C:STP Chapter 15 (Patreon)

that night,
"I love you.... so much... Taewon..."

Misha's heart reacted differently to that name. He looks up at Miles and grabs one of his wrists, "Do you really know who we are...?"

"I know more than you, right now..." Miles whispers, distracted by how subtly confused Misha is while staring at him. His body is so close, fully clothed in contrast to the vulnerable Miles Taylor.

Yet he further seduces the gangster by crawling a hand up to his torso, switching between eyes and lips as if he's indecisive on which to claim. "I know how you dislike clean skin... so you love tattoos and you leave marks all the time... I know how, no matter how much you hate everyone, the world, and even me... you will always respect what your brother wants. I know... how... you love swirling your tongue with mine as much as you love my tongue swirling around your díck..."

"Enough," Misha had to say, because he's at risk for being aroused for someone he cannot fúck right now. "Who the fúck are you."

Someone you destroyed a whole Mafia for. And someone who will destroy the entire Schliemann for you, too... But Miles leans in and his hands go down to seduce the psychopath further, "I'm just someone who... has a history with the two of you."

Misha grabs the other wrist so tightly, Miles got a little scared of rejection. However, once their lips met as if giving in to desire, Misha even helped Miles grope him. Miles was focused on the kiss, for his love goes beyond and libido or séxual encounter. He wants SaLu only for him, he wants them to desire him and be with him. The séx is just a bonus, a mere vow that his body belongs to them.

Miles wants Misha's body to be his as well, so he orally pleasures the gangster in the bathroom. They end up rubbing their cócks, together when Misha sits on the bathtub and Miles straddles him, the gang leader high on the kisses that fill his stomach and brain with pleasure. It hits different; like a drug without hallucinations.

Soon enough, Misha starts to feel more selfish.


time passes by, and

"I'm only doing this for my brother," Misha would say. But is it really all for Vanya? All his touch, all his kisses, and all their secret affairs in blind spots... was it really to make the older brother happy?

It is snowing heavily, as expected from the almost constant winter in this country. Although, the storms have passed granting everyone a peaceful snowfall. Misha is now watching his brother excitedly build a 6ft snowman with Miles.

Speaking of, He's been acting a little drained lately... Miles is still smiling and playing with Vanya, but his actions are less energetic and his smile looks more forced.

Misha approaches them while wearing merely a dark red jacket. Miles is wearing a thick wooly turtle neck, a wooly long coat, scarfs, and beanies; Vanya wore a pastel blue jacket buttoned all the way up with the hood, scarves, and goggles covering his entire existence. He dislikes both the hot sunny weather and intense cold. However, he really likes snow.

"The fúck you using a twig for a nose for," Misha grumbles, poking the stick that represents the snowman's nose.

Miles was entertaining Vanya before looking up at him, and the aftermath of that smile made Misha's heart skip. "It's Vanya's choice, we shouldn't waste a vegetable."

This bítch, Misha looks away from the adorable face, spotting Yasha watching them on a veranda. So, they can't really do anything risky nor can Misha bully him.

"Vanya, the arms can't be snow too, the snow is unstable and will fall off," Miles giggles, picking up sticks for the arms. This made the white-haired man lightly scowl at his rejected idea and threw the handful of snow he carries onto the ground quite stubbornly. "Oh come on, is this the first time you created a snowman?"

Misha, who bends to pick up the discarded snowball answers, "Why yes, we never go out for winter..."

Miles stops, looking at them with subtle sadness in his eyes realizing that they're only outside because of his request. So for three years... no, even when they were teens they couldn't go outside... "Aww, that's too ba—"

Poof! Miles' face was suddenly hit by a tight snowball that Misha gathered up. "Ow...!"

Vanya glares at his proud and smiling brother, before bending down to gather some snow for himself. Misha backs away, "Oh come on, Ivan!"

Misha grabs Miles and makes him a human shield, hiding behind him as Vanya prepares to throw the ball. Miles laughs out loud while being manhandled and swung around by a threatened Gang leader. However, when Vanya throws that massive ball, Miles simply ducks, and Misha got hit in the head.

"Waaaaaahhh!" Miles was released and he took this opportunity to scoop up some snow and throw it at Misha too, hiding behind the tall Vanya for protection.
The genuine happy smile that is behind those thick scarves lightens up the pain from the snowballs thrown at Misha, and he finds himself smiling while attacking them, too.

As Vanya throws snowballs at him, Misha chases Miles who goes around his bodyguard Vanya, leading to them just spinning around the guy. Although Misha tripped, he managed to catch up to Miles leading to them falling on the snow by Vanya's feet. Their thick clothing made it harder for them, but Miles continues kicking and fighting against Misha's revenge.

"No! You'll never take me alive!" Miles screams in between laughs, while Misha is trying to shove snow in his smiling mouth. Vanya is lazily trying to save Miles by slapping his brother's áss to get him to stop. Then, he kicks it.

All their fun was witnessed by none other than Yasha, recently joined by the one and only Master of the Schliemann.

"They're getting closer together," said Farlan, hands on a glass of whiskey while the other has an electric cigarette.

They watch a rare sight of Misha laughing, a truly marvelous sight, while trying to drown Miles in the snow. Vanya went back to creating his snowman. Yasha states, "Miles is very friendly to Vanya, and in turn made friends with his brother as well."

"Hmm yes, good friends..." Farlan takes a sip of the cig, "Have you ever played in the snow, Yasha?"

"I dislike the cold as much as the average person, even as a child. I detest snow."

Farlan has, however. With his friends; Kino and Lei used to attack each other with snowballs, using a distressed Navi as a meat shield. Miroh would watch over them, as nobody would dare hit him. Meanwhile, Farlan and Járed Levough would peacefully make tiny fat snowmen on the ground.

"Hey look, it's me," Járed puts his head on top of a snowman, pretending the one-foot round snow with pebble buttons is his body. "Nowww I..... don't want a lot for christmasssss... there's... !"

"Stop, you can't sing," Farlan cringes at him, in order to avoid smiling at the adorable view.

"Yeah I can, girls love hearing me sing!"

Farlan continues to carve his own snowman, "They listen to you because they want to suck your díck."

"Well dámn, they could've just asked..." Járed chuckles, rolling a head for his snowman. Then, he looks at the others playing. Looks like Lei found a sharp stick and is chasing around Kino with it, Navi trying desperately to stop her.

It made Járed laugh and cheer for the murderous woman. Farlan sneaks a glance at him and even sneaks out a smile. When Járed looks back at him, he drops the smile.

"I wonder if Kino and Lei will end up together..."

"Domestic abuse waiting to happen."

"Yeah, but they'll abuse each other so it cancels out. It'll just be a kink," Járed suggested, then finished his snowman and spreads his arms to show Farlan, "Tada~! I'm gonna name him... uhh... Kent!"

"Clark Kent?"

"It's just cúnt with a heavy accent," Járed proudly smiles at his pun.

Farlan rolls his eyes, but then spots the naked fingers exposed from Járed's fingerless glove. "Your hands are turning red. You'll get frostbite."

"Ahh?" Járed wasn't bothered by his pink fingers, but instead hopped closer to Farlan in order to bother him. "Don't worry, I'll warm it up..."

Járed suddenly holds Farlan's face, fingers against his cheeks which are actually warm from a slight fluster. He was forced to look at the Levough, too, the cold touch seemingly... "What are you doing." ... comforting.

"Giving you a blush," Járed chuckles, watching Farlan's pale skin turn a warm red. "See, it worked!"

Farlan's blush isn't because of the temperature, it's because of Járed's touch and that carefree smile. Deep in his heart, amidst this clean snow, How I would spill blood just to make you mine...

"OW!" Suddenly, they hear Lei's scream to which Járed looks in concern, although Farlan didn't even spare a second and continues staring at the Levough.

Meanwhile, Navi was crying out, "Kino, you shouldn't hurt a woman!"

"Who said she's a woman, that's an orangutan!"

"Aaargghhh!" Lei attacked him and straddles the Shinji heir, now fighting amongst each other with fists and slaps. Navi is about to cry while trying to break them off, while Miroh is silently sipping hot cocoa not wanting to spill it.

Járed wholely smiles at their brawl, and even teasing, "Ahh, you guys should give Miroh a break, he's tired from trying to stop you! But the winner gets an iPad from me!"

Navi yells at him for encouraging the fight, meanwhile Farlan just subtly snuggles in his cold hands while looking at none other than him.





presently,


Farlan turns away from the playful scene of the foreign trio. He refuses to let spite plague his heart; envy, jealousy... memories that make his heart clench.

All while Vanya looks up at the veranda, only seeing their comrade Yasha overlooking them. She waves at him with a smile, and Vanya is too shy to respond. Instead, he pulls his brother off of Miles before he can bury him in the snow.

'It's cold,' Vanya signs despite the thick gloves hindering his fingers. Misha rolls his eyes at his decision to go inside, but offers a hand to Miles anyway. "Snow-bítch... let's go inside before we get frostbite."

"Aww thank you, Mish-" Miles was purposely pulled up in a harsh manner to inconvenience him, but only for him to bump onto his bully's body. Taewon's scent... made him smile at least.





INSIDE THE MANOR,

The three went inside a closet in order to return their outdoor winter gear, with Misha carrying the keys.

"Uhm... I don't think I can hang out with you guys for at least a week..." Miles shyly admits, taking off his first layer of the jacket and neatly folding it. He also watched in slight disapproval at how the brothers just discard theirs.

Huh? Misha was taken aback by the sudden news, but he masks it by scoffing, "And why not, are you dying? Good, when will it be?"

Miles picks up their jackets while saying, "Farlan... uhm, your Master... will be... uhm... needing my help in the laboratories. I don't know why, but... blood samples and..." surgery... "Farlan said I'll be safe and it'll just be confined for days..."

"Days?" Misha repeats in distaste, and Miles turns around to see Vanya reflecting the same emotions.

"Yeah... they're gonna study my condition..." Miles mumbles, "I think it's the real reason Farlan took me here." I think... it has something to do with Járed and the Levough Mafia... that Schliemann really is a mysterious bástard...

"Oh, so we won't have to watch you then," Misha looks at him quite disgusted on the outside, but internally... "Good! More rest for us."

Miles purses his lips at him while folding their coats, "Oh come on, as if you guys aren't the ones who eagerly play with me, it's my body that needs rest here."

Vanya goes near him to help the man fold the thick winter clothing, bringing a smile to the exhausted Miles' face. Meanwhile, Misha approaches from behind like a Boogeyman. "Did you get any rest?"

That question surprised Miles, and at the same time made his heart flutter. Turning around, he finds himself intimidated by Misha's tall presence trapping him against the table. "Uhm... yes, of course. I'm fine. Your Master has been too busy these days."

Misha stays silent, glancing at his brother once. Although, Miles also noticed him glancing down at his lips as if tempted. He charmingly smiles at the gangster, "What, do you miss me?"

"Vanya does, and I'm a little bored," the gang leader proceeds to push him up the table and tug on his shirt, the sudden lift making Miles hold onto him. Vanya rolls his eyes at his brother for the blame, but that wasn't a lie either. The silent blonde decides to protect Miles by kissing his neck after slightly pushing away Misha.

"Tch, you got a taste of áss and suddenly got addicted, fúcking virgin..." The gangster mutters.

"Maybe... we can..." Miles says in a breathy tone because Vanya is currently giving him forbidden butterflies in his stomach. "Just give me a moment...? We'll meet somewhere... Vanya..."

"Hey Miles, take a pick..." Misha's hands squeeze Miles' thigh and pull his hair back so Vanya can kiss more of his baby-powder-scented neck.

"Eyes or arms?"

"Huh...?"

"We'll take away one..." While Vanya is scraping his teeth against Miles' collarbone, Misha is right beside his ear whispering, "Eyes... or arms...?"



later on,



Miles had chosen eyes. So currently, he doesn't know who is súcking his díck inside the blind spot of the 4th-floor library. He is being tortured in an armchair with someone in front, and someone behind the chair. His eyes are blindfolded, wrists tied together while wearing nothing but a necktie and a blazer to imitate either a teacher or a student.

It was Vanya who wanted him to "dress appropriately" inside the library. So Miles was forced in thigh garters, school shoes with socks, bare in everything except a black formal blazer. His hands are tied by another set of neckties, and are currently being driven mad by the selfish mouth that is servicing him.

"Wait, nghh! I can't-!" How shameless; Miles Taylor's hands are lead to touch someone's cóck that he isn't sure which brother belongs to. Misha's cruel mouth isn't talking, so it's very hard to find out which is blowing him and which he is jerking off with tied-up hands.

This feeling of helplessness is actually turning him on, moaning while having his mouth slightly open in hopes of seducing one of them into his mouth. Soon enough, he knows exactly who he is touching now.

"Look at him panting like a real bítch," Misha says with a deep voice that made worms crawl up Miles' chest. The gang leader shoves a thumb against his cheek and opened that mouth even more, "You want my díck, slútty Tsarina?"

Miles doesn't want to act so desperately, so instead he just whimpers as if that made things any better. I want to see Jihun suck me off! Please, I want to see them both...!

"We have one hour... Vanya, be sure to fúck this bítch like he's in heat," Misha commanded. Miles couldn't see anything except sense where their hands are; Misha is on his hair and wrists, controlling them. Meanwhile Vanya is pushing his knees up against his chest, before spitting on the well-prepared entrance that thankfully recovered from days of inactivity.

Vanya's only ever séxual encounter that he can't get enough of; Miles is too sexy to not be attracted to him. And, his lips are too pretty to beg, so Vanya made sure to lean in and kiss him right as he thrusts in.

"Mmmfffhhh!" Jihun! Ahhnn.... he's... oh my fúck, he feels, "S... so... g-good... !"

The way he immediately feels the thrust against his bladder, Miles can't help but moan out like a true slút. Misha even slaps him for it, playfully.

"You're too loud. Shut the fúck up," Misha demands before pulling Miles' head to the side and shoving himself in that mouth, putting one knee on the armrest to shove it deep within Miles' throat.

It hurts, especially where Misha is handling it. And that's exactly how he wants it to be. Miles is even slightly moving his hips in order to meet Vanya's amateur thrusting.

"Nnnnnn....!" Miles whimpers at the harshness, comforted by none other than Vanya's hand on his díck. Oh, my fúcking god...

"Still fúcking loud even with a díck in your mouth, I see..." Misha scoffs while intending to bruise Miles' throat. Vanya, although distracted by the pleasure coursing through him, still manages to roll his eyes at his brother's bullying and comfort Miles with a gentle kiss on the collarbone.

Then, he goes down further to lightly bite on his nipples, making Miles choke. Upon pulling away from Misha's díck, a string of saliva and precum can be seen between them. "Ow baby, that hurts!"

For some odd fúcking reason, Vanya's cóck twitches inside him while hearing that name. He can't help but make Miles scream even more by pushing his legs to the side for a sideways fúck, churning out pained moans that are attached to pleasure.

"V... Vanya...!" While Miles' stomach is violated by butterflies, Misha ejaculated right in his face, hitting his blindfolded eye before shooting at his mouth.

"Aww, what a lovely glazed donut..." The man snickers, to which a bouncing Miles scowls at him for.

"M... Mish... Misha... Mikhael... you... fú..." Yet the merciless man only smears his cúm all over Miles' face with his thumb, even putting it inside his mouth. Despite scowling at him, Miles still willingly licks it off.
What the fúck...

Miles starts to whine, "Vanya! Oh my fúcking god, n-... not there! Ohhh, that-! That fúcking-!"

Vanya finds it so hot that Miles is now masturbating, and even joined his hands to torture him even more.
But Misha stares at his face, his tiredness from the recent cúmshot fading after seeing Miles submit to his brother. "Vanya, move over... I want to be inside, too..."