LEVEL 17

PLAYER ONE: REMY

Two kids, one girl, one boy, sharing the same face and build, under the same opulent roof, grew up to embrace two completely different paths and aesthetics. My twin’s response to the glittering quartz of unattainable parental approval was to excel, to chase love through honors classes, valedictorian speeches, clean cut polos, and winning soccer goals.

My choices may have seemed more brazen, rebelliously showing up to every family function with more piercings and drawing satisfaction from my father’s disappointed scowls. I got addicted to their blatant disapproval—oh, but the attention from girls wasn’t so bad either. I spent so much time at the tattoo shop, getting new tattoos before the ink on the previous had even healed.

After asking a lot of questions and observing a lot of shit, the shop started to feel like home. I worked up the nerve to ask for an apprenticeship. Then, I pushed my luck and asked if the band could practice in the back after hours. School wasn’t for me. The rules, the uniformity—that was Trev’s thing, not mine. Honestly, I sometimes wondered if my need for pain and body impulsivity was an inspired act of individualism, or just me putting more things between me and any desire to please my parents. If they hated me for my tattoos, they wouldn’t have to look any deeper and find more disappointment.

The week following the after party brought my first shift as an official piercer. My license came through, my needles were waiting…and I was scared as fuck someone was going to waltz into the empty shop and ask for something difficult like a conch or tragus piercing. Thankfully for my coward-ass, the artists had packed up for the day, and I was just fucking around on Joss’ guitar she’d left after practice. Fauna was in class and working at the animal shelter, but she’d been coming by my place every night and we would hang out. Well, my mouth would hang out with her pussy, at least. I fucking loved it.

The bells jingled up front. I put the acoustic back on its stand and stopped in surprise to admire my visitor. Fauna leaned on the front desk, her perfect, round little ass just barely concealed under a cream dress covered in lace and frills. Her pink hair was curled into ringlets and clipped behind her cat ear headphones.

“You look like an angel,” I said, wrapping my arms around her and picking her up. “An angel I’d like to fuck, please.”

She giggled and wrapped her legs around my waist. “Shh, Remy, someone will hear you.”

I walked her over to my piecing station and sat her in the blue leather chair. “It’s just us, princess. This is a nice surprise. Let’s get out of here. I’ll buy you dinner and whatever pretty little thing you want afterwards.”

Fauna shook her head and shoved me away as I kissed her cheeks incessantly. “I’m here as a customer. I hear there’s a hot new piercer in town, and I’d like to check out her work.”

I crossed my arms. “Oh, is that so? What would you like pierced?” I grabbed a clamp off my station and circled the fabric atop her bellybutton. “Here?” Her breathing hitched as I used the cold metal object to circle her nipples. “Or here, perhaps?”

Wrapping her hands around my neck, she pulled me in for a kiss, flicking her tongue over the hoop on my lip. “Here,” she said.

“A lip ring? Those are tricky to heal.”

“Well, good thing I have an experienced professional looking after me.” She leaned back in the chair. “Hurry up, or I’m not tipping. And I want a pink diamond, not a hoop.”

I pulled on a pair of gloves. “You’re hot when you’re a brat. But a hoop it is—for healing purposes at least. In six weeks, we can change it out.” I reached in my drawer. “For some bizarre reason I ordered these pink hoops last week. Like them?”

“Some mysterious reason, huh? Yes, those are pretty. Let’s do it.”

Once my instruments were prepared, I kicked out the leg rest and leaned my girl back in the chair. “I’m getting a little nervous now,” she admitted in a small voice.

Instead of going around to the side of her, I climbed on top, straddling her hips. “Does this help?”

“Now I’m nervous and turned on.”

We shared a laugh as I mapped out with a purple marker the best place for her new adornment. Once she approved the placement and my tools were ready, I clamped her lower lip.

Anxiety hummed from her throat, and I chuckled. “Wait, I ordered one more thing.” I reached into the drawer of my rolling station and pulled out a plush strawberry with kitten ears. “Made me think of you— and I figured you or someone anxious would be in my chair eventually.”

“Tank yo,” she mumbled against the clamp, accepting the plushy and squeezing it to her chest.

“Close your eyes so you don’t see the tools,” I instructed. “This will be quick, but I’m going to count you down with some deep breaths. Is that okay, princess?”

Eyes squinted, she nodded, and I readied the needle. I’d done plenty of lip piercings before, but this was my girl. I didn’t want to mess it up, although her tits were very distracting in her little dress…and her hips between my thighs were taunting me with their warmth… Focus .

“Let’s do three big breaths together. On the third exhale, you’re going to feel the clamp tighten and then the piercing. Deep breath in…and out…deep breath in…and out… You know, you really do look perfect on your back, princess.” With her body relaxed and mind occupied with my constant sexual advances, I pierced her lip.

“You’re doing great,” I praised, quickly threading in the hoop. “We’re done.” I cleared the tools and covered them with a paper towel so she wouldn’t see any blood and held up the hand mirror. “What do you think?”

The rose flush of her cheeks accentuated the little sparkles she’d added to her makeup for the day. I loved seeing her dress and do her makeup in the bright, vibrant ways that made her happy.

A squeal fled her throat that sounded like something straight out of a cutesy cartoon. “It’s perfect, Remy. I love…it so much.”

“You were about to say something else, weren’t you?” I leaned over her and gently planted a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I love… it so much too.”

“Remy,” she breathed my name like a prayer, and the atmosphere in the piercing booth turned hazy. “Let’s switch.” Pushing on my chest, she rounded me, putting me on my back while she straddled me.

I chuckled. “Your first piercing might make you a bad girl, but you’ll never be a top, princess.”

She leaned forward, softly brushing her swollen lip over mine, our lip rings tapping each other’s. My hands greedily slipped under her tiny dress and skimmed her hips, gripping every bit of her softness. When I cupped her ass, she rocked forward and whispered, “I could so be a top…though I really like being your pillow princess.”

I smiled against her kiss and found her hand, pulling it up for inspection. “Look at these long, bedazzled nails. These are the hands of a bottom, princess.” We both laughed, the sound echoing around the empty shop. “However,” I continued. “You’re crazy if you think I can’t top you from the bottom.”

“How does that work?” she asked, moving to kiss my neck.

“Like this.” My hands resumed their position on her hips before I hooked my fingers through the waistband of her panties and slowly slipped them over her ass and down to her knees. I positioned my palm between her warm, supple thighs and gripped her hip with my other hand. Tugging her hips forward, she gasped as her pussy collided with my hand. Slipping my two middle fingers inside, I growled at the feel of how wet she was for me. “God, you’re so fucking perfect. Move your hips just like that.”

“Fuck, Remy,” she panted, rocking forward, her clit hitting my palm as my fingers hooked within her. “Just like that, please.”

“I love when you beg, princess. Now, come all over my hand so I can lick you up.”

Fauna’s thrusts came slow and deep, and I reveled in the feeling of her tight, slick walls tightening around my knuckles. The job position of top was taken, but my sweet little pillow princess did look really good fucking my hand from above.

Her face dropped to my shoulder as her orgasm peaked. Wrapping my free hand around her throat, I gently tilted her gaze towards mine. “Can’t hide from me. Give me all of you,” I breathed, feeling the shocks of her release coupled with her moans in the harmony of the shared air between us.

She whimpered through a couple of orgasms, her pussy clutching my fingers, and I didn’t stop pumping into her until she begged me to stop. When I pulled out, I sucked each finger slowly. “Fuck, Fauna, you’re my own melted ice cream cone, aren’t you?”

With a giggle, she climbed off and pulled up her panties. The front door jingled suddenly, and she looked to me in horror. “The door was unlocked that whole time?”

I shrugged. “Did you expect me to stop for that?”

She hit my arm. “You’re horrible.”

“So horrible,” I agreed, pulling her close and giving her a gentle kiss, careful to avoid her new hoop.

After a quick nose piercing for an eighteen-year-old kid, Fauna and I went back to my place. Disappearing into my room, I reappeared with my extra-large Sleep Token shirt and drawstring sweatpants and tossed them to her.

“What’s this for?” she asked.

“I know you like to get cozy. I thought we’d order in and game tonight. What do you think?”

Her smile lit up my soul. No girl had ever taken hold of my heart as swiftly and thoroughly as Fauna Belrose, my pink little V for Valin witch I’d cyber-sexted as my brother’s avatar. She was the girl I risked everything for— my morals, my relationship with my twin, my past situationship, even my band. I’d put them all on the line for her, and I would have done it again and again if it meant having her.

Sure, I stole my brother’s girlfriend. I said I would, and I did. It was self-centered, wrong, ethically dishonorable, and risked hurting a whole hell of a lot of people—and fuck, I was so happy I did. Fauna turned out to be so much more than just an obsession or conquest or way to piss off my brother. Now that I had her, I could never be without her. Fauna was it for me. Yeah, we were young and dumb, but when the time was right, I knew I’d make her mine forever.

I tugged off her little dress, careful with her swollen lip and headphones, and slipped my baggy shirt over her head. Next, she held onto my shoulder as she stepped into the sweatpants. “You don’t have to dress me.” She smiled, tying the strings into a floppy bow.

“I like doing it, but you’re right. I should probably be undressing you instead…”

“Mmm,” she hummed into my kiss. “Let’s make our avatars scissor.”

I laughed, pulling her waist close. “No, I think I forgot how. You need to show me first.”

“Okay—“

A knock at the door interrupted. I pulled Fauna closer and mumbled through our kisses, “Ignore it.”

“No,” she objected, pulling away despite my grumbles and answering the incessant noise.

Four obnoxious cock-blocks filtered in, holding pizza boxes and six packs of beers. “Why are you looking at us like that?” Rollo asked, setting the pizzas on the table. “It’s game night.”

“I do not recall agreeing to make all-nighter game nights a regular thing.”

Fauna giggled. “Why not? Sounds fun to me.”

Joss opened a beer for herself, Len, and Trevor. “We’re addicted to the rush of PRG battles now. What other games are Prue and Chet playing? Let’s find them and kick their asses.”

“Yes,” Rollo cheered as Fauna laughed. “We can troll them every weekend. How special is that?”

Trevor clinked his beer bottle with mine. “I’m down for that.”

I stole my brother’s girlfriend, and she, in turn, stole my heart. Together, we built a family of our own making.

Player one found her player two.

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