I don't even know why he needs to check his bank balance. I mean, come on, it's not like he's lacking in anything. He has a big house, a Corvette, a maid, a chef, and a whole bunch of people who he can call if he does happen to want anything when they're not around. In short, he's spoiled, and he has plenty of money. He knows that. So why the fuck are we in an ATM vestibule, freezing our asses off? "Joel, hurry it up," I whine as he punches in his code, "it's cold, I wanna get back to the hotel."

He reaches for the buttons he needs to push really slowly, exaggerating just to spite me. I roll my eyes. "Real mature."

I reach over and press the 'Account Balance' button for him. "There. That wasn't so hard now, was it?"

He smirks at me and I turn away. For some reason, he gets really antsy when it comes to money. Doesn't like me knowing how much he has, which is ridiculous, really, because we earn just about exactly the same amount, even when you include all the promotions and everything. They like us to do 'em together. He stares at the screen for a while - probably counting the zeros - and I glance at him. "You done?"

He nods and presses the button to retrieve his card. It pops out of the machine and he grabs it, stuffing it into his pocket. "Alright, if you're done complaining, let's get out of here," he says gruffly. He hasn't been in the best of moods today.

I nod and take a step towards the door, and the power goes out. I stand there for a moment in the darkness. "God dammit," I hear Joel mutter, "could this day get any worse?"

My twin hates the dark - it's one trait I don't share with him. He's hated it ever since we were little and Dad used to stumble in and start laying into us. There wasn't much we could do, most of the time he'd strike when we were asleep and then when we woke up, we were too disoriented by the darkness to defend ourselves. I feel him reaching out, trying to find me in the dark, and I grab his arm. "S'okay. I'm here."

We wander over to the door together. It's one of those doors with a sensor, and with the power out, it won't open. I shake it a couple of times, but I'm not going to be able to open it without breaking it.

I search my pockets for my cell phone, then remember I left it in the hotel. I was only planning on being a few minutes. Why the hell did I even come with him? He can be so damn convincing sometimes. "You bring your phone, Joel?"

"No," his voice is strained and quiet, "sorry."

I smile and wrap my arm around his shoulder. "It's alright, Joely, nothing to be afraid of. I'm right here."

The only response I get is a sniffle, and he leans in closer to me. No one else ever sees this side of my brother, he tries so hard to be all ghetto and tough, when on the inside he's just a lost little boy. He's an amazing, beautiful lost little boy, though, and I wouldn't trade him for anything in the world. He's my other half, without him, I'm incomplete. His meek voice breaks through the silence. "Can we sit down?"

I chuckle. When he's scared, he asks my permission to do everything. "Of course we can."

I lead him over to a wall and sit down, leaning against it, and he does the same. I reclaim my arm, but he latches onto it. "Benj, I'm cold."

I'm not surprised. It's nearly winter and Joel still insists that he's fine walking around in a wifebeater. We all know he just thinks he looks hot. I sigh and unzip my hoodie, offering it to him, but he shoves it back into my hands. "You'll get cold too. I'll just stay close to you."

I circle him in my arms and rub his bare bicep in an attempt to warm it up, but he's still shivvering. He curls up against my chest and I can feel his shaking slow as my body heat begins to warm him up. "Feeling better?"

He shakes his head no, and lets out a sob. I look down at him, surprised. "Joel? What's the matter?"

His body wretches as he sobs into my chest, and all I can do is hold him and try to soothe him with my words. I can tell it isn't working, but I hate seeing him like this, so I keep trying. "It's okay, baby bro, it's okay... you can tell me what's wrong, you know?"

He'd been acting weird all day. We got in a fight this morning 'cause I was wearing the shoes that I loaned him. They were my shoes! He has his own! "Can't tell you this," he manages to choke out between sobs.

I can't say this doesn't hurt. He tells me everything there is to know about him. We don't keep secrets from each other, ever. Well, except this one thing... but I don't think I can ever tell him that. "You can tell me anything, Joely-boy, I'm your twin brother, remember?"

"You'll hate me."

I sigh and squeeze him tighter to my chest, kissing his forehead. "I could never hate you, Joel. I love you."

This only seems to make him cry harder, and my whole body aches to see him this way. Whenever he's hurting, I'm hurting, even when we're not together. It's that connection we've always had, and we'll always have it. Finally, his sobs turn into soft whimpers, and his breathing becomes more even. "Benji, I love you too."

"I know," I murmur, kissing his head again, "I know you do."

"No, Benji," he whispers, looking up at me, and I can see his eyes so clearly, even in the dark, "I'm in love with you."

I stare at him in shock, and he pulls out of my arms. I let him go, I don't know what I should be doing. He moves a couple of feet away from me and buries his face in his hands, starting to sob uncontrollably once more. "See?" he chokes out, "Told you you'd hate me."

I reach out and place my hand on his arm, squeezing it lightly. "I don't hate you, Joel."

A lot of people think I'm the strong, tough twin. Really, they're wrong. Joel has more courage than I'll ever have, even when we're stuck in a dark ATM vestibule, and he's crying his eyes out. He had the balls to tell me what I'd been aching to tell him for years, and never thought I would tell him. The one secret I'd managed to keep from him. "You don't love me, either," he says softly, refusing to make eye contact with me.

I crawl in front of him and gently pull his hands away from his face, but he still won't look me in the eye. "Joel? Please, just look at me."

He slowly lifts his head, and even in the dark I can tell his eyes are red and bloodshot. "Why? So you can tell me that I'm disgusting? I already know that. I'm sick. I'm twisted. I know."

I shake my head slowly, my mouth hanging open a little. I can't believe this is happened. I can't believe that this is finally about to happen! "Then I'm disgusting, sick, and twisted, too," I eventually murmur, and his eyes widen.

"What do you mean?"

Instead of responding, I lean in and press my lips softly to his. For a brief second I wonder if he's going to return my kiss at all, as he sits there, stunned. Then I feel his hands creep up to the back of my head, getting tangled in my hair, and his soft lips begin to move against my rough, steel-studded ones. I want to wrap him in my arms and make love to him, like I've dreamed of doing so many times, but I don't want to push him. My kiss remains gentle as I lift my hands to his face, flicking my tongue out over his lips. He gets the message and opens his mouth for me, allowing me to slip my tongue in and taste the forbidden fruit.

I feel his own tongue push lightly against mine as he deepens our kiss, pulling my lips harder against his own. As our embrace becomes more heated, I feel his hands on my chest, gripping my shirt. He's pushing me gently backwards, laying me down, and he lowers himself onto me. I can feel his heart beating in perfect time with my own, along with the unfamiliar sensation of his fingers slowly, gently tracing lines down my sides. When they reach my hips, his fingertips creep under the hem of my shirt, and I have to pull away and gasp as his cold skin assaults my warm stomach. "Sorry," he murmurs, "we can stop if you want."

He's only saying that because he knows I don't want to stop. I'm quickly becoming rock hard beneath him, and I know he can feel it. This is like every fantasy I've had since I was 16 coming true. I unzip my hoodie, pull it off, and lift my arms up and he grins as he tugs my shirt over my head. I wince a bit as I lean back onto the cold tiles that cover the floor of the vestibule. "Don't worry," he purrs, "you'll be warm soon enough."

He leans down to kiss me again, but I stop him and pull off his wifebeater. Then he changes his mind and attaches his lips to my neck instead of crushing them into mine. He's giving me a hickey, I can tell, claiming me for his own, and it's a huge turn-on. I reach for his belt buckle and begin working at it, groaning softly as his teeth nip at the skin on my collarbone. "God, Joel," I grunt out, "wanted this for so long."

His hands are now fumbling with my own belt, and I moan as his hand brushes across my very swollen erection through my pants. "Me too, Benj," he pauses to nip at my neck again, "you're so fucking hot."

I blush. I never really thought much of myself in the looks department, especially lately. I'm getting chubby, and I can't be bothered working out the way Joel does. Plus, he just got the better half of the egg. I had to live with that. I've got his pants down to his knees now, and he's struggling to kick them off and pull down my own at the same time. I know my favourite pants are going to get filthy on this floor, but I shrug the thought off. As if that matters right now.

His lips pull away from my neck and find my own again, and as they connect I can feel the intensity of what we're doing, this unstoppable collision of souls, fueled by a love that only twins can understand. I suck softly on his tongue as he begins to slowly grind into me, and I push my hips up to meet his.

He rolls over, pulling me on top of him, and drags his lips reluctantly away from mine. "Benji, make love to me," he whispers, and I can only nod, my mouth all of a sudden too dry to reply.

"No lube," I eventually choke out, and he shakes his head.

"My spit will do."

I stare down at him, amazed. He really is the stronger twin, I don't think I'd be willing to do this in his position. "Don't wanna hurt you."

His hands tug at my boxers and I kick them off, removing his own almost in one fluid movement. "It won't hurt long if you're gentle."

I brush my lips softly against his, but then shake my head. "I can't. I can't hurt you, Joel."

He takes my hand in his, guiding it to his mouth, and he slowly sucks on my index and middle fingers. "Stretch me out, Benj," he murmurs, but I shake my head again.

"I can't do it, Joel. I won't."

He keeps holding my hand and he moves it down, pushing my index finger to his opening. "Just do it, Benji. I want you to. I need you to."

I stare down into his eyes, searching for any signs of doubt. I see none, so I push my finger into him slowly. For a moment, I feel his muscles clamp down, trying to reject the intrusion, but then he relaxes. I move my finger in and out a few times before inserting another. He manages to control his reflexes this time, and before long I have him fairly well opened up. Then I pull my fingers out of him and shuffle my way up his body so I'm straddling his face. I don't need to tell him what to do, he just wraps his lips around me without question, lubricating my shaft. I groan in pleasure and close my eyes, but he quickly removes his lips. "C'mon, Benj, make love to me. Please?"

I shuffle back down and align myself with his entrance, and kiss his lips once tenderly. "I apologize in advance if I hurt you."

He lets out a sort of soft growl, and it's the sexiest noise I've ever heard. "Benji, I need you in me."

I suck in a deep breath and slowly push my head into him. I feel his muscles clamp again, and he grits his teeth. "Joel, just say the word and I'll stop."

It doesn't take long before he's relaxed again, and he urges me to continue. "The worst is over now. It'll stop hurting soon," he insists, and I have to trust that he'll be honest with me and tell me to stop if it gets too much.

I slide my full length into him, and he lets out a short gasp. This is the most intense pleasure I've ever felt, I know that for sure, but I don't know what he's thinking right now. All I know is I'm sleeping with the most loving, most caring, most sensitive and most beautiful man in the world. "Keep going," he murmurs.

I kiss him once before slowly starting to pump in and out, watching his face carefully for any signs of uncomfort or pain. His expression is getting less strained with each thrust, and I can see now that pleasure is beginning to mingle with pain. "Benj," he breathes into my ear, and I shivver, "feels so good, Benj."

I'm gliding in and out easily now, panting a little each time our bodies connect. His hips begin to lift to meet mine, grinding into me, and I know he's trying to get me to hit that spot inside him. I lean towards him a little more on my next thrust, and he lets out a long moan. Got it. I repeat this movement and he groans again, only this time he manages to form words. "God... harder, Benj."

I pick up the pace a bit, still nervous about hurting him, and I can feel his short fingernails digging into my back. He can tell what I'm thinking. "Don't worry about hurting me, just do it."

I really speed up then, and I start pounding into him, hitting that spot inside of him and making him squeal with each and every thrust. I grunt loudly as I get lost in this lust-induced haze, barely able to think about anything other than the body writhing underneath me, pushing against my own body, grinding into me. This body so much like my own, pressing into me, moaning my name as I slam into him. Sweat is pouring off both of our heads and he wraps his hand around his own erection. I push it away, replacing it with my own, and begin pumping his cock in my hand, up and down with the rhythm of our bodies, the tip of it glistening with his pre-come. "Benji," he chokes out softly, "so close."

"Me too," I grunt, and my thrusts become erratic. A pump a few more times before I explode inside of him, filling him with my seed. Seconds later, he comes into my hand and on my chest, sticking our bodies together. I release his cock as it starts to soften, riding out my own orgasm before pulling out. Our bodies heave as we struggle for breath, clinging to each other desperately. Joel kisses my forehead, then my cheek, then I lift my lips to his and kiss him hard. His lips crush against mine and he moans into my mouth. I pull away, still struggling for breath, and he hugs me close.

After a couple of minutes, our breathing has slowed enough for us to speak without needing to pause after every couple of words. "Joel," I whisper softly, "I love you so much."

He nibbles on my earlobe for a moment before responding, sending chills down my spine. "I love you too, Benj. I wish I'd told you sooner."

"Me too," I laugh a little, and then gaze up as the lights flicker, and then turn on, exposing us to the security cameras.

"Shit," we both mutter together, leaping to our feet and collecting our clothes. I hop around on one foot, trying to shove the other inside the leg of my boxers, and then realize that they're not actually my boxers - they're his. He's pulling on mine, and he seems to figure this out and looks at me, chuckling. I manage to find the rest of my clothes okay, and within a minute, we're fully dressed.

I wrap my arm around him as we leave the vestibule, and he rests his head on my shoulder. I kiss the side of his head, and he smiles. "You know what, Benji?"

I nuzzle my face into his hair. "What?"

"This hasn't been such a bad day after all."