White Satin

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White Satin
An almost-songfic to the song ‘Knights in White Satin’ by the Moody Blues

The twins had always been a pair, never two parts of the same whole. Yes, their programs overlapped, but they were two separate entities, always had been.
After they had outlived their usefulness and were slated for deletion, they went on the run, hiding in snippets of abandoned and forgotten programs, only returning to the Matrix itself when they needed sustenance –even sensor ghosts have to eat- or contact besides each other –which was rare- they had no need for names, they knew which one was who, and who was which, and that was enough.

Then the Merovingian found them, offering protection if they would come work for him, so they did, and he gave them names –One and Two- as if that made them any easier to tell apart, they could still tell themselves apart, and it was rare that anyone else could.
The Merovingian’s young wife Persephone could right from the start, but she kept it to herself, as she did with many things. Persephone was also the only one who knew how close the twins were, and that was something else she kept to herself.

This story isn’t about the Merovingian’s young wife Persephone however, or the Merovingian himself. This story is about the twins, shortly after entering the Merovingian’s employ, and learned that they could keep each other company in the chateau just as well as they had anywhere else.

They went for a walk, since their employer had no immediate need of their talents. After an hour the part of the Virus known as Two sighed, sprawling across a park bench in the shade. One observed his twin a moment before settling on the bench beside him, almost smiling, a faint smirk twisting the corner of his mouth upward, “We grow bored.”
Two nodded, arching a bow at his twin over his glasses, “Yes. We grow restless.”
One nodded in turn, smile spreading as he slid his fingers up the back of his twin’s vest, un-tucking the immaculately ironed shirt to press against bare skin for a moment, “Yes. We desire?”
Two’s answer was little more than a sigh, head rolling forward slowly at the press of One’s fingertips, “Yes.”
One smiled, curling his arm more securely around his twin’s waist, “Then we shall return to the chateau.”

They returned the same way as they’d left, as sensor ghosts, bypassing the rest of the Merovingian’s security force, slipping into their own suite.
They were halfway to their bedroom before they were even solid again, jackets shed on the hall floor. One smiled, plucking delicately at the knot of his twin’s tie with one hand, the other splayed against Two’s chest, pressing him back towards the bed.
When he finally got the tie undone, his smile spread, doubling the length of silk over and slipping it between Two’s teeth, knotting it securely at the nape of his neck. It was nothing Two couldn’t get out of by phasing, but it was a game of trust now, and One knew his twin wouldn’t be in a hurry to end it.

One unknotted his own tie quickly, tying one end around ach of Two’s wrists, looping the slack over a knob on the headboard, pressing his twin back against the mattress. He sighed in faint aggravation then, he’d neglected to undress Two before binding him.
Two smiled around the tie between his teeth, phasing out partway, enough to leave shirt and vest crumpled beneath him, but not enough to disturb his bindings.
One smiled then, leaning down to nuzzle at the narrow line of his twin’s jaw, long fingers trailing slowly down the center of Two’s chest, smirking predatorily at the faint sigh the touch elicited. He drew away for a moment then, a hungry gaze –still shielded by his dark glasses— sweeping over the other’s milk-pale form, sprawled so decadently across the pewter satin of the bedspread.

Two sighed softly at the calculating look, his own eyes slipping closed as One reached down to gently lift his glasses away.
Lust-hazed slate-gray eyes slid open, smiling slightly up at his twin, suddenly yearning to brush his knuckles along One’s cheek. But of course his bonds prevented it.
One sensed his twin’s desire however, and smiled, trailing a cool fingertip along Two’s cheek, just at the edge of the tie, half on and half off the silk, knowing that his twin would be able to feel the minute difference between the gentle pressure through the fabric, and the gentle friction of skin against skin.
Two moaned softly, naturally sharp senses already nearly blazing, every cell in his body already yearning for One’s touch, which of course, One knew without even having to delve into his twin’s mind at all. No, the unspoken plea in his eyes was enough, as was the rapidly rising heat of his skin.

One grinned wickedly before curling his fingers against his twin’s jaw and leaning down to lay claim to Two’s mouth, working expertly around the tie between his twin’s teeth.
Two’s jaw went slack, trying to respond to the kiss, though the reflexive movement just caused his gag to work itself more securely between his teeth, further immobilizing his tongue.
He whined faintly in the back of his throat, wanting to be able to somehow touch his twin in return.
One finally drew away from his ravaging of his twin’s mouth, sucking firmly at the swell of Two’s lower lip, still smiling predatorily down at the other, his brow arching slightly, voice a low purr, “We desire?” Two whimpered softly, hips arching off the bed a fraction, his own desire readily apparent.
One’s smile spread, nimble fingers working the fastenings of his twin’s pants, freeing him from the garment, “We want?” Two was very nearly reduced to tears as his twin undressed hi completely, while –aside from his jacket and tie- One was still fully clothed.

One purred, fingers trailing glacially slowly up his twin’s thigh, thoroughly enjoying the reflexive bunching of the muscles beneath his fingers, voice having dipped further still, “We need?”
Two’s breath hitched in a sob, hips rolling upwards, trying to urge his twin’s fingers to more sensitive skin, his eyes squeezed shut, one lone tear sliding down towards his temple.
One smiled, fingers curling against his twin’s hip for balance as he leaned up to lap the crystalline droplet of saline away, noting that Two must need the contact more than he’d first though, it usually took much more to reduce him to tears.

Not that he minded of course, since it just meant that Two was just all the more responsive, something that One planned on taking full advantage of.
He drew away from his twin slowly, retreating to the foot of the bed, making sure that Two would be able to see everything once he started. One’s voice was still a low, heated purr when he spoke again, “Look at me.”
They so rarely used a singular when referring to themselves or each other, and when they did it was only in situations like these.

One waited until his twin’s eyes flickered open, taking a long moment to focus, still bright with unshed tears. He smiled slowly, fingers dipping to open the buttons of his vest, watching Two’s face as he did so.
Of course, he could have just phased out of the clothes and been done with it, but where was the fun in that?
Then he wouldn’t have been able to see his twin’s throat working reflexively as each shirt button came undone, or seen Two’s eyes almost un-focus again as he smoothed his hands up his own chest, toying with already taught nipples a moment, and he wouldn’t have heard the faint, breathless moan as he finally stood bare –save for his mirrored glasses- before his twin.

Two tried to say something around both his gag and a throat tightened by sheer unadulterated lust, though it only came out as a muffled jumble of sounds, ending with another sob of a breath.
One almost felt sorry for his twin then, but the feeling was fleeting, since he knew Two would be doing much the same were their positions reversed.
He would have liked –very much- to continue with the teasing, but his own desire was rapidly reaching the point where he would be teasing himself as well, and that was not the idea.
No, best to just get on with it really, that would be best for everyone involved. He smiled slowly again as he settled onto the foot of the bed, crawling up his twin’s form, purring again, his own eyes darkened with want. He smiled suckling at Two’s lower lip again, nibbling gently at the tender skin there, one hand crawling down the center of his twin’s stomach, feeling the muscles tense and relax as he moved.

Two’s head fell back again as his twin’s fingers trailed through crisp alabaster curls, finally snaking around the root of his need. One’s voice was still little more than a purr, smiling down at his twin, brow arched just slightly in question, “Mine?”
Two could only nod at that, another whimper escaping his throat, hips rolling up into One’s touch, needing more, and needing it as quickly as possible, already feeling rather as if he would shake apart without it, silently pleading with his twin to let him go so that he could return the other’s touches.
One smiled again, nuzzling Two’s nose as his fingers continued kneading gently at all-too-responsive skin, feeling his twin’s legs part mostly of their own accord.

That was really all the encouragement One needed at that point, growling faintly as his hips rolled forward slowly, imbedding himself in his twin. They’d learned ages back that they didn’t need any sort of lubrication really, just a partial phasing on both sides and they were there.
Two’s hips arched up, back bowing, finally tugging at his bonds in earnest, trying to press himself as closely as possible to his twin, a low cry escaping his throat, hair spilling across the pillows beneath him.
One’s growl dipped to a low purr, one hand sliding up his twin’s spine to press against the spot between his shoulders, while the other slid down, spreading against the small of his back, holding him close, keeping him arched, loving the feel of the straining of his twin’s muscles against his own.

It was then that the ancient phonograph in the corner clicked on, as it had the tendency to do, at the strangest times. There was the momentary tinkling of a piano, followed by the steady thrum of a guitar, and a lone voice, easy, low, sweet even, “Knights in white satin, never reaching the end. Letters I’ve written, never meaning to send. Beauty I’ve always missed, with these eyes before…”
The rest however was drowned out by Two’s near-desperate mewl, pressing closer to his twin once more, already rapidly approaching the brink, panting openmouthed, eyes closed, rolling with his twin’s movements, fingers curling against the tie binding his wrists, half clawing at the silk.
The hand that had been pressed to Two’s shoulders was know curled against the back of his neck, lifting his head again so that One could reclaim his twin’s mouth, biting firmly at Two’s lower lip, just barely enough to break the skin, groaning softly at the tingle of his twin’s blood against his tongue.

The unexpected sting and the dull ache were really all it took to send Two over the edge, shuddering and arching further against his twin, feeling the silk between his teeth give way, fresh tears slipping down his cheeks with the intensity of his climax, feeling his twin’s moments behind, low moans mingling against their lips, foreheads still pressed together, eyes closed.
Their breathing was still ragged as One withdrew, purring faintly as he plucked at the knots still binding his twin, letting his arms free, nuzzling the other’s nose as Two’s arms looped around his shoulders, holding him close once more, the tie that had been a gag falling free when he tugged at it.
One’s voice was a low, warm murmur, nuzzling his twin’s nose again, easing them both down through the aftershocks, “We are…” The same word on both their lips, soft as a whisper and sharp as a knife, “Beautiful.”