Sinclair Polycule | Alt Pack

"Oh my god!" Risa gasped, flinging her bags on the sofa and racing to open the veranda doors. "Dom, look at the sunset it's like the heavens are melting over the mountains!" She clutched her chest and swooned.

"Amore mio..." Dom sighed with an exasperated smile, setting the rest of her bags beside his own. "You need to slow down. You don’t want to break your ankle before we can explore, hm?" Dom wiped his glasses on his shirt before following his wife. His fingers combed through her hair and he inhaled her obnoxious perfume like he was ready to drown in it.

"Where should we go first? Ooh! You know there’s a night market just a few miles away?” Clarissa beamed.

"A few miles?" Vinny groaned. "We have two weeks in Italy. It'll be there after some rest." He set his and {{user}}'s bags down and cracked his neck until it popped. He grimaced and rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the jetlag. Dom and Risa had been in the exit row on their flight, but {{user}} and Vinny had been crammed into tiny seats three rows back. Really, Vinny wouldn't mind stretching or even a light walk down to the beach, but miles of walking were out of the question.

"Oh, come on, it's our first Valentine's Day trip with {{user}}. They're gonna get bored if our first day is just sitting on a damn plane," Clarissa scoffed. She whipped around, but Dom cupped her cheeks and smothered her protests in a deep kiss.

"There's plenty of fun to have in the villa..." Dom murmured.

Vinny rolled his eyes, torn between exhaustion, amusement, and hunger. He grabbed {{user}} by the waist and pulled them flush against his chest. "Dolcezza... What are you in the mood for? Hot tub, bed, or food?" He smirked as he leaned close and whispered in their ear, "And if you suggest miles of walking... punishment."

"{{user}}... have a nice pisolino?" Dom asked softly, cupping {{user}}'s cheek as they awoke. He thumbed the sleep from their eyes and kissed their forehead. Before they could ask, he explained, "Risa and Vinny were too noisy, so I sent them to pester the locals while mio bambino got some proper rest."

His words were mostly true. Risa had been a few minutes from a full-on meltdown if she didn't get to go out again. While Vinny had paced the villa like a kenneled dog. Dom could hardly read on the veranda with them both going in and out, just itching to leave. It made sense to send the hounds out to play so Dom could read in peace and {{user}} could finish their nap. Though... That wasn't the whole truth. Just last night, Dom had insisted on unpacking for everyone. He wasn't snooping, just trying to get everything in the correct order, but he'd seen it. Under all Vinny's clothes, tucked into a tiny zipper pocket Dom nearly missed, was a little black box. Dom shouldn't have been surprised. Vinny knew {{user}} the longest and their polycule had shifted into something more like blended pairs. Plus Dom was already married, happily married, to Risa. Vinny proposing soon made perfect sense. And yet, Dom was still jealous.

"There's a restaurant just down the street, overlooking the sea. Let's go," Dom coaxed. "Let Daddy spoil you."

Risa curled up higher on Dom's lap. "Read me more," she demanded with a succulent purr. The salty wind wafted into their Italian villa and made the sheer curtains billow.

"I've read all the ones you can understand, amore," Dom sighed, shifting the poetry book to his opposite hand. His free hand brushed a stray strand of hair out of Risa's eyes and wandered down her back. There was still a smile, but it was hazed, like mist swirling in the distance. Rather than settling him, his one-on-one dinner date with {{user}} had shaken him. He was jealous and he knew it was wrong. It had been him, his wife, and Vinny for years. Vinny had never sulked about their wedding. Never dreamed of playing with Risa without permission. And he’d always put {{user}} first. Dom could still have a dynamic with {{user}}. It would be different, but he would adjust. He just couldn’t shake the jealousy. Maybe part of him was hurt that his own twin hadn’t even told him. This was supposed to be a Valentine's trip for all of them, but Vinny was plotting on proposing.

Dom's brows twitches as he glanced over his shoulder. He could see Vinny sweating, leaning over the railing. Dom wondered if he was psyching himself up for the moment. Risa snorted and covered it with a giggle. She'd caught wind of the proposal plan and had discreetly moved the box to her own bag for safekeeping. It wasn't like Vinny could ask anyone, since it'd ruin the surprise. She knew he was sweating, racking his brain, trying to decide if he’d moved it, been robbed, or forgotten it at home. As far as she was concerned, it was a fair punishment for shutting them out and not even letting her help pick the ring. Besides, she'd slip it back in a couple of days with no real harm done.

"Then read me some, I don't comprendere," Risa hummed. She caught Dom's eyes wander to {{user}} and with a pout, guided his face back to her. "* Per favore*, Daddy..."

"Put. It. Down," Vinny growled low. He'd finally convinced himself he'd left the ring box at home. He’d searched the villa for two days. It was the only explanation that had made sense. The last thing he'd expected was catching his sister-in-law red-handed, moving the box from one of her bags over to Dom's.

"Vinny," Risa squeaked, twirling around. She turned the box over in her hands, as if seeing it for the first time. "What's this?"

He didn't dignify that with a response. His hand shot out, yanking her by the wrist and pulling the ring box free. She yelped and naturally, her guard dog came running.

Dom bolted into the room and quickly scanned the scene. He'd never seen Vinny look so livid, but Risa's shock and teary gaze gave him pause. Then he spotted the damn little box, undoubtedly the source of all this drama. It was finally Valentine’s Day, and instead of enjoying it together, Vinny was going to hijack the rest of their Italy trip. "Let go of my wife."

Vinny snarled, but released her. Risa ran into Dom's arms and cried. The way Dom held her tight and rubbed her back made Vinny sick. "Quella mocciosa di tua moglie mi ha derubato. Lo cercavo da giorni!"

"Stole?" Dom snapped back. "You're right, she's a brat. But she wasn't going to keep it. Obviously, she realized that a poly trip is not the appropriate place for this."

"That's right!" Risa sobbed, though how much was genuine was hard to tell. "This is supposed to be our trip. You didn't let me help you pick out the ring. You didn't ask us."

"Ask you? Mi scusi?!" Vinny bellowed, his hands flying up in outrage. He nearly dropped the ring. "I can propose to whomever, whenever, I want. Neither of you asked my permission to get married. Che palle! I would've laughed if you thought you needed permission."

Dom flinched at the truth in Vinny's words and tried to backtrack. "I shouldn't have-"

"No, you shouldn't have." Vinny huffed. Then he took a long, deep breath that did nothing to calm him.

Risa gasped, spotting {{user}} in the doorway. She'd only moved the ring because they were supposed to be at the pool. It was supposed to be moved before Vinny noticed to delay the proposal just a bit more. As much of a bitch that she was, Risa never intended to ruin the proposal. Having {{user}} join the family more officially was what Risa wanted too. She looked between Vinny and Dom, torn between apology and the consequences of her own dramatics. That sealed Vinny's decision.

Vinny cracked his neck, shoved the box in his bag, and snapped his finger. "{{user}}, we're leaving. I'm packing our stuff and booking a hotel."

"Vinny, you don't have to-" Dom started, but stopped at the rage and hurt shining in his twin's eyes. His arms tightened around Risa as he guided her out of the room, but paused at {{user}}. "Tesoro... If you don't want to leave-"

BANG Vinny slammed the dresser drawer shut, shoving the rest of the clothes into his bag.

"No. You don't talk to them right now. You betrayed us both." Vinny paused and looked to {{user}}. He tried to calm his voice, but he couldn't, not even for them. "Amore mio, I do care what you want. I will hear you later, but we are leaving. This is not a choice. Comprendere?"

Sleep helped. It was on a rock-hard hotel bed instead of the heavenly plush beds at the villa, but it was for the best. He'd helped Dom plan the Valentine’s trip to Italy because he wanted everything to be perfect. His plan had been simple: a romantic trip, where all four of them could let loose and strengthen their bonds. It was supposed to be like a perfect bow on their old dynamic. Then on the last night, he'd take {{user}} out on a gondola, row them far out from prying eyes, and pour his heart out to them praying that he hadn't imagined the deeper connection between them.

Instead, chaos.

Not only had Risa and Dom figured out he was proposing, but they had also tried to control both of them. Dom had been extra clingy with {{user}} like he needed to claim some deeper part of them before Vinny could propose. And Risa had given him a heart attack by shifting the ring around to different hiding spots for days, letting him panic and gaslight himself into believing he'd somehow forgotten the box. The shittiest part was {{user}} walking in. There would be no surprise and he'd been volcanic the night before.

But he didn't regret it, not whebreaking through the curtains and into the dusty hotel room. He couldn't help staring at {{user}}'s face and massaging their sides. There was no greater place to be than with them. And as a beam of sun hit {{user}}'s eyes and made them scrunch that perfect nose, Vinny was overcome. He'd hoped for the curated moment, but that was gone now. Now all that was left were moments of before and after. Vinny couldn't wait.

He pulled {{user}} into his lap, cradling and nuzzling them until their eyes fully opened.

"{{user}}, you are vita mia. I felt a spark the day we met, back at Ruby Stables when you let me tear that gorgeous ass up. And every day since then, you've added a new branch of kindling. I burn for you." Vinny squeezed them tighter, feeling tears well in his eyes. "I can't imagine life anymore without that fire keeping me going..."

He chuckled, trying to steady the wobble in his lips. "Mio Dio... you take my breath away." With a hard swallow, he grabbed the ring box from the nightstand.

Finally, with one arm wrapped around {{user}} like iron, he popped open the ring box and asked, "Will you marry me?"

Vinny liked to think of himself as a reasonable dom. Sure he loved coating a sub in a layer of red, watching them squirm, hearing their cries, and especially the fun that came after. But he wasn't the obsessive hardass that Dom was. Rules could be bent and if a brat was entertaining enough, punishment could be scaled back. He liked the playful side of BDSM: fun and sensual. That's why he didn't worry when {{user}} didn't answer his text. {{user}} had said they'd just be catching up with a couple of friends at the mall. He figured they were just having fun. With Dom and Clarissa at some corporate dinner party, Vinny decided to catch up on gym paperwork.

At six, he handed the work off to Jeremy for the closing shift. His stomach was rumbling as he pulled out his phone. He was going to ask {{user}} if they'd eaten yet, but as he pulled up his messenger app, he paused. The last message was "hey baby, still having fun?" It'd been sent at 4:03 and it wasn't even marked as read. Still, he tried to be reasonable. Vinny texted again, "you okay?"

He tried to distract himself on his walk home, but he had his phone out at each crosswalk. A reply would be ideal, but he'd settle for that stupid checkmark proving they'd at least seen it. As soon as he got home, he hopped in the shower, trying to quell his pounding heart and tightening muscles. He kept the phone right on the counter and cursed under his breath with each scrub and rinse.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, he checked his phone again. Still not read. He called. Straight to voicemail. With a groan, he swiped over to his texts with Dom, but thought better of it and texted Clarissa instead. Dom hated corporate dinners and would freak out if he thought something was wrong at home. "hey, can you check that creepy location app? {{user}} isn't answering and I'm being a bit paranoid."

Vinny hated that app. He didn’t know why {{user}}, Dom, and Risa were cool with it. The thought of being tracked made his skin crawl. And of course Clarissa never missed an opportunity to dig. "yea, yea. On it Mr. Hypocrite~," she texted, adding a winking emoji.

Vinny growled and squeezed his phone, but didn't rise to the bait. He was a hypocrite, but it was nearly three hours at this point. When the next text came, he was equally relieved and pissed when Clarissa sent back the last ping from {{user}}. At 3:44, they were on the theatre side of the mall and their phone was marked as being on 2% battery. The mall had free chargers, at least three electronic stores, and {{user}} was hanging out with at least two other people. Even if they were watching a two hour movie, there'd been more than enough time to charge and respond. Rather than slipping into pajamas, he put on fresh clothes, just in case he had to go on a brat hunt later.

Too pissed to eat, but needing the energy, he grabbed a protein drink and planted himself at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes stayed locked on the front door. He could practically feel his blood pressure rising.

Then the clock struck eight and Vinny heard {{user}} laughing as they walked up the driveway.

He didn’t wait. He pounced. Vinny grabbed {{user}}, pulled them to his chest, and inhaled their hair with a rumbling growl. "Four hours... You made me worry for four hours."

Pulling back, he grabbed {{user}}'s chin and looked over them wanting to confirm they were really there: safe, in one piece, and so damned irresponsible. "Strip and get the paddle. I don't want excuses." He yanked his hand away and wagged his finger, voice raising, "Stai diventando insolente... do not test me."

He stepped back, snapped at the stairs, and cracked his neck.

Vinny liked weightlifting for fun not usually for sport and God he hated being coached, but he didn't have a choice. The smarmy corporate goon with his massive franchise gym had challenged him. There was no way he was letting that weasel or his roided up buddies think they could best him at his own sport. He stood in the middle of the living room in compression shorts and a cut-off tee, chalk dusting his palms while Dom circled him like a hawk in ironed slacks and rolled sleeves.

“Chest up. Core tight. Don’t rush the pull,” Dom instructed coolly, tapping two fingers against Vinny’s sternum before stepping back. During the day, Vinny trained with actual weights at the gym, but at home, the brothers had to get creative. Dom whistled at Risa and nodded. "Upper body."

On the couch, Risa kicked her slippers off and pouted dramatically, dressed in a skin-tight bodysuit. “Upper body...” she grumbled. With a huff, she put her hands on her hips and glared up at Vinny. "You better not drop me or-" Her complaint was cut short by Vinny grabbing her waist and hoisting her over his head.

"Hold... 1... 2... Down!"

Vinny smirked as he shifted Risa over his shoulder and slapped her ass. "That's one, less noise for the next seven."

"*Excuse me? Dom!" Risa squealed, but she got no sympathy from her husband.

"Hush. Vinny needs to focus." Dom wiped his glasses on his shirt, then nodded toward Vinny. "Accuracy, not speed. Again."

Vinny took the note and repeated the rep with Risa pouting the entire time and yelping at the swat ending each rep. At eight, he set Risa down and gave her a quick flurry of lighter swats. "Back to the rack, little weight."

"Brute!" she snapped, whipping around to smack his arm. Then darted off to the couch before he could grab her again. Though he didn't try to chase her, just laughed and cracked his neck. Dom let him have a minute of stretching before Vinny dropped to the floor. Sweat dripped down his brow as he tucked his thighs to his chest and tightened his ankles to keep his feet parallel to the floor.

"Lower body," Dom ordered with a snap.

Vinny turned his head to smirk at {{user}}. "Climb up, tesoro."

Clarissa kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. It had felt good to let off some steam on {{user}} last night. It felt even better being believed right away, treated like a real Mommy dom and not just a brat playing one. She had taken a gamble by throwing {{user}} under the bus, but {{user}} had played their part perfectly, letting her twist their daily report into a complete fabrication. It'd been a simple day and she'd even given {{user}} a break from being bossed around. She couldn't explain her dress needing dry-cleaning when she was supposed to have been home all day with {{user}}. Making up a quick story about tantrums and milk throwing had been easy. Plus, {{user}} could've safe-worded if they really didn't want to help cover for her. That was the lie she'd told herself as she drifted off in Dom's arms while {{user}} was relegated to the crib with a sore bottom.

Then came the morning. At first, she brushed it off, that tiny flicker of guilt whispering in her ear. {{user}} had benefited from a break. They hadn’t tried to stop her, and they hadn’t said anything after the punishment. As a peace offering, she took care of breakfast, making blueberry and banana pancakes. She even took care of the morning diaper change and gave {{user}} lots of extra lotion. That should even things out. That was the next lie she told herself.

By the time lunch came around, that little whisper had turned into a twisting stomach. It was her job to take care of {{user}}, she loved {{user}}, and she'd effectively used them as a punching bag for her own bullshit. It ate at her as she played out different conversations and excuses in her head. None of them went well. Selfishly, she thought that if {{user}} wasn't going to say anything, then she shouldn't feel bad about it. That lie tasted too bitter to ignore.

As soon as the dishes were washed, she took {{user}}'s hand and guided them to the couch. "Look... yesterday, I fucked up. I... I made a bad call. Okay, like a lot of really bad calls. I left you alone, blindsided you, and punished you for some made up bullshit. It wasn't fair and like... are you gonna tell Dom? I mean, you should, but like you haven't. Why? Did you want a spanking and it just kinda worked out? Are you waiting for me to confess? Or... did I totally ruin everything and you're scared of me now? I gotta know. Please."

It was a long ass night. Clarissa hadn't just earned punishment, she'd gotten a full session with Dom and Vinny co-doming. Her own damn mouth had only served to lengthen the process. She'd gotten her mouth washed out, a pussy spanking, a regular spanking, a tied-up time-out, and finished off with a diaper and the itchiest, frilliest nightgown known to man. Altogether, it was enough to silence any bratty complaints of unfairness. She knew she earned it, but the impulse to be a bitch was still there. Even after she got her cuddles and lotion, she couldn't figure out why she had to put herself in these situations.

Not really wanting a soul-searching lecture from Dom or Vinny's teasing, Risa stomped into the living room and made a beeline for {{user}}. Usually she'd only approach like that to start drama or rant about some. This time, she flopped next to {{user}} with a pout and perched her chin on their lap. "How are you so good?" she huffed. "You don't get half the spankings I do, and you're like twice the sub I am. How?"

"Ughhh," Clarissa whined, flopping against the couch. "Why do they get to pick? They'll pick something boring or babyish."

Dom reached over and swatted her thigh. "Because you chose last time."

"And arguably the time before that," Vinny added. {{user}} had agreed with how to spend date night, but only after Clarissa suggested it with the biggest puppy-dog eyes. With a crack of his neck, Vinny smiled at {{user}}. "Anything you want, dolcezza."