Title: The Twins

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Summary: We call them the twins, because they look so alike, they act so alike, they fuck so alike…

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The Twins

“You make my lungs sweat, my liquid skin set, under the seam, there’s a dream, there’s a dream, there’s something obscene in a dream, in a dream…”- Serafin, “Day by Day”

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Cardiff, Wales

2002.

A about a year ago I was in Cardiff, studying art at one of the large Art Colleges there, I had moved originally from a small place called Uckfield in Sussex on the south coast of England where most of the sea side resorts were dominated by tourism and old people. To me Cardiff was a breath of fresh air compared to the stifling tourist dominated life of much of Sussex. The city, was close to the sea, giving me perfect chance to photograph the angry waves in the winter and the beach parties the students of the college I went to were famous for. I loved Cardiff a lot more than I had ever loved London or Hastings, it wasn’t as good as Brighton admittedly but it was still amazing.

Once, just a few months after the second year had started, I was at a party with some friends that were doing the same course as me. The only real reason I was there was because my band was playing a small set, mainly as a favour for a friend who had set the whole thing up. Our band… well it wasn’t brilliant, there was four of us in total, playing mainly covers of such songs like “Day by Day” “Passenger” and “Nancy boy”. In case you haven’t noticed our band liked songs about sex. I doubt most people really noticed but then with a lead vocalist who spent most of his nights shagging and most of his day talking about sex, I would have thought it was pretty obvious we were going to play songs about sex.

Now at this party I had arrived late, not late for our set, just late, the band was supposed to arrive before the party started to give us a chance to set up and do what we needed, but due to traffic and a pile of assignments I had to finish or at least start, I had arrived just a little after nine, when some people were already plastered and others were well on their way to spending a night worshipping the porcelain god. My lateness however did result in a lecture from our sex obsessed vocalist and a disappointed look from our drummer who seemed obsess with keeping things on time, I mean I know the drummers job was to keep us all in time, but this guy was a little OTT. Anyway I was there, which is what mattered really and I was setting my bass up slowly, making sure the amp and my leads were okay and that I had enough spare strings just in case one of my went out, when I saw them.

The twins.

Stood at the back of the room together were the two guys so alike that it was uncanny, with the same dark hair, the same pale porcelain skin, the same dark enchanting eyes and the same piercings. One was dressed in a black Atticus fleece with the trademark, bird on it and a pair of snug faded blue jeans with a rip through one of the knees. The other wore a plain light grey hoodie that just met the top of his studded belt and black jeans, again with a rip in one of the knees. Neither were looking my way, which gave me a chance to study them taking in how similar they looked and how they seemed to move with a defined grace that was so indescribable yet so inspiring.

I knew then that I wanted to know these two boys, I wanted to draw them, photograph them, I wanted to make them art, not that they weren’t art already, but as it were, I became obsessed with them and the idea of knowing them in every way possible.

Now before you get confused, these two boys weren’t really twins, as I found out later when I eventually did get to meet them, but to everyone who knew them, they were known as the twins because they look so alike, they act so alike, they fuck so alike…

It was after the set, which thankfully had gone well despite a few hitches, when I finally got a chance to meet these two strange yet wonderful boys. I was just finishing putting my bass and amp away in a safe place until it was time to leave when Jo, a girl from my art class came over with a drink and cigarette for me. Jo is a nice girl, a little strange but nice all the same, with wavy brown hair and a tiny frame that made her look about fifteen if that.

“You did well tonight.” She smiled sitting down opposite me on the edge of the table. “No arguments, that was a surprise.”

I chuckled and lit my cigarette taking a much-needed drag from the cancerous stick. “All the arguments happened before the set, we were in the not talking stage.”

Jo laughed and shook her head, her earrings tingling a little, the colourful beads glittering in the smoky air. “You’re so funny at times Greg.”

I shrugged and sat back, my hands sore from playing and my mind slowly turning to slush as the weekend kicked in. Like I had done for much of the night, I glanced around the room searching for the mysterious boys I had been drawn to like a moth to the light. On this occasion they were together, although through out the night I had seen them apart as much I had seen them together. On this occasion they were alone, talking to each other with quiet gestures, neither smiling, both looking at each other intensely. For a moment I imagined myself standing with them, listening to them, listening to their voices, imagining them both to have husky seductive voices that were only used for each other and maybe myself when we were alone talking.

Jo noticed me watching the boys, a smile crossing her glossy lips as she glanced to where I was looking then back at me with some strange knowing look.

“Seen something have we?” She murmured softly.

I looked at her, not in surprise or embarrassment, but more in some awe. I nodded softly, taking another drag of my cigarette.

“They’re the twins.” She murmured glancing back before looking at me once again. “Hayden and Dominic.”

“Cute names.” I replied casually though inside the names seem to send chills through me, sparking my already burning inspiration. “Cute brothers.”

“Oh they not brothers.” Jo giggled shaking her head a little. “They’re called the twins because they look so alike and act so alike and…”

I waited for her to finish but she just looked at me with big brown eyes.

“And?” I urged on quietly.

“And apparently, they fuck alike too.” Jo finished finally, sitting back a little.

Another shiver ran through me as if I had been enlightened, as if I had been told the greatest secret about existence. I glanced back at the twins then at Jo who looked at me with interest, studying my reactions to what she had told me. I wasn’t sure what she had seen or what she thought of it but either way she stood slowly, her tight blue jeans not once creasing as she motioned me to stand and follow. I complied with eagerness, standing, leaving my drink to be forgotten and taking only my cigarette with me. By this time our vocalist had found a new fuck buddy for the night and our guitarist was in the middle of a drinking competition with two blokes who were twice his size and I just knew then that band practise tomorrow would be cancelled.

Jo led me through the crowds of people, most of whom I knew because they all went to the same university as I did, but a few were strangers to me. I didn’t realise where I was being taken until I was standing right in front of two virtually identical boys with hot sultry eyes and soft rosy lips that looked lush and intoxicating. I realised then as I looked the pair over that I was standing in front of the two boys who had caught my attention at the beginning of the night and had held it with an iron tight grip.

“Greg, this is Hayden,” Jo smiled pointing to the boy in the black fleece before pointing to the one with they grey snug hoodie. “And this Dominic.”

I nodded to them both, having suddenly lost my voice for some strange reason. Hayden was leant up against the wall casually, one leg bent so his foot rested against the wall, a cigarette held between two long slender fingers with red nail polish decorating the nails. Dominic stood a little more stiffly, studying me with his mysterious eyes before he leant back a little against the wall, his hoodie riding up just so, revealing creamy soft looking skin and delicate hips.

“Hayden, Dominic, this is Greg, he’s in my art class.” Jo introduced me.

The pair nodded lightly once in perfect unison, both staring at me with curious expressions, Hayden tilting his head a little as he blinked slowly, his dark lashes cuddling his pale cheeks for a second before his eyes opened again a small mysterious smile tracing his rosy lips.

“You’re the bassist of Seven Grazes for None.” He stated more than asked.

I nodded surprised he actually knew the name of our band.

“You’re really good.” Dom spoke, his voice a lot quieter than Hayden’s but just as seductive.

“Thanks.” I replied surprised at how calm I sounded as I managed a small smile of my own.

Hayden stubbed his cigarette out, blowing the last of the smoke from his lungs slowly, the wispy grey tendrils curling up into the light. I watched him wishing I had my camera with me to photograph them together in their quiet little corner that seemed to miles away from the rest of the party but as it were I had no camera and all I could depend on was my memory for future references.

“So you study art,” Hayden spoke up again looking interested. “What’s your favourite subject in it at the moment?”

“Life…” I replied slowly. “I like the life section.”

“That’s the part about the human form and what not right?” Dominic asked me looking like he already knew the answer.

I nodded a little studying them both, taking in their similarities and searching for their differences but finding none. Hayden tilted his head a little again, his eyes never once leaving me as he licked his lips, wetting them just a little so they glimmered under the smoky light that surrounded us.

“Must be fascinating, being able to study people like that, being able to draw and photograph them…” He murmured softly.

“It is.” I replied nodding again. “We have an assignment due at the end of the year for it.”

“Oh?” This seemed to catch Dominic’s attention. “What are you doing yours on?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

It was a lie, one that I knew they could see through because I knew the minute I had seen them I had wanted to work on them, I wanted to draw them and photograph them, I wanted to capture them on film and on paper. They must have known this because they looked at each other, their heads turning slowly, their eyes locking with such a heat and passion that merely observing it took my breath away and for a split second I thought that I might pass out.

“So you’re waiting for something to catch your attention?” Hayden asked, looking along the length of his eyes at me, his head not turning away from Dominic.

I nodded, noticing the soft seductive smile playing on Hayden’s lips, how Dominic’s gaze had fallen to his reflection’s lips, his own lips parted slightly, as if he was inviting anyone to come taste him, to experience him.

“Perhaps we could help…” Hayden murmured, his eyes glittering brilliantly, like black orbs. “What do you think Dom?”

Dom nodded, his eyes turning to look at me, holding a much more innocent glance, one that was so much more purer than Hayden’s and I knew then that Hayden was the dominant one, that Dominic would never control Hayden but was there to be controlled.

“I think that could work for me.” I replied nodded, finally letting slip of a small smile which probably came out more as a smirk.

Hayden nodded as if he was pleased by my answer before drawing his bottom lip between his teeth looking coy for a second before stepping close to me, allowing my senses to be invaded by his unique scent. He smiled, his face barely an inch from mine as his gaze dropped to my lips, a smile tracing his own as a bony hand came to rest delicately on my hip.

“Then we’ll be more than happy to help you Greg, with what ever you want.” He murmured so only Dominic and I could hear him, his voice husky and seductive, inviting me to experience him.

It wasn’t until a week later that I found the twins at my apartment; again neither dressed alike but still looking so beautiful. I spent my day with the band, listening to stupid arguments over stupid things before our Vocalist left for another night of sharking and shagging and our Guitarist went off to waste his money on booze. I had found myself back at my apartment with nothing but a few CD’s and some pot to keep me company and by the time the boys arrived with no warning, I was floating on the cloud of euphoria that only drugs could provide making their entrance seem even more dream like.

“I hope we’re not disturbing you.” Hayden smiled as he walked in slowly, like a lion stalking his territory and in a way my apartment, my life did become his territory, and Dominic’s. “But we thought now would be a good time to start on your project.”

I nodded to him as I shut the door softly, watching as Hayden motioned Dominic to him, his reflection complying as if he had long since learnt to obey Hayden. I could only watch as Hayden drew Dominic to him slowly, with those hot brown eyes, that seductive smile, his hands sliding over Dominic’s body as they became pressed together as if they were almost one, almost being the operative word. I didn’t even have to think about asking if I should start, grabbing my camera from it’s home on my kitchen counter and loading it up, walking over until I had the perfect vision through my lens.

When their lips melded together, I wasn’t surprised; I may have been aroused but not surprised, as I watched the pair, Hayden’s lips capturing Dominic’s in a soft kiss, their lips seeming to meld perfectly together. Lifting my camera I caught the moment onto film, moving around them capturing the moment from many different angles, capturing how Dominic’s hands ran over Hayden’s back as if he had done this millions of times before, capturing how Hayden’s hands made their way into Dominic’s hair, pulling him closer, deepening their fragile kiss, their pink wet tongues sliding together perfectly.

I watched through the lens of my camera, completely mesmerized by the sight, watching how Hayden’s tongue and lips caressed over Dominic’s pale neck making me want to join them, to experience them both. Hayden seemed to sense this because his gaze caught mine, silently inviting me over, silently tempting me to join in their fun and enjoy their pleasure. I forgot my camera for the moment and walked over to them as if I had hypnotised letting Hayden’s fingers to run into my hair and pulled me into the new kiss, his and Dominic’s tongue running over mine our hands running over each other’s bodies, allowing me to trace their bodies and memorise their bodies by touch. Hayden and I seemed to work the same way, both of us turning on Dominic as it were, my lips dominating Dom’s with no challenge, Hayden’s hands easily undoing his Twin’s top sliding it lightly off his skin, allowing for us both to run our fingers over soft creamy skin.

I had never tasted something so heavenly, nothing that could compare to the way Dominic and Hayden tasted, as I kissed over Dominic’s neck and shoulders, lapping at the skin softly, then repeating my actions on Hayden when Hayden’s shirt was gone to reveal his identical body. Both of them tasted so perfect, their skin so smooth and flawless that I became addicted to it instantly, I couldn’t live with out it even though I pulled myself away to grab my camera and capture the moments of hands running over exposed skin, kissed reddened lips meeting in hungry needy kisses as they pressed themselves together moaning softly, each moan and whimper sounding like something from Heaven.

Later when the intensity and fire had long since past and all that was left in my small apartment was the field of calmness and euphoric glow; I must have spent my whole night watching the Twins sleeping so peacefully on my bed with nothing more but the dim light of my lamp to light up their angel like features. In those hours of silence and darkness I drew to my heart’s content, capturing their peace and the way the shadows played across their flawless skin. To me, what I captured onto paper and film was mine, that on this lazy Saturday night, I had claimed these beautiful creatures as mine and even long after the project was over, and there was no real reason for them to show me their beauty I would still have them as mine.

And at the same time, I was theirs.

One winter evening, I was sat in my apartment drawing Dominic lounging on my couch like a cat, his body stretched lazily over the seats, his head resting lightly on the cushions as his eyes watched the TV with a dulled interest. I wasn’t sure if he had noticed me beginning to draw him, Dominic noticed very little except that which concerned him and in a way I suppose this didn’t concern him other than his physical presence. I had always enjoyed drawing Dominic; something about his submissive features drew me to want to capture his essence. Hayden’s dominance was so easy, he held himself with such power and grace that it was hard to miss at all, Dom, was different.

“When will we be able to see your finished piece, Greg?” Dominic suddenly asked me, his liquid brown eyes not moving from the TV.

“Soon Dominic, don’t you worry.” I replied softly, watching him before I went back to drawing him.

“And what about that drawing?” He asked, his eyes now moving to look at me. “When will I see it?”

For a moment I didn’t understand which drawing he was referring to, for I had many of these priceless gems scattered across my home, reminding me of the passion they caused. I never tidied away my pictures unless the Twins were present, for some reason I couldn’t let them see my work yet although I was suspicious that they had seen my work already and weren’t letting on. But the truth was, these drawings weren’t just beauty to my eyes, but fuel for my lust that grew every day I knew the Twins. These drawings that I had mastered, became something of an arousal for me, the memories painted onto the sheets with paint and graphite. An obsession had grown not just with their beauty but their passion, the world they had opened to my eyes, was addictive and I couldn’t lose that.

“Greg?” Dominic asked again, his voice curious and childlike. “When will I get to see the picture?”

“After you have removed your clothing and given me a kiss Dominic.” I replied softly, watching his lithe body with a hunger I only ever felt for the boy in front of me and his twin.

Dominic nodded slowly sliding off of the couch slowly as he stretched a little like a cat, his muscles flexing under flawless skin as he began to undress for me. I only half watched, concentrating on adding the last few details to my drawing, letting Dom to take his sweet time, choosing to only relish in his beauty when it was fully exposed to me. When Dominic’s shadow finally fell over me, blocking the bare light of the lamp from me, I looked up, letting my eyes travel up the boy’s body as my hands desired to. He stood before me with his submissive perfection, pale and needy, something that Hayden and I both enjoyed ravaging. I set my scrap book aside carefully, with out letting my gaze fall from Dominic before, with graphite smudged skin, I pulled him by his hips onto my lap instantly warming him with a kiss to his soft lush lips.

It was an odd erotic scene, having this beautiful naked boy sat on my lap as I kissed him, both of us entertaining ourselves until Hayden returned. Dominic was always obedient, which I loved, it made convincing him to do anything, easy. I kissed him with the same passion that I always held for him and Hayden, and Dominic obediently let me control moaning softly making me shiver in delight.

“Now can I see the drawing Greg?” He asked me when he lips were red and swollen.

“Well I did say that you could see after you had undressed and kissed me Dominic.” I replied, stroking his soft cheek. “And you complied very well, so I guess you can see the drawing Dominic.”

He nodded but not with eagerness, his eyes sparkling with excitement but his face never showing the same expression his eyes would. I watched, stroking his sides softly as he grabbed my pad and opened it slowly, staring down at the drawings with fascination. I didn’t feel nervous showing my art to this boy, for what was on the pages was sat on my lap currently, in bare beauty.

“Why do you always draw us together?” He asked his eyes lifting to look at me.

“Because drawing you apart would be wrong of me.” I replied taking the book from him again and setting it down. “I also only ever draw you before and after sex, but only Hayden has noticed this.”

“He always notices more than I do.” Dominic answered with some frankness, his eyes sparkling darkly stepping off my lap when I motioned him to. “He’s always smart.”

“And you always dream Dominic.” I replied laughing softly and I undid my jeans. “But you are also so beautiful when you scream.”

He nodded, letting me lead him to the bedroom, climbing on the bed with no complaint or desire to as he watched me undress myself, his eyes following my hands with curious interest. I smiled with amusement as I watched him watching me, letting my hands then crawl over his body making him shiver lightly.

“Do you think Hayden will be upset that he missed this?” I asked.

“Hayden wouldn’t be upset because he knows that later he will have what he wants.” Dominic replied quietly as he sank to his knees between my legs. “Hayden is smart like that.”

“Less talking Dominic, you’re losing the point of us being here.” I replied smiling, feeling like I was talking to a child almost.

Dominic nodded, understanding as he dipped his head taking me into his pretty mouth.

It was how our relationship worked; there was something there that made up for the jealousy and the competition that should have been there. This weird and wonderful relationship worked on the basic facts that we all wanted what we were getting from each other, our passion, our lust, our need was fulfilled by each other and whilst some nights I had both, and others only one to share my bed with, nothing seemed to worry me about the world I had fallen into…

… After all, it wasn’t everyday you got to sleep with art.