Hello, Kitsune Eru here! I've been working on this the last two days to try and break my writers block so I hope that it turns out to be written very well.

Summary: There lovers but they shouldn't be; but she doesn't see it. He wants to explain but she doesn't want to understand it from his point of view.

Mature for these warnings: sexual themes, nudity, ideological sensitive, alcohol/drug references. The last warning I won't say because some people will turn away without reading, but It'll become clear the further you get into this little oneshot fiction. If you figure it out and leave a review, please do not bash me. If you have something negative to say about it, send me an E-MAIL which you can find on my userpage; DO NOT LEAVE IT AS A REVIEW.

Hope you enjoy.

"Scoot over, Neil," Mith demanded.

I rolled over onto my side and looked up at Mith through two-tone brown eyes. She hovered at the side of my bed with a tired expression on her face and wore nothing to cover her damp body. I scowled at her for being naked but reminded myself that I, too, wore nothing and pushed it from my mind. But I did wonder why she wanted to crawl back into my messy bed after she had had a shower...

"Now, Neil."

I sighed at her forcefulness and threw the sheets back as I slid towards the wall, leaving her an exceptional amount of space on the full sized bed. I earned a smile from her for listening as she climbed into my bed, giving me a sweet kiss on the lips as a reward.

She pressed her back to my chest as I drug the sheets over us. Once we were covered, I felt her grab my hand and lace her fingers between mine, pulling it to her chest. She held my hand there and let out a little sigh that melted what little annoyance I had. "I like being here with you, like this..." she said offhandedly.

I couldn't help but smile at that. I wasn't sure if she had intended to say that aloud or not, but I had to admit; I loved being like this, too. Even if it wouldn't last forever.

Mith turned to look at me, still holding my hand, and gave me a little grin. "I'd be nice if we could do this every night..."

I chuckled at her. "You know we con't..." I replied softly, my accent exaggerating my words.

Hurt flickered in her yellow-green eyes and I felt a stab in my chest. "But what if we could...?"

"Mum would kill me."

She sighed exasperatingly at me and turned her face away. I knew I was hurting her with my words rather than feeding her silly little dream, but it was for the best. One day she would meet him; the man she will want to be with for life. And she'd be a hell of a lot happier with him; because he would be able to give her more than I could--marriage, children, boundless happiness. I'd be lieing if I said I didn't want to give her that; I just couldn't...

"You're being an ass tonight."

Her words brought me from my thoughts and I found her staring into my brown eyes with a pout on her face. "How so, love?" I murmured.

"You're not indulging my wants," she deadpanned.

Again I chuckled at her and I lazily kissed at her jaw. "You want what we con't keep having..." I whispered, "I con't indulge that..."

I felt her nails dig into my palm and I hissed at her, knowing she drew blood. She turned her back back to me and laid there, sulking. Again a stab was felt in my chest but I ignored it, closing my eyes and letting out a deep sigh; Why the bloody hell were we so deep in this doomed relationship?

Because you just are...

Another stab hit my chest and I opened my eyes once more and stared at the bedside lamp. She would be over this little fit in the morning and then I could explain to her that we needed to end this; that this isn't what's best for her. I would let her know that I felt like I was cheating her out of a full, normal, love life.

But would she accept that truth?

Probably not...

I soon heard Mith's even breathing and realized she had fallen asleep while I had been meditating. I smiled a little and gently kissed her good night atop her head, the smell of strawberry-mango filling my nostrils as I did so.

My favorite shampoo...

How'd she know?

Because she loves you.

I frowned at the thought and shook my head. She was blinded by infatuation; she thought she was in love with me. But she didn't know it, yet; and I would make sure she did in the morning.

Besides, who would love me?

I'm not the best damn guy in the world. Almost everyone knew why; I did drugs, I drank, and I was a whore.

Seriously; who would want to date a guy who would stick it to a guy, get stuck to afterwards, then finish the night up in a girl? On top of being wasted and high?

But if that didn't irk her, what Anthony and I had done should have...

She loved Anthony. Anyone could tell that. Except him; he was just an oblivious bastard that got what he wanted.

And I didn't mean Mithena...

I meant me...

I reached over her and switched the lamp off as I thought off that night a few years back.

She wanted to go to prom with Anthony; and have a night to remember with him--pretty much wanted to get laid afterwards. But he said he couldn't, that his grandmother was sick and that he had to go stay with her incase she needed him; Mith, being the sweet girl she was, believed him.

I didn't go to prom and I didn't want to go out on the town with mum and Richard; so I was home alone that night. Anthony had showed up wanted to go to a party at a friend of his's house. Of course I was a bit skeptical and questioned him about his sick grandmum and taking Mith to prom. He said she had died a few years back and that it wasn't his fault Mith was so gullible. I realized he had lied to her at that moment, the dick.

But being his friend I had agreed to go with him and left mum a note.

Now I wish I hadn't have; but I was a stupid fifteen-year-old then...

He had been the only one there I knew, of course, so I stuck to him like glue. People had gotten some laughs out of it; they had said I was like a cute puppy loyally following its master around. Others had said I was gay and into older men, which pissed me off back then; I hadn't known my orientation at that stage of my life.

Then the turning point of that night happened; Anthony had put a Bloody Mary in my hands and told me it was mine to drink. I had given him a stupid look in return; he knew I was underage and that he could get in serious trouble for giving me alcohol. But he had swore it was what they called a Bloody Shame, the virgin form of the drink; and like a dumbass, I went against my better judgement and believed him.

My reaction had gotten everyone's attention; I wasn't used to alcohol nor the spices that were in it. Then it was obvious to everyone I was what they called an "alcoholic virgin."

And they decided to fix that...

I had been urged on to finish the drink I already had, but I didn't want to; especially after a girl there cut my finger and put a few drops of my blood in it. She said it would kill the spices but I doubted her.

But my doubt didn't stop her from putting the cup to my lips and tilting my head back. I nearly gagged on the bit that reached my throat and ended up sputtering it. Of course they laughed and said I couldn't do it, that I was a pussy; Anthony agreeing with them.

He was why I had done it; he had pissed me off by agreeing with those people. So wordlessly, I had downed the whole drink without coughing it back up but my head had suddenly felt light; like it was seperated from my neck and trying to float away. But I didn't care about that; I had shut the bastards up and proved I wasn't afraid to drink it.

As I result, I had ended up drinking twenty more drinks; plain beer actally. Anthony had said it was an excessive amount of liquor for anyone to drink, especially at my age. But I told him I hadn't drank ithat/i much and gave him a drunken grin, which earned me a laugh from him and the rest of a wine cooler he had. Even in my drunken stupor, I had been able to tell that it hadn't been the most alcoholic drink I had drank that evening.

After what had felt like forever, Anthony decided to take me home. But since I was now drunk at the time, I didn't want to go home just yet and begged to stay a little longer only to be reminded that my mum didn't know I wasn't home anymore. Sulkingly, I had let him lead me out the house and up into the cab of his truck.

However, he hadn't taken me home; I could tell that through the haze in my head. It took me a moment to realize where we were and I questioned him about why we where parked behind my high school's gym. Of course, he hadn't answered me and the next thing I had known, he was kissing me in full on the lips.

I had tried to push him away after that kiss but being drunk hadn't helped me control my arms the way I wanted. The next few minutes had been a blur, still are to this very day in fact, and I had soon found myself with my shirt completely unbuttoned and pushed open, naked from the waist down, and in the most awkward position I'd ever been in in my entire life. In the bed of his truck. Drunk or not, I had realized what the hell was happening, and the little bit of rationality I had left told me I shouldn't have been liking it as much as I was...

After about what I could guess was an hour, I had heard my name being called. Lazily I had looked up past Anthony's shoulder only to have my gaze met by angry yellow-green eyes; and I had immediately sobbered my ass up.

Of course, after all that, I had lost any trust she had given me and I couldn't stand her hating me. And I was glad she had decided to give up on Anthony, he hadn't been the right person...but I feel into it with him.

I felt Mith shift next to me and I looked at her to find that she was awake again. Her eyes stared at me through the sleep glaze that coated them and I cocked my head to the side. "What is it, babe?" I asked in a hushed voice.

"Why're you so tense...?"

I quirked an eyebrow at the accusation and propped up on my elbow. "I'm not tense..."

Mith was quiet for a moment then her eyes went blank, and I frowned. I hated when she did that; I couldn't defend my mind against her.

Her eyes went back to normal and she glowered at me. "I forgave you, didn't I?" she scoffed.

"I suppose so..."

I got an agitatied sigh from her and soon found myself on my back against the pillows. I felt my muscles harden at the sudden change in my position and my ears stood straight up in defense.

"I did; okay? I don't want to go through the whole kiss-and-make-up thing again; we're past that," she said firmly, "And what's with this 'We need to end this' thing running through your head?"

I was silent. I didn't want to explain just yet, I wanted to wait till morning.

She sighed again and she gave me a weak smile, her eyes turning sad. "Neil, look; I love you. Truly, I do. And I know how you feel about it, but you can't force me to see what you see," she softly spoke, "Yes; I should still hate you after what went down with Anthony...But he brought us together also. Remember?"

Of course I remembered; how could I forget? I had told him once, about four months before Mith and I started our dead-end relationship, that I was attracted to her on a sexual level; even if it was socially wrong. And the dumbass went and blabbed his damn mouth to her.

I remembered that day...Mum and Richard were out of town visiting Richard's mum and it was just us there. She'd come into my room, naked, and told me Anthony had told her. I had told her to leave my room but she sealed the deal and I physicall made her mine...

A kiss on the lips brought me from my memory and found that she was sitting on my waist. She smiled at me with a flushed face and I grinned, realizing she hadn't completely terminated her connection with my mind.

"One round before morning?" I teased.

"It is morning," she stated, "You've been reminiscing all night."

I blinked. "What time is it?"

"It's about seven-thirty..."

I pondered for a moment and then grinned. "We've got thirty minutes."

"You sick dog..."

She squeaked when I rolled over, pinning her beneath me. I began to ravish her face and neck with kisses that eventually turned warm and moist. When a slight moan reached my ears I ventured my kisses down the column of her throat and between her brea--

"Kids! We're home!"

"Oh, shit!" Mith whispered and climbed from beneath me. She pulled her clothes from the floor and quickly tugged them on. She turned back to me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "Maybe next business trip."

I sighed and pulled my own jeans on. "This is why our relationship shouldn't exist..."

"Because we have to keep it from mum?"

"Because we're twins..."

She laughed at me and gave me another quick peck on the cheek. "Twins or not; we're lovers."

"Shouldn't be..."

"But are, so stop pouting."

With that she left my room to go greet our mum and our stepfather, leaving me to flop back on my bed and blindly let our secret continue.