Please Me [Shandy + Vain]

[Shandy]

In a large house in the country, two siblings sat together, awaiting the much-anticipated arrival of a new guest. The elder, Logan van Boyd stood at the window, staring out into the sleeting rainfall. It must have been cold, he mused. For his part in the evening he had dressed in a simple suit, although that was his usual attire anyways. The black dress pants and blazer were tailor-made to fit him, tall man that he was, with broad-set shoulders and a trim waist. His white dress shirt was simple, too; never one for flamboyant attire, he preferred it that way. His long red hair had been brushed away from his pale face, resting behind his shoulder. He did not smile nor frown nor exert any effort through his facial expressions whatsoever. He simply trained his disinterested green eyes on the rain, letting his mind drift.

In contrast to Logan sat his fraternal twin sister, Tulaine van Boyd, lounging on a sofa nearby. Always one for the decadent, she wore a black silk gown which flowed around her rounded curves. Her heavy breasts seemed barely clothed by the gown, which hung off her shoulders almost carelessly. She did nothing to hide the freckles which covered her skin. Her long red hair fell haphazardly around her face and shoulders. Her lips were painted bright red to match, or perhaps to contrast her pale skin. From a slit in the silk of her dress extended two flawless pale legs, bent at the knees, the bare toes feeling the soft velvet of the couch. In contrast to her brother's stoic expression, her lips were pursed, pouting. Her brows were knitted together in frustration, her green eyes staring at the ceiling in irritation.

The two siblings were not famous. They were not infamous. Those who knew of them only knew the name van Boyd, which had belonged to their father and their grandfather before them. Masters of death in the dark and extensive underground. That's all they had ever been. And now the two siblings, fraternal twins, had taken control of the same duty, though the suffering had not tainted them personally as it had their ancestors.

"But I'm so BORED, Logan!" Cried Tulaine suddenly, kicking her feet in a fit. Logan picked a wine glass off a side table, walking to his sister. His expression had not changed.

"Come now, Tulaine, calm down," He half-scolded, though his voice was calm, "I've picked one carefully. A cute one. He's in prime health and I was promised he would be clean and without injury. For that, we have to wait. Is that so hard, Tulaine? Really?" His tone was so cold, ever unfailing in its calmness. Tulaine pouted again, staring up at her brother with indignation in her eyes. She sat up, disgruntled, and took hold of the wine glass, setting it to her ruby red lips. Logan's lips twisted into an amused smile, however faint it may have been.

"There's a good girl."

 

[VainGlorious]

Michael awoke groggily, his neck cramped from having slept on the hard, vibrating floor. He thought he was probably in the back of a moving vehicle, judging by the movements of the small compartment he now rested in. The surfaces were all lightly padded, as were the inside of the doors, and had he been able to work up the strength to try and escape, they would have almost certainly been locked.

He sat up, and discovered that he no long had the use of his hands, which were at present manacled behind him. He flicked his hair out his eyes instead, and looked around, finding nothing more useful than his immediate first impressions. He rested his back against the wall and closed his eyes, trying to clear the pounding in his head. His bare skin was cold against the plastic of the padding, and Michael closed his eyes, trying to remember anything he could.

He had been forced up against a wall and hosed down shortly before being drugged, his hair forcibly washed by more than one pair of hands whilst the rest of him was closely soaped, with fine attention to detail. He'd been shaved too, in more places than usual, though thankfully his boxer shorts had been left to give him some decency. His skin was lightly tanned, covering a well-toned physique, and all topped by a mop of brown hair, now in a rather unruly state. Lacking the strength to do anything more than struggle, he could only await whatever lay at the end of the journey with a great deal of unease.

 

[Shandy]

"Excuse me, your excellencies," A man entered the room and bowed gracefully, "Your package has arrived," He told them. Tulaine sat up suddenly, swinging her legs over the edge of the couch and standing.

"It's about time!" She shouted. Logan turned quietly towards the door, following his sister without a word as she walked into the hallway. The house itself was not lavish, but it was old with hardwood floors and antique furniture. It may have been a farmhouse at one time, but not anymore.

Meanwhile, Michael's crate was being unloaded from the back of a van. He was carried inside by two burly manservants and would have felt the jostling back and forth of the box. It was finally placed on the floor of a small room, atop an oriental rug. The lock on the crate clicked and the lid opened, letting light flood Michael's small space. A man appeared at the opening, looking inside.

"Well, come on then. We don't want to keep the master and mistress waiting. They've come to see you arrive, so get up," The poor boy was all but hauled out of the box and to his feet, pushed towards a door on the other side of the room. On the other side of the door, the two siblings rested together, waiting for their new toy. Logan was patient; Tulaine was not. This time she was the one standing, pacing back and forth in her bare feet, her curls all ablaze. Logan sat semi-relaxed, leaning back on the couch, holding a cocktail in one hand. He looked almost bored in contrast to Tulaine's eagerness. The two siblings, twins even, and always in contrast.

 

[VainGlorious]

"Excuse me, your excellencies," A man entered the room and bowed gracefully, "Your package has arrived," He told them. Tulaine sat up suddenly, swinging her legs over the edge of the couch and standing.

"It's about time!" She shouted. Logan turned quietly towards the door, following his sister without a word as she walked into the hallway. The house itself was not lavish, but it was old with hardwood floors and antique furniture. It may have been a farmhouse at one time, but not anymore.

Meanwhile, Michael's crate was being unloaded from the back of a van. He was carried inside by two burly manservants and would have felt the jostling back and forth of the box. It was finally placed on the floor of a small room, atop an oriental rug. The lock on the crate clicked and the lid opened, letting light flood Michael's small space. A man appeared at the opening, looking inside.

"Well, come on then. We don't want to keep the master and mistress waiting. They've come to see you arrive, so get up," The poor boy was all but hauled out of the box and to his feet, pushed towards a door on the other side of the room. On the other side of the door, the two siblings rested together, waiting for their new toy. Logan was patient; Tulaine was not. This time she was the one standing, pacing back and forth in her bare feet, her curls all ablaze. Logan sat semi-relaxed, leaning back on the couch, holding a cocktail in one hand. He looked almost bored in contrast to Tulaine's eagerness. The two siblings, twins even, and always in contrast.

Michael blinked in the light, raising his hands to shield them from the glare, only to be hauled out and onto his feet. Unsteadily, he found some semblance of balance on the carpeted floor, making his way in the indicated direction with the occasional gentle-persuasion to hurry him up.

Entering the room, he saw Logan and Tulaine, and looked at his feet instinctively. They seemed to hold all the attention and respect of the others in the room, and so in order to do his best he tried to look insignificant, a pathetic attempt given that all eyes were on him. He had no idea what to do with his hands and so just let them dangle by his sides, keeping his head lowered and staring at the hardwood between his feet.

 

[Shandy]

Tulaine moved first. She strode forward and bent slightly at the waist, looking over the poor boy. Naked and cold, he must have been. Not pale, though, and without any obvious bruises or scarring. That, and he was cute. A cute face and a handsome body. The body of a young man. A smile crossed her cherry red lips.

"He's very cute," She said. Her brother nodded solemnly, but said nothing. Tulaine walked slowly around Michael, poking and prodding here and there. She held his arm up and felt the muscles. She ran two finger tips down his spine. She put her hands on his hips and gave a little squeeze. Finally, she slipped her arms over his shoulders, pressing the front of her body against his back. She rested her chin in the crook of his neck, crossing her forearms over his chest.

"Logan~" She cooed softly, "I like him," Her voice was very sing-songy. She reached up and ran the tip of her finger along Michael's clean-shaven jaw, then held his chin gently. How cute.

"What is your name?" She asked him softly, sliding her free hand over his chest and stomach. Such soft skin.

 

[VainGlorious]

Tulaine moved first. She strode forward and bent slightly at the waist, looking over the poor boy. Naked and cold, he must have been. Not pale, though, and without any obvious bruises or scarring. That, and he was cute. A cute face and a handsome body. The body of a young man. A smile crossed her cherry red lips.

"He's very cute," She said. Her brother nodded solemnly, but said nothing. Tulaine walked slowly around Michael, poking and prodding here and there. She held his arm up and felt the muscles. She ran two finger tips down his spine. She put her hands on his hips and gave a little squeeze. Finally, she slipped her arms over his shoulders, pressing the front of her body against his back. She rested her chin in the crook of his neck, crossing her forearms over his chest.

"Logan~" She cooed softly, "I like him," Her voice was very sing-songy. She reached up and ran the tip of her finger along Michael's clean-shaven jaw, then held his chin gently. How cute.

"What is your name?" She asked him softly, sliding her free hand over his chest and stomach. Such soft skin.

He remained as still as possible amongst all her groping, a piece of meat being examined by a butcher to see the quality of its cut, including its flaws and deficiencies. The feeling of her so close to him was entirely unnerving, the way in which everything seemed to stop and centre on their proximity.

"Michael" he answered quietly, loud enough for her to hear, being so close, but not an a normal, conversational pitch

 

[Shandy]

Tulaine pouted a little as she thought about it, her hand on his stomach, feeling the warmth there. His limbs were so cold, though. She leaned in and planted a little kiss on his cheek, leaving lipstick when she pulled away. She put her arms around his waist instead, nuzzling into the nape of his neck.

"I shall be stealing him away tonight," She informed her brother, who simply nodded as she stood straight again. She took Michael's hand and smiled at him, a warm and friendly sort of smile, as she led him out of the room and upstairs to her bedroom. There was a very lavish bathroom adjacent to it. She released him finally, only to turn on the tub, hot water starting to fill the marble basin.