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Mirror Image

By: StargazinGirl



It's amazing how some moments in life are so forgettable and others will remain with you forever. This day will be full of those moments, though I didn't know it yet. I'm standing in the bar, sipping my drink and flipping through the Sunday paper, trying to look relaxed, but inside I am anything but. My heart is pounding, my hands are a little shaky and every nerve ending in my body is on red-alert, waiting to feel that touch.

My sisters and I had spent the day together, but they each had parental duties that sent them in different directions. I was stuck for a ride and not ready to do the family scene yet. An old friend of mine from school lived close by so I took a drink for courage and called him. I was both delighted and terrified when he said he'd by to get me in just a few minutes. We had an attraction to each other that was so incredible, so dangerous that it got me all stoked up just knowing he would be near me soon. He knows me so well, from our talks on the phone and our occasional naughty chat online. We've shared dozens of fantasies, hundreds of ideas of what it would be like to be intimate together, things I have never told anyone else. We are both in a committed relationship with someone else and we rarely ever see each other in person, so that's all it ever is – just talk.

So here I am, standing, waiting for him to come get me. The place is full of men, watching football and it's loud and smoky in there. I'm trying to be casual, trying not to look at the door every 10 seconds. Every tiny hair on my body is like radar, waiting for his touch. Then I feel it – that strong hand on my lower back. I melt as I turn around to say Hello, his strong arms going around me, circling me into a warm deep hug. He looks so damn good. I remind myself again that we are just friends but can't ignore that my pulse has become a whole lot stronger since he wrapped himself around me. 

Out to his car we go, talking small talk and trying to ignore how turned on I am. He asks about my plans and I reveal that I have none until 6, several hours from now, when I have to meet up with my sister once again. He offers to show me his house, something I've always talked about doing but never dared to. I'm praying his roommate is home, so I won't have to find the strength to keep my hands off of him. We pull into the drive and find our way into the house. No roommate. After taking my coat and offering a drink, he gives me the grand tour. Room to room we wander, ending finally upstairs in his bedroom. This is not good. I'm barely fighting it off now, the urge to throw him on the bed and savage him is strong. His room is dim, the shades pulled against the afternoon sky. 

To this day, I still don't know who made the first move or if we both made it at the same time, but the next thing I know, we're pressed so close together, kissing deeply. I'm shocked and thrilled to find myself in his arms, our tongues dueling, mouths pressed into each other. It's surreal, this dim room on a Sunday afternoon, our bodies tight together. I can feel his arousal, straining and throbbing against my thigh and it only makes me hotter. My panties are hot and damp, my love center tingling and aching with want. We side step to the bed and fall onto it, laughing and touching and kissing. 

He stops to sit up and remove his shirt. Any thought I was having of stopping this has now completely left my head. He is so beautiful, so sexy. His strong arms lower his bare chest to me and we kiss, more urgently now. Passion takes us both to a different world. Clothes are being torn away and now we are naked and entwined, skin-to-skin, so very sensual. Fingers and strong hands explore every inch of my body, nails lightly grazing, feather-soft touches taking my breath away, all the while kissing my face, neck, ears. I feel his hardness on my thigh and reach for it, wrapping my hand around it and feeling it's heat. His soft moan sets my pussy on fire and I press myself up into him. 

And he stops! He just gets up and walks away. I'm shocked and ready to protest when I see his smile and the look on his face. He reaches into his closet for something and comes right back to me. Now I'm smiling too. He's holding a vibrator! It's something I told him I had always wanted to try and now it seems I get my chance. I take it from him, sharing a smile as I lay back and turn it on. 

He sits, just watching, as I let it wander to my hot box, loving the feeling of his eyes on me while I do this. It's such a turn on to play with myself this way, knowing he is watching. Without warning, his warm lips encircle my nipple, hot tongue flicking over it and causing me to gasp. Little nibbles on one, while his hand rolls the other between his finger and thumb. I can feel my orgasm building as his mouth and tongue wander, to my neck, my breasts, my belly. I bury the vibrator deep into my hot hole as his fingers meet my clit, rubbing, driving me to the climax I can't fight anymore. I cry out from the intensity of it and my body shudders. 

I'm barely over my peak when he pulls me to my knees. He is behind me now, his strong hairy chest against my back, his hard shaft pressing into my bottom. Now I see why – in front of us, across the room, is a mirror. It sits atop a dresser and is angled down to the bed. We are right there, looking back at ourselves. His hands play across my body as I watch them in the reflection. 

This is so much more erotic than before, watching his hands and feeling them too. I continue to slide my toy in and out of my love box, while his fingers tease and pinch my nipples. His hot mouth kissing my neck, his hardness against me, his hands sliding down to my pleasure center and I can see it all in the mirror. I take his hand and place it on the vibe – I want him to do it. He happily agrees, fucking me with the vibrator while we watch. My own fingers find my breasts and rub over them, as I grind my ass back into his hot length. My orgasm rocks me, muscles quivering and he is relentless with his torture, not stopping at all. 

And I can't take it anymore and I have to stop him. Enough with the vibrator, there's something else I want. My pussy is soaked, so wet from cumming twice and his hard cock is right there. He slides just the tip in and I almost want to cum again, but not yet. I bend just so slightly, rubbing my backside against him and he understands. Slowly, his wet tip finds my bum and slides in just a bit. I gasp as he moans, pushing slowly into my tight ass. Gently, slowly, slipping all the way in. My eyes are riveted to his in the mirror. His hips start to move, just a little, a slight rhythm, slow like a dance we're doing together, never breaking the stare we share. He takes my hand and slides it to my pussy, and I rub my clit while my ass holds tight to his cock. 

My fingers tease my love button as he slides in and out in an unhurried fashion that is driving me insane. My breath is coming faster now, and he picks up his stroke, plunging in a little harder now. I throw my head back onto his shoulder, getting swept away by the sensation of having him inside me back there. I am stunned back to reality by a stinging slap on my backside – he spanked my ass hard! I came right then, no warning, just a shocking orgasm like none I'd ever had before. He spanked me again and again, hard, my cries mixing with his as he came deep inside me and we watched in the mirror.

We fell back onto the bed, panting and shaking and satisfied. I knew I would have to go soon, that we would have to go back to reality and leave this dim afternoon haven. The mirror image of that day will stay with me forever. Strangely surreal but so clearly etched in my memory, something I pull out and look at when I am alone. And it always, always brings a secret smile to my face.

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Rachel Roberts was at the top of her game. At thirty-two, she had endured - survived - the rigors of the feature circuit, made a pile of money through careful investments, and gotten out with her voluptuous body, sanity, and self-respect intact. Well, she hadn't gotten out completely. She still operated her web site, which would be a lucrative source of income for several years yet. Her fans still craved her, even though she no longer toured the gentlemen's clubs as a dancer. Those same fans continued their monthly subscriptions and e-mail tributes unabated. The voluptuous redhead planned to continue the photo shoots, live webcasts, and videos as long as the money from them kept pouring in. To that end, she had not joined the parade of former big-bust superstar dancers who, upon retirement, had immediately had their oversized implants removed. Once a star, always a star; Rachel relished the power she wielded over men and had no wish to do anything that might diminish it until she was good and ready.

Another of Rachel's business ventures - one that was now occupying the bulk of her time - was managing the careers of newer, up-and-coming dancers. Jaymie Reddig - or 'Crystal Cayce' as she was known professionally - was the star of Rachel's stable. In fact, Crystal was Rachel's entire 'stable' at that moment. The then-eighteen-year-old had been dancing in a gentleman's club in Ft. Lauderdale when Rachel had appeared there during her Farewell Tour. The more-experienced performer had recognized the spectacularly-beautiful Blonde's potential and crowd-appeal immediately and chose her to be the first client of Rachel's fledgling Big Time Teases management company.

Crystal had idolized Rachel Roberts. It was the ravishing Redhead that had inspired the precocious young girl to become a dancer. It had been the thrill of a lifetime to be given her shot at Feature status by none other than the star she worshipped above all others. The training had been almost an afterthought. Rachel had not seen a girl with such an innate grasp of how to push a man's buttons - and separate him from his hard-earned cash - since she herself had broken into the business more than a decade before. 

The operations had followed in quick succession. Crystal was a girl possessed, determined to be big - really big - in more than name, in homage to her idol. Rachel had taken her to Montreal to get the desired custom-made silicone breast and buttock implants, as well as hip enhancement, rib removal, and micro-liposuction. The girl's already-stunning facial features were enhanced with fuller, plusher, bee-stung lips. Crystal's formerly svelte five-foot-seven-inch frame swelled to an incredible 56-22-38. After healing, Rachel had radically revised the buxom beauty's dance style and body movements, supplanting her own slow, sinuous, feline grace for the younger girl's former lissome, athletic routines.

The result had rocked the adult entertainment industry like a bomb. Crystal Cayce had been an instant sensation on the feature circuit. Demand for the blonde bombshell was so great, she had been touring almost continuously for over a year. Her notoriety had been spurred on by the many videos Rachel had cast her new star in. Crowds of crazed fans flocked the clubs in which Crystal had been booked to perform. Her carefully-managed autograph sessions, left unchecked, could easily have extended to the clubs' closing times. Crystal's success had been so overwhelming, it couldn't help but mess with her head. 'Jaymie' receded deep into the background; 'Crystal' became her dominant conscious personality. Rachel saw the change, but said nothing. Crystal had her own 'chemistry' that had taken the Business by storm. The experienced dancer in Rachel knew better than to tamper with that state of being, for fear of ruining all she had worked so hard to build. Rachel had not even had time to audition other dancers to join her team. At that moment, 'other dancers' were the furthest thing from Rachel Roberts' mind.

If Crystal had any weakness, it was her brother Johnnie. They were orphaned fraternal twins, eerily similar in height, build, complexion, and features. Even Johnnie's dense, thick, wavy hair was the length and color of his sister's It had irked Rachel when, upon having Crystal's tresses bleached a shimmering Platinum Blonde for her new image, the girl had insisted that Johnnie's hair be tinted to match. It had irked her more when he willingly agreed. There were differences, of course. His hair was usually tied back in a neat ponytail while hers was curled, fluffed, and styled to the nth degree. Johnnie favored comfortable, loose-fitting clothes that revealed nothing, as opposed to his sister's come-hither look that flaunted her magnificent assets - a look dictated by her mentor to drive men crazy with lust. 

The two might as well have been conjoined twins. For as long as Rachel had known them, they seemed to be joined at the hip. With no parents or other family, Johnnie had been Crystal's 'manager' (it was so hard for an eighteen-year-old to manage someone else's life when they were still learning how to manage their own), choreographer, makeup artist, wardrobe master, confidant and emotional anchor. Rachel could not conceive of a less-typical teenage boy. He displayed no sense of macho attitude, nor interest in sports - other than the stunningly-athletic dance routines he had choreographed for his sister. When Crystal's style of movement and dance had to be altered to accommodate her stunning new dimensions, Johnnie had been quick to devise new, less acrobatic routines to flatter her. The alluring Redhead didn't want to know where he had picked up the skills he so proudly showcased. She just accepted them - and him - for what they were. One other thing was clear; where Crystal had idolized Rachel, Johnnie obviously worshipped his sister.

Rachel had tried hard to dislike her star's sibling. There was something unsettling about the way they looked at each other, held each other's hands. In the beginning, the two had slept together in the same room. Rachel put a stop to that. The older woman had seen this social taboo before, including at least one Hollywood celebrity. The Redhead did not consider herself a prude - not with her lifestyle. If brother and sister were 'an item', she couldn't care less - but if such an arrangement ever became public knowledge.... She didn't appreciate the expense of a third hotel room, but she had to do something with him. If Rachel had had her way at the start, the boy would have been left at home or sent packing altogether. The problem with Johnnie was, he was just so damn likable. He was neither Svengali nor Stage Mom; a bit shy around Rachel, perhaps, but friendly, utterly un-prepossessing, adapting readily to the new manager's direction and authority. To make matters worse, Crystal was adamant; where she went, he went.

The former dancer, knowing all the tricks and temptations of The Road, knew something was going on. She discovered it quite by accident. They were in New York on the second day of a week's worth of shows at Score. Rachel had been out on business calls while Johnnie had been helping Crystal fitting a new costume. Rachel wrapped up her appointments early and headed back to the hotel, flush with excitement. Eric Rymer and Phillip Thomas from Vanguard Video had insisted on taking her and Crystal to an early dinner prior to Crystal's evening show. There would be more than filet mignon on the table; at stake was a video production and distribution deal potentially worth a small fortune. They would be calling on the girls at six o'clock. 

To complicate matters, a third executive from a competing video company also insisted on interviewing Crystal that evening - personally. Rachel knew what that meant. Dante had a reputation as a serious 'player' with impressive endowment and a taste for kink reflected in the product he produced. If the rumors about his sexual preferences were true.... That she would be committing her starlet to being used for sex by this man did not bother her a bit. That was the nature of the business; Rachel was a big girl now, and Crystal would have to be, too, if she wanted to make it big. The real issue was credibility. If he had been one of the usual big-talking, low-rent bottom-feeders that inhabited the Adult Entertainment business, the savvy businesswoman would not have given him the time of day. The truth was, Dante was of equal stature in the industry as the other two; a deal with him would be equally lucrative. She wouldn't blow him off out-of-hand - well, she WOULD, but in a different context - but how could she satisfy both competing demands on her starlet's time and attention? TIME! Damn, she had to get back to the hotel and make Crystal put herself together FAST! As for the conflict between the two factions... well, she would work something out....

Rachel burst into Crystal's room - and thought she was hallucinating. There before her, perched delicately, side-by-side, on the edge of the bed, were two 'Crystals'. Both were attired in elegant black sequined minidresses, sleek, sheer, jet-black seamed stockings, black patent pumps with pencil-thin five-inch stiletto heels, dramatic makeup, long crimson talons, and curly, fluffed-out Prime Time Hair. Identical black patent clutches rested on the bed on either side of the pair. Multiple-tiered crystal necklaces encircled their throats, with matching pendant earrings dangling from their dainty earlobes. Snug-fitting, multi-stranded bracelets and ankle wraps completed the picture. Each girl held a flute of champagne in one hand and was nuzzling, stroking, caressing her twin with the other. Both bimbos - there could be no mistaking them for anything else - were perfect from head to toe. Both had undeniably feminine curves. Even so, a closer examination detected differences. One had Crystal's unmistakable surgically-enhanced pulchritude; the other....

"Good evening, Crystal and... Crystal. I hope I'm not interrupting anything... intimate. Perhaps you ladies could bring me up to speed on this?"

It was comical to observe both bimbos turn towards her simultaneously with identical gapes of astonishment on their plush, crimson lips. Rachel strode slowly, sinuously to their side, smiling bemusedly. Both dresses were cut to flaunt the wearer's cleavage, slender waist, and flaring hips. Although not as outrageously endowed as the original, there was nothing phony about the rounded, thrusting curves of the second 'Crystal'. Rachel gently cupped the girl's chin and lifted her face until their gazes met.

"I must say, you are absolutely lovely, My Dear. I am crushed I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you before. Where HAVE you been hiding?"

"I... uh... that is... I mean...."

The bustier of the two put her arm around her twin protectively.

"She did it for me. I... like her this way."

"SHE did, did she? That's all right, Baby. I like her this way, too. Crystal...."

Both girls looked up. Rachel saw this was going to be a problem. She turned her attention towards her original star.

"...I meant, YOU, Crystal. We have a dinner date with two gentlemen. They will be here to pick us up in thirty minutes. I see I won't have to worry about you not having time to get ready. You look absolutely lovely. You both do. Why don't you freshen up a bit? I will be back for you shortly."

The ravishing Redhead turned her attention to the newer of the two sexy sirens. She extended her arm to the lovely creature, hand bent downward at the wrist.

"And YOU, My Dear. Would you please accompany me to my room? We have some things to discuss. Bring your purse."

The other 'Crystal' took the proffered hand and rose gracefully. Rachel slipped her arm through the girl's and escorted her out of the room. Not a word was said until they were in Rachel's room with the door shut. Rachel seated herself on one side of the bench at the vanity mirror. She patted the empty space next to her and the delectable blonde seated herself. The striking Redhead began intensifying her makeup for an evening look. Rachel caught her companion's gaze in the mirror and smiled again.

"What do I call you? Don't insult me by saying you've gone this far and don't have a name."

"Tiffany."

"Tiffany. Tiffany Cayce. I like that. It suits you. Well, Tiffany, since I met you... uh, the other you, I've been worried you and your sister were doing something nasty when you were alone together. That bothered me. If people found out about it, even in THIS business, the publicity could hurt your sister's career. And all this time, you have been BEING something nasty. That's a different story altogether - and one I can relate to."

Rachel turned and casually began feeling up Tiffany's body; breasts, waist, hips and tush. A warm, dreamy expression enveloped her exquisite features.

"Mmmm, hormones?"

"Yes."

"A really aggressive therapy, isn't it? About a D cup now?"

"Just, as of this week. We were celebrating."

"And so you should, Sweetie, so you should. I guess it runs in your family; your sister was a D-cup before I had her enhanced. And those hips and ass are all you? No padding?"

"No padding."

"Your idea, or hers? Or both?"

"Both, really. After our parents died, we got shuffled from one foster home to the next. For the most part, we had only each other to trust and confide in. Jaymie liked to play 'Dress Up' even then. She wanted a girlfriend - a sister - to dress up with. I love Jaymie; I couldn't refuse her. It was strange, at first - the fashions, makeup, hair styling, dancing, all of it - but she really liked it. After a while, I liked it, too."

" You LIKED it? Honey, you LOVE it! No one goes to this much trouble just to oblige a sibling - even one you are that close to. What about the hormones?"

"Jaymie has been sexually active since she was fourteen. Our foster mom made her go on birth control pills. Jaymie made me take them, too, telling me it was one more intimate experience sisters should share. She went to different doctors to make sure she had enough for both of us. She started making contacts when she first started dancing. She got referred to a doctor who was really into the scene. He wrote prescriptions for me; estradiol, progesterone, Aldactone. I have been taking those ever since."

Rachel pondered that as she removed her business suit and slipped into a naughty little plunge-necked gold satin spandex tankdress and matching stiletto pumps.

"You have been on hormones since you were fourteen?"

"Yes."

"Then, your little clitty... I mean, you can't...."

Tiffany just shook her head.

"I don't mind. Really. Jaymie taught me girls like us love in other ways."

Something dawned on the perceptive Redhead.

"Jaymie... Crystal has been sexually active - and on birth control - since she was fourteen. She made YOU go on The Pill, too, encouraged you to experience the same intimacies she did, and taught you how to do so. That means you...."

Tiffany blushed slightly, smiled, and nodded her head.

"I've dated my doctor a few times. I had to thank him properly for my hormones. There have been others, too...."

"...and you HID all this from me?"

Tiffany signed and shrugged her shoulders a bit.

"We weren't sure how you would take it."

Rachel laughed then; a warm, rich, genuine laugh that bounced off the walls.

"Oh, Honey. Oh, HONEY...."

Rachel's cell phone buzzed. She flipped the lid and spoke.

"Hello? Dante! You're already here? Just a moment...."

The wheels had already been turning in Rachel Roberts' head. She looked up at her companion and smiled.

"Tiffany, dear, would you excuse me for a moment? I would like to take this call in private, if I may."

"Of course, Rachel. I need to tinkle anyway."

Rachel watched the sexy siren slink into the bathroom, hips and tush undulating as if on rails. The door closed with a faint click. Smiling, she returned to her caller.

"Dante, it is so thoughtful of you to take the time to come all the way over here to see us. Something unexpected has come up at the last minute, and I regret Crystal will be unable to see you right now. Of course, I certainly wouldn't want you to have made the long trip in rush hour traffic for NOTHING. I was wondering, could I entice you with an... alternate proposition?"

Tiffany re-entered the bedroom to find Rachel perched on the edge of the bed. The red-headed hussy smiled serenely, delighted to see the Blonde had taken the time to touch up her makeup and hair. She was perfect, like her sister. At least, she would be soon.... Rachel smiled warmly and softly patted the mattress beside her. The younger woman gracefully alit where directed.

"Tiffany, dear, you love your sister, don't you?"

"More than my life."

"...and you would do... ANYTHING to make her happy?"

"Anything."

Rachel smiled, trying not to make it look too triumphant.

"I thought so. Dear, we have a little scheduling conflict. As you already know, Crystal and I will be dining shortly with representatives of a video production company. Of course, nothing is set in stone yet, but it could mean lots of money AND publicity for Crystal. The problem is, there's a gentleman from ANOTHER video company who also wants to discuss a deal with us. He will be here in a few minutes. We can't take either one for granted; nor can we afford to alienate either one. Of course, if either knew we were in discussions with the competition, any potential offer would be off the table immediately. I was wondering... would it be too much of a burden to ask you to... entertain this gentleman - alone - while we talked with the others? If you will do this for me, tomorrow you and I will discuss some big changes I have in mind for your role with my company."

"Entertain him? I'm not sure I know how to entertain a business executive. I don't want to screw this up for you and Jaymie. What do I say? What do I do?"

The elated Redhead slipped her arm through her companion's, then rose gracefully to her feet, gently lifting Tiffany with her.

"Sweetie, I don't believe you will have to SAY much of anything. Just do what comes naturally to you. I think you know how."

There was a soft tap on the door. Rachel beamed.

"Come in. It's open."

The only word to describe Dante was 'hunk'; easily six feet tall, broad-shouldered, slim-waisted, a small tight butt, and appeared to be one hundred ninety pounds of solid muscle. He was movie-star handsome, too, with dark, wavy hair, chiseled features, and piercing blue-gray eyes. The overwhelming impression was of a man who had spent as much time in front of the camera as behind it. Rachel heard the faint, yet distinctive gasp as Tiffany's breath caught in her throat. The more experienced woman crossed the room, speaking as she approached him. 

"Dante! Thank you for coming."

Rachel extended her hand for him to take. He did so, then kissed the back lightly.

"I NEVER tire of a real gentleman. May I present my newest star, and your hostess for this evening, Miss Tiffany Cayce. Tiffany, this is Mr. Dante D'Alessandro of VideoRoma. Dante, I see BIG THINGS ahead for my little starlet. I hope you will agree."


Rachel stepped slightly to one side, affording Dante a better view of his companion for the evening. This time it was his turn to catch his breath. Tiffany extended her hand as her mentor had done and was rewarded with the same gentle kiss - although a bit more drawn-out.

"I'm very pleased to meet you, Signore D'Alessandro."

"The pleasure is ENTIRELY mine, Bella."

Although Tiffany might not have noticed it, Rachel could not possibly ignore the massive bulge appearing along the inside of Dante's pant leg. She smiled coyly, but said nothing. There was another knock on the door.

"Room Service"

Rachel beamed.




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"Come in."

The attendant entered, carrying an iced bucket on a tripod stand. Within was a bottle of Dom Perignon and two crystal flutes.

"Set it there by the bed, please."

The attendant did so. Rachel tipped him, and he was gone. She turned to her two companions.

"I took the liberty of ordering refreshments. Dante, I am so sorry to have to greet and run, but I really must get to this next appointment. I will look forward to meeting with you tomorrow to discuss our options. In the meantime, if you can think of ANYTHING else you might require, feel free. Mi casa es su casa. Tiffany, please make certain Dante has a... MEMORABLE evening. Ta-ta!"

As she closed the door, Rachel caught a glimpse of Dante placing his hands on Tiffany's tush and pulling the beautiful vixen into him. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders. Rachel's last vision, just before the door closed, was of his lips lowering towards hers. Rachel would have sworn Tiffany had just closed her eyes and sighed. The wily Redhead strutted down the hall towards Crystal's room, lost in thought. Big changes? Oh, my YES! We won't need that third room anymore; the girls can sleep together again. They will like that. TWO video deals with TWO different companies, starring TWO of my girls. And what about the act? It they liked Crystal alone, they're gonna LOVE twins! First thing in the morning, I will have to get Tiffany under contract. Second, call the lawyer; file for name change, change-of-gender, the whole nine yards. Third, call the surgeon to make an appointment; lips, boobs, hips, butt, identical to Crystal's. Fourth, set up a meeting with Dante. I can already tell I'll have to beat him off with a stick over control of her. Damn, he wouldn't try to sign her out from under me TONIGHT, would he? Nah, the little minx is gonna fuck his brains out; I can already tell. He'll be lucky if he's awake by noon - and by then, she will be ALL MINE. TWINS! This is gonna be SO COOL....



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Marjorie had been eating her sandwich in the far corner stall of the girls' room. She heard the Clique walk in, chattering and smoking their menthols. They had been talking about that girl, what was her name, the fat one who had hung herself with a knit scarf. Marjorie knew her name, but she remained silent and continued eating her sandwich. 

The dead girl didn't leave a note, but high school kids like to talk. Soon random stories and theories floated all over the place. Some say that it was her overly-religious father who did it. He took her out and made it look like a suicide.

Others said it was a kink thing, auto-asphyxiation, like the way the lead singer of INXS accidentally offed himself. One of the Clique claimed it was over a boy who broke her heart. 

The other girls laughed. One of them said, "Like that fat bitch could get a man." High fives exchanged. They finally left, and Marjorie threw her unfinished sandwich down the toilet.

Marjorie knew the real story about the dead girl. She had really killed herself, but she had cut her own throat with a piece of broken glass. There had been so much blood that the family had decided rather than clean the dried blood off the carpet and walls. Marjorie knew this because she lived next door to the dead girl.

She didn't know about one detail that never made it outside the house. The dead girl had been found naked in front of an antique mirror. Blood had splashed everywhere, except on the mirror. That had remained spotless.

When the family left, they donated most of their belongings to charity. Marjorie's mother snagged a few of the heavier items like a leather sofa set and a few antique items. Marjorie thought it was creepy to use a dead girl's items, but she kept the mirror. For some reason, she felt drawn to it.

Life went on. Marjorie finished high school as the invisible girl. Plain brown hair, pale skin, glasses, dark clothing. She never talked to anyone, only spoken when spoken to. Only the teachers ever spoke to her. She remained anonymous until her adulthood.

At 27, Marjorie lived a regular life. A regular office job, a regular studio apartment, a regular schedule. Get up, go to work for 8 hours, come home, fix a meal, watch re-runs or read, then bedtime. The only thing missing was friends. She had never been good at making friends, so she stopped trying. She didn't mind being alone. That's what she told anyone who tried to initiate conversation with her. She didn't want pity friends, so she settled for no friends at all.

It was autumn, Marjorie's favorite time of year when she could bundle herself in thick sweaters and wool hats. Halloween was still a few months away. All the stores were already pimping their bags of miniature candies. Marjorie had bought two bags on the way home, even though she didn't live in a neighborhood that encouraged trick-or-treaters.

It was late, but Marjorie needed to do one more thing before bedtime. It was just a simple ritual that made her sleep better. She did it for the same reason that some people prayed before bedtime. She rolled her full-length mirror out of the closet. She stood before it and took off her clothes. She removed her bra and panties and studied her reflection. She ran her hands over her breasts, down her stomach, on her clit. She felt herself becoming wet. Blood flowed into her pussy; she could sense the heat in her loins. She started to touch herself. She rubbed her clit and slid her middle finger into her pussy. When she came, she pressed her body against the mirror.

She peered into the mirror as if she was looking for something. She had kept the mirror for the past ten years. She called it the pretty mirror, because the reflection was always flattering. She had always been the plain jane in high school. She was the perpetual wallflower, blending into the background.

When she first looked into the mirror, she discovered her beauty: the lines of her neck flowing to her soft breasts, her stomach, curving towards ample hips, her supple ass. It was like magic, as if a curtain had been removed from her eyes. She didn't know how the mirror did this, but she liked it.

When she stood in front of that mirror, she felt like a different person. With the mirror, she couldn't stop looking at herself. She wanted to expose herself, touch her soft skin, enjoy the velvety feel of her pussy. 

Life went on. Marjorie worked, paid her bills, and lived her regular life. Every night she disrobed in front of her mirror and fucked herself. She never needed a man, but she needed this satisfaction. She needed the attention, the affection, the craving.

It was only a mirror, but it was something more. She felt like she was performing in front of an audience. She felt eyes traveling over her nude body, and she liked it. Some nights she imagined a fantasy lover on the other side of the mirror. That made her come harder.

At first it was just her and the mirror. Then she discovered toys.

Tonight she would play with the clothespins. She sat in a chair in front of the mirror. She attached one to each nipple and attached a string to both clothespins. As she stared into the mirror, she started to rub her clit, playing with the wet folds of her pussy. 

She spread her legs and imagined someone watching from the other side. He was sitting, watching, enjoying the private show. She imagined him touching his bulging cock beneath his slacks. She rubbed her clit with one hand and spread the lips of her pussy with the other. This would make him want me, she thought. She saw the juices dripping from her and onto the chair.

She watched the mirror between half-closed lids. She saw a hand reach towards her breasts, but it was her own. She yanked the clothespins roughly from her nipples. The sudden blood flow made her scream, and her pussy clenched around an invisible cock. She opened her eyes and saw herself in the mirror. She was covered with sweat, pink, glowing. For the first time she thought about a hard cock filling her pussy with hot come. 

Life went on. One day Marjorie started to hate her regular job. She was tired of the prying eyes and all the questions. At first her coworkers complimented her on her weight loss. They wanted to know her secrets. She had stopped eating, but she didn't tell them that. She didn't tell them that all men want thin women. She had read the magazines and browsed the internet sites. The thinner, the better. So she vowed to get thin quickly. Food was a barrier, and she didn't need it.

Eventually the questions turned into concern. Everyone kept telling her that she looked too thin. It was true. When she watched herself in the mirror, she could see her concave stomach, her sunken cheeks, and her exposed ribcage. But he liked her new look, and that's all that mattered. 

She couldn't explain this to her silly co-workers with their dead-end marriages and unhealthy junk food figures. She couldn't explain true love to people who didn't have a clue. So she stopped answering their questions. She stopped speaking at all, and her co-workers avoided her. Her boss suggested she take a vacation.

One morning Marjorie decided that she didn't want to go to work. She bought a new 10'' dildo the other night, and she had been waiting for a special occasion to use it. She had never used one so big, and she was eager to try. 

She was wet, but she wasn't wet enough. It was too thick and stretching her pussy. She said it hurt, but her hand pushed further. He wouldn't take no for an answer, and she started to whimper. He hated that, and her hand flew across her face. She saw her cheek grow red, and inside she smiled. She would not argue with him.

She touched her nipples and ran her fingers over her clit. Relax, she told herself. The dildo was only halfway in, but it didn't hurt as much. Relax. She watched her pussy lips slowly consume the entire length of the dildo. It was all the way in.

She admired the view. She could only see the base of the dildo. She squeezed her muscles, and the dildo moved. She held the base and started to fuck herself with short strokes. It was slick with her juices, and the movements were easy. Harder, harder, someone urged her. She grunted with each stroke. She watched droplets of sweat drip down her stomach, her thighs, and her pussy.

Her arm started to tire, but she thrust harder. Her pussy throbbed, started to get sore, but she went on. Her face twisted with animalistic growls, and she felt herself rising towards her orgasm.

She rode it hard, and her body shook from the force of it. Her clenched muscles expelled the dildo from her, and it hit the mirror. As the dildo bounced off the mirror, Marjorie thought she glimpsed something, a shadow in the corner. Impossible, but she saw a speck of darkness appear and then disappear. Maybe she was lightheaded from the orgasm, but she knew what she saw.

Marjorie stayed home most days and practiced with more toys. She bathed herself after every session, so she could always be fresh and clean. She lived on Gatorade and low sodium crackers. She admired the way her skeleton appeared beneath her pale flesh. Her hair started falling out, so she cut it short in a pixie cut. She had never looked better. She had never felt better.

Some days she played with her toys for hours at a time. Once she passed out from the exhaustion. When she woke up, she applied more lube to her toy and continued. Her orgasms were endless, and she craved more.

Time became meaningless. She went out only when she was out of Gatorade. Her landlord came by a few times to say angry words. She ran out of money because of her growing toy collection. The final time she answered the door nude with a ball gag in her mouth. Her landlord grew pale and walked away.

Life went on. Marjorie only cared about one thing: his pleasure. When she woke up, her only thoughts were of the man in the mirror. When she went to bed, she hoped that she would see in her dreams. She sensed his presence, but she never saw his face. It didn't matter; looks were incidental. 

She never wore clothes when she was home. Her constant wetness pleased her. When she first started using her toys, she shaved her pussy bare. She loved how slick and smooth it felt, how wet it would get. Now all she had to do was look into the mirror, press her thighs together, and she would come. Now she screamed out loud every time she came. The neighbors never complained.

With each orgasm, she craved more intensity. She didn't say it out loud, but she wanted to feel a real cock. A thick hard cock working in and out of her, pounding her, slamming over and over into her. She wanted human contact, but she didn't say it out loud. 

One night Marjorie bathed and went out in the evening. Her pussy was soaking wet, but her various playthings didn't fulfill her anymore. She felt she was betraying her fantasy man, but she needed more. She stumbled into the closest, darkest bar she could find. She found a lonely man and smiled demurely until he offered to buy her a drink. She hated vodka, but she drank several vodka cocktails. The vodka burned her stomach, but the fire in her pussy wouldn't go away.

The lonely man followed her outside the bar and into her apartment. He noticed the dirty clothes piled in the corner, the empty bottles, dust everywhere. But he didn't say anything. She held his hand and led him to a chair in front of the mirror. She was too skinny, a little ugly, but so horny. He liked that. He let her unzip his pants and closed his eyes when she slid his cock into her mouth. The bitch was cock hungry, and he liked that. He didn't think he could, but he got rock hard.

Her head bobbed up and down on his shaft. She spit onto his head and stroked him with her hand for a few minutes. She licked up and down his shaft. She took his balls into her mouth. He watched the back of her head in the mirror. She sucked him like she was starving. Her mouth stayed so wet and hot.

He wanted some pussy and commanded she take off her dress. Instead she straddled him and rubbed her wet pussy on him. His hand went underneath her dress. Damn she was bony, but her pussy was hot and wet. Maybe it was better that she kept on the dress. Her pussy slid down onto his cock, and she started rocking. She wasn't much of a looker, but she fucked like a true slut. She grunted every time his cock slid into her, and the sounds were turning him on. He could feel his balls get slick with her juices.

He watched her butt bob up and down. He grabbed her hips and lifted her up and down onto his cock. Fuck, she was so skinny. He didn't notice it before, but the mirror was filthy. There was one particular smudge in the corner. From his angle, it looked like a dark hand imprint or maybe the shadow of a closed fist.

He was close to coming, and he closed his eyes. He was really pounding the hell out of her. He'd never been so hard in his life. Her pussy was milking his cock, and he was going to come deep inside her. 

He didn't see the dark object hit his temple. His head hit the back of the chair with a thump. The blood from his wound trickled onto the floor.

Marjorie moved fast. She clicked the steel ring around the base of his cock. When she saw that it would stay hard, she slid his body off the chair. She removed her dress because she was covered in sweat and blood. She faced the mirror and mounted him, reverse cowgirl style.

She rode him hard, grimacing as the cock ring dug into her pubic bone. She slammed herself onto his cock over and over. Her tiny breasts bounced up and down as she thrust herself onto him. She came once, then again, but she didn't stop. Her pussy was sore, and her clit was raw from her fingers. 

She didn't stop. She rested her forearms on the floor and let him fuck her doggie style. She noticed the dark spot in the corner of the mirror, and she knew. Her hand reached up and grabbed her hair. The mirror was right in front of her. She was fucking another cock, but she really wanted him. She wanted him now. A hand clutched the back of her head and tried to force her to the other side.

That's how they found her. On all fours, hunched over the cock of a still man, her face covered with slashes. She had bits of broken mirror sticking out of her face. One sliver got her right in the eye, but she was still smiling. She was smiling and fucking, and she never let him go.



Mirror Image



This is a re-working of a classic as suggested by loves_sg1


More than one pair of appreciative eyes took in the agitated young man clearly waiting for an incoming flight, but his own anxious, jade orbs were oblivious to them all. If he was not staring at the board checking that there was no delay on the flight he awaited, he was looking at his watch. He began to pace a little, eyes flitting from his watch to the board as the arrival time became imminent. The moment the board indicated the plane had arrived, his eyes fixated on where the passengers would start to come through.

It did not take long for his vigilance to be rewarded. A wheelchair soon became visible, pushed by a member of the plane's crew. It seemed to take an eternity for them to reach him.

"Sorry, bro."

"I'm just glad you're ok, Leon."

The Flight Attendant who had been pushing the chair stared at the two young men as they hugged. Twins. He might have been looking at a mirror's reflection from the thick, golden-brown hair to the small beauty mark just to the side of their full, sensual mouths. 

"You must be Noel," he said."

"It's pronounced Nole, not No-el," came the automatic reply without Noel even looking away from where he fussed around his brother.

The other man saw Leon's wink. It was obviously a mistake many made with the name.

"Are you alright if I leave now, Leon?" he asked, certain of the reply.

"Sure, my baby brother'll take good care of me, won't you, Noel?"

"Of course I will. Thank you."

The Steward received twin smiles, identical in their brilliance, as he looked towards the brothers.

"That's great. Thank you for flying with us and I hope we made your journey as comfortable as it could be in the circumstances."

"Fault was all mine. The flight was great. Thanks for looking after me."

The Attendant watched for a few seconds as Noel fussed over his wheelchair-bound brother. He saw him check that the leg encased in a plaster cast from ankle to knee was comfortable as was the casted wrist. He smiled. He was sure his charge was in good hands and hurried back to join the rest of his cabin crew.

****

The journey home was mostly silent. Noel focused on the drive, trying to ensure he jolted his brother as little as possible and Leon was lost in thought. Occasionally Leon glanced furtively at his brother. He knew what he was going to ask of Noel would be difficult for his younger twin. However, he was equally sure Noel could do it. He just needed the right way of asking.

When they got home, Noel fussed around his brother, making sure Leon was comfortable and hurried into the kitchen to make drinks. As he flicked on the kettle he stared at his shaking hands. Seeing Leon with the casts brought home how easily the skiing accident could have been so much worse than a fractured ankle and dislocated wrist. Just six to eight weeks in plaster, at most, and Leon would be no worse for wear. At least, that is what he had been assured by the Orthopaedic Surgeon over the phone.

"Noel, could you come here, please."

At his brother's voice Noel whirled and rushed back into their living room.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. Come here, bro," Leon said softly. His brother had been too quiet and the older twin knew that Noel was holding back. As Noel sat next to him, Leon drew the younger man into a gentle hug.

"I'm an idiot. You were right. I should have cancelled the trip. But I am ok." He kept hold as he felt the tremors that told him that Noel's tenuous grip of his emotions was finally breaking. "Just let it out, bro. I'm fine, we're fine."

"I'm ok," Noel whispered. He knew everything was alright and took a couple of wavering breaths. The last thing he needed was an asthma attack.

"Look at me," Leon murmured. He smiled into the face that he knew as well as his own. The mirror image was always a reassurance for them both, even from childhood. "Better?" he asked as he could see Noel visibly calm.

"Yeah, sorry," Noel whispered.

"I need you to do something that's important for me, for us," Leon continued as Noel finally drew back to smile at him.

"Anything, you know that," Noel said earnestly.

"There's no way I can start my six month placement with Celestin Fashions. Not like this. I need you to be me for six weeks or so."

"I can't..." Noel began to object, but Leon interjected quickly to stem the flow.

"You can. It's something we've done before and we've never been caught. We both know that if I hadn't been the selfish half of the family you wouldn't have had to care for mom and dad on your own a few weeks back. We both know because of that you picked up their flu bug. I could have lost you when it went straight to your chest and became pneumonia. You were in hospital three days."

"It was a precaution more than anything," Noel demurred.

"You never said you were ill when I texted to say Celestin had an internship up for grabs," Leon continued. "I went ahead and applied not knowing you were too sick. I could have submitted yours if I'd known. If it had been a choice between the two of us you would have got it. You've always drooled over Celestin and his Fashion House, just like I have Madeleine. I'm doing this internship for the experience, nothing more, and you know I was going to drop your name as much as possible. Look at it this way, you get an opportunity to see the place and people first hand. Learn their likes and dislikes. I'll still push you for a stint there when my internship ends and you'll know the place to be able to tailor an application. It works for both of us, bro."

Looking into his brother's eager face, Noel knew he had capitulated even before he said 'yes'. Leon had always been the leader. From the two minute difference in their births, through infancy, childhood and, even now, he could still get Noel to fall in with his plans. On the other hand If Noel needed him Leon would drop anything and everything. He gave a sigh.

"You're sure this won't bite us in the ass?" he asked, tilting his head to the left. He smiled as Leon unconsciously duplicated the movement, but to his right.

"How can it? We're both excellent designers. You can come home and discuss everything with me. No one can tell us apart. No problem."

"No problem," Noel echoed. 

****

Noel wished he felt more comfortable in Leon's clothes, but they were always just that bit too tight or too flashy for his tastes. Leon was a natural-born extrovert. However, Noel liked to melt more into the background. It was going to be a little difficult to imitate his more gregarious older brother, but he hoped that anything like that would simply be put down to 'newbie' nerves. 

"Leon? Leon Dancer."

The full name caught Noel's attention and he turned quickly. He immediately recognised Paytah. He was Celestin's right-hand man and had been for years. Paytah was half-blood native-American and his heritage was reflected in the dark skin and poker-straight, black hair.

"Sorry," Noel offered as he hurried over. Rumour in the trade was that Paytah and Celestin both were hard, but fair, taskmasters and neither tolerated fools. He would have to step up his game to avoid slip-ups over the name. "Just taking it all in," he added as he came alongside the older man.

Paytah looked over the newcomer. Something about the young man was setting off his alarm bells. He had no idea what it could be. Just something seemed off-kilter about the younger man. He pushed it out of his mind. He let his subconscious work on it. He was far more likely to find the answer that way than if he stewed over it. He gave a swift smile of welcome.

"Understandable. Celestin is away today and tomorrow. That gives me time to get you set up and looking through the projects with me that need completion. Celestin rewards diligence and commitment. He'll push hard and so will I, but it will make you all the better at the end. Who knows, there may even be a position available when the internship come to an end."

"Thanks. I promise I'll work hard and learn fast," Noel said. Just to be able to spend time learning from Celestin was a dream come true for him. He would push himself to achieve any goal that was set. He could easily chat things over with Leon at home.

Following the older man Noel's eyes roved everywhere as he soaked up the atmosphere. There was a large room with a mixed group who were busy with draft-boards, materials and models. Soft, low-key music in the background and a continual murmur of voices and material being swirled around was dominant.

"These are some of our current designers," Paytah said. "There are some who are working in other offices here or at home and a couple are abroad on assignments. You'll be with another intern.

The excitement Noel felt was tempered by the knowledge that it was only going to be fleeting for him and that he was only there because Leon was hurt. He tried not to let it dampen his enthusiasm. He had to make a good impression for his brother's sake. He knew that Leon was a good designer and he was pleased for his brother. But he could not help but wish he had got a placement with Madeleine rather than Celestin. 

It had been a long-standing dream for Noel to work in Celestin Fashion. It was ironic to him that the two fashion houses were bitter rivals, yet he and his brother each wanted to work in one or the other. It could prove interesting if they both got their wishes. He stopped as Paytah indicated an open doorway.

The young man sitting at the draft-board looked up and it seemed to Noel as if he was being stripped as the gaze raked over his body. He would have estimated the other man was a couple of years older, mid to late twenties perhaps; his dark eyes, however, seemed older. His chestnut-brown hair was fashionably styled, combed forward and gelled into wisps around his face and he wore black jeans with a red shirt.

"This is Darren. Darren this is Leon Dancer. He's the other intern and will be working in this office with you, although you won't be collaborating. You'll each have your own portfolio. I'm taking Leon on a quick tour and then to my office to discuss what's expected of him."

"Of course, Paytah."

Paytah was impressed with his charge's attention to detail and reiteration of what was needed for the assignment he set. His brow furrowed a little. When interviewing Leon, he had got the impression of a young man who often just 'went with the flow'. However the way a check list was immediately created to ensure everything was listed and prioritised to achieve Leon's goal seemed a little at odds with his perception. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Of course Leon was new and would want to make an impression. 

Celestin and Madeleine were the two biggest fashion houses in the area and had many young men and women who desperately wanted to join the teams. There was no guarantee of a permanent contract at the end of internships, but if he and Celestin saw talent, commitment and a desire to work hard to achieve dreams, they would often offer a job to an intern.

"You happy with that, Leon?" he asked, smiling as he watched the way the younger man chewed thoughtfully at his pencil.

"Oh, yes, thank you," Noel smiled, remembering to react to his brother's name. He was to design a one of a kind outfit for an upcoming show and already several ideas were in his head. 

****

The room he was to share was empty when he returned and so Noel instantly set himself up the way he wanted, careful to ensure he did not encroach into his workmate's space. He gave a wrinkle of his nose. It seemed the other man was untidy to say the least. Part-sketched designs were scattered around the floor and several crumpled offerings had been made to the bin behind where Darren sat. Noel glanced at the draft-board. It seemed to him that Darren seemed to be lacking inspiration on whatever project he had been given.

Noel was not normally given to being overly cautious about his work, but something about the other man had been niggling since they met. He suddenly did not want Darren seeing his thoughts for his own project. Instead of a dress, Noel sketched a skirt and top. He would work with Leon on the real outfit from their home.

"Back at last. You took your time."

Blinking in surprise, Noel stared as Darren came in. He felt as if the dark eyes of the older man were undressing him as they lingered firstly over the small nubs of his nipples, which had peaked due to the cool of the air conditioning, and then at his groin. He hopped onto his stool to angle his body away from the unwanted attention.

"There were a few things that Paytah wanted to discuss," Noel said. He gave a mental frown. He did not owe this man any explanations. "Not that it impacts on you," he added.

"Discuss? Is that the word now?" Darren smirked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" demanded Noel, not liking the insinuation or the tone.

"Why do you really think you got the placement? Wasn't talent. Celestin has a big thing for pretty boys. That probably swung it for you as soon as he saw you."

"I got this because of the quality of my designs and how well I interviewed," Noel retaliated, angry for his brother. 

"Of course you did," Darren sneered. "I know I did. Celestin was away when I was interviewed. But if you think that getting on all fours and wagging your tight ass or laying back and spreading your legs will get you anywhere you'll be sadly mistaken. Celestin got burned a while back. 'Look don't touch' seems to be his motto."

"If you think so little of him, why are you here?" snapped Noel. He was becoming more unsettled in Darren's company.

"He's still one of the best. For now. Reached his pinnacle and the Star is on the wane. Madeleine is going to be the House to get into. I'm here for what I can get out of the experience. I'm not looking to stay."

Noel bit back the retort about Darren being so mercenary as he realised that the man he was meant to be was no different. Leon did not want a career with Celestin. The internship was nothing more to Leon than a stepping stone. He gave a mental sigh. Being his brother was going to be far more difficult than he thought. 

****

Sitting comfortably, Leon listened to Noel's first day and about the design needed for his assignment.

"Whatever you want, bro," he said encouragingly. 

"It should be yours," Noel replied. "You'll get the credit for it anyway," he added, trying not to sound disappointed.

"You design it. Once I'm there and chatting to people I'll make sure everyone knows that we collaborated on the design."

Leon's encouragement and enthusiasm over Noel's ideas for the project quickly had the younger twin focussed on the work he needed to do and pushing all thoughts about what would happen when Leon was fit out of his mind. It was something that, if he was honest, he did not want to think about.

****

Juggling his latest sketch in one hand and a couple of swathes of cloth in the other, Noel was not paying attention as he made his way back to his office. With a yelp he collided with an unyielding object and bounced backwards. He fully expected to end up on his ass but strong arms caught him and steadied him. He stared at his benefactor.

Celestin was a couple of years short of forty, but could easily pass for in his early thirties. His silver-blond hair was spiked and gelled, there were just a few lines around his arctic-blue eyes and his body was solidly muscled. Noel knew Celestin's colouring was due to a Scandinavian mother and that the older man ran and swam as part of a regular fitness regime. He felt like a tongue-tied idiot as he tried to mumble coherent thanks.

"Watch where you're going," Celestin said. "I don't want any accidents. It's Leon isn't it?"

"Sorry, um, yes," Noel replied, feeling his cheeks begin to burn. Another part of his body also felt an onrush of blood and Noel was grateful that Celestin released him to step back and look at him before any errant behaviour in his lower body caused even greater embarrassment.

"I'll catch up with you at the end of your first week. Paytah will keep me appraised till then."

"Of course," Noel said.

Noel knew a lot about Celestin. He had researched as much on the man, his designs, his lifestyle, as he could. In truth he still had the same crush on the older man that had started in his late teens. He became aware of the raised eyebrow and wry grin and realised he was staring. He was just glad he was not drooling. He ducked his head, feeling the blush snake up from his throat. He always blushed so easily. He wished he was more blasé like Leon. His twin would probably be carrying on a sophisticated conversation by now.

"I'll be more careful. I'm sorry, Mr LaCroix."

"Call me Celestin, Leon. All my staff here is on a first name basis and I'm no different with my people."

"Thank you," Noel murmured. "I'll get back to my office," he added, desperate to get away before he could make any more of a fool of himself. As he hurried down the corridor he did not see the older man's eyes following his every move.

For a couple of seconds Celestin stared at the empty corridor and then he shook his head. He needed to speak to Paytah

****

Darren looked over at Noel as he came into his office. He was beginning to hate being in the company of the other man.

"The look of the well-shagged," Darren drawled sardonically. "Find a nice empty closet somewhere did you?"

"You have a filthy mind and even filthier mouth," Noel growled. The barking laugh grated on his nerves, but he forced himself to pay no more heed. 

His real design was almost complete. He was going to create the dress at home. He was sure that some of the designs that he had left in the shared room had been tampered with. Darren seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time hanging around the other designers and Noel saw little of the older man's own work. He gave a wince as he realised that the strip of sequinned material he wanted to use to create a flower was with his other stuff. He had no intention of leaving the real material he wanted to use and so purposely left some washed-out denim and cheesecloth on his board, but took the other materials with him.

****

"Leon, I'd like a word with you."

Paytah's voice had Noel jump as he tucked his materials safely into his portfolio case. He had not heard the other man come into the room.

"Of course," he smiled. "Is everything ok?" he added, suddenly worried he might have done something not quite right.

"You tell me," Paytah countered. "I've seen your draft sketches, but little's been done with them for a couple of days. You've taken several swatches of material, a couple are on your drafts board, but the swathes are not in your room. Is there a problem?"

Ducking his head, Noel could feel the blush start.

"I've been working more on it at home," he confessed.

"There's no problem with that, Leon," Paytah said carefully. "But is there a reason?"

"Darren seems to pay too much attention to...to what I do," Noel stuttered.

"And to you personally?" queried the older man.

"I don't know, maybe," Noel hedged. The last thing he needed was to create a potential problem in work for his brother when they swapped back into their real lives.

"Leave it with me," Paytah said. "I'll be watching. But if he says or does anything that makes you uncomfortable you come straight to me. Understand?"

"I understand," Noel smiled. "Thanks."

"Work is supposed to be a safe environment for everyone. I don't like bullies, however they operate. And I don't like dishonesty. Take your stuff and finish for the day. I'll let Celestin know you've gone home."

"Ok," Noel said. He would be working at home, so he did not feel he was taking undue advantage.

****

Leon was surprised to see his brother home early, but happily accepted Noel's slightly edited version of events. Noel concluded by explaining that he was going to work on a first creation of the outfit itself.




Mirror Image



"If you need a hand with anything you give me a shout," Leon smiled, ruffling his brother's hair affectionately.

"Sure thing," Noel replied.

Safely in his room, Noel gave a deep sigh. Juggling his life to be someone else was taking a big toll. Part of him would be glad when he no longer had to pretend to be his own brother, but part would miss the camaraderie of those he already liked. 

He began to undress, peeling off the layers of clothing as if to reveal his true self underneath. He stood in front of his mirror seeing an image that was both his and his brother's. He went to his bed and, sitting on the edge, rummaged in his bedside table's drawer. He pulled out a slender silicone dildo, a hand towel and a tube of lube. He stretched back, leaving the pale-blue toy on the towel where it could easily be reached and dabbed some of the cool, viscous gel onto his fingers.

Settling more comfortably, Noel let one hand drift over his nipples, pinching gently as the other toyed at his entrance, rubbing the furled flesh. He gave a sigh as his finger penetrated him. He let it slide in and out, coating and stimulating his inner walls. He gave a wriggle as he added a second finger, angling the questing digits to stroke across his sweet spot. Squeezing some gel onto his other hand he began to stroke his erection. He twisted his wrist as he reached the head, flicking his thumb over the slit to encourage the pre-come.

He slid the hand down to cup his sac and rolled his balls, groaning as his arousal grew. He rubbed lube onto the toy and eased it into his body. He hitched his hips upwards and began sliding it back and forth. As he began to press the tip of the toy against his prostate, he moved his other hand faster and faster over his length, moaning and writhing as his body became lost in the sensual pleasure. One hand moving slowly and steadily, the other becoming a blur, Noel panted as he spiralled inexorably towards his release.

Muting his cry of completion, Noel felt hot come decorate his belly and chest as his channel clenched around the unyielding silicone. He milked himself, his hand knowing the exact pressure, speed and motion to use to derive the greatest pleasure. As his body still trembled from the aftershocks, Noel slid the toy from his body, dropping it back on the towel and closed his eyes. He would go and shower once he had recovered his breath. He also needed a few minutes to gather his thoughts. As he had reached his pinnacle, it had been Celestin's name he stifled and the older man's face he had seen behind his closed lids.

****

Watching Darren and Leon, Paytah's eyes narrowed at the looks Darren gave Leon when not aware he was being observed. They were a rotating mix of lasciviousness, superciliousness and envy and Paytah was not sure which grated on his nerves more. He and Celestin would look over the sketches and designs on their own a little later. For now, Leon and Paytah were just showing the completed outfits to their peers. 

He gave a frown as he seemed to recognise the skirt Paytah unveiled from a sketch he had seen on Leon's desk. True, it was not exact, but it was similar enough and the look he saw on Leon's face told him the younger man recognised it, too. It had even been made using denim and cheesecloth which were two of the swatches of material that Leon had brought and left on his drafts board. It was well received by the small audience. Paytah bristled at the smirk Darren aimed at Leon behind the other man's back.

However, at the reception to Leon's design, all of Paytah's anger was temporarily swept aside. The dress was an instant hit. A mix of pink and gold silk with a sequinned flower on one shoulder and the opposite hip, the dress seemed to move with a life of its own. Paytah grinned at the look on Darren's face and he realised that Leon had obviously kept all of his real designs for the day hidden. He nodded his approval, even though he could not be seen. The dress was the better of the two creations and would be the one they used. 

He would also be keeping a very watchful eye on Darren.

****

"Well done, Leon," Paytah said as he approached the younger man who was still grinning delightedly at the reception his dress had received.

"Thank you," Noel said breathlessly. "I'm so pleased the dress was liked."

"It was an excellent design. Of course, I'll have to discuss it with Celestin."

"Of course," Noel said, sobering a little. Celestin would have the final say, but the exhilaration from the applause still tingled through his frame.

"It was good work. I even recognised some of what I took to be your flair in Darren's offering." The words were said in a casual tone, but Paytah was watching Leon closely for his response. He saw the younger man's face pale and then flush.

"I never copied anything of his," Noel said. "Never. The dress was mine. I did leave some of my initial sketches out..." He stopped, he was beginning to wheeze. The excitement from the showing followed so swiftly by what he perceived to be an accusation against him when Darren had taken his ideas proving to be too much for him. He turned away from Paytah while he tried to bring his breathing under control. He was surprised to find strong hands rubbing at his back as he did.

"Breathe slowly, Leon. Relax. I'm not accusing you; far from it. Are you asthmatic? Do you have an inhaler? Do you need it?" Paytah recognised the signs of an imminent asthma attack and began to soothe the distressed young man. He gave a mental curse that he had upset him. He already knew Darren was the problem. 

"I'm fine," Noel husked. He focused on breathing, letting Paytah's strong hands rub soothingly. "Not an attack. I'm ok." 

"I didn't mean to make it sound as if I was accusing you," Paytah continued. "I just wondered whether you had realised just how much of your work was in what he passed off as his. You said nothing at the time."

"It would have been my word against his and I didn't want to cause any problems." That much was true. In a few short weeks, Noel would go back to being himself and the real Leon would be at Celestin Fashions. The last thing Noel wanted was to create problems for his brother.

"You can't afford to let others steal your ideas either," Paytah said. He turned Leon around to stare into the young man's eyes. "You have talent. Your dress will be in the exhibition that Celestin's arranging for the end of next month as well as the show it was designed for."

"I...I don't know what to say," Noel said. He was honestly stunned. He had been pleased with the dress, but an exhibition, too?

"I'm switching where you work. There's a tiny office, not much space, but you can keep it locked rather than do all your work at home," Paytah added.

"Thank you," Noel said, his face pinking. "He would still have to take his work home to ensure Leon was up to date with it.

****

Celestin was not happy to hear that Paytah believed Darren had taken ideas from Leon. He paced up and down his office, almost prowling, as he processed what the other man had said.

"So you've moved Leon. What about Darren?"

"Told him that I expected a lot more from him of the same calibre," Paytah said. "I never said a word about moving Leon. When he asked I told Darren that I could change anyone's workplace any time I chose."

"Fine," Celestin nodded. "I'd like to speak to Leon myself. Can you send him over?"

As Celestin waited for Leon to arrive, he continued to pace. He glanced over at the tap to his door.

"Come in," he called out. He smiled reassuringly as the younger man entered. "I thought it was time for us to have a chat. I have your designs here," he added, indicating papers that covered his desk. He waited for the younger man to join him, standing close. 

They bent over in tandem as Celestin began to indicate a design, advising where he thought the younger man could focus to improve. As Celestin put away one sheet and half-turned to select another, he bumped into Noel who had moved to get a better view.

They stood, face to face, unmoving. Celestin found himself moving without conscious thought. The younger man was so close, so beautiful, smelled so good. He leaned closer. His eyes seemed fixated by the perfect lips and the small beauty mark to their right. He closed the distance and their lips met.

Noel was stunned. Then he felt Celestin's tongue seeking entrance. He opened his mouth and moaned as a talented tongue slid inside tasting him. Noel could hardly believe this was happening. He wanted this so badly. He reached to hold the older man, pressing himself against Celestin.

Celestin heard a moan but neither knew nor cared who had made the sound. Their tongues were dancing and swirling around against each other. Celestin only pulled back when the need for oxygen forced them apart. He looked at the younger man to see entrancingly beautiful emerald eyes darkened with desire. He shook himself. What on Earth was he thinking? He could not let this happen to him again. Unthinkingly he shoved the other man away, barely registering the flash of pain on the younger man's face.

Noel felt the edge of Celestin's desk score down his back as he was violently pushed from the older man's arms. He could see the look on Celestin's face; it was as if he was looking as something fascinating but deadly and that hurt Noel even more than the physical throb that had taken residence in his back.

"I didn't mean for that to happen," Celestin said his voice cold and clipped.

"I didn't mind," Noel replied, unsure what else to say. 

"It was a mistake, one that won't be repeated."

"What did I do?" Noel was confused.

"I'm not looking for a quick tumble. I don't do one night stands. I don't want to bed every man who makes himself available to me."

"Is that what you think? That I just let every man I meet take me to his bed? You were the one who kissed me," Noel said. He felt as if someone had slapped him.

Knowing he was wrong did not stop Celestin's anger welling up and spilling out. It was easier to lash out than explain. His voice became harder and his blue eyes like glaciers.

"I didn't mean to. You were right in my face. You wanted more. I made a slip. I never go after anyone for a quick tumble and I don't go for cheap tricks."

The angry tirade only stopped when Celestin heard the shocked gasp and choked-off sob. He hated himself when he saw the immensely hurt look on the younger man's face. No it was more than that. He looked devastated. Celestin abortively reached out a hand but it fell to his side when the other man physically flinched away from him as if afraid of being struck. He felt as if a knife was twisting in his heart.

"Leon..." he began, but before he could say anything more, the young man had run from the room, choked sounds of grief in his wake.

Paytah saw his protégé flee from Celestin's office and took off at a run himself. He detoured to glare angrily at Celestin, silently demanding an explanation.

"I kissed him," Celestin said, his voice a dry croak. "Then I pushed him away. I said things...I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologise to me. Save it for the one who deserves it." His own office was opposite and Paytah ran in, rummaging in his bottom drawer. Amongst the pain killers, sticking plaster and other small first aid items he pulled out a ventilator. He hoped he would not need it. There was a male restroom just down the hall and he hoped that would be where he found the distressed young man. The sounds of laboured breathing as he opened the door told Paytah he was right. 

Noel gripped the sink tightly, desperately trying to catch his breath, but his lungs seemed to refuse to cooperate. His ventilator was in his bag in his office. He rarely got attacks as bad as this. However, the highs and lows plus his upset from Celestin's brutal rejection had taken their toll. He felt strong arms turn him and a small object was pressed into his hand. Instantly recognising it, he gratefully accepted and shook it, positioned it at his mouth and depressed. He took a deep breath as he pressed, feeling the fine, misty spray. 

He did not resist as strong arms slid around his waist, urging him to lean against a broad chest. He leaned, letting the litany of soothing words simply wash over him, uncaring of what was actually said. It was so similar to what Leon would do when he was recovering from the pneumonia and its after-effects. Slowly he began to breathe more easily.

"Thank you," he husked.

"Why didn't you declare you were asthmatic on your application?" asked Paytah. "It wouldn't have gone against you."

"Didn't think," Noel obfuscated. 

"You ok now?" Paytah turned the younger man in his arms and searched the undeniably beautiful face. He got a smile and nod. "Celestin is sorry. He fell heavily for a young man a couple of years back. Armand was talented, beautiful and seemed as equally smitten with Celestin. However, he was also arrogant, self-centred, amoral and unscrupulous. He was offered a more tempting contract by Madeleine and just walked out on Celestin. His parting gesture was to tell him that all it had been for Armand was a 'bit of fun with an older guy'. It hurt Celestin badly. He thought Armand loved him." Paytah gave a sigh and shook his head.

"And now?" asked Noel. 

"He's been lonely for two years and then you walked in. He says he felt something between the two of you the time you and he bumped into one another in the corridor. He doesn't know why he felt nothing during your interview, but it's been simmering since that incident. I knew it as soon as I saw you and him together the other day."

"I'm not a one-night-stand type," Noel said angrily. "I never have been and I'm not starting with Celestin."

"Come with me," Paytah urged. "Let him apologise and see where things go from there."

****

To his surprise, Noel had found Celestin to be genuinely sorry and the older man had publicly apologised for his behaviour in front of Paytah. Noel had then been invited out for a meal at an exclusive French restaurant as part of the apologies. Tonight was the night and he had agonised over what to wear. Leon thought it was a working dinner and Noel hated not being fully honest with his brother. Part of him knew he should not be encouraging Celestin. Another part, the dominant part, kept finding excuses to continue.

Hands on hips, he stared at the myriad items of clothing on his bed; shirts, trousers, jeans all scrutinised and all temporarily rejected. He did not want to wear something of Leon's. He wanted at least this much to be all him. He fingered a dark-green silk shirt. Holding it against his bare chest he gazed critically into the full-length mirror. He liked the feel of the material and the green emphasised his eyes. At least that was sorted. He shoved the jeans aside. He could not wear them to the kind of restaurant Celestin was treating him to. 

He pulled a pair of black trousers from the pile. They had been a gift from Leon although Noel rarely wore them as they were tight enough to appear sprayed on. There was just the tiniest hint of sparkle about them and Noel found himself pulling them on. He stared at himself once more. They displayed his assets at the front and emphasised his tight rear. He reached for the shirt. Taking a deep breath, Noel headed out to his brother.

"Killer, bro," Leon said encouragingly. "You'll turn heads tonight. Any idea what time you'll be home? Or shouldn't I ask? No, no," he added as Noel blushed crimson. "Look if you find the need to...stay over anywhere, just text and let me know. Otherwise I'll be tracking you down. You know I'd do it to make sure you were ok."

"I know and I love you, too, big brother," Noel smiled. "I'll make sure I let you know what's happening," he promised.

****

The restaurant was every bit as up-market and exclusive as he had heard. Taking a fortifying breath, Noel resolutely stepped into the establishment to be greeted by an immaculate Maître'd. 

"I believe there is a booking for two under the name Celestin," Noel said, trying to keep his voice steady. He did not think he had seen so many exclusive, expensive gowns or pieces of jewellery outside of the haute couture designers or the shops that retailed them.

"Indeed. If you will follow me, sir?" The maître d led the way deeper into the restaurant. Open tables became scarcer as booths took prominence. He was escorted to a comfortable booth with a circular table flanked by a thickly-padded leather seat. Celestin was already there and Noel felt his cheeks redden at the appreciative look that he received from the older man.

"Sit down, Leon," Celestin encouraged. The boy looked good enough to eat, the meal would not compare to the taste that Celestin remembered from their one kiss. He was still unsure about his real motives for the evening. He truly did want to make amends for the hurtful things he had said. He was also very attracted to the younger man, despite all his misgivings. "Here's the menu. Choose anything you like. I eat here regularly and knew the prices well before offering to bring you here so don't let them put you off. The food is excellent and so is the service. Please relax and enjoy."

In the end, Celestin ordered for both of them. On finding they shared a passion for shellfish; the older man ordered several dishes to share. Noel had tried to keep the blush from his cheeks as Celestin had queried the freshness before placing his order: a dozen oysters on the half-shell, Moules à la Marinière and Lobster Thermidor. He also requested a large, green salad with separate vinaigrette as an accompaniment. Well-chilled, crisp, dry Chablis accompanied the meal. Even though Noel tried to refuse, Celestin insisted they conclude the meal with crêpes Suzette, the restaurant's signature dish and cooked to order at the table.

Noel was sipping at cognac, served in warmed brandy balloons, when Celestin suddenly broke the comfortable silence.

"Will you come home with me for a night-cap?" he asked.

Noel looked over at the older man. It was something he knew would be exceedingly foolish, but he heard himself agreeing. 

He had enough presence of mind to text Leon and tell his protective brother that he would be staying over at a friend's house. If Celestin did not want him to spend the night, he could get a taxi home and come up with something Leon would believe, but he hoped that would not be necessary.

****

Ushered into the exclusive apartment block, Noel stared at the beautiful, art deco stained glass. He wondered if it was genuine or a very good imitation. Not given too much time to stop and admire, he was soon whisked away to the elevator. 

As they stepped out onto the floor of Celestin's apartment, Noel did not know whether he was relieved or disappointed that the older man had made no move to kiss him. There was only the one apartment per floor and Noel felt his cheeks flush as Celestin opened the door, flicked on a light and then stood back to let him enter first.

The living room was spacious, but to Noel's eye it was also Spartan. The walls were cream with just a couple of large-framed paintings of modern abstract works. One was hung in the centre of the room and consisted of varying shades of blues and gold. It was also home to a luxurious couch and large comfortable chairs in midnight blue with gold cushions. To his left was an open-plan kitchen which looked bright, but almost sterile, in white and silver. On the right there was a door leading to where Noel assumed would be the bathroom and bedrooms. That side of the room was also the dining area. A large, well-polished table and six chairs with green and gold seats and dominated the space and on that wall the other art-work in greens and gold. It was very tasteful, but looked almost unlived in. 




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"This doesn't reflect anything of you, Celestin," Noel murmured as the older man came to stand beside him.

"Most of my personal stuff is actually in my weekend home. That's the one I really call home," Celestin nodded. The boy was quick. As he turned to say something else, Celestin could not help but take the lithe form into his arms. They kissed slowly and gently. It was just an aperitif for Celestin, it served to whet his appetite for more. He sought the tempting lips, one hand moving to cup the back of the younger man's head, the other to splay at the base of his spine and pull him closer.

A soft moan that was not from pleasure escaped the lips he possessed and Celestin released the other man instantly.

"I'm sorry," Noel said. "My back's a little sore."

Instantly contrite, Celestin took Leon to stand by the large couch.

"Wait here, Mon Petit," 

He came back within a minute, spread out a large, thick towel and showed the younger man a bottle of massage oil.

"Let me take care of you," he whispered. Celestin watched as Leon lay down on the couch and he smiled. Carefully, he straddled Leon's hips, one knee between the younger man and the back of the couch and the other on the edge. Gently, he pushed the shirt up, exposing bruised and scraped skin that marred an otherwise unblemished lower back. Closing his eyes for a moment, remembering he was the cause of the hurt, Celestin then poured oil onto his hands. He rubbed them together to ensure the oil was warmed and then slowly brushed them over the younger man's back.

Deciding he could work better without the shirt, he encouraged Leon to lift his upper body just enough to slide the shirt over his head. Leaning forward again, Celestin spread his hands flat against Leon's shoulder blades and then moved downward to his lower back and then back up. Slowly, his hands caressed the younger man and he was powerless against the burgeoning arousal from the actions. The feeling of soft, warm skin was almost too much. He could see the scrape and bruise went beneath the waistband of the pants that inhibited any further inspection.

"I'm so sorry, Mon Petit," he whispered. "I never meant to hurt you. Let me see how bad it is."

Noel knew he should refuse, tell Celestin it was fine. Anything other than slide a hand down to the button of his pants and push it through the hole; anything other than manoeuvring the zipper down. It seemed as if his hands were working without the conscious control of his mind as he pushed at the pants to a low groan from the older man. If he had not already gotten hard from the touches and Celestin's proximity, he would from that sound.

At the sight of the blemished skin and the lush, peachy mounds now exposed to his ravenous gaze, Celestin heard a groan but was beyond the ability to know who was responsible. He shifted back a little so he could bend forward. His lips danced over the marred skin, his tongue painting a design of desire. He could feel the boy's attempts to push back towards his tantalising tongue as he circled the hidden opening. At the silent invitation, he eased the alluring cheeks apart and bathed the revealed skin with tiny kitten licks, each soft cry of pleasure making his own shaft jolt and weep tears of need.

"I have to be honest and say that I'd rather do more than give you a simple back rub," he whispered hoarsely. He knew he should not, but it seemed that his brain was no longer in control.

"I'd like that," Noel said softly, blushing at his boldness, but wanting more, wanting to be closer to Celestin.

Celestin smiled encouragingly as he adjusted his stance allowing the younger man to roll under him. He stared into the verdant eyes before leaning down and pressing his lips to the full, perfect pink ones that silently beckoned. Incredibly he felt a wave of both desire and contentment wash over him. Then all thought fled as the lips parted under his and granted him access to the warm, wet cavern beyond. His tongue slipped past soft lips and smooth teeth to dance with the shyer muscle it encountered. Celestin's blood rushed hotly through his veins, the boy was perfect.

Before Noel could think about consequences, his arms were wrapped around Celestin and their mouths were sealed together. It was unlike any kiss he had ever known. Suddenly, he was no longer nervous, shy, or worried about moving too fast. He felt at home in Celestin's arms. Noel vaguely noticed that the soft moans that filled the room were his own as Celestin's tongue gently explored his mouth. After long moments, Noel's tongue slid forward to do the same.

"Come with me, Mon Petit," Celestin husked. He stood and held out his hand to lead the way to his bedroom. They stopped beside the bed and he removed his shirt before taking the younger man into his arms, their bare chests pressed tightly together. They kissed again, this time the kiss was searing, and sent fire crackling through their veins. 

As they parted for breath, Celestin's hands traced over smooth skin and taut muscles. A small smile curved his lips as he looked at his lover. He was perfect. Celestin's hands mapped the contours of the smooth, youthful chest, feeling heat and a rapid heartbeat against his palms. Licking his lips he whispered. 

"You are so gorgeous," the words came out unconsciously, reflecting Celestin's innermost feelings.

"I was thinking the same about you," Noel blushed. "I have always thought you the most beautiful man I'd ever seen in my life." 

His gaze was caught and held by Celestin's as the older man moved a hand down to the unfastened opening of his lover's pants. It slipped inside to wrap around the arousal it found and squeezed gently as his own organ twitched eagerly in anticipation. 

"You have no idea how much I want you," Celestin murmured huskily. Breaking their gaze, he moved closer and fastened his lips to the juncture of his lover's neck and shoulder, revelling in the taste of the man in his arms. He was enchanted by the blush on the younger man's cheeks.

Noel moaned softly as the warm, strong hand wrapped around his aching shaft and began to stroke him as warm lips moved against his skin. Insistently, Celestin's hands pushed at Noel's pants until they slid down his legs. They were quickly followed by his boxers. Pulling away for only a moment, he rid himself of the rest of his clothes as Celestin did the same. Looking shyly at his lover, Celestin's hands settled at Noel's waist pulling him close and kissing him deeply, their tongues slipping together slowly as they explored.

Noel felt as if he was lost in a dream. He was almost afraid to open his eyes, but the warm, slick tongue gliding along his own and the smooth, firm flesh beneath his fingertips reassured him. As they finally parted for breath, Noel opened his eyes and smiled. 

"Please, Celestin," he whispered. "I want you inside me."

His hand was grasped once more and Celestin moved to lie on the bed, gently pulling Noel with him. His lover's hands caressed his back and then moved lower, cupping his firm globes and shifting to grind their arousals together. A low moan slipped from his lips and he tried to pull Celestin even closer. 

"Yes," Celestin whispered hotly against his lover's neck. His hands continued to move over the beautiful boy's body and he kissed his way down the smooth chest. He spent some time nibbling and licking the irresistible nipples pleased at how quickly they peaked, as if begging for more. He sat up and stared at the sight before him. His lover's lithe legs were spread wide, his shaft hard and swollen, its tip glistening with slick fluid, and his eyes dark with desire. Gorgeous. Perfect. Mine. The words echoed in Celestin's mind as his hands trailed up and down the inner thighs as his boy quivered and moaned.

"I'll be right back," Celestin whispered as he reached between his boy's legs and let his fingertips trail over the heavy sac beneath the eager arousal. Sitting up, he placed another kiss to already kiss-swollen lips and added. "Don't go away." He slid off the bed and headed into the bathroom. He did not have lube, but he did have unscented oil and a condom.

Returning swiftly, Celestin resumed his place between his boy's thighs. He rolled on the condom, watching his lover's eyes widen and darken. He kissed him deeply even as his slick fingers moved between the widely-spread legs. They began slowly circling and then dipping into the tight entrance. The heat and tightness made him openly groan. His finger pressed deeper as tight muscles clenched and released around him. His lips continued to possess the younger man's as he prepared his lover.

Noel lost himself in the kiss. As the slick finger pressed against his entrance and then slowly slid inside, his hips shifted. He could scarcely believe this was happening. A soft moan fell from his lips to be consumed by the heat of his lover's mouth. Celestin's lips possessed his own, just as the older man was preparing to possess his body. A second finger was added to the first and Noel moved his hips, urging them deeper as his hands gripped Celestin's shoulders. 

"Please," he whispered as the slick digits moved deep within his still-tight passage. "I want to feel you inside me, Celestin."

A groan escaped Celestin at the thought of the incredible, tight heat surrounding his aching arousal. Drawing back slowly, Celestin's fingers eased from his lover's body and he positioned his swollen, dripping organ against the small entrance. He pushed forward slowly, his hardness sliding sensually into the prepared channel. At the look on his lover's face, Celestin was certain that his boy had never taken another man into his body, but he was incapable of stopping now. His boy wanted him every bit as much as he wanted to possess the younger man.

It was as if he could feel the very air around them vibrate as he pushed inexorably forward until fully within his lover. He paused, allowing the younger man to adjust to the intrusion. He could feel the tremors that wracked the slighter form and he tweaked and nipped at the peaked nipples to distract his boy as the tight sheath rippled and stretched to accommodate his length and girth.

Noel panted softly. He was glad he had used toys as he was slowly stretched and filled to perfection. His inner muscles gripped at the hard organ sheathed inside him. Having Celestin fill him felt amazing. His body slowly adjusted to the desired invasion. He could feel the older man's sac resting against the curve of his cheeks. He moaned wordlessly as his body rhythmically clenched and released around the thick flesh impaling him.

"I've wanted this so much; you feel incredible," he husked.

Celestin smiled at his lover as he began to move incrementally, small undulations, just rocking back and forth. 

"Relax, Mon Petit," he urged softly. "Let me do all the work and show you how good it can be."He kissed the younger man tenderly as their bodies began to move together. Long slow strokes into the slick sheath drove Celestin towards fulfilment. Determined that his lover should enjoy the union, one of Celestin's hands slipped between them and wrapped around the leaking arousal it found.

Noel's head rocked from side-to-side in bliss as their bodies moved together. When a slick hand wrapped around his sex, he moaned deeply, instinctively pushing down on the thick organ inside him and up into the knowledgeable hand working him. His body moved faster and harder with each passing moment. He cried out Celestin's name as the older man's sex began to hit his sweet spot with every inward motion. Lights danced behind his closed lids as his breathing became shallow pants.

"Coming," he moaned as he felt Celestin thrust, impossibly deeper with each movement of his hips. "Coming, com..." He felt the swollen organ inside him press his prostrate again and he came over the hand gripping his shaft, his body jerking with the force of his release.

Celestin's wordless sounds of pleasure mingled with his lover's as muscles tightened and relaxed around him. When his lover's release came it was an incredible sight. Celestin did not want to miss any of it, but as already tight muscles clamped down around him, his own climax overtook him. With one more deep thrust he pulsed, hot and slick, within the heat of his lover's body. For the first time, Celestin was sorry he wore protection. He wanted to come inside his mate, brand the inner walls with his seed, indelibly marking his boy. However, that could wait. There would be other times, when they were both sure of what they wanted from each other.

When he finally was able to breathe normally, he let his fingers card through the damp hair on the back of his boy's neck. 

"You'll stay, won't you?" he whispered against his lover's ear.

"I'll stay," Noel said softly. He smiled at his lover as Celestin eased from his body but he could not hide the wince.

"You should have said I was your first," Celestin said, his voice dark and deep. He smiled as his boy's cheeks flamed crimson. He tossed the condom into his bin.

"I didn't want you to stop," Noel said honestly. 

"The bathroom is the next left," Celestin smiled. "We can shower together and I will help with your aches."

****

Things at work carried on with no obvious changes, except that Noel found himself kissed breathless when he was called into Celestin's office. Not that Noel was complaining. He could not get enough of the older man. Only two nights had passed since they had first made love and Noel wanted more. He was certain Leon had guessed he had done more than just 'Crashed at a friend's'. He hated not being honest with his brother and his lover. He hoped both would understand when the time came for him to confess.

He was going to be spending the night with Celestin again and he blushed furiously as Celestin's hands traced his rapidly swelling sex through the thin material of his trousers.

"Celestin, please," he murmured against the older man's neck. "I have work to do."

"I would much rather work on you," Celestin growled, his smile smug at the feel of rapidly swelling flesh. The boy was like a fire in his blood. The attraction and the feelings were even stronger than he had experienced with Armand. He swept the lithe body into his arms and ran his tongue over the alluring beauty spot, across the high cheekbones and back down to possess the irresistible lips.

Neither man heard the perfunctory knock. The door opened and Darren stood, his eyes raking over both men as he stood in the doorway. They parted quickly, Noel ducking behind Celestin's broader frame.

"Next time wait until you're invited to enter," Celestin growled angrily. The twisted smirk on Darren's face only served to increase his anger.

"Excuse me, Celestin," Darren said, his tone cool and mocking. "I didn't realise you would be so...preoccupied."

"Unless you have something urgent to discuss with me, I suggest you find Paytah," Celestin said, drawing himself to his full height and glaring at the other man.

"Sorry to have...interrupted," Darren tossed over his shoulder as he shut the door.

In a couple of long, swift strides Celestin had flicked the lock and turned back to his boy with a feral smile on his lips.

"Now we can't be disturbed," he grinned.

Out in the corridor, Darren had a grin of his own; a cruel and malicious curl of his lips in a parody of a smile. He headed to the restroom, pulling out his cell phone. He hit speed-dial and waited for the voice at the other end.

"I have some information I think you will find useful," he said.

****

Reaching his apartment, Celestin took hold of his boy's hand and led him to his bedroom. Their progress was partially impeded by kisses and touches and a trail of clothing lay discarded in their wake. Once inside both men quickly stripped away the last of their clothes before falling onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Lips sought their mates for deep, passion filled kisses. Rolling so that the slighter man was on top of him, Celestin smiled. 

"I love the way your body fits against mine. Perfectly," he whispered honestly as he gazed into glittering emerald eyes.

Noel blushed and smiled as his fingers trailed over Celestin's chest. Then he leaned in to nibble on his lover's peaked nipples.

"We do seem to fit perfectly, don't we?" he asked softly. Almost like we were made for each other. He kept the thought to himself. It was far too soon to consider a future with the older man. He still had to reveal who he really was and hoped that Celestin would forgive the duplicity. Pushing away the darker thoughts, Noel kissed a warm, wet trail across the powerful chest to suck on first the right nipple and then the left. 

The feeling of the gentle fingers and soft tongue pleasuring him sent shivers of desire through Celestin. He reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer and grasped the tube of lube that now lay now lay there, along with a condom. He heard the soft groan from his boy as he moved to lick at the swollen organ that rested against Leon's stomach. Positioning the younger man lovingly, he licked at the seeping tip of the eager erection. Slowly, tantalisingly, he lowered his lips as he slid one finger between the cleft of his lover's taut cheeks.

Gasping softly as his lover licked him, Noel's fingers sunk into Celestin's spiked hair. Within moments he was groaning deeply as Celestin's mouth lowered around his aching shaft. His breath came in soft pants as his lover took him deep into the warm cavern of his mouth. As a slick finger circled and pressed against him, Noel spread his legs wider in invitation, gasping and arching as the digit dipped inside him.

Celestin shifted his lover, unconsciously wanting more. When his beautiful boy looked up at him, Celestin felt his blood scorch through his veins from the look of desire in those verdant orbs. Celestin worked his lover's arousal with his tongue and lips. He took the engorged organ deep, swallowing around the head and pressing his tongue to the prominent vein winding its way up from root to tip. All the time, his finger moved deep inside his lover. 

He carefully added a second, giving a half-growl of pleasure as the tight muscle clenched around him. Crooking his fingers, he found and nudged his lover's sweet spot as he swallowed around his length once again. His own shaft was aching and leaking and he pulled away to look into his lover's eyes. 

"Ready, Mon Petit?" he asked as he reached down to slide on the condom and slick his length copiously with lube.

"Yes, please, Celestin. I want to feel you inside me," Noel whispered, his voice deep and husky.

Taking a pillow from the head of the bed, Celestin gently lifted his lover's hips and slid it beneath them. Placing one leg on each of his shoulders, he lined himself up. Carefully he began to push forward, groaning deeply as he immersed himself in tight heat. When he was fully sheathed, he turned his head and pressed his lips to his mate's calves. His hands stroked over firm thighs, soothing tense muscles as he waited for his lover's body to adjust. 

Once he felt the tightness ease, he carefully slid the lithe legs to wrap around his waist. He leaned forward and sealed his mouth over his lover's. He heard a wordless murmur of pleasure as he slowly rocked his hips and delved deeper inside the snug passage.

Noel moaned as Celestin's shaft slowly filled him. The feeling of completion almost overwhelmed him as Celestin paused to let him adjust to the desired intrusion. As Celestin began to move within him, Noel shifted his hips back to meet each of his lover's inward thrusts. Their bodies did fit perfectly. Their lips met once again and it seemed as if they shared their very breath as they moved in synchronised motions. 

Using his renowned control, Celestin moved slowly, thrusting in deep, withdrawing till just the head of his shaft remained inside his lover's body and then sliding slowly back in. Their kisses only stopped long enough to draw breath before recommencing with increasing fervour. Sliding one hand between them, he worked the hardness he found with long, powerful strokes, wanting the pleasure to last for both of them until they came together.




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The long, slow thrusts inexorably pushed Noel toward the edge as his lover's thick shaft moved within him. It brushed against his sweet spot only to pull back and thrust in deeper still. When Celestin's hand wrapped around his leaking arousal trapped between them, Noel moaned deeply, and thrust up into the firm grip and down to impale himself on his lover's shaft. Although their movements remained slow and steady, his heart was racing, and he felt as if they were one, single entity.

All too soon, Celestin felt his imminent climax. He pulled away from their kiss to stare down into his lover's eyes. His thrusts became deeper and erratic. He pumped the organ in his hand and he licked at his boy's neck as he continued to move his hips. 

"Come with me," he whispered raggedly. "Let go and come with me." 

Noel's body moved instinctively as their pace increased. He felt his release building within him, until he finally lost control. His release spilled hot and wet between them and his muscles gripped tight around his lover's hard flesh. A feeling of warmth, love and contentment seemed to settle over him as his channel clenched, coaxing his lover to join him in his bliss.

The sensation of his lover's muscles clamping around him and the sound of his boy's soft cry pushed Celestin over the edge. With one final thrust, he arched his back and buried himself deep. He came with a low moan, his seed pulsing inside the tight passage that surrounded him while his hand continued to coax out the last drops of his lover's release. Trembling from head to toe in the wake of his release, he closed his eyes and smiled into his lover's neck.

Noel felt his lover spill deep within him and moaned. He wished there was no latex barrier between them. As Celestin lowered his body to rest against him, he wrapped his arms around his lover. 

"Perfect," Celestin murmured. "Just perfect."

Noel murmured wordlessly as Celestin eased from his body and disposed of the condom. He gave a soft cry of pleasure as the older man's tongue cleansed his body. He snuggled happily into the strong arms as they held him tightly to his lover, a sigh of contentment reaching his ears before Celestin kissed him tenderly.

"You were perfect."

Noel concurred as he snuggled into the broader frame. He gave a soundless sigh. Time was running out quickly. Leon was getting his casts removed and would be cleared to return to work very soon. Surely Celestin will understand what I've done and why, he thought.

Won't he?

****

Opening the bedroom door carefully, Leon peeked in on his brother. Noel had come home with a migraine and Leon had fussed until the younger twin had settled into sleep. Leon knew something was troubling his brother and it was unusual for Noel not to tell him. Assured that his brother would sleep for several hours, Leon quietly shut the door.

It was going to be hard for him to take Noel's place at Celestin's and Leon was giving hard consideration to telling the younger man that they should go together to speak to the designer and admit what they had done. Noel's works were so well received it seemed unfair to Leon that he should just step in and bask in his brother's hard-earned glory. 

He pounced on the phone as it began to ring.

"Is that Leon Dancer?"

"Yes." The female voice on the line was almost a purr and Leon could not think of anyone he knew, or that Noel knew, with such a distinctive voice.

"My name is Madeleine, I'm sure you've heard of me?"

"Of course," Leon felt his heartbeat increase. Madeleine. The owner of the Fashion House in which he would have preferred to worked.

"I've been hearing great things about you. I'd like to meet you for coffee and talk. I know a good coffee shop and can be there in about forty-five minutes. I'd be delighted if you would join me."

Leon knew the shop and could get there in about the same length of time. He knew Noel would sleep solidly for the next few hours. He could leave a note to say he would be back soon and he would have his cell phone if Noel really needed him. He had agreed and was heading to his bedroom to change almost before he knew what he had done.

Madeleine.

Maybe there was a way for both his brother and him to be happy.

****

Paytah stared at the photographs he had developed. It made no sense. If he did not hold the proof in his hands he would never have believed it. An anonymous tip-off, which had his hackles rise, had him sitting and waiting in his car outside a coffee shop, where he had watched Leon meet and flirt with Madeleine. More than that, the flirting had become touching and then kissing. The last pictures showed a dishevelled Leon leaving Madeleine's house and a long, lingering kiss was also caught on film.

He frowned. It had clearly been a set-up, designed so he could get the pictures. If Leon was being unfaithful to Celestin, then the older man deserved to know, but it seemed to go against everything that Paytah knew of the younger man. He had seen the love in Leon's eyes. He was certain Leon loved Celestin. The boy had virtually walked on air since he and Celestin had become lovers, not that the younger man would know that Celestin had told Paytah of his happiness. 

He glared angrily at the pictures. Something was not right and niggled just the way it had when Leon had come to work for them. 

If only he could figure out just what it was.

****

Noel hurried to Celestin's office. Something was wrong; his lover's voice had been cold and hard when summoning him. Standing outside the door, Noel used his inhaler to try and help calm himself before tapping on the door and stepping inside at the curt order.

As he entered the room, his eyes took in Darren sitting, smirking smugly. He knew the incredibly thin, immaculately coiffeured and made-up female alongside him was Madeleine. He was aware of Paytah off to the side, but his main attention was on Celestin. The older man's face was tight with pent-up emotion and Noel had no idea what was wrong.

"You will pack your things and leave immediately." 

Celestin's menacing growl at Noel had the younger man fall back a step. What have I done?

"Celestin...I don't understand..." he stuttered.

"Oh please, Leon," Madeleine drawled. "There's no need to prolong this. Leave Celestin and come and work for me. Like we discussed yesterday."

"I've never met you before," Noel said, confusion warring with hurt.

"These pictures tell a different story," Celestin flung a couple in the younger man's direction. To have lost Armand to Madeline had been painful. However at that moment, Celestin felt as if his heart had been crushed beyond its ability to ever beat again.

Noel stared at the pictures. They showed him, no, Leon, kissing Madeleine. How do I explain this?

"Celestin, please, you have to believe me," he said, his voice cracking with the tears he could not hold back. "It wasn't me. I wouldn't do this to you. I promise."

His words seemed to fall on deaf ears. His world fell apart, his heart shattering into pieces as the older man stormed into his inner office. Noel felt the tears fall but was helpless to stop them.

Paytah stared at Leon's reaction and back at the pictures in his own hand. 

Madeleine had shown up with Darren who also had a set of pictures showing Leon and Madeleine. The woman had complacently told Celestin that Leon had approached her about working for her and then accepted an offer to go back to her home. She wanted Leon releasing from his contract so he could take up a place she had offered. 

It was obvious to Paytah that she had orchestrated the whole thing. However, Leon's reactions confused him. Unless the younger man was a consummate actor, he had shown no recognition of Madeleine for someone he had apparently slept with less than a day previously. He looked the picture of desolation and misery.

Then he saw it.

"Yes!" he muttered under his breath. "Got you, you bitch," he added sub vocally. He moved to the crying young man who stared forlornly at the door through which Celestin had gone. "Go into my office; I will be with you in a minute. Go nowhere else. Understand?"

Nodding, Noel mutely obeyed Paytah's order. He was too distraught to even be able to think straight.

"If you and Darren would wait here, Madeleine, I will get everything sorted," Paytah said, giving a false smile to the woman who looked as if she was enjoying every minute of the hurt she had caused.

"Just cancel Leon's contract, Paytah," Madeleine said, waving her hand carelessly around. "I've no idea what he hopes to gain from the theatrics, but the camera doesn't lie. I'm just surprised you hadn't shown Celestin the pictures you took. Darren has a clear shot of you taking a picture of Leon and me. Perhaps he's slept with you, too?"

"My life is my own affair, Madeleine," Paytah retorted, uncaring of the scowl that darkened the older woman's face. 

He went straight into Celestin's inner office, not even bothering to knock. The sight of his friend, tears tracking silently down his cheeks, was almost enough to make him cry, too.

"I think I have the answer and your boy did not betray you, Celestin," he said without preamble. He watched his friend shake his head, but a slight stirring of hope lit eyes heavy with grief.

"Those pictures..." Celestin began.

"Please, my friend," Paytah said. "Give me a little time. He's worth it; your love is worth it."

"If you can," Celestin husked. "I do love him, even now."

"Stay here. I'll come for you. Madeleine is outside. I'm sure she will wait." He gave Celestin a hard hug. "I'll be as quick as I can."

****

Celestin looked up hopefully as Paytah came back into the room.

"Let's go, Celestin," he said, giving his friend a grim smile. "When we're out there, my friend, I want you to use these," he added pointing to his own dark eyes.

Puzzled, but trusting Paytah, Celestin followed him out. He stared at Leon who stood facing Madeleine. His eyes raked over the achingly familiar visage as Leon turned to face him and he smothered a gasp. This was not Leon. At least, it was not his Leon. One winged eyebrow looked to have been bisected by a scar at some time; his lover's were beautifully symmetrical. The nose had a small bump, likely to have been the result of a break or fracture; his Leon's nose was perfectly straight. The lips were not as full and, most telling of all, the small beauty mark was on the wrong side.

"I'm sorry for what's happened, Celestin," Leon said. "I accept full responsibility for everything."

Celestin nodded. Even the voice held a different quality. However it was clear that Madeleine noticed no such anomalies. 

"We're just wasting time," Madeleine said, her voice affecting a bored tone. "Get sacked or resign and let's get out of here."

"If Celestin wants me to resign, I will," Leon said. "Let me ask you something, Madeleine; was it my talent that you really coveted or the relationship with Celestin?"

"I get hundreds of pretty, young men clamouring to be part of my Empire. I choose very carefully. You are pretty enough and you have talent. But, yes, the icing on the cake was to be told that you were...intimate with Celestin. But why worry? You showed no concern for him when we talked, or when we were in bed together."

"I did sleep with her, Celestin," Leon said, giving a small smile as the older man nodded. "I can have my resignation on your desk in minutes."

"No, that won't be necessary," Celestin said.

"Don't tell me that even after he slept with me, you would keep him," Madeleine laughed, a cold, brittle sound. "Given Paytah didn't show you his photographs, it seems to me that Leon may have not stopped at just the two of us. Perhaps he's a real slut."

"Don't call him that!" Two voices rang out simultaneously as both Celestin and Leon glowered angrily at Madeleine.

"Come on in, Noel," Paytah murmured from the doorway he had silently moved to stand beside.

"Noel." Celestin breathed the name as his eyes drank in the sight of his lover. His lover. Even as the younger man took a few hesitant steps inside, Celestin was already powering towards him.

"What the f...?" 

The rest of the angry tirade from Madeleine fell on deaf ears as Celestin wrapped himself around his lover, peppering the beautiful face with kisses; the matching brows, the straight nose, the small mark on the left of the alluring lips. Celestin interspersed his kisses with apologies, begging his lover's forgiveness. He took comfort from the arms that held him.

"Just what sort of a joke is this?" Madeleine demanded as she rose to her feet. She glowered at Paytah, Darren and the kissing couple.

"No joke, Madeleine," Paytah smirked. "You did indeed take Leon Dancer to bed. However, it was his brother Noel that had been working here."

"Being my normal, selfish self, I went skiing even though I had this placement. Couldn't start with a fractured ankle and dislocated wrist so Noel took my place. I didn't know about his relationship with Celestin. Because he went to bed ill last night, and was gone before me this morning, he didn't know about you and me, Madeleine. I can't believe how easily I was taken in. I truly liked and admired you, but all you wanted from me, really, was to hurt Celestin."

"That's the difference between us and why I always outdo him," Madeleine hissed. "I do what it takes to get what I want and to be successful." 

"Good thing you don't rely on your skills in bed," Leon snapped, still smarting from his brother being labelled a slut. He gasped as a strong arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him aside as a glass whizzed past his face with millimetres to spare.

"Get out, Madeleine," Celestin said angrily. "This time you've lost. I've learned two things today; to listen to both sides before making up my mind and that I would not have given up on Leon, I mean Noel. He was worth fighting for."

"Let's go," Madeleine snapped at Darren who jumped to trail in her wake, a fearful look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mon Petit," Celestin said as the door slammed closed. "I should have listened to you."

"Leon and I should never have tried to deceive you," Noel murmured, leaning into the strong body.

"Paytah, take charge for the rest of the day. Get a contract sorted for both Noel and Leon. I think their combined talents will be phenomenal. Noel and I need some time alone."

As his brother and Celestin left, Leon turned to Paytah. For the first time since childhood, he felt a blush colour his cheeks. Paytah's eyes held appreciation and desire.

"I've only ever dated girls," Leon blurted, caught off-guard by the blatant appreciation in Paytah's dark eyes. He felt the colour drain from his cheeks as the look instantly vanished. "Up to now," he added hurriedly. The wolfish smile he got from the older man made his stomach quiver.

"Then perhaps you need your horizons expanded?" came a low, husky purr. "I'm willing to help."

"Oh yeah," Leon rasped as he was caught in a tight embrace. The feel of hard muscles under his fingers was an unexpected turn on. He grinned back at Paytah.

****

"Celestin, I'm not looking for just a few nights in your bed," Noel said as they sat on the older man's plush settee. "I want more. I want a future with you. If I can't...if you don't want that..."

"Noel, I do want a future with you. I think I always have. I want you in my life, for us to be together, forever," Celestin whispered. "I love you and forever sounds just about perfect to me." Celestin stopped and leaned forward, gently kissing Noel's soft lips. "I want to make love to you Noel, as I should have been doing all along. I have never made love without protection and I get regularly tested. I'm clean and I know I was your first."

"I trust you, Celestin," Noel smiled tremulously.

At that, Celestin lent forward and claimed Noel's mouth. The kiss was gentle at first, the older man tasting every inch of his lovers' soft lips before he slowly deepened the kiss. He growled his approval as Noel parted his lips and allowed Celestin inside and their tongues began to dance sensuously together.

Celestin ran his hands over the lithe body, kissing his way down Noel's neck, stopping only to remove the shirt that impeded his access to his boy's chest. He trailed his hands to the flat stomach and the button on the waistband of his mate's jeans. He pushed it through the hole, his eyes never leaving his lover's. He slowly unzipped them and eased his hand into the boxers beneath. He teased the head of Noel's erection with his thumb, before wrapping his fingers around it. As his lover arched his back, moaning softly, Celestin stroked the rapidly hardening shaft and claimed Noel's lips again. He felt the younger man pull at his shirt as his hand played his lover like a maestro.

Needing the skin-to-skin contact as much as his young lover, Celestin quickly undressed, throwing his clothes onto the floor. He smiled as Noel copied his actions. Naked, they moved as one towards the bedroom. Once inside, they settled on the bed and Celestin possessed Noel's willing mouth, his tongue delving deeply. Slowly, tenderly, he kissed, licked and nipped his way down the beautiful body, mapping it with tongue, teeth and hands. He paused at already erect nipples and licked them, teasing them with his tongue and suckling them. He flicked his tongue in and out of Noel's navel and kissed the warm, soft skin on either side of the weeping erection. He lapped the addictive pre-come, smiling as Noel arched his back as if trying to urge Celestin to take him into his mouth.

Finally Celestin took mercy on the writhing, whimpering young man and slowly sucked the throbbing organ into his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks as he sucked, grazing his teeth against over sensitised skin, pressing his tongue just behind the head. He repeated the action again and again until Noel cried out his lover's name and came hard, his semen pulsing down the older man's throat. Celestin pulled his mouth from the softened shaft and kissed his lover tenderly. 

Celestin peppered tiny kisses over the beautiful face in front of him and reached over to the nightstand, retrieving lube from the drawer. He kissed Noel's eyes, cheeks, the small birth mark and finally his mouth. Deepening the kiss, he sucked on his lover's tongue, relishing the sounds of pleasure from his boy.

"I love you, Noel, always," he vowed and kissed the willing mouth again.

As the older man eased away from his body, Noel mourned the loss of Celestin's weight. He watched as his lover opened the lube and coated his fingers. Not breaking eye-contact, Noel spread his legs wider, allowing his mate access to his most intimate entrance. 

Smiling tenderly at his beautiful boy, Celestin circled the tightly-furled aperture. He carefully eased a single digit into the clinging heat, pushing back and forth. He curled the finger and brushed lightly over the gland inside the tight passage. He withdrew the one and slid in two, then finally three, scissoring his fingers to stretch his lover. He kept brushing over Noel's sweet spot, making the younger man jerk his hips and arch his back. Celestin smiled wider as his lover's shaft began to harden quickly, achieving a full erection once more.

"Patience, my love," he whispered hoarsely as Noel whimpered at the loss of fingers inside him. Celestin quickly coated his throbbing shaft and shifted his stance. Placing his young lover's legs on his shoulders, Celestin positioned the tip of his engorged flesh against the glistening entrance to Noel's body. Edging forward, he pushed against resilient muscle until he felt it give, granting him access to the haven of Noel's body. 

He eased into the tight sheath, bestowing kisses on Noel's face, until he was completely buried in a silken heat like no other before. Celestin groaned openly, fighting to retain his control. The feel of his naked flesh sliding into Noel's body was incredibly. He had almost come from that first, slow thrust, the sensation had been so much better, so much more than he could have imagined. He gazed adoringly into the verdant eyes of the man he loved. He ran his thumb over kiss-swollen lips and then claimed them in a tender kiss. 




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"Don't ever doubt I love you, Noel," he murmured against his lover's lips. "I love you so very much."

"I love you too, Celestin," Noel whispered huskily. "I love you, I love you."

As Noel's hands began to run over Celestin's arms and back, the older man settled into a rhythm as old as time, rocking in and out of his young lover's tight sheath. Slightly tilting his hips, he brushed the head of his shaft over Noel's prostrate again and again, relishing his boy's whimpers and moans. When Noel dropped his feet to the bed and began thrusting back, mutely asking Celestin to go deeper, harder, faster, the older man instantly complied. Long, hard, deep thrusts buried his throbbing shaft to the hilt in his lover's body over and over. Heat gathered in his belly, radiating outwards, threatening to incinerate him. 

Groaning, Celestin increased the intensity of his thrusts and reached down to take Noel's neglected shaft in his hand. He began to stroke it in time with his movements. He felt the tightening of his lover's abdominal muscles and the quivering of the smooth thighs and recognised the signs of Noel's imminent orgasm. He began to piston his hips in short staccato jabs and pumping the rigid shaft in his hand harder. 

Moaning, his head thrashing from side-to-side, Noel's responses to Celestin became increasingly erratic. He could feel his climax building and the thought that his lover was bareback inside him served to increase his arousal to an almost fever pitch. He could feel his climax shimmer just a few heartbeats away. He body was aflame with need and want and he could scarcely draw enough breath. 

Finally his body froze, his internal muscles clamping around the flesh impaling him as he came, crying Celestin's name. His semen arced over his chest and stomach as his body jerked and convulsed with the force of his release. His face flushed with ecstasy and his eyes closed as Noel rode out his orgasm.

The look of bliss on his boy's beautiful face and the contracting muscles around his eager erection drove Celestin over the edge. He came hard, his head thrown back, groaning Noel's name. His seed pulsed hot and wet deep into his lover's body, claiming Noel as his in the most primal of ways. He continued desultorily thrusting into the satiated afterglow. He knew he had never seen a more beautiful sight than his sated lover, a soft smile playing over the still-swollen lips, his eyes shining with love. 

"I love you," Celestin whispered, the words a vow.

"And I love you," Noel replied breathlessly. He smiled as Celestin laid his body over his, the older man's hands carding through his hair and Celestin's lips tenderly possessed his own once more.

"Now and forever, my beautiful boy," Celestin added. 

****

A murmur of excitement rippled around the room as the last model began to strut down the catwalk. She wore a strapless gown in a subtle apricot shade. Here and there, appliqué roses had been sewn onto the flowing skirt and on them were glittering butterflies. As she reached the end of the runway and swirled around, a gasp of appreciation rang out. The dress was backless, but two panels of material rose upwards from the waist, still leaving the model's back bare. The skirt was slashed to mid-thigh and the impression was of a butterfly's wings, the upper part in a shimmering silken material. Around her head, on translucent wire, fluttering as she walked, were another couple of butterflies.

Cameras flashed as she sashayed out of sight. Her dress was clearly popular with the audience.

"I don't think I've ever been so nervous in my life," Noel whispered into Celestin's ear. He was rewarded by a tight squeeze to his thigh.

"No matter what happens here, it is stunning, my love," Celestin whispered back.

The buzz of voices around them quieted as the announcer strode forward a sealed envelope held aloft. Celestin took hold of Noel's hand. He could feel the quivering of his lover's lithe frame and was uncertain how much was excitement and how much pure nervousness. It was a big day for them all. This was one of the most prestigious fashion shows of the year. The place was filled with a mix of designers, models, buyers, journalists and their photographers as well as the ubiquitous paparazzi hoping for something more than just a good fashion shoot.

The event combined the fashion houses displaying their latest creations for the coming season, as well as each submitting one design to be judged by an eminent panel as the best in show. It was a coveted prize and one that was held in high esteem by all the top designers. Celestin forced his attention away from his trembling lover to the announcer as the golden envelope was opened with a theatrical flourish.

"This year's winner is...Celestin for 'Butterfly of love'."

As the crowd erupted into applause, Noel was pulled into a deep, possessive kiss before he proudly watched his lover go up onto the catwalk. As the older man left his side, Leon slid into the vacant seat and the brothers hugged one another tightly. 

"Congratulations, Celestin." The announcer handed an intricately designed, crystal rose set into a golden base to the tall blond.

"Thank you. However, it's not just me that deserves this honour and accolade, but the designers of the dress you all loved so much. I would like Noel and Leon to join me. This is their creation and they deserve both this prize and recognition for their work."

It was no use trying to resist as Leon grasped his hand and pulled Noel to his feet. The younger twin tried to focus his attention on the look of pride on his lover's face as camera flashes almost blinded him. He was pushed onto the catwalk by his brother who kept a protective hand at the small of Noel's back that also propelled him forward. 

With a wide grin, Celestin handed the trophy to Leon who then ensured he and his brother faced the photographers holding their prize. As the flurry of flashing lights subsided, he grinned back at Celestin and then moved so that he and the older man flanked Noel to ensure the shyer twin felt protected.

"I have great expectations of these young men," Celestin announced. "The dress was their concept and creation. This award is well deserved."

"I hear that there is a wedding in your near future, Celestin," the announcer said. He knew he was not the only one in the room to have seen the blond kissing one of the two men at his side, although it was impossible for him to tell which.

"Indeed," Celestin smiled, but this time the smile was warm and loving as he gazed at Noel. "I'm a lucky man."

"And your honeymoon will be?" the announcer pressed his good fortune. Celestin was renowned for keeping his private life just that; private.

"A working one," Celestin replied, his eyes still devouring the sight of his beautiful boy. "We'll be visiting South America and then travelling to Asia to look at materials and designs. Paytah and Leon will take charge of Celestin Fashions while we're away. I know it will be in very capable hands."

As Celestin made the announcement, he pulled Noel closer to him, not surprised that his lover burrowed against him as cameras flashed once more. He glanced over at Leon. The older twin was grinning at Paytah. The look of love and desire in his friend's eyes told Celestin that they would be celebrating in much the same way as he and Noel. 

He was happy for everyone to know of his joy. It had not escaped his sharp gaze that Madeleine had flounced furiously from the show as soon as his name had been announced. She had been the previous winner and had bombarded Celestin with malicious messages in the time leading up to the event. In his mind, Noel and Leon's success had more than adequately answered her disparaging attacks.

Glancing down at the young man at his side, Celestin was happier than he had ever been. He gazed into the lush eyes of his lover and then unashamedly claimed the full lips that beckoned him. The crystal rose trophy was not his prize. For Celestin, the greatest prize was the love he and Noel shared.



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Master Drake is a master of sensuality. It is no wonder that women near and far come to learn his secrets and to cum at his command. It is not unusual for my master to maintain a stable of twenty to thirty pets at one time. This is the story of two of them...

On the Monday evening in question, Master Drake's gray sedan pulls up to the empty lot of the Lucky 13 Tattoo parlor where his newest pet is employed. He had given Willow, careful instructions earlier in the day to leave the front lights off but for the neon glare of the sign outside, and as he commanded, the door has been left open. As he crosses the parking lot, bundled against the chill, he imagines he smells her odor... the scent of rose petals, wafting in the wind. Ignoring the first slow pricks of his cock, he hurries toward the entrance.

As he enters the front door he sees her, silhouetted against the solitary light of the backroom. Willow. As he directed, her hair is festooned in two low ponytails that wind their lazy way down her near naked back. Her lips have been stained a deep brand of cherry... her body, as he told her, is sheathed in the thinnest of cream colored lace, a slip of a thing that grazes her nude nipples, strung with silver rings, and rides high, exposing the awakening flesh of her pussy. As the cold wind eddies around her, sharpening her nipples and arousing her senses... Master Drake steps forward... 

Pushing her against the nearest wall, his hands are grappling with the folds of her labia. Without a word, he is shoving her hard against the wall, letting his mouth devour the thickness of her breasts through the lacy material that just barely covers them... feeling her stiff nipples respond to his tongue, his teeth... feeling the rough hairs of his chin tickle her... See the blue cast of light, the cold aura of the neon sign, bathe Willow in its evening glow... Willow is unfastening buttons, zippers... lifting one long leg to wrap around her master's waist... feeling the lightning rod of his dick caress her punctured clit, rub up against the single hoop embedded there... tease the wet spot of her cunt.

"Beg" he commands.

"Master..." she responds, squeezing her eyes shut, rubbing her hands against his thighs, pulling him closer with the strength of her legs... "Master... I am your whore... your fuck-slut. Please take me in the ass the way I know you enjoy, take me in my slick wet cunt. Teach me to scream your name... choke on it... my mouth full of dick..." she is moaning, her high guttural wail... let loose into the night.

Master feels her muscles tense underneath him as he finally permits Willow's cunt to savor the taste of his cock. Lifting her other leg off the floor, he nails her to the wall. Feels her upper body crumble over his head as he plunges into her cavity. He can feel her writhe, taste the scent of cinnamon on her lips. Sense the rhythm of her convulsions as he takes her, realizing in the hot slick of her pussy, that this is not Willow at all, but some look-alike bitch. Another bitch with fat round tits, and a high firm ass... another bitch begging for the privilege of his cock... With redoubled force, he fucks her... pinning her pigtails to the wall with his hands... the tug and bounce of her breasts floundering against the pressure of his repeated pounding... now gripping her ass, pushing her body down on the end of his dick, feeling himself buried until his head is bruising her cervix, feeling her legs strangling his hips, the tight squeeze of her cunt... hearing her screams punctuate the darkness...

Until with a burst of light, there is Willow. The real Willow, pigtail clad, dressed in peek-a-boo lingerie, entering the room through the employee's room, crossing the floor, eyes wild...

"Mara you bitch!" she screams, latching on to her sister's hair and giving a colossal tug that sends Mara careening to the floor. "You fucking slut." 

"Cunt. Whore. Bitch." Willow's words lash into the girl like a whip, but her sister, bent on the floor, ignores the tirade, leaning up to cup Master Drake's balls in her outstretched mouth. 

"Goo-way Willow" she coos, sopping Master Drake's balls in her warm, swollen mouth. "It's my turn to play." 

'Errrggg" Willow is clawing at her sister, ripping away shredded lace... revealing Mara's creamy, luminous skin, naked but for a lone, large dragon that snakes its way across her belly onto the ridge of her back, talons extended and flames that leap from its open throat.

Lowering Master Drake to the ground, Mara mounts Master Drake, bending down whispering petty slander in his ear... "everything she knows, she learned from me, master..." she murmurs... running her hands through Maser Drake's hair, running her bloated lips over his ears and down his neck.

Master Drake feels the sensation of her body as it lowers onto his shaft, is forced to inhale in pleasure as she hugs his dick with her nearness. Struggles not to cum. Turning to Willow, scorned on the sideline, caressing her hand, soothing her snubbed ego... he tells her what to do. Watches her face light up in the darkness... as she crawls behind her sister, raises her hand and SMACK, hits the span of her sister's exposed ass with the flat of her hand. 



"Aaaaaa!" Mara's wail; the jerk of her muscles as flesh hits flesh. The spasm that encircles Master Drake's dick, pressing in around him, flinching... sends shock waves up his spine. Willow raises her hand again. Mara struggles to uproot herself, to retaliate, but Master Drake holds her fast, refuses to let her lift herself off the nail of his dick. 

"Fuck!" she screams as Willow's hand collides with the meaty end of Mara's ass. Tears spring in to Mara's blue eyes, trickle down her reddened cheeks...

"One more time pet," Master Drake urges... and then turning to Mara, "beg for it."

The tears are falling from Mara's eyes, dropping in salty embers, hot on Master's face.

"Please Willow, spank me again." She mutters three times through clenched teeth, until at last Master is satisfied that he has heard her correctly and allows his pet to proceed.

SMACK!! The sound echoes in the deserted building, tiny welts begin to rise on the crest of Mara's ass. Willow, placated, crawls on all fours to where her sister's face lies prone, buried in the crook of her master's neck. Licking away the lingering tears, Willow helps her sister into a seated position, leaning her limp body back down on her master's engorged cock. Mounting his face, Willow, whose graceful legs circle her master's head like a halo, lowers her body to him, feels his nose graze her clit, feels the electricity of his tongue, round its tender folds. The twin puffs of her ass pushing against his eyes, hardly letting him see the mirrored outlines of the blonde figures above him... the aching bodies... that brush against each other, nude nipples kissing... arms entwined.... All above him blonde..... Cinnamon and roses and sweat, until at last he cums, cums so much it trickles out of Mara, spilling down his legs and onto the floor... spraying her insides with creamy foam. Until Willow must bend, and suck it up, drenching her sister's thighs with her own slobbery tongue, lapping against Mara's soft flesh, Willow feasts. And Mara, reclining on her forearms, torso extended, stroking Willow's head, whispering her name.

Later, as Master Drake walks alone to his car, he feels something unfamiliar in the pocket of his pants. It is a business card; "Lucky 13" in a large, gothic scrawl. Turning the card over, squinting to read the barely legible scrawl beneath, he smiles... Written on the back of the card, in lean, spidery letters... smelling vaguely of cinnamon and roses... "meet us back here... tomorrow."