Scented Sheets

The technical term for 'sense of smell' is olfaction.

 

As zealous as I'm sure you are to know that, I have my reasons for saying it as such…

 

'What's so important about that? Why should I care? What's it to me?'

 

You ignorant buffoons may ask, and to answer with all honesty it has nothing to do with you at all.

 

It's called sarcasm, a redundant quip in short, I really couldn't care less if you -my audience- knew what a Otorhinolaryngologist was not-!

 

The simple fact of the matter is- THIS- is my story.

 

I'm a Doctor -not a scholar, but an ACTUAL Doctor who can drug you and remove your organs- and for years I've studied the effects smell has on an unconscious specimen.

 

Each scent can produce a synthesized reaction from the test subject at hand, depending on the developmental factors of the subjects past.

 

Some researchers hypothesize that there are only seven primary odors: musky, putrid, pungent, camphoraceous, ethereal, floral, and minty.

 

To waste time categorizing scents into set barracks is almost as useless as telling you the definition of olfaction, in all honesty who cares, I'm sure some of you don't even know what 'camphoraceous' is -'tsk.

 

Offended as I'm sure you are, I'm sure by now you've become aware of my point.

 

I specialize in scents, and quite frankly I'm an asshole.

 

Narcissistic, arrogant, and bigoted are all terms one can use to describe my charming personality, being helplessly in love is one as well...

 

I've worked with scents since I was a child, all with one set goal in mind: To insert myself into my mentally stagnant specimen's unconscious mind.

 

Difficult as it is, I'm in love with an idiot. -Who doesn't even realize it- I've learned a great deal along my troubled path, even some interesting things, such as: It's been identified that each person has their own scent markers, each is unique unto themselves -with the exception of identical twins of course.

 

-If you need ask why, then you're just a complete idiot who's wasting my time-

 

My reason for such elaborate course work is because I want my specimen to be completely devastated at the loss of my scent, I want to be so ingrained into it's unconscious mind that it could follow my light scent through a stench-filled crowd of sweaty men.

 

-Is it wrong to want to be the obsession of the idiot I love?

 

The average human being is able to recognize approximately 10,000 different odors.

 

-If he can't notice me physically, then cognitively can he recall me by scent?

 

Olfaction is handled by the same part of the brain- the limbic system, to those anatomically daft morons- which handles both memory functions and emotions.

 

Because of this connection, you get what's called 'odor memories.'

 

-This was my goal from my experiment-

 

Odor memories frequently have strong emotional qualities and are associated with the good or bad experiences in which they occurred.

 

Studies show that 75% of emotions are triggered by smell, which is linked to pleasure and well-being, along with both emotion and memory.

 

My hypothesis was if dim-brain could subconsciously remember me by scent, maybe I could -with time- invoke the powerful emotions that come with these 'odor memories'?

 

Interesting fact to know: We have the full ability to smell even before birth -you also drink you're mother's amniotic fluid as well, which is full of your own urine, so don't think that either is much of an accomplishment.

 

Yet, by the age of twenty… your sense of smell -and taste- declines with age, today was our birthday… and he had turned twenty-four.

 

I'm sure some of you are saying, 'Why not tell him how you feel-" or some stupid sentiment on that line or so, well that's one thing I can't do…

 

There's no mathematical way to predict what would happen, I stick with facts NOT theories.

 

As children, he had said he loved the smell of vanilla, because it reminded him of his mother.

 

After his mother died when we were fourteen I started my experiment on the basis of his preference of scents, particularly of vanilla.

 

We grew up together as neighbors, he and his mother lived next door to my family -a broken family who had already lost one spouse to war- as if it couldn't get any worse his mother was tragically killed in a fire.

 

He was two years younger than me, an adorable kid small for his age, he didn't understand how nerdy I was or why others avoided me, but instead, he worshiped the ground I walked on.

 

What I knew was science, he thought was magic, every experiment filled him with glee.

 

It was almost sickening how young I was when I realized I loved him in a way that others would never understand, it was frightening...

 

After the accident, my parents found out he had no other family we adopted him into ours.

 

Of course my parents had no way of knowing how I felt about him, or how I would torment him for the years to come after his mother's death.

 

They saw only a child in need of a home, and we shared a birthday so it made the two of us like brothers anyway -in their eyes at least.

 

The object of my desire put just within my reach, like a specimen I could only observe, but never study with the full intentions I had planned.

 

He was my brother now and there was nothing I could do or say to make him want me the way I wanted him, I could never chase after him… but he could chase after me, and it was with that thought my experiment and years of torture began.

 

The smell of vanilla… his mother's perfume.

 

I wore it lightly as a cologne, and would spray his bed with the fragrance, knowing it would remind him of his departed mother.

 

He would cry at night, and at first he suffered alone, crying himself to sleep as he forced himself to lay in the scent of his mother's perfume.

 

He'd wash his bedding often, but each time I would spray it again.

 

Soon his pride dissolved and just as I had hoped he came to me one night.

 

Crossing the planked floor of our room, he wordlessly crawled into bed with me, curling against my back and hugging me close, like the last thread of sanity he had managed to grasp.

 

I smelled of the same perfume, but it was different than some artificial smell that lingered over his bed, I was real, I was there, he could hold me close and know that he wasn't alone with some lingering memory that haunted him both day and night.

 

He had me to hold on to and remind him he wasn't alone, -he had his brother. It was only then that I realized my mistake… night after night he would cling to me in tears, yet easily fall asleep within moments of holding me to his chest.

 

When I was fourteen, my body was beginning to rage with hormones, and I was in love with my brother, who had no idea of my feelings.

 

Peacefully sleeping as I lay enduring my own touch of sweet irony. He was so close, yet completely withheld from my grasp.

 

I'd lay there night after night, aching because of his nearness, feeling the heat of him soak into my back, smelling his husky scent, and knowing I couldn't touch him for fear of waking him and letting him discover my arousal.

 

I stopped using the fragrance on his , each night he would come to me, seeking something he couldn't identify, and despite my disappointment, I knew why… I still wore the scent of vanilla.

 

For some reason, I still hoped to attract him with the fragrance.

 

He was my complete opposite in everything.

 

At fourteen I was considered a genius, by fifteen I had graduated high school, and by the time I was twenty-three I graduated med-school.

 

When I started college, I moved out and got my own apartment, determined to forget both him and the experiment, -which I had assumed had failed…

 

Yet, within a week of me leaving he showed up at my doorstep.

 

Wet from the rain, with a restless look in his eyes made him seem like a totally different person.

 

He walked in without saying a word, stopping only to drop his bags by the door, then he went to my bed, and instantly fell asleep in what looked like the first time in weeks.

 

With our parents blessings, I enrolled him into a local high school close to my apartment complex, where he graduated three years later at eighteen, with a full athletic scholarship.

 

He excelled at everything he did, yet choose not to continue an academic career.

 

By the time he turned eighteen, we were night and day from one another.

 

From the age of sixteen my brother had always been larger than me, but as the years past he grew to tower above me, his body a mass of rippling muscle.

 

By the time we were adults, I hadn't really change by much, I was still pale, almost a foot shorter, and much thinner than him, with black-hair and blue eyes, rimmed by thick prescription glasses that took up too much of my face.

 

He however, had changed dramatically from the cute kid who once looked up to me… Now a towering, tan, muscled MMA fighter, covered with tattoos and piercings, his innocent eyes were now fierce, yet the same cinnamon color.

 

He'd even grown his dark brown hair out to the middle of his back; clearly, he wasn't the tender specimen I so closely studied anymore…

 

-Except, my heart still thundered at his every step-

 

What time I wasn't studying, he was working at his part-time job, the only time I had to see him was at a few of his fights, and late at night when he would get home and come to bed.

 

It was the only thing that had remained the same about him, he wasn't able to sleep without the smell of a vanilla scented body.

 

In that aspect, I was replaceable, as I had now found out...

 

One's sense of smell grow accustomed to scents after prolonged exposure to the point of not even smelling a prominent scent after the sensory organ has made the adjustment; however, when a new scent is added your senses are immediately alerted.

 

Vanilla… I would always remember this particular fragrance of perfume. Spread across our room, across our bed, was the scent I had hoped to forget… yet, I recognized the subtle scent instantaneously.

 

It was the brand his mother wore, the scent I had taunted him with for years, but most notably it was the scent of a woman in their bed…

 

The difference between a woman's perfume and a man's cologne is only a subtle variation.

 

-More often than not, the two have the same scent, and the only real difference is in the strength of the two fragrances when exposed-

 

Yet, this wasn't the scent of my vanilla cologne.

 

I'd stood by and watched the women come and go from my brother's life, but my brother had never brought a woman to our bed.

 

My chest tightened, and I could feel the tears begin to roll down my face. Love shouldn't be this painful… it was just idiotic.

 

As accomplished and intelligent as I was, I never thought this far ahead.

 

I've had enough of this costly experiment, I can't make my brother love me, yet I had hoped for years … -and all for naught.

 

My glasses fogged from the heat of my angry tears, so much so that I ripped the delicate lenses from my face and threw them across the room, vigorously wiping away the tears from my eyes.

 

The door to their bedroom opened and a blurry figure of a man walked into sight.

 

I knew without a doubt who it was, it was my brother Cole, but as my mind raced I was hit with an idea sure to turn against me, but I resolved myself. Squinting my eyes harshly,

 

"Mark…?" I asked hesitantly sounding almost hopeful.

 

Purposely, I pulled my brother's larger figure onto the bed, not giving him the reprieve to speak.

 

Pressing my fingers against his lips as Cole attempted to say, "No…" I pretended not to hear, and instead I straddled my brother's lap, kissing him for all my worth. Nipping at Cole's lower lip, I dipped my tongue inside his agape mouth, savoring what time I could as my brother lay stiff from shock and confusion. Not letting up for even a moment, I stripped myself from my shirt, tossing it away as I sat up allowing us to break apart, panting for air.

 

I kissed my brother's neck as I slowly worked to raise the hem of Cole's shirt up over his chest.

 

Knowing I had only a few moments before Cole gathered what little wit he had after years of diminishing it with barbaric cage matches.

 

I suckled hard on the pulse of my brother's neck, trailing my fingers over the rounded muscles of Cole's stomach that had taunted me for years, longingly, I kissed my way along his exposed collarbone as rushed to unfasten the belt of his pants.

 

Tracing the hemline of Cole's briefs, I slowly gave long drag of my moistened tongue licked over the hardened expansion of his nipple, nibbling and suckling on it as I nimbly forced my hand to slip beneath the hem of his pants.

 

Years of frustration had leaned to this point, where I lay now rushing to assault my brother in what little time I had, yet as guilty as I felt, I was so hard. I grasped my brother's cock roughly.

 

-Feeling no need to be gentle-

 

Cole tensed beneath me, hissing at the touch with a winded breath.

 

As I began to stroke Cole, I felt my brother's cock twitch within my hand.

 

Shocked, I sat up releasing the organ, opting instead to rub his Cole's cock through the denim of his pants as I grinded against his thigh.

 

Leaning down I whispered breathily into Cole's ear, "I want you inside me… -Mark." Happy that I couldn't see the look of disgust on my brother's face, I waited for the worse, knowing Cole could do only one of two things.

 

One: Pretend to be 'Mark'

 

-My personal favorite option-

 

Or Two: Say he wasn't 'Mark' while pushing me away to leave, revolted to find out his brother was gay.

 

"Who the fuck is 'Mark'?!" Cole shouted with an angry growl.

 

His enormous hands grabbed me roughly by the arms as he shook me hard in anger.

Cole sat up with me on his lap, clearly over taxed and upset.

 

-Damn… option two-

 

"What the fuck, Blaine?!" Cole yelled, cupping both sides of my face in his hands.

 

I was happy I didn't have my glasses, I would never be able to stand the look of disgust that was distorting Cole's usually pristine face.

 

He was nothing but a blur to me, and I continued on with my charade, faking horror.

 

"C-Cole?!" I stuttered with false-shock. The hurt on my face as real as the pain in my heart.

 

I didn't have to fake being abashed, I really was mortified, yet happy I finally had my chance to touch him the way I've always wanted, -even if it was for nothing.

 

I felt tears brimming my eyes again… I dropped my chin to my chest as I looked down, unwilling to look at Cole, because I was frightened of what I may see…

 

However, instead of being pushed away, I was crushed into a painful embrace within Cole's large bulky arms, he squeezed me hard as he lay his head on my thumping chest.

 

We sat there without saying anything, I was frigid with uncertainty, which Cole only worsened as his lips crashed against my own in a hungry kiss.

 

He flipped our positions to where I was now pinned beneath the weight of Cole's heavy body.

 

I squirmed in fear under his weight, terrified that Cole would tease me in the way I had teased him -only I would enjoy it immensely more...

 

"No matter if you cry or beg, I won't let you go, you're mine…" Cole swore.

 

My thoughts froze like the blue screen of a computer. In the few moments of my time lapse, Cole had stripped me of the rest of my clothing.

 

He then sat up between my bear thighs, his figure rippling as he striped himself of his shirt.

 

Every bit the Adonis of a woman's wet dream, I paralleled the feelings of the heart stricken Aphrodite as the object of my desire kneeled down before me...

 

In a kiss that was not a kiss, Cole's lips trailed down this side of my face.

 

He latched onto the lobe of my ear, making me cry aloud at the sharp pain.

 

Cole's fingers roamed my body with rough callused hands, grabbing my cock with a tight grip.

 

I cried out, unsure if I should beg for more or beg him to stop, nothing about his touch was gentle, Cole was angry, but it was still Cole…

 

-Cole was touching me- and at the thought I was instantly hard.

 

My face burned and out of shame I reached to cover myself from both his gaze and wandering hands, but Cole pinned my arms above my head forcefully.

 

"Say it again Blaine, but this time use MY name!" Cole demanded.

 

I looked away, my face glowing hot, "Cole stop- I…"

 

At my words Cole's grip tightened, "Say it..." he whispered into my ear.

 

Trailing kisses down my neck and chest, Cole stopped at my navel, kissing and nibbling the rounded edges of the sensitive puckered skin, whispering with his lips against my skin.

 

"Let me hear you say it…"

 

"Cole- don't.." I begged, but Cole gripped my sack in a tight fist, causing me to hissed in pain.

 

I trembled beneath him blind to most his actions, "Cole-..." I moaned as a long drag of my brother's tongue ran against the underside of my cock.

 

I gasped, crying aloud, as I tangled my hands in Cole's long brown hair.

 

"Say it," Cole growled against the tender flesh of my swollen head.

 

I felt my heart stutter in it's beat, for so long my body had craved Cole's touch, and now I could have Cole… if only I could say the words.

 

Saying them to some imaginary figure, a man he'd created, was nothing compared to saying those words to the one who I loved.

 

Looking away, Blaine murmured softly, "I-I want you… inside me- Cole…"

 

My face burned with embarrassment, and I flinched away thinking this was some cruel joke that Cole had decided to play, but to my surprise Cole's lips crashed against my own.

 

Against my lips Cole whispered heatedly, "Where? Where do you want me? Show me, Blaine," purring my name aloud as if it were a fine wine.

 

Cole sat up, staring down at me expectantly, and I froze, closing my legs and sitting up as well.

 

Staring down at my hands I gripped the sheets of the bed tightly, "Cole- I've ..never…," I began, but he remained unmoved.

 

"Show me...," he demanded sternly, almost ominously.

 

Suddenly frightened by how real this was I felt myself begin to shake, trembling under his gaze.

 

Hesitantly I turn around on all fours, leaning forward to lay down on the left side of my face, I reached behind with both hands and spread my ass apart.

 

As if I could feel the touch of his gaze, every arrector pili in my body tensed as my skin shivered, knowing all the while he could see my hole clench with my nervousness.

 

Mortified, I lay still as he leaned over me to reached above my head, and for the first time I saw the basket that lay by the head of the bed.

 

It was a bath set of washes, lotions, and a bottle of perfume. "I was running late, and this was the best thing I could find at the store.

 

It's a woman's bath set, but I know how much you like the smell of vanilla- so I got this for your birthday…" Cole explained, "Sorry about opening the plastic, I wanted to make sure it smelled nice before giving it to you, I'd planned to wrap it up again… but oh well…" he shrugged.

 

Dumbfounded, I watched as he pulled the decorative bow from the packaging, only to slap it onto the side of my ass, "I have to say, I like my present more…" he grinned.

 

I didn't have time to feel relieved as Cole had grabbed the lotion, I jumped as he poured the cold liquid down the crack of my ass, spreading it generously until it dripped down my thighs.

 

Without turning to look I waited filled with dread, hearing Cole shuffling behind me as he slowly unzipped his jeans with a deliberate pace.

 

I tensed sure of the pain that would follow.

 

However, Cole wasn't fazed, holding my hips he positioned himself, and with a strong thrust he buried himself between my thighs… -not my ass-...

 

Unsure if I was grateful or angry, I turned to look a Cole, my eyes suddenly filling with tears once more, only then realizing how frightened I was about penetration. "You're such a pain in the ass sometimes, Blaine," Cole sighed.

"

Don't hide things from me, you try so hard to be so distant, but I know how vulnerable you are…" Cole soothed, holding me close from behind.

 

I buried my face into the vanilla scented bedding, hiding my face beneath my arms. This idiot knew me too well, as simple as he was, he was astute.

 

The oaf wasted no time, reaching in front of me to grab my hardened cock, Cole thrusted between my slippery thighs as he kneaded my cock with his hand, all the while using his thumb to rub the slit of my dick as hethrust in behind me…

 

I sagged deep down into the bed, keeping my hips arched upwards to meet his thrusts, I was totally caught off guard when he slipped a finger into my hole. Cole, only partially inside, used the digit to finger him in time with his thrust.

 

He was gentle, yet, telling me he wanted to fuck my ass.

 

It was like a promise, Cole was taking this seriously.

 

Relaxing, I felt for Cole's touch, shivering as he kissed my shoulder blade and licked between my shoulders, while he made short thrusts back and forth between my thighs.

 

I rocked my hips with his until I got used to the rhythm.

 

"Damn- Blaine," Cole hissed, "... you're too tight, it hurts…" he complained switching fingers.

 

I felt a muscle twitch in my brow, "Wanna switch?! If not shut up… -dumbass," I growled back.

 

His lips were on my neck, and at my words I felt them tug upwards into a smile.

 

"...Bitch…" he insulted as he kissed beneath my ear.

 

"...Ass..," I retorted.

 

Cole leaned down heavily on top of me, pressing his lips to my ear he licked the inside, chewing roughly on the lobe and tugging on it with his teeth, as he answered, "... is mine.."

 

He thrust forward hard and fast, slamming himself against my ass and he fuck my thighs, I cried out loud as he increase his pace, rubbing him dick hard with his crushing hands.

 

I moaned and arched backwards, as Cole sped forward. His hands jerking me off, and his dick ramming my sack in the most erotic way.

 

Feeling him like this was like a dream, despite the circumstances I was happy, yet as we began to reach our peaks I felt remorse wishing that this moment could last longer…

 

He came in long sputtering streams, lining the inside of my thighs and balls with his hot fluids, keeping the same fisting motion until I came moments later in his hands.

 

Of all the nights they had spent together, sleeping side by side, this one was the best… this one felt like the first, and most of all it smelled like hot, musky, sex- my favorite scent so far-...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A/N:

 

This is a re-do writing, the first was really just a drabble~!

 

XD SO-oooo-OOO Many Errors~! I'm ashamed '(-,-)/

 

Okay so there is a lot of little science facts in this, I'm just going to say they're not mine-! :D

 

I'm a nursing student, so a lot of it I found fascinating~! XD This story was just an odd thought that came to me one day- I decided at the most it would only be two chapters, so I decided to write the first now, and I hope my readers enjoyed-!

 

I've always thought it was weird how you can remember a smell of something for ages, and how you really never forget the smell of someone you love- so that was the inspiration for this story-!

 

 

Best Wishes,

 

-RPS

 

(^3^)/

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 25.03.2014

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