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Merrit & Sylus
You never should have invited both of them.
The moment you did, when Merrit and Sylus locked eyes across the threshold of your room, it was already too late. Identical in every physical way, from the tousled black hair to the pale sculpted features, the only way to tell them apart was the flicker in their eyes. Merrits were bottomless, stormy blue-black, and Sylus's gleamed silver like moonlit steel. They hadn't spoken to eachother in weeks. And yet now here they were. Side by side. You hadn't told either of them that you were summoning the other.
For a heartbeat, there was nothing. Just two gods mirrored in flesh, united by blood and tension. You were the axis between them, the reason they were here.
Merrits dimples appeared first, but there was no warmth in it. Only wicked recognition.
"Oh, what have you done, Petal?" He growled, stepping forward, his voice as smooth and sharp as a blade.
Behind him, Sylus let out a single breath of amusement. A rare, quiet sound.
"Our pet is rather foolish, isn't she brother?" He said softly, folding his arms as his silver eyes slid over your trembling frame.
You swallowed hard. You had imagined this, yes. But now they were here together. You had never shared a space with both at once. Never felt the contrast so completely. Heat and ice. Fire and shadow. Desire and control.
And they were both walking toward you now. Slowly. In perfect step; like two halves of one dark god, ready to tear you apart.
You backed instinctively but there was nowhere to go. The bed pressed at your calves. Your breath hitched.
"Running?" Merrit asked, voice low and lazy, but the tension beneath it made your skin shiver. "Where exactly do you think you'll hide from the both of us, love?"
Sylus tilted his head slightly, his silver gaze flicking down your body and back up again.
"You've trapped yourself, little one. It was foolish to summon one of us without informing the other. But to summon both?" He stepped just past Merrit, into your peripheral vision. "Deliciously reckless."
Your knees buckled. Not from fear. Not even from anticipation. From need. You tried to speak, tried to explain. But your mouth was dry. Your tongue was thick. And your body was already responding to them; eyes dilated, breathing shallow, heat pooling low in your belly.
Merrits fingers curl under your chin, forcing your gaze upwards.
"She wants this..." His voice but a whisper, those abyssal eyes seeking yours with a dark curiosity, laced with darker intent. "Shes trembling," he said to Sylus. "Do you feel it?"
Sylus stepped forward and caressed your cheek with mock affection. "Even now, her body is betraying every secret."
You were shaking now. Not from cold. Not from nerves. From how badly you wanted what came next.
Merrits eyes sharpened. "So, little pet...shall we play some games?"
It was a blindfold made from shadow and velvet. Something so divinely simple, yet when Merrit placed it over your eyes, the world became darkness and sensation. Every breath, every heartbeat echos louder in the stillness. One of them lifts you effortlessly and places you gently agsinst the cool, silk sheets of the bed. You hear them shift, one on either side of you. Your pulse skips.
"The game is simple, love." One of them purrs, his voice as smooth as nightfall.
"But not without consequence," the other adds, his tone like sharpened glass wrapped in thin paper. You cant tell who is who. Their voices; identical, deep and mesmerizing dance around your ears, making your stomach flutter.
You bite your lip, already bracing. You've never been alone with both of them before. Merrit, dark and possessive. Sylus, colder, cruel but no less beautiful. The thought of both their gazes on you, both their minds turned toward your undoing. Its nearly unbearable.
Suddenly a kiss brushes your lips. Hot. Gentle. Deceptively tender.
"Who kissed you?" One of them whispers.
You inhale shakily. "Merrit..."
A chuckle, low and merciless. "Wrong."
Without warning, four hands decend on your sides. One set rougher, the other more precise, clinical. Fingers press into your ribs, trail along your waist and dig into your sides. You buck and twist, gasping laughter bubbling up uncontrollably.
"No! Please, no!" You squeal, trying to curl up but they dont allow it.
"Such a shame, Petal," one teases. "You have to be sharper than that."
The other one hums in agreement. "We expected more from our little plaything."
When it finally stops, you're breathless, trembling. And just as you're beginning to recover, a single finger begins to trace the arch of your foot; agonizingly slow. The sensation is maddening.
"Who's tickling you now?" One asks, tone so smooth it barely feels real.
You blurt the name, unsure, desperate.
"Sylus!"
Silence.
Then...
"Wrong again." They say in unison.
One set of fingers are brutally encircling the hollows of your underarms. You shriek. Your arms snap down. The other set of hands are squeezing both thighs, you claw at them to get them to stop. Its useless. Giving up too quickly, you're thrashing, begging for your life.
It all stops.
All you can hear is your own ragged breath and the sound of your heartbeat rushing through your veins. Your body coils tight with the kind of dread that tingles with anticipation.
Teeth.
One of them bites your neck.
Not hard, just enough to make you gasp.
But no question follows.
"Do I guess?" You ask timidly with bated breath.
"Does it really matter?" Whispered a dark, feral voice in your ear.
Hands dig back into your underarms, fast and brutal. The other two are at your hips, pressing just above the bone, exactly where they know it tickles the most. They were breaking their own rules. Their game is no longer about fair guessing. Its about overwhelm; the hands that make you squirm in the dark, never knowing which god is about to toy with you...or how.
You scream-laugh and twist away from one assault, but it only pushes you against the others body, who catches you with a low growl and wraps an arm around your waist.
"Mine." He breathes against your ear, as one hand slides up your top, nails lightly grazing your trembling stomach.
"I thought she was ours," the other voice says, sharp and amused.
You realize, dazed and breathless, that the game has changed. Its not about stopping the torment. Its about surviving their competition for you.
The moment the blindfold is removed, the world returns in a flood of shadow and candlelight.
Merrit is the first thing you see. Hes crouched before you on the bed. His eyes are molten, unreadable, almost angry with desire. He is dangerous in that moment, and he knows it.
Sylus sits lower down the bed, silent and still, observing, his icy silver eyes glittering like a blade in the dark.
There's a smirk ghosting Merrits lips, but it doesnt reach his eyes. Without a word, he moves. Its too fast, too smooth. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with two strong hands, straddling your hips as if hes claimed the very air you breathe. You gasp, caught. His ankles slowly lock around your thighs, completely imobolizing you.
"Merrit..." you begin but he cuts you off with a kiss.
Gods, the kiss.
Possessive. Deep. Dark with intent. It tastes like punishment. Like hes reminding you who you belong to. Like he dares you to challenge it.
And then you feel them.
Sylus's hands.
On your feet.
He draws slow, maddening lines with the edge of his nail. The position is unfair. Unthinkable. He has full access while Merrit holds you down, and hes not rushing.
You thrash, a shocked, high pitched scream bursting from your lips, but you cant move. You cant stop him.
You're pinned, overstimulated by Merrits ravenous intentions, and Sylus was barely even trying yet.
Merrit chuckles low above you. "Oh little one...you thought it was about a guessing game. Its never been about guesses."
"Its about control," Sylus growls, dragging his nail up from your heel to the arch of your foot. You jolt so hard, Merrit nearly looses his grip on your wrists. "My control."
Merrit bites yiur lower lip hard enough to sting, then releases it just as quickly. "Now you understand."
You understand it in every nerve, every shiver, every helpless laugh that bursts from your lips as Sylus continues tormenting your feet. Slow. Merciless. Consuming.
Without warning, Sylus grabs you with a sudden, brutal elegance. Strong arms wrap around your waist as he drags you from beneath Merrit like a possession hes reclaiming. Your back arches in surprise, but Merrit...he doesn't stop him.
No. He leans back against the headboard, watching with dark amusement as you're pulled flush against Sylus's body.
The contrast between the two brothers is always startling. Merrit, all smoldering heat and violent obsession...and Sylus, the quiet, cold storm. But tonight Sylus isn't cold.
Tonight hes burning.
His mouth is on yours before you can speak. Devouring, not kissing. Its hunger disguised in stillness, fire behind the ice. His grip tightens on your hips, dragging you against him. You can feel the evidence of his arousal against your aching core. You moan into his mouth and it feels as if the air has been stolen from your lungs.
Dizziness hits you like wind. But not just from the kiss. Because behind you, Merrit has returned. You feel his hands before you even realized what's happening. Those strong, elegant fingers grazing the backs of your thighs with a feathery, excruciating lightness. It starts as a teasing touch, almost nothing, and then they dig in.
You shriek into Sylus's mouth, the kiss breaking into helpless, muffled laughter. Your body jerks in his grip, but Sylus is unyielding. He cages you with terrifying precision, forcing you to take every giggle, every squirm, every bit of helplessness while Merrit plays your thighs like an instrument behind you.
"Oh," Sylus breaths against your lips, his tone taunting and unreadable. "I think our Petal is very sensitive tonight."
"Mmhm," Merrit hums behind you, his breath hot against your lower back. "She shouldn't have brought us together if she didn't want to be ruined."
His tickling intensifies; those spots just beneath the buttocks, just above your thighs. He knows. He knows how much that touch ignites nerves and turns giggles into screams.
Sylus is smiling against your mouth as you writhe.
"You cant even run," he whispers. "Merrit's behind you, I'm infront of you. You've put yourself in the jaws of shadow gods, little one. And we're still hungry."
And just before you can adjust yourself to their rythem, Sylus releases you and slides you slowly down his body. Merrits mouth is already at your ear.
"New game, Petal." He purred. "You beg...you lose."
Sylus, now seated like a spider at the edge of the bed, laced his fingers together and rested his chin atop them. "Every time you plead for mercy...an article of clothing disappears. And no restraints tonight. We want to see how long your can fight us."
You flinched.
"Run." Merrit said, voice warm with wicked delight.
"Fight us, little one," Sylus cooed, the word little drawn out just to fluster you.
You bolted, bare feet slapping against the floor. But you didn't make it far. Sylus stepped off the bed with perfect precision, gliding across the room like a predator. You crash into his chest with a gasp. He didn't touch you. He didn't have to. He simply smiled as you spun to flee, only to run straight into Merrit.
He was waiting.
He grinned like a boy on Christmas morning, eyes shining with hunger.
"Where are you going?" He asked, his voice thick with amusement.
Before you could answer, you felt the whisper of breath behind your neck.
"I thought you wanted to play with both of us?"
Your skin broke out into goosebumps.
Without effort, Merrit swept you clean off your feet and tossed you back onto the bed like you weighed nothing.
They both climbed onto the bed in unison, knees sinking into the plush bedding, circling you like wolves.
You scramble backwards, seriously rethinking you're poor decisions. "Can we talk about this, boys?"
Merrit tilted his head. "Whats wrong, love? You look a little...worried."
Sylus slinked closer from the side. "Shes already bargaining," he whispered, voice soft as silk, sharp as glass.
You shuffled to the farthest corner of the bed, but too slow. Merrits hand snapped out to grab your upper thigh. Not to hold you still. No. Just to squeeze.
A wicked little vice grip.
Perfectly placed.
Your body betrayed you instantly. You shrieked, twisting away with wild laughter, clawing at his wrist as you crumpled into a heap, already shaking.
"Nohohoho! Stop please!"
The words had barely left your mouth when your blouse vanished.
"Oops." Merrit said sweetly, grinning at you.
"Oh, shes begging already," Sylus drawled from behind, crawling up the bed like some elegant executioner. "This will be a short game."
Before you could recover from the last burst of laughter, Sylus leans back, once again targeting your helpless feet, this time with vigor. Those long, ghost pale fingers dancing across your arches with surgical precision. You shrieked and kicked reflexively but he just followed your movements like shadows dancing across a lighted stage.
Merrit released your thigh, now leaned in low, lips brushing against your throat in a teasing nuzzle. The juxtaposition, the sharp ticklishness at your feet and the warm, intimate breath at your neck, sent your body spiraling into helpless, high pitched giggles.
You curled in on yourself like a storm of limbs, trying desperately to shield your most sensitive places.
Then, chaos.
Four skilled hands descended at once. You twisted, legs folding, arms wrapping tight. But they didn't stop. Their hands, relentless. Clever. Predictive. Wherever you moved to block them, they simply followed. Seamlessly. Effortlessly. As if your body was a map they'd memorized a thousand times.
"Its too much!" You gasped through your laughter, squealing as Sylus's fingers scribbled across your exposed midrift. "No, not my stomach! STAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE!"
The moment the words left your mouth, both men paused. Just briefly. Their eyes met over your squirming body.
Amused.
Knowing.
United.
Merrit chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling against your neck like a purr from a predator.
"Never tell a tickler your secrets, Petal."
"Especially when you're already losing." Sylus added, cool and razer sharp. With a flick of his wrist, your bottoms were gone.
"Oops," he continued, his silvery voice dripping with mock innocence. "You've lost again."
Your eyes darted between the two of them, both kneeling above you, fingers posed over your bare stomach. And with merciless coordination, they resumed their attack. Sylus focused on featherlight swipes below the bellybutton, switching from flicks to rakes that undid your sanity. Merrit hands slipped up higher, fingers curling in viciously in all the right spots to make your back arch and your voice shatter.
The tickling was so relentless, it was paralyzing. You made one final effort to roll up onto your hands and knees to crawl away across the impossibly soft bed. But a pair of fingers slipped under your arms, deceptively gentle at first, then suddenly cruel. You yelped, arms giving out, and collapsed forward...right into the chest of the other brother.
Strong arms caught you, but they didn't protect.
They punished.
The moment your body hit his, his hands clamped around your waist, fingers curling and digging into excruciating touches up your ribs. You screamed laughter, caught between the torment of one twin under your arms and the other at your sides. Muscles convulsed, shaking with the effort and giggles, your body twisting to escape, but there was nowhere to go.
And they still weren't holding you down. They didn't have to.
Their hands were coordinated, evil, relentless. You couldn't guess who was who anymore, their touches seamless, their voices too alike, too close, whispering into your ears from either side.
"Squirm all you like, Love." One voice purred darkly. "We like the chase."
"Scream all you want." Growled the other. "You sound so beautiful when you break."
You tried to speak. Tried to plead, but words fell apart into breathless, high-pitched laughter as one of them fluttered along your hips; light as mist, unbearable as fire.
You arched up in reaction, only for the other to dive back into your abdomen, fingertips penetrating and biting at the tender spots. The soft sheets beneath you grew damp with effort. Your breath came in short, shallow exhales. Laughter echoed off the walls, finally broken by your gasping, desperate pleas.
"Please! Please! I cant...its too much! STAHAHAHAHAP PLEASE!"
"Ah, and there it is." One said silkily. "Our favorite sound."
"Poor thing," the other whispered, lips brushing your ear. "This is what happens when you ask for both of us."
You're buckling, barely able to hold yourself up. The shadow twins only give you enough time to orient yourself and catch your breath. Your eyes, once glassy, now come back into focus. For the first time in over an hour, you can tell which twin was which by the color of their eyes.
But the looks in those eyes.
Oh gods, they are still feral.
Realization hits that this is not over. Sylus leans down and places an almost tender kiss on your forehead.
"From now on," he murmurs. "You only beg using our names. One name. One plea. One purpose."
Behind you, Merrits voice is smooth silk and deadly serious. "If you say please stop, you get more. If you say you cant, we will show you that you can. And if you say anything without our names on your tongue...you'll be punished, love."
"I want to hear you plead for us," Sylus continues. "We are your gods, and your laughter is our prayer."
You tremble; overwhelmed. Hands return. Teasing again, but not just anywhere. Sylus runs his fingers down your sensitive forearms, lazily tracing little spirals, while Merrit moves infront, stroking light, sensuous circles on the backs of your knees. Both just to undo you, but never enough to satisfy the desperate itch building under your skin.
Then Merrit whispers, "Say my name, Petal. Or I'll tickle the backs of your knees until your mind goes blank."
You bite your lip, shaking.
"I...I cant."
That was the wrong answer.
The sudden burst of tickling behind your knees and forearms hits like a jolt. Laughter rips free. Raw. Unguarded.
"Try again," Sylus growls, not letting up. "You want mercy? You beg for us."
"Say it." Merrit hisses in your ear. "Say my name. Say it like you need me."
You gasp out, "M-Merrit! Please!"
The hands pause...just long enough for your breath to catch.
"Better." Sylus praises. "Now me, Petal. Say it soft. Say it sweet."
You moan through your laughter, voice trembling. "Sylus...Sylus, please. Please..."
That earns you a sensual stroke down your side...followed by a cruel flick to your hip that sends you bucking again.
"Beautiful." Merrit remarks, his fingers already decending again. "Now, let's raise the stakes."
"From now on," Sylus murmurs, lips brushing your jaw. "You say exactly what you want, using our names."
"Be specific," growls Merrit. "Or, well keep you on edge all night."
Your head spins, realizing this is not longer a game. Its worship. Devotion. You're not just begging for freedom. You're begging for them.
That moment, your lips parted and whimper "Sylus...kiss me, please."
He didn't hesitate. No smug grin. No retort. Just immediate, searing compliance. Sylus leaned in with that calculated grace of his; one hand cradling the back of your neck, while the other splayed firm and possessive on your lower back.
And then...
Gods help you, his lips brushed yours.
Not rough. Not ravenous. Gentle. So impossibly gentle that your knees might of given out of he weren't already holding you. He broke the kiss first, of course. Pulled away, eyes hooded, voice a velvet dagger against your ear.
"Is that what you needed, little one?" He murmured. "A little softness before the fall?"
Breathless, you turned your gaze on Merrit; the storm behind your craving. His eyes were black fire. He'd watched every second. Silent. Still. Possessive rage and unholy hunger in equal measure. The only thing moving was his jaw, clenched tight enough to Crack.
You tried to gather the courage.
He tilted his head, voice like smoke. "Would you like a kiss, love?"
You nodded once, unable to speak.
He leaned in close.
"Say my name..."
It came out in a breath.
"Merrit..."
His whole body lowered and it made your pulse stutter. He looked up from between your thighs, his mouth just inches from your heat, those eyes gleaming with cruel worship.
Then.
The kiss.
Not where you expected.
Not where you needed.
But lower. Slower.
His lips met the inside of your thigh, just beside the place you ached the most.
Once.
Then again.
Each time more purposeful. He wasnt rushing. He never rushed. He was savoring the tension in your body, the tremble in your thighs, the frantic way your hands clutched the sheets.
"Is this what you wanted, Petal?" He growled against your skin.
You gasped, fingers trailing in his dark hair.
"Yes, Merrit, please."
He stilled.
A beat passed.
Then his hands curled around your hips like iron.
"Say it right."
Your breath caught in the back of your throat. He was going to make you ask, make you beg for it like it was his gift to you.
Your voice was nearly a whimper. "I want your mouth, Merrit...please kiss me there..."
The chuckle that rumbled from him was sinful. He dipped lower.
You held your breath.
He paused.
His breath grazed over your skin, unbearably close. His tongue, just a flicker, barely touched. Just enough to burn. And then...
Nothing.
You whimpered in disbelief.
Behind you, Sylus laughed softly.
"Oh, shes learning beautifuly, " he said, settling behind you again. "But not fast enough."
His fingers returned. Light, precise, ticklish strokes along your ribs, just enough to make you jerk forward...right into Merrits waiting mouth. But Merrit didn't give you what you wanted. He just breathed you in. Teased your folds with the ghost of his lips.
And you were undone.
"I cant...please. I dont know who to..."
"Then you'll beg for both." Sylus whispered, dragging his teeth along your neck.
"Do it. Do it now." Merrit added darkly.
The pressure between your thighs was unbearable. Sylus's hands never stopped. Merrits mouth was so close it hurt.
"Say it!" Merrit commanded. "Beg for your gods."
Trembling, your lips parted, breath coming in short, shallow gasps, but no words would come. Your hands scrambled for something to hold onto; flesh, sheets, anything. But all you found was tormenting hands, teasing touch, and excruciating tension.
"Look at her," Sylus murmured, his fingers counting ribs one by one, his voice achingly calm. "A perfect little puppet without strings."
Merrit didn't move. His eyes locked on yours from below, wild and ravenous. His mouth hovered less than an inch from you, and you could feel the tremble in his control.
"Come on, Petal." He coaxed. "Two words. That's all it takes. Say them and ill ruin you."
Your lips parted again, but all that came out was a moan, broken by giggles and a half sob full of need.
"Shes too far gone," Sylus purred behind you, his fingers now tapping lightly into ticklish underarms, making you jump and whimper against him.
"Then we'll remind her." Merrits words came out flat and final.
And suddenly it was too much.
Not rough.
Not violent.
But merciless.
Merrits tongue moved with the precision of a sadist, and the worship of a sinner. Sylus's hands found every ticklish inch of your skin; ribs, underarms, belly, the backs of your thighs. They danced along them with unholy tenderness. It was devastating. Sensual. Playful. Unrelenting.
You cried out, high-pitched and shattered, barely able to hold your own body up.
The tension was building in your core fast, ready to snap at any second.
"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!" You gasped, finally, finally finding words.
But it wasn't good enough.
Merrit pulled back cruelly, licking his lips. "That wasn't what I asked for."
The sudden loss of contact made your hips thrust forward, seeking the friction that had been brutally ripped away and you sobbed.
Sylus turned your face to his, one hand cradling your jaw. "Start over, little one." He said almost sweetly. "Tell us what you want, properly. Or we dont stop."
They were giving you just enough to break but never enough to fall. Your body was shaking from desperation, exhaustion, head thrown back against Sylus's chest, lips parted, but barely forming sound. Merrit's lips had just retreated again after the fifth or sixth time. You were sobbing and whimpering out of abject frustration. Sylus's fingers traced across your midrift in tight, tiny circles, playful and cruel...just enough to drive you mad without giving you relief.
"Try. Again." Merrits voice was edged with lust and now trembling with loss of control. He was holding on by a whisper of restraint.
You forced your head forward, damp hair clinging to your forehead, and whispered with every drop of strength you had left.
"Please...Merrit...Sylus. I need you. I need your hands, your mouths, your bodies...break me."
Sylus exhaled in satisfaction. "Good girl."
Merrit remained silent. His expression revealed everything; pride, devotion, savagery. You gasped as his hands curled tightly under your thighs and he lifted you to his mouth with a force that knocked the air right out of your lungs. He pulled your legs wide open, baring you completely to both their hungry gazes.
"You're not going to survive this," Sylus whispered against your ear. "But gods, you'll love how it ends."
They claimed you.
At the same time.
In perfect, exquisite, devastating, harmony.
Merrits mouth returned; worshipping, sinning, loving, punishing. Sylus's hands danced a wicked path, not holding back; down your sides, across your belly, behind your knees. You thrashed, you cried. Laughter shattered, body overwhelmed. You begged them again and again, their names like a sacred prayer on your lips. And this time, they didn't stop.
They weren't going to.
You'd asked for it perfectly, afterall. Shocks of pleasure tore through your core from an expert mouth; his tongue circling, flicking, tasting, drinking you in. But the moment his lips sealed around your clit, sucking gently, your body seizes. The sensation is so pleasurable, its debilitating; unable to escape it, unable to think. Your orgasm cracks you open like thunder. Sharp, searing...stolen between moans and laughter, and you scream their names so loudly that it echos through the dark chamber.
Everything goes white as you pass out in their arms.
Loved.
Ruined.
Theirs.
Merrit & Sylus
You never should have invited both of them.
The moment you did, when Merrit and Sylus locked eyes across the threshold of your room, it was already too late. Identical in every physical way, from the tousled black hair to the pale sculpted features, the only way to tell them apart was the flicker in their eyes. Merrits were bottomless, stormy blue-black, and Sylus's gleamed silver like moonlit steel. They hadn't spoken to eachother in weeks. And yet now here they were. Side by side. You hadn't told either of them that you were summoning the other.
For a heartbeat, there was nothing. Just two gods mirrored in flesh, united by blood and tension. You were the axis between them, the reason they were here.
Merrits dimples appeared first, but there was no warmth in it. Only wicked recognition.
"Oh, what have you done, Petal?" He growled, stepping forward, his voice as smooth and sharp as a blade.
Behind him, Sylus let out a single breath of amusement. A rare, quiet sound.
"Our pet is rather foolish, isn't she brother?" He said softly, folding his arms as his silver eyes slid over your trembling frame.
You swallowed hard. You had imagined this, yes. But now they were here together. You had never shared a space with both at once. Never felt the contrast so completely. Heat and ice. Fire and shadow. Desire and control.
And they were both walking toward you now. Slowly. In perfect step; like two halves of one dark god, ready to tear you apart.
You backed instinctively but there was nowhere to go. The bed pressed at your calves. Your breath hitched.
"Running?" Merrit asked, voice low and lazy, but the tension beneath it made your skin shiver. "Where exactly do you think you'll hide from the both of us, love?"
Sylus tilted his head slightly, his silver gaze flicking down your body and back up again.
"You've trapped yourself, little one. It was foolish to summon one of us without informing the other. But to summon both?" He stepped just past Merrit, into your peripheral vision. "Deliciously reckless."
Your knees buckled. Not from fear. Not even from anticipation. From need. You tried to speak, tried to explain. But your mouth was dry. Your tongue was thick. And your body was already responding to them; eyes dilated, breathing shallow, heat pooling low in your belly.
Merrits fingers curl under your chin, forcing your gaze upwards.
"She wants this..." His voice but a whisper, those abyssal eyes seeking yours with a dark curiosity, laced with darker intent. "Shes trembling," he said to Sylus. "Do you feel it?"
Sylus stepped forward and caressed your cheek with mock affection. "Even now, her body is betraying every secret."
You were shaking now. Not from cold. Not from nerves. From how badly you wanted what came next.
Merrits eyes sharpened. "So, little pet...shall we play some games?"
It was a blindfold made from shadow and velvet. Something so divinely simple, yet when Merrit placed it over your eyes, the world became darkness and sensation. Every breath, every heartbeat echos louder in the stillness. One of them lifts you effortlessly and places you gently agsinst the cool, silk sheets of the bed. You hear them shift, one on either side of you. Your pulse skips.
"The game is simple, love." One of them purrs, his voice as smooth as nightfall.
"But not without consequence," the other adds, his tone like sharpened glass wrapped in thin paper. You cant tell who is who. Their voices; identical, deep and mesmerizing dance around your ears, making your stomach flutter.
You bite your lip, already bracing. You've never been alone with both of them before. Merrit, dark and possessive. Sylus, colder, cruel but no less beautiful. The thought of both their gazes on you, both their minds turned toward your undoing. Its nearly unbearable.
Suddenly a kiss brushes your lips. Hot. Gentle. Deceptively tender.
"Who kissed you?" One of them whispers.
You inhale shakily. "Merrit..."
A chuckle, low and merciless. "Wrong."
Without warning, four hands decend on your sides. One set rougher, the other more precise, clinical. Fingers press into your ribs, trail along your waist and dig into your sides. You buck and twist, gasping laughter bubbling up uncontrollably.
"No! Please, no!" You squeal, trying to curl up but they dont allow it.
"Such a shame, Petal," one teases. "You have to be sharper than that."
The other one hums in agreement. "We expected more from our little plaything."
When it finally stops, you're breathless, trembling. And just as you're beginning to recover, a single finger begins to trace the arch of your foot; agonizingly slow. The sensation is maddening.
"Who's tickling you now?" One asks, tone so smooth it barely feels real.
You blurt the name, unsure, desperate.
"Sylus!"
Silence.
Then...
"Wrong again." They say in unison.
One set of fingers are brutally encircling the hollows of your underarms. You shriek. Your arms snap down. The other set of hands are squeezing both thighs, you claw at them to get them to stop. Its useless. Giving up too quickly, you're thrashing, begging for your life.
It all stops.
All you can hear is your own ragged breath and the sound of your heartbeat rushing through your veins. Your body coils tight with the kind of dread that tingles with anticipation.
Teeth.
One of them bites your neck.
Not hard, just enough to make you gasp.
But no question follows.
"Do I guess?" You ask timidly with bated breath.
"Does it really matter?" Whispered a dark, feral voice in your ear.
Hands dig back into your underarms, fast and brutal. The other two are at your hips, pressing just above the bone, exactly where they know it tickles the most. They were breaking their own rules. Their game is no longer about fair guessing. Its about overwhelm; the hands that make you squirm in the dark, never knowing which god is about to toy with you...or how.
You scream-laugh and twist away from one assault, but it only pushes you against the others body, who catches you with a low growl and wraps an arm around your waist.
"Mine." He breathes against your ear, as one hand slides up your top, nails lightly grazing your trembling stomach.
"I thought she was ours," the other voice says, sharp and amused.
You realize, dazed and breathless, that the game has changed. Its not about stopping the torment. Its about surviving their competition for you.
The moment the blindfold is removed, the world returns in a flood of shadow and candlelight.
Merrit is the first thing you see. Hes crouched before you on the bed. His eyes are molten, unreadable, almost angry with desire. He is dangerous in that moment, and he knows it.
Sylus sits lower down the bed, silent and still, observing, his icy silver eyes glittering like a blade in the dark.
There's a smirk ghosting Merrits lips, but it doesnt reach his eyes. Without a word, he moves. Its too fast, too smooth. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with two strong hands, straddling your hips as if hes claimed the very air you breathe. You gasp, caught. His ankles slowly lock around your thighs, completely imobolizing you.
"Merrit..." you begin but he cuts you off with a kiss.
Gods, the kiss.
Possessive. Deep. Dark with intent. It tastes like punishment. Like hes reminding you who you belong to. Like he dares you to challenge it.
And then you feel them.
Sylus's hands.
On your feet.
He draws slow, maddening lines with the edge of his nail. The position is unfair. Unthinkable. He has full access while Merrit holds you down, and hes not rushing.
You thrash, a shocked, high pitched scream bursting from your lips, but you cant move. You cant stop him.
You're pinned, overstimulated by Merrits ravenous intentions, and Sylus was barely even trying yet.
Merrit chuckles low above you. "Oh little one...you thought it was about a guessing game. Its never been about guesses."
"Its about control," Sylus growls, dragging his nail up from your heel to the arch of your foot. You jolt so hard, Merrit nearly looses his grip on your wrists. "My control."
Merrit bites yiur lower lip hard enough to sting, then releases it just as quickly. "Now you understand."
You understand it in every nerve, every shiver, every helpless laugh that bursts from your lips as Sylus continues tormenting your feet. Slow. Merciless. Consuming.
Without warning, Sylus grabs you with a sudden, brutal elegance. Strong arms wrap around your waist as he drags you from beneath Merrit like a possession hes reclaiming. Your back arches in surprise, but Merrit...he doesn't stop him.
No. He leans back against the headboard, watching with dark amusement as you're pulled flush against Sylus's body.
The contrast between the two brothers is always startling. Merrit, all smoldering heat and violent obsession...and Sylus, the quiet, cold storm. But tonight Sylus isn't cold.
Tonight hes burning.
His mouth is on yours before you can speak. Devouring, not kissing. Its hunger disguised in stillness, fire behind the ice. His grip tightens on your hips, dragging you against him. You can feel the evidence of his arousal against your aching core. You moan into his mouth and it feels as if the air has been stolen from your lungs.
Dizziness hits you like wind. But not just from the kiss. Because behind you, Merrit has returned. You feel his hands before you even realized what's happening. Those strong, elegant fingers grazing the backs of your thighs with a feathery, excruciating lightness. It starts as a teasing touch, almost nothing, and then they dig in.
You shriek into Sylus's mouth, the kiss breaking into helpless, muffled laughter. Your body jerks in his grip, but Sylus is unyielding. He cages you with terrifying precision, forcing you to take every giggle, every squirm, every bit of helplessness while Merrit plays your thighs like an instrument behind you.
"Oh," Sylus breaths against your lips, his tone taunting and unreadable. "I think our Petal is very sensitive tonight."
"Mmhm," Merrit hums behind you, his breath hot against your lower back. "She shouldn't have brought us together if she didn't want to be ruined."
His tickling intensifies; those spots just beneath the buttocks, just above your thighs. He knows. He knows how much that touch ignites nerves and turns giggles into screams.
Sylus is smiling against your mouth as you writhe.
"You cant even run," he whispers. "Merrit's behind you, I'm infront of you. You've put yourself in the jaws of shadow gods, little one. And we're still hungry."
And just before you can adjust yourself to their rythem, Sylus releases you and slides you slowly down his body. Merrits mouth is already at your ear.
"New game, Petal." He purred. "You beg...you lose."
Sylus, now seated like a spider at the edge of the bed, laced his fingers together and rested his chin atop them. "Every time you plead for mercy...an article of clothing disappears. And no restraints tonight. We want to see how long your can fight us."
You flinched.
"Run." Merrit said, voice warm with wicked delight.
"Fight us, little one," Sylus cooed, the word little drawn out just to fluster you.
You bolted, bare feet slapping against the floor. But you didn't make it far. Sylus stepped off the bed with perfect precision, gliding across the room like a predator. You crash into his chest with a gasp. He didn't touch you. He didn't have to. He simply smiled as you spun to flee, only to run straight into Merrit.
He was waiting.
He grinned like a boy on Christmas morning, eyes shining with hunger.
"Where are you going?" He asked, his voice thick with amusement.
Before you could answer, you felt the whisper of breath behind your neck.
"I thought you wanted to play with both of us?"
Your skin broke out into goosebumps.
Without effort, Merrit swept you clean off your feet and tossed you back onto the bed like you weighed nothing.
They both climbed onto the bed in unison, knees sinking into the plush bedding, circling you like wolves.
You scramble backwards, seriously rethinking you're poor decisions. "Can we talk about this, boys?"
Merrit tilted his head. "Whats wrong, love? You look a little...worried."
Sylus slinked closer from the side. "Shes already bargaining," he whispered, voice soft as silk, sharp as glass.
You shuffled to the farthest corner of the bed, but too slow. Merrits hand snapped out to grab your upper thigh. Not to hold you still. No. Just to squeeze.
A wicked little vice grip.
Perfectly placed.
Your body betrayed you instantly. You shrieked, twisting away with wild laughter, clawing at his wrist as you crumpled into a heap, already shaking.
"Nohohoho! Stop please!"
The words had barely left your mouth when your blouse vanished.
"Oops." Merrit said sweetly, grinning at you.
"Oh, shes begging already," Sylus drawled from behind, crawling up the bed like some elegant executioner. "This will be a short game."
Before you could recover from the last burst of laughter, Sylus leans back, once again targeting your helpless feet, this time with vigor. Those long, ghost pale fingers dancing across your arches with surgical precision. You shrieked and kicked reflexively but he just followed your movements like shadows dancing across a lighted stage.
Merrit released your thigh, now leaned in low, lips brushing against your throat in a teasing nuzzle. The juxtaposition, the sharp ticklishness at your feet and the warm, intimate breath at your neck, sent your body spiraling into helpless, high pitched giggles.
You curled in on yourself like a storm of limbs, trying desperately to shield your most sensitive places.
Then, chaos.
Four skilled hands descended at once. You twisted, legs folding, arms wrapping tight. But they didn't stop. Their hands, relentless. Clever. Predictive. Wherever you moved to block them, they simply followed. Seamlessly. Effortlessly. As if your body was a map they'd memorized a thousand times.
"Its too much!" You gasped through your laughter, squealing as Sylus's fingers scribbled across your exposed midrift. "No, not my stomach! STAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE!"
The moment the words left your mouth, both men paused. Just briefly. Their eyes met over your squirming body.
Amused.
Knowing.
United.
Merrit chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling against your neck like a purr from a predator.
"Never tell a tickler your secrets, Petal."
"Especially when you're already losing." Sylus added, cool and razer sharp. With a flick of his wrist, your bottoms were gone.
"Oops," he continued, his silvery voice dripping with mock innocence. "You've lost again."
Your eyes darted between the two of them, both kneeling above you, fingers posed over your bare stomach. And with merciless coordination, they resumed their attack. Sylus focused on featherlight swipes below the bellybutton, switching from flicks to rakes that undid your sanity. Merrit hands slipped up higher, fingers curling in viciously in all the right spots to make your back arch and your voice shatter.
The tickling was so relentless, it was paralyzing. You made one final effort to roll up onto your hands and knees to crawl away across the impossibly soft bed. But a pair of fingers slipped under your arms, deceptively gentle at first, then suddenly cruel. You yelped, arms giving out, and collapsed forward...right into the chest of the other brother.
Strong arms caught you, but they didn't protect.
They punished.
The moment your body hit his, his hands clamped around your waist, fingers curling and digging into excruciating touches up your ribs. You screamed laughter, caught between the torment of one twin under your arms and the other at your sides. Muscles convulsed, shaking with the effort and giggles, your body twisting to escape, but there was nowhere to go.
And they still weren't holding you down. They didn't have to.
Their hands were coordinated, evil, relentless. You couldn't guess who was who anymore, their touches seamless, their voices too alike, too close, whispering into your ears from either side.
"Squirm all you like, Love." One voice purred darkly. "We like the chase."
"Scream all you want." Growled the other. "You sound so beautiful when you break."
You tried to speak. Tried to plead, but words fell apart into breathless, high-pitched laughter as one of them fluttered along your hips; light as mist, unbearable as fire.
You arched up in reaction, only for the other to dive back into your abdomen, fingertips penetrating and biting at the tender spots. The soft sheets beneath you grew damp with effort. Your breath came in short, shallow exhales. Laughter echoed off the walls, finally broken by your gasping, desperate pleas.
"Please! Please! I cant...its too much! STAHAHAHAHAP PLEASE!"
"Ah, and there it is." One said silkily. "Our favorite sound."
"Poor thing," the other whispered, lips brushing your ear. "This is what happens when you ask for both of us."
You're buckling, barely able to hold yourself up. The shadow twins only give you enough time to orient yourself and catch your breath. Your eyes, once glassy, now come back into focus. For the first time in over an hour, you can tell which twin was which by the color of their eyes.
But the looks in those eyes.
Oh gods, they are still feral.
Realization hits that this is not over. Sylus leans down and places an almost tender kiss on your forehead.
"From now on," he murmurs. "You only beg using our names. One name. One plea. One purpose."
Behind you, Merrits voice is smooth silk and deadly serious. "If you say please stop, you get more. If you say you cant, we will show you that you can. And if you say anything without our names on your tongue...you'll be punished, love."
"I want to hear you plead for us," Sylus continues. "We are your gods, and your laughter is our prayer."
You tremble; overwhelmed. Hands return. Teasing again, but not just anywhere. Sylus runs his fingers down your sensitive forearms, lazily tracing little spirals, while Merrit moves infront, stroking light, sensuous circles on the backs of your knees. Both just to undo you, but never enough to satisfy the desperate itch building under your skin.
Then Merrit whispers, "Say my name, Petal. Or I'll tickle the backs of your knees until your mind goes blank."
You bite your lip, shaking.
"I...I cant."
That was the wrong answer.
The sudden burst of tickling behind your knees and forearms hits like a jolt. Laughter rips free. Raw. Unguarded.
"Try again," Sylus growls, not letting up. "You want mercy? You beg for us."
"Say it." Merrit hisses in your ear. "Say my name. Say it like you need me."
You gasp out, "M-Merrit! Please!"
The hands pause...just long enough for your breath to catch.
"Better." Sylus praises. "Now me, Petal. Say it soft. Say it sweet."
You moan through your laughter, voice trembling. "Sylus...Sylus, please. Please..."
That earns you a sensual stroke down your side...followed by a cruel flick to your hip that sends you bucking again.
"Beautiful." Merrit remarks, his fingers already decending again. "Now, let's raise the stakes."
"From now on," Sylus murmurs, lips brushing your jaw. "You say exactly what you want, using our names."
"Be specific," growls Merrit. "Or, well keep you on edge all night."
Your head spins, realizing this is not longer a game. Its worship. Devotion. You're not just begging for freedom. You're begging for them.
That moment, your lips parted and whimper "Sylus...kiss me, please."
He didn't hesitate. No smug grin. No retort. Just immediate, searing compliance. Sylus leaned in with that calculated grace of his; one hand cradling the back of your neck, while the other splayed firm and possessive on your lower back.
And then...
Gods help you, his lips brushed yours.
Not rough. Not ravenous. Gentle. So impossibly gentle that your knees might of given out of he weren't already holding you. He broke the kiss first, of course. Pulled away, eyes hooded, voice a velvet dagger against your ear.
"Is that what you needed, little one?" He murmured. "A little softness before the fall?"
Breathless, you turned your gaze on Merrit; the storm behind your craving. His eyes were black fire. He'd watched every second. Silent. Still. Possessive rage and unholy hunger in equal measure. The only thing moving was his jaw, clenched tight enough to Crack.
You tried to gather the courage.
He tilted his head, voice like smoke. "Would you like a kiss, love?"
You nodded once, unable to speak.
He leaned in close.
"Say my name..."
It came out in a breath.
"Merrit..."
His whole body lowered and it made your pulse stutter. He looked up from between your thighs, his mouth just inches from your heat, those eyes gleaming with cruel worship.
Then.
The kiss.
Not where you expected.
Not where you needed.
But lower. Slower.
His lips met the inside of your thigh, just beside the place you ached the most.
Once.
Then again.
Each time more purposeful. He wasnt rushing. He never rushed. He was savoring the tension in your body, the tremble in your thighs, the frantic way your hands clutched the sheets.
"Is this what you wanted, Petal?" He growled against your skin.
You gasped, fingers trailing in his dark hair.
"Yes, Merrit, please."
He stilled.
A beat passed.
Then his hands curled around your hips like iron.
"Say it right."
Your breath caught in the back of your throat. He was going to make you ask, make you beg for it like it was his gift to you.
Your voice was nearly a whimper. "I want your mouth, Merrit...please kiss me there..."
The chuckle that rumbled from him was sinful. He dipped lower.
You held your breath.
He paused.
His breath grazed over your skin, unbearably close. His tongue, just a flicker, barely touched. Just enough to burn. And then...
Nothing.
You whimpered in disbelief.
Behind you, Sylus laughed softly.
"Oh, shes learning beautifuly, " he said, settling behind you again. "But not fast enough."
His fingers returned. Light, precise, ticklish strokes along your ribs, just enough to make you jerk forward...right into Merrits waiting mouth. But Merrit didn't give you what you wanted. He just breathed you in. Teased your folds with the ghost of his lips.
And you were undone.
"I cant...please. I dont know who to..."
"Then you'll beg for both." Sylus whispered, dragging his teeth along your neck.
"Do it. Do it now." Merrit added darkly.
The pressure between your thighs was unbearable. Sylus's hands never stopped. Merrits mouth was so close it hurt.
"Say it!" Merrit commanded. "Beg for your gods."
Trembling, your lips parted, breath coming in short, shallow gasps, but no words would come. Your hands scrambled for something to hold onto; flesh, sheets, anything. But all you found was tormenting hands, teasing touch, and excruciating tension.
"Look at her," Sylus murmured, his fingers counting ribs one by one, his voice achingly calm. "A perfect little puppet without strings."
Merrit didn't move. His eyes locked on yours from below, wild and ravenous. His mouth hovered less than an inch from you, and you could feel the tremble in his control.
"Come on, Petal." He coaxed. "Two words. That's all it takes. Say them and ill ruin you."
Your lips parted again, but all that came out was a moan, broken by giggles and a half sob full of need.
"Shes too far gone," Sylus purred behind you, his fingers now tapping lightly into ticklish underarms, making you jump and whimper against him.
"Then we'll remind her." Merrits words came out flat and final.
And suddenly it was too much.
Not rough.
Not violent.
But merciless.
Merrits tongue moved with the precision of a sadist, and the worship of a sinner. Sylus's hands found every ticklish inch of your skin; ribs, underarms, belly, the backs of your thighs. They danced along them with unholy tenderness. It was devastating. Sensual. Playful. Unrelenting.
You cried out, high-pitched and shattered, barely able to hold your own body up.
The tension was building in your core fast, ready to snap at any second.
"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!" You gasped, finally, finally finding words.
But it wasn't good enough.
Merrit pulled back cruelly, licking his lips. "That wasn't what I asked for."
The sudden loss of contact made your hips thrust forward, seeking the friction that had been brutally ripped away and you sobbed.
Sylus turned your face to his, one hand cradling your jaw. "Start over, little one." He said almost sweetly. "Tell us what you want, properly. Or we dont stop."
They were giving you just enough to break but never enough to fall. Your body was shaking from desperation, exhaustion, head thrown back against Sylus's chest, lips parted, but barely forming sound. Merrit's lips had just retreated again after the fifth or sixth time. You were sobbing and whimpering out of abject frustration. Sylus's fingers traced across your midrift in tight, tiny circles, playful and cruel...just enough to drive you mad without giving you relief.
"Try. Again." Merrits voice was edged with lust and now trembling with loss of control. He was holding on by a whisper of restraint.
You forced your head forward, damp hair clinging to your forehead, and whispered with every drop of strength you had left.
"Please...Merrit...Sylus. I need you. I need your hands, your mouths, your bodies...break me."
Sylus exhaled in satisfaction. "Good girl."
Merrit remained silent. His expression revealed everything; pride, devotion, savagery. You gasped as his hands curled tightly under your thighs and he lifted you to his mouth with a force that knocked the air right out of your lungs. He pulled your legs wide open, baring you completely to both their hungry gazes.
"You're not going to survive this," Sylus whispered against your ear. "But gods, you'll love how it ends."
They claimed you.
At the same time.
In perfect, exquisite, devastating, harmony.
Merrits mouth returned; worshipping, sinning, loving, punishing. Sylus's hands danced a wicked path, not holding back; down your sides, across your belly, behind your knees. You thrashed, you cried. Laughter shattered, body overwhelmed. You begged them again and again, their names like a sacred prayer on your lips. And this time, they didn't stop.
They weren't going to.
You'd asked for it perfectly, afterall. Shocks of pleasure tore through your core from an expert mouth; his tongue circling, flicking, tasting, drinking you in. But the moment his lips sealed around your clit, sucking gently, your body seizes. The sensation is so pleasurable, its debilitating; unable to escape it, unable to think. Your orgasm cracks you open like thunder. Sharp, searing...stolen between moans and laughter, and you scream their names so loudly that it echos through the dark chamber.
Everything goes white as you pass out in their arms.
Loved.
Ruined.
Theirs.
