Two Sides of The Same Coin

Milo had never been one for fairy tale tropes and magical endings; the villains defeated without a second thought for why they had become a villain in the first place, without sympathy.

He knows Miles felt the same negative emotions about heroes always being made from tragedies; how someone had to really experience agony before they would want to help and save others.

Miles had never felt the need for tragedy to want to share his kindness, and Milo had always felt like people were too quick to judge him on his character before getting to know him; any of their friends were earned through Miles’ friendliness and Milo’s inability to be anywhere his brother is not. While their friend group had grown to appreciate him just as much as Miles, it would not have been if Miles hadn’t pushed him to be more calm and open around them.

Despite the fear coursing through because now Miles knows, he still finds their dynamic poetic, them ending up here together. Milo as his villain, Miles as his hero. No one that can exist without the other. Meant to be- a reflection of each other.

Miles squeezes his hand before letting go, bedning down to pick up the mask that had been dropped during his emotional outburst. Milo reaches down and picks up his gloves, shaking out the drops while he listens to Miles’ “blegh” sound at the rain that had collected in his mask.

The rain is coming down harder now, droplets freely pelting them, the water tank’s roof edge not providing much shelter. The water runs down Miles’ face likes tears, his eyes still red from crying. Miles sighs and doesn’t bother wiping off his face as he tugs the mask on, sealing his face away from Milo.

Miles stands and watches him as he reactivates his mask and slips on his gloves, and he comments that he finds the whites of the mask’s eyes far less unnerving now that he knows it’s brother beneath the mask.

Miles looks good in his suit, Milo can appreciate how it hugs his form, the red accents highlighting his lithe but muscled figure. He wants to feel the texture of his suit with his bare hands, run his hands over the seams of the red accents and the spider emblem on his chest.

‘Not now,’ He thinks to himself, ‘I need to focus.’

“The woman, she tried to inject you with a sedative. Given the time it takes to make it’s way through your body, you should be feeling it by now.”

Miles’ hand came up to press at where the needle went into his skin. “I feel fine?” He poked at the area around where the needle entered, shrugging when he felt nothing. “What am I supposed to be feeling?”

“It was a string sedative, often used on mutants.” Milo huffed out a laugh, of course he didn’t feel anything, he’s Spider-Man. “I’m guessing she either didn’t get enough of the serum in you or you’re somehow immune to whatever we used. You need to tell me if you start to feel any different.”

His brother snorted, and Milo could feel himself frowning. Just like Miles to not prioritise his safety. “I’m serious, mano. I don’t want anything bad happening to you.”

Miles crossed his arms, and Milo could imagine the judging look on his face. “Just to Spider-Man, then?”

Milo winced and looked away, “It’s complicated.”

“Right.” Miles wanted to say more, but he also didn’t want to have a full-blown argument with his brother in the rain. He stayed silent, stepping closer to Milo as he looked around them.

Milo followed his gaze around the barren roof, puddles beginning to collect in the imperfections in the cement, pooling and reflecting the lights that liven Brooklyn’s nights. He wondered if Miles had his own secret hide out. Somewhere he changed from Miles Morales into Spider-Man. “So, where to, Spider-Man?”

Miles hummed, rocking on his feet as he thought. They need somewhere where they can talk without anyone else around, somewhere safe for both of them. Miles stepped closer and tugged on Milo’s jacket, straightening out how it hung over his protective undershirt. Miles stared down at his brother’s chest, the Prowler emblem glowing bright in dimming surroundings. He looked away from it, mixed feelings about the entire situation, but he couldn’t deny the entire design suited Milo. “Is Uncle Aaron home?”

It took a second for Milo to register that Miles had asked him a question, distracted by the familiarity of his brother Milo’s clothes for him, an endless mothering that Miles used to subject him too. He used to complain, tugging Miles’ hands away playfully, laughing through Miles complaints at not letting him finish. Milo hadn’t realised he had missed such a subtle sign of how much his brother cared for him, hadn’t realised just how much he longed for the normalcy that their relationship had before they went down their separate paths.

Milo looked up at Miles face, blinking for a moment while he tried to remember what Miles had asked him. “He’s away for the week.” ‘Doing work for Kingpin.’ Milo doesn’t voice that last part out loud.

“Alright. Let’s go there.” Miles steps past him and walks towards the edge of the building, climbing onto the wall. He turns to wait for Milo to catch up, sticking his hand out to help pull him up.

Milo doesn’t need help climbing up, but he grips onto Miles’ hand anyways, letting Miles pull him up to stand next to him. They both looked down towards the road, cars streaming past the end of the dimly lit alley, completely unaware of the two figures above them. Miles gestured to the fire escape along side the building. “Can you get down okay?”

Milo huffed, intending to show off a little, “Mano, c’mon.” He steps back down off the ledge, Miles watching curiously as he backs up a little and powers up his boots, letting the gear give him a boost as he jumps over the ledge and lands across from Miles on the next building, turning to wave at his brother. “Well, vamos. Let’s get out of this rain.”

Miles let out a laugh, shooting a web and swinging over, not waiting as he ran past Milo and swung to the next one. Milo let out a shout, running to catch up with him, flying over the edge of the building and chasing after Miles, the latter letting out a shriek as Milo closed in on him, the details in the Prowler suit glowing in the dark.

“C’mon, c’mon, you’re falling behind!” He landed on the next building, waving at Milo as he powered his gear up again, closing the gap between them. They ran together, flying over the edge, feeling the wind rush past them, their laughs heard over the sounds of the traffic below them.

They came to a stop near the wider gap between the buildings, over rows of traffic, cars hooting and pedestrians shouting far below them. Milo hadn’t cleared a gap like this with his gear before, but adrenaline was pumping through him, as was the urge to show Miles he was capable of handling his own, so he charged up his gear, rearing back on the roof to give himself a boost before he leapt. His let his foot slide down slightly as he reached the edge of the roof, pushing harder off of the wall to boost him across the space in between the buildings.

It wasn’t enough, and he hurriedly reached for his grappling hook, readying his body for this landing to hurt.

Before he could activate his gear and send the hook out, he was grabbed, a lean arm wrapping around his waist and yanking him towards them, catching him as his body began to accept gravity and drop towards the road below.

His face had been shoved into Miles’ chest as he had grabbed him, and he could hear his brother’s heartbeat hammering through his chest, loud, even over the sounds of the city. He had been so quick, Milo had barely gotten his hand on the grappling gun before Miles had caught him and wrapped his arm around him protectively. His one hand gripped onto the rope keeping them up, stuck somewhere above them on a crane towering high over them and the world below.

Milo gripped onto Miles, and Miles let his brother adjust his hold on him before he spoke, smacking his forehead against Milo’s mask, “Don’t go showing off now! Be careful, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

A part of Milo wants to defend himself, but the other more pleased part of him is glad his brother swung to grab him so quickly. He pushed back against Miles’ forehead, wishing more and more that they weren’t separated by their masks, their mantles. “But I didn’t, you saved me, mano.”

Miles made a sound in the back of his throat, and pulled back, flustered by his brother’s words. “Here,” he gripped Milo’s arm, swinging him off and around, Milo letting out a squawk as Miles manoeuvred him in the air, reaching out hastily to reattach himself to Miles, clinging to his back.

“What are you doing?!” he looped his arms around Miles’ neck, legs tangling around Miles’ waist as he clung to his back like a koala. Miles’ held hand steadily along his back, keeping Milo pressed against him, not letting him fall.

He knew Spider-Man was strong, had seen it countless of times on the news, overheard people he’s worked with whisper about missions gone wrong, Spider-Man swooping in and ruining whole operations with his inhuman strength.

Despite having it relayed to him over and over again, it was still impressive to experience first-hand, and being held up and moved around so easily was making his stomach squirm in an unexpected way.

“Hang on.” Miles spoke, not bothering to answer him.

“That doesn’t answer my question-”

Miles let go of his web, letting them drop through the air.

They plummeted for a couple of seconds, and Milo could feel his stomach shoot up into his lungs. He barely had a chance to register that the scream he could hear was actually him before Miles flung out another web, swinging them both forward in the air and around the building they had previously been trying to pass over.  

Milo’s heart hammered in his chest, so hard he was sure Miles could feel it through their suits. He sucked in a harsh breath, clinging harder when Miles patted his back and spoke, a teasing tone in his voice. “You good there, man?”

He gasped as Miles let them drop for longer, wind rippling through his jacket and making his back cold, “Holy shit!”

Miles laughed as Milo gripped him harder, tightening his legs around Miles’ hips. “I won’t drop you, don’t worry.”

He swung faster, throwing them high up with the momentum of his swing. Milo urged his nerves to settle as let his mask fall open, letting the wind whistle past his ears and dance through his braids. Brooklyn was beautiful from up here, even at night; the lights illuminating the city life below them.

“Now who’s showing off?” He shouted, knowing Miles had heard him when he heard a laugh carried on the wind.

They reached Aaron’s apartment complex quickly- too quickly in Milo’s opinion- and Miles swiftly dropped them down onto the fire escape outside Aaron’s apartment. Miles paused, letting Milo step onto the floor before he turned to check on him, face still covered by his Spider-Man mask, but Milo could feel his eyes on him, searching his face.

“All good?”

Milo nodded, surprised by how quickly the care-free energy that Miles had had in the air was swept away now that they had arrived.

Right, they came here to talk. Not to have fun. Not to spend time with each other like nothing had happened, to them and between them.

Miles hummed, stepping up to the window, “How are we going to get in without breaking the window?” He stepped closer and pressed a gloved hand against the glass, shoulders stiffening as it swung open.

“Chill,” Milo stepped past him, dropping into the apartment, “I leave it open when I leave for…work.” He cringed, but it was the truth.

“Seems dangerous.” Miles frowned, gesturing at the easily accessible fire escape.

“No one comes up to the top floor, Miles. Only Aaron. And, well- you and me.” He turned to him with huff, “I don’t even think our dad knows where he lives.”

Miles doesn’t say anything else as he steps into the apartment, watching as Milo pulled the curtains shut after he closed the window, then he went to check that the other curtains were closed throughout the apartment.

When everything was closed, concealing them from everyone outside, Miles switched on the light, getting a better view of the details in Milo’s suit. He looked good, the undersuit slim-fitting and hugging his muscled figure. He could see where Milo had taken inspiration from the original Prowler suit, and where he had adapted to his own personal sense of style. He wanted to ask Milo about the mechanics that go into his tech, how his mask works, if he’d let him try on the gloves- curious if it would fit his hands as well.

But they had more serious things that needed to be discussed. He couldn’t pretend they were okay.

“We should-”

“Maybe let’s-”

They spoke at the same time and Miles sighed, pulling off his mask with a wry smile. “Let’s change first, I don’t really want to do this while we’re both soaked.”

Milo nodded, turning around and walking through the lounge, sensing as Miles followed him.

“Do you think Uncle Aaron will be mad if we borrow some of his clothes? Not that anything will fit, but-”

Milo shook his head, “I have some stuff of mine here, I’ll give you something to wear.”

“Oh.” Miles could feel his stomach twisting after he realised just how much time Milo had been spending here, just how long this must have been going on for him to have clothing here. Uncle Aaron probably knew more about him that Miles did at the moment.

He studied his brother as he stepped into the spare bedroom, opening the cupboards and pulling out his clothing for them, face serious as he tugged the varying fabrics out. He seemed to be in his own head, thinking something over, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Uncle Aaron knew he was the Prowler, without questioning Milo, Miles knew the answer. Uncle Aaron let Milo store his clothes here, probably his Prowler suit as well. Their uncle was the same height as the old Prowler, same build. Miles’ own thoughts raced, words tumbling out of his mouth before he thinks. “Is Uncle Aaron the Prowler? The old one?”

Milo’s head whips up and his eyes widen a fraction, so expecting Miles to ask him so bluntly, or for him to figure it out so quickly. He nods, unsure if he should say anything else. ‘Miles is so smart.’

Miles’ lips pulled into a frown, “So he roped you into this?” His accusing tone was expected, and Milo didn’t know how to explain it to him in a way that won’t paint their uncle in a bad light.

Milo sighed, closing the cupboard doors before stepping closer, holding a pile of clothing out to his brother, almost like a peace offering- even if just temporarily. “Let’s – let’s talk about this after we get cleaned up, yeah? I’ll explain everything then, okay?”

Miles hesitated but then agreed, taking the clothes from Milo and heading towards the bathroom first, closing the door behind him.

He reclined against the door, feeling the cool laminate against his skin, taking a moment to just breathe. His mind is spinning with all the questions he wanted to ask, and now that Milo has confirmed that their uncle was the original Prowler, he doesn’t know what to make of the man who has played such an important role in his life.

Aaron had always been there for the twins growing up. He didn’t often visit them at their home- the rift between him and their father obvious even when they were both small. But he made a point of fetching them and taking them places around the city. Most of the times that he was actually in his brother’s home was because his nephews had nagged him to come for dinner, or because it was something related to the boys- be it birthday parties or celebratory dinners for excellent report cards.  

Miles had a sneaky feeling that Aaron didn’t want a family of his own, content to just spend time with Miles and Milo, not feeling the need to settle down himself. Miles’ thoughts drifted to the fight that he had overheard between his uncle and father. Maybe there was another reason Aaron didn’t have a family of his own.

Miles might have sympathised more with his uncle if he hadn’t dragged Milo into this mess as well. It’s hard for him to even consider forgiveness when he had so blatantly put Milo’s life at risk.  

He stepped away from the door and slipped out of his suit, haphazardly folding it and placing it on the counter before he switched on the shower, letting the water run while he waits for it to heat up.

There’s a variety of soaps and lotions placed on the shelf in the shower, and Miles recognises all of Milo’s brands that he usually uses, including various hair care products. If Miles had ever bothered to check the shower when he visited his uncle, he might have ended up questioning him on why he has hair care products lining his shelves. Miles resists the urge to laugh, instead yanking on the available shower cap as he gets to work.

While Miles showered, Milo paced back and forth in the lounge.

He’d already taken off as much gear as he can while remaining clothed, then he had shoved everything in the safes hidden in Uncle Aaron’s bedroom, at the back of his cupboards.

He listened to shower run, anxiously clenching and unclenching his fists. He carried on waiting for Miles while he panicked about what to say. How can he explain it to him? He said he’ll tell him everything, but he wasn’t prepared for Miles to really know the whole truth. Just why he tried to distance himself from his twin.

He had said everything, but would he be able to confess it?

Would Miles know if he kept that secret to himself, for a little while longer. He didn’t want to lose him.

This is a chance to really speak about every aspect of his life, of the things he’s kept bottled up, of the secret he’s nurtured deep in his chest, letting it curl around his heart and lungs, laying deep, constricting roots. Roots that pulled taught, that suffocated him whenever Miles was too close, whenever his thoughts wondered too far. When he’d see other kids on the playground holding hands and pressing quick, sky kisses to each other’s lips when they thought no one was looking. When he had to stop himself from turning to Miles and asking him why can’t they be like that.

He didn’t want to see the confusion on Miles’ face, for him to not understand how Milo feels. And he didn’t want to see the disgust when Miles did.

But Milo wasn’t sure if he could go on much longer like this, on the precipice of letting his emotions swallow him whole, or inevitable heartbreak. He dug his nails into his palm, urging the pain that he felt to distract him from his thoughts.

Miles can’t find out that secret. But he’ll answer every question his twin asks. 

He breathed in deeply, steeling his nerves, listening for when the shower stopped, and his brother came out to speak to him.

Miles only takes in the clothing Milo gave him when he climbs out of the shower and dries himself off; they’re different than the one’s he’d seen him in at home, when he’d managed to bump into him in. It was so rare for Milo to hang around long enough at home for Miles to really get a good look at him. This had been the most time they had spent with each other in months- and they had both already cried this evening.

Milo’s clothing is mostly in darker shades, and Miles smiles when he pulls out a deep purple shirt with the spray-painted letters M.M. on the back, a melting skull in the front. Looks like Milo hadn’t stopped practicing his art either. At least that hadn’t changed. Miles was also given a pair of black sweats, older than shirt, worn-in and comfortable. They had paint splatters in different parts of the pants, pinks and purples. Miles wondered what his twin had been working on, wanted to ask him to share his latest art with him. Milo had forgotten to hand him boxers, and he feels like asking now would just be awkward, so he forgoes them as he makes his way out of the bathroom and into the lounge.

Milo has his face buried in his hands when Miles comes out into the lounge, pressing his palms against his cheeks as he wills himself to calm down. To think clearly. To not mess this up.

“Milo?” Miles calls out, a hand squeezing his shoulder in silent worry. There’s sympathy rolling off him, concern rippling across his face. “You okay?” Miles looks at the tears threatening in Milo’s eyes again, and he feels terrible that he can’t immediately fix what’s bothering him.

Milo sucks a deep breath in at that- it’s so easy to cry when Miles asks him like that, to become swept up in his emotions. “Yeah,” he croaks out, “Let me go shower too. Then we can talk.”

He brushes Miles’ hand off as he heads to the bathroom, feeling his brother’s eyes on him as he retreats. Milo is on autopilot as he goes through his shower routine, trying to find himself before he heads out to face his twin. ‘What am I going to tell him? I’m in love with you?’

That wouldn’t work, he wouldn’t be able to push himself to say it. Would be too afraid of seeing Miles’ reaction, seeing the horror on his face as he realises what a monster his brother is.

Milo resists the urge to hide in the bathroom, dressing methodically while he steadies his breaths, wanting to be calm when he tries to come up with a believable excuse for his actions. For upsetting Miles. For being the villain.

He braced himself for what was to come, glancing at himself in the mirror one last time – taking in his unconscious frown pulling his lips down, the furrow of his brow, his brother’s face, but so different at the same time- before he left the bathroom.

Miles was sitting on the maroon leather couch, holding the framed photo that Aaron had of them and their father in his hands. He looked up at Milo as he came into the room, placing the frame on the coffee table in front of him.

Miles cleared his throat, looking around the apartment, “You said Uncle Aaron was gone for the week?”

Milo felt himself nodding.

“You been watering his plants?” Miles smiled, gesturing at the various plants all over their uncle’s place.

“Yes.” Then he smiled too, “We both know that if he asked you to water ‘em you’d either over-water or under-water.”

Miles let out a soft ‘hey’, but chuckling at his brother’s words anyway. “True.” He sighed, lips falling into a straight line, “You gonna sit down?”

Milo shuffled on his feet, hesitating for a moment before he went to sit next to Miles. He made sure there was a good distance between them, feeling the lump in his throat at the memories of them intentionally sitting down on top of each other, playfully trying to take up all the space on the large couch. He looked at his twin, breathing in, feeling his nerves dance in his lungs. “What do you want me to tell you?”

Miles looked to the table, at the photo he had placed there. Their father had both his arms wrapped around them, pulling them into a hug as they laughed. It had been taken before their fight, at the boys’ last birthday. They had managed to get Aaron to come to the house, and he had had the picture printed and framed before the week was up.

“The people I fought with earlier. You work with them?” Miles asked.

Milo nodded, then spoke aloud, realising Miles still wasn’t looking at him. “Yes.”

“They were trying to take down Spider-Man? You were, right?”

“Yes. But we failed.” Milo slouched forward, picking up the photo, bringing it closer to him to look at. Miles’ eyes followed his hands, pausing on the photo before looking at Milo’s face.

Miles frowned, swallowing harshly as he spoke, “Will I have to fight you again, Milo?”

Milo met his eyes, surprised that Miles thought he was capable of knowingly fighting him. “No. Never. I’ll stop. You won’t need to fight me again, Miles, mano, I promise.”

“It’s not that easy, is it?”

Milo sighed, putting the frame face down, tired of seeing their happy smiles. “It isn’t. But I’ll make it work. And Uncle Aaron will help me get out.”

Miles tsked, crossing his arms, “Just like he made you get in?”

“It’s not like that mano, he didn’t make me do anything. I decided to do this, to take up the name. He told me the risks.”

“He told you the risks. Jesus, Milo, what about our family then? What about our parents?”

Milo had been expecting this but it still hurt to hear. “Kingpin doesn’t know who I am, who Aaron is. The Prowler can’t be tied back to us.”

“You say that, but how can you be sure?” Miles got up, pacing around the room. “Do you think people plan to be found out? Do you think they expect that their identities will be exposed?”

“And what about you, huh Spider-Man? You sure your identity is safe?” Milo stood as well, gesturing at his brother. “Don’t act like you’re above this now, above lying and sneaking around!”

Miles turned, a snarl on his lips, “It doesn’t change the fact that you’re working for a villain! It’s worse!”

“How is it worse, huh? If I get found out, Kingpin comes after us. If you get found out, it’s every villain you’ve fought, and not to mention you’re wanted by the police!”

“So are you! The Prowler is well-known enough, you’re not off their radar.”

“Goddammit Miles, we’re both putting our family at risks here. Don’t act like your risks are somehow better.”

“Of course they’re better Milo, I’m not on the wrong side here.” Miles voice had died down a little, not as angry. “Yes, I’ve put us all at risk. But I’ve done it to help people. To stop people trying to hurt others. I just don’t understand it. Why the Prowler?” His voice was bordering pleading, desperate to comprehend his brother’s actions.

“It’s hard to explain, Miles. Aaron told me about his work when I wasn’t doing well. He could tell I needed something to take my mind off of everything.” Miles squeezed his hands, digging his nails into his skin. “Aaron isn’t happy with everything that he does, but he’s been a part of the undercity for so long, he doesn’t know how to get out.”

Realisation dawns on Miles’ face. “So, you were planning on taking his place, so that he has a chance to get out.” Miles’ arms dropped to his sides. “Does he know? Does he know you’re trying to save him from his own decisions? ¡Estúpido! Milo, he is a grown man! He can make his decisions, get himself out of his own shit!”

Milo gulped, tears threatening at his eyes again, “Miles, it’s so much more than that. Yes, I wanted to help him out, but the Prowler- the persona, who he is- it’s me. I feel good when I use the suit, I don’t need to be perfect. I’m not Milo Morales, I’m more than that.”

There was anguish in Miles’ voice, “You don’t need to be more than Milo Morales.”

Miles stared Milo down, standing across from him and taking in everything that had happened. He’d been so wrapped up in being Spider-Man, so focused on keeping his grades high enough his parents won’t question his regular disappearances, so focused on keeping it together that he’d let the most important thing in his life slip through his fingers.

His relationship with his brother had been damaged so much by their separation, he’d been hurting just as much as Miles had.

And Miles hadn’t seen it.

Milo didn’t try to make up after their fight, but neither did Miles. Maybe he had let his own heartache and pettiness run rampant for too long, he had missed Milo’s own silent cries for help.  Missed him slipping out into the night and endangering himself, had missed him feeling so displaced that becoming a villain had made him feel better about himself.

“Milo, you don’t need to be perfect. I know our situation has been very different, and mami and dad aren’t easy on you either. But this? This isn’t good for you. It’s hurting you too.”

Milo wiped at his face, “I know. I know, mano. I’ll stop okay. I won’t do work for Kingpin again. Uncle Aaron isn’t here, and he won’t answer his phone now. When he gets back, I’ll speak to him.”

Miles looked at his face, stepping a big closer, holding himself back from touching his brother, from pulling him into a hug and never letting go. “I get it, Milo, I really do. When I put on the mask, I can be anyone. I’m not needed for the things that Miles Morales is needed for. But I know you, I know you’re not someone that will thrive in the undercity, Milo, you’re not a bad person.”

“You don’t get it Miles,” Milo shook his head, “I’m not who you think I am. You mean too much to me.”

Miles frowned, “You’re not making any sense.”

“You’re the reason I could calm myself down when I get in my head, you being there did that for me. Your presence kept me sane, it made it easier to deal with myself. I wouldn’t be me without you. You’re everything, Miles.” Milo’s chest was heaving, like it took everythin in him to say this. “You’re everything. Where I come from, where I’ve been, where I want to go. It’s all you.” Milo’s voice raised, unintentionally, just wanting Miles to understand without him having to say everything, without him having to reveal his biggest secret.

Miles stepped closer, his temper getting the better of him as he gestured at his twin angrily, “You say that I’m all these things to you, but then why did you push me away? Why didn’t you help me convince mami and dad to let me stay? I thought I did something wrong!”

Milo sucked in a harsh breath, frustration rippling through him. Miles has it all wrong, he needs him to know that it’s not his fault. That Milo kept them apart because its what's best for Miles, not because he didn’t want him around, not because Miles did something wrong. Nothing Miles could do would ever make Milo push away unless he thought it was in his brother’s best interest.

“No, you don’t get it, Miles-”

“Then make me understand! You keep running in circles, just tell me what exactly made you decide that it was better for us to not be “each other’s shadows” anymore, huh?”

He can feel Miles’ anger spike like it’s a physical thing in the room with them. Milo feels himself shrink in the face of it, “Miles,” he tries, willing this argument to head in a different direction. He doesn’t want his brother’s anger, he just wants things to go back to before either of them changed, before he made the stupid decision to push him away. “It’s not you, Miles.”

“Bullshit.”

His tone shocks Milo for a moment, pausing for long enough that Miles starts to pull away. He straightens his shoulders, expression becoming indifferent and Milo panics, reaching out and grabbing his twin’s wrist, scrambling to keep him here, not letting him go. He needs to understand, and Milo doesn’t know how to tell him. How to explain himself and his fucked-up feelings.

“It isn’t your fault Miles, I’m not lying. I- I needed to stay away from you, mano. The way- the way I am with you, the way I am for you, it isn’t normal. It’s not right. I can’t call you my brother with how I feel about you.” Milo panted, out of breath from what he had said.

Miles looks up at him with something he can't place. His eyes dart to Milo's lips so quickly, he almost thinks he imagined it. “How do you feel about me, Milo? I don’t understand.”

“Mano, I-” He inhales harshly, trying to find the right words to say. His brother’s eyes are searching his face, staring right into him, through him at his darkest secrets and most well- kept desires. “Miles-”

Miles kisses him.

Milo freezes, just for a moment, feels his brother’s lips on his, how softly they press into his own. Then he melts. His hands come up and cup the back of Miles’ neck, pulling him closer as he kisses back, pressing against Miles in a way he had thought he’d only ever dreamt of. Miles tilted his head, deepening the kiss, darting his tongue out to swipe at Milo’s lips. Milo parted his lips, letting his twin slip his tongue into his mouth, feeling Miles hands tug his hips closer to his own.

They stand there, lips moving together, hands brushing against each other’s faces, not wanting to let the other go. 

Milo steps forward, pushing Miles to walk backwards until he bumps into the couch, then he’s pushing him down; letting Miles sink into the soft cushions as he learns his brother’s mouth like his own.

His tongue licks into Miles’ mouth, running along his teeth, their tongues intertwining. Milo feels his breath leave him, but unwilling to stop, he pushes closer, eliciting a gasp from Miles below him as he unintentionally rubs their cocks together through their clothes.

He pulls back to look at Miles as he repeats the motion, and Miles hears himself whine into the air. He’s embarrassed by how he sounds, but Milo is already pushing against him, forcing Miles to keep moaning under him as he is rocked back and forth by his brother’s hips.

Milo’s hands work their way under his shirt, running over his toned stomach and up, pausing to press his thumbs against both of his nipples. Miles lets out a pitiful whine at the sensation, arching his back, increasing the pressure on his chest.  

Milo pulls off of him and Miles panics, eyes flying open as he looks up at his twin, “Wait- where are you going-”

“Cálmate, mano, I can’t get your clothes off if I’m on top of you.” Milo smiled at him, running his hands down, along Miles’ sides, stopping at the edge of his shirt.

Miles flusters but lets his brother tug at the fabric, sitting up quickly so that Milo can pull it up and over his head. He can feel Milo’s gaze on him, and he can feel it rove over his exposed chest and stomach, and he has to stop himself from covering himself up. He’s surprised by how shy he feels- his twin has seen him change his clothes countless of times, but this situation is entirely new for both of them.

Milo must sense his anxiety, because he steps forward and cups his face gently, urging Miles to look up at him. He gently runs his thumb over Miles’ cheek, and Miles leans into his palm, meeting Milo’s eyes, seeing the utter adoration in them. “Beautiful, Miles, you’re so beautiful,” he bends down to kiss him again, hands travelling lower and feeling along Miles’ bare sides, squeezing his hips lightly.

Miles nips at his lips, urging him to come closer, but Milo pulls away again, leaving Miles whining after him- sitting up and trying to follow him with his lips.

“Milo!” Miles complained, reaching out to him, “What is it now?”

Milo smiled at his antics, grabbing Miles’ hands and urging him up. “C’mon.”

“What? Why?” Miles let Milo pull him up, let his twin lead him along, still holding his hand as they walked down the passage and then paused outside their uncles’ bedroom door. Miles raised an eyebrow at him as Milo hesitated outside the door, “What are we doing here, Milo?”

Milo glanced at him and then opened the door, stepping through and pulling Miles with him. He switched on the lights and didn’t say anything, just turned and cast a nervous look at Miles.

“What is it, mano?” Miles looked around Aaron’s room, taking in the minimal decorations, and the large, king-sized bed, pausing for a moment on it before raising both his eyebrows as he looked at his brother. “You want us to fuck in Uncle Aaron’s bed?” There was disbelief and amusement in his voice, a sly grin starting to form on his lips.

“That’s- why did you say it like that!” Milo made a strangled noise, covering his face in embarrassment, muttering something into his hands while he hid from his Miles’ gaze.

Miles was grinning from ear to ear now, trying hard to not laugh at the shy energy exuding off of the other boy. “What was that? I can’t hear you.” He was just about to reach out and try to tug Milo’s hands from his face when his brother sighed, taking his hands away on his own.

Milo looked away as he repeated himself, “He has silk sheets.”

Miles scrunched his nose as he looked at the bed, taking in how soft the bedding actually looked, fancier than what he had expected of his uncle. “Okay?”

“Ugh- it’s just- for our first time, y’know I thought- “ Milo muttered something that Miles didn’t catch, dragging his hand over his face again, flustered beyond words.

“Oh.” Miles’ smile softened, and he stepped around to face Milo, wrapping his arms over his brother’s shoulders and around his neck. “That’s very romantic of you, Milo.”

Milo looked at him through his fingers, frowning as he grumbled, “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not,” Miles chuckled, stepping impossibly closer, putting more of his weight on Milo.

Milo moved his hand to see what Miles was doing, just in time for Miles to press a kiss to his lips. He leaned in more, and Miles deepened the kiss, moving his hands to cup Milo’s cheeks. He moved back, pressing a kiss at the corner of Milo’s mouth, pressing more along his cheek, moving closer to nip at Milo’s pierced ear. Milo groaned at the sensation, letting his own mouth drop to Miles’ exposed neck, kissing and sucking bruises into his skin.

Milo nipped at Miles, then lathed his tongue over the bruising skin, “Bed?”

Miles nodded, letting Milo back him up until he met the foot of the bed, letting himself fall back. Milo looked down at him, and Miles moved up onto his elbows to watch as his twin took off his shirt, revealing his toned body, and the various scars littering his skin. He watched keenly as Milo tugged at his shorts too, pulling them off and making the tent in his dark boxers even more obvious.

He stepped forward and tugged at the seam of Miles’ sweats, “I’ve been dreaming of this for a long time.” Milo hooked his under the fabric, slowly pulling them down and showing him Miles’ V-lines.

Miles lifted his hips slightly, making it easier for Milo to pull his pants off. Milo tugged lower, working the sweats off of his hips, and letting his already hard cock bob out against his stomach.

Milo raised an eyebrow, and Miles could feel himself fluster more. “No underwear?” Milo asks, pulling the pants off the rest of the way, throwing them somewhere behind him as he takes in the view of his brother, naked below him.

“You didn’t give me any,” Miles answers shyly, barely hiding his nerves as his brother takes all of him in.

Milo face slipped inro a broad grin, “Can’t say I’m sorry.” He moved closer, placing his hands on Miles’ knees, pushing lightly. Miles lets his legs fall open, and Milo ran a hand up Miles’ leg, pausing for just a second before he wrapped his hand around Miles’ dick.

Miles gasped at the contact, and Milo gave him a gentle tug, thumb coming up to press at his leaking slit. Miles’ cock twitched in his hand, and Milo moved forward, bobbing his head down to spit on his cock. Miles shivered at the sensation, feeling Milo begin to spread the saliva on him, running his nimble fingers over his tip and down his shaft, squeezing lightly before he began to jerk Miles off fervently.

Miles panted, hips twitching as his brother sped up, “Milo- fuck, just like that-.” Milo twisted his wrist and ran his thumb over his cockhead with every stroke, smearing Miles’ precum on his dick. Miles laid back and opened his legs wider, letting out a soft whine as his twin stroked him faster, arching his back up and pressing his cock harder into Milo’s hand. He closed his eyes, eyebrows pinching together, rolling his hips in to his brother’s hands, desperate for more.

Miles can feel eyes on him, and he peaks through his eyelashes to see Milo watching his face, taking in Miles’ reactions rather than watching what he was doing between Miles’ legs. Miles panted out into the air, whining Milo’s name as he looked at him.

Miles meets his eyes as he moans, watching as absolute awe takes over Milo’s face.

Miles chased the pleasure, his hips lifting off the bed as he tries to follow Milo’s hands as they retreat, letting out a low and needy plea, “Milo, please.”

Instead of putting his hands back on him, Milo hunched over him, bringing his thumb up to run along Miles’ bottom lip, still swollen and wet from their kissing. Milo pushed in, hooking his finger into his twin’s mouth and pulling it open. Miles complies easily, mouth falling wide open, letting Milo rub his thumb on his tongue. Milo takes his thumb out, hastily placing his middle and ring finger at Miles’ lips, pressing in and sliding along Miles’ tongue. When he pushed his fingers in as far as he could go, he spoke, “Suck.”

Mile closed his soft lips around Milo’s fingers, tonguing at the appendages in his mouth, gently sucking on them. Milo watched him with rapt attention, eyes locked on Miles’ mouth and where his fingers disappeared inside it, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed harshly. Milo pulled his fingers back, and Miles eased up, letting him take his fingers out, feeling the saliva that had pooled in his mouth drag out with Milo’s fingers, dripping down his lips and onto his chin. A thin string of spittle still connected Milo’s fingers to his lips, and Milo uttered a quiet “fuck” before he was pressing his fingers back into his brother’s waiting mouth.

Miles mouth was still open, breath coming out in soft pants when Milo slid his fingers back in, pressing down on his tongue, he began dragging his fingers back and forth into Miles’ mouth. He dipped in just far enough for Miles to feel his gag reflex tensing before pulling back again; fucking Miles’ mouth with his fingers.

Drool dripped from the corners of his mouth, and Milo leaned down to lap it up, pulling his fingers from Miles’ mouth and covering it with his own. Miles moaned into Milo’s mouth, feeling as Milo trailed his one hand down to wrap around his cock while pressing his wettened fingers against Miles’ hole. He teased his rim with the tips of his fingers, teasing in lightly then dancing away to circle around his hole.

“Please, please, please,” Miles begged him, pushing his hips down so he can try and get Milo to go in further.

“Please what, mano?” Milo jerked Miles’ dick slowly, watching him follow his hand with his hips, chasing the sensation, “What do you want? Tell me.”

“Please, por favor, finger me, Milo. I can’t wait anymore-” Miles angled his hips down again, trying to find his brother’s taunting fingers.

Milo hummed and finally relented, his finger sinking in without much resistance- still sopping from Miles’ saliva. He expects Miles to clench with discomfort, or to complain about the sensation, but all his twin does is moan out into the air between them, wriggling his hips to try and get more in.

Milo raised a curious brow at him, “Done this before?” He didn’t wait for Miles to answer, immediately beginning to thrust his finger in and out, pleased at the sounds his brother made.

Miles smile sheepishly, his hand coming up to cover his face as he mumbles, “I’ve thought about you while fingering myself before.”

Milo pressed a second finger in, watching Miles’ face to be sure he was still comfortable. Miles continued speaking, panting a little with each thrust of Milo’s fingers in him, “I thought about you, and wondered if you would be on top, or on the bottom. Wondered if you’d like getting fucked,” Milo spread his fingers inside Miles, scissoring him open. Mind heavy with the thought of Miles; his brother’s fingers buried deep in himself while thinking of Milo.

“Would you want that?” Milo questioned, teasing at Miles’ rim with his third finger.

“I want whatever you’ll give me,” He smiled at Milo, reaching out to him. Milo dipped lower, watching Miles’ face to see what he wanted. “I hoped for so long, I didn’t think this would ever happen.” Milo pressed their foreheads together, watching Miles as he closed his eyes, his face pinching with heartache, opening his eyes to reveal the tears pooling there.

“It’s happening, Miles,” Milo pressed closer, felt Miles’ wet pants on his lips as Milo pushed in with all three of his sopping fingers, “You’ve got me.”

Miles mutters a soft “fuck”, clenching hard on his twin’s fingers. Milo pushed in more, searching for that small bundle of muscles that would send his brother over the edge.

When Miles gasped loudly, Milo knew that he had found it. He pushed down again, pressing his fingers in and out, hitting that spot dead on with each slip of his fingers, continuing to jerk him off during it. Miles humped up as he chased the sensation, hole fluttering around Milo’s fingers as he sped up his ministrations on both ends, Miles’ whole body tensing as he let his brother finger him to completion.

His balls tensed up as he came, shooting thick ropes across his chest and spilling all over Milo’s hand as his twin didn’t let up- continuing his strokes and spreading Miles’ cum back down over his cock, rubbing it shiny with his own spend.  

“Fuck,” Miles panted out, hips still rolling slowly, riding out his high. His insides twitched and tensed around Milo’s fingers, and he could feel his dick throbbing at the thought of the wet heat waiting for him.

Milo pulled his fingers out of him, watching as Miles’ hole fluttered at the emptiness, and he had to hold himself back from immediately pulling his cock out to shove it in him. He almost missed Miles’ question, too busy staring at the mess he’s made of his brother- Miles now covered in cum, chest heaving. And he’s not even done yet.

“Why’d you let me cum now?” Miles is still breathless as he speaks, but he pouts so cutely, and Milo can feel his dick jump when he continues speaking, “Wanted to do it with you.”

His mouth is dry when he speaks, “Wanted to watch you cum just from my fingers,” then he licks his lips, stooping low to lap at the cum on Miles’ stomach, quenching his thirst.

Miles watched him, eyes hooded, lust clear on his face. He bit his lip as Milo dipped lower, moving slightly off of the bed so that he could comfortably run his tongue just near where Miles’ dick lay, not quite touching it. Milo looked up at him, keeping eyecontact as he ran his tongue over the underside of Miles’ cock, pressing into his slit before darting back down to suck one of his balls into his mouth. Miles’ writhed, opening his legs wider for Milo to have access to anything he wanted, dick fully hard again. Milo reached out to grab his cock, moving his lips up Miles’ shaft, before sucking his cockhead into his mouth. Miles moaned above him,“Ngh- Milo if you carry on I’m gonna cum again,” he reached out on the bed to find Milo’s unoccupied hand, giving it a squeeze to get his attention.

Milo gave his tip a kiss as he pulled back a bit, smug as he looked at the dishevelled state his brother was in. “I don’t see what the problem is,” he leaned down again, pressing his face against Miles’ dick, still watching his brother’s face.

Miles’ mouth had dropped open, watching his brother nuzzle at his cock, the sensation of his twin’s hand squeezing him lightly while rubbing the smooth skin of his cheek against his dick had his mind reeling, a hazy fog of desire burning deep in his stomach. He wanted to mark Milo, he wanted to fuck his throat, make him writhe and whine around him and then cum across his face.

Milo smirked against the underside of his cock, offering nothing but more temptation as he lapped at Miles- a self-satisfied smile stretching across his face, like he knew what was going through Miles’ head.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to keep you down there." Miles moved onto his elbows, stomach muscles tensing as Milo disregarded his warning and continued lapping at his dick with little kitten licks at his tip. "Fucking hell, Milo-"

Miles sat up, jostling Milo completely backwards, and onto his knees on the floor. His brother looked up at him curiously, wondering what he'll do next. 

Miles took a moment to take in how Milo looked on his knees before him, pretty honey-brown eyes staring up at him, lips wet from how he was sucking on Miles’ dick. Miles gripped his cock, squeezing himself as he stepped closer to Milo, holding it in front of his twin's face. Milo’s eyes were entirely focused on the cock in front of him, watching as Miles gripped himself and brought himself closer, pressing his leaking tip against Milo's closed mouth. 

"Open." Miles' voice held no room for questioning, and Milo could feel the precum spurting from him and into his boxers. He was sure if Miles looked down, he'd be able to see the wet patch on his crotch, his boxers becoming increasingly stifling. 

Milo opened his mouth, letting Miles run his cock into his mouth, sliding against his tongue. He kept going, only pausing when Milo's eyes shot to his own, eyes watering as his gag reflex spasmed around Miles’ girth. "That's it, fuck," Miles swayed back a bit, then brought his hips forward, pushing back into Milo's waiting mouth.

Milo pressed his tongue against his dick as Miles began thrusting shallowly in and out of his mouth, hands coming up to grasp at his cock through the damp fabric of his boxers. He squeezed himself, thumbing at his tip through the material, moaning around his brother's cock stuffing his mouth.

Miles smiled down at him, a warm hand coming up to cup Milo's face, gently wiping his thumb over the stray tears as Miles tested his gag reflex. "Shit, you look so good right now, mano. On your knees for me."

Milo felt the overwhelming urge to please Miles come over him, stomach twisting pleasantly as he listened to Miles' groan as he thrust into his mouth. He reached for Miles' free hand, pulling it so that his palm held the other side of his face, both of his hands now holding Milo’s head. Miles paused and looked down at him in confusion, eyes widening when Milo let go of Miles' hands, instead gripping his twin's hips, dragging them forward so that Miles thrust into his mouth harder. His brother moaned above him, quickly understanding what Milo wanted. Milo gripped onto Miles as his brother started fucking into his mouth, clinging onto him as he used him roughly, going deeper with each thrust. 

Milo could feel his own drool pouring onto his chin, letting his mouth fall open for Miles to use as he pleased.

Miles moved roughly, holding his head still as he pushed in, moaning in appreciation as Milo still attempted to run his tongue along him with every plunge. "You feel so good, so good for me, Milo."

Milo let out his own pleased moan, hands dropping to take his cock out of his soaked boxers and started fucking into his fist; too worked up to bother starting slowly, almost over the edge already.

Miles looked down, seeing his brother getting off to him fucking his mouth, and he felt himself beginning to reach his peak. "Milo- Milo, I'm close," his thrusts quickened, "Where do you want it?"

Milo let go of his cock, hands rushing up to grip at his brother's sides, pulling him closer and swallowing harshly around him. Miles hissed through his teeth, hips stuttering as he pressed in deeper, sheathing his cock deep in Milo's mouth, cum pumping straight down his throat. Milo choked a little as he felt Miles’ cum hit his throat, feeling his own cock jerk as he came from the sensation alone, cum messing onto the floor.

"Shit, Milo, breathe through your nose," Miles urged while he held Milo's face against him, keeping him there until he was sure he had emptied himself into Milo's stomach. Only when he felt his cock softening in his twin's mouth did he pull out, looking down at how dishevelled Milo was.

Milo's face was covered in tears and sweat, strings of saliva connecting his mouth to Miles' dick, drool dripping down onto his chin and bare chest, running down him in a trail that Miles wanted to follow with his tongue. He looked up at Miles, eyes hazy but devoted. Miles took in the cum splattered on the floor, following where it pooled, finally noticing the cum on his feet. He tried not to laugh, shuffling in the puddle. Milo frowned following Miles' gaze, and then up again, a questioning look on his face. "You got a thing for having your throat fucked?" Miles grinned, reaching down to wipe the spittle away from the corner of Milo’s mouth, his brother holding still for him despite his embarrassed glare.

Milo huffed, "Shut up." His voice was rough, and Miles didn’t hold back his chuckle, reaching down to scoop him up. Milo complained as he deposited him roughly on the bed, following him in and laying across his body. 

"You're heavy." Milo tossed his arm over Miles' back, settling into the soft cushions at the head of the bed. They’re going to have to figure out how to wash silk when this is all over.

"You don't sound like you're complaining. " Miles smiled up at him, pressing a kiss on his chest where his head lay. He kissed a line up from his chest, shuffling up alongside him on the bed.

Milo didn’t wait for him to take his time to get to his mouth, moving impatiently towards him to catch his mouth with his own before Miles tried to kiss elsewhere on his body.

Miles groaned as they met each other, wet tongue tangling with Milo’s as he ran his hand along his side, getting lost in the sensation of his brother beneath his hands; the obvious strength in his figure, the faint bumps of scars occasionally breaking the smoothness of his skin.

Milo followed suite, running his hands over his twin in turn, reaching down to grope at his ass, squeezing the flesh between his fingers before dipping his finger down, plunging his fingers into his loosened hole, reminding himself that Miles was loose for him. His head spun with the thought, high on the fact that this was all for him.

Miles was his.

Miles broke away from Milo to moan at the feeling of his brother’s fingers in him, his breath warm against Milo’s face. Miles whined, hips pushing back, trying to get Milo to move deeper. “Milo-” He panted, “Please.”

“Please what? What do you want?” Milo pulled his fingers out, watching Miles grumble in frustration as he was left empty again. “Tell me.”

Miles met his gaze, eyes big and begging, “I want you to fuck me.”

Milo didn’t need to be told twice. He manoeuvred Miles around so that his brother was on his stomach in front of him, all spread out like a feast just for Milo. Miles went willingly, pliant as his twin moved him, letting his legs fall open, arching his back for him.

Miles looked back at him, bending his neck to meet Milo’s eyes over his shoulders, “Please fuck me.”

“Shit,” Milo felt himself throb, spitting into his hand before rubbing it along his dick. He leaned over Miles, holding Miles’ hip up with one hand as he used his free hand to line himself up to his brother’s warm, pink rim, resting the head against him, just hesitating before pressing in.

Miles whined as he breached him, tip working it’s way inside him as Milo inched forward, gritting his teeth as he felt how tight and hot Miles was inside.

“Fuck- fuck, Miles, feels so good.” Milo slipped out slightly before burying himself deeper, sheathing himself completely inside Miles. They both moaned as he bottomed out, Milo stilling his hips so that they could just get used to feeling of being connected- being so close. Milo could feel Miles tense around him, squeezing his dick tightly.

“Feel so full,” Miles uttered, his own cock dripping pre, already hard again. “Want you to move, need you to move.” There was faint desperation in his voice, hips wriggling back against Milo.

“We fit so well together, Miles. Like we were made for this,” Milo squeezed his brother’s hips, slowly pulling away from his heat. He moved back, until just his head was still in him, then rammed forward, shoving himself all the way in his twin.

“Fuck!” Miles cried out beneath him, feeling his brother carving his shape inside him. “Yes- made for each other,” he mewled, hips waving back and forth with the force of Milo’s deep thrusts, coming undone at the feeling of being pushed into, again and again. “Harder, Milo, harder -ah!” Milo obliged, and Miles’ soft gasps and grunts filled the air in the room.

Milo planted kissed along Miles’ spine, lapping at his back as he sped up, thrust harder into him. The noises his brother was making only egging him on, aiming to force a sound out of him with every thrust.

The headboard tapped against the wall violently; Milo driving into him so roughly that everything swayed. Miles could feel himself quickly reaching his peak, the precum trickling off of his tip in a constant stream, collecting below him, stark against the dark hue of the duvet. He gasped as Milo hammered into his prostate, writhing beneath Milo as his brother aimed for that spot, hitting it directly every time. “Milo, Milo- I’m close, I’m gonna-” He was practically sobbing beneath him, body quivering as he was rocked back and forth.

He made a strangled sound as Milo dropped closer, pressing his stomach against Miles’ back, using one arm to holding himself up as the other hand reached down to wrap around Miles’ dick, jerking him off in time with his own hips. “C’mon, mano, you can let go. Wanna feel you squeeze me while you come on my dick.”

Milo felt Miles’ whole body go taught beneath him, squeezing his cock hard as he came, cum squirting onto the bed below them. Milo didn’t stop gripping his dick, working Miles even as he felt his cum begin to stop, and as soon as Miles loosened enough for Milo to move, he began pounding into him again, quickly pushing himself over the edge.

Miles whined below him; his dick being fondled as his brother didn’t stop. He could feel Milo speed up, feel the urgency is his twin’s movements, their hips slamming together harshly, “Milo, inside- cum inside- don’t you dare pull out.”

Milo groaned loudly at his words, teeth meeting Miles’ shoulder as he plunged into him as deep as he could, letting his hips grind against Miles’ own as he came in him, letting his seed fill his twin up.

Miles moaned at the sensation of being filled, his insides warm as his brother’s spend was pumped into him, insides throbbing with the force of both of their orgasms.

“So good for me, Miles, it feels so good baby,” Milo lapped at the bite he left on his shoulder, tonguing wetly at the dents he left in his skin, absently wondering if it would bruise.

Miles quivered below him, and he took in the sheen of sweat on the both of them, running his along his brother’s hot skin. Milo placed another kiss at the base of his neck, before moving back, carefully pulling his softening cock out. Miles whimpered beneath him, hole squeezing down on nothing, Milo’s cum streaming out of him and joining Miles’ spend under him. Milo resisted the urge to push it back into him, sure his brother was too tired for any more of his antics. He moved to lay next to Miles, rubbing a hand on Miles’ back as his twin slowly lowered himself onto his side, so that they were facing each other once again.

Miles sighed softly, wriggling his hips as he settled down.

“You uncomfortable?” Milo rubbed at his hips gently, a pleased sound coming from him when Miles shook his head. “Sore?”

“No,” Miles answers, grinning mischievously, “I could go again.”

“Hah,” Milo barked out a laugh, “I don’t think-”

Miles sat up, surprisingly quickly for someone who just had their ass pummeled. “I’m serious,” He moved so that his top half hovered over Milo, looking down at his face, searching for an answer.

“Miles,” Milo tried out, not sure how his brother was expecting him to have energy for anything more. It must be a Spider-Man thing.  

Miles kissed him before he could say anything more, pulling back a little to mutter between each kiss, “You won’t have to do anything.” He backed away, “I’ll do all the work.”

When Milo raised an unimpressed brow at him, he just pouted, sending his best puppy dog look at Milo. Milo sighed, Miles knew he would get whatever he wanted from Milo when he used that look. “What do you want to do, exactly?”

Miles grinned, leaning closer to kiss him before he moved away, urging Milo to lay on his back, “You’ll see.”

Milo watched him adjust how he was laying, opening his legs so that Miles could have access to his dick, assuming that was what he was after. Miles hummed appreciatively, dipping down so that he could drag his tongue along the underside of his limp cock, Milo gasping at how sensitive he still was.

“Fuck,” Milo hissed, Miles’ tongue hot against him, “You could have just said you wanted to suck me off.” He twitched in front of Miles, blood flowing downwards despite his what he was saying, “I think you’re gonna need to do more than that if you want to get me hard again.”

Miles didn’t reply, instead he chose to circle Milo’s tip with his tongue before licking down his hardening length. Milo vaguely thinks he’s going to copy what he had done earlier and suck at his balls, but he dips past his sack and across his perinium, going lower. Milo gasps harshly as Miles’ tongue circles his hole, hips unconsciously wriggling away at the feeling.

Miles grunted in his throat, hooking his arms under Milo’s legs and dragging them over his shoulders as he pulls Milo closer. He lifts Milo’s entire bottom half off of the bed, holding him up as Milo’s upper body presses into the mattress; his ass situated directly in Miles’ face as he settles back down, crossing his legs like he’s sitting at a picnic- his meal laid out before him.

“Miles, what are you-” Milo starts, but is interrupted by Miles lapping at his rim; pressing his tongue against him repeatedly. He startles again at the sensation, not expecting Miles to be so bold.

Miles pulls his tongue back and nudges in, dancing away to circle his rim again. Milo’s hips push closer, gasping and twitching as his twin eats him out. Miles dips in again, wriggling his tongue deeper in him and hums, sending a pleasant vibration into him, making Milo cry out, hands fisting the sheets below him. He presses in more, Milo’s hips rolling back against Miles’ face as much as he can manage in this position, little gasps being coaxed from him. Miles adjust his hold on him, letting one hand grip the leg over his shoulder, bringing the other closer and nudging a finger in alongside his tongue.

“Oh- Miles, ah-” Milo writhed, pushing Miles’ finger in faster than what his brother had intended. He just whined at the feeling, and Miles adjusted accordingly- letting his finger and tongue loosen him up enough so that he could slip another in.

He thrusts his finger and tongue in the same time, letting his finger run along his rim, smoothing his tongue over it afterwards, soothing the stretch. When he’s sure Milo is ready to take another, he slips in a second finger in, pressing them both deeper than what his tongue could reach. He felt around, searching for his prostate, grinning against his hole as Milo jolted, knocking his legs against Miles’ back as he arched up. Found it.

Miles pressed down into that spot, grinding his finger pads against it. Milo writhed, hips jolting forward so harshly that Miles had to grab him and hold him still against his mouth, not letting Milo go for a second. He continued to lick and suck at him as he drove his fingers in, adding a third one not long after he found Milo’s prostate, his brother letting out breathy moans as he fingered him.

Milo pushed back against Miles, “Miles please, please, please-” he chanted, not sure what he wants but knowing he needs it now.

Miles hummed into him again, then pulled away- much to his despair. He shuffled back, lowering Milo’s body down onto the bed, his knees still hooked over his shoulders, just keeping Milo from settling completely against the mattress.

“Don’t stop,” Milo tried to meet his eyes, finding his vision blurry from unshed tears, “I didn’t mean stop.” He blinked away the tears, finding Miles staring at him in utter wonder.

“You’re gorgeous,” Miles pressed a kiss against Milo’s knee, placing his face against it like he could stay down there worshipping him for hours.

“Then why’d you stop?” Milo doesn’t expect to sound so petulant, resisting the urge to cover his face in embarrassment from the sound of his voice.

Miles doesn’t tease him like he expected, instead he kisses the opposite knee, smiling impishly, “Who says I’m done with you?”  He nipped at the spot that he kissed, then gestured at the pillows with a tilt of his head. “Pass me a pillow?”

Milo frowned, wondering why Miles was dragging this out, “I don’t need a pillow for my head, Miles. I need you to carry on-”

“It’s not for your head.”

“Then why-”

Miles grinned, cupping his hands under Milo’s backside and lifting him up, letting their cocks bump together as he moved him. He rolled his hips against Milo’s, letting their dicks drag along each other, stealing his brother’s breath right from his lungs. “It’s for your back,” he moved his hips away, letting his cockhead dip and lazily drag along his perinium, just shy of his hole, “For when I fuck you.”

“Oh.” Milo’s chest stuttered, breathing in roughly as he hurried to hand Miles a pillow.

To Miles’ credit- he didn’t laugh, just sent an amused look at Milo while he took the pillow and placed it beneath his back, letting his twin’s legs fall off of his shoulders, waiting for his twin to shuffle around until he was situated comfortably on the cushion. Milo wriggled expectantly when he was done, using one of his legs to pull Miles closer.

Miles grinned at his actions, moving closer to line himself up with Milo’s hole, slowly pressing in. He didn’t stop driving himself in, steadily carving space for himself inside him. Milo whined as Miles sheathed himself in him, chest quaking as he squeezed Miles in a vice grip. Miles could feel Milo’s warmth around his cock, and his twin’s spend leaking from his used hole with all the movement, the viscous liquid cooling as it dribbled down his thighs, mixing with the rest of their fluids already on the mattress.

“’S too much,” Milo panted out, face contorting.

Miles had stilled deep inside him, but now he faltered, unsure if he should move at all, “Want me to pull out?”

Milo panicked at his words, legs moving to trap Miles close to him, “No, no – just- just hang on.” Milo forced himself to breathe deep breaths, adjusting to the feeling of being spread on his brother’s cock; hot and hard, splitting him open.

Miles waited for him, taking in his brother’s heat hugging him tightly, running a hand along his thigh reassuringly. When Milo finally stopped clenching his eyes and opened them to look at Milo, he was overwhelmed by the sight of his brother between his legs, holding himself still and waiting for Milo to tell him what he wanted. Milo reached for his hand, and Miles adjusted to balancing on one hand, and using the other hand to tangle his fingers with Milo’s.

“I love you,” Milo spoke, surprised that was the first thing that was out of his mouth. It had come to him so naturally, he didn’t have to think about it before he voiced it.

Miles looked just as shocked as him, but he recovered quickly, bringing their clasped hands up to kiss the back of Milo’s hand, “I love you too.” He leaned down and captured his lips, moving slowly so that he didn’t jostle Milo too much.

Milo’s threat throbbed in his chest, “You can move,” he uttered, “Just- go slowly.”

Miles nodded, gently easing his hips away from Milo’s own before bringing them forward again, rolling his hips into his brother. He watched Milo’s face for discomfort, watched his mouth fall open, panting wetly as Miles ground into him.

Milo moaned, starting to push his hips down to meet Miles’ thrusts experimentally, “More.” Miles moved out slowly, the drag of him sending a shiver through Milo’s body, then he drove himself back in, forcing another gasp out of Milo. “Faster,” Milo grasped at his back, hands clinging onto Miles as he spoke desperately against his shoulder, “Harder.”

Miles obeyed, speeding up as he deepened his thrusts, slapping their hips together, the bed frame tapping against the wall rhythmically. “Fuck, I wanted this so much,” Miles muttered, pushing in harshly, licking and kissing along Milo’s neck, “Love this, love how you feel.”

Milo ground his hips back, driving his hips to meet Miles thrusts, reaching up to pull him impossibly closer, arms tangling around his shoulders. “Mine, mine, mine,” Milo uttered into Miles’ ear, rolling his hips while Mile drove into him.

Miles moaned, thrusting in harder at his words. “Yours,” he agreed, pressing their foreheads together, their breaths intermingling, “Yours, Milo, all yours.”

Milo dug his nails into his back as Miles went faster, ramming their hips together roughly. He reached down to grasp Milo’s dick, jerking him off as much as he could as he rocked their bodies with his movements, working them both past their limits.

Milo whined, finding Miles’ mouth and entangling their tongues together, rolling his hips up into Miles’ hand, and back down onto his dick. He let the sensations filling him raise him into his peak, cum shooting from him until his spend trickled out while Miles groaned above him, dick being choked through his twin’s orgasm.

Milo rode it out, hips still writhing on his brother’s cock, moaning into his open mouth while Miles kept fucking him through it, following him over the edge not long after. He buried himself to the hilt with a final, harsh thrust- hard enough that it lifted Milo’s hips as he pushed in, pouring his cum right into Milo.

They lay there, blanketed in their ecstasy, entangled and complete.

Their hearts slowed down together, both dripping in each other’s cum and sweat. They grinned into their kisses, lips raw and pink but curled up in smiles as they press kisses wherever their lips can reach.

They come down from their euphoria together, running lithe hands along damp limbs, featherlike touches tracing down their chests and stomachs. Milo hums in the back of his throat as Miles peppers kisses all over him. He feels high on his brother’s attention, Miles’ lips pressing along his collar bones, making him feel dizzy with affection.

Miles broke the comfortable silence they had fallen into, “We’re not done right?”

“What? Don’t tell me you still have energy,” Milo’s disbelief is audible, mouth falling open in shock as he lifted his head to meet Miles’ eyes.

“Just give me some time.” His brother shot him a playful smile, pressing his cheek against Milo’s chest as he looked up at him.

“Hell no, man,” Milo attempted to tug the duvet up to cover himself, jostling Miles off of his chest while he struggled- not only because there were two people laying on it, but also because his body was drained from everything they had done.  “I need sleep, Miles.”

“But I still want you to ride me”, Miles whined, reaching out half-heartedly to try and help Milo tug at the blanket.

Milo huffed, flustered despite everything they just did, embarrassed that his brother so was so comfortable saying that.

“And then I wanna eat you out again afterwards. Wanna lick my cum outta you-”

“Jesus Christ! Miles!” Milo startled, eyes wide as he reached over to smack his twin with a pillow, “Quiet, no más.”

Milo could feel his cheeks burning as Miles laughed, catching the pillow and tugging it away from him, grabbing Milo’s hand as he pretended he was going to smack Miles.  

Miles studied Milo’s hands, pressing kisses to the few scars he had acquired doing villain work. Miles spoke, thumb running over the back of his hand, “You tried to use me getting into Visions to escape how you felt, didn’t you?”

Milo hummed, reaching out to run his knuckles over Miles’ cheek, “Mm, I did.”

“So stupid,” Miles grumbled, letting go of his hand to flick Milo’s shoulder. “Idiota.”

“Hey-” it was Milo’s turn to laugh, rolling over and yanking Miles into a hug, “It worked out in the end.”

They still had so much to talk about- so much to understand and decide about their futures and the paths that they would decide to walk.

But they knew that they would do it together, that they would be together from now on. Inseparable.

No matter how much hiding they would have to do- what they meant to each other was unquenchable; they were whole when they were together. Despite their differences, they needed each other unequivocally; no half that can exist without the other.  

Two sides of the same coin.

“I think dad and Uncle Aaron used to be like us," Miles says into Milo’s chest, using him as a pillow as they languidly run their hands over each other’s skin.

Milo hummed, picking up Miles’ hand and intertwining their fingers, hands still so similar, like they belonged to the same person. “I know.”

“Oh?” Miles raised a brow, moving next to him so that they shared a pillow.

“Yeah,” Milo kissed his cheek, “They’re pretty obvious when they’re around each other.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re-” he hesitates, stumbling over his words, “Uh, because you’re-”

“What? A brother fucker?” Milo looks smug when Miles lets out a squeak, whacking at his brother’s chest with his hand.

“Don’t say that,” he looked away, embarrassed, and Milo snickers as he comes closer and kisses him again.

“It’s true though,” he moves back, taking in Miles’ warm body next to him, “In love with my own brother.” He smiles as he kisses Miles’ shoulder, the latter copying and brushing his lips against Milo’s shoulder, “Must run in the family.”

“You sound so sure.” Miles speaks, and when Milo sends him a questioning look, he adds on, “In love, I mean. With me?” Miles looks doubtful, his brows pinching together, “Are you sure?”

“Miles, mi amor, I’ve been in love with you for a long time. It’s at my very centre, in the deepest parts of me- nothing will ever stop it.” Milo turned on his side so that he was facing Miles, reaching out to cup his face.

Miles met him there, placing his hand over Milo’s. “It’s the same for me, Milo – I love you so much. Everything feels like it will bring me back to you; that I’m supposed to be here, right next to you.” He closed his eyes, blinking away tears, “I – we can’t ever end up like Aaron and our dad. I wouldn’t be able to live like that.”

“We wont.” Milo promised, heart aching at the thought of being estranged with Miles in the way that their uncle and father were estranged with each other. They would never be like them. Milo took in his twin’s face, the freckles across his cheeks, the raw emotion in his eyes- the adoration. His heart swelled, pushing him forward to catch Miles’ lips with his own. He hummed as he withdrew, acknowledging the mess that they made of the bed. “We need to get cleaned up. Uncle Aaron’s not gonna be back for a while but you should head back to campus. You’ve got class in the morning, right?” Milo already knows the answer, trying not to show how put out he was that they had to separate again so soon. He begins to get out of bed, but Miles tugs him back, wrapping his arms around him so that he couldn’t leave.

“I don’t want to go- I’ll call in sick.”

Milo huffed, “Then what? I have school tomorrow, too, y’know.”

Miles nuzzled his cheek against Milo’s, “Then we can say you’re sick too. Stay here with me, please,” he pleads, eyes big as he pouts at him.

“And if our parents find out?” Milo can feel himself giving in already, consequences be damned.  

“I’ll cover for you.”

“You’ve got it all figured out then?” Milo laughed, finally relaxing in his brother’s arms.

Miles reached out, smiling as he ran a hand along his neck to caress Milo’s cheek, celebrating his silent victory.

“I can stay here. I’ll tell my advisor I can’t come in. We can be sick together.”

Milo huffs as he turns his head and kisses Miles’ palm.

“Pinky promise?” He asks, and Miles beams at the childish notion.

He hums happily, sticking his finger out, “Pinky promise.”

Their fingers intertwine, and then their lips.

They couldn’t be happier.