Page 17 of The Chameleon

“Well, boys, you’re now in your mid-twenties.” More cheers from the crowd. “Five more years of being able to party all night without a hangover and being able to sneeze without pulling your back.” The crowd laughed. “But all joking aside, I’m so proud of the young men you have both become. Seeing you grow and discover who you are over the years, watching that confidence and self-awareness grow, has been one of the greatest joys of my life. And even though you both drive me nuts with that creepy twin thing you do…”

“What creepy thing?” the twins interrupted, answering in unison.

More laughter.

“Yes,thatcreepy thing. I have to say thatLa Maison de Mwould not be the same without you both. Happy birthday, and I love you both.” Matteo grabbed a glass of champagne from a tray Levi was carrying and raised it in honor of the birthday boys.

Both boys jumped from their chairs and ran to give Matteo a big hug.

Struggling to breathe between their grips, Matteo did his best to fight off the tears that were threatening to make an appearance. These guys were his family. His parents may bedead, and he had no other living relatives, but these boys, right here, were his family. And fuck did he love all the little pains in the ass.

“We love you too, M,” both boys whispered, giving Matteo the tightest hug he had ever received.

He squeezed them both, spilling some of his champagne down Anders’s back. The boy barely flinched.

Matteo pulled away. “Okay. Now. Since it’s your birthday, and this isLa Maison de M, I got you both a little gift. Sit,” Matteo ordered, gesturing to the chairs and taking a step back.

The lights dimmed, and heroic music began to play over the speakers.

The crowd cheered, and the twins began to bounce in their seats like excited little puppies. Six-foot-three puppies.

From the other side of the room, a man in a skintight leather outfit and a hood over his head swung down onto the stage, landing right in front of Gunnar.

Gunnar’s mouth dropped open, and his face lit up.

“I hear it’s your birthday,” the buff leather dude wearing a Green Arrow costume announced, smirking down at the stunned birthday boy.

“Ho-ly shit,” Gunnar gasped, staring up at his hero and the object of several of his fantasies, according to Anders. He nodded his head in response.

Anders let out an excited cheer, slapping his brother’s back and squeezing his bicep.

“New material for the spank bank, eh, brother?” Anders teased, watching how excited his brother was.

From behind Anders, another muscular man, this one wearing a Sailor Moon costume, came strutting up behind him, only to drop himself into Anders’s unsuspecting lap.

“I hear you’re the bigger one,” the man announced, rubbing his ass into Anders’s crotch, then leaning back against the younger brother.

“Ho-ly fuck balls,” Anders gasped, eyes beaming as he stared at his favorite character as well.

Matteo smirked. It took a little bit of sleuthing, but when he discovered that the Green Arrow and Sailor Moon were both of their fantasies, he just had to track down two strippers willing to perform wearing his boys’ favorite costumes. Surprisingly, the guy Matteo hired to play the leather archer bore a striking resemblance to the man who played the character in the live-action television show. Depending on how tonight’s performance went, Matteo might have to offer these two guys a spot on his roster.

“Enjoy your presents, boys,” Matteo chuckled, giving them a salute as the music turned up and the live strip show began.

Gunnar and Anders’s attentions were solely focused on the human embodiment of their private sexual fantasies.

Judging by the massive boners in each of their pants, they were bothveryhappy with Matteo’s gift to them.

Pleased with himself, Matteo made his way back to the bar, greeting several of his guests as he passed by their tables.

He was happy to see that so many of their regulars had shown up for the twins’ birthday bash—many of whom had spoiled the boys rotten, giving them expensive gifts, pockets full of cash, and even a few vintage bottles of alcohol which Matteo had placed in the twins’ bedroom right away.

If the twins didn’t feel loved after tonight's celebration, there was seriously something wrong.

“Hey, Shawn,” Matteo greeted once he reached the bar.

Shawn, the club’s resident bartender, nodded as he passed Matteo a scotch. Matteo thanked the man, picked up his drink, and then turned his attention back to the birthday boys whowere enjoying their birthday lap dances from each of their favorite characters.

Leaning against the bar, he couldn’t help but laugh at the excited and nervous expressions plastered on each of the boys’ faces.

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