Ours!
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,114
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Matrix or the Virii Twins, If I did, you'd see a lot more of these 2 in the movies & they would have been in the 3rd. No money has ever been or will be made off of this. This is not a crossover of any type.
Ours
TITLE: Ours
AUTHOR: Teigra
PAIRING: The Twins
WARNINGS:
NC-17, some blood play, twin slash, PWP
SUMMARY: Ours
DISCLAIMER: I
don't own them. If I did, I'd never let them get out of my bed.
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Their bodies were intertwined in a dance that had been known before time. One had hands locked in dreadlocks, head thrown back, back arched, pushing downwards. The other supporting, pounding, worshipping. It was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.
"Ours!" It was growled, guttural, marking his claim. Marking what was always his.
"Ours..." Answering, moaning, needing more.
Identical, always the same, only they could tell who was who. Neither always in control, giving control... Yet always one or the other, never a third in this intimate an act.
"Ours!" A switchblade found, never far away.
"Ours..." The back arches even more, head resting on the wall not far behind, milky white skin exposed.
"Please." A request, a plea, a command; neither ever really knew. Both wanted, needed, craved it.
The blade sunk, not deep, only grazing, "Ours..." Rhythmic pounding, blood pooling, soft moaning.
"Always." The head lifts, back curling, eyes opening, looking into an identical pair. "More."
Moving, pushing, bodies meet the wall, using it to speed along completion. A head drops, a swipe of a tongue, the coppery taste dancing across taste buds.
"Ours!" Another swift, deeper cut; followed by the tongue.
"YES!" Semen spilled between them, organ untouched, mixing with the blood.
Bending, pounding, crying his own release into his twins neck. "Always ours." Teeth sinking, marking.
Panting, breathing, not separating, "Ours, forever."
"Forever."
Shifting, changing, becoming insubstantial, healing. Merging for a moment before becoming separate again. "Ours."
Members hard, bodies still connected, blade in the others hand. "Ours."
And the dance begins again.
AUTHOR: Teigra
PAIRING: The Twins
WARNINGS:
NC-17, some blood play, twin slash, PWP
SUMMARY: Ours
DISCLAIMER: I
don't own them. If I did, I'd never let them get out of my bed.
Their bodies were intertwined in a dance that had been known before time. One had hands locked in dreadlocks, head thrown back, back arched, pushing downwards. The other supporting, pounding, worshipping. It was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.
"Ours!" It was growled, guttural, marking his claim. Marking what was always his.
"Ours..." Answering, moaning, needing more.
Identical, always the same, only they could tell who was who. Neither always in control, giving control... Yet always one or the other, never a third in this intimate an act.
"Ours!" A switchblade found, never far away.
"Ours..." The back arches even more, head resting on the wall not far behind, milky white skin exposed.
"Please." A request, a plea, a command; neither ever really knew. Both wanted, needed, craved it.
The blade sunk, not deep, only grazing, "Ours..." Rhythmic pounding, blood pooling, soft moaning.
"Always." The head lifts, back curling, eyes opening, looking into an identical pair. "More."
Moving, pushing, bodies meet the wall, using it to speed along completion. A head drops, a swipe of a tongue, the coppery taste dancing across taste buds.
"Ours!" Another swift, deeper cut; followed by the tongue.
"YES!" Semen spilled between them, organ untouched, mixing with the blood.
Bending, pounding, crying his own release into his twins neck. "Always ours." Teeth sinking, marking.
Panting, breathing, not separating, "Ours, forever."
"Forever."
Shifting, changing, becoming insubstantial, healing. Merging for a moment before becoming separate again. "Ours."
Members hard, bodies still connected, blade in the others hand. "Ours."
And the dance begins again.