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The first time was a complete accident. He swears.

The subway car had already been packed full. And more commuters were due to come as they neared the next stop.

Ingo and Emmet were already encroaching on the other's personal space as is. And it was driving Emmet crazy. They were next to each other, with Ingo slightly in front, and each bump of the train had their shoulders knocking against the other's.

Emmet's fingers twitched. He wants to be even closer.

He wants to touch.

As if Jirachi itself had heard his wish, the train stopped and its doors slid open, allowing more people inside.

The twins had to move to accommodate. Emmet had to move half a step forward and Ingo shimmied to the side, slotting his back oh so perfectly against the younger man's front.

"Sorry Emmet, there's… many people." Ingo said as he shifted.

"Don't worry." Emmet certainly didn't mind. Something about being pressed so close, where anyone could look and see how perfectly the two melded together, was…. Exhilarating. It made his heart pound in his chest so hard he was sure Ingo could feel it, even through all the layers of their uniforms.

Emmet did his best to control his breathing. To try to keep his excitement at bay, but all it seemed to do was hit him full force with his brother's scent.

And didn't that make his blood rush south.

Every place they touched sparked electricity that thrummed throughout the rest of his body. Which only got worse (better? Emmet didn't know anymore.) when the train jolted forward as it started again.

Emmet choked on his own spit as his groin met Ingo's backside. The noise seemed to startle the older twin causing him to jump, Ingo's ass grazing against him again in the process. Emmet sucked in a breath as he coughed.

"Are you alright? What happened?" Ingo turned his head, concern written across his face.

And oh wow….their faces were really close right now.

If he leaned forward just a little more they could-

"...Emmet?"

He jolted to alertness. "YEs! I am Emmet."

His brother looked down right worried now.

Crap. DEFLECT!

"I think we should schedule maintenance for next week."

The look Ingo gave him told Emmet immediately that he wasn't fooled in the slightest.

Curse his ineffective derailment!

Mercifully he didn't push, letting the conversation go on as if normal, although Emmet wasn't foolish enough to think he would escape Ingo's questioning later.

It was almost enough to distract Emmet from his problem. If it weren't for the swaying of the car causing his brother's backside to occasionally rub up against his hardening length.

What he wouldn't give to just grab Ingo's hips and grind. To rip his twin's coat and pants out of the way. To listen to him gasp and whimper as Emmet fucked him in front of everyone.

Then they would all see that Ingo belongs to him. Only him.

A lull in their conversation gave him some reprieve from how close their faces were. Even pressed together as they were, Ingo would try to look at his face while talking. It took a lot of effort to not stare at his lips when there was so little space between them.

He didn't want to explain why his face was getting so red either.

Emmet wanted to know how red his brother would be if he pressed his lips against the back of his neck right now. What sounds would Ingo produce if he licked and sucked at his nape. Would he be loud?

Emmet hopes so.

His voice would alert the people around them, and they could all watch as Emmet claimed his older brother.

Ingo would yelp as his teeth sank into his twin's neck. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave a deep bruise.

He imagined lngo pushing back against his rutting cock, moaning his name as Emmet snaked one of his hands around to fondle his brother's crotch.

Some of the passengers would gawk at the display, while others, he was sure, would record as Subway Boss Emmet and Ingo have sex in the middle of the train.

Emmet barely suppressed a shiver at the thought.

As far as fantasies go, Emmet thought his were rather tame, as long as you ignored that they all starred his twin brother that is. All this to say, Emmet was surprised at how much the idea of exposing himself and Ingo in public truly got to him.

This was definitely something to be explored later. While in the safety of his room. Until then he needed to get his head out of the clouds and focus on not canting his hips against Ingo.

Which shouldn't be as hard as it actually was.

With a shuddering breath Emmet gripped the cuffs of his own sleeves. He just needed to wait this out just a little bit longer. There was only one more stop before their own.

He could do it.

…

By the Almighty Dragons he couldn't do it.

While some passengers left at the next stop, even more came on. And of course Ingo did the polite thing and tried to make more room, only really succeeding and pressing them together even more.

His hips jerked forward of their own accord, and he felt Ingo stiffen against him.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck.

"Emme-"

"SORRY!"

Emmet doesn't think he's ever been more relieved in Nimbasa city residents' tendency to just ignore things, because he was almost certain that if someone paid close enough attention to the pair they could figure out exactly what was going on.

…Fuuuck, the thought made him throb.

The two stayed quiet for the rest of the ride, the only noise between them being Emmet's labored breathing.

Despite the panic coursing through him, his arousal only seemed to increase at the knowledge that Ingo knew.

His brother could feel just how hard he was.

Dear Dragons, Emmet couldn't take it anymore!

He pressed forward, letting himself move his hips in soft, small rocking motions. He could hear Ingo's breath hitch, but his brother didn't do anything to discourage him.

That meant it was fine, right? Ingo wasn't stopping him, he was letting Emmet hump him, so it must be fine.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, a voice said otherwise, that Ingo was probably in shock or didn't want to draw attention to what Emmet was doing. But that voice was quickly drowned out by the barely there friction driving him mad.

With how big their coats were and how light Emmet's thrusts are, it was easy to hide what he was doing. He could probably get away with it for the rest of the ride.

Emmet didn't think he could stop even if they got caught. The soft hum of pleasure at each forward movement was just too addictive.

Without thinking Emmet placed a hand on Ingo's hip, gently guiding his twin closer. He could barely suppress the groan that tried to force itself past the white-clad twin's lips.

He never wanted to stop.

He wanted to stay right here, grinding his cock against Ingo for the rest of forever.

Panting, Emmet rested his chin on Ingo's shoulder. He could feel more than hear as his older brother swallowed thickly.

He desperately wants to know what Ingo was thinking. Was he enjoying it? Was he getting hard?

Emmet's hands itched to find out.

But no, he couldn't do that. He was already indulging himself too much as is. And he didn't want to risk crossing another line, not when this one had already gone way too far.

What if Ingo was disgusted with him?

Emmet froze at the thought.

But before he could dwell on it any further the car doors slid open as they arrived at their stop.

Stiffly, the two separated and exited the train.

The walk home was silent, and Emmet missed Ingo's boisterous voice chatting excitedly about whatever had caught the pair's attention for the day.

Fuck.

He's ruined everything.

Ingo must hate him. How couldn't he after discovering the kind of depraved person his brother actually was.

The longer the silence went, the more the reality of what he did sunk in. He had dry humped his brother. On a train. In public.

Almighty Dragons what was he doing?

So lost in turmoil, Emmet barely noticed that they'd reached their apartment building.

What if Ingo never wanted to see him again?

Emmet grew cold at the thought

How could he live without his beloved twin by his side? Ingo's his everything. Emmet can't lose him.

Hecan'tHecan'tHecan'tHecan'tHecan't-

Ingo cleared his throat.

“...You..” Emmet hated seeing how his older brother struggled to speak. Ingo always knew what to say, he's the more articulate of the two, only growing speechless when he was extremely anxious.

Ingo should never have to be anxious with Emmet.

“Please refrain from acting inappropriately at work.” He said formally, a nervous habit Ingo gained in their teens.

“...And try not to let yourself get so…pent up… from now on.” He continued with a cough, his cheeks taking on a tantalizing hue. Like apples Emmet wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into.

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It's been a month since the incident, and things are finally going back to normal between them. On the surface at least. Internally, Emmet can’t get the feeling of Ingo out of his head. It haunts him, even in his sleep, invading his every dream for weeks on end. Each one dirtier than the last.

The dreams started out recreating that night, but instead of getting interrupted Emmet is bending Ingo over and pinning him against the train wall, or floor, or seats, or hell even other passengers! He would fuck into his twin like a dog as Ingo moans for him.

Then they began to escalate.

Being ridden in their office, getting a blowjob in the middle of the street, moans heard over the live intercom, Ingo spreading his legs wearing Emmet's coat.

He can't even look at park benches the same way again!

And of course he's had wet dreams of his twin before (it's the only kind of wet dream he has), but never so……kinky…

Emmet is certain that something in his brain must have broken that night on the train, because he hasn't been this constantly horny since high school.

And it's starting to affect his work.

He's been getting distracted during battles, especially on the multi line. How can he call himself a Subway Boss if isn't giving each opponent his all!

Something has to be done about this. Soon.

The sound of water hitting the floor breaks the trainer out of his musings.

Ingo must be taking a shower.

…

Ingo must be taking a shower.

Naked. Wet. Ingo.

Emmet sits up from where he’s lying on his bed.

His brother has the bad habit of leaving the bathroom door open. It would be so easy to-

He shouldn't. It would be invading his twin's privacy.

Emmet stands up.

What if he gets caught?

Peeking from his room he can see the door ajar.

There won't be any kind of excuse like last time.

He stalks forward, stopping just before the threshold. He can hear humming and the loud clack of a bottle opening.

Ingo will know this wasn't an accident.

Bracing a hand on the wall, he reaches down with the other to squeeze his dick through the fabric of his sweatpants.

Heart pounding, Emmet peers through the doorway.

The sight is breathtaking.

Head leaning back as he washes his hair. Water cascading down lean muscle, glistening under the fluorescent lighting. Emmet watches, enraptured, as the stream flows down Ingo's shoulder blades, to his the dip of his back,

Down,

Down,

Slipping between round cheeks.

Dragons above.

He wants to sink his teeth into those plump mounds.

Little sparks of pleasure zip through Emmet as he rubs at his rapidly hardening bulge. His breathing grows heavy, and the trainer has to bite his lip to keep any sighs from escaping.

What would it be like to be allowed under the hot spray with Ingo? To wash his hair and body, to touch him and be touched in turn?

Emmet slips his hand past his waistband, pulling out his flushed dick.

He keeps his touch light, not wanting to rub himself raw without lube, or end this too quickly.

He'd love to take Ingo raw and quick.

Emmet would love nothing more then to fuck his older brother in all kinds of ways.

His heart nearly jumps out of his chest as Ingo turns around. Emmet quickly ducks out of sight, pressing hard against the wall beside him.

Did Ingo see him? Did he get caught? How can he explain this?

Seconds pass without anything happening, then a clack of a bottle opening. If his twin noticed him he isn’t saying anything.

Slowly, Emmet chances another look into the room.

He nearly chokes on his spit as he gets an eye full of Ingo's just barely visible happy trail, the small gray hairs appearing as flecks of silver glittering down a soft pale stomach, merging down into molten curls, neatly trimmed and framed perfectly around his flaccid penis.

And what a pretty one it is.

Nice and plump, a lovely soft shade of pink (that might be one of his new favorite colors.) Its size is the same as his own, but Emmet can't help but think that Ingo's is far more pleasing to the eye.

His twin has such a cute dick.

Emmet salivates, the things he would do just to get his mouth on it.

Gripping himself tightly, the voyeur jerks his own cock, using the precum leaking from his tip as slick to ease the motion.

Ingo has his eyes closed, threading his hands through gray strands. Strands that Emmet wants to sink his fingers into, to use them to guide his twin into whatever position he wanted.

Like against the shower wall.

Emmet's strokes speed up as he imagines himself pressed against Ingo, their bodies slick from soap and water.

Just the sight of the other, completely unaware of his own twin's lustful gaze - at his most vulnerable - is enough to fill Emmet's mind with a myriad of fantasies to last a lifetime.

But he wants more.

More than just this brief moment. More than limited touch. More than the one time he was able to rut his cock against his sweet, precious twin.

He needs to be inside. They have to become one.

Then, maybe Ingo will know his desire, will feel it through every cell of their being.

Each time he has to duck behind the wall it gets easier, the fear turning into exhilaration with each near miss.

Emmet is on steady tracks towards his release. Stroking his length at a rapid pace. Watching as Ingo starts to lean forward, away from Emmet, most likely to reach for something and-

Raining flames above!

With how his twin is angled his ass almost directly faces Emmet, leaving little to the voyeur's imagination.

The small arch of his back helps to pull his cheeks apart, allowing Emmet a small glimpse at Ingo's hole.

A strangled groan erupts from deep within his throat and his balls tighten.

But then his twin shoots up.

As quickly as he can Emmet scrambles back away from the doorway. At the same time he shudders, biting harshly at his lower lip, unable to stop his release.

“...Emmet!” he hears Ingo call as cum splatters across the hallway floor. “Was that you?”

Emmet can't answer even if he wanted to. Paralyzed as he is. Panting and shaking, his entire body taut at the possibility that he may actually be caught.

Eventually he musters up the strength to crawl to his room just as Ingo calls his name once again.

“Yeah?” the younger twin calls back when he makes it to a safe distance.

“...Never mind!” Is all he gets in return.

That has Emmet sagging against the wall, sliding down until he’s lying on the floor soon after.

So he hasn't been caught. Otherwise Ingo would surely be demanding answers right now instead of continuing to shower.

Once his heart beat returns to a normal level Emmet is quick to grab a shirt from his hamper, using it to clean the spunk off the floor.

And not a moment too soon, because right as he tosses the soiled garment back into the basket he can hear the water come to a stop.

Emmet closes his door and crashes into his bed, unsatisfied.