You know, I remember the first day that thoughts about Connor crossed my mind. It was awkward at first, afterall, we share a room, and we're brothers. That should have been enough to deter them, but nooo. It wasn't as if Connor wasn't already always on my mind, now I started to visualize him.. and me in these situations.... not ones brothers should be in with eachother.
Even going back to our life on the street before we were picked up by Manuel as his students, we were always close. We had to be. We were all eachother had. And since no one wanted to take in two 'cursed' twins, we were left to fend for ourselves. Although Connor is older than me I always used to think it was my duty as his brother to do all I could for him, let's face it, I always acted older.
I would gamble to get money for us and Connor would do street performances. He was always so flexable.. gah! no, I won't think of that.
Even with our skills though, we would hardly make enough to eat decent meals, we were always hungry and hour or so after we ate, only finding out later when we met for the first time with the head supervisor at Black Cross was it found out that what was supposed to have been done to us had made us the exact opposite. Anyways, that's a completely overcomplicated matter.
We came to work for the Black Cross organization after training under Manuel for a few years and it was after a major battle with a C ranked demon that I really started to feel a sort of attraction towards my brother.
I had been banged up badly, that demon had beaten me to hell and nearly shattered my weapon. For the whole time I was hospitalized, ( about a month because I kept trying to get up and leave ) Connor would come every day to see how I was doing and to help out with the medical staff. I'm not sure if he got any formal training or not, but my bet is 'yes'.
One night though, when Rollen had put me on heavy drugs, Connor had stayed by the bedside and fallen asleep in the chair with his head on the mattress. I couldn't help but try my best to push a pillow under his head. But being under the effects of the drugs made me a little clumsy. I wound up falling down right onto him.
Of course Connor woke up, he was a little confused but I could have sworn he had that look in his eyes, the one where you can tell if they're trying to keep down a blush. That... or it was just the drugs. We argued for a little bit about the pillow, Connor didn't want to take it and I sleepily insisted. He wound up climbing onto the bed to try and put the pillow back behind my head. I'm not exactly sure how it happened.. but he wound up on top of me.
I can't remember how long we just sat there, staring at eachother. I know I had a blush on my face, I just couldn't tell how deep. And I could have sworn that Connor had one on his face as well.
I remember him hesitantly leaning in towards my face. I remember how his breath was so hot.. so shallow. I remember the way his lips ghosted over mine, unsure of themselves. And all it took was a small whisper of the boyish nickname only he calls me to drive me to close that small distance. "Lu~?"
Our lips pressed together and he leaned gingerly on my chest, making sure not to press on my still recovering wounds. To my surprise, in the heat of the moment, he opened his mouth to let my tongue in, moaning softly into my mouth as I ran my tongue over his. But as soon as it had started, we broke away, seeming to realize what we had just done.
We just stared at eachother, dumbfounded looks on both our faces. "Was that something we should have done?" I could read the question clear in Connors' eyes. I turned my head away, trying to hide my embarrasment, I had just frenched my own brother!.. but... for some reason it felt so.... right.
I watched quietly as Connor slowly climbed off the bed and walked to the door, sparing one glance back before dissappearing.
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It was a little awkward for a week or two after that. But we both gradually grew closer until that night...
Connor was laying on his bed in the room reading as always. I was just sort of staring at the ceiling. Unfortunately, more thoughts of Connor had crept back into my mind and I was struggling to push them out.. and failing. To my dismay I could feel my pants getting tighter. I got up and tried to get out of the room before it got to be to noticable. But Connor had noticed my sudden urgency and peeked over the top of his book.
" Something wrong Luke? " he asks.
Oh yes, something's wrong.. something's completely, utterly, absolutely-
And while I was caught in my inner ramblings Connor had obviously gotten up off the bed, come up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I froze, that did NOT help my current.. problem, I was just glad Connor didn't notice.. yet.
"Luke, what's wrong? " he says again.
I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes. There was no way I would be able to face my brother with a blatent boner and expect him not to look at me oddly. Sure we had that.. thing.. in the hospital wing, but that was just a thing right? meant nothing right?
I fought back a gasp of surprise as Connor pushed his body flush with mine. There was no way that was what I thought it was. Hard, slightly throbbing... against my thigh. I turned my head to look at Connor. He had turned his head away with his eyes downcast, a faint blush spread across his face. I gawked for a while, actually trying to figure out what was going on until his hands slid lower to brush against my own hardened length. He drew back with a sudden small gasp and backed up a step or two.
I figured that right then and there, that would be it. I hung my head and clenched my fists, sure that there would be no way to face my brother seriously again.
" Luke.." his soft voice said.
I could hear him coming closer again, then felt his hand on my bare back. I turned to face him, he waved his tail slightly, nervously, as he gazed up at me with those ice blue eyes.
I couldn't help but turn. I felt his eyes travel down my body to settle on a sort of.. prominent feature. I was suddenly in a daze as he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my waist again. We both gasped lightly as our members rubbed together.
I was in a fog as I slowly walked him towards my bed, sitting him down and tracing kisses and small licks down his neck...
Now you can tell where this is going and I've wondered myself. We're brothers, twins even! Should we really be doing this?
But none of that seemed to matter when I heard Connor moan or when his slender body arched up off the sheets. Call it narcissism, but my twin, my brother, who has the same markings I do, same scar, same eyes.. is absolutely beautiful. The way his ears fold back and the way his eyes water, causing them to sparkle in the half-light of our room.. it's just breathtaking how he moans my name with such passion that it drives me mad.
And when I woke up early the next morning after that little.. er. play session.(go figure, me actually waking up early) I woke up to Connor sleeping with his head pressed to my chest and snoring lightly.
god! he's so adorable when he sleeps.
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And that's how it happened. Since that night we've been as close as close can be, closer even maybe. It amazes me honestly. We're so alike outwardly but we both can spot differences between eachother. We compliment eachother, complete eachother. I could never picture life without my brother... my lover.
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Luke sighed to himself and stretched. He had been daydreaming a little more than he thought he should have. He had even fallen asleep once or twice. among other things..
The door to the lounge opened and a familliar figure stepped in.
" Hiding from Rollen again Luke~? " Connor laughed as he approached the sleepy husky on one of the couches.
" I am not! " Luke protested. " I was just daydreaming! "
Connor tilted his head and quirked a brow. " Abooooout? " he asked.
Luke blushed slightly and averted his eyes. Connor just giggled slightly, hugging Luke around the neck.
" Come on Lu it's time for dinner, the mess hall is going to be crowded if we don't hurry~ " In truth Connor was just as eager to eat as Luke was when the younger shot up off the couch, dragging Connor along.
" Well come on! There's NO way I'm letting Jun get there before me! " Luke said as he rushed out of the lounge.
" Honestly, he probably is already. " Connor sighed with a small smile as he watched his brother head swiftly towards the mess hall.
" Oh boy.. I forgot to tell him his fly was still open " Connor facepalmed and ran to catch up with Luke.
~fin~