Iroke no Futago

Part One

The glass was cool as it touched her lips, and despite the fact that she could have done with something a little stronger, Selah found the tonic refreshing. She had to drive tonight, after all.

Mellow strains of Bowie’s ‘It’s Gonna Be Me’ drifted from the speakers, and she sat at the mostly deserted bar, leaning lazily on the cold black marble in front of her, her legs crossed, just a little of her smooth thigh revealed as she shifted her position. She wore a small, perfectly fitted black leather skirt, which looked more stunningly attractive than brash on her beautifully defined legs. Her shirt was a starkly pure white, silken, flowing, cut very simply, but accentuating every curve to perfection. She was a vision, as she pushed a few strands of deep chocolate hair from her eyes, and yet sighed with the air of someone who was discontent.

Even as she turned to briefly scan the darkened bar, her glossy hair seeming multi-faceted with decadent amber and gold, beneath the dim, red-tainted light, she didn’t see the two men at the other end of the room.

They watched her, from the shadowed corner of their table. Watched, and waited, exchanging secretive glances, approving smiles.

One leaned back against a dark mahogany panel as he watched. A silver coin spun between long, slender fingers, as though it was something the man was accustomed to doing, as he watched the woman with quietly appraising eyes. His own glittered, a soft, warm kind of blue, one pupil dilated beyond the radius of the other, lending an otherworldly quality to his gaze. But that wasn’t the only ethereal thing about him. Long, golden strands of hair came down to his shoulders, and it seemed iridescent, like spun gold, only, with a different kind of precious quality. Crystalline. He looked about 25, yet inexplicably eternal, and his lips were set, with a kind of coldness, but seeming ambiguous, soft. A tiny amount of silvery makeup surrounded his eyes, his elegant eyebrows owl-like in their shape.

He wore a silken shirt, blue, like his eyes, but much darker, closer to the sweet night air than the daytime paleness. Blue jeans, fitted attractively, covered his legs. But in a strange way, they seemed harsh, not quite elegant enough for his nature.

What really shocked though, wasn’t only the attractiveness, the elegant dress sense or magical essence – but the fact that the man who sat with him, looked exactly the same. And yet entirely different.

It was obvious, on closer inspection, and the two were in fact identical twins, but the other man had a style all of his own. His hair was a similar shade of blonde, and yet it wasn’t long, or cut with shining layers like the other. Instead, it fell just around his brows, no longer, strangely boyish, attractive, a few strands falling into his eyes, some swept back. His eyes were also blue, but the warmth present in the other man’s wasn’t really there. Instead, there was an icy, silvery shade to them, and a kind of darkness. Danger. He shared his brother’s single, over-dilated pupil, but his eyebrows weren’t really owl-like, despite their elegant arch. He seemed to be wearing the tiniest hint of black eyeliner, and his lips held an almost blatantly sexual curve, although he did nothing to effect that. They were cruel, though, giving the sense of an unmerciful being, more than the coldness of the other.

His clothes were quite different, too. He leaned back against the wall casually, his hands behind his head. His eyes were dangerously admiring, still locked on the woman at the bar. His legs were clad in quite tight black leather, and boots of the same were on his feet, resting on the low table in front of him, with graceful laziness. His tight cotton T-shirt, covering a slim, yet defined torso, was also black, as was the leather jacket that lay next to him.

Together, they made a stunning visual impact, one would guess even more so than they did apart from each other. But Selah couldn’t see them in the shadows, of course, so her glance passed them by. As her eyes searched the room, and then returned to her drink, the leather-clad brother let out a barely audible laugh, dark and melodious.

“Shall we go and speak with her?” asked the other, with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Not yet, Jareth…” replied the other with mischievously glittering eyes, glancing at his brother. “Let’s wait… give her a little shock. I want to scare her…”

Jareth swiftly narrowed his eyes at his brother.

“Sometimes… you worry me, Jaden.” He said quietly. Jaden coolly ignored the remark, and sat up a little, reaching for his glass of deep red wine, showing short, perfectly black-painted nails, as his long fingers closed around the glass.

They waited, silently, until the girl rose from her seat, and ran her fingers through her hair, picking up her bag, before turning towards the glass doors of the bar. As she pushed the door open, and began to walk out bravely into the crashing rainstorm outside, Jareth smiled secretively at Jaden, and made a small gesture with his hand. Her purse dropped out of her bag, onto the floor, but she continued out of the bar, oblivious. Jaden nodded at his brother, and they both got up, Jaden reaching for his leather jacket and putting it on as he spoke.

“You fix the car, Jareth. I’ll go and give the lady her purse.” He smirked.

“Bastard.” Said Jareth, eyeing his brother angrily.

“Hell – you’re better at the magic stuff than I am after all, brother.” Replied Jaden, not actually trying to cover up his true intentions, despite the excuse, but speaking with an icy, sarcastic tone. He brushed passed Jareth, and made his way out of the bar, picking up Selah’s purse on the way.

Jareth had produced a crystal, and was concentrating on it, spinning it in his fingers, making sure no-one else could see him. It began to glow brightly, and he smiled to himself wickedly, as it sabotaged her car beyond repair. Never mind… He could fix it again. Eventually.

Jaden pushed the doors open, despite the wind’s protest, and spotted the girl through the rain. She searched frantically in her bag, just outside of the driver’s door of her car, the wind causing her hair to fly in all directions, the rain slowly but surely soaking her. Jaden stepped closer, quietly, so she wouldn’t see hear, and watched her with amusement, leaning back against another car, his arms folded in front of him.

“Keys in your purse?” he asked, softly.

The woman jumped in shock, and turned to him, her hand over her chest.

“Fuck! Don’t do that!” she said, clearly startled. “And yes… they are.” She said uncertainly, frowning. Then, she brushed her hair from her eyes.

My God.

Selah could safely say, that she had never in her life seen a more attractive man. He leaned back against the car casually, gorgeous blonde hair blown slightly over his face by the wind, although for some reason, the wind and rain didn’t seem to have too much effect on him. Drops of rain, however trickled down a pair of leather trousers, that, to her embarrassment, her gaze was drawn to. His eyes burned into her, despite the fact that his expression was decidedly cold. She could sense him surveying every part of her, and his eyes shamelessly dropped lower, taking her body in. She looked down, her throat dry, to see that white silk had to have been possibly the stupidest decision for the rainy season, ever. It clung to her – though not obscenely – in a way that was quite the opposite of the purity the colour suggested. She tried to shake herself out of her daze, but gasped when he began to walk closer to her.

“You dropped this, precious.” He said with a tiny smile, holding out her small black purse.

“Right…” she said, slowly, taking the purse from him, not quite able to understand why she couldn’t think straight. He was good-looking, yes… But there was more…

“I’ll… go now, then.” She said, half in a daze, looking up into his eyes as though he was some kind of beautiful god. She didn’t think she was far off either. But something about him was… Well, it scared her. She liked it more than she should…

Jaden simply nodded, and stepped back, allowing her to get into her car. Quickly, Selah opened the door, and sat in the driver’s seat, strapping herself in, trying not to look at him, realising with horror that she had been too mesmerised to even thank him, but too nervous to get back out now. She fished in her purse for her keys, and turned them in the ignition.

Nothing.

“Damn.” She said, under her breath, and tried it again. Still, the car refused to start… It was completely dead. She tried it over and over, but finally, she had to give up. There was no way it was going to get her anywhere tonight, she realised, with a sigh. She peered out of the car window, through the rain, to see that the man was still there… He leaned on hood of the car next to her, and seemed to be looking up at the stars, apparently having forgotten her, not paying any attention to her fruitless attempts at starting the car.

Jaden in fact counted down silently, looking up at the sky, with a barely perceptible smile on his face. Any second now, she would come out of the car…

Collecting herself, Selah took a deep breath, and stepped out of the car.

“My er… my car won’t start.” She said, hesitantly, looking up at him, as the wind whipped her hair across her face once more.

“Evidently.”

Selah frowned, as he spoke simply, not even turning to her. It angered her…What an unhelpful bastard! That didn’t make sense though, since he’d brought her the purse before…

Jaden laughed quietly to himself and turned to her, walking around to the car.

“What seems to be the problem?”

“I haven’t a clue…” she said slowly, surprised that he seemed to have changed his mind “Perhaps one of the spark plugs have gone again… I don’t know.”

“Well… I’m sorry to say I don’t really know much about cars.” He lied, walking closer to where she stood, near the front of the car. “But perhaps I can help some other way? My brother and I could give you a ride home…” he offered.

Selah smiled at the offer, amazed a guy like him would even bother. She was about to accept, but then her eyes narrowed curiously, wondering if she really should… Any of her friends would have thought her stupid, getting into a car with a couple of strange men she knew nothing about… Then again, she doubted her friends had ever seen a man quite like this…

“I… well yes, that would be great.” She said, blushing just lightly, noticing how close he was all of a sudden. Jaden’s lips curved in an unmistakably sensual smile.

“One condition, love.”

“Condition?” she asked, her mouth dry.

“Yes… That you’ll come and have a drink with us, before we drop you off.” He said softly, in a tone that made it almost impossible to refuse.

“Oh… I don’t know if I…” began Selah, hesitantly, her eyes darting about, trying not to meet his gaze. Her nervous state wasn’t helped, when she realised that long, soft fingers brushed lightly against her damp thigh. He leaned almost imperceptibly closer, causing her legs to press back against the cold metal of the hood of her car. Her gaze was wide with shock as she looked up at him. His expression was no different. Calm, his mouth coldly sensual.

“You wouldn’t refuse my hospitality, now would you?”

She couldn’t bring herself to say anything, as his fingers made their way very lightly to her waist, pressing into the soaking silk. It seemed inadvertent, but Selah doubted it was, as one leather clad leg pressed against her, a little pressure between her legs, just enough to alert her to the warmth that was growing between them.

Jaden leaned forward, and spoke very quietly into her ear, his warm breath tingling softly against her neck.

“I’m about to do something terribly wrong.” He said, coolly “Feel free to stop me.”

Of course, as his grip tightened around her waist, and he lifted her up roughly onto the hood of her car, she couldn’t stop him. Not one word of protest would come from her lips, no matter how much she knew she should be screaming her lungs out, and running as fast as her legs would permit. As she sat on the rain drenched car, the leather of her skirt rode up high on her thighs. The rain was still pouring down, trickling down Jaden’s face, soaking Selah’s shirt, a few drops edging their way down the front of her neck, and moving down between her breasts, making her shiver. But she was far from cold, otherwise.

The warmth between her legs was throbbing, her breath shaky as she felt warm lips press hard against hers, their skin wet with the rain. She groaned in protest, knowing it was wrong, but he just wouldn’t let her go… And she wasn’t really putting that much effort into stopping him. His leg pressed fully between her legs now, and she cried out, startled at the strange, but very pleasurable sensation of the wet leather pressing against her satin underwear, soaking them, adding to the wetness that she was dismayed to find was already growing. Sobbing breathlessly, she kissed him back, pressing her tongue into his mouth.

At her reaction, he intensified his own actions, deepening the kiss, and she felt a lightly defined chest press against hers, as she grabbed onto the arms of his leather jacket, trying to hold herself steady, her fingers slipping over the wet material. She moaned against his lips as she felt his fingers against her thigh once more, this time edging their way up the inside. As their location dawned on her, she snapped out of her delirium for a moment, and made a muffled sound of protest. But as soon as she felt the shock of the pressure of his fingers between her legs, through the soaking satin, the sound became a squeal of pleasure she just couldn’t hold back. In soft, circular motions, he took away her ability to breathe, think, or speak. All she was capable of was the tiny moans his mouth quieted. Her nails dug into the leather of his jacket, his other hand grasping her neck firmly as his tongue pressed into her mouth, his lips almost brutally hard.

As she writhed beneath him, she felt the throbbing between her legs grow and grow, and she knew that she was getting very close, and wouldn’t be able to stop it.... In a last-ditch attempt, she wrenched her lips away, whispering breathlessly.

“Please… don’t. Not out here… I don’t want to…”

Jaden smiled at her wickedly, his eyes dark, almost frightening. It excited Selah beyond anything she’d felt before, but she knew she shouldn’t let him…

“I’m going to… Please, don’t!” she cried desperately, moments from climax, writhing even more beneath his touch, only making it worse. Jaden laughed darkly, and placed his hand over her mouth, pressing his fingers even harder between her legs, continuing the agonising rhythm causing Selah to moan desperately against his fingers, her eyes widening as a hot feeling gripped her entire body. She groaned loudly against his hand, her eyes closing tightly as she came, her lower body arching into his hand shamelessly.

After she had come down, very slowly, Jaden removed his hands from her body, and smiled at her in a way that was ridiculously attractive. He pulled her from the hood of the car, and tugged her skirt down to a respectable position on her thighs. Silently, removing his jacket, he placed it around her shoulders.

“I’m Jaden.” He said, his eyes glittering mischievously, ignoring the wide-eyed shock on her face, slipping an arm around her waist.

“This is my brother, Jareth.”

Selah swallowed hard, unable to speak, as her gaze was drawn to another man, who was standing only feet away.

Holy…

But… Oh my God… He looked exactly like… Selah looked up at Jaden, her eyes disbelieving.

“What was your name again, sweetness?” he asked, with bewildering politeness…

Part Two

The journey in the car after that went by in a daze for Selah, and she found herself entirely unable to turn down the brothers’ offer of ‘hospitality’, after all...

If only the two of them weren’t so damn charming… She hadn’t quite been able to look Jaden in the eye since that last little… incident.  But he didn’t seem to have any problem meeting her gaze, and did so frequently, with a kind of dangerous promise in his eyes that sent anticipatory shivers throughout her body, his tiniest smiles forcing her to blush uncontrollably.

Jareth… Now he was quite different from his brother. His charm lay in his perfect elegance, rather than the element of danger that Jaden possessed. His silken shirt suited his slight, yet powerful-seeming frame perfectly. He wore more make-up than his brother, and it became him beautifully. He seemed to shimmer, from his hair, his subtly wicked-shaped brows, to his long, soft-looking fingers. He radiated a kind of majesty that Selah couldn’t quite place… she knew that she liked it, though. He shared his brother’s sensual, predatory manner, though it was hidden a little more, within him.

Unable to help it, Selah wondered exactly what he would be like when he expressed it fully... She didn’t doubt that it would be a hell of a thing to experience. But… she couldn’t like both of them, could she? She shouldn’t. It was impossible to choose though. As her gaze secretly flitted from one to the other, they were both seductive in their own unique way, despite their quite obvious differences.

Jaden drove the sleek black BMW with ruthlessness and frightening speed, yet with perfect skill. Jareth asked him why they didn’t just get a chauffeur, but Jaden had disagreed with this idea, preferring to do it himself. A beautiful relationship between man and machine he’d said, with a joking smile. No point in wasting it…

He pulled into the car park below a large building, its mirrored panels glittering, reflecting the city lights, the glass and steel like facets of a diamond. Jareth got out of the car, and went around to the other side, opening the door for Selah. With a smile, she took the proffered hand and stepped out, almost forgetting her bag, mesmerised by Jareth’s fathomless blue eyes.

Once inside the building, the elevator took them to the very top, and Selah soon found herself in a large, ridiculously well-decorated penthouse apartment. It wasn’t really modern, or old fashioned either. It had a… timeless quality to it. Minimalist, yet not in an affected way. A large window overlooked the city, a little heaven of light beneath them, the almost-full moon shining through the light pollution, seeming unusually bright.  She felt small in comparison to the expanse of the room, and bit her lip nervously as Jaden threw the car keys on the table, peeling off his wet leather jacket, tossing it across the back of a chair.

“Why don’t you take a shower, Selah?” asked Jareth, smiling at her attractively, gently moving a few strands of wet hair from her eyes in a surprisingly intimate action “You must be freezing in those clothes… You could leave them to dry while you do... There are clean shower robes in the bathroom.”

Selah welcomed the idea of a hot shower right now. A cold one wouldn’t go amiss either, considering the company… But she wasn’t sure if she felt comfortable accepting such an offer, in the house of two people she knew nothing about…

Noting her doubtful expression, and that she was about to decline, Jaden looked at her questioningly.

“He’s right, you know. It’s through there…” he said, gesturing towards the bathroom door. “I’ll have one myself after you. Go on…” he said with a tiny wink, raking his fingers through his own damp fringe.

“Oh no… you should…” she began, but was quieted by a quick look from Jaden. It was almost like he was daring her to disagree… There was something nearly, well, threatening about it. But she was compelled to obey straight away.

“Alright.” She said with a smile, giving in. “Thank you both so much for this…”

Jareth smiled and put a finger to his lips in a gesture for her not to bother with thanks, and he took her bag, setting it down on the table, his fingers lingering on her waist as he gave her a tiny push towards the bathroom. Not commanding, but more friendly than anything. With an inaudible, sharp intake of breath, Selah didn’t look back, simply walking towards the door. She opened it and closed it behind her, falling back against it almost instantly, as soon as she was alone, breathing out again, her eyes closing.

My God… What had she gotten herself into? She could barely string two words together in front of these men! One brother she could barely deal with… but two? Desire dangerously tugged between her legs at the very thought of them. What would they expect from her now…? A single thought remained at the back of her mind, but she refused to allow herself to imagine it, knowing how wrong it was. She just couldn’t let herself. But it wouldn’t go away…

Trying to shake the undeniably erotic thoughts from her mind, she kicked off her shoes, and pulled off her wet shirt, draping it over an airing rack in the corner of the room, the rest of her clothes following.

She switched the shower on so that it was extremely hot, and as she stepped in, the water shocked her cold, aching limbs. She reached to turn the temperature down a little, but for some reason, it didn’t seem to have any effect. She quickly got used to the scalding heat though, as her body adjusted. Still, it was so hot that it made her head swim with almost pleasurable dizziness, making her feel slightly faint. She reached for a new bar of soap, and lathered her hands, starting to wash herself. But the heat was too much… she leaned back against the cool tiles on the wall, so that her head escaped the streaming liquid that still ran over the rest of her body. Steam rose from her skin, and filled the whole shower. Her mind betrayed her, at the strange pleasure it felt, and it returned to her earlier thoughts… The ones she had tried so hard to suppress, and she knew couldn’t be a reality, no matter how appealing the idea was…

Unconsciously, a her fingers slid slowly down over one breast, brushing across tight nipple, then continuing down past her stomach, her touch sliding along her drenched skin, and finally slipping between her legs, as an image came into her mind…

Strong hands gripped her legs, holding them apart… Long, golden hair brushed against her thighs as soft lips descended… But another pair of hands held her from behind, long fingers caressing her breasts, her stomach, hot lips on the back of her neck, his tongue slicking out over her skin, tasting her as she moaned their names… Jareth thrust his tongue, over and over into her wetness, as Jaden’s lips moved to the front of her neck, biting softly, one hand still on her breast, the other sliding down her stomach from behind, to skillfully caress her clit, in an agonising, circular motion, as she arched into their touch, grasping desperately at the bedcovers…

Jareth sat in the lounge, and held the crystal in front of him, a smile fixed on his face as he watched the image inside, his chin resting on one hand.

“Jaden.” He called, gesturing for his brother to come over to him. Jaden sat next to Jareth, a glass of wine in his hand, and he relaxed back on the sofa, smiling slowly as he recognised the image inside the crystal in Jareth’s fingers.

“You little pervert…” he said with amusement, his own eyes then fixed to the image of Selah inside the crystal.

Amidst the water and steam, her back against the wall, with her hand between her legs, she caressed herself rhythmically, her lips parted, her eyes closed, a thin trail of ebony mascara running down her cheek, on the brink of climax…

“She’s so beautiful…” said Jaden absently, mesmerised, unconsciously holding his breath as he waited for her to cry out in pleasure, his fingers tightening around the wineglass. She finally moaned breathlessly, and Jaden smiled as he noticed that it had even been audible, though quietly, through the bathroom door.

“She’s thinking about us, you know.” Said Jareth, giving his brother a twisted smile “Both of us.”

“Is that right?” asked Jaden, laughing softly, his eyes hardening with cold desire, as he gazed into the crystal, then speaking mostly to himself. “Is that right…”

Part Three

Selah dried off quickly after her shower, but her clothes still seemed to be damp... Noticing the clean white bathrobes that Jareth had spoken of, she took one from the airing shelf, and unfolded it. She wrapped it around her, welcoming the softness of the material, closing it tightly at the waist, feeling rather self conscious wearing nothing more underneath, given the company...

After towel drying her hair briefly, she hesitantly stepped out of the bathroom. Jaden rose as she walked into the lounge, smiling at her in a curious way as he walked past her. Jareth smiled, and gestured for her to sit down next to him on the sofa. She did so with a tiny blushing smile, pulling the robe over her legs, as it slipped open a few inches.

As the bathroom door closed behind Jaden, Selah caught a sudden glimpse of him pulling his black T-shirt off over his head, revealing, for a moment, his lean, perfect body. She was still staring at the door after it had closed, the sight of his half-naked body making her heart skip a beat, her breath catching in her throat, as she remembered her little fantasy from earlier, and recalled the feeling of him pressing against her in the rain…

Her train of thought was halted, however, by the melodious sound of smooth laughter from her right, and she turned, only to have Jareth catch her gaze instantly, and hold it. He just stared at her, as though she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, for at least a full minute, his deep azure seeming mesmerized with every inch of her. Selah broke down and had to look away, her embarrassment getting the better of her, but as her gaze dropped, she felt a gentle finger beneath her chin. He lifted her head back up to meet his gaze, and a smile touched the corners of his lips. A warm smile. But it had a hint of something else in it… It was tainted by some dark intent. Oh, Jareth was more like his brother than Selah had thought, despite the fact that he tried to hide it... It added to his own kind of attractiveness.

Each second then successively merged with the next, as she watched Jareth’s face move closer to hers, almost as if it was in slow motion. Her head was spinning, and she wasn’t quite sure if it was her mind playing tricks on her – her own fantasies becoming so real that she thought they were actually happening… But no. As Jareth’s warm lips pressed very lightly to hers, sending a pleasurable, tingling sensation  coursing throughout her body, it was quite obvious that this was in fact reality. He tilted his head slightly, and parted her lips with his, the finger from under her chin now trailing down her neck softly, before he wrapped his fingers gently around it, pulling her closer. A soft tongue slid into her mouth, and unthinkingly, she kissed him back with dazed passion. The strangest thing though… was that Jareth’s kiss tasted so much like his brother’s…

It was this thought, though, that made her pull away swiftly, with a tiny gasp of protest. She couldn’t have both of them in that way! It couldn’t be right…

“Selah…” said Jareth softly, shaking her out of her trance-like state with the gentle sound of his voice. “You worry about things you needn’t be thinking about… Just let us take care of it…” he said enigmatically, brushing his fingertips against her cheek.

“Us…? But…”

“Shhh….” He replied, gently.

To her shock, Jareth then moved from the sofa, and knelt down in front of her, taking both of her hands in his.

“You need to relax, Selah...”

Selah’s eyes widened, as his fingers slipped from her hands, and fell to her thighs. Without a word, or a change in his expression, he very slowly pushed her knees apart, his gaze intent on his task, his touch trailing teasingly over the soft material of the white robe she wore, before he opened the robe carefully, exposing the soft skin of her legs.

“Stop it.” She breathed uselessly, though her tone begged him to touch her. Her eyes were still wide and disbelieving, following his actions with fascination. What was it with these two…? She just found it impossible to say no… Her body approved so completely of their sweet, seductive caresses, that she simply had to let them continue, it seemed…

Warm fingers pushed the robe open farther, as his touch moved gently up Selah’s trembling thighs. He followed the path of his fingers with his gaze, and his hands slid down to the sensitive underside of her thighs, moving ever upward, albeit very slowly... Her whole body began to tremble, as desire knotted unbearably in her stomach.

His fingers continued, farther along their path, as Selah held her breath with sweet anticipation… As she felt his fingertips brush lightly over her clit, her lips parted in a soft moan. As Jareth raised his eyes to hers, she felt the length of one finger press against her with teasing, light pressure. Her legs inadvertently widened, as he pressed the finger inside her, his other hand now in between her legs too, rubbing against her clit, rhythmically, as a two fingers were thrust inside her. She was desperately warm, and the moisture was increasing between her legs as he began to pleasure her, with a perfect rhythm between both hands. She found herself arching upwards with each stroke, her desperation building and building until she gasped with each movement, grinding her hips up into his touch. His eyes were dark as he watched her face, and he stroked her faster, enjoying the abandon with which she submitted to him. Her eyes squeezed shut and a long moan escaped her. She glanced down feverishly at the beautiful man who knelt between her legs, but shock was apparent on her face as she looked upwards…

She was too far gone to stop Jareth, too close to the edge to stop arching into each agonizing stroke, even as her eyes registered the glistening figure that leaned against the bathroom door…. Jaden smiled darkly, looking right into her eyes as she came closer and closer to her climax. He wore only a pair of leather trousers now, his upper body bare, glittering with drops of water from the shower. With a wicked, seductive smile, he moistened his lower lip with his tongue, and fixed Selah with his gaze.

Groaning loudly, her orgasm overwhelmed her, and she gripped the arm of the sofa hard, biting her lip to the point where it began to bleed, a trickle of crimson glittering on her skin, her wide-eyed gaze still locked with Jaden’s. Jareth’s expression seemed to change then, and he pulled her head down to him, kissing her deeply.

It seemed almost as though the brothers were competing for attention… As she came down, breathlessly, kissing Jareth back hungrily, Selah heard the unmistakable sound of Jaden’s icy laughter in response...

Part Four

Wordlessly, Jareth stood before Selah, and held his hand out to her. Trembling slightly, she placed her own fingers in his, and allowed him to help her to stand. She understood what this gesture conveyed, because Jareth’s expression held such intense purpose, that it was hard ignore it. Her legs seemed weak as Jareth pulled her gently across the room, and took her through another doorway. The sight that now met her awed eyes made her gasp, for two reasons.

Firstly, the room was certainly a bedroom. Selah wasn’t an idiot, she had known where this whole thing was going… But now the purpose of all of this was so stark, that it scared her. Her nerves were knotted unbearably in her stomach, sharp stabs of desire and intimidation. But desperate anticipation, too. Her body was also glowing with a strange kind of warmth, from the pleasure she had just experienced...

The second reason for her inadvertent gasp, was just what kind of a bedroom this was. It was so beautiful, it made her almost breathless, light headed – just to be in here. The décor was, like the rest of the apartment, understated, but elegant. Soft-looking silks were draped over the bed, the colour of glittering dark emeralds, matching the sweeping curtains that covered the tall window on one side of the room. The bed itself had a large, delicate silver frame, no canopy, but the corners rose high in elegant long stems, ending in what appeared to be small crystalline spheres. The room seemed to sparkle softly.

Selah knew she shouldn’t have been surprised, when she felt a slightly damp chest press against her back, long fingers moving to her waist, someone pulling her back against him. But a slight cry of shock escaped her lips anyway, her skin suddenly feeling terribly over-sensitive to the slightest touch. Her eyes flickered closed, all of her senses fusing with agonising pleasure, as he tightened his arms around her, pulling her back against his body.

“Selah…” Jaden whispered against her ear teasingly, before she felt the warmth of his tongue against her neck, and he slowly traced a path down to her collarbone, bringing one hand up, pushing her robe downwards as he did so. As she watched Jareth step forward in front of her, hunger deep in his beautiful eyes, she knew a certain line had been crossed. Jareth reached out, and soft fingers deftly untied her robe, as Jaden slowly eased the garment from her shoulders, trailing his hands over her skin as he did so, with a strange kind of roughness. It dropped to the ground, and Selah’s eyes suddenly widened, feeling terribly exposed. But Jareth smiled, and Selah was bewildered, as she saw he was passing one hand in front of her body. He didn’t touch her, but she felt a pleasant, warm sensation, pass over her, and she shuddered pleasurably, looking down. She wasn’t naked, as she had been beneath the robe, but instead, white-silvery silk poured like liquid mercury over her body, in the form of a small shift of a dress, the hem of which rested high on her soft thighs. She couldn’t even bring herself to wonder how he had done this… she was too far gone to care.

Jaden’s fingers caressed the sides of her body, moving down to the hollows of her hips, slipping over the soft material that now covered her, pulling her ever tighter against him. Groaning very quietly, she pressed herself back against him, her gentle sounds of pleasure suddenly quieted by the pressure of Jareth’s lips pressing against her. His hands moved to her glossy dark hair, as he pressed his tongue deep inside her mouth, and she was crushed back against Jaden, who’s lips were teasingly trailing kisses along her shoulder. His fingers hovered around the hem of her dress, and very slowly, he was pulling it upwards, his palms pressing against the material, molding it to her skin. But before he raised the material past her thighs, his fingers suddenly moved back downwards again, and she moaned desperately against Jareth’s lips, as Jaden touched her very lightly between the legs, through the silvery silk. She could feel every part of his body pressing against her from behind, as Jareth continued to kiss her with soft sexual ferocity that made her weak at the knees.

Barely able to think, she was vaguely aware that she was being pushed backwards, and that Jaden’s grip had loosened slightly. Suddenly, she felt herself falling backwards onto the bed, Jareth’s hands at her shoulders, a heart-stoppingly attractive smirk covering his perfect lips. But she didn’t fall back on the silk of the emerald bedcovers. Instead, her body was pressed back against a beautiful mixture of soft skin, hard muscles, and slightly rough leather beneath her thighs. Something flickered in her mind, a memory ignited, but she soon forgot it, because Jareth was leaning down towards her on the bed, and those perfect lips of his had suddenly made contact with her skin, pressing against her throat. Jaden wrapped his arms around her waist, and as Selah tilted her head backwards, her gaze meeting those icy blue eyes, she felt she felt an aching, pleasurable completion as his lips ground down on hers.

She couldn’t help but think that he tasted so good, so beautiful, as she strained her head backwards, and greedily pressed her lips with submissive softness against his, taking everything he had to give her, moaning at the warm tongue pushing in between her lips. Jareth’s lips moved downwards over her skin, savouring the taste of her slowly. He stopped at the neckline of her dress, but Selah felt Jaden’s hand move upwards, as his lips continued to devour hers, and he pulled at the fabric, effortlessly tearing it  right down her front, to her navel, exposing her breasts. Jareth pushed the fabric aside, and his eyes glittered with desire, as she suddenly felt his lips close over one painfully tight nipple. Slowly, teasingly, he sucked at it with careful skill, and Selah truly felt as though she could just come right now, just at the idea of the two of them, on her, touching her with those beautiful fingers, those lips. She could hardly believe her little dream was becoming a reality, and groaned softly as Jareth’s lips trailed down her stomach, long golden strands of his hair brushing against her skin.

She was too caught up in her desire to realise how strangely like her exact fantasy this situation was, even as Jareth slowly lifted the skirt of the ruined silk, and began to lower his head, very slowly… The tips of Jaden’s fingers moved teasingly along the sides of her breasts, and continued downwards, until he reached her thighs. Grasping her legs, he pushed them apart at the knees, his fingers pressing into her skin, holding her legs apart before Jareth, as Selah watched Jareth’s head move lower and lower, Jaden now softly kissing the back of her neck. The sensation of Jaden’s tongue flicking out against her neck, his teeth just grazing her skin, was driving her mad, and she couldn’t take her eyes off Jareth, as his gaze flickered up towards her. Wetting his lips slowly with his tongue, he hesitated teasingly between her parted legs. Selah’s breath came out in sobs, as she tried desperately to make her mouth work.

“P... Please...” she choked breathlessly.

“Better give the little girl what she wants…” said a dark voice huskily from behind her, as his lips moved around to the front of her throat. Jareth’s fingers covered his brother’s for a spilt second, holding Selah’s legs apart, before Jaden’s hands returned to her breasts, starting to caress them slowly. She swore she saw Jareth smile up at Jaden wickedly for a moment, but that was entirely forgotten, when Jareth’s tongue slid slowly between her legs, hotly thrusting into her wetness. Selah cried out loudly at the shock of the warm tongue pressing into her body, writhing between the two beautiful men who held her. With a teasing, slow pace, he began to stroke her hard with his tongue, as though he was savouring each taste of her. She gasped out cries of pleasure, pressing her body back against Jaden, but her hips arching upwards rhythmically, to each movement of Jareth’s skillful tongue.

She was pressed so hard between them, that her pleasure increased, as she felt the unmistakable straining of Jaden’s erection through the leather beneath her thighs, and she ground herself back against it for a moment, enjoying the barely perceptible sound deep in Jaden’s throat in response to this.

Jareth pushed her legs further apart, and he began to lap faster and harder between her legs, his whole mouth covering her, devouring her completely. Selah groaned, so close she could burst, as Jaden’s hands made their way down her stomach, pushing the material of the dress aside. Jareth pulled back slightly, so that only his tongue thrust inside her, pressing deep inside her, and Selah felt the pleasurable shock of the tips of Jaden’s fingers brushing against her clit. His other hand on her breast, caressing it with brutal skill, he used a finger on the other hand to circle her clit, his rhythmic, hard caresses in sync with the hot thrusts of his brother’s tongue. Jaden’s lips opened over the skin of her neck, and she felt his teeth press into her skin, harder now, the softness of his fringe brushing against her right shoulder.

Arching shamelessly into their touch, Selah felt a scream rise up inside her, as it became too much to bear, and Jaden actually bit hard into her skin, the addition of the pleasurable pain sending her over. Jareth’s tongue thrust even harder, and Jaden’s soft fingertips still circled her clit, as Selah screamed both of their names, one after the other, barely able to breath as wave after wave crashed over her body, undulating, vibrating in every cell of her. She became very aware of Jareth’s fingers digging hard into her thighs, and Jaden’s erection pressing hard between her legs from beneath her, and his soft lips pressing against the tiny wound he had made on her neck.

Very slowly, her delirious dizziness subsided, both men still caressing her until she came down entirely. Her mind clearing a little, it dawned on her that what she’d just experienced was in fact far too similar to her fantasy to be a coincidence… But how…?

“How… how did you know…?” she whispered, collapsing back against Jaden, her limbs throbbing with lazy pleasure. She could tell from the mischievous sparkle in Jareth’s eyes that he knew exactly what she meant, and she shuddered as Jaden’s dark laughter sounded behind her, his breath soft on the back of her neck.

They didn’t answer, but Jareth reached up to press his lips swiftly to hers, as Jaden slipped from beneath her. Jareth moved to her right, and Jaden to her left. Each of them held one of her wrists, and pinned it above her head, at her gasp of shock. Jaden gazed down at her wickedly, and she suddenly felt not only his fingers pressing against her wrist, but cold metal too. Looking up in surprise, she saw that her wrist had been shackled to one of the bedposts, as had the other. He moved down her body, and his cool lips pressed against her ankle. Crying out, Selah realised her ankles were now chained as well. Jaden kneeled between her legs, and Jareth got off the bed, smiling lustfully, as Jaden bent over her, and tore the dress entirely from her body.

Now completely naked in front of the brothers, Selah ran her tongue out over her dry lips, her eyes flickering towards the chains that held her again, feeling a perverse kind of anticipation, closely followed by fear. To her shock, Jaden then got off the bed too, and the two of them stood, watching her for a moment. Jareth suddenly bent his head to Jaden’s ear, and whispered something. Neither of them took their eyes off her for a moment.

Selah watched a smile curve Jaden’s lips, and he nodded, laughter in his beautiful blue eyes. He then looked at Jareth questioningly, and Jareth looked rather awkward, and whispered again into his brother’s ear. At these words, whatever they were, Jaden laughed out loud, then finally nodded firmly, his eyes glittering. Glancing towards Selah again, Jaden seemed to give her a barely perceptible wink.

Selah’s lips parted in shock as, without a word, Jaden grabbed Jareth by the shoulders, pushing him violently into the wall. A cry of surprise escaped her lips, and she watched, ashamed at the desire that curled in her stomach, as Jaden proceeded to press his lips to Jareth’s. She could see his tongue press roughly into his mouth, as Jareth’s eyes, instead of being wide with shock as they had been to begin with, slowly closed in pleasure. Jaden’s hands moved to Jareth’s face, those soft fingertips tracing the skin so like his own. Jareth seemed to be entirely lost, and was pressing himself against him, his hands tight around Jaden’s waist. Oh God… Selah knew it was wrong, but they both looked so beautiful together like that, and she wished she could press her own fingers between her legs as she watched them…

Suddenly, a strange kind of silver light seemed to gather at Jaden’s fingertips, and it glowed, seeming to pass through into Jareth, as a similar light passed from Jareth’s submissive, soft lips to his brother’s. Something was happening… and she could only watch, mesmerised as they were both surrounded by the same soft, glittering light. Only when Selah heard an unbidden moan escape Jaden’s lips, did Jareth push him rather brutally away. Jareth now looked decidedly shaken, if a little cold, but his brother seemed to be surveying him calmly, a smile playing over his face.

“Enjoy that, did you?” whispered Jareth to his brother, a cruel smile covering the uncomfortableness that seemed to have shaken him before. Jaden stepped back, seeming a little intimidated, but he only smiled, though his voice was trembling slightly.

“Yes.”

A moment of silence passed between them, before they turned back to Selah, and she realised she had been holding her breath… Whatever had happened, was now over, as she felt both of their gazes burning into her skin with desire. As her gaze moved from one to the other… It was strange.

Somehow, they seemed different…

Part Five

Silently, Jaden advanced towards Selah, and when he reached the bed, he leaned downwards, the ice-blue of his eyes surprisingly warm, as he caught her lips briefly with his, one hand pressing into the soft mattress just above her head. Jareth hung back a moment, and leaned lazily on the silver bedpost at the end of the bed, his arms folded, just watching. His eyes were dark, and held a strange kind of amusement at what he saw, his lips curved cruelly with strange, uncharacteristic calmness. He then pushed away from the bedpost, and walked closer, kneeling on the bed beside Selah, on the opposite side from Jaden.

Pushing back a long lock of hair with what seemed like a kind of awkwardness, or rather, a sense of newness, Jareth reached down towards her naked body, his long fingers perfectly steady, as she felt his electric touch on her stomach, teasingly trailing over her skin. Her stomach muscles tightened pleasurably, a new warmth between her legs throbbing, as Jaden’s tongue slipped inside her mouth. He kissed her deeply, but it seemed different than she was accustomed to… His lips tasted the same, but the kiss had lost a certain animalistic quality – the soul-tearing lust Jaden seemed to possess, instead becoming gentler, deep, slow, and warm, but very pleasurable all the same, albeit in a different way. In fact, it was a lot more like…

Selah’s eyes widened, very suddenly, as a thought dawned on her.

God… she couldn’t be right, could she? It would explain why they seemed so different… They had swapped bodies! But surely – that was impossible? Then, she saw that Jareth had caught her eye, and the fingers that now trailed teasingly down to her navel wrapped around the side of her waist, very firmly. Too firmly... Slowly, he smiled at her, understanding in his eyes, at her expression. His smile was cold as she sharp midnight air, devastatingly sexy, and he tilted his head in an uncharacteristic, mocking, boy-like manner. His overall expression conveyed… lust. A familiar, animalistic, soul tearing lust... Merciless. Cruel. Irresistible.

That wasn’t Jareth at all…

He leaned forward, as Jaden – or not – continued to kiss her passionately, seeming to smile against her lips, as ‘Jareth’ whispered close to her ear, his golden hair brushing lightly across the side of her breast, making her shudder pleasurably.

“Clever girl.” Was all he said, before sneering wickedly, one owl-like eyebrow arching upwards, as she felt the sudden shock of his fingers thrusting in between her legs purposefully, sliding across her wetness with hard strokes, as his head was lowered slowly to her breast. Selah cried out as she felt him take one sensitive, tight nipple between his teeth, rather violently, shocking her so that she moaned into his brother’s mouth. He released it, just a moment before it became too painful to bear, and circled his tongue soothingly around it, laughing darkly against her heated skin, pressing his fingers teasingly inside her.

His lips then moved back upwards, and he pressed them to her neck. Running his tongue slowly along the skin there, he then raised his head, lifting his fingers from between her legs, and his brother broke softly from the kiss. They looked at each other.

“Our differences are too apparent, brother.” Said ‘Jareth’, poison glinting briefly in his eyes at those words “Our precious thing has evidently discovered our little game.”

“I’m not surprised.” Said ‘Jaden’ with a short laugh, raising an eyebrow elegantly. “I couldn’t reproduce your arrogance in a million years.”

His brother’s eyes narrowed at this, and he leaned closer to the other.

“I want my body back.” He said, maliciously “I can’t stand this haircut for another moment.” He growled.

“Fine.” Bit out ‘Jaden’, as Selah looked on, bewildered. “You know what you have to do.”

“Why don’t you take the initiative, hmm, you spineless little fuck? Only try not to enjoy it so much this time. I always did think you preferred…”

But ‘Jareth’ was cut off mid sentence, because his brother’s anger had slowly welled inside him at these words, until he had surprised the other by reaching out and taking a clump of his long hair in one hand. His eyes blazed with anger, as he pulled his brother to him, kissing him so violently that Selah could have sworn she even heard their teeth clashing. There didn’t seem to be anything to enjoy in that kiss, she thought dazedly, it seemed to be all anger, though ‘Jareth’s’ fingers inexplicably tightened to a painful level on her thigh – from rage, or something else, she couldn’t be certain.

Soon, it seemed the change was taking place once more, as the familiar white light surrounded Jaden and Jareth. Both jerked back, anger in their expressions, after it was over. Very slowly, as the two of them stared each other out, the anger subsided. The tension still remained, but had come back down from the dangerous level that had made Selah believe they would be ready to tear each other’s throats out at any given moment. In the case of one of them, Selah didn’t know just how accurate that guess was…

Jaden’s expression suddenly changed, and he placed his slender fingers on top of Jareth’s, where Jareth’s hand now lay high up on her inner thigh. Jareth was releasing the hard grip with which Jaden, in his body, had touched her, and left angry red marks where the fingertips had pressed into her soft skin. With a growing, dark smile, Jaden gripped his brother’s hand, and pushed it further upwards, causing Selah to shiver at the feeling of one of them guiding the other’s hand over her body.

“On reflection… I believe we have better things to do than fight, hmm Jareth?” he said, gazing down at the beautiful woman that lay, anticipating, beneath them, his expression seductive, his eyes misting over with lust as his anger was slowly forgotten.
Jareth’s voice fell to a whisper as he looked down at his own hand, and he suddenly stopped Jaden from forcing his touch further.  His eyes flew upwards, catching his brother’s gaze.

“I want to watch you touch her.” he said breathlessly, his beautiful blue eyes narrowing through a long strand of gold that fell over his face to his collarbone, as though he didn’t actually believe what he was saying. Jaden’s eyes widened for a very brief moment.

“Now there’s a development.” He said, quietly, and almost imperceptibly nodded. The forceful, dominant side of Jaden was very pleased that he could have her to himself for a while… Even if it was to suit Jareth’s little fantasy. Jareth moved off the bed, and sat himself down on a plush, silk-lined chair beside the bed, his long fingers wrapping around the polished wood of the arms of the chair, his eyes glittering with lust.

Jaden glanced over at him curiously, then forgot all about Jareth, as his cold blue eyes fixed on Selah, his gaze trailing darkly over the length of her body. He positioned himself between her legs, and leaned down over her, grasping the chains that held each wrist in his fingers and checking they were completely secure.

“No way out, girl…” he whispered, his breath cool, and leaving a pleasantly sharp, electric tingle as it touched her flushed cheek. “What a pity.” he smirked mercilessly.

“You know what I haven’t done to that beautiful body of yours…?” he asked quietly, running his fingers over the metal and her wrists, as the blood rushed hotly through her veins. His touch brushed her arms and shoulders, then her collarbone, until black-painted nails smoothed very lightly over her tight nipples, brushing the sides of her breasts, which rose with each quickening breath, and his fingers then moved slowly down to her stomach.

“I haven’t… Tasted you.” He growled softly “Not in the way I’d like to…” he continued, his voice low, as he moved slightly lower, the cool tip of his tongue slowly tracing her collarbone. Selah shuddered beneath his touch, effected greatly by the very idea of his suggestion.

“Please… I want you to…” she said, her voice shaking, the plea nothing more than a breathless sob.

“Oh come on, precious…” he said menacingly “I’ll need more encouragement than that.” he teased mercilessly, slowly easing her thighs apart with his hands, as his tongue slowly ran down along the flesh between her breasts, the pressure there tormentingly light.  He pressed her thighs open wider, the leather of his pants brushing against her inner leg as he pulled her downwards a little, her body sliding over the pale silk, but clinging slightly to it, with the fresh perspiration that gathered on her embarrassingly warm figure.

She pressed her body further forwards, trying to get close enough to touch him, but the chains dug into her wrists, and restrained her. She fell back onto the bed, and moaned softly, her voice breaking as she whispered.

“What do I have to do?” she asked, almost desperately. Jaden’s eyes glittered with lust and amusement, and he tilted his head down close to hers.

“Nothing much…” He said sinisterly, running his tongue absently along his lower lip as he watched her, one finger slowly circling a nipple teasingly. She held her breath, and waited.

“Just… scream.” He said, calmly, but on the last word, said with cruel emphasis, he closed his finger and thumb around the nipple he’d been teasing, and squeezed, extremely hard, painfully so. Selah’s body arched as she felt the pain shoot through her overly-sensitised breast, and she cried out loudly in a gasping scream, her eyes closing tightly.

In the chair that faced the bed, Jareth bit his lower lip hard, unable, and unwilling to look away from the bed.

When Selah opened her eyes again, they were wide as she looked up at him in shock. Jaden simply smirked.

“Ohh… I like you.” He whispered. “Girls sound so pretty when they scream… And you sound amazing.” he drawled, as his hand slid slowly between her thighs, the pain swiftly forgotten. The tip of his finger pressed against her wetness, and then moved upwards slightly, to press against her clit, his fingers soft, his touch becoming harder and gaining a slow rhythm as the tip of his finger circled. He locked his gaze with hers, as he bent his head slowly, kissing the pale, warm flesh of her stomach with soft, strangely gentle, parted lips.

She arched her body against him, a tiny sound escaping her lips from the back of her throat, as his fingers trailed slowly down the sides of her thighs. His lips then pressed against the warm skin of her inner thigh, his hands moving underneath her knees to push them upwards, so that they were bent, and she was entirely exposed to him. Jaden's hands wandered the length of her legs, right down to her ankles, his long fingers curving gently around each ankle, before moving back up to her thighs, as his cool lips parted on her inner thigh, and his tongue slowly stroked the skin there.

Selah swallowed dryly, and tried her best not to sob out his name, begging him. It was in vain, though, because the teasing caress of his tongue only edged higher between her legs, then moving to her other thigh, cruelly denying her what she wanted the most, as his hands drifted up over her stomach.

"Jaden..." she groaned, her whole body pulsing with need, as she lay, helpless and chained, beneath him. Finally, she felt his hands move downwards once more, and they met each other between her legs, as he slowly parted her with his fingers, and lowered his head. With slow, tormenting deliberation, the tip of his tongue pressed against the lowest part of her opening, and agonsingly slid upwards, until she tremblingly felt him slide over her clit, his tongue slowly swirling around it, teasing the edges of her most sentitive spot. Breathlessly, she moaned, trying to keep her control and not press herself into him, so that she could enjoy this beautiful torment for longer, but her body shook violently from the effort.

The feeling was beyond amazing, as his tongue trailed from the bottom to the top of her wetness once more, just hard enough to make her shiver, but light enough to tease mercilessly. His fingers still held her apart, and caressed her edges softly, before he suddenly pressed his whole tongue hard within her wetness, his lips closing over her, as Selah grasped at the chains around her wrists for some kind of support, her body jerking violently at such pleasure. She glanced down at him, though it hurt her neck, and watched him, his beautiful blue eyes closed as he thrust his tongue inside her once more. Gasping, she watched him still, as he withdrew his tongue, and moved his soft lips upwards to close them around her clit, slowly beginning to suck it, two long fingers pressing inside her body, and curving inwards to touch and press hard against a spot that made her body shake even more violently, then rhythmically moving them in and out of her, sliding into her warmth over and over.

Then withdrawing his fingers, which were slick with her wetness, he sucked even harder at her clit, and his tongue flicked out against it, and then, as Selah thought she couldn't take it any more, he gently withdrew his lips. Crying out, she was glad to feel him on her again, as the flat of his tongue pressed against her entire wetness, and he brought her to the very brink with hard, rough strokes in between her trembling legs, as she finally pressed herself as hard as she could against him, arching shamelessly, until finally, the unbearable pleasure tore throughout her body in a heated flash, and tears welled in her eyes. She screamed once more, this time in unbelievable ecstacy, her knuckles white around the cool chains, as he gently lapped at her, now with the tip of his tongue, allowing her to breathlessly come down from her climax, her eyes opening hazily again, to watch him press kisses against her inner thighs, his beautiful hair ruffled and clinging slightly to his face, which he then raised to look at her, a smile curving his lips, as he watched her try to slow her heavy breathing, staring straight into her glittering eyes with his own blue.

"You taste wonderful..." he said, his voice low and husky, and breaking very slighly as he leaned over her, resting his slightly-glittering body on his arms, as he captured her lips with his, pressing down against her, and she wished with all her heart that she could wrap her arms around him and bring him closer. As if on queue, Selah felt the shackles on her wrists and ankles fall away, and unable to think clearly enough to wonder how that had happened, she lifted her arms and flung them around his neck, pressing her body up against him, one naked leg sliding around his thighs and pulling him harder against her body, feeling his erection press between her legs through the leather, forcing a moan from her lips, into his mouth, and Selah thrust her tongue harder, devouring every inch of his demanding lips.

Jareth still sat in the chair, his self control unbelieveable, until he finally prised one hand from the wooden armrest of the chair, and his fingers slid down between his legs, his breath catching in his throat as he caressed himself lightly through the denim, his gaze still fixed on the figures on the bed, the silk covers clinging to Selah's beautiful naked body.

Jaden tore his lips from hers, finally, and tilted his head to the side, to speak wickedly into her ear, after the tip of his tongue trailed down the edge of her earlobe, down along her neck, and then she felt his breath against her jaw again.

"Know what I'm going to do now...?" he asked darkly, his voice smooth and filled with lust, his body pressed against her. She shook her head in response, her heart pounding against his chest, her breasts crushed against him, her eyes wide. His voice became cruel and blatantly sexual as he spoke right next to her ear.

"I'm going to lift you from this bed... Slam you against the wall, and fuck you so hard you'll lose your pretty little voice from screaming..." he drawled angrily.

Selah gasped and shuddered beneath him, gripping him harder, sobbing.

"Yes... Oh God yes..." she breathed in reply.

"You'd like that, would you?" he said, moving his eyes back to hers, and grasping her waist, his smile wicked, and full of desire. Wordlessly, helplessly aroused, Selah nodded...

Part Six

The next few moments seemed to pass by in slow motion, although in actuality Jaden lifted Selah up from the bed, and pushed her back into the wall with a violent kind of speed. She cried out as she felt her shoulder blades slam back against the wall, and if he’d been only slightly less careful, she had a sneaking suspicion he’d have done her some serious damage. Pushing her naked body hard into the cold stone, he forced her upwards against it, so that her feet didn’t touch the ground. Her face was level with his, his arms her only form of support, before she put her own arms around his neck, clinging on for life as he roughly parted her thighs with his leg, his hands then reaching downwards and moving underneath her to support her.

Lifting her so that she was now even higher than him, he reached between her legs and stroked her roughly, looking up at her with dark lust in his eyes.

“You are a virgin, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he said darkly. Selah nodded silently, and fear knotted suddenly in her stomach, her breath catching in her throat.

“Good.” He said, smiling a little cruelly, pressing two fingers inside her, which made her groan and arch off the wall into him, as he withdrew his fingers once more, slowly, leaving them covered in her wetness, confirming just how achingly ready she was for him.

As Selah heard the sound of a zipper slowly being lowered, her breathing rate increased dramatically. She didn’t know if that was mostly due to the frantic feeling of fear, or the dark lust that raged inside her, the need to have him within her, this very second, before she screamed in frustration. The mixture of feelings was making her dizzy, though everything that was happening was in fact almost painfully clear and real, and she was aware of the tiniest movement each of them made, every intake of breath and every sound. Her gaze flickered to Jareth, on the other side of the bed, and the warmth spreading throughout her worsened as she watched the hand that steadily moved between his legs. She wickedly enjoyed the knowledge that it was Jaden and herself that were reducing him to that form of relief.

Her eyes then returned to the cold blue right in front of her, a glittering, searing gaze that claimed her attention completely, and the grip of her arms around his neck tightened, as she fought the urge to whimper with need. A gasp escaped her as she then felt a teasing warmth press against her opening, and she sobbed jerkily, her head going back against the wall, her hair clinging to her cheek. She closed her eyes, unable to cope with the idea of him finally pushing inside her, although he hadn’t yet.

“Look at me, Selah.” He said, rather sharply, and she quickly opened her eyes and met his wicked gaze once more. “Now, girl… Just make sure you remember this...” He whispered, pushing slightly harder against her slickness, but still not moving inside her.

Then, agonisingly slowly, biting his lower lip slightly, and smiling icily, he slid inside her, enjoying the feeling of her tightness around him, her eyes widening as he moved deeper inside her than she could have imagined anyone could. She groaned at the feeling of pain, and bit back her sobs as she throbbed around him, the throbbing making her acutely aware of how completely he was filling her, and also strangely pleasurable.

“I own you.” he said darkly, remaining deep inside her, quite aware that she was close to begging him to move inside her, to push into her again and again. Selah found the idea of belonging to him more perfect, and yet more frightening than anything she had ever felt before.

“Jaden…” she breathed, instinctually pushing against him with her inner muscles, which made his breath catch, even though it was barely perceptible.

“Fuck me. Now…” she said, with a desperate firmness that surprised her. He raised an eyebrow, and slowly pulled out of her, almost all the way.

“So demanding…” he said softly, then leaning forward and whispering coldly.

“I’ll try not to break you…” he drawled, then illiciting a near-scream from Selah, as he slammed hard inside her, burying himself impossibly deep once more, her body crashing back into the wall, her gripping him weakly with lust as he repeated the perfectly angled thrust. His eyes remained open, and were full of dark intent and ferocious dominance, watching the reaction of her trembling body against him, as he mercilessly thrust into her over and over. He finally growled, as his need for total control got the better of him, and he slammed both of her wrists against the wall, pinning them beside her with pressure that was painful. She didn’t seem to notice the pain, though, and was too caught up in the pleasure that was growing and growing inside her body with each thrust, as she groaned loudly. Her pleasure increased as she caught sight of Jareth again, his hand having now moved inside his jeans, his gaze locked on both of them.

But she was too caught up to watch him for long, and felt a scream rise up inside her throat, feeling as though she was about to pass out, knowing how close she was to her climax already. But Jaden held her down tightly, and slowed frustratingly, dark laughter sounding from his throat, as she stared into his amusement-filled eyes, her own shamelessly needy.

“No… Jaden… Don’t stop… You can’t…” she choked in a breathless whisper, her hips grinding against his, trying to force him further inside her again.

“What do we say, hmm…?” he said, smirking cruelly, and running his tongue absently over his upper lip, making her want him even more, with greater need than she thought was possible.

“P-please…” she whispered, which only caused him to grip her wrists with even more painful pressure, and sneer, as he spoke roughly and sharply.

“Louder.”

“Please!” she cried out, uncaring of how desperate she sounded, sobbing with completion as he finally sped up again, her release soon coming closer and closer once more, as he slammed hard inside her, this time with such abandon that she felt her back crashing into the wall much more violently. She couldn’t help but begin to scream with pleasure, although her screams became rougher as a single tear trailed down the warm skin of her cheek, helpless, entirely under his power.

“It hurts… No… I…” she gasped through cries, not wanting it to stop, but feeling torn between the intense pleasure and pain he was causing. “Jaden… Don’t! I can’t…”

“Mmm… good.” He growled heartlessly, knowing how close she was despite the pain knew he was causing her, from the hardness of his thrusts. “Really want me to stop?” he drawled wickedly.

“No… no. Fuck, no…” she whispered, biting the words out, arching hard into him, realising just how much she needed him to go on.

“Go on… Scream… Come for me…” he said darkly, still thrusting deep into her, then groaning as he felt her tighten around him, and Selah screamed his name. The pain was forgotten once more as she felt pleasurable heat engulf her completely, spreading out from between her legs to her stomach, her chest, her thighs, and making her whole body tremble. He then slowed his thrusts a little, and let her ride it out, but still pressed deeply inside her, moaning very loudly in a way that was so attractive it made her want to come all over again, just from the sound of his voice, as she felt his warmth fill her, finding his own release.

Looking down at him breathlessly, her cheeks tear-stained, she could barely believe that she had made him come like that, and just stared at his beauty for a long moment, mesmerised. If there was anyone she ever wanted to be owned by - This was him. And she knew without a doubt that he was right. He was her first… and now she was his. And it felt so good…

Jaden smiled a soft, but strangely dark kind of smile, and gently pushed Selah down to sit on the edge of the bed just behind her, her legs trembling as she sat. Zipping up his leather trousers again, he ran his fingers through his golden hair to straighten a few ruffled strands, and leaned back against the wall, looking quite breathtaking, his lean chest glistening with slight perspiration, gazing down at Selah, reaching forward to push aside the dark hair that clung to her flushed face. Jaden, however, looked surprisingly calm and seemed to have recovered already, considering the amount of effort he had quite evidently put in, just moments ago. Selah sat upon the covers of the bed, very aware of her own breathing, the soft feel of the silk beneath her.

She also became aware, very suddenly, that Jaden was looking past her now, with a curious, amused look on his face. He folded his arms, and smiled slowly.

“I believe, precious… that Jareth could do with your… assistance.”

She followed Jaden’s gaze, and Selah’s eyes widened as she saw the blatantly unfulfilled state of desire the other twin was in. Lowering her gaze, she felt herself stammer as she spoke, her heartbeat quickening, no matter how ludicrous that seemed, considering what had happened already.

“Wh-what should I do?” she asked breathlessly, raising her gaze to Jaden’s again. He elegantly arched his brow, and pushed off the wall, reaching down to her and taking her hand in his, lifting her from the bed and guiding her over to the other side of. He stopped in front of Jareth, who looked up at them, his eyes glittering with desire. He tried to stand, but Jaden’s hand on his shoulder firmly pushed him back down into the chair, instantly, and his breathing audibly became faster as Jaden leaned down over him, his expression shamelessly and cruelly teasing as he gripped the denim of Jareth’s already unzipped jeans with both hands. Selah simply watched, wordlessly, as Jaden pulled his brother’s jeans roughly down to his ankles. Jareth looked as though he was about to say something, his eyes impossibly wide, holding his breath.

Jaden laughed, very quietly. He stood upright once more, expressionless as he stepped back, placing his hands gently on Selah’s upper arms, guiding her carefully down to kneel in front of Jareth. Selah bit her lower lip, her hands moving to Jareth’s thighs for support. His breath caught in his throat as her fingers wrapped around his legs, and to her surprise, a rather evil smile twitched the corner of Jareth’s lips as he looked down at her, gazing at her with deep intensity. She looked from him to Jaden, who had now moved around the back of the chair, and was resting his hands on Jareth’s shoulders. If she wasn’t mistaken, this made Jareth rather… tense. Jaden smiled down at her languidly.

“Improvise, Selah.” He whispered seductively, his tone indulgent, and low. Despite herself, she found that she was unable to repress the slow, less than innocent smile that covered her lips. She wanted to do this. Her gaze drawn between Jareth’s legs, she caught herself wondering how he would taste. On her tongue, her lips. Nervously, she understood that there was only one way to discover that.

She glanced upwards again, and her eyes narrowed curiously as she pondered… Did Jaden know what he tasted like? Suddenly, realising her thoughts, the haze in her head clearing, she blushed furiously, which caused Jaden to look at her with a suspicious smile. Selah prayed he didn’t know what she’d been thinking of, as she looked down again, into Jareth’s eyes, breathing deeply as her fingers hesitantly moved to his inner thighs. She leaned forwards, her hair falling softly about her face. Jaden still watched from above, his palms remaining pressed down firmly on Jareth’s shoulders, as Jareth, noting her hesitance, held a warm encouraging look in his eyes, and softly moved one hand into her hair, as she smiled back up at him, before closing her eyes and tilting her face downwards, slowly pressing her soft lips to his thighs…

Selah heard Jareth’s breath catch in his throat, and it drove her onwards; gave her courage. She felt a sudden surge of wicked excitement. Selah suddenly wanted to control him, get a reaction out of him, make him, in all his beauty, beg for it… With a barely noticeable wry smile, she wondered whether that wasn’t a little of Jaden’s influence sinking into her mind already. It was quite obvious that man was very fond of power indeed, and Selah had an inkling that his hunger was certainly not restricted to sex.

Her lips still pressed very, very softly to the skin of Jareth’s inner thigh, and as these thoughts flickered through her head, she trailed them slowly further upwards, her mouth fixed in a very feminine smile, as her tongue flickered out to taste him. As he felt her warmth sliding closer between his legs, she was satisfied by the slight tightening of his fingers in her hair. I can see the attraction of all this power, she mused. It’s like a drug. See how much of their cool you can make your victim lose…

Her eyes remained closed, as she savoured the feeling of his skin beneath her tongue, elegant, long fingers wrapped in her hair, so carefully and yet so desperately. He has such grace, she thought, her teeth grazing his skin as she nipped teasingly at his thigh… It’s as though he should be royalty… A king, or something. She didn’t have time to wonder about the strangeness of that observation, nor did she realise how close to the truth she was, because her mouth had travelled far enough, and she wanted to touch him properly, caress him with the tips of her fingers. Wrap her lips about him, and make him gasp…

Her name on his lips. Now, that was beautiful to hear, she thought, her whole body warming as she heard that very sound. She had, very gently, swirled the soft point of her tongue in a circular motion about his tip, and her name, stated in a breathless whisper, had been her reward. The only thing that mattered right now was… more. She wanted so much more of him. There was an urge deep inside her now, to take him inside her as Jaden had been inside her… But right now, that wasn’t an option.

So, she did the closest thing to that she could in this situation, and slowly slid her lips about him, taking him into her mouth. Her fingers pressed into the skin of his thighs, leaving little red marks upon the paleness, as her tongue caressed him firmly and slowly along the underside. She eased as much of much of him as she could inside her mouth, surprised at how she enjoyed the taste of him. Or perhaps it was the way he held her tightly to him, and the way those quiet, low moans were escaping his lips, that made it sweeter.

Either way, it didn’t matter, and Selah instinctively began to suck him deep between her lips, her fingers deftly straying to his stomach, beneath his shirt, then up to his chest, to brush her fingers softly over his nipples. She was pleased to find that his breath was quickened, his chest moving up and down in a swift, uneven pattern beneath her caresses.

When she intensified her ministrations, her eyes flickered open and upwards, as Jareth then muttered something quite unexpected, in a strangely tormented sound of pleasure.

“Jaden…”

Selah wondered for an intrigued moment, if Jareth was actually fantasising about his brother giving him what she was, but as she glanced upwards, she understood.

One of Jareth’s hands remained tangled tightly in her hair, and his body arched backwards very slightly on the chair instinctively, giving her better access. His eyes were closed lightly in deep pleasure, glittering sweeps of pewter still shimmering slightly on his closed lids, soft, very slightly cruel-looking lips parted. But Jareth’s other hand reached behind him. 

Jaden, it seemed, was now kneeling behind the chair. One of his hands easily pushed Jareth’s head slightly to the side, grasping just a little of his long golden hair between his fingers. He had bared Jareth’s pale neck, and, eyes wide open, sparkling with amusement and what seemed like curiosity, his lips trailed seductively upwards, along the sensitive skin there. Jareth’s other hand was wrapped around his twin’s neck, holding him there, unwilling to let Jaden put an end to his apparently experimental touch.

Jaden reached downwards, flicking the buttons of Jareth’s shirt open easily, trailing his long fingers down the smoothness of his chest, his lips now parting warmly and effortlessly over his neck, until his hand came into contact with Selah’s. He caressed the back of her palm idly with his fingertips, Selah’s ministrations between Jareth’s legs still agonisingly languid, but deep. Her fingers entwined with Jaden’s, as his tongue flickered out very lightly over the skin of Jareth’s throat. Jareth’s body seemed to shiver at this, and he emitted a ragged gasp. He was so close to sobbing with pleasure, but held it back… Selah closed her eyes again, and took Jareth deeper still into her mouth, moaning around him, loving every minute of this.

This assault on Jareth’s body – what Jaden was doing, along with her own mouth on him – it was so completely wrong but wonderful, in a twisted, beautiful way, that it made her whole body desperately warm with pleasure, a growing wetness between her legs demanding to be fulfilled. She wished she could be a part of and watch it at the same time, but no matter how impossible that was, she knew she couldn’t deal with this torment for much longer. She needed Jareth inside her - she needed something to put an end to this, right now…

No sooner than Selah had withdrawn her mouth from Jareth, she found herself being propelled backwards. Jaden was suddenly behind her, his hands gripping her wrists and pressing them down above her head against the coolness of the pine floor, and Jareth was above her, covering her. His long hair fell in glimmering strands about his pale face, very slight perspiration having gathered on his forehead. Biting his lower lip in a manner that reminded Selah of his brother, though with more abandon and pure lust showing through in the gesture, Jareth slid inside her.

She closed her eyes, crying out and running her fingers inside his shirt, after Jaden released her wrists, and bent to place a small lingering kiss on her lips. She reached up to him, hungering for his taste after he had withdrawn, but he stood, and disappeared out of sight, with a small, unreadable smile on his lips.

Selah then held Jareth tight beneath his shirt, gripping him to her, as he began to thrust, a broken, wonderful moan escaping his lips as his pace increased. He was so close already, but was steadily managing to bring her closer and closer before his own release. His hand slid down between her legs, finding her clit and stroking a fingertip rhythmically against it, as he thrust harder. A mischievous smile curved his lips, shimmering make-up running a little down one cheek, as she groaned. His caress was perfect, and it was bringing her closer and closer with each stroke.

Suddenly, Jareth’s smile disappeared, and his eyes closed, as Selah’s breath caught in her throat, her climax nearing. She could see that his teeth were tightly clenched, adamant and wanting her to get there before he did, and considering the skill of his touch as he moved within her, Selah knew Jareth was going to get his wish. As if to confirm this, she felt her nails dig mercilessly into the skin of his torso, a force outside of her disallowing her to put an end to the violence with which she did this, though Jareth didn’t seem to mind. In fact, as she cried out in her own release, he growled out his own, heat filling her entire body like a bright flash of sun, undulating, then, slowly, fading away. Selah sensed only closeness, warmth, and, coherence something forgotten, she finally welcomed blackness that glittered with magic she didn’t understand, and probably never would.

After he had recovered, which seemed like a lifetime, Jareth lifted the sleeping Selah into his arms, and made his way towards the large bed, stopping at the edge of its silver frame.

Jaden slept. Jareth’s eyes narrowed, watching him for a moment. The bastard looked like an angel when he was sleeping. It didn’t make sense, but it was true. Beautiful lips, closed, relaxed. Blue eyes hidden beneath unfairly long-lashed lids, his hair ruffled about him on the dark emerald pillow. His face paler than Jareth’s, flawless like his brother’s, ironically pure in appearance. All he was missing was a pair of soft white-feathered wings, folded behind him as he slept.

What a fucking joke, mused Jareth, as he lay the beautiful girl in his arms on the bed beside Jaden, in the centre of the soft mattress. An angel of corruption, perhaps. Maybe the Fallen Angel, but never a true angelic being. Never.

Jareth lay down beside Selah, on the opposite side of the bed to Jaden, as she sleepily wrapped her arms around him, and he held her in return. Even as he drifted off, he didn’t realise that Jaden wasn’t sleeping.

The End.