One Of A Thousand Nights
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Adult +
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4
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One Of A Thousand Nights
Note! I've named them. Stop reading now if it bugs you, because these are the names I use for them in all my stories of them (many).
Title: One Of A Thousand Nights
Author: Anu (anubeta@lycos.com)
Fandom: Matrix (2)
Pairing: Twin 1/Twin 2
Rating: PG
Warnings: Twinscest.
Summary: One more night won’t hurt.
Beta: I need a Matrix beta! Please volunteer!
In less than five minutes, you can see all there is to see about them. They look exactly alike. They are beautiful, and not in the way of a boy toy, but in the way of self-assured men working under their own purposes, despite the cover of their hire. Broad and lean, they stand self assured with small smirks.
But not all about them can be seen. There are times, as there are always times, when they are afraid. And they only show that fear to one another. The first twin is rarely named, even by his brother. Everyone calls them ‘you’ or ‘you two’. They don’t need to speak one another’s name, only to look into the other’s eyes to know.
But they have them, all the same. It is only reassurance. Names are simply things to confuse, to forget. Often, if they need words to refer to the other, it is easier to say ‘my brother’ than to call him by his name.
Tonight is a night when the first of the twins, Alezandor by name, is afriad. And this fear is not something his brother can help him with, because his brother is the source of that fear.
The water hits the tiles in the bathroom with soothing regularity, broken by the movements of his brother. There is a sound like a bucket being poured out when he wrings his wet hair. Alexandar will be finished soon, his chance lost.
So he rises from his chair where he had sat, frozen, and crosses the drab one-room apartment to the doorless shower in the corner. His brother turns at the movement, watches him. Rivulets of water stream over his back and thighs and chest, drip from his hiar and the end of his nose. Alezandor undresses shamelessly, his intent to join in the shower clear.
When he is nude, Alexendar makes room for him, turns the shower’s heat up a little. He wets his brother’s hair, pats shampoo into the braided dreadlocks. His hair is already washed. Alezandor washes the rest of him, again, until his brother returns the favor. With soap-slicked hands they caress one another, lost in the motions.
The water begins to cool, and the apartment begins to darken, the light from the ceiling vent above the shower fading. Even when they can no longer see, they can still feel one another. The hot water at last gives out, and they rinse themselves in ice. Niether bother to dress once they have toweled off. They sleep naked anyway.
In the bed tonight, they lay side by side, as always. Tonight, like so many nights before, they are hard. And afraid. It takes courage to give their brotherly embrace new meaning. Niether have that courage, not yet.
So they lay together in the dark, afraid to touch themselves, or each other. One more night to add to the thousands.
-END-
Title: One Of A Thousand Nights
Author: Anu (anubeta@lycos.com)
Fandom: Matrix (2)
Pairing: Twin 1/Twin 2
Rating: PG
Warnings: Twinscest.
Summary: One more night won’t hurt.
Beta: I need a Matrix beta! Please volunteer!
In less than five minutes, you can see all there is to see about them. They look exactly alike. They are beautiful, and not in the way of a boy toy, but in the way of self-assured men working under their own purposes, despite the cover of their hire. Broad and lean, they stand self assured with small smirks.
But not all about them can be seen. There are times, as there are always times, when they are afraid. And they only show that fear to one another. The first twin is rarely named, even by his brother. Everyone calls them ‘you’ or ‘you two’. They don’t need to speak one another’s name, only to look into the other’s eyes to know.
But they have them, all the same. It is only reassurance. Names are simply things to confuse, to forget. Often, if they need words to refer to the other, it is easier to say ‘my brother’ than to call him by his name.
Tonight is a night when the first of the twins, Alezandor by name, is afriad. And this fear is not something his brother can help him with, because his brother is the source of that fear.
The water hits the tiles in the bathroom with soothing regularity, broken by the movements of his brother. There is a sound like a bucket being poured out when he wrings his wet hair. Alexandar will be finished soon, his chance lost.
So he rises from his chair where he had sat, frozen, and crosses the drab one-room apartment to the doorless shower in the corner. His brother turns at the movement, watches him. Rivulets of water stream over his back and thighs and chest, drip from his hiar and the end of his nose. Alezandor undresses shamelessly, his intent to join in the shower clear.
When he is nude, Alexendar makes room for him, turns the shower’s heat up a little. He wets his brother’s hair, pats shampoo into the braided dreadlocks. His hair is already washed. Alezandor washes the rest of him, again, until his brother returns the favor. With soap-slicked hands they caress one another, lost in the motions.
The water begins to cool, and the apartment begins to darken, the light from the ceiling vent above the shower fading. Even when they can no longer see, they can still feel one another. The hot water at last gives out, and they rinse themselves in ice. Niether bother to dress once they have toweled off. They sleep naked anyway.
In the bed tonight, they lay side by side, as always. Tonight, like so many nights before, they are hard. And afraid. It takes courage to give their brotherly embrace new meaning. Niether have that courage, not yet.
So they lay together in the dark, afraid to touch themselves, or each other. One more night to add to the thousands.
-END-