Corbin had actually managed to work his way up at the grocery store to shift manager. It beat stocking the shelves and it meant he could schedule his time off to coincide with Colby's. It was also possible to keep his brother out of trouble better. He'd just gotten home from work and flopped down on the couch. Life was going strangely well and quiet. He couldn't help but be afraid that something bad was coming.

Colby still stocked and they kept him pretty well away from the customers. He worked harder now though and he tried to make Corbin look good to the other bosses. When he got home that afternoon he had gone to their bedroom in the tiny apartment to take a nap. When he hear Corbin come in he rolled out of bed and he shuffled into the living room in just his pajama pants and one of Corbin's t-shirts he had found on the floor. He cralwed onto the couch and laid his head down against his brother's chest.

"Does it feel like something's coming?" He asked with a concerned frown. "Things have been too easy." The boys had never been psychic, unless one counted their own connection to one another that bordered on supernatural. He sighed, smoothing his hand down the other boy's back.

"Mhmm." Colby murmured quietly before he closed his eyes and just sighed. "I just want things to keep going like this. Just you and me, working and living here." It was really nice and he felt like they actually had a life for once. "What if something is wrong and we get hurt or worse?"

Corbin wasn't sure if he loved the safe monotony or was being driven crazy by it. He didn't suppose it mattered so long as Colby was around. "If someone tries to hurt us, you'll hurt them and I'll heal us. It'll be okay." He shouldn't have brought anything up. A worried Colby was an eradic one.

"What if I die. You can't heal dead." Colby frowned and turned his head down to press his face into Corbin's shoulder. "Would you miss me terribly if I was gone? Would you find another lover? Someone easier to love?"

"You're easy to love," Corbin frowned, not liking that Colby thought like that. "And I've never tried to heal dead. Maybe I can." He knew he couldn't, but he could not handle the idea of not being able to save his brother. "What if I die?"

"I'll open all the old wounds in my body and I will die with you." Simple as that. He answered without hesitating, as if he had thought of this before, and he had. Actually he had thought about it often.

"That's not fair. How will I kill myself without you around?" He could talk about dark things easily and he grinned, laughing a little as he combed his fingers through Colby's hair.

"You will have to do it the old fashioned way." Colby said, quite seriously as Corbin carded through his hair. "It will be more effort for you than me, that is for sure." he sighed, letting hot hair out against his brother's throat.

He loved how serious the other sounded. For Corbin, it was a game--lots of things were a game. "Do one on me now. Call one up." It was exciting to feel that swell of pain that came from seemingly nowhere and the gush of blood that so often came with it.

For a moment Colby was entirely still as he tried to recall a wound he wanted to call up. He was touching him, head to his shoulder, forehead against his jaw. That was all the more contact he needed now, he had been getting better at controlling it without his hands. He pulled up a slice across Corbin's palm. One he had done to him and to himself so they could be blood brothers.

Corbin hissed and then groaned. He knew it would be that one; it was one of his favorites. He lifted his palm so he could see it and whimpered when it went even deeper than he remembered. It hurt, stung all the way down his wrist in a throbbing ache with each heartbeat. "There's a boy at work who likes you. Did you know that?" Corbin said idely.

"Really?" Colby sounded vaguely interested but only in the sense that he found everything Corbin said interesting. "Are you sure they don't just like you?" They were the same person, essentially, but Corbin was saner by a longshot.

"I'm sure," he said before healing up the wound. There was still blood on his hand though, and he smoothed his fingertips up underneath Colby's shirt so he could let the warm liquid smear across his bare skin. "His name is Paul and he always asks about you. This morning he asked to switch shifts with someone so he could work on yours."

"Really?" That surprised him a little and he tried to remember which person Paul was. He was pretty oblivious to everyone else. "Which one is Paul? Is that the one with dark hair?" he squirmed at the warm feeling of Corbin's blood on his skin and he chewed on his bottom lip to keep from making any noise.

He liked to feel Colby move against him and he dug the heel of his palm against the small of the boy's back to create more sensation. "Yes, with curly hair. He's really sweet actually, but kind of pathetic." He'd be lying if he said he wasn't jealous, but the kid interested him a little. He was so normal.

"He's all right I guess." Colby rocked his hips against Corbin's and he pressed his face to his neck. "Do you think he wants to be my boyfriend?" Not that Colby wanted it, he was just curious.

Corbin laughed at Colby's response, but the pressure of their hips together made his throat go a little dry and his laugh died off. It was easy to forget about his jealousy when Colby was on top of him. "He has a crush on you--it's obvious," Corbin managed to get out. "I've tried to fool him into thinking I was you, but he always seems to know the difference."

"Maybe I will talk to him tomorrow. He can be my work boyfriend and you can be my home boyfriend since I shouldn't be dating the boss at work." he rocked his hips against Corbin's again. "Do you want me?"

It was impossible to keep up the conversation with Colby moving against him like that and he let his face turn to the side as he exhaled a slow breath to try to keep himself from getting hard right away. He always wanted Colby and he bit his bottom lip to keep from groaning. "Promise me you'll kiss Paul? I think he'd like that very much." Corbin got off on the idea of leading the poor kid along and then pulling Colby back at the last second.

"I promise." He'd do whatever Corbin wanted him to and he'd never ask why he wanted it or anything like that. "Just put your hands on me and make me feel good and I promise I will kiss him."

Putting one hand on either side of Colby's cheeks, he pressed their foreheads together. "You're so easy," he grinned teasingly before he kissed the other boy. It was anything but a sweet kiss, and he bit down soundly on Colby's bottom lip until he could taste blood.

Colby moaned and he scooted a little higher until he was laying fully on top of Corbin. He wanted to get as close as he could to Corbin as he could, though he knew that short of climbing inside of him he would never be close enough.

He never knew what Colby was going to do, even if they were twins with an uncanny connection. But the unpredictable nature was what Corbin loved most about his brother, though it had gotten them into trouble more than once. Slipping his leg up between Colby's, Corbin kept kissing him, his energy ramping up by the second.

Colby pushed down against him, grinding into his thigh as best he could. His hands started to push Corbin's shirt up so he could pull it off of him. He wanted to be able just to touch him.

"Fuck," Corbin murmured against Colby's familiar mouth before he broke contact enough to let the shirt come off. He did the same to Colby, pulling it over his head before he started to work at the boy's pants. "I love you more than anything," he frowned, very serious suddenly as he tried to get Colby out of his clothes.

"I love you too, so much I can't breathe sometimes. I would die for you and die without you." He knew he wouldn't be able to live without him. He scrambled to get out of his clothes and to try and get him out of his too.

It always frightened Corbin just a little, to be so important to Colby's well being. But he wouldn't have it any other way. When their clothes were finally on the floor next to the couch, Corbin pushed Colby upright until he could climb onto his lap. Somehow, he kept kissing him the whole way, tongue slipping into his mouth. As he straddled him, he let his body cause copious amounts of friction against Colby's cock, crushing it almost painfully beneath his weight.

Colby whimpered into Corbin's mouth and he let his hands rake down Corbin's back. He pulled him down harder and he lifted himself up as much as he could. Pain or no pain, this was the most perfect thing for him. "I want you so bad." he muttered into his mouth.

The nails down his back made him squirm with discomfort, but he didn't mind. He could picture his skin completely raw if Colby ever decided to bring back all of the times he'd done that, torn skin from Corbin's back in the middle of something like this. He pulled back enough to lick a damp path down the middle of his hand before reaching behind himself and gripping Colby roughly, stroking him a few times. "Do you?" He smiled coyly.

"I do." Colby's eyes met Corbin's. He had always thought looking at Corbin was like looking in a mirror until you looked at the eyes. It was just easy to see that there was a different person in there. "I love you, I always want you."

Maybe that was how Paul told the difference between them. Corbin's heart always lept when Colby said things like that and he leaned forward again to kiss at the other boy's neck, resting his cheek on his shoulder. His hips and hand kept working though until Colby slid inside of him.

moaned at the feeling, happy to be inside of his brother. It was a connection he didn't have with anyone else. Lifting his hips, he pushed deeper into him until there was no where else to go and nothing else to take. "You fit me."

"I am you," Corbin breathed against Colby's skin. They were different, sure, but Corbin liked to focus on how they were the same. It made him feel closer to Colby; if they were the same person then they were never really apart. As he settled back onto the other, the sensation of being filled up got to him and he had to let out the smallest of whimpers as he started to move his hips up and down, rolling them over Colby.

Colby pressed his head forward, laying it against Corbin's chest while their bodies moved together. He was able to easily slide in and out of him, almost like they were made to fit together like this. One of his arms wrapped tightly around his body and the other squeezed between them so he could stroke Corbin off.

The hand on him only caused him to move faster, breaths getting ragged. Sometimes he wanted to push Colby away, tell him to stop because it was too much to handle. It felt like his body would blow apart. But instead of trying to run away, he wrapped his arms more tightly around Colby to anchor himself. This position was one of his favorites because he had control; he slowed down and sped up as it suited him.

It was safe to say that Corbin was the top from the bottom, and that was just fine with Colby. It let him go with his brother's urges and the way he wanted to move. He just always wanted to make him happy.

As he started to feel himself get close, he pressed his lips to Colby's. It was soft at first, but as he started to come into Colby's hand, the kiss got rougher, crushing and hungry.

Colby kept on stroking him, his fingers wrapped tightly around him. he was milking the come out of him, wanting to get every last drop. when he was sure that he was done he let go and smoothed his hand up corbin's stomach.

His fingers combed through Colby's hair, curling against it and tugging his head back so that he could kiss and bite at his throat. The slick feeling of Colby's hand against his stomach made him squirm with pleasure. His ass kept moving though, and after a moment, he pulled his upper body away from his brother's so that he could lean back and prop his hands against Colby's knees so he could look down the length of his body and watch himself ride the other.

Every touch sent him spiraling toward the edge of an orgasm but seeing Corbin tip back like that just did him in. He arched his hips up, thrusting erratically into his brother when he finally came.

Corbin bit his bottom lip, focusing on the way it felt to have Colby come inside of him. His fingertips dug into the boy's knees as his hips froze. He didn't move for what felt like a long time until he exhaled and laughed. "You're fucking perfect," he said as he tilted his head back.

"God." He muttered softly. "I love you." Colby let his fingers grasp Corbin's hips, wanting to keep him where he was on top of him. "Don't move yet, okay?"

His chest rose and fell with the effort, but he was calming down. As Colby's words burrowed into him, he nodded an acknowledgment. Instead, he looked down at his brother, stomach still smeared with come and looking utterly debauched. "I love you too."