PIVOTAL MOMENT IN ARMY OF TWO LORE:
pg 1 - My mother had found a man, though it was hard to believe I was the one to bare the burden of new people in my space. Technically the whole house wasn't mine but it was close enough to bother me. The man and my mother though annoying stayed away enough but, of course it's only luck he'd bring a kid with him. My new step brother apparently, though I'd refuse to call him that, was the real nuisance. He moved across from my room, quietly slinking in with his bags. That was the only really good thing about him, he could keep his mouth shut and that was enough to not bash his brains in. Well, it has been enough. I had been staying up, playing video games half hunched too close to the TV that illuminated my pitch black room. I heard a small noise outside my headphones, turning my head to the clock. I saw the bright red numbers flash '2:00', two am? That wasn't too bad. I pulled off my headphones and set them to the side, instead deciding to turn my focus to the small hamster cage on the table next to the TV. Multiple small hamster bodies could be seen faintly in the fluorescent light my tv provided and so could their water bottle. That had been the noise, the water bottle was slightly tipped to the side and almost empty. Poor little guys, just a couple of thirsty idiots. I picked myself up, stretching my long legs out slightly before unscrewing the water bottle and heading out my door. I walked halfway to the stairs when a small tussling noise caught my attention, I glanced over at the door that mirrored mine and noticed the light coming from beneath the door. I wasn't going to lie, I wanted to know what was going on in that room. Enough to make my hamsters wait a couple extra minutes for their water, curiosity killed the cat and that freak had been basically locked away talking quietly in that room since he moved in. I tiptoed towards the door, the only good part about my body was being light on my feet though that only helped in this kinda circumstances. I reached for the door handle and lightly turned it and slid the door open a crack, only enough to peek in. My eyes took a second to adjust to the yellow light from the room, squinting but when the blurriness faded it didn't help my confusion. I'd never looked in his room before, never really cared too so only now was I able to notice a black bordered body length mirror that stood neatly adjacent to the wall. There standing horizontally from the reflection with his back turned to the door was him, Hermit. The name stuck to my tongue like some sort of poison, he was wearing what seemed to be a set of ladies undergarments. They weren't really anything fancy, some shit you'd see pacing through Walmart but the price didn't make it any less weird. He was wearing socks too, those kind that go all the way up your thighs that girls in fucking anime porn wear. Though only his back was visible, from the mirrors reflection I could see his hands rested underneath the empty breast cups inserted into the bra. He adjusted them, as if there was anything to adjust before slipping his hand down to slightly lift the underwear. When his fingers let go of the fabric it snapped back with a small sound, a sound that almost made Nikita jump. I decided it was enough, I don't know what the fuck I just saw but that was the end of the show. I silently closed the door and rushed down the stairs with the water bottle, turning on the tap to fill the small bottle I began thinking. What the fuck was that, what the actual fuck? He didn't know his new brother was a faggot or whatever he was. Wearing chick's underwear in the house like some sort of creep, it pissed off Nikita more than it should. I could barely ignore the way the thought made his stomach tighten, I couldn't think about that tonight. The water bottle overfilled slightly and ran cool water over my hand, I stopped the tap and let out a breath. Fuck this shit, I screwed on the water bottle cap and walked back up the stairs, making extra sure not to even glance at his fucking door as I quickly shut mine behind me. "The trouble I go through for you guys." He mumbled at the small animals, reattaching the water bottle quickly and throwing himself on the bed. "Fuck." I mumbled. pg 2 - The next day had hit me like a ton of bricks, not a huge surprise but I had more weighing on my mind. What I'd seen still awkwardly swam through my thoughts, it was the not knowing. The not understanding that got under my skin, and I'd find out if it was the last thing I did. I pushed myself out of bed, still practically wearing the clothes I'd gone out in the other day. Pajamas were annoying and useless, it was easier to get up and do what needed to be done. If I smelled bad or something, that was other people's problem. Making my way down the stairs I heard the light sound of people, chit chatting and such. My mother and Hermit’s father were standing near the fridge, seemingly ready to go to work. "Morning honey, oh I wish you'd gotten up early we're just about to leave." I looked at her, nodding slightly and she went back to her conversation. Sitting at the table already was Hermit, slumped over and wearing a grey hoodie that didn't suit him. I sat across from him, looking him up and down as best I could. If he noticed he didn't return my eye contact. My mom said her final goodbyes as they both headed out the door. It clicked behind them with a lock, leaving the house silent and the two of them alone. I kept my eyes on him, before leaning against my arm slightly. "I saw you." I stated blankly, Hermit’s eyes drifted slightly up to look at me. Heavy brown girly eyelashes didn't help him look intimidating. "Saw me what freak." He mumbled. The words didn't phase me, whatever scary act he tried to put on was pathetic at best and annoying at worst. "In your room, wearing chick stuff." I could almost hear his throat tighten up, his posture stiffened and he looked at me. "I don't know what you're talking about." His voice shook slightly, I stood up from my seat leaning my tall body across the table close enough to reach out and grab the other boys hoodie shoulder. "What the fuck!" He yelped, squirming slightly as it pulled away. Revealing a white lace bra strap. "I'm right, you're still wearing it even now." Hermit pulled himself away from my grip, readjusting his hoodie with an angry red blush on his face. "Stay the fuck away from me Nikita." He spit, rushing quickly away and back up the stairs. It was easy to hear the door slam as the house went silent again. He was such a fucking pussy, couldn't even admit it. At the very least I'd figured out he owned more than one pair, well in bras at least. That would make subtle manipulation easier, he had about six hours to figure it out. Time had passed, I was never good at keeping up with it but I was probably standing there for longer than I should have. I let myself think, standing at the table looking at where Hermit had been seated. I came up with a plan, not my best but I hadn't had to think about this kind of thing that much. I gave it time, doing stuff and avoiding Hermit completely until an hour or two had passed, he refused to say anything to me but that didn't bother me. He had walked downstairs and sat down on the couch to watch tv, making it easy to slip back up the stairs. His door once again left closed, no lock which was a saving grace. I slinked my way inside quietly, now was the good part. Taking some time to go through drawers, under the t-shirts I found them. An extra three pairs of women's underwear neatly folded and hidden, I reached in and pulled them out. The texture was soft, forgein to me and looking at them made my whole body feel off again. I pulled them out of the small fold they'd been made into and set them out onto the floor along with the matching bras. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and stepped away, taking a good couple of pictures that made sure to get Hermit’s room in them. The next part was just waiting, pushing the objects to the side and sitting himself down on Hermit’s bed. It took a while, maybe longer than he expected until Hermit could be heard coming back up the stairs. When he pushed open the doors and his eyes met mine he always jumped out of his skin. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are yo-" He cut himself off, eyes drifting down to the garments on the floor. "Why are these out." He made a move to grab them but I lightly placed my foot in-between him and the objects. "I wanna know what's going on." "Why should I fucking tell you anything?" Hermit stayed close to his clothes and Nikita's foot. "Cause I have evidence." I pulled out my phone, waving it gently side to side with the pictures on it. "Even if you show them, they won't believe shit." I shrugged. "Maybe, but they'll probably check your room right? If they found them they definitely wouldn't let you keep them." Hermit cringed. "By the way you're still wearing them out, I think that would be shitty for you, so." I slipped the phone back into my pocket. "You tell me what's going on and this stays a secret." Hermit glared at him, stepping back slightly. "I'm a girl. It's that simple, are we done?" I frowned. "You're not a fucking girl, it's pretty obvious." Hermit cringed slightly, but he didn't say anything. Silence filled the room and I rolled my eyes. "You're a girl, that's bullshit but fine. I'll take it." Hermit didn't say anything. "So that's why you're posing in your mirror, rubbing your nonexistent boobs. You wanna be a girl." Hermit huffed at him. "I told you what you wanna know, can I have it back now." Nikita hummed, pushing the undergarments forward for Hermit to grab except a pair of white underpants, I grabbed and held in my hand. Hermit pushed the other pairs into.. their. Drawer. "Come on, give me them." They grunted, I shook my head. "No I'm keeping these, even if you wore them they feel nice and I can use them to get off." Hermit frowned, stepping closer. "Dude, please those are really nice. I don't want you to keep them." I didn't waiver, keeping them tightly in my hand. Hermit looked at me and then the underpants, clenching their fist. "If you give them back I'll help you out, okay?" I furrowed my brows. "What's that supposed to mean?" I mumbled. Hermit quickly dropped to their knees in front of me. "I mean, I can help instead of you using those." I think that was the first thing that caught me off guard because my whole body tensed up. I didn't say anything, just looking down into their eyes as they sat silently in front of me. This was so fucked, it's so fucked. "I- maybe." I mumbled, still slightly hazed from the whole situation. Hermit took this as the go ahead and got to work unbuckling my khaki pants, it made my stomach hurt. God fuck what the fuck, I wasn't some perverted brother loving faggot like them. I didn't move to stop them as they got down to my boxers, an awkward bulge pulling at the blue colored fabric. Hermit looked it over, like it was a confusing problem. "Did you do this as some sort of kink? Cause you're hard." My hand clinched the sheet and before thinking my other reached out to grab their hair in my hand. "Don't ever fucking.." I was holding their hair up, pulling their face up to look at me. Cheeks flushed, eyes all wide and scared, I could feel my boxers tighten more as I quickly let go of them and pulled my hand back. "Just. Make it quick." My voice going to a mumble, they didn't mention how I'd gotten harder as they began palming roughly at my boxers. It felt different then when I did it, the sensation may have been a placebo or something but it just felt heightened as the breath caught in my chest. Hermit must have jerked off a lot of people, or at least had a good teacher because of the way their hand moved up and down and pressed all the spots. Even outside his boxers he felt like he was about to finish, I hunched my posture and let myself buck lightly against their hand. "Fuck, stop stop." I mumbled, reaching down and grabbing their hand. Hermit looked up at me, still flushed with maybe even a slight sweat forming. "What?" They mumbled. I took a second to catch my breath. "I wanna, cum on your chest." Hermit scrunched up their nose. "That's disgusting." I glared at them. "You wanna be a fucking girl, let me cum on your tits like a girl then." Hermit bit down on their lip slightly before pulling that ugly grey hoodie off. A lacy white frilled bra covered their top, slightly more fitted to their chest and I'd never say this out of being fucked up but it kinda looked nice. I pulled my cock out of my boxers, still hard and an annoyed pink color now that I'd almost finished and had to stop. I'd done this a million times but I felt nervous as hell, leaning closer to the edge of the bed as Hermit scooted closer to me. I spit on my hand, reaching down and wasting no time to stroke himself quickly and hard. Bucking against his enclosed fist, I let out small groans but it wasn't easy to think about this all at once. "Fuck, fuck. You're such a faggot." It slipped out, I guess it's what I was just thinking but honestly it didn't matter. Quickly cum against Hermit’s flat chest felt way better than any kind of cloth or shit, when I opened my eyes and looked down at him though I felt just fucking weird. No I guess I don't really care, I mean we aren't related it just felt strange. Hermit stood up, not saying anything as they made their way to a box of tissues to wipe up. I sat their for a second, awkwardly flushed and out of breath. I shoved myself back into my boxers and pulled my pants back up, not saying anything either as I made my way out of the room and closed the door. When I walked into my room, I could barely even look at my hamsters; it just felt like everything was out of balance. I pulled my pants and boxers off, tossing them to the side and grabbing a different pair to pull on. I don't know what I felt, strange maybe but overall just spaced out to the world. pg 3 - Why were they so calm? My face felt stressed from the amount of confused frowning I was doing. Not that anyone questioned it, I sat alone on the couch with the tv blasting a show I couldn't give a shit about. My focus was solely on the conversation I could barely hear happening behind me, I turned my body to watch as Hermit and their dad talked about whatever. Hermit stood awkwardly, sweatpants loose on their skinny hips barely visible past the huge hoodie hiding their figure. Probably to hide the fake tits in there, I didn't want to care. I wanted to pretend I'd had the most fucked up dream and add a couple douces of bleach to my cereal and go brain dead to forget, but I was horrible at letting things go. I was horrible at not remembering, especially this. We'd had sex, well, as close to sex as we've probably either had. They were my step-brother, my fucked up 'not a man's sibling who's fake boobs I'd came on'. It sounded like the back story of some weird serial killer. I didn't understand how they were so calm, they were always awkward but fuck id imagine they'd hide in shame for at least a day. Hermit's eyes darted sideways to make eye contact with Nikita, frowning at him. Their dad went in for a hug which Hermit shook off, their dad just giving them an awkward pat on the back instead before walking off. Hermit pulled his eyes away and started quickly walking off, Nikita glanced around before crawling off the couch and pacing after them. Their socks quietly patting on the carpeted stairs and hallway. Hermit didn't turn, just huffed. "Why are you following me. Fuck off." Nikita furrowed his eyes. "Are you on your period or something." He shot back, Hermit got to the top of the stairs and quickly turned to face Nikita, stopping him in his tracks. "I know you think you're fucking funny or clever, but you're just some fucked up special ed kid I'm this close to pushing down the stairs." They rushed forward, making sure as they slammed into their room they locked the door behind them. Nikita stood there, fuck. His stomach turned, god why was he so weirdly turned on. He tried to push that out of his mind, Hermit wasn't going to talk to him and he didn't care. He didn't care about any of this, he'd spent the last hours playing DOOM and polishing his collections back and forth. It was his room and his system, he'd eventually get tired and fall asleep. After finishing a round he heard a quiet click, setting down his controller he tip toed to his door to open it a crack. Hermit was glancing out their door, looking back and forth down the hall. They pulled themselves out of the room and into the moonlight lit hallway, their hair was partially covered by a beanie pulled over their head, they had a zip up hoodie covering their arms and as they turned to look back Nikita could see they'd pulled a small tank top over one of those stupid bras. They adjusted a pleated skirt that Nikita couldn't quite tell the color of, it didn't at all hide the high socks they'd pulled up to their thighs. Well they definitely weren't just going fucking pee in that outfit, they had a backpack strung on one of their shoulders. They quickly but quietly rushed down the hall, waiting a second Nikita followed. He felt so stupid, when did he become one of those people who gave a fuck. He didn't even care, he just loathed Hermit, he didn't want Hermit to do anything he didn't approve of. Basically anything Hermit enjoyed doing. Hermit got to the living room, dropping their bag quietly behind the couch as they bent down to start pulling on their shoes. Nikita walked down the stairs, staring intently at Hermit's shadowed figure. "Are you going out." It wasn't really a question, more of an accusation. Hermit jumped, letting out a quiet yelp as they spun around to look at Nikita. "What the fuck is wrong with you. Jesus I thought you'd gone comatose or something already." Unperturbed by his presence Hermit leaned down again to finish tying up their shoe. "Out with friends." Nikita strolled his way over, scooting behind Hermit to tug the end of their skirt back and reveal a black pair of women's underwear. Hermit shot up and pushed Nikita back, making him stumble slightly but luckily not totally fall over. "You don't have any friends, and definitely none that want to see your dick trapped in those panties." Hermit's face went red as they pushed past him to grab their bag. Nikita took the chance to trap Hermit's body against the back of the couch, standing closely as he stared at them. Hermit didn't say anything, just glared at Nikita's shitty job of blocking them off. "So are you some sort of lady boy prostitute now? Running away to move into a taiwanese bathhouse." Hermit scoffed, trying to move forward only to be pushed back against the couch. Nikita was skinny and stupid, but he wasn't as fragile as he looked. "Not that I have to tell you, but I'm going on a date. He's waiting for me, so get the fuck out of the way." Nikita furrowed his brow, what. "What." He hadn't necessarily meant to say it out loud, but he'd been caught off guard. "What." Hermit replied, snapping. Nikita didn't really reply, he didn't know what he was feeling. He didn't really know why he had an opinion, he wanted to mock Hermit, I mean. He didn't know who would publicly want to go on a date with a girl-boy thing, but it made his stomach drop in a way that made him angry. He didn't really think about what he was doing, but his hand shot up to grab the front of Hermit's jaw. Hermit let out a squeak, it wasn't terribly painful but uncomfortable. Their back was arched against the couch, Nikita was staring at them. "When did you get a boyfriend? Actually, I don't care. Who the fuck is your boyfriend." Hermit shook their head slightly, not really able to reply with the grasp currently on their jaw. "Mmfhf.." They mumbled out, Nikita didn't let go though. He didn't frown, just stared straight faced as his free hand slowly slid down, bouncing off Hermit's boney hips and slipping under their skirt. "I thought we had an agreement." His fingers danced on the lace on their underwear, now slightly strained as he coaxed them down. They were down just enough to uncover what was underneath, and comfortably fit more. "You want a boyfriend so bad." Nikita pulled his hand away from their skirt and used it to messily shake his pants down, giving him enough space to pull his dick out of his underwear. "I'll be your boyfriend." His face was flushed and frustrated. Hermit blinked at him, all stupid and doe eyed like they didn't understand what he was trying to say. Hell he barely knows what he was trying to say. Nikita moved himself comfortably into Hermit's underwear so they were pressed neatly together, Nikita thrusted his hips forward. Bumping the seams on the top of the underwear and brushing against the back of Hermit's skirt. Hermit squirmed, letting out a frazzled moan. Still barely able to grasp how quickly this was all happening, what the fuck was even going on. Hermit's hands went slightly limp, slowly falling down Nikita's arm as their whole body began to limp backwards. Nikita pulled his hand away and used both to grab Hermit's hips instead to keep them upright. Hermits's eyes were wide but unfocused, back still bent over the couch as they let out soft whimpers and gasps. As long as they weren't too loud he didn't care He was just teaching a lesson. What lesson? He'd convince himself of something later. His skinny fingers dug into Hermit's hips, grasping at the skirts fabric and pulling it up slightly as he continued to tuck himself between their thighs with their dick occasionally hitting against the front of his pelvis, he tried not to think about it. He imagined Hermit as a girl, it was fucking hard but with his back limp and his head tilted backwards it almost worked. His hand shook lightly as he reached up to grab at the front of their tank top, he squeezed what felt like a plush bra filled with a dick or something. It wouldn't be as pleasant as actual flesh, but it soothed his urges enough. Hermit let out a small sob, blissed out and looking up towards the ceiling. "Huh, even out of it you e-enjoy this. Guess I am the only guy for you." Nikita let out a strangled chuckle, it was so hard to talk during this he didn't know how people did it in movies and shit like that. He bucked his hips, leaning his body in to rest against Hermit, his chin leaning against their collar bone in this half bent state. He used the leverage to go faster and harder, he really only cares about finishing. I mean that was all this was good for and well, humiliation. He chewed at his lip frustrated, his eyes flicked to the skin in front of him and took his chance. He pulled his head back a little, just to open his mouth and sharply bite down onto Hermit's skin. Hermit let out a raspy out of breath yelp, Nikita smacked the side of her thigh hard and the noise soothed into a pathetic sob. He ground his teeth slightly, taking his time before pulling away. He left a red obviously bite mark under their collar bone, a small bit of blood surrounding certain marks that he ignored. His brain started to get dizzy as he got close, breathing heavily and trying to keep himself quiet as his thrusts became jagged and awkward. It only took a few more times before he came between their thighs, shooting onto the inside of their skirt as he collapsed on top of them. It took him a second to pull back, Hermit's body awkwardly began to slump and Nikita had to grab them before they slammed onto the floor. Their knees were shaking, awkwardly putting all their weight onto Nikita as he tried to keep them upright. "Jesus." He held their torso, his pants still awkwardly down enough to have his now flaccid dick sticking out. "Help me out here." He mumbled, and Hermit whimpered, Using Nikita's shoulders to half heartedly push themselves up. "God, your legs work. I'm not going to carry you up the stairs." He grumbled, Hermit gripped onto his shirt. "Please." They mumbled, in a way that made Nikita scared he'd get fucking hard again. "Fucking. Fine, fine. Come on." He pulled one of his hands away to hike up his pants and begin walking them towards and up the stairs. They didn't talk, just making small whimpers and they walked pressed against Nikita back to their room. He pulled them into their room and partially pushed them onto the bed, their body plopped down and they closed their eyes. Nikita stood there staring at them, panties now stained with cum and still falling down their thighs. Their skirt holding loosely around everything else, he squinted. They could almost pass for a girl, almost. Suddenly a small sound went off, almost making Nikita jump. He glanced down at their hoodie pocket that was swaying off the side of the bed and he could see a square light going off. Hermit groaned and tried to reach down to grab it but Nikita snatched it from them. A small message having popped up in the notification bar. 'hey, I'm at the park. u still coming? ;)' Nikita gripped the phone harshly, he pressed the notification. Grabbing Hermit's hand to get past the screen lock and opening up the message, he looked at it for a second before scrolling up slightly. Above it were texts about the date, a picture of obviously Hermit's thighs in some socks. He cringed, he would just block the number but that wasn't enough for him. He fucking wasn't going to let this down, he pulled up the camera and used the flash to take a picture of Hermit, who covered their face quickly but was still exposed and obviously fucked out. 'I don't think she'll be able to make it.' He sent the photo, dropping the phone back onto the bed where Hermit grabbed it. "You're such an asshole." They mumbled, squinting at him. "Whatever."