ok, ok. i promised my friend heather that i would write a twincest fic. i just couldnt write raunchy things though... yeah, ima pansy, wuss, etc... either way, this is about total longing. you guys can go ahead and write a sequel about how they bang. just dont to write where you got the idea... k? sounds good.

Please, Just Don't Play With Me...

They were twins. It wasn't right.

Roxas was the openly gay twin. He had many friends, none of them being boys. Boys despised him, sometimes even his twin. Girls loved to be his friend. Whenever they were dumped, Roxas would be there with a shoulder to cry on.

Sora was the 'straight' one. That's how it started out. He hated being twins with a gay boy, but he had to come to acceptance of it. Maybe Sora accepted it more than he wanted, though.

They never had done anything raunchy. It was kind of a game of want. They wanted something they couldn't have. Sora would stare at his brother, wrapped up in a quilt infront of the tube, watching "Queer as Folk." Sora pretended not to watch that show, but he always would stare up from his magazine.

Why did he have to tell everyone he was straight? He wasn't. His longing for his brother and other boys told him he wasn't. He had someone, though. He had Kairi. Or maybe Kairi had him. You can't really have something you don't want, right?

Roxas came over one night, tears in his eyes. Sora could tell something was wrong. Roxas sat there, his hand over his eyes. He never liked the thought of people watching him cry.

No one was ever there for Roxas when he cried. Maybe this time could be different. Sora picked up and walked over to him and slung his arm around his brother.

"What is it?"

"A-a...xel."

"You know you could never have him. He doesn't like boys. I'm sorry to tell you-"

"I f-feel as ...if I am the only h-homosexual. You know, o-one day I went to school and found graffitti on my locker? D-do you...know what it s-said?"

"Hm?"

"Faggot. The Lord h-hates you. May you...r-rot in hell."

"I think the bible club wrote that. No one but them would really care. Not with me as your brother."

It was true. Sora was popular. People feared him, actually. Roxas looked up at him. Sora wiped the tear off his twin's cheek with his thumb...

Sora thought about it. The chance he had. It was now or never. But he could tell by the way Roxas carried himself he would never do something like this. Because...

They were twins. It wasn't right.