"A pool, huh?" Boris smirks and snakes his arm around me. I frown, "Off. Get your arm off of me before I remove your tail from your body."

 Slowly but surely his arm slithers back to his side. The twins pull on my arms with an almighty force and grin. "Yeah~!" They sing as they pull in a rhythmic manner; Dum, Dee, Dum, Dee. "The pool, big bro, let's go to a pool!~"

 "W- Wait, y- you're too fast--" 

It seemed like we were at a pool -- at the amusement park? -- in a matter of seconds. Dee and Dum can run fast as fuck when they want to. Keep that in mind, Alex. You probably can't out run them. Wait, why would I ever need to outrun them?! Ah, yes, it's because they're obsessed with you. Good going, Alex.

"The amusement park has a pool?" I glanced over to Boris, who (along with Pierce) had caught up to the twins and myself. He took deep breaths, "Y- Yeah," He answered. "Ah~ I'm so tired."

 Just when the twins had let my hands go (fuck yeah, I'm free!), Boris grabs onto my right hand and pulls me away from the twins and Pierce. The twins let out an outraged "No fair!" And Pierce, the poor boy, looks like he's going to cry at the fact that he's been left alone with Dee and Dum.

"W- Where are you taking me?" I shout over the wind. Boris's grip on my hand tightened as he continued to pull me through the crowd of faceless people. I don't know why he was pulling so hard though. It's not like I could get lost. All he had to do was shout 'yO PUT YOUR HAND UP IF yOU GOTTA FACE' and he'd find me.

All Boris said was "Swimsuits!"

 sigh.

We stood infront of a shop selling swimwear and other swimming items, such as floats, water guns, beach balls, etc. Boris turned to me. "Alright, let's get you some trunks!"

"W- Wait, we're here for me?" I wasn't planning on going in the pool. I had just wanted to dip my feet in it. Boris tilts his head to the side. "Yeah? You said you wanted to go to the pool, right?"

"I wasn't planning on going in." He blinks, evidently confused. "I was going to push you all in and then run back home."

 Boris's ears flop down and his tail swishes in all directions. He doesn't say anything, but his squinted eyes and pout say it all.  I can't help but think he looks cute when he's upset. Only a little.

I bought a pair of trunks-- We made quite the commotion, I hit Boris after he held up a risqué bikini saying ''wear this for me later'' and something like "we'll come here alone, but not to swim~". 

I'd slipped into a changing room when he wasn't looking to put on said trunks. At least, I thought he wasn't looking. Just a few minutes after I had put the trunks on, I hear the curtain move slightly. A pair of hands attach themselves onto my hips, and I get pulled back and crash into Boris's chest.

"May I ask what you're doing?" We keep eye contact through the mirror that's infront of us. Boris smirks against my neck. "Punishment for being so mean earlier~"

I blink, "What are you-- what the fuck --!"

With one hand holding my arms together behind my back, the other hand holding my chin, forcing me to look at the mirror -- look at him -- Boris bites my neck and begins sucking. My face flushes scarlet. He's giving me a hickey.  What the fuck is he doing? He's got me restrained and he's sucking on my neck. My cheeks are pinker than his hair. I look away; keeping eye contact with him feels impossible.

To this, Boris sucks harder and bites my neck; seems like he's telling me to look at him. Like hell I'd do that. This was embarrassing as fuck. The fact that it felt good made it worse. 

The red on my face deepens when I realise he's grinding against me-- holy shit. The sound of his sucking and the faint sound of moans filled my ears; I hoped to God no one could hear us, but with Boris being so loud that wasn't a possibility. I glance over to the mirror and he's still looking at me. Boris's gold eyes are locked onto my body. Goddammit, with the way he's looking at me, I feel like a cornered mouse. So this is how Pierce feels, huh?

My eyes widen. 

Fuck. Pierce, Dum, Dee-- They're going to see it. They're going to see the hugeass red mark on my neck. And holy shit, the twins, I don't even want to attempt to imagine their reaction.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when Boris's tongue flicks over a certain spot on my neck, a little to the side of the mark he'd just created. It's not like this is the first hickey I've had; past partners have made me more than aware that that particular spot on my neck is sensitive, as well as my ears.

I unconsciously let out a shaky breath.

"Here?" Boris whispers into my ear. I gulped; my ears were just as sensitive as that  goddamn area on my neck-- though I don't think he realised. But damn, was his voice always so deep and smooth?

Boris had noticed I'd tensed momentarily and took that to his full advantage. Both my toes and fingers were curling, and Boris found that as the perfect opportunity to lace his hand with one of mine.

"B- Boris--" Holy shit that felt good. That spot was the spot, my weakness, and he'd managed to find it. "Fuck, Boris--" I pant. I couldn't even form sentences, which was bad, because I was trying to tell him to stop. I bit my lip; don't moan, don't moan, don't moan.

At this rate I was going to get a hard on, which was a big no. I needed to do something, and fast. I opened my eyes, which I'd closed at some point, and did the first thing I could think of. 

I pulled his tail.

Immediately Boris hissed and sprung away from me. Thank God. A little more grinding and attacking on my sensitive areas, and I would've melted into his hands. Paws. Whatever he calls them.

I looked at the mirror as Boris straightened out his tail and muttered how I "ruined the fun". The crook of my neck was almost completely red. Great. There's no way I could hide this.

"Alex," Boris whines. "Why'd you hit me?"

"Boris," I mimic his tone. "Why'd you suddenly think it was alright to give me a hickey?"

He frowns, ears flopped down. "It's fine, isn't it? I mean it's not like you didn't like it."

"That's not the point." I cross my arms. My face was still red, and I was still embarrassed as fuck. "You were attempting to bone me in public, Boris. Faceless people may not have eyes, but they have ears, and I swear to God, if I hear any rumours about what just happened l will cut your tail off."

I heard him gulp and clutch his tail. We leave the what will now be called Changing Room of Sexual Memories. I sigh as we walk to wherever the pool was. "This mark is huge. There's no way I can hide it. The twins are going to kill you, y'know?"

Boris freezes. 

"Shit."

And Papa Julius will be so ashamed of me... But then again, he knew my sister was fucking almost everyone, so it's fine if I come home with a couple of love bites, right? 

"They're going to kill you," I sung as we walked. Faceless people gave me odd stares, you wouldn't think they'd be able too, without the eyes and all, but I could see the judgment. Boris huffs. "You don't think I can take them?"

I smirk. "I think you're gonna get your ass kicked." But then again, maybe I will too. Big brother let someone else touch him first-- The twins would not at all be happy with that.

"Your doubt weakens me." He clutches the area near his hea-- clock. Near his clock. 

We get to a pool, at long last. I was starting to doubt whether or not Wonderland even had one. I look past the faceless people at the pool and see Pierce being harassed by two men with water guns. One with long hair, one with short. Pierce, upon noticing me, screams, "ALEX!"

The two men turn around and-- WHAT THE FUCK. I know those faces. 

Man A with long hair had very familiar blue eyes, whereas Man B had familiar red eyes.

They both had the same voice.

"BIG BROOO!!"

Holy shit, today was full of surprises.