I am better than a book

What was so interesting about books? They were just words on paper, sentences and punctuations, dialogue and ‘moving expressions’. It was even a fictional book, a novel. What was so important about lie after lie written down, binded by a hardcover with pretty art to make it appealing so people would buy? Was the intricacy of the cover what pulled the younger into reading it? The thoughts ran through the older Lover’s head as he rested against the younger twin’s lap, head comfortable as he watched the expressions the other made, the furrowing of red eyebrows as golden-brown eyes skimmed sheets of parchment that have been overused. What makes a book more interesting than me?

   Ferdinand frowned, nuzzling his Lover’s stomach a little with his nose. He heard a light laugh escape Archibald’s lips, muscles tensing as he tried to keep from breaking his concentration. The reaction made Ferdinand grin, the more devilish of the two letting the grin form into a smirk, a hand moving to reach for the book, fingers catching the page he was on.

“Ferdinand…what are you doing? Hey! I was reading that…” Archibald mumbled, pouting innocently as the book was taken out of his grasped, page marked as it was tossed carelessly aside. He’s going to ruin the book…! Moving to get up, Archibald sighed with frustration as he felt his Lover contently lay on him. He obviously wasn’t going anywhere just yet. “Ferdinand. …are you jealous that I’m reading a book rather than coming up with another script for the Act?”

“That’s not exactly it…you’ve been ignoring me lately,” the other twin replied, moving up in order to have his head on Archibald’s shoulder, eyes looking right at him as he held back a smirk. His mind was ticking away, Ferdinand putting on the face of someone who looked positively ‘hurt’. Of course it was a lie, but he knew Archibald would figure it out sooner or later. Moving in closer, lips were close to the ear that he could brush against the lobe if he spoke. “And since you’ve been ignoring me…I think I get to have my lovely time with you right now.”

The younger gulped, a blush tinting his cheeks at the whispering in his ear. He sighed, groaned, and rolled his eyes. Always the one who needed the most attention, always the one who could get so jealous over a book, an inanimate object at that. Archibald moved until he was on his side as well, moving so Ferdinand’s head was on a pillow, and his own on another. Foreheads were pressed against each other, mirror eyes looking into one another as arms wrapped around into an embrace. Legs intertwined as Ferdinand smiled, noticing how Archibald was starting to blush even more. A mere smirk could get the smallest pink shade to form. Logically, Ferdinand believed it had to be because Archibald was the submissive of the Loverly Love Act. Archibald agreed to the theory.

“You’re stubborn, Lover,” Archibald whispered, smiling softly as he let the only person, besides the maids, servants, cooks, etc., in the house hold onto him. Their parents were out, probably in Madrid or another fashion capital, as per usual. They didn’t mind, at all. The    twins loved being alone, loved being able to take a break from everyone else in the world. Well, in the world of ‘them’. The two redheads established their own world; the world of ‘us’. They…had always been alone. No friends, no other siblings, just them. That’s how it always would be, anyway. The two males didn’t mind, even when they entered Donovan West Hill Academy, even when they started being the Little Devil Type for the Fender Club . Only two people could tell them apart, that were in the world of ‘them’. Sullivanh Thomas and Mountin Hanna. Though, all members were considered ‘friends’ of a sort.

They just didn’t compare to each other. Ferdinand always preferred Archibald, and vis versa.

“I know,” Ferdinand acknowledged, leaning even closer. He brushed back strands of Archibald’s hair, hand lingering on cheek as he used his thumb to caress it slightly. A small laugh was earned in response, Archibald looking up at the other. Noses pressed against each other, the closeness familiar. In the Loverly Love Act, they always portrayed such closeness, noses against each other, identical blushes as Archibald hung onto Ferdinand as if he was going to sink without him. Such closeness was visible even then, eyes meeting as noses stayed touching, Archibald moving so a hand was on Ferdinand’s chest, fingers intertwining with article of clothing. Archibald was blushing, Ferdinand not so much. Hands were cupping cheeks, Ferdinand doing something that wasn’t shown for the ‘boys love’ fangirls that flocked to see their public displays of forbidden affection.

Lips met. Archibald’s eyes widened, then quickly slipped shut as he leaned in. Of course, a cheek kiss, or a forehead kiss was normal. Close hugs, nuzzles, holding hands…that was normal, as well. But lips locking, bottom lip being played with, and soft moans against another pair of identical lips…that was new. Something unexpected, entirely out of the blue, and something Archibald couldn’t deny. He felt a tongue nudging his lips open, and he parted them willingly, letting his Lover’s tongue slide against his own, letting them mingle as he blushed harder, eyes shut as he let himself go. He didn’t even pull back, he didn’t even question. It was normal, right? Everyone kissed. Their parents did, and they knew that the other Host members have. So what was so wrong in kissing the other?

Nothing was wrong, in their mind. To the world of ‘them’, everything about their deep sibling bond was wrong. But in their own world, it was right. Everything taboo was alright for them, everything against what society wanted was alright. Pulling back slightly, Ferdinand narrowed his eyes, lips centimeters apart as he looked at Archibald, who opened his eyes slightly to look back.

“Why did you stop?” he whispered innocently, catching his breath as he searched Ferdinand’s mirror eyes. A smirk was the response, one of the older Lover’s hands moving to reach under the younger twin’s shirt, smirking as a sharp inhale escaped lips. Ferdinand moved to take the breath again, lips remaining against other lips longer than before, moving around as the hand dared to go further and further up, Archibald leaning against the hand at every touch, arms still around the other’s neck as he sighed softly against lips. The older twin smirked and moved to kiss the other’s neck, moving in order for him to be leaning on top, Archibald underneath as hands mingled with bedsheets, blushes darkened and eyes looked right into mirror ones.

Without words, Ferdinand moved in order to take off the younger twin’s shirt, who happily obliged, moving in order to take off Ferdinand’s, lips finding their way brushing against skin, chests meeting shortly as Ferdinand grinned again, rubbing his hands against Archibald’s chest, taking his sweet old time, moving in order to kiss down chest, not caring if one of the maids were to walk in, not caring if the door was locked, and certainly not caring how taboo it was. He flicked his tongue out as he went around Archibald’s navel, getting a soft mewl in response, a sound he never heard the other make. Interested and amused, Ferdinand pulled away, leaning over to whisper in Archibald’s ear.

“You like?” he questioned, voice low as he moved to nibble at the ear lobe, pulling away as he licked his lips, winking at Archibald, who blushed even harder and nodded. Satisfied with the answer, Ferdinand moved to kiss at Archibald’s neck, letting his tongue intervene as teeth ghosted over the skin teasingly, then finally biting gently. He bit harder, stopping once a groan was voiced from Archibald, Ferdinand letting his tongue lick the wound he inflicted, nudging the spot with his nose as if he were to apologize. He’s not a cat. Archibald rolled his eyes, moving in order to wrap his legs around Ferdinand’s waist, hands finding their way in order to mingle with identical hair locks, Ferdinand moving lower to pay attention back to the navel, moving around it slowly as muscles tightened.

It was going too far, and both knew it. Both knew the other knew it was true, as well. But knowing the right and wrong of something never stopped them. Instead, Ferdinand started to slip off Archibald’s sleepwear, throwing the shorts behind him, boxers falling with. Archibald’s blush darkened to an almost maroon color, Ferdinand not minding, smirking as his eyes narrowed, looking straight at Archibald, who looked right on back. An approving nod, Ferdinand immediately trailing kisses from naval all the way down, moving to kiss an inner thigh, slowly as he moved to a spot, letting his tongue out as he nibbled at flesh, Archibald groaning again as he tilted his head back, almost hitting the headboard. Tongue moved against skin, trailing as he licked up and down, not embarrassed at all. Being the dominative, he didn’t get embarrassed too easily, and he knew all the right moves to make. Smirking, he flicked his tongue out at the tip, Archibald’s eyes widening as he tried to hold back a groan.

Before a name could be uttered, Ferdinand had his hands beside Archibald’s hips, tongue trailing against length before he closed his mouth around it, sucking gently as he kept his hands to help him be steady, older twin groaning slightly as he hear moans fall like rain out of Archibald’s mouth, the boy’s head tilted back as he kept hands locked in hair. A hand moved to Archibald’s hip, using pressure to keep him steady. Archibald moved a hand from being intertwined with Ferdinand’s hair, moving it to place over his mouth, to stifle the constant noises that were being apparent. Ferdinand almost smirked, but kept it mental as he continued the notions, alternating from slow to fast. He kept his eyes focused on Archibald, watching chest rise and fall quickly as he parted his lips to moan. The hand was useless, falling to the side as the other withdrew from hair.

Ferdinand pulled away, moving in order to take off his own shorts and boxers, tossing them aside as he leaned against Archibald, leading kisses back up until lips found each other, eyes shut as rolled his hips against Archibald, getting a groan from the other. He kissed back eagerly, rocking hips as he held onto Ferdinand, eyes shut as he forced the blush to fade. Lips parted, Ferdinand panting as he grinded against the younger twin, Archibald’s arms wrapped around him as he tried to stifle moans, not making any progress the harder Ferdinand went against him. He felt the older Lover’s hot breath lingering near his ear, the feeling of hearts beat against each other if chests met. Archibald kept his legs wrapped around Ferdinand, head tilted back as he moaned Ferdinand’s name, eyes shut as he tried to keep from losing his breath. Sweat formed, Ferdinand groaning himself as he started to feel closer and closer. Overdrive was settling in, both parties knowing they were getting closer and closer to the brink.

The older twin didn’t stop motions, he didn’t break rhythm as he kept rocking against Archibald, feeling the other move to his tune, even if there wasn’t anything actually happening except friction against bodies. Archibald didn’t mind if he hit the headboard once or twice, it was nothing compared to what Ferdinand was imposing. Nothing could ever compare to the other. He groaned harder, letting it drag out as he tilted his head back, moaning Ferdinand’s name again as he kept rhythm.

Eyes were half-lidded, both connection as lips pressed against each other gently, motions still being made as both felt the same tune, sharing the same out-of-breathness the other shared. Ferdinand moved a hand to grasp at Archibald’s member, squeezing it just gently. One move was all it took, Archibald yelling Ferdinand’s name as he leaned back, releasing into the other’s hand. Not a second after and Ferdinand came as well, leaning against Archibald as he breathed heavily, panting and trying to regain and recompose himself. He wiped his hand on the bed, smiling as he lay against Archibald, who blushed the deepest shade red he had ever seen. Ferdinand rolled over tiredly, pulling Archibald against him as he wrapped his arms around.

“We’ll shower later,” he whispered, letting legs intertwine as eyes remained partially open. Ferdinand’s grin was wide, as if he won…some kind of ‘battle’. He nuzzled Archibald gently, blinking as he heard the door to their room open.

“Young masters, I heard a lot of yelling, are you two–” the maid paused, blinking as she looked over to the two naked males intertwined, Ferdinand looking over his shoulder at the maid who walked in. She looked around, blushing heavily as she bowed, stepping back. “I’ll just…leave you two alone…”

Ferdinand shrugged, kissing Archibald’s forehead as he kept the smile content, watching Archibald’s blush not fading in the least. The younger twin nuzzled at Ferdinand’s chest, moving in order to look up at him slightly.

“Why are you grinning so big like that?”

“Because, Archibald. I proved my point.”

“…and…what would that be?”

“That I’m better than a book.”