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The dateviators settle on the bridge of your nose as you open the door.
“Hey boys,” you greet the breaker box as you approach them. Tony was still downstairs after repairing the loose board on the back porch, but hopefully he wouldn’t be needed for this job.
“Livewire! What an honor to see you.” Volt’s charming voice floats from the breaker.
“Hey there livewire.” Eddie chimes in. Even without manifesting in front of you, you know he’s got his little grin on his face.
“Just wanted to check in with you guys after last night,” you tell them. Your fingers run along the edge of the box idly. “That storm was no joke, and the heat that came before it wasn’t easy on anyone.”
“I thought our dear Hector would simply collapse on Tuesday, I won’t lie to you livewire.” Volt jokes lightly. Eddie snorts.
“Wires got so hot, I was worried they’d melt right off their connectors. Or make Fantina start sparking from the outlet.”
“That’s actually what I’m here for,” you chime in. “I wanted to check the breaker switches. Off and back on again, checking for surges or broken ones. Wanted to make sure you guys didn’t overheat, or need repairs or anything.”
“Worried we’d become too hot to handle in your absence, livewire?”
“Volt…”
You can’t help but snicker. You can just about hear the roll of Eddie’s eyes.
“Something like that, yeah.”
“Well, if you’re so concerned, you can always focus those fancy glasses of yours and let us manifest. I’ll give you a personal tour of the breaker box and help us with it’s repairs-”
“-so long as you stay away from the ladder, of course.”
‘It’s very cute that they finish each other's sentences now’
“What, you think I don’t like seeing you like this?” You fire back easily. You drum your fingers on the door of the breaker box to make your point before sliding your hand down the front idly.
“Don’t thi-” Eddie starts, but before he finishes your hand travels back up the box.
“Or do you just not want me to go playing games with your switches?”
You thumb at the latch of the breaker box, flicking it idly without fully opening it.
“Ah, uh-” Volt half laughs. You could swear you hear Eddie murmur something, or gasps, but it’s lost under Volt’s stutter. Huh, he doesn’t usually-
It dawns on you.
“Can… can you guys feel that?”
“Well-” Eddie begins.
“Eddie feels it more than I do,” Volt’s voice floats, riding the edge of a soft grin. “-but I feel just about everything he feels, and vice versa. So I suppose the answer to your question is ‘yes’ , simply put.”
“You feel what the other feels?” It’s somehow both a revelation, and not. They’re tied together in so many other ways, they share an object, they run the breaker box bar together. “You share your senses?”
“Kind of?” Eddie responds this time. “If the feeling is strong enough, or we’re focusing on it-”
“-or we’re touching,” Volt adds helpfully.
“-then yes.” Eddie finishes. “There’s always been some bleed through. We’ve always sorta been able to ‘sense’ one another. But after the reset…”
“-Things became a bit… tangled.” Volt finishes for him.
You hum thoughtfully. Your nails catch the side groove of the breaker box panel as you drag your hands down it. The shuddering breaths you’re rewarded with start making a smile tug at the corners of your lips.
“Oh, I don’t like that look.” Eddie mutters lowly.
“I’m quite curious about it, actually.” Volt counters. His smirk is audible.
“Fascinating,” is all you say before you dart your fingers to the latch of the box. You rub your thumb over it a few times, teasing, before flicking it under the latch and slowly tugging it upwards.
This time, both of them gasp in sync.
“No manifesting physically,” you tell them as you run your nails down the hinges of the breaker box door. “-or taking off any clothes. You can touch each other, but everything stays on until I say so.”
“As you command, livewire.”
Volt’s voice is somehow both teasing and charged, and it alongside the soft throaty noise made by Eddie are enough to spur you on further.
You hook your fingers in the latch to swing the breaker box open, dragging your fingers over the inside of the panel door. You hear a shaky inhale, a swallow. Your heart races in your chest. Where do you even begin?
You lay your hand flat against the inside of the breaker door. Drag it down softly, letting your fingers trace little patterns as you go. Run your fingers under the edge of the door as you turn your head, your other hand finding the edge of the panel in the box that houses the switches. Laying your fingertips at the top of the box, you trace around each of the switches with little twirls of your fingers, grazing the edges of them. You hardly get halfway down the box before the soft sounds of kissing fill your ears. The panting breaths, the soft murmurs in between presses of lips. Your sweet boys just can’t seem to keep their hands to themselves anymore. To know that your touch has them like this, so hot and bothered, so desperate for touch; it’s deliciously addictive.
You leave the main master shut off switch alone -for obvious reasons- but the switches below it are not to be ignored. You aren’t quite sure which to test first.
‘Maybe I could warm them up a bit,’ you think, lightly grazing one of the upper switches. A languid moan answers your touch. You can’t stop the smile tugging at your lips in response. ‘Make them ache for it’
You lightly run your fingertips down the space between the rows of switches, grazing all of them in the process before dragging back up to do it again. Touching them all lightly, then letting your nails catch on the grooves of the switches on occasion. On the next pass back up, you focus on the upper left switch. Thumb it light and teasing, not quite letting it flip over. The shuddering moans they make send shivers through you.
‘What must it feel like?’ You idly wonder as you tease them further. Two switches on, one off, another gently fiddled with before being abandoned to flip another without warning. Moans and gasps cascade over your ears. ‘Do they feel my hands on them? Am I stroking their skin? Tugging their hair?’ Your hands fiddle with two switches on either side of the panel, thumbing them so they move ever so slightly, but not flipping just yet. The stuttered groans you’re rewarded with make you shiver.
You wonder if you could get them to tell you. If you could get them to beg for it.
“Stop teasing,” Eddie groans out between kisses, as though he’s heard your idle thoughts. Something about his voice; the rasp of it as he trades kisses with Volt. Something about it makes you bold.
“And what are you going to do if I don’t, hm?” Your fingers grip another switch, dragging your nail lightly along the edge of it as you toy with it. “What if I want to keep playing just like this? What are you going to do to stop me?”
You don’t know what you expected him to respond with, but the whimper from Eddie’s throat wasn’t one of them.
“Oh, you clever thing-” Volt breathes before he sucks in a breath, his moaning muffled wetly as Eddie cries out again.
“Ah- ah,” Eddie gasps sharply.
‘Oh, Volt must be biting him,’ you think dazedly, flipping the switch you teased before finding another to play with. ‘Eddie only stutters like that when he’s got a mouth on his neck’
It becomes a hazy, almost meditative blur. To touch them, to learn them. Individual breakers flipped on their own offer varied responses, but playing with multiple at once seem to be their gradual undoing.
Three flipped off, then two back on. Another flicked off with a quick press of your thumb before another is caught between your pointer and middle finger and teased into the space between on and off. The small closet you’re in is filled with their noises; ragged gasps and quiet moans and the soft sounds of wet kisses and marks being sucked into skin. You’d almost feel as though you were intruding if not for the way they moan your name as you play with them. The fact that you’re the one doing this to them: that you’re the one who has them groaning into each others mouths, doubtlessly groping each other and grinding into one another, that you’re the one whom they listen to when they beg to take off their clothes and you deny them over and over again.
“This is enough,” you tell them coyly as they plead to touch one another. “Behave yourselves.”
Their moans follow every time you speak. You can hear the way they get more and more debauched, more and more desperate. Your hands work over them for what feels like an age. Until their cries become background noise and your pulse races in your ears and you scrape your nails down the inside of the breaker box door just to hear the way they both shout.
“Can we-” Volt starts again, but he’s cut off with a throaty moan. “Can-?”
“Please let us manifest,” Eddie moans. You hear the sounds of frantic kisses, another soft noise from one of their throats, Eddie’s gasp as he pulls away. “-I can’t fucking take this anymore.”
“I think you’re taking what I give you just fine.” You don’t know what possessed you to say it out loud, and for a moment you regret it the moment it leaves your lips. But Eddie and Volt both moan as though you’ve done something truly filthy to them.
“Let us touch you,” Volt begs on a breath. “-let us be touched by you. Please, livewire.”
You consider what to say next, but you’re distracted. A small flash of black metal at the bottom of the box catches your eye. You don’t know how you hadn’t noticed it before, when your hands were near it. You drag one of your hands down the box slowly as the other hand teases a switch.
The moment your thumb hits the little black latch, you hear the both of them gasp.
“Oh?” You murmur, fiddling with the end of it. It does seem to be a latch, at the very least. “Is this something important to you two?”
“Ah-” Eddie gasps. A swallow chased by a breathy noise. “Uh-”
His stuttering is cute. So nervous. As though you don’t already know where this little latch leads.
“Maybe I should open this up,” you remark cheekily. Thumb rubbing over the latch and the slit in the metal around it. “-to check the actual circuits themselves. You know, just in case.”
“Livewire, d-” Volt starts. He’s cut off by the little ‘click’ of the latch before you swing the panel covering open.
The wiring under the breaker panel that greets you is… disorganized, if functional. Everything is where it should be, sure, but there’s so many cables that have tangled together that it looks almost like a maze. Some white neutral wires drape low from the main breaker with so much slack, others are strung taut like the ground wires. Hot wires -the black ones- creep like vines from various switches, twisting around one another and curl around the corners of the box like they’re attempting to escape. A few of the ports on the sides of the box are empty, while others are crammed tightly with so many wires exiting the box that it looks almost impossible that they all fit. It’s clear that work has been done on this box many times before, maybe by Eddie, or Volt, or both of them.
You wonder, distantly, if the twisted wires hurt. If they feel like knots in Eddie’s back, cricks in Volt’s neck. A low level headache that buzzes in the back of their brains.
You wonder if opening their box like this makes them feel exposed.
“It’s a bit of a mess in here,” you say, as though you don’t hear the both of them panting. You lightly drag your fingertips down a thick red wire. “I did go to vocational school for electrical work for a bit… maybe one day I could-“
Your fingertips bump where the red wire meets the exit port on the breaker box. Volt and Eddie gasp sharply as though you’ve managed to shock them.
“Livewire, please!” Volt cries out first.
“I can’t, I can’t-“ Eddie's voice frays on the words with what sounds like panicked desperation. Volts breath hitches on a gasp, and the sounds of frantic kisses follow. Your head spins from the rush it gives you. Both of their panting moans are ringing in your ears as you thumb the bolt where the wires connect.
“Oh? Are these sensitive?” You playfully rub a bunched few together between your thumb and forefinger. Both Volt and Eddie let out depraved little noises.
‘Makes sense,’ you think idly, toying with it. ‘This is where they connect, really. That sacred bond, I must be right on top of where they’re tied together’
You rub your thumb a bit harder into the metal eyelet in the side before grabbing the two wires leading into it and pinching them together.
“Fuuck,” Eddie hisses in response. Volt’s shuddering breath follows at its heels.
You glance around the interior of the box as you keep tugging gently on the wires between your fingers. There’s a thick bundle of multicolored wires wrapped together against the lower left side of the box. They’re packed tightly towards where they all cram through the exit port on the side of the box. Maybe all the different colors and kinds of wiring they are isn’t safe to mix together like that, maybe it should be concerning even.
You lightly tug on the loose ends, making the wires jerk in the tight chokepoint of the metal eyelet.
Eddie cries out, loud and depraved. Volt makes a whining, desperate, almost whimpering cry of his own. The headrush is back, stronger than ever. The heat of your own desire is threatening to burn through you entirely. To not focus the glasses and manifest them in front of you is almost a challenge you can’t win. You want to see: their sloppy traded kisses, their desperate hands feeling each other up and groping at one another, their clouded eyes and flushed faces and hard, desperate cocks straining through their pants as they grind against one another for relief.
‘But it’s sweeter this way,’ you think as you pant, running your fingers along the bundle of wires and hearing Eddie and Volts aching little whimpers. ‘Let them work for it’
You slip your fingers in between the wires, tugging at them in random little jerking movements. Volt makes a throaty noise you’ve never heard from him before, and Eddie’s answering curse is choked. They’re close, they must be. Poor things must be utterly aching.
You pull your fingers out and start dragging your fingertips up the wires and towards where they’re gathered in the crammed metal eyelet.
You can practically see in your mind's eye when they both realize what’s about to happen.
“It- livewire-“ Eddie warns, but it sounds more like a plea.
“D- the- it-“ Volt stutters nonsensically.
‘Oh, for this to make Volt speechless, it must be…’
You don’t say a word before you move. Gently but firmly, you shove your fingers into the mass of wires just an inch away from the crammed eyelet. You wind wires around your fingers, between them, in your palm, and you squeeze.
“Please! Please, please please,” Eddie whimpers over and over between kisses with Volt. “Oh please-!” Volt is not much better, making inconsolable little whines and sharp noises.
You sharply twist your wrist to press your thumb and fingers into the side of the eyelet. Stroking, pressing, twisting their wires in the tight crowding of the eyelet and letting your nail catch on the edge of it. They both make such beautiful sobbing noises, falling apart under your fingers. Your heart is racing out of your chest. You want them so badly you’re practically shaking. You want to see Eddie’s hazy eyes as you tug his hair, want to see Volt’s calm bravado cast aside as he whimpers for your touch. You want them on their knees clinging to your legs as they beg to come. Fuck, you practically have them there now, even if their forms aren’t manifested. Every shift of your fingers, every graze of the eyelet. You wonder how they’re faring; rutting against one another, desperate for it, so close they must be shaking.
“Please-!” Eddie begs, voice sharp and reedy. “Please I need- please!”
“Let us, make us- live -ah!- livewire, please…” Volt sounds almost intoxicated, slurring and stuttering.
You eye the packed bundle of wires in the eyelet.
“Well,” you say, voice syrupy sweet and low as your fingers tighten on the wires. Their staccato whines and gasps make your skin heat. “-since you both asked so very sweetly…”
You wrap the wires around your fingers again, stroking, touching, letting them gasp for just a few seconds in suspense-
-and tug.
It’s just enough force to yank the wires taut as they follow your hand, make a few wires shift in the eyelet, forcing them a few millimeters into the box as the whole mass of them shifts against each other in your hand.
“Fuck!”
Eddie’s shouted curse is loud, louder than you’ve ever heard him, and it’s still almost lost under the sound of Volt’s cry. You twist the wires wrapped in your hand again and again, not letting up until-
The sounds they make when they start to come are otherworldly.
High-throated, wicked cries that ring in your ears between beautiful breathless gasps. Their voices are downright sinful in their ecstasy. Rocking your fingers between their wires only makes their cries descend into sobs of overstimulated pleasure as you stroke them through it, not letting up for a moment. Shivers run down your spine, fingers tingling, and you’re half worried that perhaps electricity truly is running up your arm but the rest of you is more focused on how good they sound. How they should be overrun like this more often, how you’d give anything to see them ruined at your hands.
Only when they’ve gone quiet do you carefully pull your fingers loose from the wires. They both make little noises at the sensation. You soothe them with a soft sound as you carefully close the breaker boxes panels, covering the wires once more before you close the outer door as well. You run your hand across the outside of the box. They both sigh as you do so. Adjusting the dateviators with your free hand, you step back slightly and focus on the breaker box to materialize them.
They appear slumped together on the floor.
They cling to one another, still trembling. Limbs tangled, heads slumped on top of each other's shoulders. Volt’s hair sparks and jumps where his head lays on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie’s chest shakes with every inhale. You reach for them and get a hand in each of their hair. They both let out breathy little moans when you tug on them, forcing them to look up.
‘Fucking hell…’
They both blink up at you, hazy eyed and flushed down to their chests. Shirts halfway tugged open, bite marks and lovebites littering all over their necks. Volt’s flush is tinged with traces of blue, Eddie’s neck blossoming purple from the fierceness of Volt’s attentions on him. The tears that have left little tracks down their cheeks shine in the low light. They shift, and your eyes are drawn down between them. To the tangle of their legs, the way they’re pressed into one another still.
The dark stains of arousal soaking into their pants. How they finished against one another, still clothed as you asked. They must have come together, you distantly realize as you look down at them. Must have pressed themselves together so tightly and ground themselves into one another, truly desperate for friction when you denied them direct touch over and over again. They spilled together and now they’ve stained each other's pants from their combined mess, and they’re still shaking and they look so beautiful like this. A mess of limbs and come and flushed skin and spilled tears and lovebites and bleary unseeing eyes-
-and they’re yours.
You get down onto the floor with them, sitting up against the wall and raising your arms.
“Come here you two.”
It takes clumsy adjusting of shaking limbs, but they don’t hesitate. They tuck themselves into your shoulders immediately. Idle, shaky lips press into either side of your neck, your collarbones. Eddie is still shivering a bit. Volt’s breath still trembles on your skin. You curl your arms a bit tighter as they recover. The mirrored exhales you get in return warm you.
“Oh livewire,” Volt moans breathily into your neck after a few minutes, when he’s a bit more solid.
You can’t help but giggle.
“That good?”
“More than good,” Eddie sighs into your collarbone. “Thought I was gonna blow a fuse.”
“At least one light shattered somewhere,” Volt murmurs. His fingers trace little jagged patterns into your sternum. “‘Felt it shatter right before…” he shivers.
“Just couldn’t help yourselves?” You tease lightly.
Both of them groan lightly at that, shaking their heads weakly.
“Not a chance,” Eddie admits.
“We’ll apologize to whomever’s light shattered.” Volt promises, but even then, he sounds so tired that you wonder just how long that may be.
“Later, boys.” You kiss Volt's forehead, then Eddie’s, pulling them both closer, and they tuck themselves away into your neck happily. Sighing as their hands meet on your chest and their fingers tangle together.
Always together.
‘Oh yes. Much, much later’