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Arke was always a sight to see in action, Remme thought to himself from his hiding place, protected by the warding earring disguising his form. As the mage of their fated twinning, he was utterly prodigious in both agility and power – talents he was more than willing to bear as he fought the monstrous, shadowy beast they had been hunting.
Though perhaps five times the size of a human, the sheer bulk of their target did nothing to intimidate the black-haired mage as he manifested icy knives in his grip. Three he threw, piercing it in a line crossing its chest and shoulder; the other two he wielded in both hands as he rushed the distance between them to stab it and dodge out of the monster’s way, caught only by the edge of its weight.
Arke stumbled, clutching his shoulder where he had been hit, but he was not deterred. He ducked beneath another brazen swipe of the monster’s arms and slammed a palm against the grass. Remme could practically feel the surge of magic pulsing through the air before a wall of icicles burst out from the ground, piercing through the monster’s arm and causing it to recoil in a pained screech. It flung its claws about and snapped its jaws of piercing fangs in a desperate effort to catch its attacker in its way, and caused Arke to dash out of its range – into a position on the roots of a nearby tree, where he could watch intently. Perched and ready to strike, his eyes focused on its movements, watching for its pattern, and he threw another magicked knife right into its neck.
The only downside to him, Remme felt, was his total recklessness with the expending of his mana pool. As the monster let out its rattling death cries, Arke lunged at it and pierced it with one last blow, a lance made of magic so dense it ascended beyond elemental description. The monster burst with a flash of light and dissipated back into a cloud of dark mist, back into the lingering malice to perhaps one day reconvene – as was the fate of all curses that lingered in this forest. And at the same time, Arke collapsed to his knees, chest heaving with the strain and exhaustion.
But then, that was Remme’s purpose – to make up for whatever weaknesses he saw in his other half, whether replenishing his mana or any other duty. With a light, fond sigh, he rushed from his hiding spot to his brother’s side, extending his mind towards him. Arke was already reaching out with his the tendrils of his own, and their connection locked together near-instantly, before Remme was pressing as much of his magical reserves through the bond for him to eagerly sap up.
Remme took him into his arms and helped him up, even as he felt the drain of mana being taken from him, and half-walked, half dragged his twin to the place he’d already set for the night. After he set him against a tree, he severed the flow of magic and made to set up camp.
Arke watched in silence as Remme worked, only raising a finger where he was slumped, to spark the gathered firewood aflame once his brother left to rummage through their belongings and retrieve a pot to begin a meal for the both of them.
By the time Remme was ladling out their two bowls of stew, Arke had crawled his way to sit by his brother’s side, having apparently recovered enough to join him and feed himself. Once they had settled in, and the worst of the hunger from being drained dissipated, Remme brought out their map and flattened it out.
“We’ll stay here tonight, but in the morning we ought to continue traveling westward, not back the way we came,” he mumbled around his spoon, mentally tracing their path for the morning. “The Order mentioned another report of a malice wandering near a village. Perhaps it is nothing of note, but since we're nearby, we might as well check.”
“Remme,” his brother sighed, leaning into his shoulder. Remme opened up their bonded connection, assuming he was seeking more mana, but Arke ignored it, instead reaching over to unbuckle and draw off his twin’s cloak as he continued.
“It would also do well for us to look for additional commissions again, since we recently replaced your hauberk. We aren’t in desperate need of supplies, but last we were in town I recalled another-”
“ Remme,” Arke repeated. This time Remme blinked and looked over at the mage, who was wearing a frown – and neither his leather tabard nor the maille layer beneath, reduced to only a undershirt that he was actively pulling off. He then twisted and leaned so far across Remme’s side that he had no choice but to catch him in his arms as the mage smothered his cheek into his collar.
“No more thinking about tomorrow for the night, ok?” he sighed as he trailed his fingertips along the magical imprint of golden chains along his neck – a pattern also on his arms, and legs, and tongue, and any other place where magic could escape, to seal away any potential ability to do so. “I’m telling you to forget all those worries for tonight.”
“Telling me as your reservoir?”
Arke huffed, and climbed up to press his lips briefly to Remme’s. “As your companion.”
Remme went along as his twinned pair pulled his clothes off – the traveling robe of a mage’s reservoir and other half, the enhanced doublet and his underclothes beneath. Remme’s hands were not idle, either – he felt for the waist of Arke’s pants, and unlaced its front, palming through his smallclothes until Arke moaned.
With a pout, as though discontent to let his sibling outdo him, he gripped at Remme’s own leggings, eagerly maneuvering him until they could be haphazardly thrown to the side, then wrapped his arms about him and pulled so they fell atop each other. Remme grunted as the metal belt encircling his groin bumped against Arke’s thigh.
Like all reservoirs – those of every pair of twins, chosen under the stars to guide their celestially-appointed half in all things – Remme was forbidden from practicing magic, and furthermore had no need of trivial distractions from his life’s purpose. Thus did their ancient tradition decree, and their Order dictate, with binds magicked in his flesh, and chastity enforced with an unbreakable lock.
But that did not mean he and Arke would not seek pleasure in other ways.
Knees propped on either side of Arke’s legs and bracing one hand on his chest, Remme pulled his other half’s cock free from his smallclothes and began to stroke, quickly bringing him to full hardness while Arke moaned into the crook of his neck and gripped his hair.
Then Remme gasped as something pressed into back of his shoulders – not his fingers, but a manifesting presence bereft of all temperature, splitting and spreading like tendrils as they ran down his back. Some followed the curve of his form to caress his nipples and send sparks across his body; one trailed all the way down until it was parting the flesh of his backside, pressing insistently until it slipped into him.
Even as his mind was all-too-aroused by the magical tentacle’s stretch, Remme protested feebly. “Save your magic. We’ll not return to town for days. If we encounter a malice out here, won’t you need it to protect me?”
In response, Arke pulled back the tendril – only to thrust it deeper inside, sending him doubling back over, groaning, as his twin laughed and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “But I can always trust you to replenish me if I am in need of more mana, right?” he murmured against his skin.
He was, of course, entirely correct, but Remme clicked his tongue and rushed him for another kiss, interrupting whatever half-formed retort was bubbling to the forefront of his mind. This time their embrace was longer and deeper, both of them chasing each other’s lips roughly and giving Remme another point of contact to push against as he bucked his hips into each thrust, groaning against the mage’s smiling lips.
Remme tried to keep his focus and rhythm of his hands on Arke’s length even as the tendrils found that spot in him that sent waves of pleasure up his spine and, deprived of his own cock, all throughout his body. The tendrils were just of the perfect size – thicker and more pliant than Arke’s fingers, and any length the mage felt him capable of taking – and yet, as always, he wondered how it would feel to have the cock in his hands parting him open. His fingers were just barely enough to fully wrap around it. He wished desperately to know how it would feel in him, big as it was – perhaps with Remme on his back, so they could meet each other’s gaze as they typically did these sorts of evenings. He wished desperately to know how Arke’s moans, already musical to his ears, would take on an entirely new depth with their thrusts and pleasure fully aligned.
Just as Arke began to squirm under his twin’s weight and ministrations, Remme fully engrossed in his fantasy, however, the mage reached down to touch his brother’s wrist and leaned back, breaking their point of contact and Remme’s running thoughts. “Hold me off ‘til you’ve reached the edge. I won’t have you chasing your pleasure after mine,” he panted.
Remme certainly obliged. Without his hand to split Arke’s focus, the mage redoubled his efforts in dexterously maneuvering his magical tendrils, slipping a second one in to make him see stars with each of their rapid and increasingly deep movements. Though his cock was locked and sealed away, and had been for many years, he still felt it twitch from within its metal confines, practically begging for something but metal – for Arke – to touch him, just that forbidden once.
Futile as it was, however, the pleasure only strengthened as it pulsed outwards, until his arm holding him up gave way and he collapsed into his brother’s shoulder.
He was rapidly nearing the edge, all too intensely to even give a warning. but ever observant of his reservoir’s needs, there was no need for one at all. Arke entwined his fingers about Remme’s hand where it had strayed, guiding him back to his cock to rapidly stroke its length once again. They climaxed within a heart’s beat of each other, Arke’s cock pulsing in his brother’s palms as he came across both their stomachs, and Remme’s straining from within its metal confines as the whole of his body shuddered.
The edges of his vision wavering, Remme could only cling loosely to Arke as his brother rolled them both onto their sides with a sigh. There was no need for words between them. As Arke sidled close and kissed him, all the way from the binding tattoos of his purpose, up his neck and to the warding earring – a gift from the mage, densely engraved with every protective spell he could find – they both reopened their mental connection and intertwined with each other. Like this, without the desperate need for so much more mana, it was easy to feel the pleasantness with which they resonated.
And as Remme threaded his fingers through his twin’s hair, the edges of which dancing with the fading light of the sun and fire, and guiding him until they were properly kissing again, his mind wandered back into the fantasy – of Arke thrusting into him not with fingers or tendrils but his proper cock, and their pleasure aligning perfectly.
More than that, though, his heart recalled the unison they’d always had – the happiness they’d fostered together ever since the stars’ choosing, and had only grown over the years. They were two souls bound in fate together as though they were one, and Remme was wholly dedicated to his purpose by his other half’s side – the shadow to his radiance that made them both whole.