A/N: Heya guys! *wavewave* Yeah, so, Missy and I watched 300 tonight....as "research." *grin* Hmmn, sexy half-naked (oh who am I kidding they were wearing next to nothing!) men covered in sweat and blood. Damn. I'd hit that. *grins again* Did I just say that? *blush* So yeah, speaking of the Spartans, about the lovely twins. This idea, actually, came from when I was sick last month and had nothing to do for a week except sleep and listen to it rain, and rain, and rain. Haha, some of the best ideas come out delierium! Or, at least that's what I keep telling myself...
When we were children, we hated the rain. Rain meant not being allowed outside. Rain meant being stuck in the palace. And the adults hated it just as much as we did, because boredom led to trouble, and they were often the butt of our jokes. So we usually ended up getting sent to our rooms, Polydeuces and I, and we invented our own games. We fought mighty battles, we sailed the seven seas, we went on heroic quests. And when our imaginations were utterly spent, we hid under the covers and told each other scary stories until we could no longer keep our eyes open and we curled up together and slept until the skies cleared. We made the rain our own. Those games slowly became our favorites, and we couldn't wait for the next storm to tell the bone-chilling stories we had collected. As we grew older, this time alone became even more precious to us. Gone were the innocent days of make-believe, and as we lay in bed we touched and kissed and loved, all to the sound of the rain.
Now, up in hills above the city on a cavalry drill, fierce wind tugged at my horsetail, pulling the brown curls loose and whipping them around my face. I lifted my head to the wind, grinning at the cloud bank on the horizon. The horses fidgeted, restless, sensing the storm. Another gust of wind lifted their manes, bringing with it the hot, damp air and the smell of rain and ozone. Thunder rumbled in the distance. My grin grew wider as I signaled to my riding to form up, our drill cut short by the approaching storm. I wheeled my mare, leading my men down the hill at a gallop, hoof beats echoing the thunder as the first drops of rain stung our cheeks. By the time we clattered into the palace courtyard it was pouring, and we were soaked. I swung off my horse and went inside. Normally I wouldn't hand my favorite mare off to a stable hand, but I was eager to see my brother. I ducked into my room to escape the servants' protests as I dripped all over the floor, hoping Polydeuces was already there.
"What took you so long?" he said accusingly, crossing his arms over his chest as I came in.
"I see you made it in before the storm arrived," I observed, eyeing his perfectly dry clothes and hair. I sat down on the edge of the bed to take off my wet sandals.
"You're soaked!" he snapped, shooing me off the blankets.
"Way to point out the obvious," I retorted drily, catching the towel he tossed me. "Got caught up in the hills on a cavalry drill." I tugged my horsetail out, the dripping hair smacking against my back. Polydeuces began drying my thick curls with another towel, stepping back as I flung off my wet tunic. He left the towel draped over my head and slid his arms around my waist, pressing his fingers into my chest. I leaned back against him, humming with pleasure as he flicked his tongue over the shell of my ear and trailed hot kisses down my neck. I arched back into him, stretching my neck sideways and closer to his lips. But suddenly he was gone, and I stumbled backwards with a yelp or surprise, the towel falling from my head to the floor with a sodden splat. I heard his quiet laughter, like water over rocks, and turned, glaring at him disapprovingly. Polydeuces was perched on the edge of the bed, hands out behind him supporting him, legs crossed, head cocked, deep blue eyes laughing twice as hard as he was. In spite of myself I smiled at him, and shaking out my long hair I sat beside him. Polydeuces pulled one damp curl from behind my ear, twirling it around his finger as he stared at me.
"What?" I asked, puzzled by his pensive expression. He shook his head in dismissal, laying his hand on my cheek and kissing me once, a hot, open kiss that left me aching for more. But there was none, and my brother pushed me back on the bed, cuddling up next to me under the blankets. I rolled on to my side, and Polydeuces draped his arms around my shoulders, tucking his head under my chin. His hot breath whispered over my bare collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. I slid my hands under his tunic, kneading the taught muscles of his stomach. He whined blissfully into my neck, and I worked my hands upwards, pushing his shirt up as I went. My twin buried both of his hands in my wet hair, gently massaging my scalp with his long, slender fingers. I removed a hand from his shirt, grasping his narrow chin and pulling his lips to mine. Our kiss was hot and wet, and Polydeuces fisted his hands in my hair as our legs tangled together. Our kisses grew deeper, more desperate, teeth meeting lips and tongues clashing together as we drank each other in. His hands, damp from my hair, we chilly on my bare chest, and I inhaled sharply in surprise as his pushed me away forcefully, ducking his head in embarrassment or maybe shame. I frowned, more concerned with the fact that he wouldn't meet my gaze than why he had pushed me away.
"Hey," I murmured, worry knotting my stomach as I stroked his cheek with my knuckles. "Look at me."
Polydeuces tipped his chin up hesitantly, the oceans of his eyes wide and expressive.
"Is something wrong?" I asked quietly. The sound of the rain on the roof was deafening as I waited for him to answer.
"No…" he said slowly, looking down again. "I just don't want us to be…I don't want to have to…" He made and irritated noise in the back of his throat, frustrated at not being able to express his thoughts. "I don't want us to have to make love to show that we're in love, you know? I want to just…be. Can we just cuddle? Please?" he blurted.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and drew him close, brushing my lips against his forehead in a silent answer. Polydeuces sighed contentedly, his fingers back in my hair. Our legs were still twined together, but there was not heat in the touch.
"My brother," I breathed into his spice scented hair.
"My lover," he echoed softly. His berry blue eyes drifted shut, but I could tell he was still awake. I let my eyes fall shut as well, listening to the sound of my twin's heartbeat along with the relentless storm.
A/N: *Laughs* Told you Polydeuces was a total hypocrite in this one. Usually he can't keep his hands off of Castor. ^^ But I don't know, this kind of wrote itself. Maybe he's growing up? ...Yeah, I doubt it. Anguish is up next, by the way.