something soft and wet and supple against his skin, stroking up his back... a sensation of - stickiness...?
One moaned very slightly, forcing his eyes open. Behind him, Two's hands gripped his hips firmly, holding him still...
It had been a nasty encounter. Had it not been obvious that the information the Merovingian had asked them to retrieve was of significant importance to all the exiles they would probably had declined the mission. Under the circumstances, however...
They were four hours into the matrix when the Agents had found them. Bad enough they had to contend with that. But worse, the Agents' software had, it seemed, been upgraded, along with new tactics to counter the Twins' abilities: they had managed to split the pair up, one group of Agents converging on each, and the Twins had been hard put to hold their own. They'd been forced to phase repeatedly, slowly but inexorably tiring, until One had taken two bullets - one high on a shoulder, the other through a lung - which had finally exhausted him.
Two had grabbed him, dragging him into the car, sliding into the driver's seat and sending it screaming along the roadway, sparing his twin a worried glance.
*Phase.*
One slumped back in his seat and gritted his teeth, arms wrapped tightly around his ribs as he tried not to breathe too deeply, blood bubbling in his chest.
*... too tired...*
*... fuck...* Two jammed his foot down on the accelerator, careering through the traffic, oblivious to the cars he wrecked on the way back to the core, expression focussed and grim. Under other circumstances it would have been amusing, this uncharacteristic lack of enjoyment of the carnage and devastation he was causing, but right now the clogging pain sapping what was left of One's strength left him unable to properly appreciate the irony.
But at least they had the required data.
He jerked forwards as Two slammed on the brakes and pulled the car up an inch shy of the car-park's retaining wall, then collapsed back against the bloody leather as his twin kicked open the door - why didn't he phase? One thought distantly - slid fast and gracefully over the vehicle's bonnet and yanked open the passenger-side door. Arm around One's back, he eased his twin from the car, holding the limp, swaying body against him.
*Can we walk?*
He was dimly aware of the faint tremors running through his twin's body, realising suddenly that Two was exhausted as well, saving the last of his strength to help his twin heal... He nodded, wincing.
*We can...*
Though it wasn't easy, and he was staggering by the time they reached their suite, crimson speckling his lips and the front of his coat as he fought not to cough, not to drown in his own blood. Two kicked the door shut, his own steps unsteady as he helped One into the main room then struggled to unfasten and pull off his twin's clothing.
As the ruined shirt joined coat, waistcoat and tie on the floor a peremptory knocking came from inside the wardrobe, and a second later Ki and Trash walked in.
"Hey guys, glad you're back, we're... hun..." The programme's cheery voice faded away as she took in the sight before her, eyes widening in horror. Trash bit back an exclamation and leapt forwards, hands on One's naked bleeding back to either side of the raw exit wound.
"Aw fuck, man! What happened?"
Two forced down his nearly overwhelming desire to throttle the human: One needed all the help he could get right now.
"We were... ambushed."
Trash nodded.
"And One got shot. OK. What d'ya need me to do?"
Two could think of a considerable number of responses, none of which were particularly helpful. Glowering at the human he growled through gritted teeth,
"We need replenishment."
"You gonna - go into him again?"
One roused enough to shake his head slightly.
*We do not have the energy.*
*We have no choice.*
Two nodded at Trash.
"But we are... running out of energy."
"You need food?"
"It would suffice."
Trash pulled his hands away from the silky pale skin and raced over to the phone.
"What's the number for the kitchens?"
Two really would have preferred not to have had an audience, but One was flagging, finding it harder and harder to draw breath, and Ki was staring at them with a mixture of curiosity and horror, and he was rapidly reaching the limits of his own endurance... He pulled their sunglasses from their faces and tossed them onto the bed, then gritted his teeth and forced himself to phase...
... for once not pausing to wonder at the iridescent beauty that was his Twin...
... hastily and sloppily repairing the code - silently apologising to One that it would still hurt, but that it would at least heal the worst of the damage, and that he'd do a proper job when he'd refuelled...
... nearly collapsing when he re-materialised - to find Trash waiting, one arm around One's waist, the other around his own, supporting him as he steadied himself. The human eyed him anxiously.
"Did it work? Is he OK? Are you?"
Two tried to glare, but his face wouldn't co-operate. He pulled One closer, hand stroking over the now-closed, roughened area of skin where the wound had been, then nodded.
"We will be. We need to rest."
Trash pulled his arms back tentatively, obviously ready to grab them both again if they showed any signs of falling - then turned his head as a knock came on the door.
"That'll be the food."
Ki blinked, then hurried to the door, grabbing the trolley with a hasty "Thanks - that'll be all", then wheeling it to the table. As he eased One down onto the bed Two's eyes closed in what would be despair in a human. The last thing they needed was a dinner party.
But Trash was only placing half the dishes on the hotplates. After a minute he looked up, smiling nervously.
"Ordered for us, too. That OK?" Without waiting for an answer, he turned to Ki, gesturing to the trolley. "C'mon - let's go eat."
The programme chewed her lip, eyeing the pale half-naked figure on the bed.
"But... will they be OK?"
"Oh yeah. I've seen it before - they'll be fine. But they need some privacy, yeah? C'mon."
Reluctantly, Ki followed Trash and the trolley back through the wardrobe, closing the door behind them.
Two dissolved his clothing and slumped on the bed, wearily stripping off the rest of One's attire then easing his semi-conscious twin under the duvet before stumbling towards the hotplates.
Paella. A chocolate dessert, all mousse and syrup and thick cream: he focussed on it suspiciously, but its code was normal. And soup. Well, a sort of thick broth, really, too chunky and rustic to be called soup. But nourishing and easily digested, and that was what he needed right now. Gulping down the rich liquid, he could almost feel it replenishing his energy supply. And three bowls later he felt sufficiently strong to finish repairing One's code...
One had gasped as he took his first painless breath in hours, his eyes flickering open to regard his twin gratefully.
*Thank you.*
Two smirked wearily, then nestled close, one hand cupping his twin's shoulder.
*We must eat...*
One stroked his locks.
*Later. We need to sleep now.*
But Two was already unconscious, exhausted. One sighed silently and laid a hand against his face, frowning. Later they'd have to consider the situation - the fact that the Agents now had a new method of attack was troubling, the more so since they had no obvious way to enhance their own programming. He growled to himself. One of the major drawbacks of being ancient programmes. There'd been no allowances made for upgrades.
Though there should be a way, if they could only find it... He blinked, suddenly intensely weary. Time to rest. They could discuss all this later...
The hands over his hips moved, stroking down leanly muscular thighs.
*We taste very good...*
One wriggled slightly, slowly rousing. He was lying on his front, head pillowed on his arms, relaxed and comfortable. And Two was licking his back.
Two reached to the bedside table and scooped - something onto his fingers, then spread the whatever it was over his twin's buttock. One frowned and twisted to peer over his shoulder.
*What are we doing?*
Two smirked and held his fingers to One's lips. Frowning, One touched his tongue to the brown substance.
*Chocolate?*
Two nodded, smearing a little of the rich, creamy mousse over his twin's lips - then leaning forwards to lick it off. One's eyes widened.
*Uh...*
Two chuckled.
*An excellent source of fuel!*
One blinked. Fuel? Then he grinned. Of course. Sugar.
*How much have we eaten?*
Two lowered his head to his twin's backside and slowly, teasingly, licked off the streak of chocolate he'd smeared over a lean pale buttock, then nipped lightly.
*Not enough...*
One shivered and tried to turn over: Two's hand on his other buttock held him down.
*Lie still.*
*We want to participate.*
*We can - later...* More chocolate, spread from the small of his back to the top of his thigh, licked off teasingly slowly as a finger stroked down between his buttocks, steel-grey nail scratching at the pale puckered skin of the entrance there. One gasped silently, body tensing.
Two bit him, teeth leaving a pink impression on his buttock under the smeared chocolate.
*... ow...*
Two kissed the mark apologetically - then bit again, harder. One yelped and arched his back.
*Stop that!*
*Why? We're enjoying it...*
*We are not!*
Two wormed a hand under his twin's groin, cool fingers wrapping the hardening flesh there.
*Oh really?*
Other hand kneading a taut buttock, thumb stroking small circles between his twin's thighs, Two licked chocolate, nibbling roughly on the smooth skin. One shuddered, a slow simmering heat building in his groin...
... it felt wonderful. His backside was burning where his twin had bitten, the pain somehow turning into pleasure as Two's hand rhythmically squeezed his erection.
*We want to know what it feels like. To be inside.*
One tensed. He'd felt Two's pain, that first time, although he'd been in such anguish himself it hadn't really registered until afterwards: he still felt guilty, even realising it hadn't been his fault.
Perhaps being on the receiving end would assuage the guilt.
Two paused, then kissed the small of his back.
*We don't have to.*
*... but it would be only fair. We should share everything - even pain.*
Two licked his lips, then bit again, harder, not quite breaking the skin. One swallowed a cry of pain and struggled over onto his back, glaring down into Two's smirking face.
*That hurt!*
*We know.* Two kissed his twin's abdomen, then settled himself beside One, head resting on one fist, the other hand idly stroking chocolate over One's erection. One scowled.
*And we're going to get chocolate all over the sheets.*
Two chuckled.
*Do we care?*
One shivered as Two trailed a chocolate-sticky finger over his balls.
*... we suppose not...*
A second later he found himself on his front again, Two behind him, between his legs, pulling his hips up and settling snugly against his arse. Penis rigid between his buttocks, rubbing firmly. He whimpered as a hand briefly wrapped his erection from behind, squeezing, then he tensed as the hot, blunt head of his twin's cock pressed against his anus.
No lubrication. Well, if it hurt too much he could always resort to their instinctive reaction to pain and phase.
Though Two hadn't. Two had stayed solid, enduring the pain because One had needed the release. Yes, they'd been forced into it, but...
He gasped and bit into the duvet, forcing himself not to phase as Two gripped his hips and shoved slowly into him. Burning, stinging, a sensation of uncomfortable fullness where there should be nothing - it was a strange pain, he thought distantly, unlike anything he'd felt before. His twin paused for a long moment, then pushed forwards again, and One's hands clenched around fistfuls of bedding: Two wasn't even fully in him yet? Panting, he tried to make himself relax as Two paused again, then moved forward again, inch by inch working his way in...
Two's eyes were closed, lips parted, trembling with the effort of not ramming home. He'd known One hadn't enjoyed the first time, even though their positions had been reversed, but this... this felt so good. A little painful - One was very tight, and very tense - but the pleasure... He could understand why humans liked this so much.
Finally he was fully seated, cock throbbing, groin flush against his twin's arse, bowed over the pale, quivering body beneath him. And it was perfect.
One rested his forehead on his crossed arms, fists tangled in the duvet, gritting his teeth as his lower body throbbed in time with the vibrations he could feel in Two's penis. His own erection had wilted, the pain too distracting: now he just wanted this over with.
And then Two started moving...
And suddenly One could feel everything his twin was feeling, muscle moving smoothly in thighs and back and buttocks as he thrust forwards and pulled back, constricting heat around the yearning hardness of his cock, almost painfully tight, the pressure building in balls and groin, the warm silkiness of his twin's skin under his hands and against the front of his legs...
His own penis responded, swelling and hardening as Two picked up speed, rocking them both back and forth as he rammed home again and again, head flung back, spine arched, feeling himself in his twin's body, a circuit of pain and pleasure that grew and intensified as their arousal increased... bodies hot against each other as Two leaned forwards and wrapped his arms around his twin's chest, panting against One's shoulder as he fucked...
Ki and Trash peered through the slightly-opened door, watching wide-eyed as the two pale, elegant forms on the bed glowed as they neared climax. Two suddenly knelt upright, pulling One with him, One's head arched back against his twin's shoulder, Two's hands wrapping One's quivering cock, their locks twining together almost like living things. Both pairs of eyes were closed, both pairs of lips parted, gasping. And then they came, together, in a shimmering cascade of light...
Ki swallowed hard and glanced back at Trash - who was rubbing frantically at the bulge in his pants. She glowered at him, then very carefully, very quietly closed the wardrobe door...
Brilliance inside, filling them, their bodies, their minds, exploding into blue-white light as they climaxed, together in this as in all things. Shuddering on the crest for what felt like forever, they held each other while the light faded into starry coruscations around them, slowly coming back to what passed for reality in the core to find themselves kneeling on the bed, Two still inside his twin's body, One's head turned, lips pressed to Two's neck, kissing gently. Blinking dazedly, Two carefully pulled out of One, both of them wincing, then shifted to kneel before him, pulling him close.
*One...*
One sighed and slumped against him, arms around his neck.
*Two...*
*... are one...*
One nodded, nuzzling his twin then pulling them both down to lie on the bed, holding him tightly.
There really wasn't anything more to be said. Though they both decided to make sure that particular chocolate dessert was on their menu more often.
And that they had a supply of clean bedding always available...