Bored

Two was bored, which didn't happen often as more often then not his twin was with him. But Twin was such a fraction of what One really was, they were not doppleganger's, they were not in all actuality twins; as One was Two and Two was One. An intricate whole cut in two, able to share there thoughts while keeping some sense of ones self at the same time. So in an odd sort of sense they were twins and yet not. Two sighed as he passed their large set of rooms in the Merovingians chateau, as the Merovingian had sent One along with his wife Persephone on an errand leaving him alone in their rooms.

Two sighed as he paused in the middle of their luxurious bedroom, the room was dark to their startling white prescience, which was how One liked it. One liked pressing his twin into the dark black and red silk sheets of their bed and keeping him there. A shiver passed through Two as he looked over to the large bed that was pressed against the wall, its sturdy head board made of dark solid wood. It was like he thought they were one and the same except the slight differences they had subconciously chosen to have.

One was the more forwards of the them, more likely to speak aloud the Two. One also liked to take charge of his twin, taking him how he wanted and when he wanted. And Two figured it helped that not even the 'all knowing' Merovingian could tell them apart, so he couldn't even say he knew all of his favorite assassins. Nor did he know of all of their powers, they were older then even Merovingian and his wife, and they kept their powers quiet. Though not exiles in the matrix as they had kept evolving, changing their code as it fit them to stay safe from the Agents.

Turning on his heel Two started to pace again, unable to keep his mind quiet, phasing out of his jacket waistcoat and shirt, he sighs as he stretched his back and two huge pure white wings expanded from his back, the pure white feathers were as soft as silk against his unmarked skin. Phasing a bit he healed the long gashes from there the wings sprouted, these were their latest additions to their code, though his twins were different, instead of angels wings, One had chosen the devils form instead. Flapping the huge appendages a few times, he rose to float a few inches off the ground.

Though a lot more comfortable with the wings out and stretching, Two was still bored and missed his brother, and again with the lesser name for what they were. But these lesser titles were all they had to label one another for there were no names for what they were. Giving a shrug Two settled onto his feet once more before going to lay belly first on their bed, his long white dreadlocks splaying out around his shoulders, mixing in with the feathers. Sighing he reached up and removed his sun glasses from his sensitive eyes, and like everything else about them these were no more alien then the rest of them. Instead of having a pupil, iris and the whites like a humans, their eyes were solid black that had been shined with silver, though sometimes they glowed other shades of colors but more often then not they were just like Black Spinel.

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Two must have fallen asleep for when he awoke next it was to feel harsh leather wrapped around his wrists and ankles, while a heavy weight pressed into his back. A low purr sounded from the weight on top of him, as his lover stroked and tugged on both his feathers and dreadlocks.

"Did we miss us?" One demanded his lips close to Two's ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin there.

"You know we missed us." Two answered already breathless. He clenched his teeth together when he felt his twin arch away from him , then felt the shift in th air as One phased on top of him. He resisted the need to question his lover. When One once more settled on top of him he sighed in pleasure, before a shiver passed through him at the feel of warm supple leather press against his feathers from Ones own wings.

"Good, we would hate not to be missed." Came the reply before a hot tongue licked at Twos throat. And all Two could think as One dragged his blade along his pants leg, was at least now he wouldn't be bored. Two shivered as One dragged his pearl handled razor up his legs cutting away his pants deftly; with out even a single scratch. A pity that. Two liked it when his twin made him bleed. He shivered once more as One let out a deep throaty purr.

"We like the way we feel." One says while rubbing his cheek over Two's shoulder, wings and back.

"We are smooth and soft." Two manages to get out as he feels the press of a blade against his wings. Stilling instantly he waits for the sting, which never came. Their wings were over sensitive since they were a new addition to their code.

"Do we want to bleed? Do we want pain?" One asks as he drags the blade up to Two's throat.

"Yes we want to bleed, to hurt just a bit. We also want it..." Two trails off unable to find the word he was looking for to describe what he wanted from his lover.

"We also want it sweet." One finishes for him with a purr. Two could almost feel his twins smirk against the other side of his throat.

"Yes that is what we want, need." Confirming Two says with a sigh ad a purr of his own. Two lets out a harsh hiss as his twin drags the razor down his shoulder towards his left wing. This was the only time they made sounds of pain or pleasure. Because they loved hearing the sounds they made for one another.

One pulled back so he was straddling his lovers waist, flicking and flipping the razor easily while looking at Two's back as if it was a black canvas. And to One it was, it was his blank canvas; it was his to decorate. His to cut, bruise, mark and scar. Not that he would ever want to scar the perfect expanse of smooth pale white skin.

Two shivered at the swishing sound of the straight edge. Bitting his bottom lip to keep back his pleading to try and rush his lover to cut him more to hurry it along.

At the second slice of the blade Two whimpered. He continued to sigh and moan with each consecutive slice. He forced himself not to shift or arch as his lover cut into his skin, in between his wings.

"Mine." Snarled One once he was done cutting to run a finger over the bloody cuts. With another purr he starts to cut once more this time along the curve of Two's hip.

"Owned." One whispers reverently, again tracing the cuts, it was then that Two realized One was carving words into his flesh.

"One." He moans as he lays their unable to move an inch, as his lovers knots in the leather were as always perfect. He wanted more, more cuts, more words in his skin. But he also wanted his lover, his twin inside him taking him.

"Soon." Was all the other albino says before starting to cut along the other hip. It wasn't long after that One cut the leather straps that binding Two in place. Hauling his twin up One pulled Two into their bathroom to show off the cuts.

In between his wings that were splattered with a small amount of blood was the word Mine, along his left hip was Owned, on his right was Twin, and just above his ass was Ones.

Two gasped at the sight, never before had One carved words into him, never before had he taken such care. After all why worry too much when they could heal with just a phase and start over?

"One?" He asks carefully still in a little bit of shock over the art his lover had carved into him.

"We belong to us." One snarls before bitting into Two's shoulder. Two moaned even as he nodded his head. There was no denying that ownership, after all they had always been together; never apart.

"Others were talking, about trying to take us, make us submit. But we submit to no one but us." One says slowly as he locks silver black eyes with those of his twins.

"Only submit to us." Two whispers while One presses the palms of his hands into the words Owned and Twin, making Two hiss in pleasure.

"Like seeing us like this, splattered in blood and flushed." One purrs before leaning down to once more bite his twins shoulder.

"We do." Two whispers as he lifts his arms too wrap around his lovers shoulders. "We need." He adds while arching against One provocatively making One groan before growling.

"We will wait, we want to look at our marks." One replies only to push Two away a bit so he could admire the blood trails, drops and his possession of his brother.