Did You Love Us?

"So? Do you like it?"

"Whatever."

Rion sighed. They were in the Blondie's new apartment. It was three times the size of the house that Kaeri had, and already furnished with the trendiest yet most tasteful things. The young man flopped into a comfortable armchair and held his arms out for Guy. "Come on. It's not so bad, is it?"

"Whatever, I said." Guy was still being stubborn about everything. Instead of sitting in Rion's lap like he was invited to, he went to sit across from him on a couch. "I'll live here if you want me to."

Well, it wasn't what the Blondie wanted, but it was good enough. He'd take it. "Fine. Well…. Lemme show you the bedroom! And the bathroom! It's all marble, dude!" Rion leapt up and grabbed Guy's hand, pulling him excitedly towards the hall that would lead to the bedroom. Once inside, the dark haired man could see why it was impressive. A large bed sat in the center of the room with black and silver furniture about. It was all very modern, which was a stark contrast to the marble and tile bathroom, a bit of the old world in with the new, perhaps.

Rion jumped onto the bed and sunk into the down mattress and silk comforters. He laughed and sat up, his blue eyes sparkling. "Come on, this is fun! You'd like the bed!" Guy rolled his eyes, but went to sit on the bed anyways. The young man leaned back after a moment and let his twin pull him closer to cuddle. "See?"

Once again, Guy rolled his eyes, but continued to cuddle with Rion anyways. The dark haired twin was done fighting, as they had done a lot of it over the past week. The young Blondie was exhausted from having to attend so many meeting and run all over the city to please all the delegates that wished to speak with him. So when his eyes closed, and he yawned, Guy knew that he would probably be taking a nap. The young man looked around the room. Well… maybe this wouldn't be too bad.

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Over the next few weeks, Guy and Rion saw very little of each other. The darker haired twin was busy wandering the streets near their new home and getting used to the surroundings while the Blondie was busy attending meetings, coming up with strategies and answering complaints. Raoul often kept him at the office late so that by the time he got home, Guy would already be asleep. And he would leave before the other was fully awake. It was a routine that put stress on both of them. Even though Guy acted tough like he didn't need his twin's attention, he was having a harder time than expected.

But then one day, Raoul decided that he would let the young man go early. Of course, he had ulterior motives. "Rion, why don't you let me handle the rest of the work this evening? It's not too difficult."

The boy looked eternally grateful. "Wow… thank you so much. I really should get home before-" Yet he was cut off.

"Home? Why don't you come by and visit my apartment. We haven't really celebrated your new position yet." The Blondie watched this smaller, tanned version of Iason paused and look up with fearful eyes.

"I… I don't know if that would be appropriate..." He stammered.

Raoul simply laughed. "Of course it would be. We're at the top of the ladder, so we make the rules. If it isn't appropriate, then we can simply change the law so that it is." He moved closer and touched a gloved finger to the young man's chin. "Besides. It's just for a glass of wine. Nothing more."

The young man bit his lip, unsure of what he should do. But… just a glass of wine, right? What could possibly happen? "Fine then. But I can't stay long; my brother's counting on me to be home." Raoul nodded and stood, placing a hand on his hip. Rion thought that it always looked like he was posing… not in a bad way, but like he was a natural model. The older Blondie caught that he was staring and grinned.

"Then I'll show you to my vehicle."

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Raoul's house was extravagant, but tastefully so. Minimal decorations made the rooms look like they were ten times bigger than they were, though it kept everything terribly impersonal. The temperature was fine, but Rion felt cold as he was led to the blue couches near a marble fireplace.

A furniture appeared and poured two glasses full of some rich wine that Rion knew he wouldn't be able to afford to even look at. He tasted it and let his eyes close, the rich flavor of the fermented grapes teasing his taste buds. "Do you like it?" The young man's eyes snapped open and he looked at Raoul questioningly. "The wine. Do you like it?"

"Oh…. Yes. Thank you." The young Blondie was ever polite. He even took another sip for good measure- not that it was much of a chore. However, when Raoul sat a bit too close to him for his comfort, Rion had to scoot away.

"Come on." At the sound of Raoul's voice, he turned his head to look at him. "You accepted my invitation, knowing that I would probably try something. You wanted me to make an advance on you."

But the younger Blondie shook his head. "No… I can't. I shouldn't. My brother would be upset with me."

"And hasn't your brother been upset with you lately anyways?" Raoul asked. "He hasn't so much as looked at you with a soft eye since the event. Does he even love you anymore?"

As much as Rion wanted to deny it, he couldn't. Guy had been incredibly distant… and he knew that coming to Raoul's apartment was a bad idea. "But… I don't want to betray him…"

"…And you won't." They met eyes and the younger Blondie blushed. Raoul leaned closer, and the two touched their lips together. Rion had never kissed any lips except for his twin's, and Raoul had never given into any of the carnal urges that came upon him before. Though he hadn't been under the iron rule of Jupiter in long, he saw no reason to break her law. Until he'd met Rion, this tanned clone of Iason.

Slowly, their kiss turned deeper, and the younger Blondie dared to set his glass down and put a hand on Raoul's shoulder. Then he felt hands on his waist pulling him closer. He let them, and sighed softly into the other's mouth. After what seemed like only a moment, and still forever, Rion yelped as he was pulled into the older Blondie's lap. But he didn't break the kiss, and just straddled the other's waist and threw his arms around his neck.

All the frustration that he felt from not getting affection from Guy, all of the anger that he had from his twin's sudden silence and all of the pent up passion that he wished he could convey was poured into the kiss with Raoul. And the older Blondie was almost taken aback at how ferociously the boy seemed to be once he was in his lap. But he wouldn't complain, he just went with it and moved his hands down so he could unbuckle the belt that went around Rion's waist. That made the younger Blondie pause. They pulled back from each other, Raoul's eyes asking a silent question that Rion was unsure of. Finally, he nodded and the older Blondie smiled as he leaned forward and captured the other's lips, hands continuing to pull off his belt.

Rion was unsure the entire time. But his head was spinning from the wine… but he only had a sip! Something must have been in it, and yet he was too far gone to even care anymore. He felt hands pulling at his cloak, his overshirt, his unitard… and he himself undressed Raoul, touching the older man's skin and tracing his lips along the hard lines and curves.

The next thing he knew, Raoul had moved him to his lavish bedroom and he was wrapping his naked legs around the older Blondie's waist. He blushed, but didn't tear his eyes away from the man above him. Fingers were at his entrance, prodding, pushing, and entering him. But they were slick… Rion turned his head to see an open bottle of oil on the bedside table. He whimpered and bit his lip as another entered, and another. "Too… too fast…" He protested, but Raoul wouldn't relent. The young man sighed with relief when the fingers left him, but cringed again when he felt the other's member pressing against him. Their eyes met again and Rion leaned up for a kiss, which Raoul took as permission to enter.

Though he moved slow, and tried to be as gentle as possible, Rion still yelled out in pain. He twisted his legs, trying to get away, but Raoul held him down, whispering words into his ear. "Shh.. it's okay.. I'm here… I've got you…" When he was fully sheathed inside the younger Blondie, he paused and just waited until he had adjusted.

Rion clung to Raoul as if he would save him, even though he was the one to blame. After a few moments, he thought he had adjusted enough, and let out a weak, "Okay…" Raoul pulled out nearly all the way, and then thrust back in. They moved together, Raoul going to satisfy his urges for the first time, and Rion just trying to impress the man he worked under. It hurt, more than he thought it would, and the older Blondie was not gentle once he got lost in the sensation. However, he still struck something inside of him that aroused him, keeping him hard so that Raoul thought that he enjoyed it.

And, none too soon, it was over. Raoul thrust into Rion hard a few times as he emptied himself. Rion bit his lip and took it, thought he silently wished that he was somewhere else. After a minute or so, the older Blondie pulled out and kissed the younger's cheek.

"I see you didn't enjoy yourself nearly as much as you should have…" He said with a little smile. Rion just shrugged a shoulder weakly, unsure of what he could say. Raoul chuckled and wrapped his large, calloused hand around the other's member. "It's my responsibility to care for those under me, isn't it? Should I care for your little… predicament?"

Rion just nodded numbly and lost himself to the feeling. His shaft was rubbed expertly- as it was the only form of release Raoul had experience in- and his lips were teased open, tongues dancing together. The young Blondie came into the other's hand after a few minutes of stimulation, and finally he went limp in Raoul's bed.

But instead of the post coital bliss that Raoul was feeling, Rion only felt dirty. Here he was, in the bed of someone who wasn't Guy- his superior no less- and he'd just lost his virginity. Something that he always wished that he would give to Guy. To keep from crying, he turned on his side, away from the older Blondie, and buried his face in the pillow. It didn't seem to bother him; Raoul just threw an arm around Rion's waist and nuzzled into the back of his neck before pulling a blanket over them. He never noticed when the thin shoulders shook slightly while Rion held back sobs.


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Well! It's sure been a while since I last updated! I wish I had a good excuse... but I don't. So here's a slightly longer chapter than normal, and DON'T HATE MEEEE!!