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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,906
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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I can’t open my eyes.
August shifted in his bed, giving a wide yawn before sitting up. After giving his stomach a small scratch, the thought occurred again, but much more shocking, much louder, this time.
I can’t open my eyes!
His hands rushed up to investigate, before they paused an inch over his face. August’s hands were dirty; it had been an hour since he washed them. He’d catch something if he were to touch his eyes. The blonde gave an involuntary twitch when he heard the laughter emitting from someone else, short and barking, the type of laugh that grated you like nails on a chalkboard.
The sound instantly identified the other man as Wyntyr, August’s twin brother. Older then he by eleven minutes, and you’d better believe Wyntyr made sure his brother never forgot it.
The slightly taller twin walked toward August, still on the bed, and leaned down before him.
“August, I had to.” He tittered, a sound very different from the laugh, but just as eerie. “Now you need me as much as I need you. Do you want me to take you to the washroom? So you can wash your hands?”
August turned his face away. Oh. So you did it. I should have known. . As he became more aware, that tugging feeling on his eyelids could be identified as thread. And if he wasn’t mistaken, that dried liquid underneath would be blood. Quietly, defeated, he answered his brothers’ question. “No. No, I’d rather have a shower.”
August wouldn’t have believed it if he saw the small flash of regret that traveled quickly through Wyntyr’s eyes. “You won’t take them out.”
”I’m supposed to leave them there?”
”Yes.” A frown from the taller twin before he stood up and took his brother’s hand. “Come on. We’ll get you clean.”
A sudden thought occurred to August, almost as sobering as the first. “Did you drug me? With a needle?” That would be unacceptable, the thought of germs sending shivers down the shorter twin’s spine, but Wyntyr just shook his head, not seeming to remember that his brother couldn’t see that. “I used chloroform. I didn’t want to hurt you when I did it.”
August gave a short, halting laugh. “Ah. What do you think I’m feeling now?” At that question, the other blonde gave a deep frown, biting his lip. A sign of doubt was something, coming from Wyntyr.
“I wanted you to need me.”
The answer made August shake his head sadly, one hand held out to feel for the walls, despite the fact that Wyntyr was holding his other arm steadily.
“Wyntyr.”
“What?”
“… Nothing.”
You’re so selfish. That’s what I wanted to say, Wyntyr. He moved forward, unsure, when Wyntyr started leading him. The shorter one couldn’t even place whether they were still closer to the bed then the door or not. People always take their sight for granted. A shaky sigh emerged from the now-blind one, his hand still ahead of him, shivering and jerking.
Once they reached the washroom, Wyntyr closed the door and helped his brother undress, just looking when the other was fully nude. His eyes traced first over the feet, up those legs, resting for a moment on the flaccid length that mirrored his own. Then up again, over the flat stomach, over the smooth upper torso, resting once more on his lips before reaching August’s eyes. The medical thread that sealed them shut.
Having a lot of doctors in your family made access to these things fairly easy. When Wyntyr had gotten the thread and needle, and right up to when his brother shifted, waking up, Wyntyr had not a shred of guilt. But, now, he felt worse than he had so far. A small trail was being cut through the blood, making red smears down his cheeks. With a deep pang, the blonde realized his brother was crying.
August drew in a breath when he felt the other’s arms around him. The older one drew him in close, whispering something he didn’t quite catch, but the moment didn’t last long. Soon, Wyntyr was kissing his neck deeply, and it was painfully obvious where all this was leading.
Not even having felt his own tears, he was shocked when Wyntyr raised a hand to wipe them away, only then feeling the wetness on his cheeks. Everything following that, the way Wyntyr touched his body, drew no reaction. He leaned back, counting silently in his head and waiting for it to be over, hoping his brother would still help him take a shower afterward.
As the identical brothers had sex on the bathroom floor, both faces wet, both bodies moist, another startling thought occurred to the one against the tiles.
Well. I never have to look at that predetorial expression again.
August shifted in his bed, giving a wide yawn before sitting up. After giving his stomach a small scratch, the thought occurred again, but much more shocking, much louder, this time.
I can’t open my eyes!
His hands rushed up to investigate, before they paused an inch over his face. August’s hands were dirty; it had been an hour since he washed them. He’d catch something if he were to touch his eyes. The blonde gave an involuntary twitch when he heard the laughter emitting from someone else, short and barking, the type of laugh that grated you like nails on a chalkboard.
The sound instantly identified the other man as Wyntyr, August’s twin brother. Older then he by eleven minutes, and you’d better believe Wyntyr made sure his brother never forgot it.
The slightly taller twin walked toward August, still on the bed, and leaned down before him.
“August, I had to.” He tittered, a sound very different from the laugh, but just as eerie. “Now you need me as much as I need you. Do you want me to take you to the washroom? So you can wash your hands?”
August turned his face away. Oh. So you did it. I should have known. . As he became more aware, that tugging feeling on his eyelids could be identified as thread. And if he wasn’t mistaken, that dried liquid underneath would be blood. Quietly, defeated, he answered his brothers’ question. “No. No, I’d rather have a shower.”
August wouldn’t have believed it if he saw the small flash of regret that traveled quickly through Wyntyr’s eyes. “You won’t take them out.”
”I’m supposed to leave them there?”
”Yes.” A frown from the taller twin before he stood up and took his brother’s hand. “Come on. We’ll get you clean.”
A sudden thought occurred to August, almost as sobering as the first. “Did you drug me? With a needle?” That would be unacceptable, the thought of germs sending shivers down the shorter twin’s spine, but Wyntyr just shook his head, not seeming to remember that his brother couldn’t see that. “I used chloroform. I didn’t want to hurt you when I did it.”
August gave a short, halting laugh. “Ah. What do you think I’m feeling now?” At that question, the other blonde gave a deep frown, biting his lip. A sign of doubt was something, coming from Wyntyr.
“I wanted you to need me.”
The answer made August shake his head sadly, one hand held out to feel for the walls, despite the fact that Wyntyr was holding his other arm steadily.
“Wyntyr.”
“What?”
“… Nothing.”
You’re so selfish. That’s what I wanted to say, Wyntyr. He moved forward, unsure, when Wyntyr started leading him. The shorter one couldn’t even place whether they were still closer to the bed then the door or not. People always take their sight for granted. A shaky sigh emerged from the now-blind one, his hand still ahead of him, shivering and jerking.
Once they reached the washroom, Wyntyr closed the door and helped his brother undress, just looking when the other was fully nude. His eyes traced first over the feet, up those legs, resting for a moment on the flaccid length that mirrored his own. Then up again, over the flat stomach, over the smooth upper torso, resting once more on his lips before reaching August’s eyes. The medical thread that sealed them shut.
Having a lot of doctors in your family made access to these things fairly easy. When Wyntyr had gotten the thread and needle, and right up to when his brother shifted, waking up, Wyntyr had not a shred of guilt. But, now, he felt worse than he had so far. A small trail was being cut through the blood, making red smears down his cheeks. With a deep pang, the blonde realized his brother was crying.
August drew in a breath when he felt the other’s arms around him. The older one drew him in close, whispering something he didn’t quite catch, but the moment didn’t last long. Soon, Wyntyr was kissing his neck deeply, and it was painfully obvious where all this was leading.
Not even having felt his own tears, he was shocked when Wyntyr raised a hand to wipe them away, only then feeling the wetness on his cheeks. Everything following that, the way Wyntyr touched his body, drew no reaction. He leaned back, counting silently in his head and waiting for it to be over, hoping his brother would still help him take a shower afterward.
As the identical brothers had sex on the bathroom floor, both faces wet, both bodies moist, another startling thought occurred to the one against the tiles.
Well. I never have to look at that predetorial expression again.