Bank It | Tysh

Chapter two

Seperately the Joseph triplets were famous amongst the underground elite for being clever, ruthless and handsome. Together, they were infamous around the world as some of the greatest theives there'd ever been. They had built a criminal empire globally revered, and practically bathed in its riches.

They'd never particuarly intended to become robbers, but it earned good money and they were good at it so why the hell not. The three of them had always been close, "thick as thieves," their mother used to laugh jokingly. The irony wasn't lost on them now.

Tyler Joseph was the unofficial leader, sporting a luminiscent yellow bandanna. As the oldest triplet by three minutes, he had always assumed authority over his siblings. He was a self-proclaimed perfectionist. Though whenever this was mentioned, his two brothers would scoff and correct him with control freak. To him, no heist could be too well planned, no office too clean and no lover too well-behaved. He sought out control in every aspect of his life, but it was exactly this perfectionism which had allowed them to build a criminal empire. Nothing went past Tyler, he missed no tricks and noted every error. Needless to say, Tyler had never been distracted from a job. He was the person expected to be completely focused and ready to intercept any slight errors which could lead to problems in the future.

So why then, he mused, when he was supposed to be pouring over the intricate and complicated blueprints they'd spent months perfecting, was he staring at the gorgeous red-haired beauty across the room?

He really was pretty though, glossy red hair which looked so soft, plump kissable lips which Tyler was sure would form a heart-stopping smile. His figure was soft and petite, and Tyler could imagine his soft skin beneath Tyler's as he writhed underneath him.

The boy was currently trying to comfort the pregnant lady sobbing next to him and Tyler practically cooed at his sweetness. "Imagine if he was ours" his treacherous brain had hoped before Tyler could stop it.

Tyler and his brothers had a liking to a certain type of relationship. They were dominant people and sought control over their lovers entire life, showering them with love and kindness, but disciplining them when needed. Although they were possessive bastards by nature and had been known to beat people to bloody pulps for looking at what was theirs, they tended to share their lovers, (though never in the bedroom, that remained a strictly two person affair,) enjoying the joint control as they always had. Though up to now they'd never had a fully-fledged relationship, mostly just passing fads with an assortment of people, who were experienced and more than willing to lend a hand.

This boy was very clearly not experienced, and completely not the type he and his brothers would usually go for. But Tyler couldn't deny he'd never wanted anyone more. He shook his head, trying miserably to focus on the job.

Robert (Robbie) Joseph was the youngest triplet and the one who got shit done. Tyler planned what they would do and Robbie did it. He was more slight than his brothers in figure, but his mind was razor sharp. He could find anything, build anything and with Tyler's careful planning and Robbie's edgy genious, they were a formidable duo.

Robbie had taken note of the pretty young boy in the corner as soon as he and his brothers had burst into the bank. With his large, doe brown eyes so wide and scared, Robbie could have pounced right then and there.

He loved the agreement he and his brothers had, loved taking care of someone in every way. However, he'd never particuarly fancied being tied down to one person, caring for each of his respective lovers for a brief time before casting them out. He had a very busy "career" and brief fads were always enough. But as he stood there, tinkering with the lock on the bank safe, he was unable to stop his eyes seeking out the brown-eyed beauty. He couldn't stop the dull ache in his stomach that begged for something more. He shook his head, turning the lock a tad forcefully. Focus!

Blaire Joseph was the middle sibling. Although he was most definitely the biggest. Sporting a blood red bandana, Blaire handled the dirty work. His role in the trio was arguably a glorified security guard, but don't let that fool you. The guy could knock you out with a single punch and he could have the nastiest thugs out there running at the sight of him. Blaire had a quick hand and an even quicker tongue. And whilst he was the quietest of the three, when he did open his mouth you knew you were about to be either slated or worshipped. Blaire was a very dangerous man and there was nothing that satisfied the man more than placing the Fear of God into an inferior being.

He therefore could not comprehend why his brothers had turned into mushy school girls at the sight of a cute boy. I mean sure he was a very cute boy and those gorgeous legs of his would look fantastic wrapped around Blaire's waist as he fucked him senseless on the dining room table. But that wasn't anything to go on. Sure his nervous twitching was kinda adorable, and all Blaire really wanted to do was scoop the little angel up into his hands and nuzzle into his cute, little neck till he was graced with what Blaire was sure would be a heavenly giggle, but- fuck. Dammit! What the hell was that little minx doing to them?

He looked over at his brothers, Tyler was trying to act as though he was working but his eyes kept drifting over, quickly flitting back as soon as he caught Blaire's eye. Robbie wasn't even trying to hide it, staring unabashed at the young boy with, was that drool? Blaire shook his head. He glanced down at the angel, well, he supposed, he could kinda understand why they were staring. The kid was a piece of fucking art. He was God's masterpiece. And for the first time in his life Blaire couldn't quite grasp hold of his own emotions.

He shook his head, shifting his weight slightly as he continued to keep an eye on the hostages, not on the red-haired minx that seemed to have ensnared them. It looked like the police had just arrived so a negotiation will be on the cards soon and that was always fun.

"Hello in there," the three jumped to attention as the police megaphone reverberated throughout the bank. Oh yeah, Blaire thought happily, its show time.

The three had carefully planned their entire heist. There was eleven hostages, that was two members of staff and nine customers. If the triplets let two hostages go every hour, that gives them six hours to crack open the safe, get the money and prepare their clean getaway. Plenty of time. Though, of course, the police didn't know that. They thought they were dealing with amateur criminals, who were in way over their heads and had decided to rob a bank. They figured we'd eventually crack and surrender. The police were always slow to realise they were against proffessionals and by then it was always too late. Perks of tackling the more mediocre banks, still lots of money and security was always that little bit looser. The three smiled at each other as the police agreed to their terms. Just another day at the office.

"Um...excuse me." The three brothers froze at the sound that melodic voice, turning to see their brown-eyed bombshell awkwardly rubbing his neck and looking uncomfortable. Awh baby, Robbie almost cooed, you never have to be uncomfortable with us.
"What... what do you want?" Blaire tried to sound menacing but his voice came out scratchy.
"This lady is very pregnant and this kind of situation is really not good for her or her baby, so could you maybe please um... let her go out first?" He squeaked the whole thing out in a rush, blushing profusely at their attention.

The three stared at him in awe, grudgingly admiring his bravery. Tyler stepped forward, there was a wicked glint in his eyes and Robbie and Blaire exchanged nervous looks.
"Sure thing babycakes, we'll let her go first, but you have to do something for us." Tyler's smile was as sharp as his twisted mind.
"Um... what?" The boy asked, clearly determined to help his new friend. Tyler grinned happily,
"We'll let her go first, but you have to stay our hostage till last. Deal?" Tyler cocked a brow and held his hand out. The angel stared at it for a moment before sighing shakily, taking Tylers palm in his soft hand he whisped a quiet,
"deal." And all three brothers had never felt more triumphant.

Thankyou for reading, stay amazing.
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