He was no winner but until now I thought I could rely on him to tell me the truth. After Bryce's reveal and their accusations, I did not know what to think anymore. Was he even who I thought he was?

"So, this is how it's going to be then? Kai, we are very disappointed in you. We have taken you in and welcomed you into our home and family. This is your thanks?"

I had hardly been welcomed. Rather tolerated. Which was a step in the right direction, though now I seemed to be taking a few steps backwards.

"We had our doubts about you from the start, considering you are Danila's son, but we were willing to give you a chance."

Suddenly the entrance to the dining room was busted open and Wyatt stormed into the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Enough! You made Bryce cry and now you're terrorising Kai. I left for ten minutes, and you jumped at the opportunity."

"We are not."

"You know what, I'm gonna suck his cock now, whether you are present or not. So, I recommend you leave."

"Wyatt don't be crude." His father responded, looking a lot more nonplussed than Wyatt must have anticipated.

"NOW."

He was unbuckling my pants.

"Dude, don't." I begged him, shooting embarrassed glances at his parents who were looking increasingly agitated. "Stop it."

"Yes, listen to your boyfriend, Wyatt. Good to know he's got more sense than you."

"He's not my boyfriend, he's my husband. And he's more family to me than either of you two ever were."

"That's a hurtful thing to say."

Wyatt ignored her.

"So, I take it you want to be in here while I'm giving head?"

"You're not actually going to, darling." His mother said, though she sounded unsure of herself.

Wyatt go on his knees.

"Do you really want to take that gamble?"

They cursed at him in German, but were wise to know he was crazy enough to follow through on his threat.

"You will hear about this young man, don't think you can just go suck someone's dick to end a conversation." His father reprimanded him right before closing the door on us.

Wyatt let out a loud sigh and let his face plop down into my lap.

"This is exhausting." He moaned.

"You haven't even gotten started."

He giggled and playfully poked me in the stomach.

"Did that turn you on."

"A little." I confessed.

I was always charmed to see him stand up for me.

"How did you know to come?" I asked him.

I could swear he had a sixth sense. He would always show when I needed him.

"Ricky told me they were letting their frustration out on you. Go figure. They realise they lost control over us and now they want to exude their power over you, knowing full well you want to get in their good graces."

"They did not even give me a chance to be obedient."

"Sometimes they get a kick out of putting people down. Pulling information out of you was their secondary goal. They had a need to punish someone for our disgression, so it had to be one of you."

He sighed, sounding beaten this time.

"I'm done trying. I'm coming with you and the team. There is nothing keeping me in this house. Let's start our own future together. You and me. We'll be a family. Bryce can be a part of it too if wants to. But never my parents!"

I knew what he was referring too but I couldn't help but picture myself being Eiffel-Towered by the twins. Fuck, that was hot! Definitely had to add that fantasy to the wank bank.

Wyatt put his arms around my knees and rubbed his cheek into my crotch, I was fully clothed, but he knew full well what he was doing. I was bound to get hard. Not certain if I wanted a blow job right here and now, though. What if his parents would return?

"I can give you one. They already assume I am, so it's no big deal."

"What if they send the kitchen staff to clear the table?"

"That would make it extra kinky."

Of course, that wouldn't bother him. How could I forget I had married a deviant?

I combed my fingers through his thick brown hair. His Dad had a full head of it, so he would likely get lucky. Pretty sure my grandfather was wearing a toupee. The colour up top definitely did not match the rest of his hair. My Dad's was starting to thin on the sides though it was still full and ginger for a man his age. Would Wyatt still want me if I lost mine?

"What are you thinking about?" He asked me.

"That you have pretty hair." I replied.

Admitting the fact that I had been picturing him as an old man might be a mood killer. I still wasn't sure if I really wanted to refuse that blow job. Who was I kidding, of course I wanted it. I was merely a little scared. Just as I was terrified of asking him to fuck me. Didn't mean I didn't want to.

He chuckled.

"So do you, firecrotch. Especially down here."

"You're really okay with this?" I asked.

"Of course, I love your ginger pubes."

I rolled my eyes.

"A blowjob."

"I've been fantasising about it ever since I first met you."

"In your parent's dining hall? With the chance of them walking in on us?"

That would be an oddly specific pipedream.

"To be perfectly honest the thought of someone walking in on us is kind of a turn on." He confessed.

"You're such a weirdo."

"I'm not denying that."

"Okay, fine then." I reluctantly agreed. I turned my head away, unable to face him. I knew I was blushing profusely.

He propped his elbows on my knees and reached for my neck, forcing me to look at him before he kissed me deeply. As per usual, he was a little too eager with his tongue, causing a bit of drool to drip down my mouth. Not sure if it was his or mine and it did not matter. I loved it when he kissed me this intensely.

"Just you wait and see Mr Smithwright. You're gonna love it." He promised.

It was the first time he had called me by my married name since our wedding day, and it made my stomach flutter. I was his and willing to give my all. I was reminded of why I had wanted to marry him in the first place, he made me feel accepted and taken care of. Finally, there was this person who looked at me and liked everything he saw. He even tolerated my overbearing insecurity and had helped me work through my prejudice. He had made me a more open-minded person, more capable of loving and forgiving.

The moment he put his mouth around my dick I was at his mercy. I let go of earthly matters and had made it to heaven. My mind was consumed by nothing but the feeling of his tongue. I watched him flick it around the head and lick the length of the shaft.

My body was spasming so hard that I had to throw my head back, howling at the candelabra like a wolf at the moon.

"Sweet Jesus! I never knew I could feel this good!"

He cupped my balls with his hand, toying with them and occasionally giving them a squeeze. Oh god. If a blowjob was making me feel this good, what would sex do to me?

"Fuck me, please! I need to feel you inside of me." I begged. I should have been embarrassed but I felt no shame.

He slid my cock out of his mouth. It made a plopping sound.

"One thing at a time, but that's a plea I will never forget, I promise you." He said giggling.

"Don't stop!"

He smirked and got back to work, teasing the head and pressing his tongue against the slit to lick up every drop of nasty that was starting to assemble there.

As he was busy with his mouth his hands were still massaging my balls, he brushed his thumb over the sensitive skin behind them, rubbing it, then moving further until-

"FUCK!" I yelled out. "You gotta warn me before doing that."

"You literally begged me to fuck you a moment ago." He reminded me, he had taken his mouth off my dick, but I did not mind too much this time as he was sliding his finger in and out of my glory hole.

"You like that eh, you filthy-minded prude." He insisted.

"Of course, I fucking like it! Keep going."

He did, and it did not take a lot to send me over the edge. I quivered all over as I shot my load, straight into his hungry orifice. He tried to swallow, then pulled a grimace and spat it onto a napkin.

"Sorry. It's not very tasty, is it?"

"Tastes like oysters, but bad ones. Mind if I season it with some lemon juice?"

"Just don't swallow it." I suggested.

"That would have been an option had you warned me."

"That's payback for sticking a finger up my ass." I teased.

"Bitch, you wanted that."

"So did you."

"Touché."

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We cleaned ourselves up with the fabric napkins that had been left behind on the table. I suggested throwing these in the bin as a curtsey to the staff and Wyatt agreed. His family was wealthy enough to afford new ones.

When we left the room, we were greeted by a guard of dishonour. Two shy and very uncomfortable looking housemaids were waiting by the door, luckily too put off by the noises to dare to enter earlier.

I apologised to them. With all the drama, vomit, and urine-soaked antiques, this had certainly not been their best week and I could not blame either of them for handing in their notice by the end of it. Nonetheless, they did their best to show us respect by doing a curtsy and rushing into the room before starting to whisper to each other in French.

Sadly, I had the misfortune to make out what they said.

They had expressed surprise over the fact that I wanted to be bottom, and I could only hope that rumour would not spread beyond the mansion's guarded walls.

Oh well. I reached for Wyatt's hand and gave it a squeeze. He smiled back, his mischievous eyes glinting with excitement.

Worth it.