No! No more fandoms!
Blame dreamerxt and to an extent, wiggleit for this, but it seems as if I have found something ELSE to write.
*cough*goodcharlotteslash*cough*
And it's even *cough*cough*benji/joelincestlove*cough*cough*
*cries* I'm sorry!
Fic: One
Author: the_smooth_one
Rating: PG-13ish. Maybe R. Depends on your perspective.
Warnings: Implied slash. Implied slash with BROTHERS. Don't like it? Don't read it.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Pairings: Benji/Joel
Summary: "Two people, two brothers, one desire."
One. That's all they've ever been, one. Two brains, two hearts, from one single egg. Benji's the oldest, but that means nothing. They were born on the same day, same hour, only five minutes apart, which is nothing. Minutes are meaningless. They were one baby.
So close growing up, everyone saw them as one. Two bodies, two minds, to form one single boy. They were different, but those differences complimented themselves and together, they made up for what the other didn't have. They became one child.
It was all they could ever be, one, unable to live without the other during those years. Double the pain, double the anger, only one single outlet. They sat in the closet listening to Nirvana, btoh knowing one day, one day; they'd be out of this, but together. They only had one dream.
There were always subtle differences; the hair always gave away who was who, but the result was the same. Two members of a and, two different roles, one single sound. There was Billy and Paul, and the constant revolving door of drummers, of course, but in the end, it was BenjiandJoel. They became one voice.
If the tattoos don't prove it, nothing else does. Two designs, two names, one single promise. Joel had to hold Benji's hand as the needle pierced into his skin, felt like it was going to pierce his heart, but it didn't have to, because the look in Benji's eyes was enough to stab Joel's heart. Different shapes and places, but they became one symbol.
Now they don't deny it, see no sense in it. Two pairs of lips, two pairs of hands, in one single bed. Benji likes to sleep on the right side and Joel lets him, sucks on the skin underneath Benji's right ear, gets a secret thrill from watching Benji take it and take it until he flips Joel over onto his back. Always the same routine, they move in one motion.
They smile at each other like they have a secret. Two people, two brothers, one desire. They sleep in each other's arms, and Benji kisses the tattoo above Joel's heart like it's the most precious thing he's ever tasted. Joel slides into Benji like no one else in the world can, because they can never fit into Benji like Joel does, and they know it. It always comes back to them, it's always only them. They are one.
*cough*goodcharlotteslash*cough*
And it's even *cough*cough*benji/joelincestlove*cough*cough*
*cries* I'm sorry!
Fic: One
Author: the_smooth_one
Rating: PG-13ish. Maybe R. Depends on your perspective.
Warnings: Implied slash. Implied slash with BROTHERS. Don't like it? Don't read it.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Pairings: Benji/Joel
Summary: "Two people, two brothers, one desire."
One. That's all they've ever been, one. Two brains, two hearts, from one single egg. Benji's the oldest, but that means nothing. They were born on the same day, same hour, only five minutes apart, which is nothing. Minutes are meaningless. They were one baby.
So close growing up, everyone saw them as one. Two bodies, two minds, to form one single boy. They were different, but those differences complimented themselves and together, they made up for what the other didn't have. They became one child.
It was all they could ever be, one, unable to live without the other during those years. Double the pain, double the anger, only one single outlet. They sat in the closet listening to Nirvana, btoh knowing one day, one day; they'd be out of this, but together. They only had one dream.
There were always subtle differences; the hair always gave away who was who, but the result was the same. Two members of a and, two different roles, one single sound. There was Billy and Paul, and the constant revolving door of drummers, of course, but in the end, it was BenjiandJoel. They became one voice.
If the tattoos don't prove it, nothing else does. Two designs, two names, one single promise. Joel had to hold Benji's hand as the needle pierced into his skin, felt like it was going to pierce his heart, but it didn't have to, because the look in Benji's eyes was enough to stab Joel's heart. Different shapes and places, but they became one symbol.
Now they don't deny it, see no sense in it. Two pairs of lips, two pairs of hands, in one single bed. Benji likes to sleep on the right side and Joel lets him, sucks on the skin underneath Benji's right ear, gets a secret thrill from watching Benji take it and take it until he flips Joel over onto his back. Always the same routine, they move in one motion.
They smile at each other like they have a secret. Two people, two brothers, one desire. They sleep in each other's arms, and Benji kisses the tattoo above Joel's heart like it's the most precious thing he's ever tasted. Joel slides into Benji like no one else in the world can, because they can never fit into Benji like Joel does, and they know it. It always comes back to them, it's always only them. They are one.