Disclaimer: If I owned, the boys would've had much, much more interesting storylines.
Notes: This was written for a friend of mine, my best friend to be exact. This is my Christmas present from me to her. This pairing is one we both love/obsess over, hence why my drabble fic (which is non-pairing for the simple fact that my readers request het and I'm not a het writer), is non-pairing and tends to poke fun at Kharg being a girl.
Warnings: Heavily implied Darc/Kharg. Twincest. If this squicks you, don't read. Flames will probably be ignored/laughed at.
Dedicated to my Best-Friend, Muse-Ravyn. Merry Christmas or whatever the hell we celebrate.
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"Did you know...?" Kharg asked, trailing off to briefly press his lips against Darc's before turning away, gazing out the window of what had been their mother's bedroom. He pillowed his head against Darc's chest, breathing slow and even. Darc cracked a lazy crimson eye, staring down at the blonde head.
"Know what?" He grumbled, yawning as his arms reflexively tightened around the more human looking of the pair. Kharg smiled up at him before returning his eyes out the window, into the forested area that lay beyond their small house.
"That some people..." He paused, rethinking his choice of words. "... that some humans consider this wrong?" He indicated the bed where they lay, sweaty sheets tangled about their bare bodies as they rested. Darc raised an eyebrow.
"So?" He said, releasing his brother to cover up a yawn before relaxing back down. "I want you, you want me. What could possibly be wrong with that?" Kharg laughed at his brother's simplistic way of viewing things.
"The world's always black and white with you, isn't it?" He chuckled, body shaking slightly. He paused again, still staring out the window, noting the weathered wall beyond the forest, keeping the people in, and the monsters out. "I wish I had such a simple way of viewing things."
Darc snorted, clawed hand reaching up to tangle in the blonde's long tangled mass of hair. "It's your way of viewing things that makes you human." He said, trying to sound as though the very thought offended him, though he couldn't quite hide the note of fondness in his voice. Kharg laughed, the sound echoing oddly in the early morning. He smiled fondly at Darc, leaning up to rub his nose against his brother's.
"And it's your way of thinking that makes you Deimos." Kharg said, quickly stealing another kiss before jumping out of bed, pale skin gleaming gold in the light streaming in through the window. He stretched, unaware of Darc's hungry eyes upon him and glanced around for his pants; he could've sworn he remembered Darc throwing them somewhere around here...
Kharg looked up and blinked. "How did my pants end up on the ceiling?" He asked, then let out an extremely unmanly squeal as he was tackled by an extremely playful Darc.
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I love you Muse...Please don't kill me.
Reviews would be loved. Constructive Criticism welcomed.