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Lyney despised working for Arlecchino. Her club, The House of The Hearth, wasn't his ideal place of employment. Every night when he returned home, his heart was filled with guilt.
He didn't have a choice. Deals with Mafia bosses typically aren't things you so fecklessly break, and the pay wasn’t terrible. He did this for his siblings. He did it so they could survive.
He was only glad that his sister and brother didn't have to know about where he went at night, after the sun drew behind the mountains. Arlecchino had promised to leave them out of anything regarding The House of The Hearth.
At least that's what she had said…
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Lyney was woken up by some rustling from downstairs. Odd, maybe one of them was hungry. Usually his siblings slept through the entire night, so hearing things at late hours was a rarity.
He got up and padded down the wooden steps as quietly as he could. In the foyer of the house, he spotted…
Freminet?
He watched with bated breath as his younger sibling texted someone on his phone. Eventually he put it in the pocket of his hoodie and opened the door as carefully as he could. He looked around before he left, but didn’t spot Lyney in the shadows of the stairwell.
When the door shut, Lyney let out a massive sigh.
Freminet was seventeen now, he was allowed to go out at night. Lyney wasn’t his mother. He just felt… weird about it. He didn’t want to think about all the terrible things that could happen after dark. He didn’t want his baby brother to get hurt.
He couldn’t preserve the boy’s innocence forever, but the fact that he was sneaking out at night weighed on his chest.
Lyney didn’t sleep. More accurately, he couldn’t sleep. He rolled over, tried to cover his ears to block out the noises of the night, but nothing worked.
He contemplated waiting in the kitchen for Freminet when he got back, but decided it’d be an invasion of his privacy. He really didn’t want to be like a stern mother. Lynette would chastise the kid beyond belief, but she was different from Lyney. They both loved Freminet dearly, but had separate ways of dealing with things.
Through his thoughts, he heard the door open. He perked up in his bed and rubbed his eyes.
Maybe I should say something. I don’t want him doing this…
Lyney once again pondered. He decided to at least see what his younger brother was up to. He wasn’t going to go insane about it, not like Lynette would. It’d be their little secret to hide from her, whatever it was that he went out to do.
He and Freminet actually shared a room, so it wasn’t outlandish to confront him. The boy knew Lyney was a heavy sleeper, and that no one usually is up past curfew, other than when Lyney was at work. He was smart, but he shouldn’t have fallen back on prior knowledge for this.
When Freminet tiptoed into the room, Lyney addressed him by name.
The boy jumped at the sound of his older brother’s voice. He went to hide under the covers, but Lyney had already gotten up to close the door and turn on the lamp.
“What are you doing?” He demanded, though not so harshly. Freminet still hid, not a word coming from his mouth. Lyney tugged on the covers hiding him, but they were just pulled tighter over his trembling body. Did I give him that bad of a scare?
“Freminet, I’m not mad at you! I just wanna know where you’ve been. I won’t tell Lynette, you don’t have to worry about anything. This’ll be our secret.”
The words seemed to calm him a little.
“It’s really bad…” Mumbled Freminet. Lyney’s brows furrowed. If he was admitting it was bad, it was probably worse than bad.
“Are you hurt?” A head shake came in repose. “Do you need to change or something?” A nod. “Okay, I’ll turn around now. Just come on out.”
Before Lyney could fully avert his eyes, Freminet pulled the covers off. He turned as quickly as he could, but not before getting a brief look at his clothes. He was wearing his hoodie from earlier, but were those… thigh-highs?
Despite his burning curiosity, he decided to ignore it.
“O-Okay, you can turn around.”
Lyney did just that, and took in the sight of a sleepy and embarrassed Freminet. He wore an oversized shirt, one with a collar that slipped down a bit far, revealing a bite mark. He seemed to notice, and pulled it up.
“So, do you have a secret boyfriend that I don’t know about?” Lyney teased, keeping the interaction lighthearted.
“Yeah, actually…”
A blatant lie, but he wasn’t going to say anything.
“Ah! Well then, you could’ve just told me. I’m not mad that you do, or that you’re going out late. I just got worried, y’know?” He chuckled nervously.
“I guess so.”
Freminet nipped at his nails, not something he typically did, as he always preferred them to be even lengths. He typically would pick at his scabs when nervous, not listening when his sibling said he’d get scars. His arms were covered in them, so he rarely wore short sleeved shirts. He usually only felt comfortable enough around Lyney to do so.
It was the trust between them that held them so close. Freminet loved Lynette as well, but the two weren’t as close. They were both so reserved, and it made it hard for them to really have meaningful interactions.
Lyney was always the one to calm him when he was having a panic attack, was always the one who would listen to his rambles about sea creatures.
It’s why he was so hesitant to work for Arlecchino. He didn’t want to risk abandoning his baby brother.
He pulled Freminet into a hug, holding him tighter than he probably should have, and didn’t let go. The younger boy melted into it, practically going limp save for his legs. He loved hugs from Lyney, they always felt so warm and reassuring.
“It’s okay, Fremmy. I love you,” Lyney murmured into his shoulder. Freminet hummed and the embrace ended. A small smile was visible on the boy’s face, and it made Lyney’s gaze grow warmer.
They turned the lights out and forgot about what happened.
Though, Lyney couldn’t shake the fact that his brother smelled like The Hearth.
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Life continued as normal, Lynette stayed clueless about that night, Lyney still went to work after dark, Freminet still snuck out in the later hours. It made him worried, but there wasn’t much he could do.
(Really, there was, but Lyney wasn’t the type to double down on his baby brother.)
Usually, Freminet only snuck out on nights that he knew Lyney had to work, but tonight he was already gone before his older brother.
Strange…
Lyney continued on as normal, walked to The Hearth on his normal route, and went in the back door. Everything was in order for his performance.
He felt as if something was off, that someone who wasn’t supposed to be here was watching him while he performed.
Anyhow, it didn’t go terribly. He made enough to get them by for another few days, and that was all he cared about. As always, he denied all the money offered to him in exchange for private shows or sex. Despite how much it would probably help, he just couldn’t do them. As long as they could live, what he got was enough.
He felt best on stage, where those he performed for were nothing but shadowy figures in an audience. He couldn’t do things in a one-on-one setting, where he could see their eyes, their expressions, hear their voices and their venomous words.
He sighed heavily, running his fingers through his blonde hair, watching as his fellow performers gathered their clients for private shows. The rooms where they occurred were settled in the back of the building, close to where Lyney entered and exited.
He caught a flash of blue and blonde in his peripheral and turned his head to get a better look. No, Lyney, you’re imagining things. He said to himself, thinking he’d seen his brother. He waited a bit longer than he normally would have, in fear of the worst.
Eventually, he heard…
“Lyney…?” Called a familiar voice. Lyney opened his eyes and turned around.
Freminet?
He turned, eyes wide. His brother stood there with an equally shocked look on his face. He wore the same thigh-highs from the other day, and his torso was covered in a hoodie once again. Lyney hadn’t changed entirely out of his performance clothes, his stockings and garters still sticking to his skin uncomfortably.
No one else was in the back this late, save for the man that Freminet had just presumably performed for, who left right away. It was just the two brothers, and neither of them dared to open their mouths. They were both at a loss for words, both so completely and utterly shocked to learn about each other’s night lives like this.
(To be fair, Lyney had inferred this. Nonetheless, he was still stunned in shock.)
“I see you two finally found each other, hm?” Teased a daunting, feminine voice. Lyney’s hackles raised as he turned to see Arlecchino. Sly and heartless as ever, she only huffed in amusement when she saw the two in distress.
“I told you to keep him out of this!” Lyney snarled, anger bubbling in his chest. Freminet was still silent, wrapping his arms around his frame, looking like he was about to cry. He gave Lyney a look that most definitely asked him: ‘How long has this been going on?’
He wanted so desperately to answer all his little brother’s questions, soothe his anxiety, and tell him it was all going to be okay.
He knew it would be a lie, though. Arlecchino was no doubt planning this.
“Lyney, you shouldn’t talk like that to me. Haven’t we been over this? I’ll do what I want, and if it makes you feel any better, little Freminet here came to me first,” she said in her signature hiss of a voice. Lyney was honestly in disbelief at this point. How… how could this all be happening?
The brothers shared a gaze of mutual disappointment and mistrust. Arlecchino simply clapped.
“What an entertaining duo you two make. Surely you both could spare some time for one last show? Just for me? With pay, of course…” She purred. Both boys looked disgusted at the idea.
“No, no, no! What are you on about? You know I don’t do private shows, let alone with my brother! ” Lyney still kept his raised voice despite being put in place earlier. Arlecchino looked unimpressed.
“Just because you don’t, doesn’t mean you won’t . I’ll be sure of that. Shall we go to a room?” The mob boss said, standing. She had a terrifying presence, one that both of the brothers were scared to death of. Lyney clenched every muscle in his body before finally giving up. Freminet’s lashes were dewy with unspilled tears, and he wiped them away as he started to follow Arlecchino.
Lyney went as well, feeling utterly defeated. He wished none of this had to happen, he wished he wasn’t born into such a terrible life, he wished he could just be free of this.
He really, really didn’t want to have to fuck his baby brother, but he knew that was what Arlecchino was leading them into this room to do.
Arlecchino shut the door behind herself silently.
“Go on, Lyney, I know you’re aware of what’s going to happen here.”
He swallowed as he let his gaze fall on his brother. The younger boy returned the look, his blue eyes filled with too many emotions to count, all negative in nature.
Lyney placed his hands on his brother’s shoulders as he watched Arlecchino take her seat. Freminet was petrified in what Lyney could only assume was shock or fear. The boy almost yelped when his brother smashed their lips together. They didn’t explore much, opting to break free early to look at one another. A string of saliva between their lips connected them.
“I’m sorry…” Lyney whispered, once again bringing their mouths together. He could feel his younger brother’s cheeks grow warm and eyes grow wet. They made out sloppily, with Lyney doing most of everything.
Freminet was frozen like a deer in the headlights, not knowing how to react to this situation in any capacity.
That was alright. Lyney would take care of him… just like he always did.
He couldn’t shed the guilty feeling in his chest as he trailed his hand down Freminet’s side, hiking up the younger boy’s hoodie to just below his breasts.
And Freminet, oh , he let out a gross moan at that.
Lyney didn’t know if it was real, or if it was just for Arlecchino, but he was still disgusted with himself for how aroused it made him.
He pulled his brother’s hoodie off of his body and unclasped his bra from the back. Freminet gasped as his nipples were exposed to the rather cold air inside.
Lyney once again felt so indescribably terrible about how he was looking at his brother right now, but he couldn’t deny his arousal at the sight of Freminet’s cute tits and hard nipples. The younger boy blushed and pulled his shorts and underwear down in one motion, exposing himself entirely.
Lyney undressed himself as well, not bothering to make a show of it to spite Arlecchino. She was still watching intently, the corners of her lips curled up in a smirk.
The older boy pushed his brother onto the bed provided. Freminet gasped again, shivering a bit when he felt the weight settle on top of him. Lyney spread the younger’s legs open, hoping to get this over as fast as possible…
Freminet wasn’t aroused at all, and for good reason.
It posed a bit of a problem, as it would take much longer to finish this all.
Arlecchino noticed this, and raised her voice.
“Just go ahead, Lyney. Don’t keep me waiting…”
The older boy blinked, then looked down at his brother. Freminet’s tears were spilling in a constant stream, yet he didn’t sniffle or make any noise.
Lyney smoothed his hand over Freminet’s soft tummy, appreciating him, but not wanting him. He didn’t want to see the boy as a sexual object, but he didn’t know if his mind could revert after all this. For how innocent he seemed, Freminet’s body wasn’t that of the boy Lyney still thought him to be. His thighs were scandalously thick, his stomach was cute and soft, and he didn’t even want to take another glance at those breasts, fearing he might just become addicted.
He couldn’t take this. What was he even thinking? He just wanted this to be over.
“I love you, Freminet. I’m so sorry…” Lyney barely murmured before pushing the head of his cock inside of Freminet. The younger jolted, digging his bitten nails into his brother’s shoulders and back. He wailed at the intrusion, clearly indicating that it was painful.
“It hurts, Lyney…”
“I know, I know. Just calm down.”
That exchange between them repeated a few times, Lyney constantly trying to calm his brother while he struggled to take his cock. Eventually, he bottomed out inside Feminet, and the young boy started to sniffle and cry.
A harsh yowl escaped Freminet’s mouth when Lyney began moving. He tried to ignore his little brother’s cries, yelps, and other pained noises as he kept fucking into him. He just couldn’t take this, it was almost as hard on Lyney as it was on Freminet.
Lyney squeezed at the softness of his brother’s side to try to get his head back into reality. He didn’t want to be there at the moment, but he had to keep himself aware. Freminet’s upper arms were bracketing his head, hands clasped behind it. He looked so far gone, his baby blue eyes unfocussed and full of tears.
Lyney picked up the pace, despite how he knew it would hurt Freminet. Little gasps and huffs were all that left his younger brother’s mouth. He must be dissociating… Hopefully he won’t remember the worst of it.
It only takes a minute more before Lyney feels somewhat close. Arlecchino seems to notice.
“Cum inside him.” It’s not a suggestion, it's an order… from Arlecchino.
He looks down at Freminet once more, regrets everything, and comes undone.
The younger boy seemed to notice when Lyney spilled inside and promptly pulled out. His body was barely responsive, leaving Lyney more than worried. He was hoping that Freminet would stay with it, not because he wanted him to be tortured, but getting too out of it with Arlecchino around was a recipe for disaster.
She simply slow clapped and stood up from her seat, striding forward. Lyney looked up at her with a defeated expression. He was cradling his brother’s head in his hands, smoothing his salty cheeks with his thumbs.
“Delightful, you two. I look forward to seeing more of this.”
More of this? She can’t be serious.
Lyney felt tears start to well up in his eyes as well. He finally breaks, but attempts to conceal his sobs. He tries to blink the salt water away, but it’s impossible. He feels like he’s going to drown if he continues like this. If he has to do this again, he might just die.
Arlecchino only gave him a wicked smile. It made Lyney gag through his tears.
He looked down at Freminet. The boy was sleeping.
He wanted to do the same after this.
How would he explain this to Lynette?