Narcissism
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
961
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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.
Prologue
Why is it that others always fear and look down on those that are different than them or have different views or tastes than them? I ask you, what is so wrong about loving your own face and your own body especially if they can be found on another body? I know it’s considered wrong but can true love between two people really be wrong? No matter what form it comes in?
My name is Dalan and I grew up knowing that I was different from other people. The most normal way I was different is that I have a twin brother, Delano. We were born 6 minutes apart from each other – we are very nearly the same person. We are identical in every way except for one and that difference is a secret I will take to my grave. I love him. And by this I’m not referring to the “you’re my twin and brother and I love you in a family love way” but the “want to spend the rest of my life fucking you senseless” kind of way. I’ve always loved him liked this, although when I was little they just chalked it up to me being an “affectionate” little brother. As I got old enough to realize what I felt, and that what I felt was “wrong”, I learned to hide it. I’ve slipped up a few times though and come close to admitting it to him ------ now was one of those times.
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“What did you just say?!” My brother asked incredulously, his eyes wide and his boxers half on.
Well if there was ever a cure for a raging hard-on, it is total abject fear. And of course this is exactly what I was feeling at the moment. I had walked into the room and seen my brother, naked and still dripping wet from the shower. Can you say instant and total rush of blood from one head to the other? Of course since all the blood had just left my upper head, I wasn’t responsible for what had come out of mouth. “Holy shit can I fuck you?” This had lead to my brother’s exclamation. I had to salvage this as best as possible and hope he bought it. With my face white and sweat dampening my hair and palms I said the first plausible thing that came to mind.
“Uh… I said can I bug you? Why what did you think I said Delano?” This rather pathetic attempt at a cover up was followed by a hard swallow and a desperate winged prayer that he would believe me. Fortunately for me, today my luck seemed to be in.
“Oh I heard… um… never mind Dalan, I must have misheard you that’s all.” I saw his eyes narrow as he looked at me and I could have sworn I saw regret flash through his eyes. “So you wanna bug me… are you bored? And could you at least wait until I’m dressed to bother me?” This time he smirked; a smirk that he used when he knew it would bother me.
His last comment of course, redrew my attention to his lack of clothing, and his sexy, wet body and… oh god the erection was coming back and was I drooling? “Oh… uh… sure… I’ll just…uh… yeah…” I let myself trail off and just started backing out of the room. Just as I started to turn around however I saw something strange… my brother’s smirk had changed into one I rarely ever saw. This smirk contained a combination of passion, happiness and the knowledge that he now knew something I didn’t… I just wondered what he had learned… and I prayed it wasn’t what I thought it was.
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Ok so that's the prologue. Its a story idea i got one day after reading too much slash and studying narcissistic personality disorder in school :P So I thought i'd post this and see what people think. If anyone really thinks its good, i'll continue posting to it. If not then it'll simply add to my collections of one-shots :P One way or the other.
Happy Reading Folks!
My name is Dalan and I grew up knowing that I was different from other people. The most normal way I was different is that I have a twin brother, Delano. We were born 6 minutes apart from each other – we are very nearly the same person. We are identical in every way except for one and that difference is a secret I will take to my grave. I love him. And by this I’m not referring to the “you’re my twin and brother and I love you in a family love way” but the “want to spend the rest of my life fucking you senseless” kind of way. I’ve always loved him liked this, although when I was little they just chalked it up to me being an “affectionate” little brother. As I got old enough to realize what I felt, and that what I felt was “wrong”, I learned to hide it. I’ve slipped up a few times though and come close to admitting it to him ------ now was one of those times.
* * *
“What did you just say?!” My brother asked incredulously, his eyes wide and his boxers half on.
Well if there was ever a cure for a raging hard-on, it is total abject fear. And of course this is exactly what I was feeling at the moment. I had walked into the room and seen my brother, naked and still dripping wet from the shower. Can you say instant and total rush of blood from one head to the other? Of course since all the blood had just left my upper head, I wasn’t responsible for what had come out of mouth. “Holy shit can I fuck you?” This had lead to my brother’s exclamation. I had to salvage this as best as possible and hope he bought it. With my face white and sweat dampening my hair and palms I said the first plausible thing that came to mind.
“Uh… I said can I bug you? Why what did you think I said Delano?” This rather pathetic attempt at a cover up was followed by a hard swallow and a desperate winged prayer that he would believe me. Fortunately for me, today my luck seemed to be in.
“Oh I heard… um… never mind Dalan, I must have misheard you that’s all.” I saw his eyes narrow as he looked at me and I could have sworn I saw regret flash through his eyes. “So you wanna bug me… are you bored? And could you at least wait until I’m dressed to bother me?” This time he smirked; a smirk that he used when he knew it would bother me.
His last comment of course, redrew my attention to his lack of clothing, and his sexy, wet body and… oh god the erection was coming back and was I drooling? “Oh… uh… sure… I’ll just…uh… yeah…” I let myself trail off and just started backing out of the room. Just as I started to turn around however I saw something strange… my brother’s smirk had changed into one I rarely ever saw. This smirk contained a combination of passion, happiness and the knowledge that he now knew something I didn’t… I just wondered what he had learned… and I prayed it wasn’t what I thought it was.
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Ok so that's the prologue. Its a story idea i got one day after reading too much slash and studying narcissistic personality disorder in school :P So I thought i'd post this and see what people think. If anyone really thinks its good, i'll continue posting to it. If not then it'll simply add to my collections of one-shots :P One way or the other.
Happy Reading Folks!