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hannyakomaWord count: 560
Rating: sfw
Fandom: Originale
Note: Mihai e Rafail sono persone sane, bilanciate e non hanno un'ossessione reciproca.
(e qui ancora non hanno incontrato la persona che riuscirà a tenerli a bada entrambi. Chiaramente. Che dio ci aiuti)
There was a time when the both of them didn't think about their relationship.
Waking up next to each other, being the first person they saw once they opened their eyes felt like the most natural thing in the world (it still did in the present, but this is another matter) and neither of them cared about their mother, telling them that they should start sleeping separated.
It didn't felt right. Never felt right.
Rafail was the one doing most the complaint, whenever the topic surfaced in a conversation. He was also the one who worked up more easily, so of course it was his brother's duty to be the calm one in those occasions.
"They can't understand their bond", Mihai told him, more often than not, after every fight between the younger twin and their parents. He knew that. Probably, one day, their father will come to an understanding with them on that matter, but their mother? The woman was as stubborn as they both were, with the temperament of a dog guarding his favorite bone. There was no doubt where Rafail's attitude came from, really.
Still, Mihai though, it would be nice if their parents could accept the fact that Rafail and he were two parts of the same being, never meant to be separated. He wouldn't say soulmates, because those were "two souls destined for each other" and they felt more one soul divided in two bodies. It was completely different, even if they completed each other like soulmates did.
Even if many would be freaked out by them, if they found out the extent of their relationship, both Rafail and Mihai didn't hold back from doing whatever they wanted, more so after they decided to go live together. College years were the best--no parents, no older sister (even if they loved her, a lot), no friend-babysitter to keep an eye on them--because they managed to get an apartment for themselves. It meant freedom, in every possible sense, for the two of them.
It happened back then--the first time they could really be with each other without anyone interrupting them. Small pecks on the lips and soft kisses weren't really a surprise, but when Rafail pushed his twin agains the kitchen counter and kissed him hard, they both knew this would lead to the next step in their relationship. Mihai didn't hold back, lips parting to let their tongues intertwine and hands traveling up the other's chest and into his hair. He felt his other half's breath hitching a little, when he grabbed a fistful of golden locks and tugged, and he found himself loving the sensation that gave him. Soon enough, Rafail got his revenge by biting the soft flesh of the other's lower lip, pulling slightly with an amused smirk of his own.
Soon enough, when searing kisses and cold hands exploring bare skin weren't enough anymore, they moved to their shared bedroom. What happened there didn't need much explaining--it felt natural to them and honestly, whoever thought otherwise could go fuck themselves, if you asked either of them.
They found their peace like that and, for the moment, it was enough.
(it would take some years, but eventually they'd find another piece of their life--one they didn't know was missing in the first place. But this, as they say, is story for another time)