Okay, so this is the second chapter. I will edit it later to include the chapter sneak peak once I have the next chapter written out! To all those who are reading ( which isn't many) have fun!
Update 3-11-13: Hey! I finally got the prievew updated! Check back in a few days for the new chappie! And remember to review! ( I feel unloved, lol.)
Lorcan had always been the darker twin. More cynical and pessimistic than Lysander. He always was the more dominant one, anyone with eyes could see at least that much.
Because of Lysander's less daring nature, Lorcan was always the one to lead. Lorcan was the first born. He was the first to talk. He was the first one to get up and take those first unstable, teetering steps as a baby. Lorcan was the first one to run through the in invisible barrier at platform 9 and 3/4.
Because of this, it was only natural that Lorcan was one to initiate their first kiss. It wasn't very sexual. It was more curious in nature than anything else.
They were both, of course, twelve when it happened. They had seen a sixth year couple kissing in the hallways, and had immediately been intrigued. Raised to be extremely open minded dreamers, nether found it odd to experiment with their new found interest.
They kissed many times after their first attempt in second year. Both of them had kissed boys and girls, but they always came back to each other.
It was fourth year when they both decided they were ready to take their heavy petting just one step further. It was of course, Lorcan that that started it. Once finished, they each went to go try with members of the opposite sex. Though everyone knew that they had lost their virginity, no one new it was with each other. They both slept around a lot, though they never took more than one lover at a time.
Lorcan knew that if anyone ever knew, it would be him that would tell them.
That's why when Lysander marched up to him one evening with their best friend( and shared love) Molly Weasley in tow, he was quiet surprised. It was not the fact that Molly was with Lysander that surprised him, no it was the fact that their little Molly was immediately sandwiched between them by his brother. Before Lorcan could ask what the hell his younger twin thought he was doing, Lysander had grabbed his hand and shoved it up Molly's shirt while he proceeded to shove his tongue into her mouth.
It was most likely the fact that he was so bloody aroused by the sight that he was able to snap out of his stupor long enough to grab Lysander's rather fine ass as he fondled Molly's breast.
Lysander's head snapped up and his eyes rolled him everything he needed to know. He had told Molly about their less than innocent relationship. Though they both loved her and trusted her without hesitation, his and Lysander's relationship was not something they were quick to tell her about. Though they didn't care what everybody else thought, they were afraid that she would view them as disgusting and never talk to them again.
Lorcan looked down at Molly's messy brown hair, bright blue eyes, and red, flushed skin. It seemed that Lysander had taken it upon himself to tell her their little secret, and she was more than receptive.
For the first time in a long time, he truly smiled. For once he was glad that he was not the first. If he had assumed the task of telling her, she never may have known. As he looked into eyes that reflected the love in his own, and was glad.
Prieview: But, he tucked these dire feelings away. He thought that as long as he could get one of those truly happy smiles from his mother, as long as he could hear the approval in his father's voice, that it was alright to let himself fade a little bit.