I spent a comfortable 45 minutes resting on Mikael's lap as he pressed at the knots in my back. I was lucky I was still mostly conscious after some time had past, because It was likely that any more of his magical hand work, and I would be drooling as well as knocked out. I drowsily glanced at my watch and frowned.
It was time to go. I didn't wanna talk about therapy shit but I could get used to having someone do this for me. I lifted myself up and yawned. Y'know the dizzy and tired feeling, as if you could pass out any second? That was me right now. I haven't been this relaxed in...years.
"Do you do these free massages for everyone?" I raise my eyebrows.
"heavens no. Do you understand how many people would be given the opportunity to sue for assault if I did that? I would likely win the case, but I wouldn't want attention drawn to myself Ezra." He seemed appalled by my question.
His face resembled a stripper who was told she wasn't good enough at her lap dance and then wasn't paid for her poor services. Which translates to, he looked downright offending as if I had wronged him in some way.
"guess I'm just...special?" I shrugged.
"Yes, very special ezra." He smiled and opened the door for me. My mom stood up as she saw me.
"how did it go baby?" she kissed my cheek
"it went fine. Felt like everything I imagined. I guess." I desperately wanted to change the subject, and I felt kinda bad at my mom's crestfallen face. I hadn't meant to hurt her feelings, but I didn't wanna talk about mine.
"O-okay. That's good. I hope. If you'd like to talk to me you can, y'know. Let me go pay the receptionist, you can head to the car." She told me. A hand tapped my shoulder and I swiftly turned around.
"Ezra, my number. Put it in your phone. I wish for you to contact me." He wanted me to contact him. Was that...normal for therapists to ask that?
I took the number. I didn't feel like stressing myself out over it m, especially since I was having to go over to Caius's house later tonight.
As I sat in the car my mom walked out. I waved at her.
"Would you like to stop for some ice cream?" she asked.
I almost felt as if she were buttering me up in hopes of hearing what I talked about with the therapist.
"Sure, why not."
"from where?" I didn't know. I liked Wendy's ice cream, and I liked dairy queens ice cream. I ended up deciding on Wendy's.
"a friend will be picking me up, by the way, I have a school project to work on with him. We did it at our house last time, so I'm going over to his place this time."
"oh? That sounds good. Be home before 11? I'm free tomorrow, so we can hang out then." She pulled into our driveway.
I sat for a minute. Savoring my vanilla ice cream. Was I basic in my tastes? Yes. Was I wrong? No. is chocolate ice cream an abomination of chemicals that tastes nothing like chocolate? Yes again.
I saw Caius's expensive black car pull up by my sidewalk. That was not the car he came in last time. He ushered for me to hop in so I did, I got into the passenger side and buckled my seatbelt.
"ice cream?" he asked.
"nah. It's obviously a four course meal served with expensive wine. I'd have hoped you were not blind. But maybe I was wrong." I smirked at my comment. I was funny. Y'know what wasn't funny?
When Caius snatched up my ice cream and took a big ass bite out of it.
"what the hell? First off, no one takes my ice cream from me, second, who bites ice cream?"
"I'd like to point out that I did just take your ice cream, and I do bite out of it. You got a problem?" he had driven onto the highway.
"where exactly is your house, Caius?" I asked after taking my ice cream back.
I didn't really want it now that he had eaten off of it, but I didn't want him to have it either.
"just...out there. Y'know? I live in a pretty big house." I scoffed. I didn't quite like the atmosphere, but it was enough that I could laugh, which meant it was fine.
"your parents rich or something? Or did you get yourself a sugar mommy." What a weird prick .I be that was how he got his car.
"No, no sugar mommy. I live with my brother. However, I could be your sugar daddy, if you wanted. I've said it before, that ass is fine." Okay. Mood ruined.
"You're not getting my ass you creepy fu-" I caught myself and grumbled. I noticed a bird outside the window on a passing post. She was pretty. I yelped when a punishing grip held my wrist.
"While I appreciate your effort to....watch your language, you need to not have to correct yourself mid sentence. You'll hold my hand the rest of the way back." I pulled away.
He just held onto my tighter after catching me again.
"Hey! Let go of me!" I was close to spilling my ice cream and it had me panicking.
"If you spill in my car, there will be more punishments. Also, baby boy? Have you forgotten that I have eyes on mommy? Go ahead, keep fighting. See what happens to your poor poor mother." I shivered.
I wanted to study! I mean- not really actually but I would rather do that then...whatever this is! I ended up letting him hold my hand.
A wave of awe came over me at the sight of his house.
It was grand.
Like...rich people on movies grand.
I almost couldn't believe it. Another crazy the one he had come to my house in last time, was in the driveway. He came to my side and pulled me out of my daze.
"When you said your house was big, I did not expect this. This isn't just...big....damnnnn." I whispered.
"I'll let that curse go, because I know you're surprised, but I'd appreciate it you followed me inside." I nodded as he pulled me by the hand up the steps into the mansion. Wow.
"So, how's your first impression of the Anderson mansion been so far, baby?" I could practically feel the waves of smugness wafting off of him. If he thought I was going to stroke his ego more, then he was wrong.
"It's average." I walked ahead of him.
"oh? Is average enough for you?" he called out from behind.
"I suppose? What...are you talking about...exactly?"
"well, if my average house matched my average dick, then I'd say you're in for a ride." He wrapped his hands around my waist after catching up to me.
"lets study in the kitchen. Then you can spend the night in my room! Just like I did with you." No way. I was not doing that.
"absolutely not. I won't." I huffed out, who did he think he was?
Oh, right. Caius Anderson. Of course the amazing, esteemed prince. It would be rude of me to deny royalty, but it's no surprise that I would considering I have always had issues with people in power.
"If your mom agrees, then you will. I don't wanna upset mommy, but I also don't expect you to go running off. And no telling her about me! I will show you how fast I can get her gone if you do. Or will I?
I could also take one of your friends and take care of them! I could slice em, dice em,.the possibilities are endless y'know." I cringed.
What was wrong with him? What could have happened that fucked him up this bad? Good god.
I paused when a suspicious sound came from the door to my right.
"What's that lead to?" I asked.
"The basement. It's not important. And by the way, you're not to go down there. If you think you've seen me mad baby boy, then what you would experience if you went down there wouldn't even be comparable." Ooookay. That's not weird. At all.
"This, is the kitchen!" I turned my head from the suspicious door to the kitchen and almost choked. What the hell was Mikael doing here?
"mikael?!"
"ezra...? Why exactly are you here?" he asked me.
"Don't answer him yet baby boy. How do you know him." Caius glared at me. I took a deep breath and paused.
"caius, your brother is my psychologist, I hadn't expected you two to be...brothers. Mikael, I am here as your brothers partner on a school project. Your very clingy, obsessive, and rather rude brother, who I definitely said to much about in therapy." I had shit talked his brother to his face. Oops.
"you talked about me? Oh darling? You are just precious!" Caius jumped on me and hugged me. I anxiously hit his back. I couldn't breathe.
"Ca-....Caius..." I breathed out.
"Sorry baby, but it makes me so happy to hear you're talking about me."
"I apologize for my brother's behavior, Ezra. He has always been impulsive." Mikael walked towards me and unease rippled through my body.
"I however, take a much more....proactive approach with the things I'm interested in." his hand cupped my cheek and stroked my face. This actually felt kind of good, but that might just be because I felt safer around Mikael.
"Hey! You don't get to touch him without me!" Mikael laughed as I visibly cringed at what Caius had said.
"I'd wager that your little toy, Caius, is much more comfortable with me. His therapist. Who, by the way, got to spend half the session with our pretty little Ezra sleeping on my lap." My face stung with embarrassment and warmth greeted me.
"It was not at all like that. You just....coaxed me into it. That's all." Mikael's hands stroked my back.
"I coaxed you like this? You seem to like physical touch Ezra. It's adorable. You practically melt into me whenever I hold you."
"Caius, let's go do our project. In your room." I felt arms wrap themselves around my torso.
"So my big brother gets to hold you and I don't? You fight me when I try to do that...!" he whined.
"You were so mean in the car? Why do you act like this around your brother?"
"he's the responsible one, and when we're together, I get to be my wonderful, happy, self! No adult work. It's great isn't it! Now why does Mel get to hold you and I don't?" this was going to be a headache.
"he wasn't the one that asked me about my kinks, brought me to my bed and cuddled me while I was unconscious, and he also isn't the one making uncalled for jokes and sexual innuendos about my ass." Mikael came up in front of me to hold my front.
I now was sandwiched between the two men
and was stuck burying my face in Mikael's shoulder.
"you seem to be moving much too fast little brother, I've told you to learn patience. Take your time with your toys. It seems you've made him uncomfortable with your jokes. I was pulled further into Mikael and I sighed.
I might as well succumb to my fate. At least Mikael was pretty. I would die in the arms of a beautiful madman.
What a way to go out. I was surprised to be turned around and sat at the dark oak table.
"mikael?" I asked.
"Sit. I will make a quick snack, you two work on your project." I nodded. I was glad to begin working on it, it took my mind off of the rather tense situation earlier.
When the snack was served, I tried a bite. He had made little whipped desert treats.
Strawberries filled with cream cheese, Graham crackers on top, with chocolate drizzle.
A groan of pleasure left my mouth at the taste. This was what heaven tasted like. Maybe I should become Christian.
"It's that good?" Mikael seemed surprised.
"you've never had my mom's cooking. This? This is a fucking masterpiece in comparison. I don't understand how I'm not overweight from how many times she switched salt with sugar, and sugar with salt.
Not to mention the way she portions out the ingredients. I could see myself actually looking forward to therapy if this is what I was in for each time." I leaned my head down on the table. My sweet peace was interrupted by a slap on my knuckles.
"Ow! Caius! How dare you interrupt my state of euphoria!" I huffed and turned away.
"You always seem to pull me away from my pleasures. At least your brother knows how to get me to like him. Good food and affection. You just tell me how good my ass looks." Another slap.
"now that was just petty." I rubbed my sore hand.
"you poor thing. Caius doesn't tend to like others cursing around him, you see. I apologize." We had finished another good portion of our research luckily and I stretched, decided to call it quits for tonight.
"you can earn my forgiveness with one of those god sent massages of yours." A laugh echoed through the kitchen.
"I'm that good, huh? Let us move to the living room couch and I will grant such a wish." I followed half mindedly. I was distracted by the basement door once more.
"mikael? What's in the basement?" I hoped he would have a better answer than Caius.
"don't let yourself be concerned by that angel. That's our...fun area. That's all. You are not allowed down there, you understand?" I nodded.
I was a fool to hope for a better answer.
I was pulled down in Mikael's lap to lay across him as his fingers worked into my back.
"ah....mph..." I muffled my voice with my shirt.
"don' t hide your pretty voice angel."
"am I just going to be left out on this?" I heard Caius say distantly.
"As long as you don't disturb him, I'm not arguing. You're welcome to come and play." It was as if Caius needed Mikael's permission.
A hierarchy of sorts. Interesting. Another pair of hands worked my lower back and I felt myself tense. A tingly sensation ran down my back as the lower hands pressed against a sensitive nerve.
"oh...damn...that was good...." A hand swatted me. I turned way quickly.
I had been startled out of my daze, and was no longer on Mikael's lap. I had pulled myself away. What was I doing? When had I gotten so comfortable that I'd let them massage me? Mikael was one thing, but Caius? He's treated me horribly! He didn't deserve to be near me!
"I'm calling my mother. I should...go home." I nervously played with my fingers.
"Ezra? Don't be like that. I apologize for Caius, he is used to immediately reacting to things like cursing. Please, stay."
Mikael's pleading almost got me back in his lap, but I persevered. This wasn't normal. Caius, was a sick psycho, who probably kicked babies for fun, and Mikael....well...nothing seemed wrong with Mikael.
But he didn't stop his brother from being a creep...which by itself seemed to be a red flag.
"I just wanna go home. Please." My face twisted into a frown, and I knew Mikael didn't like that.
I flinched as Caius rose his voice at me.
"you can't just leave! I told you! If you try, then Mommy's going to meet Jesus early? Didn't I? Or even better! I could take out your friends, pin the kills on you, and kidnap you here to spend the rest of your life with me as my little pet! You don't get a choice, Ezra. You're mine." My hands were shaking and I yelled to him.
"you really want me to...want to be around you? Then don't do stuff like this! Threatening me, hurting me, it just makes me hate you! Take me home!" I cried out. The air felt thick and it was hard to breathe.
"Caius, enough. We'll talk when I get home. I'm taking Ezra back to his place." Mikael spoke up, I felt relief well up inside my chest, but why didn't Mikael do this earlier?
"He's mine! You don't decide what I do with my stuff!"
"No, Caius, I don't, I do however decide what we do with our stuff. As we agreed." I rushed through the kitchen.
Once again, I paused at the basement door. Fear struck through me as a scream echoed through under the door.
What....was that? Now I was even more reassured that I shouldn't be here. I needed to get out.
"angel? It's time to leave. Don't stand around by the basement. You'll get yourself in trouble." Mikael grabbed me and rushed out the door.
He seemed to have even more of a rush in his movement then before. Was it because of Caius?
"thank you." I whispered as he pulled me into the back car.
"don't worry about it angel. You did deserve the punishment, don't get me wrong, but I personally would have saved it for a more....personal time. I, unlike my brother, tend to keep the play to the bedroom. He does what he likes where he sees fit, and for that I apologize."
"I'm fine. I just wanna go home." My voice was hoarse.
"okay angel. Okay." A hand rested on my thigh and I leaned back against the seat. My hand found its way on top of my thigh, along with Mikael's hand. Our fingers wrapped together.
"Ezra, while I wouldn't say I agree with my brothers actions, I do believe that I am not much different. It would do you well to listen, and take heed in what I say.
I won't threaten you like Caius did, I will take action how I see fit without warning. You haven't seen that side of me, since you seem to have been relatively good with me. It makes me wonder what caius has done besides threatening you, to get you to dislike him so much." Mikael was right, even if his...confession put me on edge.
Mikael wasn't right in the head either. He literally confessed to watching his parents die, and just standing by.
But for some reason....he felt safer than Caius.
"could we...talk about this later, Mikael? Maybe during our next session?" I nervously played with his hand. My thumb ran up and down the side of his pointer finger.
"sure angel. We can. There are other things I'd like to discuss with you as well. Pertaining to me, and my brother. Things that need to be discussed for your safety. For now, have a good night."
We had arrived at my house, and Mikael's words rung in my head. What was so dangerous that he had to bring my safety into the situation?
I mean, maybe Caius he seemed to be a threat since the day I met him, but what other then that, could put me in danger?
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AU!!!
Me personally, Mikael? I'm just a lil bit into guys like him. Walking red flags, that are just green enough to not seem like an issue, almost like a Christmas tree.
Green all over, with some certain, small, almost harmless bright red ornaments hanging on them. Totally healthy. I promise.
I'm not joking tho. Mikael's my favorite, don't get tme wrong, Caius has a special place in my heart too, but mikael. Mikael. He is my precious, slightly unstable, wonderful baby boy. Who I would die for.
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