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Suboshi looked at the sun; it was nearly set, and his twin brother
hadn't come home yet. He knew where Amiboshi was, of course; their
telepathic link was strong lately. His brother was on his way home,
but he wasn't hurrying. And Amiboshi was happy.
Suboshi sat and sharpened one of his collection of knives; it
usually calmed him but not today. Today was different, mostly
because of the fact that Amiboshi was on a date. With a girl. That
had never happened before. Suboshi didn't like it.
She was a local village girl, pretty and vapid and Suboshi didn't
even care to know her name. Amiboshi seemed smitten with her, though
Suboshi wasn't impressed. He'd always been the more practical of the
They'd gone for a walk and a picnic in the meadow, and Suboshi
sneered at the thought. How... sweet. He'd refused to share
Amiboshi's happiness when the girl had accepted, and he was ignoring
his brother's thoughts now, except the occasional check to see where
Then something happened to make Suboshi growl and throw the knife he
was sharpening across the room.
They'd kissed. Not a big kiss, just a peck, really, but for some
reason it enraged Suboshi.
The knife still quivered in the rustic wooden wall, and Suboshi
stood by the door. Waiting for his twin, who was even now
approaching their door. He'd walked the girl to her door, kissed her
and bade her goodnight.
Suboshi knew the instant the door would swing open, and the cheerful
face of his brother filled the doorframe.
Amiboshi's smile faltered at the look of rage on Suboshi's
face. "What... has something happened, brother?" he asked softly.
"Yes, it has," Suboshi hissed, stalking around his twin and slamming
the door behind him. He threw the bolts, then turned to
Amiboshi. "What were you thinking?"
"I..." Amiboshi was clearly confused, and Suboshi felt his rage
diminish just a bit. He loved his twin, he truly did. "I don't
understand," Amiboshi went on, wide eyes just now seeing the knife
stuck in the wall and the others scattered on the table.
"You kissed her," Suboshi said accusingly, and his brother's face
instantly colored a crimson red.
"She kissed me!" he protested. "I was so surprised I didn't know
what to do!"
Suboshi could of course tell that Amiboshi was not lying, and he
calmed just a bit more. "But you liked it," he said, not quite a
Amiboshi blushed even more, and said, "Well... yes... it was nice."
Suboshi snorted. "Nice?" He knew how innocent his brother was. He
himself hadn't had that luxury, as his training at the hands of the
masters had been quite different from his brother's. "Kisses are not
meant to be *nice*."
Amiboshi looked astonished. "They aren't?" He blinked slowly,
unconsciously licking his full lips. "What are they supposed to be,
Suboshi smiled, eyes fixed on his brother's now-glistening lips. He
laughed low and soft, and said, "They are supposed to be..." He
searched for the best descriptive words, and all but purred
them. "Arousing. Sexy. Passionate. Searingly hot." With each word,
he advanced a small step toward Amiboshi. "But never just nice."
Amiboshi swallowed visibly, backing up until he was leaning against
the door. "How... how do you know, brother?" he asked softly, his
Suboshi followed, until he was only inches from his twin. He smiled
more widely and said, "Do you really want to know?"
Amiboshi stared, wide-eyed, into Suboshi's eyes, identical yet so so
different. He didn't answer.
Suboshi raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to know what a real kiss is
like, Amiboshi?" He held his breath for the answer. Somewhere along
the line his anger had turned into something else. Something darker.
Suboshi expected Amiboshi to say no, but to his surprise, his twin
finally nodded. "Yes," he said, his voice soft but sure. As if he
knew how his brother intended to show him.
Suboshi let out the breath he'd been holding, and said, "You trust
me, don't you, brother?"
Amiboshi nodded silently, eyes fixed to his twin's.
Without another word, Suboshi closed the remaining distance, his
heart pounding, and pressed his lips against the identical ones of
his brother. He waited for Amiboshi to pull back, to stop him in
some way, but he didn't. So he deepened the kiss, pressing harder,
and moving so his body touched his twin's. They lined up perfectly,
Suboshi decided not to push any further, and pulled back after a few
moments. He watched Amiboshi carefully.
Amiboshi didn't move, except to open his eyes that had been closed.
He stared back at his brother, his face flushed even more, and
finally he brought one hand up to touch his lips.
The moment lengthened, and Suboshi finally whispered, "How was
*that* kiss?" He knew how it had affected him; his pulse was racing
and if he touched his brother again, there would be more definite
Amiboshi seemed to think, slowly lowering his hand. His eyes never
left his brother's as he said, "Better."
Suboshi smiled. "I can show you more," he whispered, full of promise.
"But..." Amiboshi seemed to think of something. "You're my brother.
Suboshi had been expecting that. "We are more than brothers,
Amiboshi, we are twins. Closer than anyone else in the world. We're
special. We know each other's minds. Why can we not know each
other's bodies as well?" This was the critical moment.
Amiboshi's pretty countenance was marred briefly by a frown, then it
smoothed again. "Will you kiss me again, brother? So I may consider?"
"Of course," Suboshi answered immediately, and once again pressed
his body against his twin's. Now, though, he was letting himself
anticipate, and his body was affected. He kept his hips away from
Amiboshi's for now, though. His brother's body was scalding against
his, their thin cotton shirts doing little to diffuse their body
heat. He pressed his lips to Amiboshi's once again, more
This time, Suboshi was sure he heard a small whimper from his
brother, and a hand settled on his shoulder, as if Amiboshi wanted
to keep his balance. Deciding the time was right, Suboshi parted his
lips and gently ran his tongue along his brother's lips. Asking
entrance. At the same time he pressed his hips lightly against his
twin's, his burgeoning arousal finding a rapidly rising match.
Amiboshi gasped again, parting his own lips, and Suboshi slid his
tongue inside gently. He stroked his tongue along his brother's, and
the other boy quickly got the idea. Amiboshi's hand tightened on his
brother's shoulder as their tongues danced slowly. At the same time,
he began to rock his hips against Amiboshi's, the slight friction
making him even more aroused. He didn't have to read his twin's mind
to know he was feeling the same thing.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Suboshi pulled back and looked
carefully at his brother. "Well, what do you think?"
Amiboshi's eyes were unfocused, and he was nearly panting. "About
what?" he finally breathed.
"The kiss," grinned Suboshi, running his tongue over his lips. He'd
always known his brother would taste wonderful.
"Oh," Amiboshi said, realization dawning. "I... liked it. A lot."
"So did I," whispered Suboshi. He hadn't stopped rocking his hips
against his brother's.
Amiboshi whimpered, letting his head fall back against the
door. "Suboshi, I..." his breath hitched. "That feels so good...."
He didn't try to rock back, just let his brother do what he wanted.
"It's supposed to," answered Suboshi, still smiling.
"It... it aches," the other boy said, eyes averted slightly. "Is it
supposed to ache like that?"
Suboshi nodded. Oh, his brother was delicious. "I can make it stop
aching, and make it feel even better, my brother," he suggested.
Amiboshi's eyes snapped back to his twin's and said eagerly, "Yes.
Suboshi could see that his brother's need had quickly supplanted any
shyness, but he still needed to move slowly. "You still trust me,
Amiboshi nodded, and said, "With my life."
"Good," Suboshi whispered, and stepped back, reaching out for his
brother's hand. "Come to my bed, then."
Amiboshi whimpered, seemingly mourning the loss of contact, and
Suboshi led his brother to the bed, and pulled off his shirt. "Now
you," he urged. "I can make it feel so much better if you take your
clothes off." Of course they'd seen each other naked since birth,
but never like this. Never aroused.
Amiboshi didn't respond, just pulled his own shirt off, and waited,
breathing hard, hands on the laces to his trousers.
Suboshi unlaced his trousers, letting them slide to the floor, and
stepped out of them along with his shoes as his brother did the
same. He looked over Amiboshi's smooth, lean body, so familiar, and
his eyes paused at his twin's arousal. They were identically hard as
well. He saw his brother look at him similarly, and then their eyes
There was no rejection there. They would share this as well.
Suboshi stepped closer, and took his brother's hand once again. "Lie
with me, Amiboshi," he said softly. He got onto the bed, and pulled
his twin down with him.
They'd shared a bed many times, but this was different. Suboshi
pulled Amiboshi against him, and kissed him again, more deeply. As
he swept his tongue into his brother's eagerly parted mouth, he
rolled so he was mostly atop him. He slipped a knee between
Amiboshi's, and felt his brother's moan as he parted his thighs for
him without hesitation.
Suboshi was no expert, but he knew quite a bit. He knew that some
things would be far too much for his virginal brother right now, but
they had all the time in the world. For now, he would go slowly.
So he pulled out of the kiss, drawing back so he could slide a hand
down Amiboshi's body. Amiboshi looked up at him, trustingly,
needfully. Suboshi was glad to give his brother this.
Amiboshi whimpered as his brother touched him, and arched up
helplessly. "Oh, Suboshi," he moaned. "Want... want..."
"Shh," said Suboshi, knowing exactly what his twin was trying to
say. "I'll make it all better." Finally, he wrapped his hand around
Amiboshi's hard length, and stroked slowly.
That wrung a strangled scream from Amiboshi, and Suboshi just moved
his hand faster. He knew his brother wouldn't last long. "Just enjoy
it, my brother," he murmured soothingly, not teasing at all. He
smirked as he thought about the poor girl that had brought this all
on with her innocent kiss. If she only knew. Perhaps he should thank
Amiboshi was writhing on the bed by now. He clung to his brother's
shoulders as if to keep from drowning, and gasped his name. He
seemed beyond more words than that.
Suboshi stroked faster, evenly and firmly, and he could tell when
his twin was close. He slipped downward, and replaced his hand with
his mouth, bobbing up and down and preparing himself.
Amiboshi's cries increased in volume, his eyes taking in what his
brother was doing just as he began to climax. Amiboshi filled his
twin's mouth, gasping helplessly, and Suboshi swallowed easily. It
wasn't the first time he'd done this, but never had it tasted so
Suboshi licked his brother clean, then crawled up the bed to lie
beside him. He held the trembling Amiboshi tight, and rocked him
until his whimpers subsided.
Amiboshi turned his tear-streaked face up to his brother's. "I'm
sorry I upset you, Suboshi," he whispered. "I love you."
"And I shall love you. Forever," replied Suboshi, holing his twin
tightly. His own arousal throbbed, but there would be many more
times for them, many more nights that they would lie in each other's
arms. He could wait.
Many would find their love unnatural, but for Suboshi and Amiboshi,
it was just one more thing to share.