Archive of Our Own

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After Emmet finally cleaned Ingo’s sheets and they had showered all the evidence away, both brothers decided to sit down on the couch and have a little chat.

As much as this conversation was going to be veeerrry uncomfortable, it was very important they got through it. Communication is key after all for a strong and joyful relationship.

“I was on Onlyfans…” Ingo said rather breathlessly, still unable to believe that his first time was live with many eyes watching them, watching him. Naked and needy for his own twin brother, calling out for his twin like a whore ready for anything that would be given to him. Oh dear…

Emmet’s head hung low, his perpetual smile tense and wavy. His fingers dug into his legs.

“Yes… Sorry…” He felt at blame for what happened. For exposing Ingo like this to the world. It was bad enough sharing himself with the whole of the internet, but sharing his Ingo as well?

Well… it happened already. No taking it back now.

Ingo finally straightened his back and turned his body to properly face his brother, swallowing down and accepting his own actions and the consequences that follow. “But that does not matter now, we must focus on us. Now Emmet, is there somewhere you would like to begin?”

A habit of sorts, to ask Emmet where he would like to begin or what he would like to save for last. Ingo usually dominated their conversations due to the others tendency to not speak as much as Ingo himself. It was up to him as the older brother to make sure Emmet felt like he was in just as much as control and comfortable enough in stressful situations.

Emmet’s fingers were fidgeting in his lap. 

“How long… have you been watching…?” The question had been on his mind from the moment his sex driven brain defogged enough to form sentient thoughts. The stream had been for subscribers only, meaning Ingo had to have subscribed to him… Had he just happened to find his livestream today and decided to subscribe? Or has this been going on for a while…?

Ingo shifted uncomfortably, looking at his hands like it was to blame. “For a while…. roughly two weeks now.”

Emmet stared at him, wide-eyed for a few moments.

“ Two weeks ,” he repeated a bit stunned. Why hadn’t he said anything? Done anything?

Oh god.

Emmet suddenly remembered that day he had confronted his brother about using his toys, the way Ingo had inquired on whether there’d been anything else Emmet was keeping from him…

He’d known. He’d known all along and Emmet had lied right to his face .

Emmet felt a little sick.

“S-Sorry…” His voice was low, barely audible. “I should’ve- I couldn’t tell you.”

“You could’ve.” Ingo corrected. “You just didn’t.” The slightly older brother sighed as he looked away from his hands to now look at the window so he could avoid looking at his brother. Who lied to him. Who kept secrets from him. Who couldn’t feel comfortable enough to tell him such things.

It hurt, not only did Emmet keep things from him but then he lied to Ingo and when he inquired about it. What else could he be hiding behind his back…?

“Would you have let me?” Emmet asked. “If I had told you about my plans. Would you have let me start an Onlyfans?” It was a rhetorical question. Emmet knew the answer. Ingo knew the answer. Emmet wanted to hear it from Ingo anyways.

Ingo frowned in response, not gracing it with an answer. They both already knew what his answer would be anyways…

“So you kept it hidden from me instead? Keep secrets and show your body off to the world? Our body?” It was not lost on Ingo how his sibling had the same body, anyone that saw Emmet in the videos would know how he looked under his clothes and by extension Ingo. The idea that people he doesn’t know have the knowledge of how his body looks felt very violating.

“ You lied to my face! ”

Emmet flinched at that, hard. “I- I-” There wasn’t much he could say. Ingo was right. He kept it hidden and had exposed himself to the world, and by proxy Ingo.

“...I wanted us to be able to live comfortably,” Emmet muttered finally. “Without the extra money… we would’ve both had to work twice as much. Even more maybe. We might’ve- …We might’ve had to quit the internship for more jobs.”

Now that made Ingo go silent, his frown growing as he realized that he had no rebuttal. He couldn’t simply deny and refute it because it was true. Emmet made more money than him and it gave them the breathing room they needed to be able to continue working at Gear Station. Ever since he found Emmet’s Onlyfans did he know why and how the younger got so much more sometimes, and it wasn’t always the same amount either. 

If Ingo was being honest he should have put it together by himself without finding anything due to the random sums of money Emmet would sometimes bring in, not all those times were around payday either…

“That may be true, but we agreed to handle this journey together no matter what was thrown at us.” He finally locked his eyes with his brother, looking deeply into Emmet’s matching eyes. “How can we do this together if you do things on your own? Obtain your own money and despite the method, you would get ahead. Without me .” Ingo let the hurt show in his tone, he felt no need to hide things from his brother and secretly he felt like Emmet deserved it.

He did decide to go down this route.

Emmet’s eyes rounded with guilt.

“I’m sorry…” There wasn’t much else he could say. “I’m sorry…” He had made Ingo feel abandoned. Left behind. How could he? “I’m sorry, I- I-” Emmet hadn’t realized he was crying until he swallowed back a sob. He closed his eyes tight, fighting back the tears and taking a deep breath to try and steady himself.

“...I won’t do it again. I promise. I promise! I won’t keep any secrets.” He wouldn’t. He couldn’t bear it, not any more.

That was all Ingo needed to hear as he pulled his brother into his arms, cradling Emmet like he was the most important thing in the world. To Ingo, thats was very well the case. “Oh Emmet, I forgive you.” His grip around his twin tightened, like he could squeeze all the tears out of him. 

He can not stand to see his brother cry.

“Besides… you had me missing out on quite a magnificent sight.” His hands rubbing circles on Emmet’s back. “I never knew you could be so naughty brother~”

Emmet’s face was buried into Ingo’s neck now, letting his eyes wet it just the smallest bit. His face flushed slightly at the comment.

“Oh please… you walked in on me when we were teens more times than either of us can count,” he muttered back, a bit of amusement back in his tone.

“I never heard you call my name before!” Ingo retaliated. “I would have come running sooner!” 

Emmet’s flush grew in intensity, the younger brother suddenly feeling hot. How often had Ingo listened to him calling his name in streams and videos…? Had he been touching himself to them? Had he called his own brother’s name back?

“So… uhm… about that…” Emmet was squirming again, now pressed to Ingo for the older brother to feel the nervosity radiating off his body. “What… happened, what does it mean? For us? Are we…?” He was scared to finish the sentence. Scared Ingo would say, no, they’re nothing special now. They’re still only brothers - not that Emmet didn’t want to be brothers, but he was greedy and he wanted more.

Ingo coughed into his hand as he prepared himself for that topic now. The brother cladded in black had thought about what he wanted to say for a while now, the moment his brother’s feelings were made clear to him on video and now was the time to finally face it. “If I may be so bold as to say your feelings for me had been made perfectly clear as of late… that you love me more than a brother, hmm?” He let Emmet correct him before he continued, before he bared his heart out for possible rejection.

Emmet’s face felt so hot he wondered if he had gotten a fever during their sexcapades. He didn’t look at Ingo, but he nodded, the twin more likely to feel it against his shoulder than to actually see much of it in their position.

“Yes, good.” Ingo continued with a nod, eyes closing briefly as he did. “Well Emmet I am happy to inform you that I feel the same. I love you more than a brother. Enough to watch you every time you go live or upload a video.” 

His arms snake around Emmet and pull him completely on his lap, forcing the other to look at him so he could rest their foreheads together. His bright silver eyes lowering to stare at the younger’s lips with want. “Emmet, brother… would it be alright with you if we may kiss once again?”

Emmet’s nod was stiff, but very quick, his heart already pounding at Ingo’s confession, blood rushing through his ears from their closeness. In fact, he didn’t think he could wait for Ingo to close the last bit of gap between them, too anxious and impatient to sit still for his older brother to move close.

So instead he took it into his own hands to crash their lips together, tongue already lapping greedily against Ingo’s lips, like he wanted to seal this moment, their confessions, their admission of love, in this clumsy but passionate kiss.

Ingo had no qualms as he opened his mouth for his brother, his tongue meeting Emmet’s to rejoice in a wet tango. His hands gripping his brother’s clothes tightly like the other would just disappear if he didn’t hold on hard enough. A hum escaping him as Emmet invaded his mouth completely, making his head fuzzy and his eyes roll back as they closed in bliss.

Emmet should not have this much power over him. It was very dangerous for his brother to turn him into a Goomy with only one kiss but Ingo didn’t have the heart or mind to ever want to stop.

A moan escaped his lips before he could stop it. Oh well, Emmet has heard him moaning quite a lot not that long ago. What was one more?

Emmet drank the moan up happily, giving one in return almost immediately. They sat conjoined like this for what felt like an eternity, until finally they had to separate, even if only the smallest bit, to take a breather.

Emmet didn’t keep the distance for long, though, quickly leaning his forehead to Ingo’s as his blissful eyes drowned in Ingos.

“Oh Ingo,” he practically whispered. “I love you. I love you sooo verrrrry much.”

“I love you too Emmet.” Ingo smiled softly before stealing another quick kiss.

-

It had been a few month since the twins had started officially dating - not that they would ever tell anyone this publicly except for their dear friend Elesa, and by proxy Elesa’s very nosy girlfriend Skyla.

By now they had been able to quit some of their part time jobs and gotten more shifts at Gear Station, finally being hired as actual Depot Agents, rather than just interns. Although at their low beginner qualifications, their pay was still… well, it could certainly be better, and thus Emmet had not quite yet closed his Onlyfans, even if Ingo had voiced his preference of limiting his own appearances on the channel, much to the audience’s dismay.

But that was okay. Emmet had run the show without Ingo for all this time, he was just fine continuing it without him. In fact, it was today that he had a day off, his brother having gone on a fun outing with their friend, giving Emmet the house for himself and the chance to run another livestream.

He had something a bit special planned today.

Since his little Joltik Beepboop had recently evolved into a dashing lady Galvantula, Emmet had asked the Pokemon to tie his wrists up behind his back with some of her silk. Sweet angel Beepboop had no idea of the dirty intentions behind this request, no idea why her trainer had been stripped nude when asking this of her, but she didn’t care much either. A Sewaddle had found its way into the apartment earlier and she couldn’t wait to catch her snack once Emmet was satisfied with her webbing.

Once his wrists were sufficiently tied and the Pokemon out of the room, Emmet hobbled on his knees to face the camera better, the stream having seen the whole scene. Emmet had practiced before this, of course, had made sure he felt confident enough to play with himself even with the lack of hands, a toy stuck to the headboard of Ingo’s bed, stiff and ready for Emmet to ram into. That didn’t mean the feeling of him navigating entirely armless wasn’t still strange. Strange and… strangely exhilarating.

Emmet was already well into fucking himself into Ingo’s headboard, the sound of his own moans and the buzzing of blood rushing to his ears blocking off any noise that could’ve possibly prepared him for the upcoming disaster.

The door to their bedroom burst open with a fancy high heel shoe, the dazzling best friend herself taking a step in and striking a pose. “Emmet we’re bac- oh hello~ Having fun?” She giggled at the scene before her, her cheeks dusting a light pink as we witnessed her friend in such a exposing position.

Emmet yelped in response, just barely stopping himself from backing off into the dildo and instead managing to scramble off the bed and underneath it instead, the best hiding place he could think of with his hands unable to grab any blankets to cover himself with.

“ Elesa!!!” He screeched, his voice high pitched and his face now flushed more from embarrassment rather than any ‘fun’ he was having moments ago.

The chat seemed quite happy about the intrusion.

“dandy_dewott

omg eel getting busted!!!”

“MommyMusharna

Was that a WOMAN’S voice? Oooh Emmet, I didn’t know you had a girlfriend!”

“archieflops

omg elesa lik the model elesa??? cmon girl step into the cam”

The dinging of the computer was not lost on Elesa. “Oh my god are you doing your streaming today, sweetie? Sorry~” She was not sorry.

“Is there a problem?” Ingo asked, walking into the the room only to freeze when he heard the same dinging that Elesa was currently cackling about. And was that a dildo on his headboard? “Emmet have you been using my bed again? My head rests near there!” He called in a huff, making Elesa wheeze.

“You said you’d be out all day ,” was all Emmet could hiss in a reply.

“I missed you so we returned early.” Ingo responded easily as he walked on screen to move towards his brother, squatting down to get a better look. “Are you alright?”

“He looks alright to me!” Elesa called from the doorway, holding onto it as she wiped a tear away. “Missed you too looks like!”

Emmet was huffing, cheeks puffed up in a pout as he felt much more put on the spot than he did during any of his livestreams.

“I’m alright! I simply didn’t expect Elesa to come into my session.” Especially not when he was tied up, dragons be damned!

Elesa gave Emmet a wink, her tongue peeking out playfully. 

Ingo sighed as he gathered his brother into his arms. “Now Elesa, could you please start dinner as I take care of my brother?” Setting Emmet down gently onto the bed and lean over him.

“Wait… now!?! When I’m here? In the other room supposed to be making dinner?” A breathless laugh leaving her as she cradled her head from the outrageous of it all. 

Ingo looked up at her to hold her gaze as he nodded, serious. “Yes, after everything we had went through together I would assume you have no qualms?” Getting a shake of the head from Elesa as she nods.

“Fine! You pervs, but you can’t complain next time when me and… her do things around you too!” Getting a nod from Ingo, Elsea left the room to start on their meal.

Now that they were (mostly) alone, Ingo’s attention went back to Emmet, or more specifically his hands. “You used Beepboop’s webbing I see, clever boy.” Ingo almost purred as he gently guided his brother to lay down on his back, his eyes half lidded as he drank up the sight that was Emmet.

Emmet’s breath hitched, the heat from his face now traveling through his whole body as his stomach coiled and twisted with excitement.

“Ah… hah… Ingo… stream… that okay…?” Emmet was more than ready to just turn the stream off right then and there if the answer was a no. Who cares if he lost subscribers? He needed Ingo, needed him right now, needed those gentle hands on his body, that loving look seizing him up like a snack to devour.

Ingo glanced at the screen, debating.

The chat was already trying to coax him into it, donations coming in rapidly.

“420URD

trufflet

yeaaaaysssasss ingooo cmnon wreck him!”

“25URD

Dearling

Ingo, dear, it’s so good to see you on stream again!! Don’t leave!”

“500URD

H0RNYH3RD13R

There’s our boy! Come on Ingo, you can give us a little show, can’t you?”

In the end Ingo nodded as he turned his head back to the other, “I am fine with it tonight.” Already moving Emmet’s legs up to rest on his shoulders before moving to unzip his own pants. His eyes not leaving Emmet’s as he wiggled out of his pants and boxers, his dick half hard and twitching.

“You look beautiful.” Ingo leaned in to kiss the side of Emmet’s face, his breath dancing around on his face.

Emmet’s response was a whine as he squirmed on the bed, feeling helpless and at Ingo’s mercy with his hands still tied behind him. Ingo’s touch was all it took right now to drive Emmet crazy, already hot and drunk with pleasure just from the idea of getting fucked by his brother like this. To be praised like this. For him to look at him like this.

“Ingoooo,” he whines, squirming under his twin. “Hurrrrry!”

But his twin only moved to his neck to suck on the exposed skin and lick it to occupy his needy brother, his hand moving to his own dick to start pumping it to hardness. “Patience brother, you will get what you want.” 

Emmet was already ready and stretched out for him, there wasn’t any need to prepare the younger for what was to come. The dildo made fine work out of him for Ingo to his relief, it would have been even more taxing to wait any longer than needed.

Once hard enough, he didn’t waste any time to start pushing into the needy hole quivering before him. It was almost like Emmet was swallowing him up whole with how well he was taking him. The insides squeezing and relaxing around him as he continued deeper until he couldn’t any longer. “Ohhhhhh, Emmet~”

“Ingoooooo~” Emmet keened, his head falling back as drool escaped his open mouth. Even though Ingo wasn’t as big or as girthy as the dildo, his cock was Emmet’s favorite thing to be filled up with, warm and alive and twitching and Ingo’s. 

Emmet was already blubbering incoherent moans and praises once Ingo started to move, slow at first, but gradually picking up in speed.

The other put a knee on the bed to get in deeper, his thrusts getting faster and faster. Grunts escaping him as he practically folded Emmet in half in his need to chase his high, eyes never leaving the younger’s scrunched up face. 

The chat was eating it up like a pack of hungry Mightyenas.

“599URD

S3XNSW4NN4

Oooh yes, Ingo dear, you’re doing so great, fucking your brother into the bed like this~ He truly missed you, you know?”

“65URD

sawkasass22

fuuuuck ingo i didnt think u had it in u!!”

“15URD

mAxew

FUCK YEAA destroy eels slutty bussy”

“150URD

GENESECT2

incest. good.”

Between the pings of the donations, the slamming of Ingo’s balls to Emmet’s ass, the creaking of the bed under Ingo’s thrusts, and the moans, mewls and whimpers of both of them, the twins barely even noticed the hesitant knock on the door. It was Elesa’s hesitant voice that finally dragged them out of their shared daze.

“Boys…?” The voice rang through the closed door, shaky and clearly not entirely comfortable with the noises she’d have to witness this close to their door. “Do you have any chicken broth? The box I found was almost empty.”

Emmet’s head was ringing as he was struggling to process the words, trying to think of a response that would send her away so that he could focus all of him on Ingo again. But his head felt fuzzy, his brain cells gone and his voice wasn’t far behind either. In the end all Emmet could let out was a pleading whine to Ingo.

Ingo groans as he slows his pace, not entirely stopping but breaks eye contact to look at the door with narrowed eyes, like he was trying to see past the haze and focus on what was being said. With a grunt, hips still moving slowly he called back. “Pantry. Third shelf to the right. Red box.”

Emmet was whining at the agonizingly slow pace, feeling like it was torturing him, the burning need for Ingo to fuck him being teased ever so slightly, yet never quite satisfied.

A few seconds ticked by until finally Elesa’s voice rang through again. “Got it! Thank you. Continue what you were doing, boys.” And finally, finally the noise of footsteps indicated her departure.

And continue they did, starting with Ingo thrusting into Emmet with new vigor and need that left Emmet to be pressed into the mattress. The bed not having enough time to bounce the younger’s back up by the time Ingo come back down to slam into him. His movements rough and desperate like if he went any slower then maybe he was force to stop.

He got rewarded with Emmet’s screams, tears prodding at the corner of his eyes, not waiting long before rolling down his face.

“Ingo, Ingo, Ingo,” he chanted, his voice hoarse, but needy, like he’d die if he stopped praying for his lover. “Brother, brother, brother, Ingo, oh g-god, haaah-! ”

His choked out scream was silent, eyes wide as Emmet’s back arched and he came, cum staining his stomach and chest.

Ingo was not very far behind, slamming into Emmet a few more times before pressing himself into him. Arms wrapped around the other as he releases his load inside the abused hole. Letting out a long and gravily groan as his body twitch and jerked from his orgasam. “EMMMMMMMMMEET~”

He flopped onto Emmet soon after, his body aching and spent after the whole ordeal.

Emmet’s quiet moans and mewls died down after a few moments of both of them still, close, recovering from their high, the pings of the chat fading into background noise.

Emmet turned his head lazily, just enough to read some of the newer donation messages through his fuzzy vision.

“45URD

WhoreKnee

dayyuuuum boys that was great”

“65URD

truffle

lol what now we just need the girl to come back & fuck them both”

“300URD

S3XNSW4NN4

Amazing, you two, absolutely amazing! Ingo it was so good seeing you again~”

“48URD
FräuleinFrillish

Haha OMG I know these boys, don’t they work at Gear Station?”

Emmet’s eyes widened, sitting up with an abrupt motion that knocked Ingo off of him, his eyes fixated on that last donation.

Ingo yelps as he falls off Emmet and the bed, landing on the floor gracelessly.

“mAxew

omfg really? like for real?”

“FräuleinFrillish

@mAxew theyre pretty recognizable ye”

“sawkasass22

i thought i saw someun lookin like them before”

“H0RNYH3RD13R
Guys, give them some privacy.”

“archieflops

omg their on the Gear Station staff page!!”

Emmet felt sick. He tried to get up, tried to get to the keyboard, but his head felt fuzzy and he collapsed down onto the floor instead.

“Ingo!” He practically screeched. “Stream! Turn it off!”

“Why?” Ingo groans unhelpfully. Only Emmet understands what the question was directed at. Ingo was confused about his reaction, the urgency in his voice but too tired to match his twin’s emotions. 

Emmet’s mouth opened once, twice, trying to form words, but his voice was working against him. And with his hands tied, signing wasn’t an option either.

“ We should- ” He finally managed to croak out. “ We shouldn’t stream anymore. Close the account. Th-They-” They know. They know who they are. They know where they work and, by proxy, know which city they live in.

Oh god, what if their bosses found out? Would they get fired? Did Emmet doom them to lose a job they just finally got?

To Ingo’s credit, even if he wasn’t entirely following and wasn’t sure what vital information he was missing. Moved quickly to do as asked, getting up and going over to the computer only for his eyes to be glued to the chat before he can press the button to end the stream. The cold dread that plagued Emmet now took over Ingo’s body as well, fear creeping up his neck as his mouth went dry.

No.

No No. No. No. NO. NO! 

“dandy_dewott

nooooo dont close the account!! wtf guys why did you bring that UP”

“archieflops

nuuu aww we wont do anything we swear!!”

“sawkasass22

it’ll be a secret! don’t close the account!”

“H0RNYH3RD13R

Close the account. Stay on the downlow for some days if you can. DM me, if you need help.”

“FräuleinFrillish

Awww what!!! I didnt mean to cause that, Im sorry D:”

Ingo didn’t answer, he only pressed the button to end the stream. His heart dropping as the silence continued, his head filled with a growing buzz that was starting to become hard to ignore. It made him dizzy as he leaned against the bedframe, suddenly finding standing to much to do right now. His head pounded as the lights in the room forced him to close his eyes and press his face into the sheets.

When did it become so bright? His head hurt. The feeling of something coiling around his chest making it hard to breath forced him to slide down to the floor.

Why?

Why did they have to notice?

Would everything they worked so hard for be gone in a puff of smoke?

Emmet wasn’t much better off, feeling like he could throw up. Oh, if only that would make things better. If only he could vomit the regret out of his body.

“Ingo…” He eventually croaked out quietly. “Hands… please?”

But Ingo wasn’t hearing him, his breathing too fast and too frantic. He was having a panic attack, Emmet could tell. Emmet was close to one, too. But they couldn’t both be panicking, so Emmet swallowed down the nausea and scooted his way over to Ingo, ignoring the way the carpet scratched under his knees and chin.

Finally next to him, Emmet managed to push his upper body up with much effort, leaning his face close to Ingo’s, but not touching him.

“Like this, Ingo,” he instructed quickly, taking a deep breath in slowly and releasing it in a similar pace. A practice they were both used to, each twin having reminded the other of it numerous times, though Ingo having to instruct Emmet more often than the other way around. Emmet usually preferred it that way.

Breathing does not return to Ingo quickly, his body shivered with the attempts to copy the other’s breathing but failing miserably. A whimper left his mouth as he pressed himself to Emmet in a desperate attempt to hide. It was better than Ingo has expected, the feeling of his twin there with him becoming a quick anchor that Ingo needed, arms wrapping around Emmet to keep him there.

It took Twenty minutes for Ingo to get his bearings straight, for the world to come back to him. The buzz was still there but it helped that Emmet had pulled the blankets off the bed to put over them with his mouth. If Ingo was able to see and was not in the middle of his own problems then he would have found the sight hilarious.

But as life would have it, Ingo was limp in his brother’s space, against his chest. Breathing calmed and body limp. “Sorry…” Ingo muttered, not as low as any other person would consider muttering.

Emmet’s cheek was nestled on the top of Ingo’s head, soft hair tickling his nose. He shook his head gently.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” he responded. If anything Emmet had all the reason to be sorry. This was his fault after all. But he knew right now was not the time to play the blame game. Right now was the time to calm down. To relax. And they’d figure out their next step later.

“Feeling any better…?”

He only got a nod in response. Before he paused… “Why aren’t you hugging me?” There was an undertone of offense hidden under all the tiredness.

“Tied,” Emmet supplied gently, trying to replace a hug by nuzzling his cheek more into Ingo’s hair.

“Ah,” Ingo said, hands shakily making their way to undo the mess that was Emmet’s hands. “Yes, indeed.” There was a silence as Emmet waited for Ingo to manage to free his tied hands, Ingo himself seeming growing more annoyed at the webbing. It broke under Ingo’s continuous tugs and fondling, the older’s arms quickly wrapped around the younger’s the second that Emmet’s hands were free, and Emmet returning the gesture immediately.

Ingo was usually very needy after a meltdown.

Emmet was holding Ingo close now, a hand gently caressing over the other’s back. It worked as much to comfort himself as it was meant to comfort Ingo. Knowing that they were together, always would be, always will be, meant everything was going to be okay. No matter what.

“We should clean up,” he muttered quietly. “Elesa’s waiting. We’ll figure everything out… later. Everything’ll be fine.”

Ingo nodded once more, gripping onto Emmet with more force as he looked a him, both eyes glowing in the dark. “Right.”

By the end of the day, the account was deleted along with all the videos to the dismay of everyone that enjoyed the show until now.

-

In the end, things had turned out better for the twins than they could’ve hoped. Someone, some sick and malicious bastard must’ve told their boss about the now gone Onlyfans eventually, because a few weeks after the deletion, they had been called in to a private chat with their boss.

But what had plagued them with anxiety and dread had turned out to be not a bad conversation at all, albeit a bit awkward.

Their boss had been understanding. She knew they were young adults struggling for money when she had hired them and she knew that what they had been doing had been for money reasons more so than any others.

She - very conveniently - seemed to not know about any of the videos containing the twins together, luckily… That might’ve raised a few more issues than simply a deleted Onlyfans account.

But essentially she simply told them to try and not become public faces in the sex and porn work community while they were working at Gear Station, a compromise they had gladly agreed to. In return she even gave them a raise, trying to help with their struggle for money.

About two months had passed now and things were going well. Money was a bit tighter than before, but nothing they couldn’t deal with, and they had a good amount saved up from their Onlyfans times as well.

By now they had finally stopped thinking about that time, that incident, finally been able to move onto the next chapter of their life. Or at least so they had hoped.

“Oh my gosh, is it really you?”

A young woman had come up to the twins as they were directing passengers along the train station. She looked to be a young adult, around the twin’s own age, and was looking up at them with sparkling eyes.

“Hello miss, I am Depot Agent Ingo, this here is Depot Agent Emmet. How may we be of service?” He didn’t recognize this person, nor did he feel any sort of familiarity. Maybe they had been classmates at some point?

“Oh my god it really is you then! Eelektrikal from… you know, ” she leaned a little closer, whispering the rest to the twins. “ From Onlyfans? ”

Emmet felt his gut drop.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ingo lied before Emmet could, the other not allowed to lie for the rest of his life. “We are just Depot Agent. If you are in need of any help we would be happy to lend a helping hand.” Please take the bait, please just drop it. They don’t want to hear it. Don’t want to think about that moment in their lives.

“Noo, come on! You can’t hide it, there’s not exactly an abundance of young twins with gray hair and these .” She finished that last part of the sentence by gently tugging at locks on the side of Ingo’s face. Something she only managed to for a split second, before her hands were slapped away by Emmet, the younger twin now grabbing one of her wrists firmly.

“Touch him again. And I will . End you.”

Ingo’s hand went up to hold his locks to his cheek, taking a step back to be out of the girl’s reach. To his embarrassment, he had flinched the second she had touched him. His comments of personal space dying in his throat before they can truly form thanks to his brother’s quick response. “Ah… yes. Please stand behind the yellow line.”

The girl seemed startled, clearly not having expected such a response. She pulled her wrist back to her chest the second Emmet released it, taking a step back.

“S-Sorry… I was just… I just wanted to ask if you could open your account again… I really liked your content.”

“Never.” Emmet’s response was quick. He didn’t care for their lie anymore. He was seriously pissed off. “Leave us alone and never talk to us again.”

“Emmet, be nice.” Ingo lightly scolded. Before stepping in front of his brother to bow to the girl. “Please excuse my brother, he is very protective. But his words hold truth, we wish to leave all of that behind and forgotten, please understand.”

Emmet almost thought that Ingo had convinced her, the girl now looking sort of disappointed, but resigned.

Alas it wasn’t meant to be, as apparently she wasn’t allowed, and another joined her quickly, having overheard the conversation. It was a young man, taller than the twins, much taller than the girl.

“No need to be so harsh. C’mon what happened to you two? You were so cute and hot in the videos!”

The words made Emmet feel sick. He hadn’t minded the comments back on Onlyfans, liked them even, sometimes. But now? Here? In public? When they had clearly shown their discomfort with it? It simply felt wrong, violating. Disrespectful.

Emmet’s smile was still prominent, but he was gritting his teeth underneath, biting back remarks Emmet knew Ingo would reprimand him for.

Ingo’s frown deepens as a hand goes in front of Emmet to keep him behind the older twin. “I’m sorry to have caused any grief but we have mande our decision known and I will kindly ask you to refrain from addressing us in such a way.” The situation was getting out of control and if they got any louder then maybe all of Gear Station will know about their little internet adventures.

“Address you in what way?” The man questioned, and Emmet could hear from his voice that the question wasn’t meant to be a genuine one. “As hot? It’s true! What, you saying I can’t say the truth?”

“Kevin…” The girl tried, but the guy simply went on.

“Come on, we all know what whores you are behind closed doors! If you wanted it to be secret maybe you shouldn’t have-”

He didn’t get to finish that sentence, Emmet’s fist already lunging past Ingo and into the man’s gut.

That got the other attention of the other Depot Agent, to senior staff members quickly coming towards them.

“What’s going on here? Is there an issue?”

Ingo instantly is pulling Emmet away and into his arms, stepping away from the pair. “We… they…-”

“They’re sexually harrassing us,” Emmet responded before Ingo could deny anything.

The girl and the guy seemed to sputter at that, the girl looking worried, while the guy looked pissed.

“What the fuck did you just say? What, is calling you hot harassment now, you fucking whore!?”

“Yes, sir, it is if they have explicitly expressed their discomfort with it,” one of the Depot Agents responded.

“We have.” Ingo almost shouted to his senior. Hope forming in his eyes with the chance that their fellow Depot Agents understanding the situation and possibly help them. “We asked them to stop!”

The Depot Agents looked at Emmet for confirmation, then back to the man and woman once Emmet gave them his nod.

“We have to ask you to leave,” one of the senior Deport Agent said.

“That’s okay… I was going to anyway,” the girl muttered, clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation now. “Come on Kevin, let’s-”

“You’re kicking me out? Instead of the freak that assaulted me!? ” The man screamed back, but there wasn’t exactly much he could do anymore, as the bigger one of the two Depot Agents already grabbed him firmly, escorting the now kicking and screaming man outside.

The other senior Depot Agent stayed behind, waiting for them to be gone, before turning to the twins.

“Are you two alright?” Their voice was soft. “Sorry you had to witness this. Awful people come here, too, sadly. You can always call us if anyone bothers you again, that’s what we’ve got the walkie-talkies for.”

Ingo nods at them dumbly, his arms still holding Emmet close as he starts to understand words again. “Yes, yes. Thank you so much for your assistance. Thank you.” His grip on Emmet became tighter, his twin’s closeness making the world feel a little more safe.

-

Much happens within the span of five years. Emmet and Ingo had climbed up the corporate latter rather quickly, their potential in their field quite prominent and had soon become known as the faces of Gear Station - the Subway Bosses. With their newfound influence they had also changed the subway to a battling attraction alongside the regular means of transportation.

And where Emmet and Ingo were the faces of Gear Station, Elesa was the face of Nimbasa, not only having taken over the local Gym, but also having made it as big as a model as she had always dreamt of.

Together the trio was quite the popular sight, enough that going out in public usually required special privacy conditions and occasionally a set of bodyguards on their way there, although usually Emmet and Ingo personally took up the role of Elesa’s bodyguards.

Everything was settling into place like puzzle pieces around them, everything was running smoothly and all three of them were happy to see all their hard work and years of effort finally blossom into something beautiful. 

It was Elesa’s idea to entertain the idea of an interview, saying that they can talk about the battle subway and how it works. Entice trainers to come from everywhere to fight the famous subway bosses. Not much was known about them and what was known was advertised and talked about like crazy to the point that it was mundane. Any piece of info was turned over and digested like the world was starving hungry Sharpedo. 

Unova was very excited once everyone caught wind that the subway brothers were going to appear on a talk show one night, an interview. They haven’t done one of those in ages! Not since they had first become the battle facility bosses of Unova.

It had started off pretty tame, questions geared towards Gear Station and how the subway works. The history behind it and how it grew to what it was now. Any personal questions were answered vaguely or given very little to work with. Brushed off and barely glanced at by said brothers. That was until one question finally rose and demanded more careful thought unless they want a big scandal in their hands.

“Now, this question may not be for general audiences, so if you’ve got children watching, maybe now’s the best time for bed time,” the show host said to the camera rather than the twins, but Emmet could already feel a hint of dread in his gut. Oh boy, this couldn’t promise anything good.

The smile on the host’s face was almost mischievous as she finally addressed the twins again, legs crossed. “I’m sure the two of you have heard of the recent rumors, haven’t you?”

Emmet and Ingo blinked, the latter tilting his head to the side. They had, in fact, not. “Pardon?” They said in union.

“Well, rumors say that a certain anonymous online individual going by the handle ‘GeniusGenesect’ has leaked old videos of the two of you in… rather inappropriate settings.”

Emmet’s eyes widened. He knew what once was on the internet shall never truly be gone, but… he hasn’t thought about those videos in a verrrry long time…

“How rude and inconsiderate of them.” Ingo hummed, his eyes staring down at the show host. “If there is a question, I’m afraid I dont hear it, ma’am.”

“Well, well, it does seem to strike some recognition in you two, though, does it?” The host continued, rather than to give Ingo an actual question. “Does that mean the rumors are true and there are really videos like that out there? That seems quite inappropriate for the subway bosses of Nimbasa, doesn’t it?”

“They’re from a long time ago,” Emmet told her, easily. He had long stopped being ashamed of this part of his part, having found his peace with it. “We had a life before we became subway bosses, too.”

“Yes, very long ago. A time of our lives we don’t visit any longer. But please do not mistake that we are not able to do our duties as subway bosses due to our past, we take our jobs seriously and any past actions before taking the position does not tarnish our loyalty to Gear Station or the experience of our passengers.”  Ingo nods once, twice as he answers with little hesitation. 

“Is that so?” The host hummed, clearly unconvinced. Clearly not done with the topic yet. “Does that include the… more incestuos part of your relationship?”

Ah, there it was. The one part of their past Emmet had truly hoped would have been erased.

Not that it doesn’t ring true anymore, not by any means. He loved Ingo as much as he had all those years ago, if not more, and they definitely still were romantic with each other. It simply wasn’t something the rest of the world needed to know.

“This seems like the kind of personal information you aren’t quite entitled to,” came Emmet’s curt response. 

Ingo nods, “I was informed we were to stick to Gear Station and current events. I fail to see how this leads to either of those tracks.”

“Yup! It seems verrrry off topic,” Emmet added, his smile growing a bit as an idea grew in his head. “Perhaps they are into this? Incest. Wouldn’t you know, Ingo? You collect those little adult comics, after all. What did you call them? Hen… Han… Hantai?”

The host gasped at that, an excited smile forming on her lips at the new information.

Ingo looked at him aghast, a hand to his chest in offense as he moved away from his brother to stare at him. “ Brother , do not feign ignorance! You were the one that liked to buy them and then have the audacity to leave them around the house like a heathen for me to clean up!” 

Ingo can not believe his brother is throwing him under the bus like this. Heh, two can play that game. Even if it was to redirect the topic to something else the show host and audience alike would latch onto. It was a trick they had learned from Elesa, if they didn’t want a certain drama to garner attention, try to bring new drama into the light, one you were more comfortable with.

“Perhaps I should start listing all your belongings you leave half hasardly around the house, maybe then you will have the decency to put them away where guest wouldn’t stumble upon your limited edition Thomas the Steam Engine pan-”

Emmet hastily covered Ingo’s far too loud mouth. “Nope! We shouldn’t!” He said through grit teeth. Not that he was genuinely upset, but it was part of the act.

And as intended, the show host seemed quite intrigued, hearing about the twins personal lives - parts of their lives that didn’t include incest.

“Oh no please,” she encouraged, her smile almost wider than Emmet’s. “ Do share it with us.”