SOE: THE THIEF (Twins BL) English Version

Chapter 2

He found himself deep within the confines of the dense forest, chasing after a figure that seemed to be slipping away from his grasp. Despite the lack of understanding as to why he was pursuing the young man, his instincts urged him to continue the pursuit. The urgency of the situation made it feel like a life-or-death scenario.

"Stay back!" the boy yelled as he noticed the man closing in on him. Ignoring the plea, the man quickened his pace until he managed to grab hold of the young man's backpack. A struggle ensued, fueling the man's anger as he pinned the boy down with force. The weight of his body made it impossible for the boy to break free, while his hands seemed to act on their own accord, pulling at the boy's clothing.

"No!" the boy cried out, attempting to resist the unwanted advances. The sound of his protests only seemed to provoke the man further, pushing him to continue his actions. With a sense of urgency, he reached for his own pants, eager to release the pent-up desire that had been building within him.

When the person beneath him felt the pressure against his back, he fought harder to break free. "Please! Stop! Let me go!" he pleaded, desperately attempting to wiggle his trapped body, unaware that with each movement, the man's masculinity grazed against his skin. The friction intensified, causing the man's manhood to pulse faster, matching the rhythm of his heavy and rapid breaths. Driven to madness by the overwhelming sensation, he firmly grasped the boy's hands with one hand, while the other hand prepared for what was to come.

The boy's body tensed as the man inserted a finger into his opening. He let out a string of curses as the finger struggled to penetrate. Withdrawing it momentarily, the man tried again, ensuring a deeper entry this time. The boy's muffled scream escaped his lips, stifled by the intensity of the moment. The man repeated the process, gradually increasing the ease of movement with each repetition. As the finger's motions quickened, he added another finger, and then another…

The young man's pleas fell on deaf ears as his tormentor only grew more aroused by his distress. Ignoring the cries for mercy, he withdrew his hand and positioned himself, ready to forcefully enter. With each thrust, his excitement surged, his manhood eagerly anticipating the forbidden pleasure. The young man beneath him fought desperately, trying to resist and halt the impending violation.

"No, please! Stop!" But his resistance only fueled the tormentor's determination. With a surge of strength, he forcefully penetrated the young man's body, causing a gut-wrenching scream of agony to escape his lips. Yet, amidst the pain, a twisted sense of ecstasy coursed through his veins. Overwhelmed by desire, he continued his relentless assault, thrusting with increasing speed, disregarding the cries of pain echoing in the room. The sight of blood mingling with his own arousal only heightened his pleasure, fueling his insatiable hunger.

His flesh grew harder and larger with each thrust, relentlessly pounding into the young man's trembling form. And then, the impact of his testicles against the young man's quivering skin pushed him further into the depths of his own twisted world. The young man's anguished screams only served to intensify his release. Breathless, he clung to the young man's back, reveling in the tremors that wracked his body and the struggle for air.

With a gasp, he separated their bodies, clutching the man's shoulder tightly. The young man struggled to resist, but was overpowered. Recognition dawned in his eyes as he realized who he had been intimate with. He attempted to speak, but no sound came out.

"End my life! Why did you betray me? End it all!" His heart constricted at the anguished plea. A chill ran through him, draining his strength. It felt as though scalding water was being poured over him as he listened to the next words.

"I will never forgive you. Remember that!"

…

"No!!!" He got up again. He was sweating and panting. And it took him a while to realize that it was just a dream.

"Sonofabitch," he muttered.

He sighed frustratedly while wiping his sweaty face. How many nights has he been having nightmares and waking up like this? Desperate. Frustrated. It all started two weeks ago when he watched the videos of his twin and his boyfriend.

Damn. He clenched his hand. From that day he saw that boy ever since he saw his beauty that could take every boys breath away, he has been like this. Ever since he saw his naked body being made love to by his brother in every video; ever since he heard his grunts and his screams in a mixture of pain and pleasure, he got addicted by just barely looking at his pictures and watching him make love to his brother.

Damn. I should do something about this. He whispered as he got up.

What if I'll just do my fantasies and then kill him in the end? What's happening to me will surely end and can get revenge on my brother at the same time. That's right. That's right. I should always put in my mind that the guy is the key leading my brother to his downfall.

Vin Tarrega is just a thing. Maybe I'm just jealous of the intense lovemaking I saw between him and my brother. Maybe when I will have a taste of him, it will be over. My nightmares will end. And I will do that soon. He finally concluded.

He got up, changed clothes, and went straight to the 7 Demon's gym to do his daily exercise routine.

…

“Angela, what brings you to this place?" He tried to conceal his excitement as he spotted her waiting for him. His surprise grew even more when she suddenly embraced him.

"Sanders, it's because of Sandro..." she cried into his shoulder. He nodded, indicating that he understood why she had come.

"Follow me to my office." He gently took hold of her arm and guided her towards his office. As the Acting President of Martenei University, he had taken over from Ryan, who had decided to focus on their family business. Marcus and his family had already relocated to the United States, leaving only Clem and Flame behind in Martenei. Flame, in particular, was in charge of the university hospital, which had flourished over the years and had become a prominent institution in Martenei.

Hopefully, in three years more, the owner of Martenei will be able to return with his husband who is now specializing as a brain surgeon. The university will definitely be more popular ones Dr. Francis Martenei will come.

"Could you please bring us some snacks?" he commanded his secretary, as he and Angela stepped into his office.

"Sanders, do you have any idea why your brother ended things with me?" Angela inquired, taking a sip of the juice her secretary had brought earlier.

"I'm sorry, Angela. I really don't know anything. You know my twin and I aren't very close," he lied. He didn't want her to find out that he was aware of everything. He didn't want Angela to discover that he would be the mastermind behind Sandro's downfall.

"Do you still love him?" he asked softly.

"Yes," she replied. He looked away, a bitter smile forming on his lips. Why did all the luck go to Sandro? And why was he always plagued by misfortune? No matter how much money he had in his bank account or the fact that he was the esteemed president of MU, it all paled in comparison to Sandro's accomplishments. Despite his efforts not to be resentful, bitterness consumed him. He gazed at Angela. She was truly stunning. Her skin was flawless, her figure alluring. And he knew that no matter what he did, she only had eyes for Sandro. Perhaps now was the perfect moment to make his presence known. He needed to demonstrate to Angela that he was far superior to his gay brother. He rose from his seat and approached her from behind…

“Sandro's decision to break up with you is beyond foolish. You possess intelligence, beauty, and kindness in abundance. What more could he possibly want to end things with you? Angela, do you still long for him? Would you like me to intervene?" he whispered, his hands expertly massaging her shoulders. A mischievous grin spread across his face as she remained still, succumbing to the pleasure he was providing.

"Um, will you?" she inquired. Leaning down, he planted a gentle kiss on her jaw.

"For you, I will. But..." he trailed off, purposefully leaving her hanging.

"But what?" she pressed, as he moved in front of her and helped her to her feet.

"I'll require some form of compensation," he seductively whispered. Angela's face briefly displayed rejection as she comprehended his intentions. However, the thought of potentially winning Sandro back made her agree.

He smirked cunningly. Naturally, he had no intention of reuniting them. He would dismantle his brother and ensure that Angela herself would never desire Sandro again. Cupping her breasts, he kissed her passionately, leading her towards his table. He was determined to show Angela that he far surpassed his brother in the art of pleasuring a woman, leaving her with no desire to return to Sandro's arms.