Nobody But You - 9. Chapter 9

Etienne questioned everything about his entire existence over the next three hours. As they’d returned to the main building after lunch, Tatsuya had been waiting for them. Leaning nonchalantly against the lockers, his eyes had devoured him as he came into view. Despite the yearning in his violet gaze, he’d only smiled warmly, falling into place opposite his twin as they’d headed to class.

For the rest of the day they’d both acted with such deference and decorum towards him. The only betrayal to their true feelings lay in the way their fingers lingered over his as papers were passed back or the flash of violet fire in their gazes as they stole surreptitious glances of him. The feeling of Tatsuo’s tongue pushing into his mouth superimposed itself into his senses, making him tremble in his seat.

By the time the last class let out, Etienne was exhausted from imagination alone. The bleak state of his morning thoughts had left him feeling so empty, and now he was full to brimming.

Tatsuya pulled him to a stop just as they left the classroom, “We have to get going today, but message us?” Long fingers stroked against his stomach, hidden from the sight of the students passing around them.

Etienne just nodded dumbly, his breath leaving him in a rush at the secret caress. Together they walked away from him, heads bent close together in quiet council with each other. Even with his enhanced hearing, Etienne could not make out any of the hushed whispered words.

He all but flew home, earbuds blaring angry rock music against his brain, sweat pooling from his pores. But it was not enough, not nearly enough. The moans Tatsuo wrung from him drowned out a playlists worth of wailing vocals, and it mattered not how fast he ran the feelings continued to burn inside him. By the time he reached his duplex, which neighbored another student, he was gasping for breath, his hands on his knees. For only the tenth time he checked his phone, but there wasn’t so much as a message from either of them.

Some small part of him was disgusted at the greedy starved creature he was becoming. Like a drug they assuaged the emptiness inside of him, accepting him as he was, filling the lonely void.

Etienne fumbled with his keys, hands shaking as he struggled to unlock the door. Letting himself in he pushed it shut behind him with a pronounced thud. Dropping his things in a pile at the door, he headed straight for the bathroom. His own reflection appeared haggard even to himself as he flipped on the lights.

Mi Tiefal.

The words were a litany in his brain as he turned on the shower, waiting for the water to reach a blistering temperature upon his skin. It took much too long to strip the confines of clothing from his body and step beneath the hot spray. Etienne attacked his skin with the bar of soap, sheets of suds washing the sweat away. His scalp tingled as his ears burst forth through his wet hair, tail wrapping itself about his legs.

One hand reached up to touch his lips, remembering the tug of fangs and the eager suckling of Tatsuo’s kiss. Again, as that afternoon, Etienne grew hard with unsatisfied desires. This was not a need he was accustomed to, and instinct took over. His free hand taking hold of his throbbing length, he stroked himself slowly as hot water sluiced over him, while the pads of his fingers retraced kisses long gone from his lips.

Last night. This afternoon. The memories overlapped each other inside him, filling him full to brimming with thoughts of the twins. What if it were their long elegant fingers wrapped so firmly around his erection, or the warm invasion of their tongue in his mouth? A raw ragged moan escaped him, setting his entire body to shaking as release swept through him. Etienne palmed the throbbing head of his cock as hot cum spurt into his hand.

The sensation that ensued brought him to his knees, like fire racing across his skin. Far from going down, he swelled and throbbed against his palm. Long minutes passed, hot water giving way to cold as it rained down over him. Eventually he found his feet, pushing himself up from the tiles to turn off the chilling spray, pulling his towel around him.

Rifling through his pants pockets on the floor, Etienne fished out his phone. Still no messages. He wanted to talk to them...without all the surging emotions and wants interfering. Maybe he should just stop by? Would that be weird? Again Etienne turned the screen over again, staring at the empty screen in agitation.

I’m going.