Behind the curtain: Challenge 1

Behind the curtain: Challenge 1


You know...every time I look in the mirror I see his face. Kind of bugs me really, why the fuck did we have to be twins anyway? Still, no matter how much I try and force myself to hate him...I just can't. That smile and cocky attitude, the way he acts you'd think he'd actually have something to live for. Maybe he does? Maybe he's just not telling me? Not like he's never kept a secret from me before. Well...we might look the same but we're as different as summer and winter.
That's why it caught me off guard. It wasn't the fact that he didn't even bother to shut the bathroom door. Hell I should have been used to it by now, should have just walked on by and gone to my room. Still the sounds he made were kind of hard to ignore sometimes. Then...he cried out my name. It wasn't that I was shocked, just more unprepared for the events that were to follow.
A good bit of steam was rolling out of the bathroom and I knew Dante was in for another one of his long showers. The usual low moans could be heard above the running water and although something inside my head was screaming at me I couldn't help but push the door open just a little farther. Damn me and my curiosity. I had caught him mid stroke and I could plainly see what was going on behind the semi-transparent shower curtain. Something in the pit of my stomach stirred. Something I didn't even give a second thought too most days, suppose I could be called odd for a teenager but then again my family isn't exactly normal.
The hot water was running down over his body, a body that was an exact copy of mine albeit more toned as Dante was a bit more active than myself. He had one long arm pressed against the side of the shower stall holding himself up while the other had snaked down between his legs. I was motionless, my heart pounding wildly inside my chest. Why couldn't I move? It was as though every other thought in my head had been erased and what I saw I could have almost called beautiful. My eyes locked to that form noticing his own were closed while his head was thrown back on the verge of tipping into ecstasy.
If I had been more aware I probably would have wondered why Dante hadn't noticed me by now. Already our senses were becoming keen, so much more than a humans. Again my name fell from his lips, "Virgil." He said it so softly yet there was certainly an animalistic edge to the tone in his voice. I started, knocking into the sink and causing various bathroom commodities to spill into the bowl. Our eyes locked...my only thought..."Oh shit."
I should have known there was no way out of this. The moment he caught me with his eyes, that slow unmistakable smirk ghosting across his lips. "Virgil." He had stopped what he was doing and it was now plainly clear the quantity of his arousal.
For a split second more I was frozen in shock my mind frantically working for some sort of excuse. "You...you should really close the door." Damn it, my voice didn't sound as bold as I had imagine it in my head. In fact I'm sure I sounded almost meek my eyes now downcast to the floor desperately trying to avoid that piercing gaze. "I...just needed to get something." I grabbed for a bar of soap that lay in the sink. For what reason I needed a bar of soap didn't matter, I was just trying to remove my self from the situation as quickly as possible.
To no avail though as Dante had already stepped out of the shower, small puddles gathering on the mat as his feet. He hadn't even bothered to turn off the shower and was advancing on me across that small room rather quickly. I turned to go but one strong hand gripped me about my wrist. "No...Dante." It was barely a whisper from my suddenly dry throat. The bar of soap I'd been so desperately clinging too now dropped to the floor with a dull thud.
"Hn...," the noise was almost sarcastic. "Don't you want to join me brother? I know it's been a long day and you've been training hard." He stepped in, even closer now and I could feel the heat rising from his slicked muscles. "Surely you're in need of a shower too."
At this he pulled me in pressing his wet body against my clothed one. I sighed trying to sound exasperated and annoyed. "Really Dante...knock it off! You've got my clothes all wet now." It was hard trying to ignore the arousal pressing into my stomach. Even though my clothes damp as they were I could feel the heat, the need. Trying to push him away he simply gave me that smirk again but then his face changed.
It happened all too fast as he worked quickly at my clothes and I was so dumbstruck I could barely comprehend his actions. A look of seriousness I'd never seen from him set his features hard. Then, there I stood fully naked in front of my twin and it was undeniable now that I too was feeling the pull. I thought I'd lost my sanity looking up and down his body with out shame now and I wondered if perhaps this was the purest form of narcism? My own length began to harden and if it had been any other situation I would have punched Dante for the pleased look he gave me.
We drew back to the shower, the warmth and steam inviting our bodies to soften and mingle under the spray. I closed my eyes as my head fell back resting on the wall, it was if my whole body had ignited with fire and Dante was the only one who knew how to put it out. Feeling the press of his lips against my throat caused a pleasurable shudder to course through me. His hands pressed firmly into the skin of my arms locking me in place. I couldn't move, couldn't think, only responded with a little cry which my brother seemed to find most exciting.
"It's alright Virgil...sometimes it's ok to give in to what you want." Dante's voice was lust laden as he spoke and I could barely hear him above the spray from the shower and the pounding in my own ears.
His touches were electrifying and quick. It wasn't long before he'd fully cupped my sex with his hand beginning slow, torturous strokes. My body acting with a will of it's own seemed to yield to those touches, my legs spreading quickly and going weak. Dante wrapped one arm around my waist stabilizing me so I wouldn't slip into the tub.
Then the purest form of connection took places as our lips finally met for the first time. I couldn't believe the colors exploding behind my eyes just at this mere kiss. Our tongues entwined so willing to explore the very reaches of the other's soul. This darkness that we each shared alone with no one but the other. The world was truly incapable of understanding what we were and so this solace could only be found as we wound around each other in a graceful display of sexuality.
Dante had moved back a little and as I lay panting slightly against the tiles I saw him grab for the bottle of body wash he used. As soon as he flipped the cap open I breathed in a scent I'd come all too accustomed too. It was clean, masculine and a little bit spicy. The scent I'd come to associate with my brother and then I knew in a sense what he was doing. Marking me...making sure I smelled like him after all this was over with. It was such a domineering and masculine act I felt the length of my lust harden even further.
"Turn around Virgil." It was a little over commanding and what was left of my wits protested slightly. That was until I saw him stroking himself with the soap. Long and even and my edge suddenly fell away, I was turning my back to him. Offering myself up and submitting, but I didn't care. I could care later.
Feeling his hot breath against the back of my neck made me arch my spine the hot water flooding over us was delicious. He nipped at my nape, just under the hair line and I felt myself go weak again. Again he caught me as though our bodies had become so in tune with each other we didn't need words. In fact we'd never really needed words to understand each other in the first place.
Pressing, hot deep and slow I felt myself soften to him my whole body trembling as he took me. "Mmmm...Dante." It was the first time I had said his name and this brought about an encouraged little thrust from him so that now our bodies were molded against one another. I could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly against my back then he began a rather rough and steady pace.
I could refuse him nothing now, my body and soul totally engulfed by the fierce heat spreading up my belly and through my thighs. This I thought would be our heaven. The sweet spot against so much bitter and vile that made up our lives. Rocking my hips back in time with his now we matched pace and I found a renewed strength. A low growl fell from my lips and Dante replied with another nip this time on my shoulder, this time drawing the smallest river of blood.
A feral cry issued forth from my lips, a bevy of hot seed bursting forth onto the tiled wall in front of me. Moments later before I'd had time to draw to my senses I felt Dante buck hard into me once more and I was flooded. His own howl, laced with descending notes of demonic song rang out through the small room. I felt my vision go dark, felt him stay inside me throbbing and twitching. But the act ended too soon and the water was starting to grow cold.
We separated and as I turned he did the same now facing the lukewarm water to wash himself clean. "Dante..." my voice was shaking but growing in strength now none the less..."you're such a bastard." I grabbed for a wash clothe and began scrubbing myself as quickly as possible. A look of malice set into my fine features, I stepped out of the tub gingerly wrapping a towel about my waist.
"You know Virgil." I could hear him more clearly now as the water had finally been shut off. "It's always going to be like this and you're always going to hate me one way or another." He stepped out himself now and took the other towel off the the rack. "Still we're brothers." He walked forward just to my left. "But I'll bet I'm the only one who will ever be able to make you scream like that." Smirking he walked out of the bathroom leaving me to fume over his unending lack of tact.

12-07-06