reunited and it feels so good - kris

[Miles Jeffery Lucas]

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[atrb=border,0,true] Miles grabbed hold of his hoodie, tugging it on before grabbing his backpack from its position by the door. He'd forgotten to do his homework last night, but hell... what were they gonna do? Suspend him? Ha. Yeah. He pulled the bag onto his shoulder and grabbed hold of his keys and headed out of the apartment, locking the door behind himself before he moved down the stairs and out of the building. Walking to the school wasn't all that far, New Haven wasn't that big. He walked into the building with time to spare, moving towards his locker so that he could deposit his bag. They weren't allowed in the classrooms, something about cluttering up aisles or some shit like that. He put his bag into the locker, tugging out the books for his first class. He set the books down on the ground then, kneeling down to tie his shoe back up from where it had gotten untied somehow, double knotting it before grabbing his books and straightening up again. Of course, that was until he was caught by the edge of his locker in the back of his head. "Fuck!" he shouted, falling back down to the floor, raising a hand to rub at his head and feeling a bit of wetness just beneath the line of his hat. "Mother fuck," he growled softly, pulling back his hand that was coated in a thin layer of blood. Damn it, damn it, damn it! He was gonna get blood on his fucking hoodie at this rate. Damn it! He reached up with his clean hand and unzipped his hoodie, jerking it off quickly and shoving it into his locker as well. He picked his books back up and shoved them into his locker before heading down to the school nurses's office. He looked up at the Reaper that was in charge of the infirmary and held up his hand with the blood on it. "Got something that'll make the bleeding stop?" he asked, sighing softly. He moved towards a chair as the Reaper came up behind him and shifted his hair aside, removing his hat, and applied pressure to the wound, telling him to hold it on there. He reached up, holding the cloth against his head as the Reaper asked him what had happened. "Nothing. Cracked my head on my locker door when I stood up like a dumbass." He paused as the Reaper pulled the cloth away and stated that it would be alright now, the bleeding had stopped. Well there was that at least. He sighed, he was gonna be pushing it to get to his class on time now. He went back to his locker, pulled out his hoodie and put it back on and then grabbed his books before movign down the nearly completely empty hall, rounding a corner and just as he was about to believe he'd make it to class on time - he ran into someone walking the opposite direction. "Damn it, I'm a klutz today, sorry, dude I-" He froze as he saw the male that he had run into, eyes widening exponentially. "Kristian?!" he shouted, books dropping to the ground with a loud bang as he wrapped his arms tightly around the skinny youth in front of him. "Oh fuck, Mecki, I missed you so fucking much!" he hissed, holding onto his brother tightly, closing his eyes as he fought back a wave of tears. He pulled away enough to look at the other before the realization hit him. Kristian was here. Which meant that Kristian had died somehow. "Aw shit, Mecki. What happened to you?" he whispered softly. It was all his fault. He hadn't been there to protect him. He hadn't been there to stop something bad from happening to his baby brother. "I'm so, so sorry, Mecki... this is all my fault..." Well so much for getting to class on time... He starts to roam the streets at night He learns how to steal and he learns how to fight

[Kristian Tyler Lucas]

somewhere out there, you lost yourself in your pain

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] —Kristian was still adjusting to his new life. He was staying with the guy who called himself a Reaper until he could get on his own feet better. He had gotten a job at the Hot Topic, but that did not pay much, so living somewhere else at the time was not really possible. Kris really appreciated the help, though. After all, he was certain there were more thrilling things the man could be doing than playing baby sitter to him. Kris was not sure what he thought of the whole second chance, thing; but, he guessed he was okay with it. Maybe. He was not sure, though. What point was a second chance? For him to continue to forever not be good enough? He guessed there was one good thing about it all, he could be perfect and not have to worry about his heart stopping again. It was weird, to know that he seemed so very much alive, but in all actuality, he was dead. It made him wonder where Miles, his brother, was. He had not seen Miles since... A shudder traveled along Kris' spine at that thought before he quickly shoved it aside. Maybe Miles was not there, though. Maybe he passed up a second chance. Could someone do that? Kris wondered that as he made his way through the halls, glancing down at the schedule in his hand. He was not sure why he was going to school. It was almost time for winter break. Wouldn't it have been better to wait until January to make him go to school? He probably should have watched where he was going better, because he somehow ran into someone; or, someone ran into him. He was not sure which. No matter, it caused him to stumble back slightly and drop the notebook he was carrying. He had started to pick it up only to jump as the other teen shouted, dropped his books, and pulled Kris into his arms. It took a few moments before Kristian was even sure what was going on. "M-Miles?" he said softly, just standing there before returning the hug tightly. He almost did not want to let go of his twin, but he did when the other teen pulled away to look at him. He knew most of his size would be hidden by his clothes, though his collar bones would still be mostly visible from the collar of his shirt. His face was still slightly pale and gaunt, and he had dark circles under his eyes (though the makeup successfully hid that). He basically looked like hell warmed over. He did not know what to tell Miles about what had happened. Too much had happened. None of it was Miles' fault, though. Kristian shook his head a little and bit his lip lightly before he said, "No, don't... don't apologize. It's not your fault." Honestly, Kris had a feeling that even if Miles had not... if the accident had not happened, Kris would still have ended up there. His want for perfection stretched farther back than when he lost his brother. The younger twin honestly was not sure why he felt the want to cry. It was great to see his twin again, but the want to cry was what was startling him. It was not exactly a happy cry feeling he had, either. It was more just... generally sad and probably a bit ashamed and embarrassed. He knew it was his own fault that he was there. He had let things go too far. He still did not feel good enough, though. Nothing was ever good enough. He was not... Well, he was not his brother. "I've missed you," Kristian stated honestly with a nod, flicking his straightened hair back out of his eyes. He honestly had no idea what to do with himself. He had never imagined he would get another chance at time with his twin, or that he would ever see the other boy again. It seemed surreal, and Kris was almost sure he was dreaming it. He was not sure whether to give in to the want to cry or to hug Miles again or to do both or neither or to do something else. He really just had no idea what to do, and he was completely unaware of the fact that he was crying a bit, anyway. It was a good thing his makeup was waterproof.

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[Miles Jeffery Lucas]

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[atrb=border,0,true] Miles could hardly believe that Kristian was there. He had been so alone since he'd gotten there, and was only just now getting in to the swing of things. He'd felt like half of him was missing... and now, he was whole. But at what price? Kristian had died... was that really worth it? Yet he couldn't stop feeling the elation rising within him at the sight of the other's face... the sound of his voice. He could see that the other seemed... thinner. His cheekbones and collarbones more prounounced. He reached up, gently cupping the other's cheek. "But it is my fault," he whispered softly. "I wasn't there to take care of you. You would never have ended up here if I'd been there. If I hadn't been so stupid..." And gotten himself killed. If he hadn't disturbed that one bit of ground where the rocks were that had caused the minor rockslide... he would have been there. He wrapped his arms back around the other male, feeling even that his brother felt thinner. Had he gotten sick? Or had he simply gotten so depressed that he'd stopped eating? Dear god, what had happened after he'd died? His poor Mecki. "I've missed you too, Mecki. So much," he whispered softly, nuzzling against him. "God for like the first 6 months I had trouble sleeping. Kept waking up in the middle of the night, convinced that everything was just going to be a bad dream but..." It kept not being a dream. He was still a bit of an insomniac. He rested his chin on the other's shoulder gently. "Come on, let's get out of here," he said simply. He reached down grabbing his books and his brother's notebook before taking his hand and pulling him down the now-empty hallways. Looking back at his brother, Miles gave him a small smile and tugged him out of the school quickly before some random Reaper could stop them and moved down the street. He held on to the other's hand, as if terrified that he would disappear or that maybe this was a dream. That Kristian was there. Or would it be a nightmare? He wasn't entirely sure. It didn't take them long to get back to his apartment. He tugged the other up the stairs and released his hand only so that he could pull out his keys and open the door, moving inside and flipping on a light before he let the other male in with him and closed and locked the door. He moved in, setting his keys and their books on a random table as he looked over at the other male. He looked around and gave a meek smile and a slight shrug. "It's not much, but it was better than living with those Reaper dudes, they kind of creep me out a little," he said softly. "Can I get you something to drink? Soda? Coffee? Juice?" He sounded a bit awkward, but he moved towards the small kitchen anyway, opening up the fridge and pulling out a bottle of mountain dew and a glass for himself. He could hardly believe it, his brother was there. He just hoped that none of his teachers decided to call someone to come looking for him. Now was not the time for class... he and his brother had a lot to catch up on... He starts to roam the streets at night He learns how to steal and he learns how to fight

[Kristian Tyler Lucas]

somewhere out there, you lost yourself in your pain

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] —"I wasn't there to take care of you. You would never have ended up here if I'd been there. If I hadn't been so stupid..." Krissy shook his head a little, though he was not sure his twin even saw the action. He highly doubted his brother being there would have changed anything. He still would have struggled with everything; after all, it had started before Miles had left him, anyway. "Don't blame yourself," Kristian said softly, shaking his head a little again. He really hated the the thought of Miles somehow trying to take the blame. Miles had not done anything to him. It was nobody's fault but his own, but he still thought that he was fine. He was so close to just being perfect. He wished that he could just... be perfect for once. It seemed impossible, though. Kris did not even bother trying to explain what it was like for him. He randomly got nightmares. He was terrified of water to the point he could not even take a bath. He only took showers. He did not like pools, or hot tubs. The lake terrified him more than anything. He had had so many nightmares of the lake, of what had happened and how it was his fault. Miles had been getting his bracelet after all. The first six months Kris could barely remember, if he was honest. Post-traumatic stress, he was told was the reasoning for that. He did not know. All he knew was from that time on, nothing had been the same. Kris nodded in agreement to Miles' suggestion of them getting out of there. "Where are we going, Mi?" he asked softly, though he easily followed his twin's lead out of the school. His hands were freezing, and he was sure his brother could tell, but Miles' hand was a lot warmer and it felt nice. Kris was often cold, even in long sleeves. He was told it was because his lack of body mass. Obviously, the people who told him that were blind. Once they got to Miles' apartment, he nodded a little at the explanation. Personally, he was rather fond of his Reaper. The guy had been really nice. They had just sat there and talked for the longest time. He had almost thought he had gone crazy, at first. To each their own, he guessed. The younger twin worried at his lower lip as he looked around, focusing more on looking the place over than the question he was asked before he said, "I'd take some bottled water if you have some." Bottled water only. He did not drink tap water. There were too many chemicals and added stuff to it. Pure, clean water was all he would drink. It was healthier than the stuff that came out of the tap. Plus, at home, tap water used to make him sick. It had much too much chlorine in it for him to handle. It was just not good at all. "How did you even afford this place, Mi?" he asked before biting his lower lip lightly, picking at his chipping nail polish as he looked around a bit more. It felt very much like a place his brother would live in. It was small, but had just enough room for him to live, if he did not suffocate from his ego (which was really just a running joke between the twins; Kris knew Miles' ego was not as big as it seemed).

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[Miles Jeffery Lucas]

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[atrb=border,0,true] Miles watched as Kristian shook his head as if trying to deny that it wasn't his fault. As if that made him feel any better. He strode forward, wrapping his arms around the smaller form of his brother once again, nuzzling into the other's hair slightly. "Mecki... don't try to ease my guilt. It only makes me feel worse." He knew for a fact that if he'd been there, he'd have noticed that his brother was letting himself slip. He would not have allowed it. He would have taken hold of him and shook him, demanding to know if he was trying to kill himself. His poor brother. His poor Mecki. All because he hadn't been there. If he hadn't been such a damn klutz. Damn him. Damn him to hell, he killed his little brother, he didn't deserve to be here... having a second chance, he should have gone straight to hell. He'd killed his brother, as surely as if he'd put a gun to his head. He pulled away slowly when the other requested a bottle of water. He moved back to the fridge and leaned in, pulling out a bottle of water and grabbed his own glass of mountain dew and returned to the other's side. He offered him the bottle and set his cup down on the table beside of the small sofa. When the other asked him how he afforded the place, he merely shrugged. "Most places in New Haven will work with you. My Reaper helped with the initial stuff. The first and last months rent and deposit. I'm making payments to him out of my check for that... and so then all I have is monthly rent, which includes utilities... and groceries..." He shrugged slightly at that thought, looking back at his brother. "And since its just me, I don't eat all that much, so... its really not that bad." He offered the other a smile before remembering something. "Oh, hold on," he said, moving into the little bedroom and to the bedside table, gently lifting up his most treasured possession since he'd gotten to New Haven. He moved out of the room, fist closed around the small object, and he held his hand out to the other. "Here," He reached down, taking Kristian's hand and gently setting the item into it. It was Kristian's bracelet that he'd gone after in the lake. It had been in his hand when he woke up here in New Haven. He hadn't had the courage to get rid of it, it was the only thing he had of his brother in New Haven. But now that Kristian was there... they had each other again. He smiled at the other male. "I think you dropped that," he said jokingly as he watched the other. He moved to sit down on his sofa at that point, reaching up to grip the other's wrist and gently tug him down too, tugging the other male against him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder lightly. "I really did miss you, Mecki..." he said softly. "Hey! Now that you're here, maybe you should move in with me! It'll be just like before. We can stay up late and watch movies and eat popcorn and... throw said popcorn at the television every now and then... it'll be great." He closed his eyes at the memories that assaulted him. His brother laughing and smiling, curled up next to him on the couch with a blanket over his legs. A bowl of popcorn propped between them. Their parents used to stay out late, he wondered vaguely what Kristian had been doing on his own when they hadn't been home. His poor Mecki. All alone. He starts to roam the streets at night He learns how to steal and he learns how to fight

[Kristian Tyler Lucas]

somewhere out there, you lost yourself in your pain

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] —Shaking him would not have done anything. Getting mad at him would not have done anything. Hovering would not have done anything. Whether or not Miles had died, Kris knew there was a huge chance that he would have ended up there anyway, whether Miles wanted to see it or not. Kristian had been struggling with everything since before Miles had left. Sure, the loss of his twin made it that much more difficult; but, that did not mean it would not have been severe either way. He still would have just been second best, and he still would have been scrambling to be perfect enough for their parents, something he knew he never was. A part of him could not help but wonder if they even missed him at all, or just Miles. They were probably just better off without him, anyway. Kris was out of it in his thoughts, and he jumped a little as Miles returned to his side to hand him the water. "Thank you," he said with a slight smile. He nodded a little when a moment later he was told to hang on, and he busied himself with opening the water to take a drink. He was still not sure what to think of everything. Maybe it was just a dream. He was sure he would be heartbroken if it was only just a dream. Kristian smiled softly when his twin returned to the room, but then his eyes droppwed to the bracelet that Miles placed in his hand and he felt like crying. It was the bracelet he had lost, the one that Miles had attempted to get for him before... Kris took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment and only opened them again once Miles tugged on his wrist to get him to sit down. He easily curled up on the couch next to his brother, setting aside the water bottle first. He had his legs tight to his chest while he snuggled close to the elder twin's side. Kris smiled faintly at the mention of moving in with his brother. It sounded like a good idea, but at the same time... There was so little room in the place it would be difficult to keep anything hidden. He did not want Miles trying to stop him from what he had been doing or trying to change the pretty much set schedule when it came to eating and weighing himself. "That... that would be nice," Kristian replied with a nod before resting his head on Miles' shoulder. He absently toyed with the bracelet still in his hands, trying to figure out what exactly it was he felt about the entire thing. Miles was there; but, was it just another trick? Or was he really with his twin again? He really hoped it was the later. He just felt worse than he did regularly whenever Miles was not around. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again," Kris commented softly, shaking his head a little as he wrapped both his arms around Miles' waist, snuggling even closer to the elder twin. "I've... I-I've not slept so well without you there." He shook his head a little, resting his own on the other boy's shoulder again. He had never used to sleep too well when Miles was gone from the house, and when the other boy was just gone in general... Well, Kris was lucky to get a full night's sleep. He would often end up sleeping in Miles' old room. His mother had gotten mad whenever she caught him in there; but, that did not stop him from going in there and sleeping, or just spending his time in there. He had stolen one of Miles' old hoodies at one point and he was actually sure it was in the closet of the room he was staying in. It had been given to him by his Reaper when the man realized he did not have too much of someone who was obviously important to him.

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[Miles Jeffery Lucas]

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[atrb=border,0,true] Miles had hoped that giving the other male back his bracelet would help make him feel better, but it just looked to the eldest twin that his Mecki was trying to keep from crying. His poor Mecki. What could he do? What could he do but sit here and hold him? He wrapped his arms a little tighter around Kristian's shoulders ever-so-slightly as the other pulled his knees to his chest. At least the thought of living together seemed to cheer him up a little. He smiled as he remembered all they'd used to do before he'd died. Sitting on the couch with this huge bowl of popcorn, almost every night was like this sleepover party between best friends. Kristian had been everything to Miles. Everything. And when he'd ended up here... he'd had nothing. He knew no one, he had nothing but the clothes he'd been wearing... and a bracelet clutched in his hands. The same bracelet which Kristian now held. It had been all he had. His dearest possession and it wasn't even his. He rested his head down on top of the other's as Kristian stated that it would be nice. It would be nice to have his brother back again. He'd missed him so much that it made his chest ache just thinking about it. He fought off the urge to cry now that he had his brother back. He nuzzled against the other's head lightly as he watched the other male fiddle with the bracelet in his hands. When the other stated that he thought that he'd never see him again, Miles closed his eyes, allowing the other to shift, and shifting himself so that Kristian could get his arms around his waist. "I never thought I'd see you again either, Mecki...." he whispered softly. Closing his eyes, he pressed a kiss to the other's temple. "I don't think I slept much at all for the first six months... even now I'm still a bit of an insomniac myself..." he whispered softly, pulling away enough to gently let his hand stroke the other's cheek. He leaned in, tilting the other's head up to him and gently pressed a kiss to his lips, the other hand holding the other close, but not tight enough that Kristian couldn't pull away. He pulled back, finally a few tears leaking from his eyes. "God, I've missed you so much, Mecki," he whispered, kissing the other male again as his hand moved down from the other's cheek over his throat and into Kristian's coat, gently ghosting over the other's chest. Unbuckling his brother's jacket, exposing the front of his torso, Miles shifted slightly so he could better wrap his arms around the other's small waist beneath his coat. One hand moved up, running through the other's hair and slowly pushing off the little hat that he was wearing as he kissed down over the other's jaw. "I can't tell you how many times I've regretted not doing this before the accident, Mecki. I've always wanted you to know how I felt about you, but before the accident, I was terrified of what you'd think," he whispered, moving himself so that he could rest their foreheads together. "I love you so much, Mecki. More than anything..." More than his own life. He'd sworn so many times that he'd give anything for just one more day with Kristian. And in case that's all this was, he was going to damn well make it worth both their while. He pulled the other male up into his lap at this point, pushing his jacket off of his arms before wrapping his arms back around the other's waist gently, kissing down over the other male's throat. Already, without the bulk of the coat, he could tell how much weight Kristian had lost. His poor Mecki. He'd have to find a way to put a little more meat on his bones. He kissed and nuzzled the other's throat as his fingers played with the hems of the other male's shirts, pushing them up slightly so that hsi fingers could graze across bare skin, feeling the vertebra on his brother's back only put things into a bit more perspective. He needed to take care of his Mecki... show him how much he loved him. Was this how he'd died? He'd starved himself to death? He starts to roam the streets at night He learns how to steal and he learns how to fight

[Kristian Tyler Lucas]

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Kristian did not want the bracelet. Not at all. Really, it took everything he had in him to not throw it across the room. It was his (and that stupid bracelet's) fault that Miles had died. It was. Nothing would be able to convince Kris otherwise. He set the bracelet aside as he clung to Miles, focusing instead on how nice it felt to have the other teen close again. The two of them had never really had much of a personal boundary between the two of them, and it was nothing new to have Kris climbing into Miles' lap, snuggling close. However, something just felt different to Kris as he stayed pressed close to the other boy. It was not a bad different, just different. Kristian closed his eyes as Miles pressed a kiss to his temple, and they stayed close at the gentle touch to his face. However, at the unexpected (and highly confusing) feeling of Miles' lips being pressed against his own, his eyes shot open again and he absently gripped tightly to the side of the other boy's shirt. Did that really just happen? Kris would have been lying if he said he had never wanted it to happen. He'd always read all those silly little fan stories of twins being in love in different tv shows or movies, but he had never really thought anything like that could happen, especially to him. He knew he probably should have been disgusted, but he really, really wasn't. He was just really, really confused. Since when had Miles wanted to do something like that? How could he want to, anyway? "Mi..." the younger twin said softly, unable to get his voice to coopearate enough to return the statement. He had missed Miles more than anything. A part of him wanted to pull away as the elder boy started to take off his coat. Miles would be able to see how bad things had gotten (though Kristian saw "bad" as being the opposite of what it was). While Miles would see how thin the younger boy had gotten, Kris still saw someone unappealing, too big, too stupid, too annoying, too clingy, too much of a terrible person. "You wanted to do this before?" he questioned softly, not sure if he fully believed the words or not. He did not think Miles would lie to him, but, well, it was just hard to see anyone wanting to kiss or touch him like Miles was. "I love you, Mi,

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He tensed a little as Miles fully got his coat off. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus simply on the feeling of Miles' lips against his skin and the way it felt to have the other boy's fingers pressing into his skin. He had always enjoyed Miles' touch. There was something comforting and soothing about it. However, this type of touch was so much different than the simple, platonic touches they would share before. This touch almost burned, but that might have been because he was freezing. "What are you thinking about?" Kristian asked softly, not even fully sure that he wanted to know the answer. Still, it was too quiet; at least, he thought it was with the way all he could hear was the pounding of his heart in his chest.

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tag: kris || words: 617 || outfit:here || date: december 4 - 8:15 AM

[atrb=border,0,true] Kristian's hand fisting into his shirt had Miles wondering if the other male wasn't pleased with the whole kissing thing. He knew that twincest, while popular with a lot of teenage girls, was not exactly something that most people were all to keen on. Miles waited for the other male to pull away from him in disgust, though Kristian remained in his lap. He leaned up, kissing the other male again even as the other whispered his name. "What is it, Mecki?" he whispered softly, nuzzling against the other male gently. "Do you want me to stop? I will... I'd do anything for you, Mecki..." Even give his life... again. He'd die a million times over again, slowly, painfully, for his little brother. He'd never loved anyone as much as he loved Kristian. He was glad that the other wasn't exactly fighting against his removal of Kristian's jacket. How could the other think that he was less than perfect? He looked up as the other rephrased his earlier statement in the form of a question. "This and so much more, Mecki. I've never wanted anything more than I wanted you... I want you to be with me..." he whispered softly, kissing his throat again gently as he pulled the other even closer, smiling as Kristian stated that he did love him. "Love you too, Mecki. So much. More than anything." More than even himself, which was saying something. He knew he had a large ego, but with Kristian... he was just Miles. He didn't have to put on an air for him... he didn't have to pretend. He didn't have to be perfect. Or popular. Or athletic. He just had to be Miles. He slowly moved his hands down the other's sides once more, tugging at the hem of the other's shirt, pulling both layers of fabric up slowly, hands gliding back up the skin, pushing the shirt as they went while Miles continued to kiss him. As the other male asked what he was thinking about, Miles pulled away to look at him, smiling slightly. "Thinking about how to get you to agree to go to my bedroom with me and let me make you feel so good," he whispered, pushing the other's shirt up slowly. He lowered his head, kissing over the skin gently, mentally crying at the ribs that he not only felt but actually saw sticking out. The skin stretched tightly over his brother's bones, it made him want to cry. Made him want to die all over again. What had his brother done to himself? He turned them slowly, pressing Kristian back against the warmth of the couch, leaning over him and pressing his body against Kristian's trying not to cringe from the coolness that reached him even through his own shirt. He slowly pulled the other's shirts over his head, careful not to smudge his brother's make-up or hairdo... he remembered well how much Kristian fretted over his appearance. He leaned back down, kissing the other male as he lowered his own hands, pulling his own shirt up slowly and pulling away to tug it over his head, pulling it slowly so as not to dislodge his hat and bandana which was keeping his dreads from falling into his face. He leaned down again then, kissing over the other's collarbone. "I want you, Mecki... I love you so much... let me make you feel good... please..." he whispered softly, determined not to go much further without verbal consent of what he was about to do. He starts to roam the streets at night He learns how to steal and he learns how to fight

[Kristian Tyler Lucas]

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Kristian shook his head a little when Miles asked if he wanted the other boy to stop. No, no that was not what he wanted at all. He was not fully sure what he wanted, but he knew that Miles stopping was not one of them. He was still pretty confused as to why Miles even wanted to be so close to him like that. He should have been disgusted. Everyone else was. He was ugly and pathetic and just... it was bad. Of course, then, Miles was pressing his lips to his skin again, and Kristian was having a hard time focusing on those thoughts, however accurate they might be. He absently clenched and unclenched his fingers in his twin's shirt when the elder teen mentioned that he had never wanted anything more than him. "Why?" he found himself asking softly. He did not understand why Miles could want him. Of all people, why him? Miles could have had anyone, and they both knew it. His ego was not without warrant, after all. Miles, to Kris, was perfect. It was not something he had to do, or something that he necessarily realized; but, to the younger of the two, the other was just completely perfect. Even his imperfections were perfect. How could he be anything less with the way everyone doted on him, anyway? Kris could not keep from tensing a little as Miles started to take off his tops. Nonononononono, was basically all he could think as he squeezed his eyes shut. He just knew that the moment the other boy really saw him, that Miles would come to his senses and not want anything to do with him. "O-oh..." was the only thing that Kris could force out with a soft, breathy voice as he was more distracted by Miles' actions than he was paying attention to his twin's answer. His face flushed a little, though, at the forwardness of the other teen's response. Kris was not really sure how the elder boy really wanted to do that, but he was too distracted to ask again as he pressed into Miles' wandering kisses.

He shuddered slightly when his shirts were finally completely removed and he fought against the urge to just grab a blanket or something and hide underneath it. He was freezing, but completely distracted with watching Miles remove his own shirt. The younger twin closed his eyes for a moment, worrying at his lower lip as he pressed into the kisses against his collarbone while slowly running a hand over Miles' chest. He honestly wanted to be with the other teen as well, something that scared him as much as it did not. It seemed like such a natural thing to want that he barely thought on the oddity of it. "I want you to," he replied softly, nodding a little while reaching up enough to gently tug on one of Miles' dreads. "You should ditch the hat, though. I don't like it." Kristian had never been fond of Miles wearing his caps. Honestly, it had always been because it made it harder to look at the other boy, something that Kris spent a lot of time doing, and not always in a subtle manner. He'd been caught many times staring by their mother or someone; they just always thought it was because Kris was jealous or idolizing Miles or something. Kris guessed that might have had some to do with it, but mostly he just liked watching the other teen.

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[Miles Jeffery Lucas]

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tag: kris || words: 778 || outfit:here || date: december 4 - 8:15 AM

[atrb=border,0,true] Miles couldn't help the small tug on his heart as his twin brother asked why he wanted him. How could the other male not see how beautiful he was? How could his brother not see how perfect he was? Kristian was his reason. His reason for everything when he'd been alive. His reason to do well. His reason to be strong. Kristian was his soulmate. Kristian was his other half. He was incomplete without him. He leaned down, kissing the other male firmly, tongue slipping past the other's lips and teeth to explore the warm cavern of the other's mouth as he pulled Kristian's body against his own, sharing his own body heat with the male beneath him who was cool to the touch. He slowly pulled away, looking down at the other male. "Because you are my everything, Mecki," he whispered softly, kissing over the other's cheeks gently. He smiled as the other stuttered slightly, overcome by his actions. He smiled at the blush the other male gave to him as he said that he was thinking of how to get the other into his bed. He shifted then, working his kisses down over the other's chest, fingers moving to lightly pinch the other's nipples as his tongue darted out over the tattoo on the other's hip slowly. He pulled up at this point, watching as the other male stated that he wanted him, too. He felt warm suddenly, pressing down to kiss the other's throat before chuckling softly at the comment about his hat. He reached up, pulling off his hait and bandana and tossing it to the floor, his dreads falling loose around his face. He leaned in, kissing the other male gently once more before he pulled back and got to his feet. He reached down, sliding one hand beneath the other's legs and the other moving around his torso. He lifted Kristian up, moving from the sofa to the single bedroom and the large bed. Setting the other male down, he knelt, removing the other's boots and setting them aside before moving up to undo his pants. He kissed the other's navel gently as he began to work the fabric down over slender hips - He starts to roam the streets at night He learns how to steal and he learns how to fight