The Great Escape

I will not speak of your sin Sebastian Smythe. 17. Fuck off.

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Midnight

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Oliver smiled widely into the sleepy kiss that Sebastian had pressed against his lips. That was all he needed. Every night when Sebastian had to go out, Oliver couldn’t wait until he was back, tangled up with him, sharing sweet kisses that he knew he shouldn’t have. Bringing his hand up to rest against the one Sebastian had on his cheek, kissing back, not nearly as sleepy as his brother. “Sleep is for the weak and you’re the strongest person I know.” Oliver had murmured, his lips pressed against Sebastian’s. 

His hands ran over Sebastian’s shoulders, pulling him even closer. “So…” He whispered, quirking a brow. “I want you. You want me. Do you really want to try and be quiet right now and do this?” Oliver dropped his hands down to cup his brother’s bottom, a light pink settling to his cheeks that he was certain Sebastian couldn’t see. It was that, and the darkness, that made him so forward with Sebastian. He slipped his hands underneath the fabric of his boxers, pressing his hands flat against his warm skin. “I love you.” And Oliver would never get tired of saying that.

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At Oliver’s words, Sebastian chuckled and pressed another kiss to his mouth. “You’re damn right I am,” he joked, words stronger than he felt. He didn’t feel strong at all. If he were strong, he’d be able to handle all of this. If he were strong, he’d be able to get himself and Oliver out of here. If he were strong, they wouldn’t have to live like this. But they did, and it was a constant reminder of his weakness. Of course, he’d never let on to Oliver that he felt anything less than wonderful, would let him keep going with the assumption that he was strong, that he always knew what he was doing.

With renewed energy, Sebastian rolled over slightly so that he half lay across Oliver, slipping his leg between Oliver’s, and kissed him deeply. One hand came up to run through Oliver’s hair before resting on his cheek as he teased him with teeth and tongue. Tired as he was, he needed this. He needed comfort, and closeness, and intimacy. His other hand ran down Oliver’s chest, fingertips trailing to his stomach and then tugged at the underwear on his hips, not pulling down, just teasing it over the soft curve of his hips. “Love you too,” he said, pulling his mouth back just slightly, a smile quirking his lips. 

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Oliver sighed softly. He wasn’t about to tell Sebastian no. He’d never tell Sebastian no, especially in a situation like this. If it was going to help him feel better, then he had absolutely no reason to say no to him. Rolling over onto his side to be able to look at his brother better, hands slipping down over his shoulders. “I want to,” He murmured, gently nudging his nose against his brother’s cheek. “I always want to with you. Because I love you. Even though you sound so tired right now and I don’t know how you’re going to make it without falling asleep on me.” Oliver laughed quietly, a hand brushing back up over his spine. 

"You haven’t kissed me yet. I’m not sure if it’s just because you’re tired or because you just wanna get right to business." Oliver mumbled, leaning in to press a teasing kiss against the corner of his mouth. He let his fingers gently tickle over his skin, brushing lightly over his shoulders. Oliver liked to take his time with Sebastian. He liked to feel his gentle touches, his sweet kisses over his body. It made him feel wanted, like he actually belonged and was important to someone. Being intimate with Sebastian was far different than the people he served day over day. They were rough, they hurt him, they made him feel like he was worthless. 

Oliver unlooped his arm from over Sebastian’s shoulder, going to wrap it tightly around his waist, pulling their bodies flush together. “You’ve had a long night, Bas. Are you sure you want to miss out on this sleep just to have some fun with me? We can have fun in the morning. But I want you right now. Don’t think that this is me saying no.” He breathed, beginning to press tiny kisses against his jaw, and down his throat. 

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Again, Sebastian nuzzle into Oliver, starting to lay soft kisses on every inch of skin within his range (which, given that he didn't want to lift his head from the pillow was admittedly not far). He chuckled at the implication that he'd fall asleep during sex. He'd done that once or twice, and the chances of it happening again were higher than he cared to admit. "Nothing wrong with sleep..." he breathed, eyes heavy. 

He finally dragged his head off the pillow and lifted it enough that he could press a warm, sleepy kiss to Oliver's mouth. "Happy now?" He teased before remembering how much he liked that. Yes, kissing that was a good idea. He brought his hand up to Oliver's cheek, angling his head so that he could kiss him more easily, teeth already seeking the lower lip. "Always want you... sleep is..." he suppressed a yawn, "for the weak anyway". 

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Midnight

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Oliver couldn’t help the small little laugh that left his lips as Sebastian’s incessant tickling. “Stop that, Bas. You’re gonna wake the neighbors.” His voice was soft and light, gripping tightly to his brother’s fingers and tugging them away from his abdomen. “You can tickle me in the morning so we don’t get into any trouble.” The last thing that Oliver needed was for the pair of them to be caught like this. They would get into trouble, and this kind of trouble would probably result in Sebastian being taken away from him. He didn’t know if he could deal with that. With not having Sebastian next to his side when he went to bed, or when he woke up in the morning. Living this life wasn’t easy and Sebastian made it a little better. 

When Sebastian asked him how awake he was, he couldn’t help the small smirk that spread across his lips at the thought. He didn’t know how Sebastian did it. When it was Oliver who was treated like a toy, all he wanted to do was curl up in Sebastian’s arms and never let anyone touch him again. But here Sebastian was, pressing sweet kisses into his skin, making him want him even though the better part of Oliver just wanted to make Sebastian feel better without having to sleep with him. But he knew better than to protest, especially if he wanted him just as much. 

"Bastian, are you sure?" His hand slipped over his shoulder, and back up, slipping into his hair. "It’s late and I’m sure you’re tired. I…I want to, but I don’t want to get us into any trouble." This definitely wasn’t Oliver saying no, this was him asking if this was what Sebastian wanted - what he absolutely needed from Oliver right now. 

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Oliver's laughs almost spurred Sebastian on, and for a long moment he was sorely tempted to keep tickling him, making him laugh until his sides ached and his cheeks were flushed and his breath came in quick gasps. Unfortunately, Oliver was correct; it would wake the neighbours, and whilst Sebastian got along with them well enough, waking the neighbours at horrible o'clock would not be one of his wiser decisions. Sebastian could understand that. If he were asleep and was woken by giggling, he'd break bitches.

Sebastian nuzzled Oliver's ear nibbling slightly and giving tiny licks to the barely stubbled skin under his jaw. He was tired, but... he needed this. "Always sure..." He mumbled, words muffled in Oliver's skin. It was strange how the very act that made him feel so filthy and used was able to cleanse him when it came to his brother. He knew he shouldn't like it, knew it was more narcisstic of him than anything else, knew it was wrong on absolutely every level but... fuck him if he cared. Besides, Sebastian had never been one to give a damn about those kinds of things. He knew what he wanted, and he went for it.

"We don't have to..." He said finally, though he still wanted it. "Iss up to you..." he slurred a little in his sleepiness. Mmm, he could just spoon around his brother, press in gently, and fuck himself to sleep, cuddled up against him so perfectly. He wasn't going to force Oliver, never would, never could. That was what put them in this awful situation, made them need each other so badly.

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Midnight

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Oliver hated it. He hated all of the shit that he and Sebastian were put through night after night. He hated that he wasn’t the only person that could to touch Sebastian like that. Oliver didn’t want to share. He didn’t want Sebastian to come back to him obviously broken, but trying his hardest to keep that from Oliver. Most of all, Oliver hated that he had to share. That was the worst part. Knowing that someone had Sebastian before he did. Their moments together were special, sure, but there was always that lingering part in his mind that he just couldn’t get over. Someone had used his brother, his lover, before he got to show him how much that he loved him. 

But now wasn’t the time to be thinking of that, no matter how much his mind kept dragging it back up. Now, they were alone together, hidden safely by the cover of night. “You were gone,” He murmured, a hand going up to run over one of his shoulders, and up the side of his neck. “I don’t like falling asleep before you get back because it’s cold.” Oliver grinned, feet nudging Sebastian’s gently. “Plus, I like using you as a pillow rather than the ones we have. You’re much better.” Oliver laughed quietly when Sebastian’s exploring hands ran over his tummy. Gently brushing them away, he shook his head. “That tickles.” 

Oliver may have hated watching Sebastian walk out that door and away from him, only to give himself up to another person, but the moments like this almost made it all worth it. It was just the two of them against the world and Sebastian made living in their own personal hell just a bit better. Sure, he’d give all that he could just to have a day off to lounge around in bed with him, but this was better than nothing. At least they could be together. 

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Oliver's skin was so soft, warm under his hands. His kisses wandered a little, more absent-minded than anything sexual, tongue pressing out occasionally to taste the salty-sweetness of the skin. Oliver's words reverberated through his mind; he knew how Oliver felt, how falling asleep alone was an almost impossible task, that no matter how hot or cold it was, his brother always made sleeping the perfect temperature, and anything less felt wrong. 

"I am an excellent pillow," He chuckled, determined to keep things light between them when all he wanted to do was curl up and be wrapped in Oliver's warmth, have his hands and kisses remove the tainted feeling in his skin, fill the aching emptiness in his chest. At Oliver's comment that his hands were tickling, he seized them slightly, more intent on his tickles for just a brief moment. He couldn't tickle Oliver like he wanted to just then, too fearful of making him laugh so hard that he'd wake the other house members. But hey, if he could get a giggle from him, he'd take that. 

He laughed softly under his breath, and snuggled in closer, letting his mouth move with a little more intent. He breathed Oliver in again, calmness slowly filling his lungs like air, and soon, the world was feeling just a little better, a little brighter. "How awake are you?" He found himself asking. Each night, he had sex several times, but he rarely enjoyed it; sometimes, after a night shift, he needed something sweet and gentle, or something rough in a different way, to erase the horrible feelings of other hands on his body. 

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Midnight

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Tagging: Sebastian & Oliver Smythe

When: 3 months before their birthday, early morning

Where: ….The Brothel

Notes:

Oliver hated it. He hated whenever Sebastian decided he wanted to play martyr and go out for him, especially when they boy knew that the client was going to be terrible. He hated himself for letting his brother go out and do that for him even though Oliver knew he could handle it. Sebastian never gave him enough credit when it came to this sort of thing. But he was grateful that Sebastian would offer himself up in his place, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t a part of him that hated his brother for it. 

The worst part was feeling him ache whenever he slid into bed with him, even if he tried to keep quiet about he. Oliver knew that something bad had happened and it’d be his turn to hold him, give him tiny kisses, and make everything better. But Oliver loves to have his arms wrapped around him, he just wishes it was under different circumstances. Maybe if they hadn’t been forced to live like this that they would have a normal life together, just the two of them. Maybe Oliver wouldn’t have to share his brother with anyone else anymore. 

After the slight argument about who was going to go out that night, Oliver had tucked himself away into bed with a huff. He’d show Sebastian. He’d go to sleep before he got here and….that’d definitely show him. Except things never exactly worked out the way that Oliver wanted them to. Instead of going immediately to sleep, he ended up just staring up at the ceiling, wondering what was happening to him. He wondered if whoever Sebastian was with was being gentle with him, or if they were treating him like he deserved. 

When Sebastian came in, and was taking great care to be quiet, he couldn’t help the slight smile that spread across his lips. Sebastian’s hands pressed against his stomach, and Oliver moved his own to slide along the time. “I love you,” He breathed, giving his hands a slight squeeze. “I love you so much, Bas.” 

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Simply being beside his brother was soothing, and much of the tension and anxiety that had built in his stomach over the course of the night started to ease with the warmth of his skin, the smell of his hair. They all used the same shampoo here, but it always smelled so much better on Oliver, and he breathed deeply. 

He heard Oliver speak, and Sebastian rubbed his face into the back of his neck, nuzzling sleepily. "You should be asleep..." He grumbled, a tease in his voice that he didn't feel. The trick to all of this was to never let Oliver see him sweat, never let him know that what went on hurt him, that he hated it. He played cool, totally fine with it, and when it came down to it, he joked more than he ever felt. Despite his insides feeling horribly hollow, he pressed a warm kiss to the little nob at the top of Oliver's spine, his shoulders, fingers tightening in Oliver's hands. "But, I love you too..." He breathed. 

His arm beneath him was starting to lose feeling from the way he was lying on it, so he shifted, the horrible foam mattress creaking on the bedsprings. He draped himself over Oliver, pressing more soft kisses to his skin. The aching inside him started to fade, the hollowness slowly being filled by warmth and affection he felt for him. He was definitely starting to feel more like himself now, and he nipped lightly at Oliver's skin, smiling into the darkness. "So, what are you doing up?" He asked, hands slipping from Oliver's and running gently up and down his chest, his belly, his hips. God, he felt so good under his hands, soft and hard in all of the right places. 

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Midnight

Tagging: Sebastian & Oliver Smythe

When: 3 months before their birthday, early morning

Where: ....The Brothel

Notes:

It was in the early hours of the morning, probably 2 or 3 am by the time Sebastian managed to all but crawl upstairs to bed. The steps were the hardest thing he’d ever had to face. Each step involved dragging one foot up… the next. Resting against the wall, eyes closed, exhausted, worn down and emotionally drained. Another step. Lift one foot, the other. Stop, rest. Repeat.

He ached. Every part of him ached, physically, mentally. All he wanted to do was curl up in a ball on the stairs, fall asleep, maybe never wake up. But that wasn’t an option. He had to get back up to his room, needed a shower desperately, and needed sleep even more. His skin crawled, felt filthy, and he desperately wanted to scrub his skin raw. Tonight had been bad. Tonight had been… fucking awful, to be honest.

Eventually, he made it to the top of the stairs, all but stumbled into the bathroom at the end of the hall. He grabbed a threadbare towel and put it on the bench, dropped his clothing into a pile on the ground. He stepped under the shower once it had heated, whimpered slightly as the hot water hit his aching back. He glanced over his shoulder; yup, some bastard had broken skin tonight. No wonder he hurt so badly. He showered quickly, fought the urge to scrub his skin to bleeding, just gave himself a light clean by comparison. He was too tired to emotionally angst. He just wanted to get to bed now.

By the time he made it to his room, he felt less… broken. A shower always managed to do that, and he knew that once he was in bed, the last vestiges of panic would fade with the close body contact, the intimate touches of Olver. The bedroom was dark as he slipped in, pulled on some loose boxer briefs, and padded softly to the bed.

He didn’t know if Oliver was asleep, but just in case he was, he eased himself under the blankets, being careful not to move the bed too much. His brother smelled like home, comfort and security, and slowly, Sebastian wrapped his arms around his twin, tucking himself in nice and close, nuzzling the soft skin of his shoulder.

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