Twinsensibility Part Eighteen

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I've decided it's still Twinsday in some alternate universe where I have a job as a professional bishie hunter and wine taster.

*nods emphatically*

Therefore this is not late.

Lorcan did not allow himself to fall asleep. The last thing he needed was to fall asleep and be discovered on Lysander’s bed wrapped in an invisibility cloak. The collective Potters would murder him. Hugo’s final words upon handing it to him were, “Don’t get caught with it.”

Instead he snuggled closer to Lysander, holding his brother’s still form.

The ward was quiet. Lorcan debated casting a Tempus Charm, but decided it was a waste of effort. The time had to be somewhere between two and four o’clock in the morning. He could not believe Lysander had not even stirred. He had been certain his brother would awaken by now.

He levered himself up and placed a soft kiss on Lysander’s lips, knowing with absolute certainty that if Lys never woke up he would not bother to live another moment.

Lorcan brushed his hand over Lysander’s brow and then traced across the delicate features. Lorcan knew they looked alike, but Lys had always seemed more fragile, somehow. He touched Lysander’s lips and then leaned over to press a kiss there, feeling a pang when he remembered all the times Lysander had greedily kissed him back.

Part of him wondered if this wasn’t some sort of cosmic punishment for their actions of late. It was universally frowned upon to love your brother in a carnal fashion. Perhaps there was something to the whole karma idea.

He leaned back to study Lysander once more and allowed his hand to trail down over his throat and touch his collarbone before wandering lower. He splayed his hand over Lysander’s chest and slowly pushed it lower, caressing his abdomen and drawing a circle around his navel. That always made Lys squirm—he was ticklish. Well, always until now.

Lorcan’s fingers brushed the waistband of Lysander’s pants. He hesitated only a moment before slipping his digits beneath and brushing them over Lysander’s limp cock, normally so sensitive and vibrant. His hand drifted lower, to cup Lysander’s testicles, so familiar now—copies of his own, actually, but he could do things with them that he could never do to his own. Like take them into his mouth…

He shut his eyes and breathed in the scent of Lysander as he placed a soft kiss on his brow. He felt something move beneath his hand and gasped, thinking he might have imagined it. His hand slid upward to touch Lysander’s cock once more. It grew beneath his touch, filling and lengthening.

“Lys?” he breathed hopefully, but his brother did not move, other than the warmth in Lorcan’s palm. He stroked, trying to recall everything he had ever read about comatose patients. It wasn’t much; he had no interest in the Healing Arts. He thought he remembered the idea that outside stimulation was encouraged, such as reading and talking to patients. He did not recall anything about sexual stimulation, but apparently it was having some effect on Lysander, even if only physiologically.

Lorcan stroked more firmly and whispered in Lysander’s ear. “Can you feel that, Lys? Can you feel me touching you? Come back to me, Lys.”

Lysander grew fully erect and Lorcan continued to slide his hand over the hardness in the way he knew Lysander liked best. His brother’s breathing quickened and Lorcan smiled. Even if Lysander thought it was a dream, Lorcan would make it good for him.

“Remember this, Lysander? Remember my hands on you? Remember my mouth on you? Remember me fucking you? I know you’re in there, Lysander. I know you want to come back to me; come back to this.”

Lorcan twisted his hand and rubbed his fingers over the head of Lysander’s twitching cock, smearing the wetness there and gripping more tightly. He stroked and cooed nonsense into Lysander’s ear until he felt the unmistakable sensation of Lysander coming.

He tipped his head up to watch the pearlescent liquid spurt over Lysander’s perfect abs. It was a sight he never tired of and suddenly found himself disturbingly hard with no way of dealing with it other than solitary wanking.

“Lorcan?” he heard and snapped his head around to stare at Lysander, whose eyes were partially open, blinking at him.

“Merlin, Lysander!” Lorcan kissed his brother soundly, so filled with emotion that he could hardly express it.

“What are you doing?” Lysander asked when Lorcan allowed him to breathe again. Lorcan pressed gleeful kisses against his brother’s face and playfully smeared the cooling semen over his torso.

“Bringing you back,” Lorcan said smugly.

“Back from where? Where are we? And why does my head feel like I’ve been kicked by a thestral?”

“You flew into a goalpost. You are never playing Quidditch again,” Lorcan said sternly.

Lysander chuckled. “You are amusing, darling brother. Flew into a goalpost. Honestly. I don’t remember that at all.”

“Because you hit your head, Lysander,” Lorcan said dryly, but his tone was fond and he kissed him once more just for the simple joy of it.

Lysander chuckled against his lips and tugged on them with his teeth for a moment. “I think you were the one hit on the head, Lor. What’s gotten into you?”

Lorcan couldn’t speak, could not voice the utter terror that had gripped him at the thought of Lysander never waking up.

“And will you clean up this mess? Not that I object to being awakened that way, mind you. Feel free to do that every day.”

Lorcan smirked, but obediently cast a Cleaning Charm before tugging Lysander’s pants back into place—not a moment too soon. The door opened and Chan marched through, heading straight for Lysander’s bed. Lorcan snatched the cloak over himself and abandoned his perch, hoping he had still been covered enough that Chan had not noticed.

Chan completely ignored him as he backed away, allowing the man room to hover over Lysander with his wand drawn. “Mr Scamander!” Chan said loudly. “I see you have returned to us.”

Returned to me, you dolt, Lorcan corrected to himself. He has returned to me.

A billion thanks to bryoneybrynn for the superquick beta and for giving me a really good Ravenclawish word to use.  *giggles*