Divinitas

029 - One Soul

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It was fitting. Of course it was fitting. The room they would share. Perfectly identical, the left half and the right. A flawless mirror image. Some dark voice in the back of Gryps’ mind wondered bitterly why there were even two beds. It would just be a waste of space, wouldn’t it?

He felt betrayed and bitter. His throat had tightened, making it hard for him to breath calmly or swallow. This was his twin Brother. The one he had shared most of his life with, who had been his best friend since they could walk and talk. Before that even… And now. Now Ari wanted to sleep with him? It was wrong. Utterly and completely wrong.

Why was he here? Standing in the middle of the room, staring at the set before him. The bed on the right, then the bed on the left. Of course he would take the bed on the left. Because that was just how it had always been. Ari on the right, Gryps on the left. How often in the past had they stuck masking tape to the floor, dividing their room into two when they were fighting? And then Ari yelling threats at him whilst he ignored him from his bed, reading quietly or sketching in his art book.

Ari. It was horridly clear now, looking back, how much the older twin had demanded attention from Gryps. How Ari hated it most of all when Gryps ignored him completely.

Worse for Ari was the simple fact that Gryps had always been able to entertain himself, either alone or with their younger sister. He had never needed Ari’s attention. He liked it, yes. He liked having someone who could understand him completely, who was always there for him. But it wasn’t a desperate need or want as it had been, is, in Ari’s case.

Even now that he had become aware of the fact that he was indeed missing half his soul, reminded constantly by the aching emptiness in his heart and the throb of his body to touch and be touched by his twin, he couldn’t truthfully say he wanted to merge into one being with Ari. It was like… Ari needed him to survive, but Gryps did not.

But above all of that, above the whole issue of their being one soul split into two, was the fact that Ari had kill Ophelia. Something which Gryps could never, ever forgive. Perhaps that was the one thing that truly revolted Gryps, erected a barrier between his primal desire to be one with Ari and allowed him will and ambition to remain one being, separate from the bloodied hands that had killed his sister.

Ah, but what will happen when all this draws to an end? Ari’s promises of becoming one with the return of their true form and powers? He no longer desired that, did he. That was something he wanted in order to forget the guilt of murdering Ari and the despair of their sister’s death.

But now… that was irrelevant.

The motive was gone. In its place was pure hatred and revulsion towards Ari, towards the whole concept of being trapped in the same body with the filthy soul that had spilled their sister’s blood.

Gryps was no idealistic dreamer though. There was no doubt in his mind that there would be no escape from the destiny that awaited him, that either Ari or Aether would force it upon him. It was, after all, his true self. It was this life that was stolen, fake.

Still, it didn’t mean he would go down without a fight.

Ari entered the room a few moments later as Gryps finished unpacking his things. The younger twin looked up to see Ari let his lips curve up into a smile and exaggerate the simple gesture of locking their door with an audible click.

“You have what you want now. So keep your end of the deal and stay away from Casi,” Gryps said as greeting. He kept his voice neutral, piercing Ari’s gaze with his own icy eyes.

“The deal was to not kill Casi… There was never any mention of staying away from her,” Ari replied with a sly smile. “Besides, I don’t quite have what I want yet, now do I?” the older twin drawled, stepping up to Gryps and taking a hold of his delicate chin.

Grey eyes narrowed, glittering like ice. “Fine.” Slapping Ari’s hand away, the younger twin closed the distance between them, sealing his cool lips against their mirror image.

All it took was the first touch. Desire leapt from the kiss, flooding Gryps’ and Ari’s bodies, burning hot. All thoughts and conflicts were erased as the cry of their soul to merge into one became the only sound in their world.

Nimble fingers were at Ari’s shirt, unbuttoning the garment and pushing it from the graceful shoulders. Skin wanted to touch skin, flesh wanted to kiss flesh.

Slowly Ari backed Gryps towards his bed, shedding their clothing with each step. His fingers threaded through Gryps’ braid, pulling through it gently to unravel the long silver locks.

“There’s no difference between us now,” Ari whispered with a smile, warm breath caressing up against Gryps’ collar bone. “There never should have been…”

Gryps made no reply, allowing himself to be pushed down onto the bed. His hands pulled his older brother on top of him, mindlessly running slowly down Ari’s back. They lingered at Ari’s waist, stroking the smooth skin there, feeling the heat radiating from it through his palms. Subconsciously his pressed downwards, a silent request for Ari to let their bodies rub up against one another.

The older twin complied, lowering his slight weight onto Gryps, letting skin slide against skin. The heat that enveloped them was slow and heady, too warm but not hot enough. There was a silent need to touch, to be touched, to never break contact, to be closer still.

An electric ripple of pleasure coursed through Gryps as Ari rubbed their members together, arousing the younger twin. An alien sensation this, the mind numbing pleasure that was born from the simple act of moving his body slowly up and down. The friction it made against Ari’s manhood was delicious. It made his body want more. This was too lacking, but a teasing taste.

Ari could feel Gryps shudder with pleasure beneath him, feel it through his lips as he kissed possessively at Gryps’ throat. His tongue snaked out, licking delicately at the hollow formed by the base of Gryps’ neck and his collarbone before nipping at it gently, but hard enough to draw the first gasp from Gryps.

“It’s not enough, is it…” Ari whispered against Gryps’ ear, bathing it in warm breath as he rubbed up sensually against Gryps again. “You want more… I know you do, because I need more…”

Only pride kept Gryps from crying out in despair as Ari drew away. Gryps forced his cold unfeeling mask back into place as he sat up and watched Ari with narrowed eyes. The older twin reached for a tube resting on the bedside table and smiled at Gryps as he settled back on the bed, straddling Gryps’ long lightly muscled legs.

“What are you doing,” Gryps demandn a n a quiet voice, as if afraid someone might hear.

Ari let the smile grow across his face, his silver hair tumbling over his shoulders and down his narrow back like a silk spun waterfall. “Isn’t it obvious?” the silver haired boy asked, watching Gryps through his long lowered eyelashes. “Or did you want to be on top?” Almost mocking, the last remark, as Ari presented Gryps with the lubricant.

A mixture of emotions flashed across Gryps face as the idea played itself out in the younger twin’s mind. It revolted and terrorized him, the sudden heat that spread throughout him at the thought of taking Ari, of being inside of him.

“No,” Gryps answered shortly, letting himself fall back against the pillows and moving his arms above his head to grasp the carved wooden bars in the headboard. He shifted slightly under Ari’s weight, a gesture of invite.

Ari smirked, and lifted himself so he could manoeuvre Gryps legs to wrap loosely around his waist. “Of course… You would prefer this position, would you not? They would have given you some training in the last two years, ne?”

“Shut up.”

Another knowing smile let itself be seen before Ari leaned forward, claiming Gryps’ lips with his own. He parted them almost tenderly, and slid his tongue into Gryps’ hot wet mouth, rubbing it up against its twin and licking at it. After a long moment, Ari lifted his head, smiling down into his light reflection. “As you wish, Brother…” he breathed, eyes glittering with dark intentions.

Gryps turned his head to the side, breaking his gaze. He could still feel Ari’s kiss lingering on his lips, taste him like some addictive and potent drug. It was driving him slowly insane. All that kept him from shoving Ari down on the bed and ravishing him were his own hands gripping to the bars tightly and pure will.

Smooth skinned hands moved up the insides of Gryps’ thighs, so slowly it bordered on exquisite torture. It made Gryps want to squirm, or just snatch those hands away so he coforcforce them where they needed to be. Ah, but this touch, Ari’s velvet fingers dancing along his thighs… It was like a connection made of golden thread, a link that let the two halves of their soul join together to complete a circuit that radiated contentment and tranquillity.

But then it was broken, this necessary and torturous touch, as Ari smiled down at his twin, and slowly, as if putting on a show, covered his fingers with the glistening lubricant. Purposely avoiding Gryps arousal, Ari rubbed a lubricated finger against Gryps’ opening, drawing a hiss from the younger twin.

Lovely, to see him lose control like that. The good side of their soul giving into such sin. Because this was as much about bringing Gryps down to his level as it was about a unity of their soul, wasn’t it? The evil corrupting the good, if one wanted to give it some divine meaning.

Ari smiled as he pushed his finger smoothly into Gryps, taking delight in seeing Gryps arch and tighten against the invasion, rebelling yet taking pleasure in that simple movement.

“It feels good, doesn’t it…?” Ari asked in a low husky voice that was almost a purr. He gently moved his finger within Gryps, directing all of Gryps’ attention to that part of himself.

“Shut. Up!” Gryps bit out, even as he unwillingly pushed down on Ari, an unspoken plea for more. His body was bur up, up, bordering on feverish heat. It desired more, needed more. ‘Fill me, become on with me,’ it whispered.

“Why…? Don’t you like the sound of your own voice?” A second finger joined the first, moving slowly, urging Gryps’ muscles to relax, to give in.

A sound bordering on pain hissed out of Gryps’ lips as Ari’s fingers stroked against that place inside of him. His whole body arched towards the touch, screaming the one word Gryps still stubbornly bit back against. His fingwerewere bloodless in their death hold around the bars in the head board. Why did Ari have to talk so much?!

“Ask, and you will receive,” Ari whispered, smiling down at the younger twin. Gryps was beyond reasoning now. He couldn’t pull away from this even if wanted to. And he wanted to. No one had to tell Ari how much Gryps loathed this act between them, even as his body and soul demanded in a continuous mantra to be joined, connected. To be one and the same.

Nothing but Gryps’ laboured breathing filled the air. “Stubborn little Griffin…” Ari mocked, inserting a third finger, stretching the opening and bringing with it the first real taste of pain.

Gryps squirmed. This was about all he could take. Every desire inside of him demanded to be freed. The word that would be his undoing pushed against his clenched teeth, a drowning man striving to the surface for precious air. Each time Ari’s fingers stroked against him brought him that much closer to just releasing the word in one shameless breath.

The world seemed suddenly a very empty void as Ari removed his fingers, resting his hands torturously against Gryps’ hips, preventing him from moving, yet too far away to give him any comfort, any release. The most satisfied smile was imprinted on Ari’s face as he watched Gryps toss his head angrily against the pillows, silver hair tangling artistically.

“Just tell me you want this…” Ari advised in a mock soothing voice. “Give me permission to defile you and I shall…”

A soundless breath passed through Gryps’ lips as they formed an unheard word. How beautiful he was, so utterly defeated, his eyes squeezed shut. Ah, if only it was so easy to shut out the nightmarish world…

“I didn’t hear you… What did you say, dearest Brother?” Ari asked, laughter in his voice. How utterly delicious this was! Yes, please, Gryps. Just beg. Beg and you shall receive.

“More…” Just above a whisper, barely a sound.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I. Want. More,” Gryps bit out, his body almost convulsing in its desperate need. If Ari didn’t take him right now… If Ari did not fill him…

Silent delighted laughter rippled through Ari. Poor little Gryps. After the first taste, he would never ever be able to live without wanting this, needing this. If only he knew. “Your wish is my command,” Ari acledgledged in a low voice, all the whilst smiling, before finally pushing into Gryps in a slow fluid movement.

The younger twin’s body sighed at the intrusion, welcoming it like the summer rains after a long heat wave. His strong legs automatically wrapped themselves tightly around Ari’s waist, urging him closer, to go deeper still.

Make this last. Make this last for eternity.

It became the unspoken law between them. Each thrust and withdrawal was drawn out, just as Ari’s hands on Gryps’ essence never allowed the wave of pleasure to crest over and tumble down into oblivion. Every time the pressure built to such an extreme it threatened to burst, Ari would slow even further, or stop completely, letting both simply relish in the fever and contentment of being connected as one soul.

Spoken words were lost from both their thoughts. Nothing matter now; not the old taunts that bit into Gryps’ heart like a rabid dog, nor to make him beg. Just this, only this, would be enough.

One hour slipped into the next. Time had no meaning in such an embrace, this act of intertwining two halves of a soul. It was only when fatigue threatened to collapse the delicate rhythm between them did Ari bring their coupling to its climax.

A silent scream expelled itself from Gryps body as Ari thrust one last time into him, pouring his seed forth, his hand tightening around Gryps enough to almost hurt to bring about the same reaction.

For a long moment, neither moved, both breathing hard and fast, sweat and seamen all but dripping off Gryps’ and Ari’s bodies. And , wi, with a low sound, a mixture of a growl and a moan, Gryps shove Ari off him, toppling the older boy onto the bed. Before Ari could even lift himself up, the door to their bathroom slammed shut.

Ari only laughed softly to himself, tucking a stray strand of sweat matted silver hair behind an ear as he eyed the bathroom door. Everything was exactly how it should be…



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The icy pounding spray from the showers did nothing to ease his rapid heartbeat or the endless tremors that racked his body.

What had he just done…?

The full realisation of what had just passed between him and Ari made him sick. It fully disgusted him. Yet it was undeniable how much his body and soul had relished in the act, how it had needed, loved even, being connected to the other half. It made the emptiness that had always existed become known, widened into a black gapping chasm that demanded to be filled.

An echoing bang filled the shower as Gryps struck his forehead against the tiles. Calm down, calm down! It helped no one to be so mortified over this. He had decided before it even began to follow through with it. To follow through and look for some way to escape. He couldn’t allow Ari to get to him.

Steeling himself, the boy let routine take control of his body, setting his mind to ice over the heated emotions that coursed through him. Finally, when he at last stepped out of the bathroom, lower half wrapped in a towel, his hands efficiently drying his hair with another, he was once again cocooned in an icy collected demeanour.

He could feel Ari’s gaze on him as he crossed the distance to his bed, feel the triumphant smile in his gaze. It took all of Gryps’ effort to bite back the look of distain that threatened to appear on his face.

“I wonder what our mortal parents would say if they had walked in on us in the middle of that little past time activity…”

Gryps merely tossed the towels onto his bed and pulled on a pair of boxers before sitting with his back facing his brother to re-braid his hair. Let him mock, let him taunt. Let him be ignored, that which he hated most.

“Ah, but that will never ever happen, right, Brother? Because they think I’m dead, and that you’re my murderer. And of course, we can’t forget that you were also blamed for Ophelia’s death.” Smiling, always smiling. Wicked evil smile. “Do you know what has become of them, Brother? I do not. I’ve been dead for too long to be in the circle of knowing about the living.”

“They’ve moved to another country. They have disowned me,” Gryps answered, voice flat, emotionless. His fingers, however, had momentarily lost their rhythm in plaiting the end of the braid.

“Aww… Poor Gryps. No one to love you anymore…” Ari crooned in a low voice. “Not your dead sister, not your distant mortal parents… Not even yourself, am I not correct?” Ari inquired, a mockingly sweet smile on lip lips. “Don’t worry, dear Brother. I will always love you…”

Gryps froze at that last remark, his fingers dropping his hair altogether, letting his hard work unravel. The wave of hatred that passed through him shocked him, and it was all he could do to hold it in, to not tremble from it.

And when at last he regained the control to speak, his voice was soft and low, suggesting gentle understanding when in reality it threatened to attack and kill.

“The last thing I want, Ari, is for you to love me.”

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