Warning: This be slash, as in boy/boy action. It's also twincest. You have been warned, don't come crying to me if this squicks you something horrible.
A/N: It's just a really short, mushy POV.
Feedback: Makes me write more.
Thanks: To Chevy, who's heart hurt from beta-ing this. Sorry.
Dedication: To Mandy, who made me sit on the floor, in a passage way while she attended a meeting. This is what I wrote to pass the time.
The Simple Art of Being
~ "We're not stupid, we know we're called Gred and Forge." ~
Do they know what it feels like, to be so closely entwined with someone? To be apart from each other, even by a hair's breadth, when we should have been one being? Fate divided US into ME and HIM and now we have to spend every waking minute with the longing to be a whole entity again. Be it by consuming him or crawling under his skin, by being taken or taking, all I seek is to be one with him.
And when lips meet, when his tongue takes up residence in my mouth and mine does the same in his, it feels like we are merged. When our keening cries of pleasure melt into one voice, then we are truly living. And when he is beneath me and around me, when everything I see and smell and taste and touch is him, then we are complete.
We no longer are brothers, sons or friends.
We no longer are Fred and George.
We just simply are.
A/N: It's just a really short, mushy POV.
Feedback: Makes me write more.
Thanks: To Chevy, who's heart hurt from beta-ing this. Sorry.
Dedication: To Mandy, who made me sit on the floor, in a passage way while she attended a meeting. This is what I wrote to pass the time.
The Simple Art of Being
~ "We're not stupid, we know we're called Gred and Forge." ~
Do they know what it feels like, to be so closely entwined with someone? To be apart from each other, even by a hair's breadth, when we should have been one being? Fate divided US into ME and HIM and now we have to spend every waking minute with the longing to be a whole entity again. Be it by consuming him or crawling under his skin, by being taken or taking, all I seek is to be one with him.
And when lips meet, when his tongue takes up residence in my mouth and mine does the same in his, it feels like we are merged. When our keening cries of pleasure melt into one voice, then we are truly living. And when he is beneath me and around me, when everything I see and smell and taste and touch is him, then we are complete.
We no longer are brothers, sons or friends.
We no longer are Fred and George.
We just simply are.