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Chapter Seven

Rannalin

Gus woke slowly, his arms full of Bastian, his prick rubbing against the warm hollow at the base of Bastian’s back.

He’d had the most bizarre and unsettling dream, his Bastian switched for his twin brother Jacob. Gus shivered. What a nightmare.

This, though, this warm, pliant body in his arms, plugged, ready for him, oh, this dream he did not ever want to wake from. He reached down, fingers sliding to jostle and play with the base of the plug buried in Bastian’s ass.

“What the fuck?” Bastian jerked away, shaking, and suddenly he knew -- it hadn’t been a dream.

He cried out before he could stop himself, fingers grasping for the disappearing body automatically, drawing not-Bastian closer.

“Bastian,” he whispered, needing, wanting.

“I’m not him. I’m Jacob.” The familiar voice was devastated.

He nodded, choking on his own disappointment. He rolled away, arm over his eyes to block the morning’s sun.

Jacob slid from the bed, heading to the bathroom, shower starting.

Gus indulged himself for a few moments, wallowing in self-pity and hurt, and then he cleared his throat and hauled himself out of the bed and went to join Bas-Jacob in the shower. Someone needed to remove the plug and perhaps he could convince Jacob to practice his blow job technique. After all, it
was
Bastian’s body, his Bastian’s lovely mouth...

“Need some help with your hair and the plug?” he asked, joining Jacob under the spray.

“Going to shave this mass off. Look at the
tangles
.” Jacob rolled his eyes a little, almost smiling. “We should call Walt and Sebastian. Make sure they’re okay. I’m worried about Walt.”

“We should, and, no, you aren’t. I’ll wash it for you and brush it after.” He smiled, warming at the memories of doing Bastian’s hair. “I always do it for Bastian. And then he sucks me off.” He let his prick nudge Jacob’s back, hinting.

Jacob snorted. “You’re not the most subtle man in the universe, are you?”

“Subtle doesn’t work with Bastian. He likes to be told what to do.” And Gus had never been good at subtle anyway, but he was
trying
to keep the pout out of his voice.

Jacob laughed. “No. No, subtle has
never
worked with Bastian.”

Gus chuckled and grabbed the shampoo. “Let me take care of your hair first.”

He poured a generous amount of the soap into his palm and started to work it into Bastian’s hair, humming a little as he did it, idly rubbing his prick against Bastian’s back. Jacob’s back. Whatever.

Jacob moaned low. “Oh... That’s nice...”

He nodded. Bastian loved having his hair done. “I understand the brushing is even better.” His fingers worked Jacob’s skull, massaging, rubbing.

Jacob groaned, leaned into his touch. “That feels so good.”

Gus grunted and kept it up, rubbing a little more seriously against Jacob’s back, too, that spot right above the ass that was made for his prick. Jacob rubbed back – ah, so the man wasn’t without needs, after all.

And Gus had a feeling once Jacob was emptied of the plug, the man was going to need to be filled again, so he started rinsing the glorious hair and let his other hand drift down, fingers grasping the base of the plug. “Let’s get this out of you,” he murmured, tugging on it.

“Oh.” The sound was shocked, a little aroused, a little worried.

“It’ll stretch as it comes out, shouldn’t hurt.” He kept tugging, pulling insistently when the tight ring of muscles didn’t want to let the widest part through. Then the plug was out, Jacob’s hole almost snapping shut behind it. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Jacob was gasping, panting. “No. No.”

“Are you empty now, Jacob? Do you need?” he asked softly, fingers sliding along Jacob’s crack, pressing gently against the very hot little hole.

“Oh.” Jacob gasped, “So fucking sensitive.”

Gus purred, let his finger push right into Jacob’s body, testing the heat, testing Jacob’s willingness.

“I don’t bottom.” Gus smiled; no, but Bastian’s body knew what it needed, what it expected in the mornings.

“You don’t need? You aren’t empty?” he asked quietly, letting one finger become two, sliding them deep, finding that sweet spot.

Jacob arched, pushing back, took him in. “Not anymore.”

He chuckled, the sound husky. Fingers still working, he kissed Jacob’s neck, licked at the water on the fine skin.

“Do you let Sebastian fuck you?”

“Sebastian doesn’t want to fuck me. He wants to get fucked.” He pushed in another finger, moaning at the tightness, the heat, almost perfect.

Another of those soft, gasping laughs sounded. “Someone has a sense of humor, switching us. We should visit a healer, a psychic, a priest.”

“Yes. But this first.” He pulled his fingers away and lined up his cock, letting Jacob’s own motions draw him in.

Jacob gasped, went still for a moment, shivered. He stroked Jacob’s sides, fingers sliding warmly. “It is yours for the taking,” he murmured.

“Mine?” Jacob stretched, Bastian’s body welcoming him.

“This.” He pushed in the rest of the way, cock head nudging against Jacob’s gland.

“Oh.” Jacob arched, hips rocking, keeping Gus’ cock right where Jacob wanted it.

“Yes,” he growled, hand going around Jacob’s hip, circling the familiar cock.

So different; Bastian begged for him, fought, then yielded. Jacob took, worked him. It was nice, for a change, but at the same time it was a brutal reminder that this was not his sweet Bastian.

Jacob groaned, body squeezing him tight.

“Yeah, that’s it. You know you need it.” He moved faster, taking over a little, pushing Jacob.

“Fuck. Fuck.” Jacob stretched up, shaking.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He purred, growled a little, hands soothing along Jacob’s sides, but he didn’t let up, just kept pushing into Jacob over and over.

Jacob was responsive, growling back, head tossing.

“Yeah. Yeah. Brace your arms on the tile,” he warned, starting to really thrust into Jacob, letting him just have it.

The body was familiar, welcoming, the words pouring from Jacob demanding and filthy. He was going to have to gag the man next time. It didn’t stop him from getting off, though, his hips snapping hard, his hand going to wrap around Jacob’s prick as he got close.

Jacob groaned, head ducking as he came, prick jerking. That sweet ass squeezed tight around him and Gus roared, coming hard deep inside Jacob’s body. He leaned against the smooth, familiar back, panting, hand still wrapped proprietarily around Jacob’s prick.

Jacob relaxed, breath slowing.

Gus purred and slipped slowly out before soaping up his hands and washing Jacob down. The body was Bastian’s through and through, pushing into his touches, turning this way and that as he cleaned.

“You have fabulous hands.”

Gus grinned. Bastian certainly thought so. Had right from the start. “So I’ve been told.”

“So what are you and Bastian into? I mean, if you’re legal, you can play any games you want.”

“And we do. You saw the playroom. The nipple rings are new.” He slid his soapy fingers over them.

Jacob jumped, shuddered. “I can’t believe Sebastian leaves them in.”

“He is a very sensual man, your twin. The more sensation the better.”

He tugged Jacob into the spray of water, using his hands to help the water sluice the soap from the familiar planes. He sighed, pushing the long hair back. “There is a psychic who works near the piercing shop. We can go see her this evening -- she only works at night.”

Jacob nodded. “We should call Walt and Sebastian, check on them both.”

“Definitely. As soon as we are dry and dressed. I should find out who needs to be informed that Bastian’s latest commissions will be a little late.”

He washed himself quickly and then hustled them both out of the shower, acting as he would if this really were Bastian. He toweled the familiar body off, and placed kisses on each nipple, the tip of Jacob’s cock and the small dip just beside his hip.

“I hope that Sebastian is deserving of the care you offer him.” Jacob’s lips turned in a sardonic smile.

Gus growled. “We are getting on so well, Jacob. Don’t ruin it.”

“Sorry -- I know a much different man, one that caused nothing but sorrow and anger, and he has my lover with him.”

“That is not the man I know, the man I love. Bastian will care for your lover. You’ll see.”

He led Jacob back to the bedroom and went to Bastian’s drawers, pulling out a pair of leather pants and a bright silk shirt. “Here. This is what you will wear.”

“Gus.” Jacob looked over, eyes serious. “I am not a sub.”

“But you are in Bastian’s body, and he is a sub, and when we go to see the psychic you will be expected to wear certain things, to act a certain way.” He tilted his head, considered. “I cannot live with another top. You will have to adapt.”

“Why don’t you adapt? Why must I?” The belligerent lines were back around Jacob’s mouth.

Gus felt his spine go stiff. “Because
you
are the one who has taken over Bastian’s body.”

“No... Sebastian took
my
body. I’m an innocent bystander.”

Gus snorted. “He did not -- I can assure you of that!”

“Well, I
certainly
didn’t want to be stuck in here. I haven’t spoken to Sebastian in almost a decade!”

Amazing. Jacob and Bastian had the same tone, that mixture of shock and disbelief. Of course, when Bastian used it, they were usually about to embark on some sexual exploit that left them both exhausted and sated, wrapped happily around one another.

“The fact remains that you are in his body, and in our home, and while you are here, you will have to live by our rules. I am sure that Bastian is doing the same in your body at your home.”

Jacob’s eyes grew wide, then a slow fury built in them and the man stalked out, heading straight for the commlink.

Gus growled, dressing himself in his leathers before following. He truly hoped the psychic could help them, because this man who had taken over Bastian’s body was deeply insufferable, and he was going to wind up strung up in the playroom for the duration of the wait if he didn’t learn to control himself.

“...you so much as
mark
him, and I’ll have your head, Sebastian. Do you understand?”

Bastian nodded, sighed. “I’m just trying to keep him safe, Jacob. Can I talk to Augie?”

“Where the fuck is he? Where’s Walt?”

“You don’t get to talk to him that way,” Gus growled, grabbing the back of Jacob’s shirt and tugging him away from the commlink unit. “Precious. Are you all right?”

“Augie.” Those eyes searched his, panic hidden within them. “Oh, I want to come home. Tell me I can come home.”

“We’re doing what we can, Precious. We see a psychic this evening. If not, it is seven weeks. You have the strength to do it, Bastian. You can be that strong. For me.” He reached out to stroke the screen. “When you are back where you belong, I will give you a night you will never forget.”

“Seven weeks.” Bastian looked horrified.

“Think you can stay away from the cappers that long?” Jacob’s voice was nasty.

Bastian’s cheeks heated, turning a fiery red. “Walter would like to talk to Jacob.”

Then the comm was handed over to a hairless, trembling man.

It was only the obvious distress in Walter that kept Gus from doing something severe to Jacob. He was going to kill the man. No. That was Bastian’s body, so he was only going to make Jacob wish he were dead.

“C...coby? Seven weeks? Please, that’s not what he said, was it?”

Jacob’s entire focus changed. “Walt? Baby? I’m going to be there as soon as I can. We’re going to someone tonight who might help. Seven weeks is the
latest
. Is Sebastian being decent to you?”

Walt nodded, fingers of one hand scraping at the back of another. “He’s been very patient, Coby. He’s not you, but it hasn’t been too awful.”

“Well, don’t let him sell anything, and don’t eat anything he cooks. You just keep it together and don’t
hurt
yourself, do you understand? You belong to me and I’m coming.”

Gus growled and this time he grabbed Jacob’s arm, twisting it behind his back. “Another insinuation, or worse, about Bastian and I will have you gagged and leave you that way until you are again my Precious.”

Walt’s eyes got very big, his fingers digging into the skin of his hand.

“Hey. Hey, Walt. Don’t hurt yourself, yeah? They’re just being big dogs at each other.” Bastian came into view, fingers stroking Walt’s hands, eyes glaring into the comm. “Come on, you two. Tell Walt you’re just fucking around.”

Gus growled again and gave Jacob an arch look. He would say his Bastian was indeed taking care of Walter. “Tell them what they want to hear, Jacob,” he hissed.

“Come on, baby. Don’t fret. We’re just messing around.” Jacob looked at Walt, eyes sure. “I’m coming for you; you
have
to hold it together.”

Gus let go of Jacob’s arm and managed a smile for Walter, and a warmer, truer one for his Bastian. “You’re taking good care of him, Precious -- you see how strong you are? You can do this.”

“I’ll try. I... I’ll try. I hate it here. I do. What do I tell your boss, Jacob? What should I say?”

“Nothing. I’ll write them from my account. Family emergency. I’m owed time.”

“What about you, Bastian?”

“I... I just finished the big job and was caught up. I need to write an article for the trade magazine, but I can do that here.”

“All right, that’s fine, then.” Gus looked at Bastian’s eyes in Jacob’s body and smiled. “I love you, Precious.”

“I know. Come get me. Please.” Bastian gave him a smile. “I’m trying to be good.”

“I will get you. With any luck, I’ll have you home in your body by night’s end.”

“I hope so. Have a good day, Augie. I’ll be thinking of you.” He got a tremulous smile, then the commlink went blank.

It was a little devastating to turn to the body of his lover with the eyes of another man. “We have several hours wait before the psychic will be open.”