{ :: ZAIDEN :: } scmpiiternal
& * || IT WASN’T AS if Zaiden Hendricks was any stranger to sex. No, if anything, sex was the one thing the blue-eyed man could use like a weapon more than anything. Growing up in the heart of the Big Apple meant he was constantly surrounded by warm bodies and before he was even in highschool, Zaiden found himself tangled up with boys much too old for him. It was a bad habit, anaddiction that he never quite grew out of–and even now, with an international corporation at his fingertips and his twin brother all but ruling it at his side, he couldn’t quite shake it.
Zaiden was nothing if not a strategist–and when posed with executive decisions, his decisive attitude helped him scheme up whatever would work in his best interest. The shareholders, investors, and potential business partners were all an open book–lonely, needy older men with acraving. Old 50-somethings with dead-end marriages and three children were the easiest. They wanted a change, something to make them feel alive. They wanted to feel in control of their lives and they wanted a body to help with that. All it took was an accidental stray touch, a well-timed laugh and the implication of more–and the deal was made.
His brother often told him that using sex to clinch a business deal wasn’t really necessary–but they both knew it made the entire ordeal easier. Especially if blackmail was involved. Fooling men already trapped in their midlife crisis into fucking him and using it as blackmail was all but second-nature. All it took was one phone call, one promise to call their wife and tell them exactly whathappened–and the deal was made then and there. He’d done this too many times to count–but there were always nights that were harder than others.
For once, Zaiden didn’t even wait till the morning after to call up an Uber. The ungodly hour didn’t deter him from dragging himself into his ride, relaying the address to his Upper East Side penthouse before slumping into silence. He was tired, worn-out, and disgusted. His skin was still crawling and all he wanted was a hot shower. Everything seemed to move in slow motion–even the digital numbers in the elevator and the way the metal doors slid open. He knew it was well past 3 AM–no normal human being was supposed to be up at this hour–but that didn’t stop Zaiden from yanking off his tie and throwing it aside, blazer following suit, before making his way into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of whiskey. He had half a mind to gulp down the alcohol straight from the bottle, but he forced himself through the motions of finding the right glass from the cabinet and pour the amber liquid into it. He didn’t even register the sound of footsteps–not until the sound of his brother’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, forcing his tired blue eyes to snap up and look at him.
“You should be sleeping.”
“You should be sleeping.”
Zacharie didn’t even bother answering his brother as he made his way over to the cabinet pulling down a glass for himself, grabbing the still open bottle and pouring a drink. He knew this act, he didn’t NEED to be Zaiden’s twin to know exactly what was going through his head at that particular moment. Leveling him with a serious look Zacharie let out a low sigh. “You need to stop doing this.” He replied quietly before taking a sip. The cool alcohol ran down his throat, the satisfying burn disappearing as a warmth spread down to his fingers.
It was the same conversation every time, every night or morning that Zaiden would come home from nights like this. Zacharie HATED what sleeping with these men was doing to his brother. He knew that Zaiden hated it too, put Zacharie knew that Zaiden wasn’t about to stop just because they both hated it. It was useful, helpful even when it came to making sure specific deals went through without any issues. Still, Zaiden didn’t need to do it. They could still be the technology kings they were without him doing that to himself.
The silence between them stretched on making Zacharie sigh placing his glass down on the counter. “Honestly, Zade stop.” He said heavily just watching his brother for a reaction. “You don’t have to do this for us. We don’t need it. And it’s killing you, I hate seeing you like this.”
