What’s Yours Is Mine ( Chapter 1)

by scorpions-tale

“Who…who are you?” Oncie said, alternating between looking down at himself and at the other, sizing the situation up to make sure he was actually seeing what he was seeing.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Greedler said as he stepped nearer, fingers scraping against the side of a tree like nails on a chalkboard.

“Kind of, but what I’m thinking seems, you know,” Oncie said, rubbing the back of his head with one hand and looking off to the side, “Stupid.”

“What’s so stupid about it?” Greedler said, eyes narrowing behind his glasses.

He’d spent enough time being called crazy or stupid over this idea of his, he didn’t need to take it from anyone here, let alone from himself. He loomed over his other self, having a height advantage over the younger one.

“What? I don’t even know if I’m right! Maybe I think something completely unrelated to what you’re thinking sounds stupid,” Oncie said, reaching a hand out to touch Greedler’s suit, just to make sure that he was really there and not a figment of his imagination.

“No, I’m pretty sure we’re thinking the same thing,” Greedler said, pushing Oncie’s hand away from his suit, “We’re the same person. Or rather, I used to be you.”

“So you’re…me from the future?” Oncie said, giving himself a pinch on the arm in case he was dreaming.

“In a way, yes,” Greedler said, “It’s a bit more complicated than that, but for your sake we’ll go with it.”

“Okay, well,” Oncie said, “I mean, that does sound kind of stupid so you can see where I’m coming from on this one –“

Greedler reached forward and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, a low growl in his throat. Oncie raised his hands and tried to stammer out an apology, when Greedler took notice of all the animals leaning out from behind the trees, watching the current situation with nervous interest.

That’s right. The orange fuzzball must be here.

“Where is he?” Greedler said, still with a tight grip on Oncie’s collar.

“You’ll have to be more specific than ‘he’,” Oncie said, “There’s a lot of those out there.”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Greedler said, giving Oncie a shake, “The annoying one, the orange guy with the mustache, the one who’s giving you grief about your business.”

“Uhhh…” Oncie looked up, trying to recall someone who fit that description.

“Put your bed in the river?” Greedler said, “Ring any bells yet?”

“Nope, I’m afraid I’ve never met anyone like that,” he said, a smile slowly coming to his face, “Oh! Is this a freaky future-guy thing? You should tell me when I meet this guy, then I can say ‘hey you, don’t put my bed in the river, I sleep on that!’ and he’ll be all freaked out and think I’m a mind reader –“

“Shush,” Greeder said, putting his free hand over Oncie’s mouth and looking down at the dropped axe, “Have you cut down one of these trees yet?”

“Mpph,” Oncie said, trying to talk through Greedler’s hand.

Greedler rolled his eyes, “Just nod yes or no.”

Oncie shook his head.

Greedler grinned, releasing Oncie from his grip and throwing his arms in the air, laughing as he hadn’t been able to since the Thneed factory was on top of the world.

“Uh, if I can say something,” said Oncie (who had fallen on the ground after being dropped), raising a finger, “I am seriously confused about what’s going on right now. Like, extremely confused.”

“Oh, it’s nothing, nothing at all,” Greedler said with a wave of his hand, “I just got here in time to stop you from making a terrible mistake, is all. And I’m happy about that.”

The smile on Greedler’s face looked a lot more menacing than happy, but Oncie wasn’t about to question it and risk getting nearly choked to death again. “Oh, alright,” he said, “So…what is this mistake, exactly?”

Greedler strolled over, a spring in his step, and laid one of his hands on a truffula tree. He was remembering it now, being here again, everything was coming back to him like it was yesterday. This was the tree that started it all. The first one he had ever cut down. “Do not,” he said, “Cut down this tree.”

Oncie looked the tree up and down, and shrugged, “Alright. I’ll just cut down this tree over here.”

“No!” Greedler said, stepping in front of him, “You can’t cut down that tree, either!”

“Oh. Then how about that one?” Oncie said, turning around and walking towards another tree.

Greedler grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him away, “No, no, no, you can’t cut down any of these trees. Zero trees, alright?”

“But I need these trees!” he said, clasping his hands together, “I need them to make a thneed! Come on, future me, you should know that!”

“I do, I do, don’t worry about your thneed,” Greedler said, “You’ll just have to pick from the trees without cutting them down. Just for the first little while, I promise.”

Greedler released his grip and Oncie turned to face him again, giving him a better look-over now that he could focus on something other than the fact that this guy looked almost exactly like him (aside from those teeth, and the height – but who was he to judge future dentistry, or say that you couldn’t have a really really delayed growth spurt?). The suit he was wearing was nice. He didn’t have quite the discriminating eye when it came to judging quality that Greedler had developed over time, but he could still tell that the suit must be expensive.

Future him was standing right there. Future him was wearing an expensive suit. Future him was…coming off as a bit of an irritated jerk, but maybe the future is a stressful place. Either way, he put two and two together and was more excited about this than ever.

“Are you…are you rich?” he said, nearly jumping for joy, “Do thneeds take off? Am I successful?”

Successful. That word cut Greedler deep. He used to think of himself as successful. The fact that he no longer could cut him deep, made him seethe with rage inside. He clenched a fist so hard that if not for his gloves he would’ve dug into his own skin, but still smiled at Oncie.

“Yes, yes of course you are, with a few…” he looked down and hesitated for a second before he was able to get his words out, “…a few hiccups, here and there. But I’m here to help you with those, so don’t worry about a thing.”

Oncie nodded, more eager to trust his older self now that he was a good omen of where his business would end up rather than some strange, confusing guy in a swanky outfit.

“Alright, so I harvest some truffula trees without cutting them down, make my thneed, and then what?” he said.

“Just go into town, and…play the little songs you wrote,” Greedler said, “It catches on fast. They couldn’t resist a sales pitch like that for long.”

He was lying. He knew that the thneed would go over poorly and he knew that his younger self was about to go out there and humiliate himself. But he needed that. He needed him to get discouraged and throw the thneed away so it would catch on by chance, just like last time. If he got his other self too confident about it, he might do something differently and it’d fail to sell. And he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that somewhere, deep down, he wanted to see this version of him, this personification of his past naivety that led to his collapse, humiliate himself and get smacked with reality, just a bit. Oncie was going to get off so easy already, he’d never have to know true failure like Greedler did now, he could stay some overly optimistic idiot forever. Dealing with a little bit of emotional turmoil wouldn’t be that bad.

“Right,” Oncie said, “I knew it, I knew the guitar would pay off.”

“Yes, yes, indeed,” Greedler said dismissively, “Now, how about setting up my house?”

“You mean…our house, right?” Oncie said.

Greedler just chuckled. Oncie shrugged, and figured he was making some sort of joke about them being the same person. Future humor was odd. Picking up his axe, he started on his way back to where he was setting up camp. Behind him, Greedler grabbed the bag of marshmallows and (after eating a few himself) began tossing them on the ground towards the animals, making sure that they wouldn’t be bothered by any pesky woodland creatures while they worked.

He leaned up against a tree while Oncie set up camp. Oncie asked for help, Greedler told him it was a character-building exercise to do it alone and that he needed character in business. Oncie didn’t argue.

Greedler thought his plan was perfect. If he could prevent Oncie from cutting down any trees for now, then the Lorax wouldn’t show up until the bulldozers were in full swing. Hardly enough time to develop any false friendships. Hardly enough time for Oncie to care at all about the eccentric little orange thing claiming to speak for the trees and hopping about in front of the factory. And then, when all the trees were gone, he’d get to putting a patent on that oxygen before anyone else could get their grubby little hands all over it.

“Alright, I’m finished,” Oncie said, waving Greedler in.

He entered and took in his surroundings for a bit. He was nostalgic, almost. He remembered this. Where everything was. He sat down on the bed, the last non-luxury bed he had ever slept on, feeling that familiar lumpy mattress beneath his fingers. He remembered this, he remembered it all so well, but Oncie still seemed like a completely different person to him. He couldn’t remember being…like that. He knew that he was, but in his memories he saw himself as he was now, as if it were the way he’d always been. Something about Oncie confused him, possibly even more than this man-from-the-future shtick confused Oncie. He found that frustrating.

But, he was still curious to see how everything would turn out here, what with him as Oncie’s guide and moral (or lack of moral) compass instead of a peaceful forest guardian. He laid down on the bed, and was nearly asleep before Oncie returned, arms full of truffula fluff ready to be sewn into a thneed.

“Good,” Greedler said, “Now, get to work. You only need one thneed right now, but you’ll need it for tomorrow if things are to play out correctly.”

“Alright,” Oncie said, “But I’ve been thinking about something.”

“What?” Greedler said, holding back a frown.

“How do I know that you’re really going to help me?” Oncie said, “You pass close enough for me that you could just send me away and take the company all for yourself.”

“Oh,” Greedler said, doing his best to look genuinely hurt by that comment, “Is that what you think I’d do? Is that what you think you’d do?”

“Well, I mean, it’s just better to be safe than sorry, right?” Oncie said, a little regretful of his suspicions now.

“Of course, but you know, you were awfully alone out here, weren’t you? I’ve been alone plenty. I know what that’s like,” Greedler said, standing up and circling around until he was standing behind Oncie, “I think it would be good, not to be alone anymore. To have a friend.”

If ever a word could be described as dripping with venom it would be the way that Greedler said ‘friend’ just there, as if he had to force such a word out of himself like it was the biggest farce ever conceived. Spoken like someone who didn’t believe that friends were real anymore.

But Oncie didn’t take note of that. He just looked down, an expression of sadness briefly crossing him as he wanted to say ‘I’m not alone’ but couldn’t find any truth in it. Of course, this person was him already, so he must know that. “Yeah. I’d like that. If we could be friends.”

“Good,” Greedler said, “And, besides…”

Greedler put his hands on Oncie’s shoulders and massaged them a bit. Oncie shuddered. He hadn’t noticed before, likely because he was being shaken and yanked around and that was unpleasant already, but Greedler’s hands felt bony and almost claw-like under those gloves, but with a definite nimbleness and proficiency in his motions, too. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant being touched by him, but he wasn’t quite sure whether to be unsettled or strangely allured. Probably, a mix of both.

“Besides what?” Oncie asked, looking back over his shoulder at the grinning Greedler.

“Besides, I’m you, you know. What’s mine is yours, and…” he leaned in to whisper this right into Oncie’s ear, so close his warm breathing made the hairs on his younger self’s neck stand on end, “What’s yours is mine.”

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Stop

by inthneedyo

The meeting lasted longer than planned; which was definitely going to throw his entire day out of whack.

To top it all off, the men in the conference room were glaring at him as if he was wasting their time.

-as if he wasn’t trying to negotiate a company merge-slash-takeover in place of the ever convenient option of simply shutting them down completely.

Because of that, no one could agree on one fucking thing; no one even had the patience to listen without falling into assumption.

He couldn’t believe it.

He ran frustrated finger through his hair as he marched down the corridor.

-No one had any fucking patience anymore now a days.

He shoved the doors to his office open and slammed them behind him; storming in a huff.

He looked to his desk, his lips thinned in a stern line, and stared at his younger counterpart sitting in the large swirling chair; quietly sketching something on a sheet of paper.

The younger man looked up and tilted his head, “Meeting went….well… I presume?”  He laughed nervously and stood from the chair; allowing the rightful owner to take his seat once he was close enough.

“My meetings are always ‘good’.” Onceler grunted, reached for his arms and tugged his gloves off; bringing his fingers to his temples to massage them slowly in irritation. “Their duration, however, I have no control of. People are idiots. Impatient idiots.”

For his sake, Onceler quietly agreed with his older self; moving closer to place a comforting hand on his arm.  He hated seeing himself this way; stressed and angry. It made him feel as if the very irritating act had been done to himself and very much detested the feeling. He wanted Onceler to be happy, to think about him; focus ontheir perfection and forget all the outside inconveniences.

“I think….I think I could be a….distraction, maybe. If you have some time….” He glanced towards the door of the office, and his hand floated to a small, red button located underneath the desk; causing a mechanism to automatically lock the door with a tiny ‘click’.

Onceler rose an eyebrow and leaned forward on the desk; tilting his head and watching the man stand beside him with heightened intrigue. “I think I can ignore some calls for a while….what did you have in mind.”

In a clumsy fumble of long limbs, Onceler climbed onto the desk; swinging his legs on either side of his older self. “Me.” He breathed and ran fingers through his own hair. “I’ve been working on…that thing we’ve been doing. All morning.”

Onceler gazed up at him, “You mean….ah I see. In here? While I was in my meeting?”

The younger man bit his lip and nodded, “Right in that seat.”

“Oh naughty.”  Onceler raised his arms and placed them on the younger’s bony hips; taking in the absolutely intoxicating sight of his self on posed on the desk. “How difficult was it to stop once you got there?”  He sincerely asked. Before he could get an answer, he leaned forward and experimentally pressed his lips onto the younger man’s already sensitive crotch.

Onceler groaned and leaned back against the desk, “ a’little difficult. It’s harder when I’m with you….no pun intended.”

Onceler continued to mouth at younger man’s striped pants a few breaths longer before unzipping it completely. “So you think you can last?”

The man on the desk jerked as his arousal sprung out into the cold air and immediately began edging his hips fidgetingly. “Enngh yeah. I can. J-Just get me there. Please.”

Heat rose to Onceler’s cheeks as he faced his younger self’s needy member and he leaned forward to slowly place a firm kiss on the tip.

It bounced in response, spurting small beads of precum, and Onceler whimpered quietly before sucking in a breath.

The entire room was still; quiet as Onceler carefully tugged the remainder of the other’s pants off and dropped them underneath the table. “God you’re beautiful.” He exhaled and hunched over to give the heated length a slow, torturous lick; starting from the base and expertly flicking his tongue over the tip.

Onceler’s half limp-cock was straining now and he thrusted sporadically as his older self tentatively kissed and lapped at it. “O-Onceler…” he moaned and raised a hand to place on the older man’s head.

Onceler understood and licked his lips; taking a moment to gaze longingly at his lover’s flushed face. “You know the routine; tell me when to stop.”

He pulled his mouth completely over Onceler’s erection and started up a slow, steady bobbing.  His tongue was immediately coated with the man’s thick, heavy saltiness; Onceler was apparently already leaking a great deal. The younger man sighed languorously and pressed down encouragingly on Onceler’s head.

His soft moans grew louder, more desperate and it pushed Onceler to take more of him in; to work his tongue around the length faster. Onceler could feel the other man build up; felt the heat coil in his stomach and his thighs twitch with pleasure.

With mouth open wide, panting desperately, Onceler’s younger self jerked his hips and moaned out. “Stop.”  He leaned back more, sweaty back creating damp stains on his white shirt, and laid back on the table. “S-Stop now, I-I’m there.”

Onceler slid his mouth off and gasped to catch his breath.  He watched as his younger self began to spread himself out on the desk; shoving documents and pens onto the floor. His chest was heaving and length was bobbing in intense jolts of protest; muscles were tensing as torturous shocks of pleasure raced through him.

“Hnnnggmmm.”  Onceler moaned and whined to himself as his arousal chastised the sudden abandonment of contact.

Onceler watched his younger self; far over the edge of mere lust. His own hand floated down and he quickly  unbuttoned his slacks; watching as the younger man twisted and turned on the desk, breathing loudly and thrusting into the air. “H-How bad do you want to touch yourself?” He asked quietly and grunted as he began to work his self slowly in careful stokes, leaning back in the office chair.

“Bad.”  Onceler almost felt sorry as he watched the younger man cover his eyes with his hands; groaning dryly. “Really bad. So bad.”

“Are you going to make it?” He managed to stay focused on the other as he continued to tug dawdling on his own erection.

“Yeah….” Onceler sounded as if he was starting to calm down a bit. Almost in disappointment, his member slowly began to slump. The younger man kept his eyes shut and leveled his breathing; trying his hardest to ignore everything in the room.  His legs twisted together in one last attempt to stimulate himself and he finally he was able to lie still.

The room was filled with soft, wet sounds as Onceler continued to get himself off; having all the erotic fuel he needed conveniently lying on the table before him.“That was pretty good.” He commented appreciatively; watching in wonder as the younger man’s erection slowly lowered even more.

“I’m so full, though.  So heavy.” Onceler groaned and kicked his foot off the table swiftly.  “I hate this. No…No I love this…”

Onceler was getting close himself, listening to the sultry protest of his lover, and stood quickly to pull his own pants off. “I’ll make it harder this time.”

Placing a foot on his chair, he mounted the table and crawled over his younger self; lowering down until the warm flesh of their crotch met. “No pun intended.”

This time, he wasn’t expecting his younger self to order them to stop; he really wasn’t expecting to hear anything but their names being called along with a few key obscenities. “I love you.” He whispered into the man’s ear and kissed him deeply as he felt the younger man desperately rock up into him. “I’m glad somebody in this building has some patience.”

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Just One More

by bitteroblivion666

Once-ler was always such a good boy, terrified to do anything fun; that’s when Greed-ler got an idea on how to make his other half lighten up.

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“This week has been HELL” Greed-ler said with a loud sigh as he loosened his tie and fell backwards into a large chair.

“Thankfully it’s the weekend now” His other half smiled as he walked into the room, stopping a few feet away from where Greed-ler was sitting.

“Yeah, thank God” He smiled tiredly and stretched out his body. The past week he had been pulling double shifts every day, with a mountain of paperwork at the end of each day. All Greed-ler wanted to do was relax for three days straight with no interruptions from anyone. Everyone that was, except for his dear Once-ler.

“Would you like me to do anything for you?” Once-ler smiled lightly, his ocean blue eyes sparkling with happiness.

“Let’s do something we’ve never done before” He smirked at the confused look Once-ler was giving him.

“Like…what?”

“Let’s get drunk”

“D-drunk? I dunno about that…” Once-ler looked away, rubbing his shoulder as he began to feel uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong with that? You need to loosen up, have some fun” Greed-ler stood and walked up to his other half, smirking lightly “afraid you’ll like it?”

“No. I’m just…afraid of…”

“You don’t trust me, do you?” Once-ler looked up at Greed-ler with a small, timid expression.

“Well, sort of…” He looked away once more “I…don’t trust myself either”

” You don’t trust yourself? Are you kidding me?” Greed-ler laughed, causing the other to blush.

“I know how people can be when they’re drinking, and since I’ve never done it before, I don’t know how I’ll be, okay?” He turned away and placed his arms on his chest.

“Come on, just this once. One time won’t kill ya” Greed-ler knew how to get under the Once-ler’s skin and make him buckle under peer pressure. He smirked to himself as he knew it wouldn’t be long until his weaker half gave in.

“Alright. But just this once; and I am NOT going to over do it” Once-ler sighed in defeat as he dropped his arms and turned back to the Greed-ler.

“Sounds like a plan” He grabbed his jacket off the back of one of the dining room chairs and shot Once-ler a smile as he walked to the front door “I’ll be back in a bit; gunna get some supplies” he smirked as he excited their apartment, missing the exasperated sigh of his other.

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“…I’m not so sure about this” Once-ler frowned as he looked down at a bottle with bright pink liquid it in. Greed-ler had all ready finished off several of those bottles, and was beginning to smile more.

“That’s the weakest one I got; just try it. It won’t make you drunk just from one sip; you’d have to have at least three or four of these before you even get a buzz”

“What’s it taste like…?” Greed-ler rolled his eyes as he sat up on his knees and crawled over to the other, grabbing the bottle from him.

“Just try it, Jesus” Without waiting for Once-ler to reply, the Greed-ler put his hand on the back of Once-ler’s head and put the bottle to his lips, tilting both back to force him to drink.

Once-ler choked on the beverage as it rushed down his throat. It burned going down and tasted like some sort of exotic fruit and fire. He coughed and wiped his mouth, giving the Greed-ler a disgusted look.

“That…was nasty”

“Then try this one; it tastes like tea” He took the bottle from Once-ler’s hand and offered him another. Once-ler was hesitant to take it, but didn’t want to be forced to drink another one; so he slowly took the bottle and cautiously tried a sip of it’s contents.

“This one…isn’t too bad” Once-ler smiled in surprise.

“Good. Finish that one, and there’s a few more of those laying around here somewhere” Greed-ler smiled back, taking a long swig from the bottle he had.

The two spent the next few hours mindlessly talking as they drank, unaware of how much they had drank and how much time had passed. Greed-ler had thrown off his tie and shoes long ago, and Once-ler followed suit by removing his vest in what he swore was only five minutes ago.

“You can’t tell me, you aint’ havin’ fun” Greed-ler said in a slurred voice to Once-ler, who was sitting in his lap and drinking from an almost empty bottle.

“Okay, fine; it’s a bit fun, m’kay?” Once-ler hiccuped and began to laugh at the noise he made.

“We should do this more often” Greed-ler absentmindedly wrapped an arm around the Once-ler’s waist and pulled him closer.

“Mmm, maybe. I dunno though; this stuff is pretty weird. I feel so outta it” Once-ler closed his eyes as he laid his head against Greed-ler’s chest.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, you’ll get used ta it”

“It feels like everythin’s spinin’”

“That means you’re drunk” Once-ler sat up and looked at Greed-ler with a disbelieving expression.

“Nu-uh. I am not drunk, you are”

“You are too, Oncie”

“I am fine. I can even drink more” Once-ler said with a smirk, picking up another bottle that was half full.

“Allright then. Drink another one, I dare ya” Greed-ler smirked back as Once-ler immediately put the bottle to his lips and began to drink. He didn’t stop until the whole thing was gone, and let out a small burp afterwards.

“See, I’m fine” He stuck out his tongue at Greed-ler, which made him begin to wobble.

“You outta do bold things more often”

“I should, shouldn’t I” Once-ler looked at his other half for a long moment, before he carefully leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips. Neither of them pulled away until they needed air, and once they did they stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like forever.

“Look at you, being more bold”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Nah. Kinda upset you made the first move though. Hopin’ I coulda done that” Greed-ler reached up to place a hand behind Once-ler’s head, pulling him back in for another kiss.

This time they didn’t break apart, letting themselves fall sideways on the floor as they continued to kiss. Greed-ler slipped a hand under the back of Once-ler’s shirt, letting his fingers glide across his skin as he began to pull the shirt up.

Once-ler removed his shirt and threw it behind him, then focused on unbuttoning Greed-ler’s shirt. It proved to be a lot more difficult being drunk and in the middle of making out; but Once-ler found a way after several minutes and had Greed-ler’s shirt off.

Greed-ler was quick to begin un-doing Once-ler’s pants, managing to get inside of them in a minute flat. He rubbed the Once-ler’s member through the material of his boxers, successfully gaining a moan from his other half.

“G-greed” Once-ler said in a husky tone as he pulled away “W-what…are we doing?” He panted for air as he looked to Greed-ler, but made no attempts at moving away.

“Being bold?”

“This is more than just bein bold” He looked away, biting at his lip.

“We’re both drunk, it’s fine. When we wake up, we’ll just blame it on the alcohol, okay?” Greed-ler leaned forward and kissed Once-ler’s neck, biting it rather roughly to leave a mark.

Once-ler moaned and arched his back as a wave of pleasure shot through his body. Greed-ler took this as a good sign and began to rub him faster, causing Once-ler to buck his hips.

Greed-ler got onto his knees and completely removed Once-ler’s pants and boxers before pulling his own down.  He leaned back down and kissed him deeply as he took both of their members in one hand and began to pump them both.

They both moaned into the kiss, rocking their hips faster against each other’s.

“Take another drink, you’re gunna need it” Greed-ler said in a husky tone a minute later. Once-ler didn’t say anything; instead he grabbed the nearest bottle that still had alcohol in it and took a long swig.

While Once-ler did this, Greed-ler positioned himself over Once-ler’s ass and slowly pushed himself in. Had Once-ler not been drunk, he surely would have screamed in pain at this. Instead, he arched his back and let out a strangled moan; after which he laid back down on the floor and panted for air.

Greed-ler paused a few minutes until Once-ler was used to having himself inside of him, and slowly began to thrust. He was slow and careful with his movements, knowing Once-ler was in a world of pain even if his face didn’t show it.

It was quite sometime before Once-ler was moaning in pleasure and Greed-ler began to quicken his thrusts. At this point, Once-ler had his legs wrapped around Greed-ler’s waist and held his back up so that Greed-ler could take him deeper.

After finding a good rhythm, Greed-ler took Once-ler’s member and began to pump him while he thrusted. Once-ler moaned even more, causing Greed-ler to go even faster.

“G-greed, I’m gunnaaaaaaa” Once-ler moaned as his body shivered, releasing a moment later down his stomach and chest. That site was making Greed-ler get closer to his own release, which made him thrust as fast and deep as he could inside of the Once-ler.

“Oncie” Greed-ler panted and held on to Once-ler’s legs tightly. He moaned as his body tightened, feeling his release finally come in a long, satisfying burst. He continued to rock his hips slowly as he rode out his orgasm, carefully pulling out and fell onto his side gasping for air.

The two laid there like that for quite sometime as their bodies went back to normal, not saying a word to each other but enjoying the silence. After awhile they finally looked at each other and smiled.

“We should do that again sometime” Greed-ler chuckled.

“Let’s just hope we remember after we wake up”

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Chapter 6: Touching

by iwriteoncest

{Once-ler}

“Might be falling in love with you.” I mumble. I don’t expect his reaction. He wraps one of his long arms around my waist and pulls me close to him. The other he raises, sliding his hand up my neck and into my hair. He looks at me with those stunning emerald eyes. He leans in a bit.
“Are you sure?” he whispers, his eyes almost pleading. I nod, still staring right back at him. He leans in closer; our chests are now pressed together and our faces are mere inches apart. He glances down at my lips, which causes me to turn of the corners of them. He follows suit, and his eyes move back up to mine. He presses his lips against mine, and immediately I feel relief. I part my lips a bit to see how far he will go and he presses on, he too opening his mouth. He slides his tongue over my teeth, and I feel his jaw shift in my hand now placed on his head, and realize he’s being careful. His razor sharp teeth could easily slice through flesh, and he doesn’t seem to want to harm me in any way. He pulls away slowly. “Is this okay? Do you want to stop?” I realize from his eyes that he is perfectly alright with continuing, and evidently my grin told him that I was, too.

{Greed-ler}

We kissed. And it was flawless, and beautiful. He grinned when I asked him if he was okay with it, which I understood to mean that he was perfectly satisfied with where this was headed. I slid my hand under his vest and undid the buttons from the inside. At first he seemed confused, but within a few moments, he was doing the same with my coat. “Why do you wear so many shirts?” he asked playfully, as I already had his top half bare, but I was still wearing 3 layers of clothing. I laughed and helped him remove my vest and dress shirt, leaving him to pull my undershirt over my head, knocking off my hat in the process. We stand there looking at each other, silently telling each other what to do next. He looks at me, and begins to shed his shoes, as do I, as we slide off each others’ tight pants and add them to the piles of clothing that now litter the floor. I quickly run over to the door and lock it, and he laughs as I run back. I’m sure I look very out of place running around my office in my truffula-print boxers. I waltz over to him and shed my last remaining article of clothing. He glances down and smiles and removes his heart-print ones as well.

{Once-ler}

Greedie and I stand there naked, looking one another over. I’m tanner and a bit more muscular than him, but he is slightly taller, and holds a more graceful presence. Other than that, and our differing eye colors, we look exactly alike. He presses himself against me and I wrap my arms around his waist. I lay my head on his shoulder and he shifts one hand down to grab my hardened member. He softly strokes at first, but quickly gets more aggressive. I reach down and follow suit with him, feeling him get tenser as I quicken my speed. His hand in my hair tightens its grip, and he moans, “Oncie….oh…Oncie!” I smile, feeling overjoyed that I can bring him good feelings.

{Greed-ler}

I moan as Oncie pumps harder and faster. I match his speed, and hear his breathing quicken. His shoulders tense and he closes his eyes just as I feel every muscle in my body tighten. “Oh my…Greedie…oh!” he shouts as we both climax. That glorious split second seems to last for eons, and when it ends, we both release, getting sticky cum all over the office floor. I tilt my head down and raise my eyes to look at him, a smirk beginning to form on my face. He pulls me to him and presses his lips against mine once again, massaging my lower back as I cling to his sides.

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Chapter 5: Talking

by iwriteoncest

{Greed-ler}

He made us another lunch. Pancakes this time. With this wonderful marshmallow sauce. And the Lorax is gone. But he’s being awful quiet. I don’t like this. I want to talk to him. I mean, he’s me. I can bounce ideas off of him and he can tell me exactly what I’m thinking! Who wouldn’twant to talk to someone like that?! He keeps looking up at me for split seconds, then turning his eyes back to his plate. I wonder if there’s something wrong. I pull off my glasses and glance at him again before sliding across the floor to where he’s sitting and positioning myself next to him. “What’s wrong?” I ask, concerned.
“Nothing,” he replies. “Just…tired or something. I might be coming down with a cold.” I look at his face, but he won’t meet my eyes. I place my hand under his chin and guide his face to look at me, careful not to scratch him with my sharp nails. His eyebrows immediately raise and his pupils dilate a bit.
“What’s wrong?” I ask again, but this time in a softer voice. “I know you really well. And I can tell you, it’s more than sickness or tiredness that’s bothering you.”
He looks at me for a long time, at some point raising his own arm to grab mine as I hold his face, and he maintains eye contact with me the entire time.
“I…I’m not sure.” He mumbles. “I think…I think I might…” His eyes go big and he turns his head away, slipping out of my grip. He stands up and walks to the other side of the room. I too stand and follow him over, standing right behind him.
“Might what?” I ask carefully. He turns his body to face me, and slowly raises his head. We stare at each other for a long time, neither of us moving aside from the rise of our chests.
“Might be falling in love with you.” He mutters, almost inaudibly.

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Chapter 4: Thinking

by iwriteoncest

{Greed-ler}

This is weird. Just plain weird. First of all, I’m starting to get the same feelings as Oncie, where when we get separated, I feel AWFUL. And even worse, I’m developing an emotional attachment to him. More than a brother or a friend. Almost like…nah, it can’t be that. I’d know. And that’s impossible, anyway. Even I’m not that narcissistic.

{Once-ler}

Greedie’s been acting a tad odd lately. He’s continued to be in a great mood, but he’s been treating me differently. It’s like I’m his best friend, but more than that. I don’t know what you would call it. He touches my arm when I talk to him, laughs rambunctiously whenever I say anything the slightest bit funny or clever, and several times I’ve looked up from my knitting to see him staring at me, though as soon as our eyes meet, he quickly looks back down. This might sound odd, but I’m actually enjoy it. I’m not used to this sort of attention.

{Greed-ler}

Okay. Fine. I admit it. I sorta have a bit of a guy-crush on him. SORTA. There’s nothing wrong with that; I mean, he’s me. I’m him. So I like myself. Worse things have happened. Maybe this is a good sign. I’ve disliked myself for being such a failure practically all my life. Maybe now, I’m just learning to be okay with who I am. I mean, I’m successful. This is a good thing.

{Once-ler}

Oh my. Oh dear. Well this is bad. Odd. Strange. I don’t know. I feel like…like I’m….well, I’m drawn to Greedie. Not in a brotherly, platonic way, either. Like, a romantic way. Maybe it’s from his attention, his gushing over everything I do. Oh, I wish he would stop now. This is wrong. What if he finds out? What if he thinks I’m too weird to keep talking to? Or worse, what if he feels that same way?

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Chapter 3: Starting

by iwriteoncest

{Once-ler}

“Once-ler! Hey!” shouts the Lorax. He runs to catch up with me. “You goin’ ta lunch?” He asks.
“Well, I was gonna run back to the house and grab some stuff for me and Gree-“
“Great! I’ll join ya on your walk.” He says eagerly. The Lorax. Great. All he does is sit around all day making fun of, trashing, and just being mean to Greedie. I’m starting to develop a loathing for him. No one can be that mean to Greedie…so technically me… and get away with it.
“Erm…Actually, I’d rather you stay here…” I say rather timidly, though shooting him a ‘GO AWAY!’ glare. He “hmphed!”, turned on his heel, and left. Thank god.

{Greed-ler}

Oncie brought us lunch from home today. It was nice eating in my office with him. I’ve been skipping lunch lately. I don’t really like the factory cafeteria, and if I stay in my office, I tend to work through lunch. Anyway, he somehow managed to kick the Lorax out. I think I actually enjoyed myself. It was so nice talking to him. Every time I do, I feel more and more drawn to him. Even now, I feel the intense need to praise him, to let him know that I care about him. I didn’t get enough of that when I was like him. What am I saying? This, HE, is me! And yet, I don’t want him to turn out like…me…I don’t want him to feel unloved, unwanted like I did, courtesy of my dearest mother.

{Once-ler}

Greedie been in a really good mood lately. I mean, he’s starting to actually eat and sleep, which is a good sign, and he’s been being a lot nicer to people than usual. Especially me. I’d like to think that it’s me who’s cheering him up, but I admit, his sales have been going up, so that’s probably why he’s been so happy. He’s a lot better than I thought, too. I mean, yeah, we’re the same person, but I always thought he was so cruel and heartless, caring about nothing but his business. He’s not; he can actually be really charming at times, too. And not just for business gain.

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Chapter 2: Tugging

by iwriteoncest

{Once-ler}
“This is boring.” I complain to Greedie, hoping that he’ll come up with something for me to do other than develop new thneed designs or knit.
“Sorry.” He mutters, not even looking away from his paper work as he scrawls his messy signature on the bottom of yet another 180 million page contract. Does he actually read all of these? I’m so bored, and it’s only my 8^th day here! Why do we have to stay close? Stupid tree-soul-magic-stuff. I glance up at Greedie. He looks withdrawn and bored as I am. His glasses begin to slide down the bridge of his nose and he lets out a huge yawn. He catches me watching him and shoots me a half-smile, then looks back down at his latest contract. I’ve gotta find some way to distract him from this silly job. All he ever does is work. He comes home at about 10:30 each night, eats a couple bites of whatever I made for dinner that night, then falls down into bed, leaving me to put away his clothes that he has just tossed aside. He always has huge bags under his eyes, which is why he wears those silly glasses. He never takes them off around people other than me. Every night I climb into our bed and hear him whimpering in his sleep. There’s something bothering with him, and I think all this work has something to do with it. I stand up and walk over to his giant throne-like chair and sit on the arm of it. It’s so huge he doesn’t notice me for a couple minutes. “Has it gotten worse? The feeling, I mean?” he says, looking up. I see his eyes look over me from behind his glasses, his brows furrowing in a look of concern.
“No, everything’s alright…I’m just bored.”
“I’ve heard.” He says, turning back to his work. I sigh loudly, but it has no effect on him. I wait a few seconds, then tug at his suit collar.
“Yeeeeessss?” he says, drawing out the “e.”
“Do you ever take, like, breaks? I mean, maybe we could go do something?” I puzzled. I heard the Lorax begin snickering in the corner.
“He never stops, Oncie!” He laughs out. Greedie and I both glare at him. No one uses those names but us; they just refer to us as “Once-ler” or “Mr. Once-ler,” and you can probably tell who’s who. The Lorax doesn’t seem to care, in fact, it just intensifies his laughing. I’m beginning to understand why Greedie hates him so much.

{Greed-ler}
I’m starting to get used to having Oncie here. I thought he’d be a bother, but I’ve discovered that I actually enjoy him being here at work. I generally feel more relaxed. I forget that we technically are the same person, so talking aloud to him is like conversing with my own brain, just a bit more innocent and happy version. His ideas are always very similar to mine, but I love seeing the look of excitement on his face when we come up with a new plan. I forgot that new plans used to be so exhilarating for me. Oncie’s so… adorable. He makes me nostalgic. I sorta miss the old me. Did I just say that?

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Chapter 1: Sensing

by iwriteoncest

{Greed-ler}
I watched out the large front window as he sprinted up the walk and through the threshold. It’s odd for him to show up at the factory during business hours; he doesn’t like the loud noises as the trees are shredded, or the constant tirade of the Lorax. Why is he here?

{Once-ler}
Why? Why do I feel the need to talk to him right now? I never feel this way! Just sitting around tossing marshmallows to the fish, and suddenly I felt a pain in my chest, like my lungs were being stepped on. And why does his office have to be on the 7th floor of the factory?

{Greed-ler}
My office door slammed open and Oncie jumped on me. No, tackled me. He gasps for breath. The Lorax began snickering in the corner. “What’s so funny, eh?” I shouted at the Lorax. His  constant presence and berating was one thing, but his awful laughing claws at my nerves. “What are you so excited about?” I inquired to Oncie.
“I…I don’t know. Suddenly, I had this awful feeling in my chest, and I knew I had to come here!” he choked. “I feel better now!”
“That’s…well….um…odd…” I murmured, not understanding. The Lorax began to laugh, once again.
“WHAT’S SO FUNNY?!” I roared, unable to put up with him.
“Weeeeelllll,” he drawled, “Ya know how you two separated when you had conflicting interests about the…heh….trees?”
“Yes, that was…strange….” I offered.
“It’s part of the whole “magic” stuff. If you guys are apart for too long, you’ll begin to…eh….feel it. Quite literally.” he explained.
“What if we’re apart for a really long time?” I questioned.
“You’ll die, of course, and your soul will no longer be shared….it will be…redistributed. To the trees, of course.” he informed with a split second flash of a cruel grin.
“Damnit….Oncie, I’ll get you some ear plugs…you’d better stay around here though. We wouldn’t want anything…bad….happening.” I declared, tossing a rock in the Lorax’s direction as he stood in the corner chortling.

{Once-ler}
Stuck with Greedie. Oh god. It’s not him I mind…he’s never been anything but wonderful to me since the split. I mean, we are technically the same person. We share one soul, so I’d imagine we have no choice but to get along. Anyway, it’s the factory that’s bad…I mean, I don’t hate the Lorax as much as Greedie does…he always says that the Lorax is a good-for-nothing complainer, like Mom. I don’t know, I feel like the Lorax sorta has a point…But this factory just is so full of…noise, and it makes me unable to concentrate on anything. I don’t see how Greedie gets any work done here.

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The Prize On Your Arm (part 1)

by askgreedlerandoncie

Something about parties always made him cringe.

Rich fat cats dressed to impress, trophies with big blonde hair and breast implants hanging off their arms. Nothing of importance to say, to do. Just discussing how much richer and better they are than each other, but there’s no victory in this fight. Only pride. Pride in nothing more than a bank account.

And he was one of them.

He was practically their king, the role model for all the conniving rats in all the worlds, first to third.

His pen tapped his desk, loud in all the empty space.

So why did he feel so different?

Superiority can really fuck a guy up. Obviously.

The invitation was asking to be read in great detail, calligraphy so fresh and impressive. Ironically, it’d probably been written by overworked and unimpressive Cambodian children. Gold leafed lettering told him this party was mandatory.

Considering it was his company hosting it, he would rightfully hope so.

The Onceler was twanging on his guitar to his left, staying close as he was told, and the Greedler quickly recognized the sound as a Donovan song. He hummed quietly, picking at the strings with long nimble fingers. Contentment.

“Must be fun to go to parties,” he said, wrists loose and hands falling up and down across strings. “Even though I know you don’t think so.”

He mustered a silent snarl at the boy, listening to the guitar clouding over his own thoughts. His legs swung over his large chair, making the arms creak in disagreement. The Onceler slouched over his beloved instrument and strummed away. Stop talking before he gets upset, he thinks. But he’s always upset.

“It says I need a guest.”

The Onceler paused in his playing, but quickly went right back, strumming louder than before.

“Take your secretary,” he whispered. “She’s really pretty.”

“Yeah and be laughed out of my own fucking party? A boss doesn’t take their fucking secretary as a date to a party. That’s like taking your mom, and no I’m not taking mom either.”

“Iron Man took his secretary to a party.”

“Do I fucking look like Iron Man?”

The Onceler gave a light smile and absentmindedly continued his song. “No. You’re not much of an alcoholic.”

“Thank you.”

They sat together silently again, Greedler’s pointed leather shoes poking gently into the Onceler’s side. His fingers dragged up the neck of his guitar sensually, his head bowed in his playing. Season of the Witch.

“I could take you as my-”

“No.”

In a flurry, a sharp hand found the Onceler’s neck, gripping tight. The Onceler gulped as his face was pulled closer to Greedler’s, whose eyes gleamed bright emerald with warning shades of red.

“That wasn’t a question.”

The Onceler didn’t say anything, only staring into those hypnotizing pools of color and making sure his throat didn’t lock up. The Greedler narrowed his eyes. “I can’t very well take myself as a date. Plus you’re a boy. Can’t take a boy as a date either.”

The boy gave a curt nod, knuckles grazing his chin.

“Well that’s what disguises are for.”

The hand on his neck pushed forward, knocking the Onceler off his chair and onto the floor with a crash. His guitar gave a loud garbled buzz as it went with him. He grimaced as his head hit the back of the chair and his legs sprawled up, and he watched his master stand gracefully to watch him. Intriguing.

“You said you liked parties, didn’t you?”

“I’m not going to like this one, will I?”

“I know I will.”

He walked around his desk and out of his office, looking over his shoulder at his pet all over the ground. “Get up. We’re going to do a bit of shopping.”

“You’re not really doing this right? This is all just one of your jokes.”

There he was in front of that big six mirrored walls, a short plump tailor scampering around him, taking notes. Greedler looked rightly comfortable lounging on a fainting sofa, a fat cigar between razor teeth. Smoking in a no-smoking area was not his problem.

“I don’t joke, baby. You know that.”

“Green?”

“Green.”

The tailor silently offered him a lacy boned device, ribbons crossing in the back, hard and silky. The Onceler turned to him, and he grinned widely as smoke billowed between each angled tooth.

“You’re a monster.”

“Mmhmm.”

He gingerly began to take his vest and shirt off, and as a small semblance of pay back, he threw the clothes at the man so smoothly relaxing behind him. He only laughed.

The tailor held the boned cloth to his chest, wrapping it around him to tie it all up in the back. He looked down at the way it shaped him, curving his chest and hips out, cinching his already petite waist. It wasn’t tight, he was already as skinny as a truffula tree, but the padding on the top and bottom made him look fuller. There was a space in the chest for something.

There was a wolf whistle from behind him, and he was ready to turn around and rush the man, but the tailor fussed and tugged on the ribbons to hold him in place. “Sir please!”

“Oncie, calm the fuck down and let the man do his job.”

He didn’t say anything, just took a deep calming breath. This wasn’t the worst thing he’d ever had to endure by his master’s hands definitely. He should be grateful. He wasn’t going to be left home alone this time. He wasn’t going to be put in the dark until he came home, tired and drunk. He was going to be there, be with other people, meet and talk and drink and socialize. He wasn’t going to be alone tonight.

“Sir.”

He looked down at the tailor, holding up an expensive looking satin piece, large and ruffled and carefully embezzled with black jewels around the collar. In his other hand he held a folded skirt hooped with wire and more boning.

He turned back to Greedler again, who watched him silently behind dark glittery glasses. He was not smiling, only watching, smoke trailing to the ceiling. There was something else in those eyes.

“Don’t you think this is a bit much?” he whispered.

“Not for you, it isn’t.”

He turned back to the tailor to hide his reddening face from his master, his embarrassment evident. He stepped into the petticoats and crinoline, and they were slid up to the hips he suddenly had. The skirt moved with him, swaying back and forth from the tailor lacing it up. Once that was on, the pants were off. And then there was the dress.

“It’s a bit heavy, sir. If you could please bend down.”

The poor man. To dress another man in such a large ball gown and only be half his height to boot. The Onceler obliged quickly, crooking his knees as far as he could without bending over to give Greedler a show. The dress was slipped over his head and over his shoulders, pounds and pounds of ruched emerald satin dragging down his body til it spread down the rounded skirt and hit the floor. The fabric was cool to the touch, silky and perfectly made, and it fanned out in layers of finely bubbled ruffles. The front was embroidered carefully with black silk, patterned along the entire collar with dripping jewels. It rested at his biceps, displaying his collarbone and shoulders.The tailor was zipping it up his side, tightening to the corset underneath it.

“Your accessories, sir.”

“Sorry?”

He was given long green evening gloves that matched Greedler’s own, though tighter and silkier. They were rolled up his arms slowly, and he marveled at the feel of it, flexing his hands. This was what it felt like, those hands. Soft, secure. So different.

“And this, sir.”

A choker necklace. Green and black and riddled with the came jewels as his dress. A collar.

“No.”

“Too bad.”

“No I’m not wearing that.”

He watched the tailor hesitantly begin to step away from him. And then he heard the sound of expensive dress shoes touching the ground, moving toward him. Every step was a millennia, not knowing when he would descend onto him.

But he stood behind him, and he could hear the soft breathing, smell the thick scent of Cohiba. A pointed gloved hand reached into his own matching hand to take the necklace. Ever so slowly it was dragged up his arm, making him shiver as the jewels tickled the exposed skin between the dress and the gloves, and suddenly it was being wrapped around his neck. Expecting to be choked with it, he took in a loud gasp of air. But the necklace was only clasped together, and the man behind him laughed deep in his throat. “You are a silly thing indeed.”

They stood together silently, and those sharp hands fell to his sides, mapping the curves he’d acquired, careful with the delicate fabric. His mouth was to his neck, breathing warmly against his nape, nightmare teeth so close to his life. Just breathing.

“Nothing I say could possibly describe you.”

“Then don’t say anything.”

The man smiled, and squeezed his hips with the meat of his fingers, claws jutting out and off the dress. The Onceler kept his head held high. He wasn’t afraid of him. He wasn’t. The claws left him, and suddenly he was cold.

“Sir, your makeup,” the tailor pipped in, taking his hand and walking him to a separate room. He didn’t look back at his master as he was lead away, because he knew the face he’d be making, knew that look all too well, knew it every day.

Triumph.

The wig wasn’t much different from his normal hair, but it touched his shoulders and curled at the bottom, tickling his neck. The bangs swept to the side, tucked behind his ear. And a little green hat was clipped into his hair, black net veil falling over part of his face.

He looked himself over in the mirror, fingers gently caressing the tips of his new hair, watching it curl lightly toward him, hugging his face. He looked like a beautiful woman.

“Sir,” was said into his ear, tearing him from his reflection. Plastic globes were presented to him.

“No,” he bit out. “No way.”

“Sir, please. You know as well as I there’s only one way to go about this.”

The tailor looked nervous again. And suddenly his answer didn’t effect just him anymore. He clenched his teeth, breathing deeply through his nose. “Alright.”

He thanked God they weren’t all that large. As much as Greedler admitted to loving big breasted women, he must have known there was only so far he could push his pet without him refusing entirely and accepting his consequences. He felt like a monster in a horror movie, with all the liquid latex and silicone and foundation to cover the seams. They fit perfectly in the extra space of his dress, and he looked down to his own cleavage. He bounced in his seat, and they jiggled lightly. Convincing.

“Sir, he’s waiting in the car for you.”

“Thank you. And I’m sorry for all this.”

“I am more sorry for you, sir.”

It earned him a halfhearted laugh, and nothing more. He was right.

His chariot was awaiting him, a stretch limo. Not like it was anything different from their normal trips into town. Greedler rolled down a window, and smoke exploded out as quickly as it could. He stuck his head out and clicked his tongue at him. “Hey baby how much?”

“Put that out right now or I am not getting in that car.”

With a puff of arrogance, he tossed the cigar out the side. “Just be glad I didn’t put your bitch ass on the roof.”

“Not in this dress you wouldn’t,” he grumbled, opening the door and pushing his pile of satin in with him. He sat across from the man wearing the grin of a shark, his legs crossed in a dominant display. The Onceler crossed his arms over his strangely supple chest and leaned into the plush seats.

“Aren’t you excited? You’re going to be the talk of the party.”

“Only because I’ll be hanging off your arm.”

That must have struck a nerve, if he still had any nerves, because he frowned and looked out the window for the rest of the trip. He sat awkwardly in his huge dress, not wanting to address his other half for fear of him snapping, and wondered how the party would be. Would he really be that popular? He could never imagine how Greedler must feel, being known by everyone, everyone wanting to talk with him and be him and be with him.

He had the privilege of all three.

How many women had he taken to his events, pretty faces and tight dresses? He’d never known. Had he ever gone to a party with a woman?

He eyed his master, the way he looked so deep in thought, probably as deep as the Onceler looked right then. How many women had held onto his arm as his trophy? How many woman had flocked to his side at these parties?

How many had he invited into his car? How many had he shared a couple drinks with and then shared something else?

No, no. No.

The insecurities were bubbling up, and he rubbed at his silky arm gingerly. There’s only so much he could do with him before he got bored. And willing women were better than unwilling men.

No it wasn’t like that. He was willing.

Greedler watched his pet from the corner of his eye, hidden behind those shady lenses.

He was gorgeous, far more so than any woman he’d ever seen. That may have been the narcissism talking, but he was so enamored with this new being he didn’t think it mattered. A look of pain crossed his beauty’s face, and he hoped it wasn’t the outfit. He’d spent so much time making it perfect for him, went through so many trying to find the one that would scream “this gorgeous creature belongs to the Greedler”. When he had, he’d been too excited, more than he’d ever admit. And here he was, perfect in every way before him, his and his alone, and he’d walk into that party with him and for once they won’t be scrambling for a piece of him. For once they won’t look to him as a target. They’ll look to him and see this radiant attraction, see that he is not alone.

He was never alone.

The Onceler had noticed his staring. He looked at him with big blue eyes, lined with black and sparkling shades of green. And he fell in love again.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

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