Prompt #75: Mirror
Characters/Pairings: Roxas/Sora
Summary: Sora isn't as oblivious as everyone thinks he is. Companion piece to 'Sick'.
He wasn't blind. He saw the way his brother looked at him with quiet longing. He saw the way his brother would reach out to him, only to drop his hand mid-motion. He saw the way that Roxas would look off into the distance with a pained expression, and through their bond his own heart would break.
Sora knew about his twin's sinful affections. He knew, but he couldn't bring himself to hate his brother. It was awful, the way he would pretend that everything was okay, that he didn't suspect a thing. But it was always there at the back of his mind, gnawing at his thoughts. It never left him alone.
Everything was so wrong. They were twins. This wasn't supposed to happen. He ignored it, hoping that it would go away. It only intensified. Sora grew frantic, doing everything he could to avoid Roxas without letting the other know that he knew. But it hurt to see his twin look so lonely and sad, and the plan backfired as he tried to cheer Roxas up.
"I know." He told Roxas, too exhausted to keep pretending, and when the older twin looked horrified Sora pulled him into an embrace. Roxas cried, and Sora was quiet. And when Roxas pulled him into a desperate kiss, he allowed himself to be pushed onto the bed. He brought this on himself. As long as Roxas was happy, nothing else mattered.
He was so thoroughly ensnared in his brother's web that he would never get out.
The days seemed so long. Sora felt like everyone was watching him, like everyone knew, and whenever Roxas held his hand—but it was just like before, they always held hands, they were brothers—his face would flush and his stomach would churn. When they were alone, they would kiss. Roxas' lips were warm and wet, perfect against his. Sora felt sick.
But Sora allowed his brother to kiss him, to press him down and whisper desperate I love you's between near-silent moans. And when all was said and done, he would hold Roxas close as he cried, silent as the other apologized repeatedly as though it would make things right again. They were in too deep to get out now, they both knew that.
It's so wrong so sick disgusting 'regoingtohellI knowsowhydoyoukeepdoingthis?
He was home alone for once. Roxas was working late to make up for the time he lost during exam week and his parents were out for some well-deserved time together. Sora decided to go to bed early, too tired to wait up for anyone to get home. He turned off the shower and opened the curtain, shivering as cold air hit his body. To ward off the cold he wrapped a towel around himself, and as a force of habit he wiped the fog off the mirror to allow his reflection through.
Roxas' face stared back at him. With a choked sob, Sora buried his face in his hands and slid down the wall, the tiles cold and damp against his bare skin. Their faces were the same—of course they were the same they were twins—and no matter what he did, there would be a constant reminder. He couldn't escape.
And the worst part was that even though it was so horribly disgusting, he wanted it.