Characters: Thomas Arclight, Rio Kamishiro/Kastle, Ryouga/Reginald Kamishiro/Kastle, vague mentions of Christopher and Michael
Rating: NSFW sob, but nothing immensely explicit
Warnings: Pseudo-incest and in general creepiness because idk, what kind of man has sex with BJDs he makes. This is really creepy and freaked me out a little even writing it, tbh.
Summary: A desperate man lost his brothers and began to work more on his hobby than anything else, and it became more of an obsession than anything as time went on.
When
his brothers died, it had nearly killed him too. It was why he had
ended up diving headfirst into his work, working more fervently every
day, hardly resting. It was why he kept making more and more dolls, why
he kept distracting himself with the hobby they were never fond of him
having.
But collectors
loved his work. They would always call, asking if they could come by to
take a look at his showroom, and what else could he do but say yes? They
offered lots of money, after all. And with that money, he could keep
making them until he made the most perfect ones.
It
was a project he started after six months of not having them around,
and it took a year to complete them. Not because he slacked off - oh no,
not at all. It was because he wanted them to be perfect. They had to be
absolutely perfect, they had to be almost real, and that was why they
were to be about the size of actual fourteen year olds. So he worked,
day in and day out with their resin bodies, making sure their skin was
the perfect shade. He worked to carefully place each small lock of hair
into their heads - the girl had to have beautifully flowing blue hair,
he decided, for she was to be his perfect little ice princess but with a
fire in those magnificent amaranth irises he would later put into her
face. The boy though, he was tougher to place, but if they were to be
twins, then his hair must be purple and in waves, the ends of his hair
flipping up, waves like the ocean with piercing cobalt eyes that could
make him look like a predator. Their eyes would be glass of course,
glass because he liked knowing that his creations were always watching
him, giving him attention he never had.
The
thought of those eyes, both of them, always send a shudder down his
spine. The times that he would rest, he found himself leaning back in
his seat and imagining their eyes, the smirks on their faces, the way
that - if they had been real people - they would kiss each other, touch
each other and put on a show for him, make him long to reach out for
them before they would finally give in and give him the pleasure he so
craved from their cold touch. And every time, he murmured different
names on his lips, searching for the right ones until one day, when he
came and moaned out ‘Reginald’, he knew that would be the boy’s name, and
the girl would thusly be 'Rio’.
—
The
day that he had completed them was the day when he should have been
preparing for at least a dozen guests, all collectors and their close
families that he had been kind enough to extend invitations to so they
could all see his showroom at once. When he finished them though, he
couldn’t help but get lost in their eyes, he couldn’t keep himself from
wanting to touch them, running his fingers over the developed curve of
Rio’s breasts as he kissed her neck and he pretended that she would moan
for him, tell him to either give him more or she’d make sure he would.
All he could do was chuckle against her neck and murmur, “Are you meant
to be making such demands of your master?”
His
attention then turned to Reginald, fingertips fluttering over the boy’s
thighs and teasing over his groin, and he could imagine the hiss of
breath as the boy inhaled deeply, and the glare that would follow, the
biting demand that he leave his sister alone and just fuck him and get
it over with. He could only chuckle again as he leaned in close to
Reginald’s lips, speaking against them. “I wouldn’t have created you both
if I didn’t want you both.” The resulting thought of Reginald turning his
head and 'tsk'ing before mumbling an agreement made him giddy.
Why, if only he could make them real! Or if they could speak and do whatever he wanted of them, that would be lovely as well!
After
some deliberation and him noticing the time, he quickly, but carefully,
settled the two to stand in a case, putting them in the showroom for
all to see. This would be their debut, and the world would soon see how
talented he was and offer even more money for his works. Before long,
the visitor showed and after treating them to some tea and biscuits, he
lead them into the showroom with a gleeful grin.
Soon enough, all were gathered around Reginald and Rio, amazed with his craftsmanship.
“Goodness, they’re beautiful!”
“They both look so full of life - I almost thought they were real!”
“Thomas, how much will you take for these two?”
He
had been content to bask in the compliments, but the moment he was
asked for a price, that sweet smile of his turned dark as he shook his
head. “I’m afraid they aren’t for sale. You see, they’re my best
creations, and unless I can make something better, I would like to keep
them. I’m certain you all understand.”
There
were nods and murmurs of agreement before the crowd dissipated, though
there was one that still lingered. He moved closer, sliding in next to
the collector. “Are you certain you won’t take anything for them?” he
asked, and Thomas had to bite back a snide comment, a bitter remark.
Instead, he continued to smile pleasantly.
“Absolutely not, I’m afraid. I think it’s best that I keep my best on display to show what I’m capable of.”
“Mm, you do have a point. If you make any other fine specimens like these however, do let me know. I’m highly interested.”
“Yes,
of course.” And as soon as the man turned away, Thomas’s pleasant
expression shifted into one of annoyance. He would never sell these
beautiful masterpieces. They belonged to him and him alone. No one would
take them from him.
Reginald and Rio would love only him.
Later
that night, when all visitors were gone and it was just him and the
twins in the privacy of his own room, he made sure of that. They were
undressed first, of course. And though he had marveled at their skin
before, in the midst of making them, now that they were complete, he
could linger. He could lave his tongue along the bony hip of Reginald’s,
over the lower curve of Rio’s breast before swirling his tongue around
her nipple. And though she couldn’t get wet, being inanimate, though
Reginald couldn’t get hard, he still felt a thrill of imagining the both
of them fighting against his touches, trying to hold back their orgasms
so as not to show that he had such masterful hands, and Rio of course
was the first to come, the first to scream out “Master!” and it made him
shiver in delight. Reginald was much more stubborn though, he grit his
teeth and let out a soundless shout as he came, and Thomas licked their
bodies, pretending to clean them as he stroked himself, pushing himself
to that edge and pressing his lips firmly against Rio’s to muffle his
own shout.
He didn’t let
himself cuddle with them though. He couldn’t. He had to clean them off
with such care that it would take an hour alone to do that, and yet
another hour to brush out their hair before redressing them. And as he
sat them on his lap to wipe them down with a damp cloth, as he combed
their hair, he spoke to them. He told them about how they were so
beautiful, so perfect, how they could never leave him because didn’t
they see? He needed them. They were everything to him and he… he needed
them.
He was alone, as
they could tell, and as the tears fell from the painful reminder that
his brothers were dead, he could only laugh, pressing gentle kisses to
the foreheads of his beautiful creations. “I need you both to stay with
me. It’s all I’ll ask as… as your father. Just stay with me and love
me.”
