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“Don’t touch,” growled Gus. “Do I have to cuff your hands behind your back?”

“They’re driving me crazy.” Bastian put his hands down, tugging the edge of his shirt so the fabric rubbed.

“You’re going to rub them raw.” Gus went over to one of the drawers in the kitchen and pulled out a pair of padded cuffs.

“I...” He backed away a step, cock starting to fill even as his brain fought.

“Yes, you,” agreed Gus. His hands were taken. “You touch them one more time and I will cuff you for the rest of the day.”

He moaned, shook his head. “I don’t like the cuffs.”

He loved Gus’ hands, loved how Gus held him, but the cuffs made him itch, made his heart pound.

“Then leave those poor nipples alone.” Gus gave him a stern look and then slid a hand under his shirt, tugging on one of the rings.

“Oh!” He gasped, pulled away, then pressed closer. “Gus!”

Gus purred. “They’re so hot.”

“They ache and move and I feel them all the time.”

“And you must learn to ignore that ache when you are busy doing other things.” Gus licked at his ear, tongue tracing the inked vines.

“Busy...” He moaned, head tilted, warmth filling him. “Love that...”

“Love you,” murmured Gus in reply, lips nuzzling their way down to his neck and along it.

“Mmm...” He almost purred, melted with pleasure. “Love you.”

“Yes, my Precious.” Gus grabbed his shirt and tore it open. “Oh, don’t you look pretty. Enticing.”

His nipples were dark, hard, aching to be touched. Gus bent and licked briefly at each one. He gasped, fingers moving to stroke them, the air on the wet flesh driving him mad.

Gus growled and grabbed his hands, pushed them behind his back and held them there. “I said, don’t touch.”

“I can’t help it.” He was arched, exposed, vibrating.

“Then we shall make it so that you cannot touch.” The big hand holding his twisted his wrists slightly and then he felt the cuffs click on, Gus’ hand letting him go.

His hands relaxed, the position not uncomfortable, the cuffs well padded. He tugged against the cuffs, struggling, testing. “Gus...”

“Yes, Bastian?” Gus stood and looked down at him.

“I...” He found himself caught in those hazel eyes, trapped.

Gus grinned. “Come on. Let’s play.” His lover turned, moving off, down the hall, ass swaying in the leather pants Gus had taken to wearing around their apartment.

He followed, fascinated, wanting. It was insane, what that man could do to him. Gus didn’t look back once, just went into their playroom and started going through a drawer. Gus knew he was there, though.

“Hook the cuffs over the dealie hanging from the ceiling.”

He moaned, moving slowly, eyes on the hook. Once he was attached, he was caught. A flogger hit the top of the dresser, Gus still paying more attention to searching the drawer contents than to him.

He reached the hook, stretching up to attach the cuffs to it. “I love you...”

That got his lover’s full attention, Gus’ eyes moving over him, a warm smile tugging those lips upward. “I know, Bastian. And I am going to show you how much I love you.” The smile and the words eased him, melted him, gentled his nerves.

Gus finally finished fishing through the drawer and he came over, stripping slowly in front of Bastian, then folding his clothes and leaving them in a neat pile on the floor. Gus’ body was thick and well-muscled, suited for his job of digging in the earth, constructing. Gus went to his knees in front of Bastian, fingers working open Bastian’s pants, tugging them down his legs.

His cock was hard, heavy, bobbing as it was freed. Gus purred, leaning forward to lick at him, almost delicately.

“Oh.” His eyes closed, a happy sound sliding from his throat.

His entire cock was licked and then his balls. Gus made a noise and leaned back. “You need to be shaved.”

“Why?” His belly went tight, cock bobbing.

Gus looked up at him, one eyebrow going up. “Because I said you do.”

“Oh.” He blushed, body reaching for Gus, wanting.

Gus chuckled and kissed the tip of his cock. “You will look stunning naked. It will bring balance between your ringed chest and your groin.”

“Something else to drive me mad.”

“There you go -- not all your focus will be on your nipples.” Gus gave him a wink, eyes just twinkling.

“Bitch.” He laughed, shook his head. He loved this man more than anything. Ever.

Gus guffawed. “That’s not the way to get on my good side.” He got another wink, Gus squeezing his balls, just this side of painful.

He groaned, thighs and lips parting in sync. Gus purred and licked at his right nipple before attaching the thin chain to his rings again, tugging on it.

Oh. Sweet. Sharp. Deep. Yes.

“You prefer the chain on, the tugging over just the rings.”

“Uh-huh...” His toes curled, hips rocking a bit.

Gus gave the chain a good tug and then reached over to where he’d left a bunch of stuff from the drawer. A weight was attached to the chain and it was set gently swinging.

“Oh. Gus. Love.
Love
.” He shook, eyes wide, body pulling away from the sensation.

“Beautiful,” murmured Gus, his cock visibly throbbing. One of Gus’ hands dropped to that hard prick, tugging. “I think I need to come before we continue. You make me impatient.”

His lips parted, hungry, eager as he tugged on the chains. That beautiful cock was his to please.

Gus smiled and kept tugging. “So beautiful. And that mouth. It almost makes me want to take you down, let you pleasure me.”

“O...only almost?”

“Yes. Because I am going to shave you and bind you and torture you until you are begging most deliciously.” Gus’ voice was husky, strained.

“Oh. Oh. Love.” He jerked at the cuffs, wanting to touch, to feel.

Gus groaned, hand moving faster, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh loud in the room, the scent of Gus’ need growing stronger.

“Beautiful. Want you. Want all of you.”

“My Precious,” murmured Gus, hips bucking, heat spraying over Bastian’s skin.

“Oh...” His head fell back, balls drawing up. “Augie.”

Gus’ hand slid around the back of his neck and brought his head forward again, hard lips pressing against his. Gus’ breath filled his mouth, tongue pushing in. Opening wide, Bastian arched, rubbing against Gus’ thigh, Gus’ hip. Gus let the kiss continue for several moments and then backed away, fingers flicking Bastian’s cock, making it bob, and then flicking the weight on the chain, making it sway.

He groaned, swaying in his bonds, eyes closed as he rocked.

“Stunning,” murmured Gus.

That hot tongue licked at his right nipple and then Gus blew on the left. Gus’ warmth disappeared. “I’m getting the razor, the shaving cream, and some water, Bastian. I’ll only be a moment.”

“Only a moment.” He smiled, humming low. He watched Gus leave, stretching his shoulders, his arms.

He heard something behind him, a bell, or a buzz, or a tinkling, and he tried to turn, to see what it was.

Everything spun for a moment, the world going grey, and when it righted himself he was no longer suspended, his hands no longer cuffed. In fact, the rings in his nipples were gone and he was balls deep inside tight heat. The body spread out below him was hairless, pale, sheened with sweat.

He gasped, pulled away, shaking his head. “What in the skies?”

The body beneath him shuddered. “Master! Please.”

“Master?” Bastian shook his head, eyes going wide as no hair brushed his shoulders. He pushed off the bed, room spinning again.

The man on the bed turned, frowning. “Coby? What’s wrong?”

“Coby?” Bastian looked around the room, eyes going wide as his twin’s eyes looked back at him in the reflecting glass. “Jacob? What?”

But the face in the reflecting glass only stared back with no answers for him.

Chapter Five

T’ven

Walt wasn’t sure what he’d done wrong, but one moment Coby had been fucking him through the mattress, both of them getting close, the next he’d backed off the bed and was staring at himself in the reflecting glass, looking horror-struck.

“Master? Please, what’s wrong?”

“I... I... Oh. Oh, what... I... Who...” He blinked as Coby sat down, hard.

He sat up, pressing close to Coby, looking into those grey-ringed eyes, beginning to worry just a little, as suddenly he couldn’t see Coby within them. “Coby? Master? What’s wrong?”

“I’m not Jacob. Jacob’s my brother. Where am I? What’s happened?”

Walt laughed, or at least he tried to, but he didn’t think that was very funny, really. “Stop it, Master,” he hissed. “
Please
.”

“Don’t call me that.” There was a rising panic in the grey eyes. “My name is Bastian.”

“Bastian? Not Sebastian?” Walt shook his head. No. No. No. Sebastian was Coby’s twin brother. They had never met, though Walt had seen pictures of the two when they were younger, alike as two peas in a pod. But Sebastian looked different now; he’d seen a more recent picture as well of the man with his lover, and Sebastian had long hair, was more slender and effeminate than Coby.

This couldn’t be Sebastian. Coby was playing an evil trick on him.

Coby nodded, hands sliding over the short hair. “Yes. Yes, I’m Sebastian. I was with Augie and then I heard something and I was here.”

Walt wrapped his arms around himself. “This isn’t funny, Coby.”

“I’m not Jacob!” Walt watched his lover push himself off the bed, shaking. “Your commlink. Where is it?”

Walt stood and led the way. He didn’t like this game at all. And it wasn’t like Coby to be cruel like this. “Here it is in the hall. Right where you left it.”

Shaking hands grabbed it, an address typed in. “Augie. Augie, please. Please. I need you.”

Walt just watched, angry and hurt.

The big man from the picture of Coby’s twin and his lover appeared in the little window. “Who is that?”

“Oh, Augie. Augie, help me.” Coby started to cry, real, sincere tears.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Sebastian, tell this moron that I’m not you!”

Walt started. “Master!” He’d recognize that tone anywhere.

Augie growled. “Bastian? Precious? Don’t tell me it’s true!”

“Augie! Help me!” Coby... or Sebastian... nodded quickly. “Please. What happened?”

“You’re no more useful now than you used to be. Is my Walt okay?”

“Coby! Is that really you? What’s going on?” Walt pushed into the frame of the commlink. The man in the picture didn’t
look
like his Coby, but he sure sounded like him.

“All right. Everyone be quiet,” growled the man called Augie. “Everyone just shut up!”

Walt closed his mouth and shrank automatically against Coby. Sebastian. He straightened a little again and whimpered.

Bastian grabbed his hand, squeezed, scared eyes meeting his own for a moment. “Gus will help.”

“You like giving orders. Who did you piss off, Sebastian? What did you do?”

Augie, or Gus, or whoever he was, growled and turned to the man who looked like Sebastian but had to be his Coby. Somehow. “I said, shut the fuck up, or I will bind and gag you, no matter who the fuck you are.” Then the big man turned back to the camera. “Precious. Stay calm. I believe you, and we’ll figure it out.”

Walt swallowed and clung to the fingers in his. He thought that Sebastian was far less scary to be stuck with than that Gus person.

“Okay. Okay, Augie.” Sebastian took a deep breath, nodded.

“Bastian did nothing to bring this on. What were
you
doing, Jacob?”

Walt swallowed. Coby didn’t let anyone speak to him like that, but Gus was
big
and... Walt squeezed Sebastian’s hand. Were those
nipple rings
on his Master’s chest?

“I was fucking my lover. Sebastian was playing slave boy, apparently.” Coby gave Sebastian a look. “Where is it you live again, brother? Surely there are old witches you can infuriate.”

Gus growled. “We live on the civilized side of the planet. Rannalin is the new frontier.”

“Obviously.” His Master rolled his eyes, and Walt almost smiled.

Almost.

“Don’t be mean, Jacob. Please. I just want my body back.”

“That’s what we all want, Precious. Be calm. Be calm.” The big man called Gus made a soft purring noise, but Walt wasn’t paying very much attention. He’d just realized what Gus had said. Rannalin. The other side of the planet. Travel visas had been at a premium of late; he’d heard it on the news the other day, people complaining it took months to get permission to travel.

“Give me the fucking comm.” Coby grabbed it, looked right at him. “You okay, baby?”

Walt reached out and touched the glass, shaking his head. “No, Coby. I’m not.”

“Sebastian’s irritating, but he won’t hurt you. I promise. I’ll find a way home.”

Gus growled and pushed Coby out of the way. “He is
not
irritating.
You
are irritating.”

The big man turned and smiled at Sebastian. “Jacob is right, though. We will get to you. It is our number one priority. It will be fine, Precious.”

“What do I do? What should I do?” Sebastian’s eyes were wide.

“You stay safe and well. You and Walter look after each other, be good. I’ll check in as often as I can, Precious. You can do this. You are strong.”

“But...”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m coming. Don’t let Sebastian touch anything.” That was Coby to him, and Walt whimpered.

“Come quickly,” he whispered.

The last he saw of Coby, that Gus person was growling at him.

Sebastian looked at him, eyes wide. “Hi. I... I’m Bastian. You must be Walter.”

He nodded, looking down at their joined hands. “Walt.” He didn’t know what to do, how to handle this.

“I... It’s nice to meet you.”

He looked at Bastian, startled. “No, it isn’t. I mean. Well, not to be rude, but I want my Coby back.”

“I...” Bastian nodded, eyes filling. “Bathroom?”

He led the way to the bathroom, feeling stiff and incomplete, wrong in his skin. He needed to clean the place. He’d been distracted lately, distracted by Coby, and he needed to clean. With this not-his-Coby person not here.

Bastian went in, closed the door, the water turning on almost immediately.

Walt stared at the door for a moment, just looking at it, as if when he opened it, his Coby would come out, and it would have all been a dream or a joke.

It wasn’t very funny, though, and the twisting ball in his stomach told him it wasn’t a dream.

He turned and went to the kitchen, to the cupboard where he kept the cleaning supplies. And he began to scrub the place clean.

***

Rannalin

Coby growled, paced, hands clenched at his sides.

What the fuck was this?

What had Sebastian
done
to him?

What the fuck was Sebastian doing living with this
caveman
?

And nipple rings?

Those had to go.

Not to mention the floofy girl hair.

The caveman growled and slapped at his hands. “Don’t touch those!”

He blinked. “Fuck off. How do we get to T’ven?”

“Don’t tell me to fuck off. That’s not your body, you leave it alone!”

“It’s not your body either.” He glared over, looking down. “If it was mine it wouldn’t be so pale.”

“Bastian is beautiful. He is elegant and special and keeps his skin soft and lovely. You will not change a thing about his body without my permission. I know what he would want.” Gus glared back at him. And he had to admit, coming from someone as big and solid as Gus, it was an effective glare.

“I don’t take orders.” He did his best to glare back, although Sebastian’s eyes weren’t nearly as good as his for it.

“That body does,” Gus pointed out, hands on in hips.

“Fuck you.” He turned to storm off, shaking with incipient fury.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” Gus followed right behind, grabbing his arm and spinning him around. “I don’t know what you did to make this happen, but Bastian is
mine
. This body is
mine,
and you will not do a thing to it. A single thing. Without my express permission. And if I have to keep you chained up to make it so, then so be it!”

“I am
not
Sebastian!” He tore out of the strong hold, growling himself. “He’s got
my
body and
my
lover and
my
life and I will have it back!”

“Yes, but storming around here isn’t going to do that. And you need to learn some manners.”

“Are you real?” The man was insane.

One eyebrow went up, and then his arm was grabbed again and he was dragged back into the room where he’d first found himself in Sebastian’s body.

“What the fuck are you
doing
?” He fought, pulling, struggling. Stupid Sebastian. Stupid weak Sebastian.

“Getting you out of my hair,” growled Sebastian’s bear of a man.

Gus put him in a headlock, wrapped a length of leather around his wrists and then strung him up from that damned hook.

“Let me go, you
bastard
! We have to figure a way out of this! We have to go get Walt.” The man was insane.

“I will.”

Gus went over to a dresser that was pushed up against the wall, opening one of the drawers and pulled something out. The next thing he knew, a ball gag was being pushed into his mouth, Gus tying it tightly around his head.

“Ah. Peace and quiet. Now maybe I can do something about this.”

And with that, Gus walked out.

Mother
fucker
!

Coby tugged at the leather, growling low as it just tightened. Damn it straight to hell.

He started twisting, turning, working the hook loose, then using his body to unscrew it. When he got it down he was burying the fucking hook in the back of big, bad and ugly’s skull.

He almost had the fucker loose, too, when fucking Gus walked back in, black shirt and pants almost respectable. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Gus growled and went back to that damned dresser, pulling out a pair of cuffs. The big guy got them around his wrists, making sure they were good and tight before unhooking his hands and attaching them to chains -- fucking
chains
, what the fuck had Sebastian gotten himself into? -- that hung from the ceiling.

“Stay fucking put, Jacob. You need to learn some respect.”

His eyes went wide and he growled. Oh, just wait until he got loose. He’d show the big prick respect.

“I’ve called in some favors. We’ve got a travel pass, but we can’t leave until next month. And before you get your nose out joint, the usual wait is six months. We’ll be traveling by train in a private car -- seven weeks altogether, as long as nothing breaks down.”

Gus glared at him. “I’m going to take the gag out, but you give me any more guff and it goes right back in.”

His growling was derailed by the thought. Seven weeks?

Oh, his poor Walt.

The gag came out. “I’ve let Bastian know. No one answered the phone at your place so I left a message. I hope they’re all right. And I don’t like it any more than you do, but I pulled in every favor I had.”

“Walt won’t last seven weeks. I know Sebastian. He won’t be able to handle it.”

“He hasn’t much choice, Jacob. And Bastian is far stronger than you know. You think being a sub is all about weakness?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not talking about a sub. I’m talking about my brother.”

Gus was back to glaring, arms crossed, back stiff. “Bastian is not weak. What’s wrong with your Walt that he needs to be
handled
?”

“Nothing’s
wrong
with him. He just... He needs someone strong to focus on.” He held out his... Bastian’s... hands. “Untie me.”

“I don’t think so.” Gus looked smug. “I think you need to learn what it’s like to walk a few weeks in Bastian’s shoes.” Gus leaned in close. “You’re traveling as him after all, and he’s listed as my sub in our papers. We’re legal.”

Coby’s eyes went wide. “Legal? You took him on a permanent basis?”

“We took each other. Yes.”

“Why?” Sebastian was a little whiner at best, and a royal pain in the ass all the rest of the time.

“I don’t know that it is
any
of your business, Jacob, but I will let you earn the right to ask me questions about the nature of my relationship with your twin.”

His eyebrow rose up. “Excuse me?”

“No, I don’t believe I shall excuse you. From now on, you will be punished for every infraction, every time you talk back to me or disobey me. You will learn to be Bastian. And in doing so, you will learn to respect him.”

“No fucking way.” There wasn’t anyone in the universe he’d rather
not
be. “I am
not
Sebastian. Not at all.”

“A plug, I think, to start,” said Gus, as if he had not even heard. “Not too big, though Bastian would prefer a larger one.”

Gus went again to the dresser of evil and pulled out a chrome plug.

“I said, no, you prick.”

“No, I don’t think you deserve my prick yet.”

The plug was pushed into his mouth, effectively gagging him, Gus’ hazel eyes hard as they stared into his own. “I suggest you work up some spit for it, Jacob. I’ll prepare you, but I’m not lubing up the plug.”

He screamed around the plug, tensing up to kick at Gus, to threaten him. He didn’t get fucked, damn it.

Gus opened the ridiculous pants he was wearing, tugging them down his legs. “If you relax, it’ll go easier.”

He struggled and kicked, cursing his brother with everything he was.

“Do I need to chain your ankles as well?” Gus asked him sharply.

He screamed again, furious and wanting nothing more than his own home, his own body, his Walt.

“All right, if that’s how you want to play it.”

Gus fetched cuffs for his ankles, attached them to yet more chains, leaving him hanging, spread and naked. Absolutely vulnerable.