by godessofanubis
Onceler knew immediately something was wrong with his other half.
He could feel it inside of himself; a sudden aching that made him freeze in the signing of his papers and clench his head. He had felt pain before, mostly through his said younger half, but never like this. He scowled, stalking from his desk and to the balcony, scanning for Oncie.
It wasn’t hard to find him. He was sitting by the river, working on their new water purifier that he had begged him to make. Onceler growled, heading down the stairs and briskly walking over the the shorter man. He saw a couple of Bar-Ba-Loots with him, of course Pipsqueak was sitting on his lap, but they scattered when they saw him coming.
“H-hey.” Oncie greeted, smiling at him. He didn’t buy it.
“What’s wrong?” He demanded, eyes narrowing. Even with his shades on he could see tear-stains on his face.
Oncie gave a nervous laugh, wringing his hands together. “It-it’s nothing. Really. I was being stupid.”
Rolling his eyes, Onceler sighed and sat down next to him, grumbling about getting grass stains on his jacket. “You were crying. So it’s not nothing. Now tell me.”
He watched the younger man sigh, looking tired. The bags under his eyes was more pronounced today, and he just seemed exhausted. It must’ve been bothering him all night. The darker half almost felt bad that he hadn’t noticed until now.
“Mom found out…about us.” Oncie finally muttered, glancing over at the other. “And she told me…that I disgust her.”
Onceler bristled. “I’ll kill her-“
“No!” Onceler stopped when he felt arms wrapped around his waist, looking at Oncie in confusion. “Don’t, it….it’s okay…”
“It is not okay!” Onceler argued. “She had no right to say that to you! I know you think she loves you because you’re her son, but you gotta realize-“
Oncie nodded, blue eyes suddenly wet. “I know…”
A wave of guilt overtook him then when he felt his innocent half sob against him. Frowning, he hugged him tightly, not caring that his suit was getting wet or that Oncie was a bit sweaty from being out in the sun all day. He needed him.
“Why does she hate me?” Oncie whispered. “Why can I be good enough for her?”
“Oncie,” the older man sighed, pressing their foreheads together. “I don’t know. But if she doesn’t like this, well….fuck her. If I make you happy, then that should be good enough for her.”
He wasn’t all that great at being encouraging or sentimental; but dammit he was trying. Oncie wiped his face and smiled, eyes red but he looked better. He felt oddly proud of himself. Something he hadn’t felt since they had been one person.
“Thanks….I think.” Oncie said, letting the taller man help him up and dust him off (though he got a bit too grabby). “The purifier works…I had the Lorax tell me if it was good enough for the Humming Fish.”
Onceler rolled his eyes. “Yeah, great. I’m so glad my company revolves around what the Lorax tells us.”
Oncie lightly smacked his arm, huffing. “And you wonder why we can’t have nice things.”
Oddly surprised at the slight violence and the dry tone, Onceler couldn’t help it.
He laughed.
by samedaydifferentstory
This was all Once-Ler’s fault, and there was nothing else that could be said on the matter.
So as Greed-Ler stalked down the long darkly lit hallways of the mansion in the back of the factory, he didn’t think about his younger-self. He didn’t think about the way the younger man’s smile would light up the damn room, how he’d perch on his lap and balance there as the Greed-Ler would work, didn’t seem to mind sitting up there for hours on end with one arm curled around his waist. How the man’s cooking was seriously one of his favorite things ever about him, alongside the more naïve one’s eagerness to be of help and to make sure he got proper sleep and rest. How when they walked Oncie was always one step away from him, trailing after like a duckling as they went on factory floor rounds. He was always within arm’s reach when they were together, always.
His gorgeous eyes.
His soft lips.
His laughter.
But after last night…
‘Last night, everything was ruined.’ Greed-Ler stepped past the sign of how many thneed’s he sold. For once he didn’t look up at it.
It didn’t matter.
His stomach growled, his head throbbed, and he was pretty sure his tie wasn’t perfectly straight like it always was, but honestly? He didn’t give a shit.
‘Last night, I got a taste of my own medicine, and instead of saying what I really meant, I had to go and say…’
“Yeah, maybe! Fucking go for it, the doors right over there!”
‘The exact opposite of what I’d meant.’
Greed-Ler rounded a corner, head down and only looked up to see where he was exactly and then froze.
Because there stood Oncie—no,Once-Ler.
And he even had the nerve stand there nonchalantly, his back to him as he talked cheerfully to one of his secretaries, like he’d not been gone for hours at all, like up and leaving his other half without a morning kiss was normal as fuck and really, why was Greed-Ler still thinking about this when here he was and all he had to do was get his attention—
“The fuck are you doing!!” Okay, that worked too.
***
Oncie stopped mid sentence and turned around slowly at the shout, face falling into confusion. His older self was up already? He swallowed and subconsciously tucked the small box in his pocket deeper down. He’d give him it to him when he was sure he wasn’t in, in trouble.
Greed-Ler strode forward, moving so fast the chain at his waist dangled and his tail coats lifted elegantly behind him. The next thing Once-Ler knew, this graceful, dangerous creature had him by the wrist and kept going, dragging him right down the rest of the hallway and into the elevator. Once in there, he slammed the door shut and hit the 12th floor.
As soon as it started moving, Greed-Ler smacked the emergency switch and the elevator came to screeching halt, dead still in-between the floors.
Once-Ler gulped and waited, the silence stretching between them for a while. He stared at the back of his Greed-Ler’s back, the entire form stiff and side heaving just a little faster than normal. His raked his eyes down those long pinstriped pants, watching the fabric shake shake just a little, to the noise his black shoes made when they scuffled on the floor as Greed-Ler turned slowly around.
Oncie looked back up.
“The fuck were you thinking, get the fuck over here right now,” Greed-Ler breathed out, without warning dragging Oncie into his chest, coiling his long arms around that waist—and yeah okay Once-Ler was confused.
“W-well I—huh?” Once-Ler stuttered, staring up into the older man’s eyes, behind the lenses of his shades they were wide with desperation and fear and something else, something Once-Ler couldn’t quite place, because he’d never seen it swirling there so intensely before in Greed-Ler’s eyes.
“Don’t you ever do that again, is that clear? Don’t ever fucking leave just like that, just up and leave, no, you’re not allowed to do that, okay?” Sad. Once-Ler realized dimly. He looks…so sad.
“…you missed me.” He found himself murmuring, voice faint against Greed-Ler’s continuous strings of protests and commands that didn’t even SOUND like commands, they were to desperate and distressing to hold any water.
“Not after last night, alright? God,” Greed-Ler seemed to gather his wits when he heard his younger self speak, “I…Yes.”
“…” and really, it was only fair, for Oncie to straighten up and lightly kiss his older-self on corner of his mouth, even though it was open, even though there were those sharp teeth to worry about. Once-Ler didn’t worry about them, didn’t fear them.
“I’m sorry, for the things I said last night—” he started saying after he’d pull away a fraction of an inch.
“Don’t, no, just shut up.” Greed-Ler mumbled. “Don’t apologize for that. I…” he swallowed, blinking a couple times, Once-Ler wondered if he was just seeing things past those lenses or if they were actual tears.
“’M’sorry.” Came the smallest noise from his Greed-Ler he’d ever heard before.
‘…oh.’ Oncie smiled sadly up at him. “Hey, it’s okay, it’s just how you are—“ Again, he was cut off, this time by Greed-Ler’s arms tightening and shaking his head so hard his hat nearly toppled off.
“That’s the thing. It’s not. With other people, yeah it is, because they don’t matter, no one matters like this except you, what I’m trying to say is I really…s-so I’m sorry I was such a bastard, and everything and I swear to god I’ll fucking try and stop and—” A finger came up against his mouth, silencing him. Once-Ler was still smiling even as he shushed his other half.
He got it.
“I love you too.”
His older self froze, hands gripping his body as he looked down at Oncie, eyes searching for any sign of play—Once-Ler made sure there wasn’t any in his gaze, and after a second Greed-Ler sagged against him gratefully, leaning against Once-Ler and burying his nose in the man’s hair, because he wasn’t wearing his hat. Once-Ler brought his hands up and rubbed them for a second against his Greed-Ler’s back, holding him back just as tightly.
“…you haven’t had eaten today have you,” Oncie scolded lightly after a minute.
“Shut up and let me kiss you.”
Laughter rang in the elevator.
by inthneedyo
He waited for the smoke to clear.
There wasn’t much he could do, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to dash out there and find out what exactly had happened.
He applied the tiniest force of pressure on the door handle to the balcony and the wind from outside forced it opened.
“Shit.” He muttered and kept a steady eye on the undisclosed figure on the deck.
Who was this guy?
Surely he hadn’t fallen from the sky.
Onceler stepped outside, into the last remaining clouds of smoke, and called out. “Hey. Buddy? You….you alright?”
As he walked closer, he could hear the silhouette muttering frantically to himself while whipping around to and fro, “Where is it? Whereisit? Where is it? Where did it go?!”
“Hey hey!” Onceler called out again and reached out, daring to place a hand on the person’s shoulder, “Just…calm down,okay! Where’s what?”
The feeling that proceeded was one Onceler himself couldn’t rightly process; it was impossible to even grasp. A gut-wrenching sickness and fear ripped through his core and his throat went dry as the mysterious figure turned to look at him.
His mind along with every other functional part of his body all but failed him as his own face, a younger and tearstained mirror image, turned to gaze fearfully into his own eyes, biting his lip and sniffling hysterically,
“My Thneed.”
Onceler immediately let go off the man and shoved him; stumbling away in complete panic. He watched as the man, who he could now clearly see was completely naked, staggered the opposite way; a tangle of long limbs shaking and lurching from the push.
Onceler closed his eyes and shook his head furiously. Setting his jaw firmly, he straightened his posture and squared his shoulders. “Look, I don’t know what kind of sick fucking joke this is.” He spat lowly and once again approached the man, who had now turned to stare at him fearfully. “But tell me who you are. Now.”
Onceler was afraid.
He didn’t want to show it, but-
He was legitimately freaking the hell out.
Not because of the visitor’s nudity or even because they had similar features,
No, this person looked exactly like him; from head to toe.
The way he moved, his expression; even the way his mouth hung open in disbelief was completely identical to Onceler. Whoever this insane person was, trying to impersonate him, was doing an unsettlingly good job.
The naked man, his doppelganger as it seemed, recoiled at Onceler’s approach and hiccupped a panicked, shrilling whimper. “I-I. No! Not a joke! This is literally the opposite of funny! W-Who are….Where am…” He looked around the balcony in frenzy and then stared at Onceler again, almost pleading. His eyes drifted down to his own self . He gasped and quickly lowered his hands to mask his genitals. “I-I! No, I-I…”
“Shhhh. Just shut up.”
So this guy obviously wasn’t too aware of what was going on either. Onceler took another, this time less threatening step towards him and firmly extended a hand. “Just…come inside with me.”
The Onceler impersonator stared at the hand and shook his head furiously, “I don’t think-“
“Shut up.” Oncler hissed again in irritation and grabbed his hand anyway. “I’m trying to help here, buddy. Be glad I haven’t called security by now.”
The man trudged futilely behind as Onceler pulled him by his thin wrist into the office.
Onceler’s heart was racing; his mind was running filing through all the possibilities of what could have possibly happened. How this was even possible.
The man even sounded just like him.
“Just have a seat over there.” Onceler pointed to a row of chairs he had lined up on the far right wall.
And while the other followed direction, Onceler couldn’t tear his eyes away from the man’s form as he shuffled broodingly across the room.
His body.
The tiny, alluring sway of his bare hips-
The smooth, warm glow of his skin-
His joints, his motions, the slump of his shoulders, the arch of his back, the curve of his rear.
It was him.
Onceler knew himself well enough to recognize the signs, was actually quite acquainted with himself from over the years.
The other slumped down in a chair, stretching his lengthy legs out in a huff, and then looked over to Onceler. He noticed he was being scrutinized and quickly sat up; crossing his legs and trying again to cover his intimate parts.
The goofy, exaggerated movements reminded Onceler of a younger him, and he couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, despite the situation.
Speaking of the situation-
Onceler had to take control.
Whatever the explanation was, for whatever reason this person was here or even who he was in the first place; Onceler needed to maintain composure and control.
He had his reputation to uphold; was known for making amazing decisions and keeping his head in challenging binds.
No matter how…traumatic this could possibly turn out to be, he was certain he had to fix whatever the hell was going on.
“So…” Onceler took a seat back at his desk, adjusted his shades, and looked over to the copy nonchalantly; trying his best not to show his underlying discomfort. “Let me guess: You’re…Onceler?”
The other Onceler looked up wide eyed and nodded quickly, “Yeah, I-I am. How’dya know?”
Onceler sighed and reached above his head to remove his tall hat.“Because, my dear Onceler, and you might have figured this out by now; I’m not really sure, but” After that, he removed his glasses and the other gasped from across the room “you’re not in Kansas anymore.”
Onceler stared as the other, apparently younger, him gazed back, completely speechless. “Y-You’re…” He watched silently as the realization dawned on the younger man; twisting his expression into one of complete disbelief and shock.“Y-You…Y-You’re…”
“Devilishly handsome, yes.” Onceler waved his hand and dismissed the other man’s reaction, “And also you, apparently.”
He laced his fingers and leaned on his desk, carefully watching as the…other Onceler squirmed in his chair. “So…” He began slowly, “You’re here. And I’m here. Something obviously caused this to….happen. Any suggestions?”
The younger Onceler scrunched his nose and frowned, silently looking around the large office for what seemed like the hundredth time that minute.
“….Don’t go telling me them all at once…” Onceler quipped sarcastically and sighed; pushing back against his chair and standing. “Onceler.” the other looked up at the call of his name and blinked, “Calm down. We’re…we’re going to figure this out, alright?…I just need you to work with me.”
“‘Work with you’?” It was one of the first complete sentences he had said in a while and Onceler raised an eyebrow. “You want me to ‘work with you’? I don’t even know who you are! Or what’s going on! I’m sorry, I just can’t believe this…this is not happening.”
Onceler rolled his eyes, remembering how much of an anxious person he had use to be in the past. “Well I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but this is happening so we’re just going to have to deal with it.” He smoothed down his blazer and adjusted his tie, quickly relishing in the fact that he had his younger self’s undivided attention. “You claim you don’t know who I am, but both of us know that that’s a lie. For all extensive purposes, however, I’ll introduce myself. I’m Onceler. That’s right, The Onceler: Immediate owner, creator, andC.E.O of over forty companies and twenty sub-companies. Inventor of the world renowned, vastly successful creation: the Thneed. Sound familiar?”
His younger self simply stared at him for a moment, mouth slightly ajar; completely in awe of the newly formed revelation. “ Only the Thneed part….sounds fami- wait, hold on. You own that many companies?” He silently mouthed the word ‘Wow’ and ran his fingers through his hair.
“We do, Onceler.” Onceler walked a little closer to the younger man and took him in again; eyes traveling from the top of the man’s head down to the light trail of hair on his stomach leading along the space between his legs. “And from what I can gain from your….physical attributes, I can only guess that you’re about, what? Twenty-four; twenty-five?”
The younger looked down and blushed slightly; muttering. “Uhh, err twenty-five…yeah. Yeah, I am.”
And Onceler would be lying if he didn’t find the small action, completely adorable. It was so strange; a feeling that he hadn’t felt in a long time.
He genuinely found this man incredibly alluring and spectacular; literally everything about him was fascinating.
In reality, it only said something about how Onceler felt about himself, he knew that, but the feeling was nice nonetheless. “Well, twenty-five year old Onceler, I don’t know how to break it to you gently, but you’re a good five years into the future, so….welcome?”
“Five years?” his younger self blinked and jolted up straight in his seat; bringing his fingertips to his temples and rubbing them soothingly. “…So I’ve done all of this in five years?”
“Impressed?” Onceler opened his arms and raised his head proudly; allowing his younger self a better view of his attire and stance. “We’ve done quite well for ourselves, as you can see.” He motioned his hand over his suit and grinned proudly.
The younger raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips. “I…see. I-Interesting? You….you kinda look like cash, I guess.”
Onceler sighed, slightly frustrated at the man’s lack of wonder in his clothing choices. “Uh, hell yes, I ‘look like cash’. It’s all about subliminal influence.”
Younger Onceler raised his hands in defense, “Sure sure, it’s great… Look…I just…really need to go home. I….Ihaven’t gotten to experience this yet; haven’t earned it and…and honestly I’m still super confused.”
Onceler nodded thoughtfully and turned to head back to his desk. There, he reached over and pressed the output button of his intercom. “Cancel all of my meetings for today, will you?”
A female voice piped up not a second later. “Yes, sir.”
“And be a dear and send a set of my clothing up here immediately.”
There was a slight wavering in the line, “B-But sir, your dry cleaning hasn’t returned yet.”
Onceler rolled his eyes and mashed the output button again, a little harsher than necessary. “Then findsomething else. This really should go without saying.”
“Yes sir! My apologies!”
Onceler grimaced and opened the line once more. “What did you say your name was, dear?”
“M-Mindy…”
“Hmmm.” He disconnected the line and again left the poor secretary fearing for her job a second time that day; it was really her fault for being so utterly incompetent.
“That wasn’t very nice…” Onceler turned and glanced at his younger self speaking, “She was only trying to help.”
“Nice doesn’t get you far in life, Onceler.” He approached his copy and smiled as he saw the younger man avert his eyes quickly. “Besides, I’m trying to help you, unless you want to stay naked the entire time you’re here? I mean…I definitely won’t complain if you do, but…”
“No.”younger Onceler crossed his arms over his chest and huffed, completely overlooking the fact that, between his legs, his privates were resting on the seat’s cushion completely exposed. “No no, clothes are good. Be as mean as you want. Whatever.”
Onceler laughed and allowed his eyes to trail over him again. “God, you are so cute.” He couldn’t help himself from admiring him; he hadn’t looked at himself, actually looked at himself like this in a good while.
-and he was actually enjoying it quite a bit.
The younger Onceler’s blush deepened; it began to spread to down his neck and even gave his shoulders a small tint of red. “Yes, I am. Thank you for pointing it out.” He sighed and buried his face into his hands, groaning in frustration. “But I’d really really like some clothes now.”
Almost as if on cue, the carrier shoot in the far corner of the office hissed and a small bell rung. From the tube, a neatly bundled stack of clothing dropped onto the loading station.
“Voilà.” Onceler nodded over to the station, “Have at ‘em.”
The younger man glanced over to the contraption, “You’re gonna make me go get them.” He groaned, more as a statement of disbelief rather than a question.
“You betcha.”
Younger Onceler gave another loud, frustrated groan, before standing to his feet. He didn’t bother trying to cover himself and walked quickly to the other side of the room; fully aware of the pair of eyes drinking in his every move.
“So Onceler,” the older called out as he watched the other step into a long pair of charcoal sweatpants, “We still have to figure out how the hell you got here, and how we’re going to get you back.”
Younger Onceler pulled his head through the white t shirt from the bundle and nodded. “I wish I could tell you; I have no idea what could have caused this….”
Onceler scratched his chin thoughtfully and motioned for the other to come closer, ”Well,” Once close enough, he began adjusting the clothes with small tugs and pats, so they looked more presentable. “what was the lastthing you can remember before arriving here?”
The younger flinched at the touches slightly, not really accustom to having contact with anyone other than himself, but stood still. He watched the concentrated look on his older copy’s face as the man smoothed the cotton flat against his stomach muttering a small “Annnd there we go. Perfect.” to himself. Despite himself, he admitted that it was actually not as bad as he imagined; contact with someone else.
If it even counted as contact with someone else.
“Before this all happened,” younger Onceler started, thinking for a moment and silently relishing the weight of the older man’s hands on his shoulders, “I had just finished the first Thneed….so…that’s pretty monumental, right?”
Onceler paused for a moment and thought back to the day, “…Oh yeah, the prototype. That was pretty monu-“ His eyes widened when the actual memory became even clearer and he chuckled; squeezing the younger man’s shoulders tightly “…That was quite the day wasn’t it? Or rather, should I say night?”
His younger self’s blush flared up all a new and he choked and turned his head.
“Oh my god,” Onceler snorted and shook his younger self a little in jest, “Don’t tell me this happened at thatexact moment. Was that the reason you were naked?”
The other Onceler looked back and frowned, “No! I swear! It happened later on that night! I was just trying to go to sleep!”
“Well I wasn’t doing anything like that on this side…..” Onceler laughed again and then pursed his lips in thought, “Something must have had to connect us somehow. You didn’t happen to read any watch catalogues after sewing, perchance?” He couldn’t understand it, but he just didn’t want to let go of his younger self; was starting to become overtly fond of this closeness.
The younger Onceler shrugged and thought, “No….just me and my needles….I would have gotten finished sooner if I hadn’t been interrupted, though.”
Interrupted?
Oh yeah.
Onceler frowned as his thoughts immediately jumped to the King of Interruptions, and the obvious culprit behind this entire thing. “You know, I was interrupted here in my office as well…” He finally released his other self’s shoulders and reached down to grab his hand, leading him to hallway door. “The Lorax?” He sneered and the younger man nodded back with a similar face.
“The Lorax.”
by askgreedlerandoncie
Biggering was tiring.
Paperwork lasted for days, and as soon as he finished one stack, on to the next. He couldn’t just shove these papers on someone else to do. What if they fucked it up? It’d be on his head. Like hell was he going to rely on some idiot peon to do his work right. He didn’t have time for breaks, no time to truly enjoy his wealth. He didn’t even know what to spend all his heaping piles of cash on. There’s only so many green suits you can buy before it gets boring.
He flicked his hand across a paper, sign here, initial there. Next page. Initial here, administration stamp here, copy for records. Next page. Review. Next page.
He liked the satisfaction of a job complete. Feeling accomplished was one of the few things he had left to himself, having his life dedicated to not living, but being the head of a corporation, so far from human it was unbelievable. But this was his work, his everything, he’d made this and he was beyond proud of it. Proud of himself.
Another signature. Next page. Copy for records. Next page. Initial here. Next page.
The lamp light was soft in his spacious empty office. The night was at it’s darkest, his factories quiet and his mansion very much asleep. Nothing made a noise, and the scratching of pen to paper was only slightly soothing to his thoughtfulness. The clock told him it was 2:37.
He leaned back into the chair that towers over him, just a tad shorter than the ceiling, and it made a gentle creak. He slid a hand over one of the golden arms, cold even through the gloves. This was his forever throne.
“Shit,” he murmured, dropping his pen to the table to touch his face, rubbing at the thick dark bags under his eyes. They were bit attractive, he supposed, added character. Made him look like the hard working stiff he was. And that was what the people wanted to see: A man they could relate to, a man who works hard for his bread and butter.
A man just like them.
His knee began to bounce to no rhythm,his eyes traveling his empty office. A prison? Maybe. Trapped in a state of tediousness and boredom, 4 walls and nothing to look forward to. His teeth clacked against each other absentmindedly, sharp things meant for nothing more than intimidation. Clawed finger for little less than terrorizing.
He was a monster.
“So what?” he hissed from behind jagged edges of horror. He was the most powerful man on the planet. He’d done it all. He was perfect. Everyone else wanted to be just like him, have what he had. “Fuck ‘em.”
The door opened
It was just a squeak of fresh metal hinges, the change in lighting on the shadowy wooden and red plush frame. The golden name plate glistened. And there was his boy, slouched and apprehensive, slinking his way into his office like a puppy who’d gotten into the trash and knew he was going to be punished. It was not an uncommon look for him.
“What is it?” he asked. The boy was wearing his blue pajamas with the yellow rabbits, a horrible outfit he swore he’d burn, but the Onceler was so attached to them he couldn’t possibly get away with it. “Is something wrong?”
He stayed in the shadows of the room, his darkened body shifting anxiously. No answer. He rolled his eyes.
“Did you fuck something up? Because if you did, I’ll deal with you in the morning because I’m kind of busy here.”
“I didn’t know what to do,” his softer half whispered, arms crossed protectively across his chest. His legs were shaking, and there it was.
A bulge.
He leaned farther back into his chair, watching the nervous creature standing trial for him, and he smiled a hellish grin that made the Onceler twitch. “What is that, Oncie?”
He didn’t answer right away, his eyes darting to the window, to the floor, to the desk, not Greedler. His hands were covering the front of his pants indiscreetly “I had a dream. I thought you’d be mad,” he said softly, “if I did it myself.”
“Smart boy,” he answered, swiveling his chair to the side, beckoning to his pet with a crooked finger. He came to his side quickly with a slight waddle, shame bright on his face now that he was finally in the light. He didn’t dare move his hands from his crotch. “What were you dreaming about?”
The Onceler gulped. “You.”
“Oh,” he drawled, voice saccharine sweet and dripping with honey. His fingers were pressed to the Onceler’s arms, touch gentle despite sharp hands beneath cloth gloves.“And what should I do about your problem then? Do I get anything in return?”
The fidgeting was getting a little old. He’d wished he’d just do what he told him without squirming all the time. He gave him that look, the one that was supposed to make him feel guilty, make him be kind and accepting and loving. But he wouldn’t, so he just kept smiling. The boy was losing confidence, and he was soaking it in. He’d have to answer eventually.
“Yes, sir.”
He dropped to his knees unceremoniously, crawling under his large desk and finding his usual place between Greedler’s legs. He looked up at the man with big round eyes, waiting for his cue. What a good boy.
“I’ve got work to do, so you go right ahead and do it how I like, baby.”
He pushed his chair forward, to where the arms gently grazed the desk, and started on his paperwork again. He felt him fumbling with his button, the zipper opening loudly, the rustling of fabric as the boy found his favorite kneeling position. And he got to work.
He let his eyes close for a moment, letting out a strained breath, maintaining his stable demeanor. Poker face. Get back to work.
Sign here. Next page. Copy for records. Next page. Initial here, sign here, ohhhhhh.
His leg bounced in reflex to the pleasure, making the boy bobbing under his desk moan in surprise. He shushed him with a hand to his mop of dark hair, fitting fingers through soft strands.
Initial there. Next page. Administration stamp here, right there, yes, good, sign here, don’t stop.
He was crushing the pen in his hand, a drop of ink staining the palm of his glove. The Onceler was watching him with half-lidded eyes, blinking ever so sleepily as he did the job. The noises were obscene, slippery and wet and popping. He needed to finish this fucking paperwork, he swore to god. He wasn’t going to let this get to him.
Initial here, sign there. Next page. God he knew all the tricks. Reviewwww, shit. Shit.
“Fuck it,” he exclaimed, throwing his pen against the wall and shoving all the papers away from his desk, some flitting to the floor. He wheeled his chair away from the desk, and the boy only followed after him, mouth still so very occupied. He leaned as far back into his chair as he could and laced his fingers together against his chest. He watched his pet suck him like the little professional he was, his hands holding each thigh to his shoulders, closing his eyes under Greedler’s newly decided attention. A sense of modesty all of a sudden? What a silly thing.
“Pretty thing, aren’t you?” he cooed. The Onceler kept bobbing up and down, so he took that as a nodding yes. “You dream of me a lot?”
He opened his eyes to the man above him only for a moment, a look of shame, maybe defeat, maybe sarcasm. Whatever it was, it made his dick twitch. He hissed out a breath and took hold of his doppelganger’s black hair and started pumping him. The Onceler moaned loudly at being used, his throat was probably aching at the sudden beating. But he just sucked, mouth tighter, tongue moving in the way he knew he liked, and the man groaned at the feeling. His pet was so talented it amazed him.
He came spurting into that mouth, and the boy drank it down for fear of punishment, swallowing around his sensitive piece in a way that made the man shiver all the way to his ears. The Onceler popped off it with a wet smack, his lips red and his cheeks splashed with spit. He wiped it away with the sleeve of his pajamas, still watching his master with that look of suspicion.
Did he think he wouldn’t keep his promise? For shame.
“Come here,” he growled, and the boy was up in an instant, nearly hitting his head on the desk. “Come here,” and the boy was in his lap, obedient as he should be, holding himself in place with his hands to Greedler’s shoulders. He looked sullen, angry, but like hell if he gave a shit. Look at his beautiful boy with the pretty mouth.
“You were very good,” he hushed into his ear, sharp fingers finding their prize in the elastic of his pet’s pajama pants, pulling it open to find an erection the same as his own, pulsing and weeping for a touch. “Do you want to tell me about your dream, baby?”
The boy’s eyebrows were knit together, frowning as he watched his hand delve into his pants and begin its sweet relief. He cried out and opened his knees farther, and his hands squeezed his master’s shoulders gently.
“You found me on the bed,” he breathed, moving his hips closer to the man in green, earning a tighter grip and more friction, “you stripped me down.”
“Go on,” he purred at the pause. He swirled his thumb around the tip, making it leak onto his already ruined gloves.
“You bit me, but not hard.”
“Mmhmm.”
“You turned me over and pinned me down.” He was getting more and more breathless, and his movement more erratic in his lap. This was going to be good and fast, the way he liked it. He leaned forward to nip at the boys jaw, no marks, no blood, just a nibble.
“Then what?”
The boy moaned out loudly, gasping and thrusting. Almost there. “You had sex with me.”
“Oh that’s a boring ending. Give me a better one.” He squeezed the dick in his hand tightly, making the boy all but scream in frustration. He wasn’t going to give it that easily.
“You fucked me into the mattress! Please!”
“That’s it?”
“You fucked me raw, please, please, god! Anything!”
“Say you loved it.”
“I loved it! I loved it so much!”
He loosened his grip and aimed it up as he came, letting it spill onto his glove and the boy’s pants. The Onceler hugged Greedler tight, crying into his ear as he was milked dry, gyrating one last time into the hand that owned him in every way. He was his release, he was his master.
They lay there for a moment, the night quiet again, before he’d been interrupted. He looked over his pet’s shoulder to his disarrayed desk, those papers that needed signing and filing and authorizing and suddenly he didn’t give a shit. His pet was breathing open-mouthed onto his neck, fingers gently moving in patterns that were warm and loving for a person who hated this. Did he hate this?
He hoped not, but at the same time, he still didn’t care.
Probably.
He stood up slowly, and his softer self clung to him like a baby animal, curling around him and whining. But he didn’t say anything against it as he walked to the door to his office carrying his treasure, turning the lamp off with a quick flick to a switch. His feet clicked on the expensive wooden floor as he made his way to their bedroom. It was still so late in the night, no one would hear, no one would know he was ditching.
The Onceler was playing with the collar of his suit, looking nowhere in particular as his master carried him away to the room they’d share this night, for the first time in a long time. He’d been complaining he was lonely at night, that the mansion was too quiet, too big. Not that he cared, really. Then, he wondered, had he done this all to make him come to bed? He shifted his head and caught the gaze of his pet. A look of shame again. A look of wary deviance. He grinned with his mouth of daggers.
Clever boy.
by Triggering Biggering
“Oncie…Oncie….uhhnn…” The Once-ler moaned into his partner’s mouth.
His fingers snaked through his hair, his chest felt like it was going to explode from anxiety.
“D-don’t call me that,” Once-ler breathed in sharply. He clenched tightly on the man’s white dress shirt.
It felt too good to be real. Too good to know what it felt like to have someone to hold and kiss. Too good to know what love was like. Was he ashamed knowing that he was loving himself? Not at all. He needed it. They both knew that. He needed more of it.
Every day, it wasn’t enough. He wanted his touch. He wanted his eyes on him.
Every day, it got more urgent.
“I need you right now,” The Once-ler would say. “I can’t think of anything else right now.”
“I can’t focus on these reports and business contracts—Oncie, can you come over and help me forget about them for a while?”
“I’ll push them off for another hour…just one more hour, and then I’ll get back to work.”
But he wouldn’t.
He needed Once-ler. Needed contact. Needed that feeling he got when their lips would touch.
Once-ler found himself being more forward. He liked the feeling of control. It was always mutual in the end, though.
He liked the chair. That big office chair. Big enough for two people, and he liked it that way.
Perfect for snuggling. Perfect for lap-sitting. Perfect for…
Well, let’s just say it was very efficient.
He kissed The Once-ler slowly, rhythmically. His lips traversed to his jaw, and down his chest. All his partner could do was hold his head closer with his hand, encouraging his every move.
“Don’t stop, Oncie,” he groaned, tilting his weary head back, “Please don’t stop.”
But he did stop. He stopped completely.
Something was wrong.
“Once?” the older man lowered his head, eyes clouded with concern.
He was sobbing—quietly, but his shoulders were heaving in jerked motions.
“I don’t want this to end,” he finally said, his words muffled in the man’s shirt.
The Once-ler petted his head gently, “I…No one ever said it was going to end.” He laughed a bit, trying to relieve some tension, “Come on, don’t be like that.”
“I just want people to like me,” Once-ler muttered, sniffing.
He stopped petting.
What was that supposed to mean…? Everybody loved him. The public, the media,
and even his family finally loved him. Why was he…?
“Oncie,” The Once-ler said sternly, tilting the man’s chin up. His eyes were watery and puffy, tears staining his cheeks. “Why would you say something like that? We have everything.”
“I guess…I guess we do, but….I just don’t feel it yet. I’m not used to this. There must be an angle…”
“Stop. No. There is no angle. I—WE worked hard for this. And no one’s going to take it from us, okay?”
Once-ler rested his chin on his chest. His eyes wandered to the corner of the room.
“Okay. I…I trust you.”
The Once-ler smiled, “There we go. Come ‘ere you…”
He bent his head down low to kiss his forehead.
“I’ll always be proud of you.”
by inthneedyo
It was late; incredibly late.
The time of night where even the seemingly restless outside world seemed to retire as well; confident that it no longer had an audience to entertain.
Onceler stared out the window and sighed. He couldn’t see the stars or really much of anything in the sky save for dark swirling clouds of black and gray. There was a light, tiny illuminated spot above the smoke where he liked to believe the moon was, but other than that, he gazed out into nothing but a smoggy abyss. The dreary, monotonous scene made his eyelid droop with drowsiness, but he continued to stare; settling further into the cushion of the window seat.
“You’re still up?”
Onceler became alert again, as a voice indistinguishable from his own broke the droning silence. “Yup.” He answered simply. “You’re up. I decided to do the same; just to see what it was like.”
“Well that makes no sense…” Onceler fully turned on the seat to watch his older counterpart slowly enter the room. The man’s shoulders were slightly slumped as he sluggishly raised his arms to remove his hat and peel off his gloves. “I told you not to wait up…I stay up because I have to. Not because it’s invigorating or anything. It’s the opposite; in fact.”
Onceler stood up and walked towards him; spinning his finger in a circle to motion for the man to turn around. “Still…” He placed his arms on his suited double and helped him out of the pinstriped, long-tailed blazer; pulling on the sleeves until the other man’s arms were fully out. “It’s easier to go to sleep when you’re deadly tired. ‘Sides there’s something creepy about being in that enormous bed of yours alone. Gonna be honest, I’ve been afraid of drowning in it more than once.”
The older turned, quietly thanked him for the assistance, and slumped forward suddenly; fitting his head in the crook of the other Onceler’s shoulder. Onceler closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around him; squeezing gently. “You don’t mind, do you?” His older self asked in an uncharacteristically soft voice. “Today has been terribly stressful.”
Onceler tugged on the man’s waist and led them both to sit on the bed. “I don’t.” He guided his older self down and smiled as the other complied and rested his head on Onceler’s lap.
That was all that really needed to be said.
Onceler didn’t really know how taxing his older self’s job was. But he was always more than happy to share moments like this.
He was happy that, in the future, he could finally show his insecurities to someone….even if it was still just his self.
Onceler combed his fingers through the older man’s hair and silently petted him for a while. He found that his hands had begun to travel along his body, smoothly caressing his arms and chest; fingertips soothing over the older man’s skin. He really just wanted to rub the stress away.
The eldest sighed and closed his eyes; savoring the touches from his other self.
Onceler leaned down and pressed his lips against the man’s cheek; the cold tip of his nose squashing against the older’s face. Older Onceler chuckled and slowly opened his eyes “Were we always such a sap?”
“Yup.” Onceler leaned forward and kissed his cheek again, “You still are; I know it.”
The self taught industrialist tutted from the younger man’s lap and pursed his lips in false offense. “Why, I never- Are you…Are you calling me a sap, Onceler?”
Onceler laughed quietly and bent down again.
Another kiss; this time pressed on the corner of his mouth.
“Sure am.”
It was so late and it seemed Onceler didn’t have an incredibly stirring vocabulary; but he was definitely getting his point across.
“The Onceler, successful business owner, investor, inventor and….sap? Now how does that sound? How does that even work out?” He jested lightlyand stretched his legs out fully onto the bed; relaxing further on his younger self’s lap.
“Like this.”
Another kiss; this time it was his bottom lip. Onceler carefully matched their lips together, like a flawless puzzle piece and took the lip in slightly between his.
The older hummed into the smooth pair of lips and sleepily smiled into the kiss. “You’re right, I am a sap.” He leaned up and kissed him back; using a hand to lightly anchor Onceler’s head further down. “Only for you though.” He breathed sweetly as they pulled away.
“You’re a sleepy sap.” Onceler commented observantly and the older’s head flopped back down in agreement.
“Yeah. I’d love to continue this, but I’m exhausted.”
Onceler yawned and shifted in the bed, so that they both could lie down comfortably. “Yeah, I am too.”
-And he gave a little gasp as he felt a pair of warm hands grip his waist. His older self pulled him closer and snaked his arms around Onceler’s torso; their breathing already falling into sync. “Big bed.” He said sleepily and gave his younger self one last kiss before closing eyes. “Wouldn’t want you to drown.”
by Ibis Vilen
The same thought keeps running through the Once-ler’s head: It was just an accident. He hadn’t meant to…he lost control, he couldn’t…
He sighs and goes to put his head in his hands but flinches at the sight of them. The once soft, green gloves are hard and crusted in drying blood, or maybe it’s completely dry now. He wonders how long he’s been sitting on this pathetic, plastic excuse for a sofa and why the nurses won’t tell him anything. He’s the wealthiest, most powerful person for hundreds of miles and he owns everything in this town, including this damn hospital! He’s the Once-ler and he doesn’t like waiting, because he’s never had to…this isn’t what he was designed for.
The Once-ler was created out of greed and wealth and the need to take charge; he doesn’t know what to do in this situation. He doesn’t know how to be powerless. He feels something cold and horrible settle in his stomach when he thinks about why they aren’t telling him anything; why nurses and attendants scurry past as quickly as they can and avoid looking at him. They are scared. “None of them want tell me he is dead,” the Once-ler whispers to himself.
No. No, Oncie isn’t dead…the Once-ler would know or feel it or some bullshit like that. He doesn’t know how this works, Oncie is – was, no – IS the emotionally feely one. Even then, Oncie doesn’t really understand why there’s two of him running around and the Once-ler never really cared about the why. All he cares about is taking care of the business, biggering, and, of course, screwing with his younger self. The Once-ler especially likes the last part of his job description and all of its metaphorical and literal implications. But that is exactly why he is in this situation now, sitting in a hospital waiting to see if he has killed himself.
The Once-ler shies away from that train of thought; not ready to deal with the consequences just yet. “How did I fuck up this badly,” he murmurs to himself. The Once-ler realizes how deranged he must look – muttering to himself, covered in blood, and glaring at anyone who passes his little private waiting area. He is alone in this little alcove, with its plastic chairs and couches and dull walls with duller paintings that he supposes are meant to be inspirational or soothing or some shit. They don’t help, and he feels his mind start to wander to earlier in the day in another fruitless attempt to figure out when things slipped out of his control.
The Once-ler looks down again at the blood on his gloved hands and asks the empty chairs, “When did I let the monster take the reins?”
by samedaydifferentstory
Today was going to best day ever, seriously.
Better than the day he and Greed-Ler found that stash of marshmellow fluff in the back of the cupboard, better than the day the first thneed sold. Better than, than…well okay, maybe not better than the first time they’d, y’know, done it, but pretty damn close.
Oncie was going to make sure of it.
This was gonna be the best day his older self and him ever had, because this time, after 25 years, (28 if you were considering Greed-Ler) Oncie was going to enjoy his birthday. With himself. Sad? A little.
Difficult?
“Dammit ….Jesus where’s my fucking tie, I just saw it, it was the one the bed—“
Yes. Very difficult. Greed-Ler was making it very hard for them to enjoy their special day, and he wasn’t even meaning too.
Oncie rung his hands and moved to get his Greed-Ler’s tie. It was right in his line of vision but sometimes the man was so focused on one thing he got tunnel vision. Greed-Ler read the pages of the thick contract before him in his hands as he let his younger self put on his tie.
As soon as it was done his older self was off and grabbing his hat, throwing a “Thanks sweetheart,” over his shoulder as he headed out the door with long strides.
“…..bye. Love you too.” The remaining Once-Ler muttered to the empty doorway. He flopped down on the messy bed behind him and sat there, heading in his hands and thinking.
Greed-Ler worked so much, he didn’t celebrate anything, especially his own birthday, not when there sales and machines and other things to be looked after. Nothing was more important to him than his work, not even his health, Oncie knew that. It made him kind of sad to know he’d never be that important to Greed-Ler but it made him more worried that one day the guy was just going to run himself in the ground.
So Greed-Ler deserved a little fun.
The problem was getting him to slow down long enough to notice and enjoy it.
Oncie headed for his Greed-Ler’s desk, grabbed the agenda his secretary left on it every day and flipped to the correct day.
‘Meeting at 8….he’s in that right now. Until…12? Gosh. Okay well…I could get the cake done in-between then, but then he wouldn’t have lunch. So I should make lunch. Then the cake.’
Oncie sighed, closed the book and lifted his shoulders, heading off. He could do this.
Today was going to be perfect.
Around 12:30 Greed-Ler stepped into his office, just as Oncie was carrying in his lunch on a tray.
“Hi! How was the meeting—“ he stopped at the look on his older self’s face, looking sympathetic. “..bad I take it?
“Babe it was ridiculous.” Greed-Ler moaned as he dropped into his plush chair. “Fucking union’s on my case about conditions, they want more time for vacations or some shit, then the press got hold of some news about the charity and where it actually goes, don’t look at me like that,” he snapped halfheartedly as he looked some papers.
“…here’s lunch.” If Greed-Ler noticed the sagging look to his younger-self he didn’t comment on it. Once-Ler was already tired, he’d just gotten the first layer of the cake into the oven…and there was still so much to do. As long as Greed-Ler didn’t go into the kitchen, he’d be okay.
“…mhn, yeah.” Once-Ler watched him pick up the coffee and sip it immediately, but he was slow to pick at the rest of the meal.
“I hope you like it,” Once-Ler prodded gently with his voice. “it’s your favorite…”
“Of course…babe…” Greed-Ler mumbled absently as he bit into the heart shaped sandwich with a careless chomp, lettuce escaping and mustard nearly slipping out.
“I…” Oncie stopped talking with a sigh. “S-see you at dinner?” He tried again, one more time.
“..what?” Maybe it had worked, or maybe Greed-Ler finally noticed the slight desperate tone Oncie’s voice had taken on, the tiny crack to it.
“Dinner? At, at 7? You’re meeting ends at 6:30, I’ll have dinner and…dessert…ready at 7.” The younger man found his voice, regained confidence now that his older self was actually making eye contact with him.
“Sure, of course babe. I’ll be there.” It was a good as a promise as he was going to get, Oncie knew…he’d take it.
“Great!” He’d dropped down and pecked the man’s cheek with a flourish. “See you then!”
He headed back to the kitchen with a bounce in his step that Greed-Ler missed completely, but that was okay, because there was still time to save this day, their birthday.
Once-Ler spent the day baking, cleaning, and various other chores he’d picked up from some of the more exhausted maids. But true to his word, at 6 o clock he was the last in the large kitchen and instead of setting up the food at the dining hall, simply put dinner down on the modest table in the kitchen. So what if he hummed a little to himself, so what if he sat down at 6:50 and had to stand back up because he was so excited? Gosh, Greed-Ler was gonna be so surprised when he saw everything!
7 o clock came and went.
‘He’ll be here….he promised. Then I can…than we can sing and stuff and eat cake and…I hope he likes it. it was hard dying the marshmellow fluff that color but that’s okay.’ Oncie smiled tiredly at the empty chair across from him. He’d…put dinner away, just so that it would keep, but that wasn’t a sign of giving up, no far from it. Once-Ler had then set out dessert and now he had nothing else to do but wait.
Well, that was okay. He’d wait as long as it took for his other self to show up.
His vision swam and he fought back a yawn. Against better judgment his eyes flicked to the clock above the refrigerator. ‘9:45…’
Time did what it usually did, which was crawl by as slow as fuck…
’10….25…. already?’
This time, the yawn couldn’t be held back.
***
Today sucked.
Greed-Ler had decided this somewhere around 1:30 and 3:20, or maybe he’d just woken up with this attitude, who knew? Who cared anymore, honestly? It was late and he was aching and cranky and he wanted to collapse or…or maybe.
Yes.
He’d fully intended to just spend the rest of the night (it was 11:40, his emerald plated watch told him.) in the master bedroom with his younger self….that is, if he could find him.
Little fucker wasn’t in his bed so where…?
After looking in the bedroom, the study, and even the damn library, all the spot the little guy frequented, Greed-Ler kicked open the kitchen door just because he could, stalking into the room to see if Oncie was hiding in here, had the nerve to be somewhere other than where Greed-Ler knew where he was safe.
And the man stopped dead in his tracks.
Oncie was there alright, but slumped over the table dead asleep and snoring to prove it. In front of him was a piece of what looked like chocolate cake with the most obnoxious color of green frosting with what looked like the remains of a tiny candle in it. Across the rich oak table was another piece of cake, that piece in similar state with it’s globby, melted candle. Forks lay beside the plates, abandoned, Oncie’s in his slack grip. Greed-Ler could see all this as he stepped slowly into the room.
He took one look at the monstrous four layer cake with the missing sections on the counter, read the loopy words in black frosting that reeked of his baby’s handwriting and grimaced.
Shit. Shitshitshit.
The date and the meaning of what Today was hit him smack in the face like a wet Humming Fish.
He’d…he’d gone and forgotten his—their—birthday.
‘But you’re a busy man, it’s not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong—‘ Greed-Ler cut off that thought right there. No, he had. He’d fucked up this time, he’d really done a job on this.
And now that the millionaire looked back on it…oh for God’s sake. Oncie’d been trying all day hadn’t he? Geed-Ler, hadn’t even done it on purpose, hadn’t even noticed, until now.
‘It’s his birthday too…and he spends all his time trying to celebrate it with me, instead of getting all the attention he deserves.’
The kid could ask for anything, and Greed-Ler’d get it for him at the drop of his own hat. But when all his younger self wanted was his attention? His…love?
Shit. He couldn’t even do that for himself, could he?
Greed-Ler stopped next to his younger self’s hunched over form, looking down at him and biting his lip, face almost as a frown. He checked his watch. 11:51.
Then.
Around pointed teeth, a grin started crawling up his face. He still had time to fix this.
He gently extracted the fork from his younger self’s fingers and almost chuckled at the way Oncie slept through just about anything. In fact he didn’t really wake up until Greed-Ler was halfway down the hall with him in his arms.
“…hn?” Came an intelligent mutter. Greed-Ler felt eyelashes flutter against his throat, the smaller body shifting in his grip sleepily. His smile grew as he strutted down the dark hall.
It wasn’t until arms lazily came up around his neck and curled around them did he hear a mumble of “Sorry, m’sorry I…ruined…”
“What’re ya sorry for sweetheart? Nothing to be sorry about, shush.”
“But—”
“Ah, ah, no buts.” Greed-Ler entered his—no, their—bedroom. He glanced at the bed with a sly look before turning so the kid in his arms could see the clock on the far corner.
“See the time? We still got 5 minutes of our birthday babe, and I can think of a few ways we can spend it…”
The smile that lit up his younger self face was so worth it, so without another word spoken between them Greed-Ler carried Oncie straight to the bed.
What they had left of today was going to be amazing, Greed-Ler was going to make sure of it.
by godessofanubis
Oncie sighed as he leaned against his older persona’s desk, waiting for the two of them to get back from whatever project they had going on. Onceler, he knew, had a meeting with stockholders and Greedler was most likely overlooking the Thneed Factory.
He wasn’t exactly sure why he had suddenly became three people; when he had first broke his promise to the Lorax, apparently his mind couldn’t handle it or something. He snapped, unable to handle the guilt and the need to prove himself to the people that had mocked him.
There was Onceler, who ran the business and tended to be a bit cold-hearted, embodying all the drive to force people to follow him. And then Greedler, who apparently held all the greed and was more than happy to cut down all the damn trees he wanted. And then there was Oncie, who tended to be the conscience of them all; he handled the complaints and basically anything environmental. Between the three of them, they had managed to pick the business off the ground together.
Which led to this; he was waiting on both of them to return. He had talked with the Lorax for the day, had filed through the complaints and handled them all already (they didn’t get a lot, in all honesty) so now he was the first one done for the day. He didn’t mind that, except today was a special day for the three of them.
While they were…figments that somehow became real from his own mind or being, Oncie wanted them to share a birthday. He had mentioned it to Onceler, since even though he was a bit of a brat, would at least understand since he seemed more human (Greedler had fucking shark teeth so approaching him was…difficult, to say the least). Onceler, however, said that’d talk about it when it was closer to the day, apparently forgetting that their birthday was in three days.
He wasn’t surprised; Onceler barely managed to pull himself away from his desk most nights, and it was only after Oncie begged for Greedler to help him that they could lift him to his bed, which he kept in the office behind a sliding wall. But that didn’t excuse it! He sure wasn’t expecting anyone else to remember his birthday, his mom had gone oddly missing lately, but he’d hoped that they’d remember to at least mention it.
Plus, he was bored.
He almost fell out of the chair when the door opened. He was surprised to see Greedler back first; he usually took his time tormenting employees, which made Oncie’s job much more interesting. Or not. But still, Greedler was walking over, and he had an odd gleam in his green eyes that Oncie could see even behind the glasses.
“Oncie, baby.” Greedler smirked, flashing those sharp teeth when he suddenly picking said boy up and threw him over his shoulder. “We’re going somewhere.”
“Wha-Greedler?!” Oncie yelped, quickly grabbing his fedora from falling off his head. “What’re you doing??”
“Kidnapping you.” the taller one muttered dryly, grinning as he patted his younger, innocent self’s rump, causing him to squeak. “Now hush.”
Oncie pouted, arms crossed. “You and Onceler are up to something. You’re probably gonna shave my head or something evil. You guys are jerks.”
Greedler ignored him, surprising the younger man by the fact that they were entering his own room. Why? His oldest self was kidnapping him to bring him to his own room?? What a waste of a kidnapping…
The green-eyed man kicked his door open, ignoring Oncie’s muttering about no respect for personal objects or space, and threw the boy on his bed. Oncie glared at him, ignoring the odd feeling of dread as he watched Greedler lock the door with Onceler’s key; how did he even get that?
“Hello, Oncie.”
He jumped, having not noticed Onceler standing at the foot of his bed. He always found it interesting that he could always tell them both apart without even really thinking about it, even as they were next to each other. Onceler had blue eyes, like him, his pink Thneed around his neck, but his skin was far paler than his and he was second tallest among them. Greedler had green eyes and oddly sharp teeth, which he tried explaining once was because he was the lesser humanoid aspects of the three. Or something.
“O-Onceler…” He grinned, trying to hide the nervousness he was suddenly feeling as the two blocked his only escape route. “I didn’t think you’d be done working.”
Onceler smirked, crossing his gloved arms and leaning forward, slightly darker blue eyes dancing behind his glasses. “I took the rest of the day off since there was something more important to tend to.”
“We both did.” Greedler added.
“Wha…” He frowned, confused. His older halves never stopped working, it’s pretty much why they existed. “Why?”
They both shared a looked and the dreadful feeling got worse.
He yelped when Onceler suddenly tackled him on to the bed, finding his wrists suddenly seized in the others larger hands and gaped as Greedler suddenly sat on his legs. Onceler grinned, positioning himself behind Oncie and laying the youngests head into his lap.
“You,” He flicked his nose, annoying Oncie by how easily he kept his wrists trapped with only one hand. “didn’t think we’d forget to get you a birthday present, did you?”
“What?” He stared at the two of them, eyes wide. “I thought you forgot…”
Greedler moved forward to straddle him, smirking. “Oncie-Babe, give us a bit more credit than that.”
“We’d be terrible counterparts if we did.” Onceler chuckled, lips brushing against his ear. “So, this is our birthday gift to you.”
“What is-” Oncie was cut off as Onceler gave him an upside down kiss, eyes wide.
It didn’t help that he could see Greedler watching them from the corner of his eye. Why was he being kissed? Especially by one of his darker halves? And…and why was Greedler suddenly unbuttoning his vest?
He pulled away, cringing when the blue-eyed man kissed the shell of his ear. “S-stop! What’re you doing?”
“Giving you your present.”
Oncie gasped when his neck was kissed and his vest was twisted around his elbow, trapping his arms. He was beginning to think they both had planned this out. And he was oddly okay with this; they were all the same person, technically, so that meant this…would be okay, right? Still, he was scared. Especially since they were a bit more experienced than him in this kind of thing, always going out to their fancy parties and wearing their fancy suits…
Greedler smirked at him, pecking him on the lips. “Want us to stop?”
He paused to think it over as Onceler gently bit his earlobe, causing him to whimper. “N-no…”
They both laughed, sending odd vibrations through his body. He watched as Onceler began pulling off his gloves, since the youngest was unable to move his arms, and Greedler ripped open his shirt with his own clawed gloves. He hissed when it left welts on his skin.
The green-eyed man kissed the red skin in apology, though he couldn’t help but run his tongue along them. Oncie gasped, writhing at the odd feeling of pain and pleasure. He felt a hand bury itself in his hair and yelped when his head was forced back into Onceler’s lap, exposing his now bare chest.
Onceler kissed him, easily forcing his tongue into the others mouth. Oncie moaned, the feeling of a tongue against his own sending an odd spark down his spine and straight to his crotch. It didn’t help that the greedy half of them was seated directly on his hips, and his constant moving around was beginning to affect him.
“I think he likes it.” Greedler teased, palming the front of his pants. Oncie gave a low keening noise into Onceler’s mouth, wiggling his hips and bucking into his hand.
“You guys are jerks…” He whined, face turning red.
The green-eyed man just kept massaging his growing erection, leaning forward to lick his nipple. Oncie shuddered, throwing his head back. He felt Onceler tense and hiss, feeling the growing bulge his head was laying on. He blushed, realizing what that meant.
“U-uh, how is…this going to work?” He suddenly asked.
He watched as the two glanced at each other before Greedler smirked, which for some reason made Onceler sigh. The green-eyed man leaned in and nipped at Oncie’s lips, causing him to flinch of the sudden taste of blood. “Looks like I get you first.”
Oncie’s eyes widened. “F-first??”
“Then I get you.” Onceler whispered in his ear, his hands slipping themselves under the waistband of the younger man’s pants. “Unless…you’d rather put those pretty lips on my-“
“I-I think I can handle you….b-both.” He interrupted, face burning at the mere implication of what his older self said.
“No need to be shy.” Greedler teased, watching as Onceler undid the button to Oncie’s pants.
He pulled them off, leaving the youngest of them in nothing more than the tattered remains of a shirt and the vest wrapped around his arms. Oncie blushed, seeing the two eying his naked form despite the fact they looked exactly the same.
“He has freckles here too…” Onceler gently rubbed said marks that littered the boy’s hips.
“Why are you staring?? We’re the same person…” He muttered, sounding more whiny than he intended. “And why am I the only one naked?”
They both laughed at him, ignoring his pouting as Greedler began unbuttoning and unzipping his black slacks. Oncie was disappointed though that he didn’t seem to remove anything else, but forgot about it as Onceler suddenly grabbed his cock.
“Oh my god!” He cried, arching and bucking as he felt the hand tighten around him and began moving up and down. He’d never touched himself in such a way so this was completely new. “Nggh, Onceler!”
“Such pretty sounds…” Greedler hummed, smirking as he pulled out a small bottle from his pocket. “And we haven’t even started yet.”
“You better go easy on him.” Onceler muttered, frowning. “I’ve seen some of your post-conquests.”
He shrugged. “I don’t like them as much as I like us.”
“N-Narcissistic jerk…” Oncie barely managed, writhing around as he tried to get the paler man to hurry his pace.
He did so, but only because the green-eyed man was smearing some of the lube on his gloved fingers (Onceler noticed that he had an odd habit of staying dressed in sex, not that he’d know personally) and was preparing to prep the youngest.
“This’ll sting.” Greedler warned before he gently began pushing in the first finger.
Oncie gave a whimper, his body instinctively clenching and flinching away from the intrusion. It didn’t hurt, but it was rather uncomfortable. He relaxed slightly when Onceler fisted his dick, rubbing his thumb over the head and making him completely forget about about what they were doing to him.
Greedler added the other two fingers then, growling at the look on the others face, wanting to hurry this along. His eyes narrowed when Oncie gave a dry sob, the sudden pain overwhelming what Onceler was trying to do. As an apology, his fingers stabbed at his prostate repeatedly until those noises came back. He saw Onceler glare at him but pointedly ignored it.
“This feels….weird.” Oncie whined as he felt Greedler scissor the fingers inside of him.
Onceler nibbled on his ear, causing him to shiver. He was relaxing, slowly getting used to the stretching and odd sensation. He gave a whine when Onceler released him, feeling an odd tension in his lower stomach he’d never felt before.
“Oncie-babe,” Greedler gently grabbed his face, making sure he was looking at him. “This is going to hurt. I’ll try to go as fast as I can.”
Oncie frowned a this; why were they doing such a thing for his birthday if it hurt him? And why the stupid new nickname? It was bad enough that he was now called ‘Oncie’. But he knew his other halves wouldn’t hurt him out of spite so he nodded.
Greedler kissed him, keeping his mouth closed and just moving and pressing. He had a feeling it was the teeth; the slightest brush of them had already cut open his lips, which were still sore and made him vaguely taste iron.
He watched as the green-eyed man put some of the lube on his own cock, careful not to get any on his coat or pants. Onceler began threading his long fingers through the youngest’s hair, nuzzling his ear as the other positioned himself at Oncie’s entrance.
“Remember to relax.” the pale man whispered in his ear just as Greedler pushed.
Oncie screamed, body arching completely against the others body. Oh god it hurt. This felt nothing like his fingers. He was ashamed when he felt tears rolling down his cheeks that both of his other personas gently licked up.
“Huush, Oncie-babe.” Greedler reached down and lightly ran a gloved finger up and down the others dick, kissing his cheek. “Worst part’s over.”
Oncie took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and relax. “S-stop…calling me that.”
Greedler laughed, but otherwise ignored him. “God you’re tight…”
Behind him, Onceler reached forward and began pumping his cock again. At the same time, Greedler pulled out almost all the way before shoving himself back inside. Oncie groaned, both in pain and a bitter pleasure. It felt like the wind got knocked out of him.
Greedler gave a low hiss as he kept moving; he couldn’t help but move. He’d never felt anything like this. When he saw the uncomfortable look on the innocent half’s face, though, he angled his hips differently, grinning when those light blue eyes widened and he screamed again.
“Found it.”
Oncie unconsciously wrapped his legs around the others waist, moaning as he felt his prostate being violently stabbed at. He wished he could move his arms, they were beginning to ache but more than that, he wanted to be able to touch them both. He whimpered when he felt Greedler gripped his hips and begin pulling him down to match his thrusts until Oncie got what he wanted him to do himself.
The older man growled, picking up his pace as he felt the other clenching around him. Oncie whimpered at the brutal speed, feeling like his insides were being rubbed raw but it still felt good. He tensed up when Onceler began to gently bite at his neck, his hands somehow matching the tallest’s pace perfectly.
“I don’t think he’s going to last much longer.” Onceler said, grinning when Oncie threw his head back into his lap again.
“If he keeps that up, you won’t either.”
The paler man glared at him, to which Greedler chuckled and gave a particularly hard thrust, causing the youngest to arch and cry out loudly. Onceler growled, tightening his fist around the others dick.
“I-I’m…” Oncie was stopped by Greedler kissed him, then moving his lips to his ear.
“Cum for me, Oncie-baby.”
He nipped his ear, causing Oncie to gasp and tense up as he finally released in Onceler’s hand. The younger man moaned when he felt the other come inside of him, the odd warmth stinging his insides as he leaned against the paler man, feeling suddenly exhausted.
“Don’t fall asleep on us.” Onceler said as he removed himself, causing the youngest to fall back on to the bed. “We’re not done.”
“Is it…going to hurt again?” he asked, wincing as he felt Greedler pull out of him. His lower muscles were aching badly and he wondered if he was going to be able to walk after this.
Onceler chuckled, pulling off his jacket and shirt, causing Oncie to blush. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”
He removed his bug-eyed glasses and then his pants before he took his spot behind him again. Oncie whimpered as he was pulled back into Onceler’s lap, his cock brushing against his aching opening. He felt Onceler chuckle, lips pressed against his neck as he felt him slowly enter him.
“A-ahhh…” Oncie cringed, though it didn’t nearly as badly. His insides were still slick and stretched, but he felt it entering him deeper from his new position.
“Fuck.” Onceler growled, tightly gripping the others hips. “You weren’t kidding, he’s like a vice.”
Greedler smirked, flashing his sharp teeth as he shrugged and leaned against the foot of the bed to watch. The youngest let of a whine as he wiggled his hips, try to make the other move. He got his wish, gasping as he felt himself being lifted up, then dropped back down on to his dick, causing him to moan loudly.
“Oh god, faster.” Oncie pleaded, hating that he still couldn’t move his arms.
Onceler did so, grabbing the younger man by the backs of his knees. Oncie let out a choked moan, his head laying on the paler man’s shoulder. He shuddered as he felt lips at the back of his neck as Onceler increased his pace. From the corner of his eye, he saw Greedler lick his lips and lean forward, wrapping his long fingers around his cock.
“Nnngh!” He tensed, causing Onceler to groan.
“For once I wish I didn’t have to worry about these damn teeth…” Greedler muttered as he leaned forward and lightly ran his tongue over the head.
Oncie groaned, jerking his hips. He felt his stomach coiling again, with Onceler panting in his ear and feeling Greedler’s tongue outline his dick, almost screaming when he felt him suddenly give the tip a suck. He let out a whine instead, biting his lips, reopening the small cuts from earlier. He wasn’t going to last much longer.
“G-guys….I’m gonna…” He was stopped by the feeling of lips surrounding the head of his cock, causing him to shudder violently.
“Go on, Oncie.” Onceler hissed, jerking his hips up roughly.
“Nggh….” Suddenly, he felt the coil release again, more violently than last time.
He came into Greedler’s mouth, who just smirked up at him, easily swallowing it. As he tensed up, vision briefly turning white, he felt that warmth again inside of him as Onceler came, having sunk his teeth into his shoulder.
The pair panted until Onceler pulled out and wrapping his arms around Oncie’s waist, setting his chin on his abused shoulder. He ripped off the vest, allowing the youngest to finally move his arms, which had since gone numb.
“You still…” Oncie began, still breathing hard. “Haven’t told me why.”
Greedler shrugged. “Because we wanted to. Kinda feels like being the same person again.”
“And we felt like molesting you.” Onceler added, causing Oncie to blush.
“Well….thanks…I think.” He frowned when he felt himself pulled back, laying next to Onceler as he laid back on his bed. “Wha…?”
“Move over, you bed hogs.” Greedler muttered, curling up on Oncie’s other side. “And you can make this up to us by making dinner.”
The youngest rolled his eyes. “Fine. But that’s only if I can walk.” They both grinned, sharing another look. “And I’m not wearing any fetish-y aprons.”
Onceler chuckled, kissing his cheek. “I think we know how to convince you otherwise….”
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