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[gentlemen prefer blonds]
x
There was nothing of any real note about the little tavern; it was loud, hot, and filled with smoke, much like other such establishments. Ambrose didn't much care for it, but Glitch had found the
stuttering electric sign of a voluptuous posing woman somewhat charming, and the two had decided to settle in for a round or three. At the serving counter, the twins bickered lightly amongst
themselves.
"No more than two drinks, Glitch." Ambrose told his brother, waving the bartender over and placing an order.
"Why?" Glitch pouted, knowing that Ambrose was simply designating his alcoholic limit out of concern, his. . .condition after all did handicap his ability to hold his liquor. Being looked after
by his elder brother did make him feel pleasantly warm and fuzzy, but being treated like an invalid however, did not.
"Because I'm older and I get to make the decisions."
"We're twins, moron. You're the same age as me."
"For twelve minutes, the world was mine before you came along," Ambrose smirked, pushing a few scraggy curls from his brother's eyes. Glitch smiled appreciatively, taking a sip from his
drink, careful not to spill it on anything, allowing Ambrose to observe that yes, he in fact could usually almost mostly always take care of himself. He spun in his seat for a few turns before
swiveling to observe the other patrons, eying a select few with more interest than others.
"She's beautiful," Glitch remarked, pointing out slim brunette. "Oh wait, he's stunning," Glitch observed before pausing, looking away from both of his previous fixations, mouth dropping into
an 'o' shape. Ambrose followed his twin's line of sight to the good looking tin man standing near the exit, immediately approving of his build, the sharp cut of his jaw.
"He's gorgeous! Oh, can we have him, please?" Glitch asked, with hint of whine in his voice as he fluttered his eyelashes at his brother, hand brushing his arm. "It is my birthday, after all. . ."
Ambrose quirked his mouth slightly, making it a point not to mention that if it was Glitch's birthday then it was also his birthday. "I suppose, since you've been such very good boy," he said,
patting Glitch on the head, who mock pouted, knowing that his brother was secretly pleased. Glitch smiled, picking his glass off the counter, holding an arm out for Ambrose. "Well then, let's
go make friends, shall we?'
x
Cain was grateful to see that his shift was almost up; after a long night of deflecting bar fights and helping vomit covered drunks into taxis he was almost in need of a drink himself. He sighed,
unpinning the worn tin star from his lapel and placing it safely in his vest pocket as the hour struck. The lawman rubbed a hand cross the back of his neck, feeling the strain of day slowly eke
away. He turned around to unexpectedly come face to face with a pair of gorgeous twins, each holding a martini, arms wrapped around each other. Cain stopped, resisting the urge to swallow
heavily. There was a delicious tension in the air, and Cain knew instantly they hadn't stopped by for a friendly chat. And good lord, were they beautiful.
"Hello," they greeted in unison, Cain instantly on guard at the mirror we are so plotting something very wrong expressions written across their features. He reflexively rested a hand on his
revolver.
"My name is Ambrose," stated the more orderly one. He turned to his tattered twin "This is Glitch."
"Glitch?" Cain asked, brow raised, for the first time noticing the obvious zipper ripping a path down the man's skull, which only served to amplify the lawman's uneasiness. A plan was being
put into play here, and Cain was sure he didn't approve. Almost. Maybe.
"Yes, he's the family's little glitch," Ambrose trailed off, pulling his brother closer, grinning at him.
"They took half my brain. They though it was his," Glitch supplied, smiling a little too cheerfully for that particular bit of disturbing information.
Cain blinked, caught off guard as the two stared at him with expectant looks. "I'm. . . Cain," he finally supplied, trying to think of something else to say. Ambrose beat him to it.
"Delighted to be of acquaintance, Mr. Cain," he said with a charming grin, releasing Glitch long enough to take Cain's palm in his thin hand, kissing the scarred knuckles. "It's a wee bit stuffy in
here and my brother has a sensitive sinus. Why don't we have a talk outside, hm?"
x
Cain grunted at the sheer amount stunning flesh that was thrown against him almost before the door to the alley was even closed, two pairs of hands groping him in places he hadn't allowed to
exist in too long a time, lips on his face, neck, ear--
Ambrose's teeth worried at Cain's lower lip, not even breaking the kiss to as he pulled off his coat, dropping it without a thought onto the wet alley floor, hands instantly back on Cain's face,
clever fingers stroking his skin. He pushed the tin man roughly against the alley wall, Glitch dropping out of sight, Cain's breath hitching with a surprised gasp as he separated himself from
Ambrose when he felt the other twin's fingers yanking his belt from its buckle and pulling at the metal teeth of his pants zipper.
"O~okay," Cain stuttered, trying to keep his voice even as he ran a hand through his short hair, stumbling back away from the impish twins. Glitch seemed to understand, rising and taking a
few steps back to give Cain a wider berth, even as Ambrose gently placed a hand on his younger brother's arm. He smirked wickedly, knowingly, pulling Glitch flush to his chest, eyes still on
Cain as he kissed his brother deeply, making sure the blond got a good view of his tongue snaking its way into Glitch's mouth.
"Oh shit," was all Cain could think to gasp, pants suddenly feeling new definitions of uncomfortable.
"You sure you don't want to join us?" Ambrose asked as he parted his mouth from Glitch's, his tone that of a man who already knew the answer to a silly question. He rubbed at Glitch's back,
huffing in annoyance when Cain didn't answer right away. "Look, Glitch likes you, so this is most likely going to happen, whether you like it or not." Cain looked to Glitch then, who smiled
sweetly, nodding vigorously. Ambrose smirked, free hand on his hip, voice rougher than before as he spoke again. "But you will like it."
Cain had no doubts to the promise in Ambrose's voice, and couldn't deny that he really, really wanted to, that he hadn't allowed himself the company of a warm body in longer than he cared to
admit. But this wasn't the consummation of a long, loving relationship, it was two strangers picking him up at a bar for the purposes of one good night of shagging. And sometimes he just
wanted to stop listening to the moral voice in his head and do something entirely impulsive and selfish, something completely reckless and out of his character, something entirely for himself,
no matter how nonstandard or sinful or irresponsible. He finally opened his mouth to speak.
"Well, I--"
"Good. Then it's settled," Ambrose said, turning on his heel, the sound of jangling coming from his pocket as he pulled out his car keys. "Glitch, get my coat, please," he commanded lightly,
his brother complying. Glitch dusted it off and folded it over his arm, turning to Cain and smiling almost innocently, taking his hand and leading him to follow his brother. Cain hesitated, mind
still tying to catch up with the situation, one part of him arguing about strange hotness picking up random people in bars and stolen kidneys and the other half screaming They're smoking hot
and they want to fuck you, go for it, stupid! Cain's lip fell slightly open, eyes coming to rest on Glitch, who'd stopped, looking back curiously at him.
Then again, he'd always had a thing for twins. . .
Cain sighed, as Glitch's hand slipped into his, and allowed himself to be pulled, and tried to reassure himself that he wasn't going straight to hell for this.
x
Their apartment was a surprising mirror to their personalities; the clear distinction between Glitch's cluttered nest of bits of unfinished machinery, candy wrappers, and random trinkets, and
Ambrose's meticulously clean shelves of books, fine coats, and miscellaneous scientific equipment. There was a grand homey feel to it all, Cain surprised to realize how at ease the unmalicious
air had left him.
Glitch immediately made for the bathroom, fighting his tattered coat off his shoulders and dropping it to the floor. Ambrose clicked his tongue, although his brother was quite out of earshot,
and bent to pick it up, laying the unraveling garment over the back of a chair. He turned to Cain then, watching the lawman with an expression of amusement. The spindly man took a step
towards the blond, who in turn stepped back and opened his mouth to ask the obvious question. One of them.
"So, what's with the. . ." Cain quickly blurted out and trailed off, pinching his fingers above his own head to indicate an invisible zipper. Ambrose's face softened then, lips pursing slightly.
"He wasn't a criminal, if that's what you're worried about," he said stiffly, pausing to eye Cain critically. "The fool tried to protect me from some rather dangerous characters who wanted some
ideas from me. They were willing to go to extravagant lengths to acquire them, and Glitch was able to trick them while I escaped. It's only been fairly recently that we've found each other again,
and I. . ."
He let that thought die in the air as footsteps shuffled closer, Glitch returning, a grinning splitting his face brightly upon seeing the two. Cain felt a sudden surge of pity and affection for the
man. Although the explanation Ambrose had provided him with had been rushed and had left him with more questions, it was obviously not the time to press the issue and he instead only
allowed himself to respect the sacrifice Glitch had made for a loved one. The tin man watched as the headcase slipped his arms around Ambrose's neck in a loose embrace. Ambrose rested his
hands on Glitch's slim hips, thumb lazily curving over the bone as he whispered something to his twin, who nodded.
Glitch stepped away from his brother to press against Cain, fingers sliding up his chest to hold his face, lips covering the tin man's in a sweet kiss. Cain's hands came to rest on the headcase's
shoulders, feeling himself being lead somewhere new, knowing that the only destination could be the bed. His fingers clutched tighter as he let himself calm and begin to melt with Glitch's
actions, an embarrassing amount of enthusiasm swirling in his gut. The backs of Glitch's knees hit the edge of the bed, and he parted from Cain.
Glitch fit his hands under the hem of Cain's shirt, forgoing the unbuttoning process altogether in favor of just pulling it over the man's head. A short lived pang of guilt rippled in Cain as he
noticed the state of the buttons on the headcase's own shirt, quickly replaced by something decidedly more pleasurable as Glitch reclined onto the bed, pulling the lawman over him. Glitch's
clever fingers set to work divesting them of both of the fabric that shielded them, and Cain, distracted with the sensation of a warm body underneath him was dimly aware of it, until the sound
of something being dragged across the carpet perforated the whisper of fabric and increasingly hitched breathing.
Ambrose pulled a chair towards the bed to face it, sliding into it and slouching low and boneless, legs ridiculously splayed. Cain stared incredulously at the man, who lit a cigarette and looked
far too comfortable for his own good.
"You wouldn't believe the rush you get from watching yourself getting fucked," he said, ginning wildly.
"Don't mind him; he's a little touched in the head," Glitch said reassuringly, running his hands down Cain's arms.
"Says the headcase," Ambrose chuckled, smiling at his brother, who took the joke benignly, even as he stuck his tongue out at Ambrose.
Cain watched the exchange with a furrowed brow, face heating as the penny dropped. Oh. . . Oh.
"You're going to watch me fuck your brother?"
"Oh don't worry, he'll do more than that when he's ready."
Cain shivered, not sure what he wanted to make of that as he stared back at Ambrose, who took a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, and the blond was unable to deny the electric flutter
of his belly, the dirty thrill of being watched. The lawman kissed Glitch's collarbone, hiding a smile. If Ambrose wanted a show, the least he could do was make a good one. In a sudden fit of
embarrassing spontaneity, Cain sat back on his heels, away from Glitch, and reached down to the floor, grabbing his coat. A quick fish through the pockets produced a metal rattling; and the
look of delighted surprise that passed over Ambrose's features was worth the rosy hue of Cain's cheeks.
Returning to Glitch to dangle the cuffs in front of him, the headcase promptly got the point, pushing himself further up the against the pillows, slim hands grabbing hold of one of the wooden
rods threaded in the design of the ornate headboard. Cain sat over him, cuffs encircling the thin wrists, careful not to catch any skin as he locked them securely. It was then he sucked in a
breath as Glitch had found something intensely interesting to occupy himself with considering the positions they'd maneuvered into, Cain's hands creaking the headboard as the headcase's
tongue slid across his lower belly, straining to reach the base of his cock.
The lawman knew he had two options at this point, and he chose the most obvious one, pushing his hips closer to Glitch and groaning as the brunet's burning pit of a mouth engulfed him.
Cain brought his head to rest against the wall, realizing how good it felt to be touched after so long, knowing that only better things would come, wondering if he could bring himself to go
through with it. It had occurred to him that Ambrose could be using him, or his brother, or that maybe he was using the twins, but here, in this moment, with Ambrose's dark gaze on him and
Glitch's slick mouth doing amazing things in places more southern, none of those unpleasant thoughts seemed to matter. He wanted it, and he could let himself have it.
He pulled back from Glitch and slid down his body, giving him a quick kiss, vaguely away of the tiny bottle of oil Ambrose had procured from gods-knew-where and tossing it in their general
direction. Cain worked efficiently, loosening Glitch up with as much care as his deteriorating patience would allow. A nod from the slim man and Cain had his hands gripping Glitch's knobby
kneecaps, positioning himself before a ridiculously loud throat clearing distracted him.
"Ut ut," Ambrose tsked, wagging a brightly colored package in front of Cain. It was a condom. "You aren't sticking that anywhere near my brother's ass without suiting up. Safety first, right tin
man?" he snickered. Cain grunted, accepting the package with a swipe of his hand and leaning back, making sure Ambrose got a good enough view of the ugly piece of latex slipping over his
dick. Cain raised an eyebrow to Ambrose, who'd seated himself again. The older twin smiled, waving his hand in a motion that read, alright, go nuts. The blond rolled his eyes, reclining back
down over Glitch again, who immediately wound his legs around the tin man's waist.
Glitch slid his heels down to press into Cain's ass, pushing him closer, his intentions blatant. Cain didn't hesitate for more than that, thrusting forward, groaning as the envelope of heat folded
over him, having gone far too long without the sensation. He pressed his face into Glitch's narrow chest, pausing for a brief moment, Glitch rattling the cuffs against the headboard noisily
before Cain pulled back slightly, beginning to rock his hips, falling into a slow rhythm
Cain rolled his hips again, turning to look at Ambrose, who'd unbuttoned both his shirt and his pants, slim fingers stroking over his own cock, sweat beading up on his forehead as he stared
back. Blushing from the intensity in that gaze the tin man looked away, putting his attention back onto Glitch, trying to ignore Ambrose and his prickery. The brunet moaned and scratched at
wall behind the headboard, thrusting upwards, his own movements forcing Cain into a faster rhythm. The lawman held onto Glitch's hips and labored, dimly aware that Ambrose's presence had
shifted, the sounds of frantic undressing touching his ears.
Cain knew he should have been more surprised at the feel of Ambrose slipping in behind him. Two fingers slid up his throat to rest on his lips, and Cain felt a rush of electricity in his belly as
he understood and obeyed, letting them slip passed his lips where he licked them thoroughly, making sure Ambrose went in very, very prepared. Ambrose removed his fingers, a loose string of
saliva trailing across Cain's neck and shoulders. Cain hissed at the wet intrusion, breath hitching. Ambrose was surprisingly gentle, or experienced, or both, free hand stroking Cain's side,
fingers working into his intestine easily as he slicked him up.
The blonde tried not to tense, focusing his attentions back onto Glitch, thrusting in again, Ambrose's fingers beginning to mimic the same rhythm behind him. Glitch muttered something
through a pant, arms bending arms bending at the elbows, face reaching for Cain's, who brought his head down, finishing the connection, feeling Glitch's teeth at his lips. Cain lost himself to
the gentle motions of Glitch's ministrations, pulling away only when he felt Ambrose press something against him that was most decidedly a lot bigger than a finger. Where Glitch's seduction
had been sweet and full of consideration, Ambrose's was promising to be aggressive and hungry.
"Safety, first?" Cain grunted, rolling his hips again, hearing Ambrose's snicker and the sound of tearing plastic behind him. He let himself be pulled against the elder twin then, Ambrose
nuzzling the juncture of his neck and shoulder, nipping lightly, one hand on his bare hip, the other stroking his chest. Cain swallowed, feeling himself opening under Ambrose's thrust; the
strange sensation of being stuffed. Ambrose's breath was hot and loud in his ear, his cock pressing deep inside, Glitch slick and tight around him, and Cain panted, feeling sweat trickling down
his neck as he struggled to maintain a modicum of his composure under the immersion of pleasure, not just the in the physical sense but the pure emotional intensity the twins had been able to
coax from him.
Cain grunted, mildly shocked and brought to when Ambrose brought his hand down sharply across his ass. It took him another swat for the realization to sink in. The fucker was spanking
him. The tin man growled when he did it again. "Do it one more time and I'm punching you," he threatened, shivering from Ambrose's throaty laugh, the way Glitch's body bucked up to meet
him, restraints tinkling again, no doubt to distract him from his prick of an older brother.
Cain pressed his face into Glitch's neck, lazily tonguing his collarbone, hot breath blowing back in his own face as he panted. He felt Ambrose press flatter against his back, groaning when he
realized that he'd leant down to capture Glitch's lips. Cain closed his eyes, knowing his ego (and other participants in the room) would not let him live it down if he came first.
Ambrose pulled back from Glitch, snapping his hips faster, deepening the angle, sending Cain reeling again. He arched his back, feeling Ambrose's hand slip over his stomach, the spasm of
Glitch beneath him as his erection was stroked. Cain panted, watching as Glitch's lips curved into a smile, mouth falling open and head thrown back as he thrashed. Finding the headcase's bare
exuberance contagious, the lawman let the last of his bulwarks fall, thrusting harder, the sensations rolling over him. His movements sped up, pace erratic, Ambrose's teeth on his ear, Glitch
surrounding him--
With a long growl, he came, face burning when he heard Ambrose laugh behind him, feeling the heat of his breath whispering against his back.
"Looks like you lose, tin man," Ambrose noted hoarsely, leaning back on his heels and separating himself from Cain, pushing the lawman's side in a sign that obviously meant get the hell out
of the way. Somewhat confused but too spent to argue, Cain complied, flopping down next to Glitch, who smiled encouragingly at him. The blond looked at the older twin, who stripped his
condom off before grabbing his brother's hips and pulling his ass into is lap, thrusting into him easily. Cain closed his eyes, resting his head on the pillow. He'd suspected it earlier in the night,
but now he was sure these two would be the death of him. Gods. Still, there was at least enough sense in him to reach over for the small, tarnished key to the handcuffs, and with care Cain
unlocked the restraints, placing both on the bedside table and returning to the twins, gripping one of Glitch's newly freed hands.
Glitch's hand squeezed back, panting furiously, body jerking from the force of Ambrose's thrusts. Cain threaded their fingers togther before releasing his hand, slithering against Glitch, running
his fingers down the headcase's chest and stroking his cock, trying to be of some use, wanting to keep touching flawless pale flesh, afraid of breaking the connection and awaking to find it
over. Glitch's spine arched, Ambrose's arm sliding underneath his twin's back to support him. Ambrose eased his head down to rest on Glitch's collarbone, Cain's hand working faster in
between their flat stomachs. Glitch came with a keening moan, fingers tangling in his brother's brambled curls of hair. Ambrose lasted though two, three more thrusts, reaching completion
quieter than Glitch, releasing a hitched gasp as he slumped bonelessly atop his almost mirror image, Glitch dropping his hands to his twin's shoulders, rubbing affectionate circles over the
damp flesh.
Cain pulled his hand away then, rolling almost onto his back as he watched Glitch fuss and coo over Ambrose, the older twin simply clutching at him. The lawman surreptitiously wiped his
hand off on the underside of a pillow, mind filing away what he'd just participated in into a folder in his brain marked "Jerk Off Fantasies" as he waited for the twins to resurface from the little
private world they'd decided to fall into. At length Ambrose finally rolled off his brother, inching up the bed to lay comfortably against the pillows, Glitch squirming to curl up beside him.,
pulling Cain with him until he was spooned against the headcase's back. Eying Ambrose over Glitch's head, he watched the older twin reach for a cigarette that lay near the handcuffs on the
beside table, and was unsurprised.
"So," Ambrose started, cigarette bobbing on his lips, hands behind his head. "What are you doing tomorrow night?"
x
fin.
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