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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.

Posted by greedlerandoncie in Smut/Rated M Oncest Tags: fanfiction, oncest, rated m, smut

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….”

Posted by greedlerandoncie in Smut/Rated M Oncest Tags: fanfiction, oncest, rated m, smut

Editor’s Note: The title was changed because it was inappropriate.

by ask-fem-swag-once-ler

Posted by greedlerandoncie in Smut/Rated M Oncest Tags: fanfiction, oncest, rated m, smut

by wholockian-oncelut

The newspaper publish a story to the public announcing his strange behaviours with his doppelganger and The Once-ler decides punishment is necessary.

BILLIONARE CEO TAKES PHRASE ‘GO F*CK YOURSELF’ LITERALLY

The sudden success and charming CEO, ‘The Once-ler’, creator of the revolutionary product ‘Thneed’, has been accused of what could only be described as public masturbation in its finest. The CEO has denied all these claims, made from a range of public figures including the Minister of Foreign Affairs, executive producers, distributers and even the Mayor himself after a certain incident in a confidential meeting.

The information given to the press is confidential, and unfortunately we unable to detail the complete incident. However, it is claimed that the Once-ler has an exact doppelganger of himself, their attributes completely identical, even their voice.

A controversial relationship between the two ‘Once-lers’ has been rumoured throughout the company and it is quite obvious that the Once-ler is not willing to have this information shared to the public.

What else could this man be hiding? Underneath that dazzling smile and unforgettable suit of green, could a line of tricks and lies hide within his own home? More details to come when the Once-ler reveals more about his replicate.

—-

The Once-ler gritted his teeth together, fuming, as he scrunched the newspaper into a big ball and threw it across the room.

Public masturbation? He thought angrily, What the fuck do they think I’m doing? Jacking myself off in the middle of the street?

No, he hadn’t, in case you were wondering. In fact, although he was unaware, what had been witnessed was probably much worse than a good wank. But the Once-ler didn’t care about his own morals. He cared about what the public thought; what the press released. How dare they?! How dare they reveal to the public his personal life? Couldn’t a man have some Goddamned privacy?

Usually, if any controversial news related back to him, the press would ask his permission. If he didn’t like what they wanted to sell, he would bride them to keep quiet with a large sum of money, money that probably should have been donated to a charity in need. Not that the press cared. Money made the world happy, he knew it to be the truth.

His grand chair’s feet scratched the wooden floorboards as he pushed it back to stand up from his office desk. He didn’t care. He walked over to the double doors and pushed them open with both of his hands; the large doors alerting Brett and Chet who were almost about to doze off standing until the interruption. They straightened their backs at once when they saw their older brother storm past angrily, turning their heads to the side simultaneously as they watched him stalk down the long corridor. They wanted to pipe up, ask their brother if everything was okay. Of course they hadn’t read the news – they were much too simple-minded for that. They didn’t know.

The Once-ler passed his secretary, who managed to slip in a questioning glance as he passed her, and he ignored her almost completely. He knew she was looking, judging, but he would not dare to show her a sign that he cared about her opinion. He was The Once-ler, in charge and in control. He could do whatever the fuck he wanted and shouldn’t have his actions questioned.

The man finally made it back to his bedroom, the source of his problem curled up underneath the thick duvet like the lazy bitch he was. There was The Once-ler, constantly drowning in paperwork and called into corporate meetings every couple of days, and his own personal item of keeping was treating himself with luxuries like sleeping in and knitting and baking and jamming.

The Once-ler growled and kicked the mattress , making the bed frame jerk violently. The sleeping beauty stayed asleep. Of course he would; he slept like a log. It would take a trip down a waterfall to wake him – oh wait.

Unfortunately, The Once-ler was far too impatient to wait for his now tabloid masturbating buddy to wake naturally. He snatched at the duvet and in a swift move threw it off the bed, letting it rest in a messy heap at the bottom of the mattress. The boy would have been naked if not for the heart-patterned boxers that hid his pride and joy. He still did not wake, only tucking his legs into his chest, like he was attempting to accumulate his own body heat.

This was getting ridiculous. He leaned down and seized the shivering pile of long limbs by a chunk of dark hair, pulling his hand up sharply, “Wake the fuck up,” he ordered.

The boy yelped as his eyes wrenched themselves open in surprise and the pain of having hairs plucked from his scalp, “Leggo!” he squawked, flailing his stupidly long limbs pathetically, not achieving anything by his response.

The Once-ler only rolled his eyes and loosened his grip on the boy’s hair with a sudden release, resulting in the boy to fall down onto the mattress, “Oomph!” he sat up slowly, rubbing his sore scalp, “Watcha do thatta for?” he complained irritably.

“Read the newspaper yet?” The Once-ler asked him, his tone serious and eyes narrowed. This was not a light matter.

The boy frowned, rubbing the back of his bruised neck in confusion, “No?”

“They know,” the Once-ler stated, “They know about us. I’ve been getting my ass kicked all morning because of it. And,” his nostrils flared, “do you know whose fault it is?”

Oncie looked to the ground, “M-me?” he guessed quietly. He wanted to make a smart-ass comment, be witty, but he knew that it would only aggravate his future self and he was afraid of making him angry.

“Yes. You,” he seethed, “Because if you remember correctly, you fucking coughed and then people thought, ‘oh, who coughed? Someone must be under the table!’ and obviously they would fucking look and you’re there in my fucking legs sucking me off,” his voice continued to raise itself until he was plainly shouting, “Do you know what that does to the company?! People want a charming good-looker who’s a nice guy, and that boosts sales! They don’t want this!” he gestured to Oncie’s whole body. Oncie was scared.

“I’m sorry!” he blubbered, “B-but you make me do th-that sorta stuff!” tears streamed down his eyes, terrified of what The Once-ler would do to him. Ever since he had appeared and taken over his life, Oncie found himself turning into a defenceless shadow of his former self, unable to do anything about The Once-ler. The Once-ler forced him into involving himself with many acts that Oncie would never have wanted to perform. Then he’d starve him for days, and then he’d hurt and hit him, then finally would he realise that it wasn’t good for Oncie’s help and he’d spoil him with food and luxuries.

“Sorry?!” he bellowed, “Sorry doesn’t fucking cut it!” he raised his hand then brought it down across Oncie’s face, leaving a dark red mark on his cheek. He became quiet immediately, refraining from the temptation to cry out. It would only make matters worse. With wide eyes he stared at his older version with shock and fear. The Once-ler only scowled, “Looks like you won’t be getting your bed privileges anymore. Or any food,” with that he grabbed Oncie and took off, dragging him by his arm along the floor.

Oncie screamed and writhed around, trying to escape from his now persecutor but without any luck. He was so afraid.

The Once-ler kicked him into a very empty, very hostile and wooden room. Its contents were bare beside the one plastic table that sat in the corner of the musty room doing nothing more than collecting dust. Oncie gulped. He knew this room and it was not a fond memory. He was hoping he never had to return to this place.

Cold and shaking, The Once-ler threw him carelessly onto the ground, Oncie’s cheekbone knocking against the floorboards with a force that would probably bruise. He whimpered, scampering across the dusty floor to the other side of the room but he wasn’t quick enough.

Velvet hands latched themselves onto his shoulders and he lurched back, spine slamming into the floor. He shrieked but something soft and pink was stuffed into his mouth. It has many uses… He thrashed about his limbs but The Once-ler wasn’t interested in his younger self’s arms or legs. No, he was interested in what lied underneath those heart-patterned boxers.

He nipped the younger’s inner thighs, his sharp teeth piercing the fragile skin that was beginning to stretch over his bones. Oncie let out a small sob, shivering uncontrollably at the sharp pains in his bleeding thighs. He hadn’t been hurt like this for so long. He had almost believed that his older doppelganger had finally realised that what he was inflicting did not help the both of them.

But his doppelganger was probably psychotic, and hurting his younger self made him feel better, stronger. He was so in denial he couldn’t always accept the existence of his younger self, nor allow himself to believe that he loved him.

With a low, reverberating growl, The Once-ler made a trail of kisses up Oncie’s thighs until he found sanctuary within those legs. Flicking out his tongue onto the tip of the boy’s cock, he simultaneously slipped off those trademark money-green gloves and fished for something in his coat pocket. Working his tongue along the muscle, he found a small bottle and applied the substance to his fingers.

Oncie craned his head to the side, trying to get a good look of what his tormentor was up to. His cheeks were damp with tears and his eyes bloodshot, making his skin only look much more blotchy and red than it was.

It didn’t take long for the boy to shriek, scraping his nails into the floor as multiple fingers entered his backside and teeth pressed into his erect dick. He whined unhappily, “St-stop,” he pleaded through moans.

His dick felt suddenly cold as wet saliva dripped off the pulsating member and The Once-ler’s mouth gave his front a short break, “Stop?” The Once-ler questioned, puzzled even, “Why should I?” he jerked his fingers harshly, pushing them in further than she should have been allowed to go, “Baby,” he cooed, his eyes flaring with danger underneath the sparkling blue bug-eyed shades, “You made a mistake.”

With that, The Once-ler’s mouth returned to the boy’s crotch. Oncie bit down on his tongue to suppress his outbursts. He wasn’t going to satisfy The Once-ler. Not this time.

Or so he thought so, for a total of three seconds. A fourth finger entered its way into his orifice and another hand stroked his scrotum gently while lips were advancing towards the base of his dick and a tongue licked the precum playfully, both teasing and arousing.

Oncie cried out in unwanted pleasure, bucking his hips so his dick only slipped more and more into The Once-ler’s mouth. But this couldn’t go on for too long; after all this was simply foreplay. The Once-ler still had his own pleasure to attend to.

Pulling his fingers out and wiping the back of his hand along his lips that dripped with a sticky fluid, he zipped down his fly and pushed his pants down just low enough to expose his own crotch. He licked his lips, staring down at the bleeding legs and the pulsating dick, ignoring the less attractive face that Oncie currently wore. He knew what he was going to do, and nothing was going to stop him.

Grabbing Oncie’s sides, he flipped him over and applied more lubricant onto his own dick. Oncie struggled and twisted and turned, trying to get away but The Once-ler only slammed into him, sliding in as far as he could. Oncie’s hipbones knocked the hard floor, his erection being pressed the wrong way as it cramped itself every time The Once-ler thrust into him.

“How does that feel, huh?” The Once-ler murmured with tension, his pelvic bone aching from the force of hitting Oncie’s bony ass, “Does it hurt?” he drawled out, leaning down into Oncie’s ear. His tongue flicked itself out, this time at an ear rather than a dick and he bit on it gently. He drew no blood this time. It wasn’t his intention, anyway.

Oncie shuddered, his moans lengthening and increasing in volume. The Once-ler knew he was close, so he helped, intensifying his hip movements and pressing his lips into the side of Oncie’s neck. He poked his tongue out and made circles, sucking at the area while the lower halves of their bodies were a hot mess of sticky sweat.

The boy finally came, his batch staining the cold floorboards. The Once-ler let his dick linger inside of Oncie for those few more seconds, creating the unwanted pleasurable feeling, coming inside of him pleasingly. He pulled out and stood up without one word, zipping his pants back and picking up his gloves. He took a good look at Oncie who shivered on the sticky floor, bruises already beginning to form on his ass, neck and thighs. With the little strength that remained, Oncie managed to look up at The Once-ler with wide eyes.

Why.

No. He wouldn’t feel guilty. Oncie deserved it. Shaking his head the once, he turned on his heels and left the room, locking the door behind him. He deserved it, he did. There was nothing wrong with what he did, absolutely not.

Now, he had hands to wash and a conference meeting to attend. He would greet them with his flashing smile and his charming voice. The press would be there and they would see what a wonderful person he was. They would see that they had made a mistake and there was nothing that could prove that he had done such horrendous things.

Nothing at all.

Posted by greedlerandoncie in Smut/Rated M Oncest Tags: fanfiction, oncest, rated m, smut