HEAL

5 -- A SYMBIOTIC RELATIONSHIP

Symbiosis  --  Interaction between two different organisms living in close physical association, typically to the advantage of both.

Warning -- bxb

"I'm in love with you, apparently" 

FLASHBACK

"Ugghhhh !  Oh, my God !  How you so .... FUUUUCK !"  Larry was well on his way to that place.  He pulled Laurent's face towards his own roughly, frenziedly pressing their lips together, trying to gain purchase on something soft and wet.  Their glistening naked bodies writhing against one another erotically, trying desperately to keep the synchronized rhythm that they knew led to heaven.  

"I just do what I'm ....... told."  Laurent answered back with a particularly harsh thrust of his hips.  

"Just keep pumpin', OK ?"  Larry grumbled in between kisses, between hip thrusts that met each other half way, "Hard and fast, you got me ? ..... Uugghhhh !!"

"Yes, sir"  Laurent answered, laughing lightly at his brother as he hunkered down to perform his duty diligently.  Larry was a power bottom for sure, he always gave the orders, and Laurent always obeyed them.  A symbiotic relationship if ever there was one.  Both benefiting from the other's existence.  As they always had, and always would.  At least, that's what they thought.

"I'm gonna cum now, Lau.  You cum too."  Larry breathed heavily into Laurent's neck, clinging to him for dear life.

"Yes, sir", again, his usual sarcastic remark, like he had any other choice if Larry was in the driver's seat.  His answer, laced with a grin, at how Larry just expected to be obeyed.  Especially by him.  But only when they were like this.  Never in their otherwise personal lives, never in business.  Laurent ruled their business world, and Larry their private personal one.  A power bottom, and a biddable, compliant top.  At least, that's what it felt like to Laurent anyway.  It seemed to be what they both wanted, what they were both happy with.  For now.

Laurent deepened and and quickened his stroke, thrusting into Larry mercilessly now, nailing his sweet spot every single time.  He had been given his orders, and who was he to disappoint his twin.   

"You cummin' Lau ?  I need you to ..... fuuuck ....."

"Shut the fuck up, and let me ..... focus !"  Larry was ready to explode.  He gripped Laurent's back so hard, his nails drew blood.

"What's to ....... shit ! ..... focus on, Lau ?  You just gotta ...... ohhmugoddd, Laurent !"   Larry pulled his brother in for a final sloppy, uncoordinated kiss, devouring his open mouth and tongue as pulsing ropes of hot milky liquid coated both their stomachs and abs.  Laurent, still pumping like the obedient soldier he was, bellowed his arrival into Larry's ass, still holding his hips in place as he came, eventually stilling his movements altogether.

As they both started breathing again, chests heaving, they lay side by side, Larry searching for Laurent's hand to kiss it.  He wasn't usually this touchy-feely after sex, but today, for some reason, he was.

"I shouldn't do this, Larry, and you know it.  You take advantage."

"Then don't let me.  You're an enabler"  he answered succinctly.

"Easier said than done."  Laurent smiled as he buried his face in Larry's neck.  His smile dropped, as he wondered whether to ask a question.  But he didn't want to spoil the moment.  They so very rarely happened these days, during sex, after sex, or otherwise.

"I always know how long our sex gonna last, Larry"  

"Really ?"  he quirked a brow, still holding Laurent's hand, but pulling their bodies closer for warmth, for comfort.  For love.

"Really"

"Tell me"

"Our fucking lasts for as long as your high does.  That's a little unfair on me, don't you think ?"

"No"

"No ?"  Larry let out a sigh of slight exasperation at what he considered Laurent's naivete'.

"You fall for it, Lau.  All I gotta do is suggest it, bat my eyelashes, or just flat out ask ... or tell .... you.  And you fall for it every time. So don't come that ' You use me ' shit.  You want it just as much as I do.  You just don't have the balls to ask for it, or to say no."

"But I just wanna make you happy, is all ..... "  he trailed off his spoken out loud thought, pouting, not knowing whether to be offended by Larry's words or not.  But he was right, he was an enabler.  He knew Larry was high when he wanted him these days, and he knew it should stop.  This 'arrangement' wasn't good for either of them.  But he couldn't say no to him.  He didn't want to.  It reminded him too much of when things were ..... normal.  When Larry didn't drink, or do drugs, or fuck hoe's.  When he just wanted to love, and fuck ..... him.

Larry slung his arm around Laurent's middle, snuggling his face into his chest, Laurent taking that as his cue to put his arm around his brother's shoulder.

"I don't want to leave this .... place, Larry."

"What place ?"

"Here, like this.  Where we are, now.  This minute, this second.  Can we just stay here, please ?"  Larry chuckled at him.

"No.  But we can come here whenever you, or I, want.  Isn't that enough ?"

"No.  I love you Larry, I want to be here, to stay here, and just be like we used to be."  He hugged his brother tighter to him, tears threatening to fall, blinking them back, his vision becoming blurry.  He sounded serious now.  "I can't live without you, whatever form 'you' take."

"Nor I, without you, my love."  He kissed Laurent's lips gently, sweetly.  They both knew the double entendre of their words, of their confessions.  They had both meant them.  

"Don't worry, we'll be together forever, just like you want."  Laurent frowned, begrudging of Larry's last words.

"Don't you want ?"

"We'll always be together, Lau, we're twins."

That's not what he meant, and that son-of-a-bitch knew it.

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Just a quick background chapter.  How they feel about one another.  How they felt.  Let me know what you make of it ..... How will it affect their relationship going forward, do you think ?  Did Larry really love Laurent ?  ya'll know the drill ...... x