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Adult Stories About Tomax and Xamot	By : bloodredsky8 Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 1972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A dopamine addled Tomax receives a surprise visitor at night who came for a meaningless tryst and perhaps more.. Occurs during the events of Committed on my fanfiction.net short story collection about the twins. In that story, Xamot nearly drowns in an icy river, whereas Tomax becomes imprisoned in an asylum. 3 PLUS, MF
Tomax was sitting up in bed when he heard the door slowly opening. Someone came in and shut the door behind them. It was dark in the room; he had no concept of time, shut in as he was, but he figured it was the middle of the night. He waited serenely, eyes closed, waiting for the visitor to approach.
His eyes snapped open as he received a flash of recognition via his gift. Pythona glared down dangerously. She was an old rival of their mentors. Back when he and his brother were younger and more impressionable, they thought that meant 'wrong' but now it all seemed as meaningless as competing sports teams striving to win for the sake of winning. Only The Brothers of Light appeared to be true and virtuous beings in this world, yet even they were susceptible to small vices. -Small steps down the road to corruption. There was never animosity between Pythona and the brothers, yet she was still a threat..for she had the ability to resist them -barely- and now she caught him at his most vulnerable. He was alone, cut off from his brother, extended family and power objects. He was brought down, humiliated, imprisoned in an asylum.
"Come to gloat? -Put me out of my misery?" Tomax asked wryly, shooting her a quick look of mischief before dropping his eyes in his characteristic way of playing the composed, monk-like guru.
Pythona leaned closer to him. She had just come in from the cold night. He could feel the chill coming off her skin and smell the night air mingled with her sweat. She was a genetic anomaly, -just like them- yet she was made, not born. Perhaps she was modeled after a mythological race almost died out who mingled DNA with modern humans, such as the lizard people. Her eyes were elliptical and reptilian; she was in cahoots with two others who were a mix of human and beast and who fancied themselves as modern prophets.
Like The Brothers of Light, they were in the business of self-aggrandizing and pushing their own faith. Tomax smirked at the thought, though uncomfortably self-aware, but then he took comfort in how they could never work together. Their values were too different. He and his brother rather liked people and tried to help them in good faith. Pythona and her ilk saw modern humans as being like a plague on the earth who needed to be culled. The one thing that united them was how people who weren't immediately enthralled by them were instead suspicious of them and their paranormal abilities. Some had accused the brothers of being demons or Kenites, even within the walls of their sanctuary. While it was true they had, at times, broken bread with some of the most vile slime that had crawled or oozed across the earth (not always willingly, but who were they to turn away those seeking guidance?), they hadn't actually rubbed shoulders with the devil himself. -So demons or Kenites they were not.
If one really had to know, they were a lucky genetic throw of the dice, coming from nothing, the offspring of a sailor and a whore with the former long gone out of their lives before they were ever born. Long story laughably short...they had been exiled on a farm as children, -before being sold to the Unione Corse- then later self-exiled to their remote sanctuary surrounded by farm land for many years up until just recently. -Funny how things moved in cycles....
"Were you sleeping?" Pythona asked, interrupting his musings, "I see you have them turning this would-be prison into a luxury hotel."
It was true. Tomax had only been there a few days, but staff and visitors treated him like a local celebrity. They expressed their adoration by bringing him sweets and vanities from outside. Nonetheless, they were hesitant to touch or come near him. "I was content to be swept into waking dreams," he said, then glanced to the left where a hand was cuffed to a sidebar on the bed. "They don't quite trust me yet."
Tomax dropped his eyes and folded his hands the best he could, restrained as he was. Pythona looked on in amusement. He was revealing how the brothers worked their game, putting on an air of tranquility to get her to trust him. His true calling was to be a formidable leader, and he could project that when he wanted to, -his voice ringing over the multitude of followers- but he also aimed to please people...give them what they wanted. She appreciated this subservient side of him.
"You've left the reservation," Pythona noted, "How long do you expect them to let you live?"
"Through it all, we live on," Tomax replied cryptically, "Xamot was submerged in the icy river for an hour. Miraculously, our disciples were able to pull him out and revive him. Now I must wait for him to recover his strength so he can try to communicate with me..and find me. We need to plan our next move, and I'm in a terrible position to do anything. I don't know where I am, and I can't get it from the staff. It's very strange..they act as if they don't know, and I know I could get it from them if they'd just approach me.."
A realization hit him, and he became exasperated at his lazy complacency. He should be bored out of his face and trying harder to charm the people around him into unwittingly helping him escape, yet once Xamot had been pulled safely out of danger, he had started treating this whole ordeal like a vacation. He had been content to sit and meditate in comfort while a constant revolving door of visitors attended to his every need. It wasn't much different from how his life had been of late, except that now he was seen as a criminal monstrosity people couldn't help but be fascinated by.
Meanwhile Xamot, ever in tune with his mortal saliency, surely had ice water flowing through his veins, even under the care of their most trusted disciples. If only he could send him some of his radiant warmth as he relaxed in his state of inner peace....
"Come back to me, Tomax," Pythona said, "God damn..I remember now. You were always the spacy one, and your brother was the foaming at the mouth zealot."
Tomax realized he had been slipping into a trance-like state. Maybe he was more tired than he thought, but he hadn't been doing much these last couple of days to exhaust him, held up as he was. Both felt the aura of psychic energy surrounding him, along with a pleasant herbal lime scent from a nice shampoo an admirer had brought him.
"Well, how about it?" Tomax said, shaking his restraint, "Are you going to get rid of this and get me out of here, or what?"
Pythona laughed. It was Xamot's responsibility to come and snap the other side of that cuff to his own wrist and lead him out like a possession so that they could flee to the next delusion of safety and freedom. She wasn't going to help him escape, but she did come to help in a freakishly roundabout way she wouldn't cop to.
She leaned over and kissed him, running her fingers through his hair and over his rough, scarred cheek. Tomax moaned with pleasure, wincing at the feel of her sharp nails. When she broke it off, he whispered, "Please take care. They'd ask questions if they saw me scratched up in the morning."
Pythona straddled him in response, digging her fingers into his robe but then making an effort to be more gentle touching the skin beneath. Tomax gave a sigh of pure bliss. He craved the contact and would have welcomed the smallest bit of intimacy, -even a pat on the hand- these many hours and days he was suffering and separated from his soul twin. Prior visitors had maintained a safe distance, drawing back as if from a near burn if he reach out. Now here she was covering him..strong, muscular, perfect, half-naked in a skin-tight outfit leaving nothing to the imagination. He could just see her reptilian eyes staring intensely at him through the darkness. He wrapped his free arm around her and ran his fingers up and down her back, then around to a full breast. He tried to take his mind away because he was becoming aroused too quickly, already having felt orgasmic from merely being touched by another person. Perhaps saying something would help? "This would be better with two hands," He gasped, giving a nipple a squeeze.
Pythona chucked and pulled her cape off in response. She worked herself out of her skin tight outfit, held his free hand down and filled his mouth with tiddy. Tomax eagerly worked his tongue around her hard nipple while she cried out in delight. It didn't take long before she yanked up his robe and had him thrusting urgently into her. Both gasped in ecstasy..him grunting somewhat painfully as she rode him roughly and forgot to be mindful of the nails.
As he was taken to the brink, Tomax's breath quickened and he grimaced in that telltale way. Even after he came, he kept moving under Pythona, who was getting there herself. -But then the air around them started taking on an unusual chill. Tomax's eyes gleamed in an eerily supernatural way and darted around, wildly confused.
"Hello Xamot," Pythona purred with amusement, "Glad to see I have your attention as well."
She took her pleasure from both at the same time, as Xamot was present and staring turbulently through Tomax's eyes. At the same time, Tomax was given in to the sensations, ecstatic over vividly reconnecting with his brother over the long distance of separation. His body unconsciously writhed in submission, which made Xamot furious, as if he were to have his way, he would have pushed her right off and tried to get the upper hand. At the very least, he was able to communicate his aggression by forcing them to feel the chill in the air, to force them to feel what he was still feeling in his core after almost drowning in the icy depths of the river. It took a long time for Xamot/Tomax to orgasm a second time, as Xamot's body was weak and still partially numb. "Why are you doing this?" Xamot hissed, voice weak and trembling but coming across incensed and aggressive nonetheless.
"Hmmm...lets see," Pythona explained, "You sexually assaulted your mind-controlled disciples and managed to spawn, and then when things got the least bit challenging, you trashed your own temple. People could have been killed, and I'm surprised none were. Infecting the world with the antics of you psychopathic clown twins might do more for our cause than we could ever imagine. Look into my mind, Xamot. Do you know where I am? Come get him!"
Recognition flashed in Xamot/Tomax's eyes, and they winced at the insult. Just after, they let out a sharp sob of agony and went still. The warmth entered back into the room, and though a sweaty Tomax appeared relaxed and dopamine addled, his free arm tightened around Pythona's back. "Stay," he demanded, wordlessly promising a night of constant pleasure wrapped in his embrace.
"Not this time," she replied, struggling a bit and managing to break free.
Tomax gave her a long, impassive look. She had just used him like a punk and was about to leave him lying in his own filth, but he wouldn't bother responding with so much as a doleful look or long-suffering sigh. There would be no hard feelings, as it was his own fault for getting into this situation to begin with, he supposed. The Brothers of Light were used to getting what they wanted, yet it didn't always work out that way. What a world...but it was what it was, what's there to do? Seemingly unperturbed, he covered himself and shifted onto his side, trying to make himself as comfortable as possible when an arm was still shackled to the side of the bed. Pythona departed.
Tomax soon dozed contentedly. Separate him from his twin soul-mate for too long, and Xamot might go mad. Xamot in his position shut in might beat his head into the wall, frustrated, but Tomax was content for the time being to slip into a deep meditation where he, though denied the physical, could experience a reconnection of their entwined souls, together forever.
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