Author’s Note: Okay! Um, I know I should be working on From Hell to Heaven in Four Months, but my muses seem to have abandoned me for the time being, so I’m starting this instead. It was actually inspired my Sims2 game, when one of my people had twin boys. And then my perverted yaoi brain got working and this came out. Yay for being a perverted yaoi fangirl (grins)

WARNING: This story contains slash/yaoi, meaning guy on guy action. It also contains INCEST, meaning relatives getting it on. If this at all bothers you, then I suggest you click the back button right now and read something else. Any and all flamers will be laughed at and poo-pooed on, because I’m warning you and it’s YOUR fault if you read it.

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Nine-year-olds Sidney and Ian Rogers sat curled up under the blankets as the sounds of their parents fighting traveled from the kitchen to Sidney’s room. They had been like this for hours; scrunched together in a bed, waiting to hear the end of the fight, because it had to come; it always came, no matter how much they yelled and screamed at each other.

There was a loud crash and Ian whimpered, curling up even smaller. “Sid, when are they gonna stop?” he whispered.

Sidney squeezed his twin’s hand tightly. “I don’t know, E. I don’t know if they will.”

“Why not? They’ve always stopped before,” Ian whimpered.

“They were really mad this time. And all their fights have been getting longer and longer. And they get worse. Mom didn’t used to throw things, and dad didn’t used to swear at her. And things just…” Sidney gulped, afraid to say the truth that he wanted so desperately to avoid. “Things just don’t look like they’re gonna get better, Ian.”

Ian uncurled a bit and hugged his brother tightly. “What’s gonna happen, Sidney?”

Sidney sighed and wrapped his arms around the other boy in a tight bear hug, more for his brother’s comfort than his own. “I don’t know, Ian,” he said, on the verge of tears. “I just don’t know.”

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Sidney sat in the living room, staring at the TV but not really watching it. He was too busy going over what his mother had just told him to even consider paying attention to anything else.

Divorce. His parents were getting divorced. He and Ian had come home from school and his mother was sitting in the kitchen with a big mug of coffee and a whole package of Oreo’s in front of her. Her face was hard, and her eyes were cold. Sid had gulped audibly when he saw her.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” Ian had asked. She stared at him for a moment before closing her eyes and saying those dreadful words that Sidney wished had never had to have been said.

“You’re father and I are getting a divorce.”

And now Sidney was here, staring at the TV, his mind a storm of thoughts and visions of what would happen. Ian was upstairs crying, having bolted to his room, locking the door so no one could come in. And Sid just stared and then said he was going to watch TV.

But he couldn’t. His brain refused to see the images of Tom and Jerry running around, or the annoying commercials that Sid hated so much but Ian loved because he liked pointing out what offers had so many strings attached and what products didn’t really work as well as they said they did. That was so typical of Ian. Turning everything into a learning experience, because that giant brain of his just loved sucking up everything it could and learning from it. Only Ian would’ve turned TV into a learning experience.

Sid wasn’t like that. He was smart, but he used it more for mischief and mayhem and getting away with it scott-free. He loved causing trouble, because it gave him an adrenaline rush and a high feeling that he couldn’t find anywhere else but with Ian when they were doing something together. Sidney really could’ve used the high feeling to boost his spirits at the moment. But his body refused to move, his brain still trying to take in the full extent of what his mother had told him.

A million different things rushed through his head at once. Which parent is leaving? Who gets the house? Are they going to have to get new jobs? And then one question pushed itself forward through the sea of chaos and as soon as Sidney thought it everything else vanished in an instant, leaving him with one single thought.

Are Ian and I going to get separated?

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Ian lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, crying silently. He had been for hours now; the tears seemed endless. He hadn’t even come down for dinner; instead he just stayed upstairs crying because he didn’t want to eat because if he didn’t eat with the family, then he would never have to deal with the building tension between mom and dad. He gave a small sob and turned onto his side, his hands coming to curl up beside his head.

He didn’t want mom and dad to get a divorce. Sure, they fought all the time, but that was better than leaving each other completely. Wasn’t mom a devout Catholic? And didn’t the Catholic Church forbid divorce? Yeah, it did! So that meant that mom and dad COULDN’T get divorced! And it would all work out in the end…

But in the back of his mind Ian knew that wouldn’t work, because mom had stopped going to church months ago, and he knew that she had quit the parish that they had gone to not three weeks ago. And he had seen her, in the living room one afternoon, burning her books on saints and her pictures and her wooden crucifixes in a fire, staring at it with cold eyes and she had murmured, “God is dead.” She wasn’t the same woman. Last year she wouldn’t have thought twice about divorce because you had to stay devoted to your spouse. Now it was actually happening. Ian gave another sob and buried his face into his pillow.

Maybe God really was dead. Because if he was alive, then why would he have let this happen? Why would he try and rip something so precious to Ian apart?

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It had been two weeks since Lindsay Rogers had announced that she and her husband David were getting a divorce. Since then they hadn’t said a word to each other, and whenever they happened to be in the same room the tension grew so tick you could have cut it with a knife. David had been sleeping in the basement, on the pull-out sofa. Sidney had spent most of his time staring blankly at the TV, not really watching it. Ian was almost always in his room crying except when he needed to go to the bathroom or wanted something to eat.

Sidney was in the kitchen, munching on some apples, flipping through a comic book but not really reading it. He was still focused on that one question: Are Ian and I going to get separated? God, no. Please, if you never do anything else for me in life, just please don’t let me and Ian get separated. I don’t think I could stand it. Please please please please please please please please…

“Sid?”

Sidney jumped and looked to the kitchen doorway, where Ian was standing. He smiled softly. “Hey. You want some apple?”

Ian nodded and walked over the table. “What are you looking at?” he asked, leaning over to see.

“A Spider-Man comic book.”

“Oh.” They sat there, only the sound of Ian eating an apple slice reaching their ears. He swallowed and asked, “Sid, are they going to separate us?” he asked quietly.

Sidney froze. His entire body tensed and he had to work very, VERY hard not to just burst out crying. “No,” he said finally. “They can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re twins, E,” Sidney said. “You can’t separate twins. It’s like, impossible or something. You’ve seen the movies. And even if they do separate the twins they always find a way back to each other. So everything will be all right.” He whispered the last part, because they both knew it wasn’t true, but it gave them some comfort anyway. Things that happened in movies had happened in real life before. Why couldn’t it happen this time?

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It wasn’t going to happen. They were going to be separated and they were never going to see each other again. And Sidney knew this because his father was packing the last suitcase in the car before he and Ian left forever.

A court order had come, saying that each parent was allowed to take one child, or one could have them both. Lindsay and David had each pulled a name out of a hat and whoever’s name was on the slip was the twin they got. David had gotten Ian; Lindsey had gotten Sidney.

And now Sidney was crying as his father came over and gave him a bug hug, whispering “I’ll miss you,” into his ear before letting go and calling for Ian to come because it was time to go.

Ian stepped out of the house, eyes and nose red from crying and he ran over and hugged Sidney so hard his ribs could’ve cracked, but he didn’t care because he was hugging Ian just as tight, and he never wanted to let go. He buried his face in Ian’s shoulder, crying so hard his face hurt and mentally screaming every bad word he had ever heard at God for doing this to him. He didn’t deserve this. Ian didn’t deserve this. Why was this happening if they didn’t do anything to deserve it?

After what was too short a time, Lindsay pulled Sidney away from his twin. “It’s time for them to go,” she said. She leaned down and gave Ian a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Good luck, sweetie,” she said. Then she stood up and glared at David. “You, on the other hand… Good riddance,” she spat.

David glared at her but refrained from saying anything for the children’s sake. “Let’s go, Ian,” he said. Reluctantly, Ian got into the car. The ignition was started and they were pulling out of the driveway and onto the street…

And suddenly Sidney was chasing after them, running on the sidewalk as fast as he could, his arm outstretched; reaching for his twin as though he could just will him back with force of mind. And then Ian stuck his head out the window facing in Sidney’s direction with his own arm reaching out. But the car was going faster now and Sidney knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up.

“I love you Ian!” he yelled as the car picked up enough speed to easily leave him behind.

“I love you too Sidney!” Ian screamed back, tears flowing out of his eyes more freely than they ever had before. And then he was gone, the car disappearing over a hill and onto the highway. And Sidney collapsed onto his knees, sobbing because he had just lost the other half of his body, mind and soul and it hurt so much that he just wanted to die…

I’m never going to see him again. I’m never going to be the same. He’s my other half; the part of me that’s good and sweet and keeps me in check and I’m never going to see him again…He released another sob. I can’t live without him… I’ll never be the same… I can’t survive…

And he was half right. He lived, but he never was the same.

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Mwuahahahahaha!!! Aren’t I evil? (Evil smirk) I don’t know why though… I just am. If you want the next chapter, review, review, review! It gives me brain fuel, which means faster updates… (Nudge nudge wink wink)