I didn't realize you had 2 stories up! This is so different from the other one but I love this one too! Off to the next part...

Author's Response: I finished "Born to Each Other" in mid-June and sent it out for beta, which took a couple of weeks due to its length. This story basically ambushed me and demanded to be written! Glad you're enjoying.

Perfect thing to wake up to on a totally iffy morning. ♥ I very much approve! Also, you totally make me feel better about my huge sex scenes ^_~ Really enjoying this!

Author's Response: Awesome, I'm happy to please. Hot twin smexing is always good on a blah day, I think. And hey! Twin smexing should be described in loving detail, don't you think? ^__- Of course you do! Thanks so much for reviewing.

Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude.

You blew up my brain.

With your awesomeness.

*is annoyed more people don't read this*

Seriously, parallelheartz and I squeal and jump on this whenever it updates. XD

Author's Response: *grins* I'm just glad you guys like it so much. Glad to--I mean sorry to hear about the brain blow-up! We need you to have that later, so YOU can keep updating! All the parts are up now, I hope you continued to enjoy. ♥

Holy hell. Hottest dance scene ever. Keep it coming

Author's Response: Awesome. I'm glad you think so. And it's all up now! ;)

More please!!! You should try the next chapter in Tom's POV. This was really good!!!

Author's Response: Thanks! The next part wanted to be written from Bill's POV, but the part after that is definitely Tom. Thanks for your review, hope you continued to enjoy!

This is really cool! Tom does know Bill is his twin right? So why didn't he say anything? I was just wondering.

Author's Response: I'm so happy you like it! Yes, Tom knows Bill is his twin - and he did start to say something, then Bill touched him and the reaction was rather unexpected for both of them. ;) Then Tom started to try to tell him again, later, and Bill was pretty insistent about what he wanted to happen next.

"How do I look, Andi?" he demanded of his friend, kilting his hips until his red "Idol" t-shirt rode up and gave a peek of the black triple-star tattoo low on the right side of his belly.
Andreas had a dumb look on his face that Bill recognized at once. He got it often, from men and women.
"G-good," Andreas managed. – lol

He'd tried a few different dye jobs but settled on black in the end. For some reason, keeping the blond hair had been painful for him. – awh

He went into an automatic freeze, spotting a teen even from across campus that had his eyes locked on Bill, arms crossed over his chest in a waiting posture. Bill frowned – he'd never seen the boy, who had a dark cap pulled low over his eyes. He had a wealth of blond hair done up in dreadlocks; the hair alone was a distinctive feature that Bill would have recognized. And he was wearing baggy, oversized clothes, both shirt and jeans, the likes of which had gone seriously out of style about a decade ago.
Despite his certainty that he'd never seen the boy before, something twanged at the back of Bill's mind like a song he'd mostly forgotten, a word he couldn't quite remember, an answer weighing down but unsaid on his tongue. - *giggles and bounces* TOM!!! *jitter with excitement*

"Of course; I'm better than okay!" Bill answered cheerfully, giving his head a little shake. It was a standard answer that defied the insatiable, hollow gnaw at his core, but that was how it had always been. – awh!

Bill's senses spiked an alert. Sex demon, his instinct screamed at him, and his nostrils flared. Mated, he realized in the next second, and breathed in relief. Then he grinned wide and rakishly as he recognized the popular model River, whose billboards were plastered over every ring of New York City. Don't you have a dirty little secret, he thought to himself, knowing it was likely that the upperclassman would recognize Bill for his own nature, as well. - *giggles*

"Fuck off my shadow," he snapped, slang warning Bill to stay out of his way. – awesome…totally going into my vocabulary!!!!!

Well, the boy was further than he'd been the first time Bill had spotted him. He was lounging against the corner of a building, arms folded over the front of his oversized t-shirt.
He was definitely watching Bill. - *giggles*

The moment Tom laid eyes on Bill that morning, he'd known he had found his twin. The thrill of recognition had coursed through him in one molten instant, even with a thousand yards between them. The dark hair, the kohl-lined brown eyes, the full mouth, the tall, rangy body – but it was too much, too intense, and Tom had bolted from his vantage point the instant Bill's attention was diverted. - *giggles* awh! So cute!!! He’s not sure of himself at all!!!

There was something about Bill that bothered him very much. Finding his twin wasn't exactly what he'd expected, though they hadn't even met in person. It was more, and it was...predatory, and Tom was worried about controlling himself; he wanted to do this right. – hum!!!

It was an okay club, not spectacular; the silver-flecked black paint on the walls was peeling, the dance floor was sticky and rancid more often than not, and there weren't any dark corners to fuck in – nope no good!

He sashayed his way around the fringe of the dance floor, avoiding the outstretched grasping hands of would-be partners with a deft sidestep and a wide smile. All it took was a slight shake of the head, a glint of his eyes, and they'd draw away as though Bill had bared a glimpse of his inner demon. – very cool!

"You new to town, or to the club?" Bill spoke in a normal conversational tone. The pulse of the music was loud, beating through flesh and concrete, and most people would loudly yell, "what!?" or would seize the opportunity to lean in close to listen to him.
This boy did neither. "Both," he replied - *grins*

"I'm Tom."
So close now, Bill could see the boy's eyes, not just sense them on him but look right into them. Tom's eyes were dark honey, they were caramel, they were hot to the core and lit Bill up from inside. They watched him, they warmed him.
"Bill," Bill introduced himself. He couldn't look away from Tom's intense eyes.
"I know," Tom said, confirming Bill's impression that the boy was a fan, maybe a stalker fan. – not quite Mr. narcissistic!

Bill was the kind of guy who didn't mind getting his own drinks - to a point. It certainly staved off attempts from lust-crazed idiots who tried to spike his drinks with whatever aphrodisiacal or immobilizing concoction of the week was circulating around. For Bill, those only resulted in mild vertigo, a bad headache, and irritation over the prospect that someone thought he could be had so easily. – lol

"So what brings you to town?"
Tom's sensual mouth had quirked up at one corner. "I came to find my brother," he replied. His dark eyes moved down the length of Bill's body and up again. "My twin. He was taken from me when we were really young."
"How awful for you," Bill replied mechanically, and drained the rest of his drink. He didn't do sob stories – lol I love the tone of ironies in this story.

The night was young, but hell, Bill had a feeling about Tom that went beyond 'good.' It jolted clear through him when their eyes met, which was often. It unsettled him.
Bill didn't feel powerfully about anything. He was carefree and unattached and he liked it that way. He would not, could not, be moved by someone he'd barely met and didn't know.
Yet Tom was already throwing him off his usual game. Bill was in the throes of goodwill-drunk, sure, but shouldn't Tom have come to him? That was how it worked. He frowned. –Bill you’re screwed and you don’t even know it lol

A contact shock sparked through Bill, strong and hard enough to curl his fingers tighter around Tom's wrist as it coursed up his arm. Bill's mouth dropped open and he unclenched his fingers from the touch of Tom's skin, holding his hand protectively to his chest as Tom stared back at him, his face unreadable. - *giggles*

Everything, his inner voice corrected, Tom is everything. Bill swung this way and that in the press of bodies, questioning that inner voice. What did that even mean? – I want an inner voice that tells me shit too!!!! Does it help on pop quizzes?

Bill wanted to push his fingers up into the soft fall of Tom's dreadlocks, and so he did.
His fingers encountered softness with the consistency of rough silk, real silk. - *grins*

Tom's hands on his hips pulled him nearer as the song shifted, taking a faster beat. Bill gasped a little as their bodies eased even closer, not swaying so much now as doing a good imitation of fucking, albeit clothed. – hot very freakin’ hot!

His fingertips grazed the skin of Tom's neck, and they both twitched as the thrill of that contact curled through them. Touching Tom was still electric and Bill disentangled his hands from their tight grip on Tom's dreadlocks. Bill locked eyes with Tom again, and Tom was smirking at him now, the expression a more mischievous reflection of Bill's slow-curving smile. – nice I love the parallels

Then one of Tom's hands stroked over Bill's right hip, the tattooed hip, and his thumb brushed ever so lightly between the belted line of Bill's jeans and his tight shirt, drawing a line of prickling electricity over his skin that coursed right to Bill's groin.
Bill jerked in Tom's arms and he met Tom's eyes again. They were knowing, dark. His lips were parted and Bill moved in at the same time Tom did and they were kissing, a low needful sound escaping one or both their mouths that they crushed between them. – fucking delicious!

When they broke, Bill was panting and it wasn't air deprivation. Lust coiled thick and strong in his belly. "More," he breathed against Tom's lips, forgetting he didn't beg, ever; he made them gag for it.
Tom gave him a smirk from beneath heavy-lidded eyes. "More what?" he prompted. "More dancing? More drinks? More..." He laughed, low, as Bill growled and reached up to fist Tom's dreadlocks and drag their mouths back together.
If the first kiss had been amazing, the next was nothing short of fucking phenomenal. Their mouths crashed together and Bill bit down on Tom's lip, not hard enough to make him bleed but aggressive, maybe a little punishing for Tom's unexpected effect on him. Tom only chuckled deep in his throat and pushed his tongue into Bill's mouth, rubbing against the stud in Bill's tongue, then stroking expertly around tongue, teeth and gums. – HOT!!!!!!!!! Pants OMG so fucking hot!!!!

"We can't," he gasped, letting up on his grip in Tom's dreadlocks.
Tom pulled his mouth away from Bill and his eyes flashed. "All right," he muttered, low enough for anyone but someone of Bill's keen hearing to miss in the thumping club beat. His mouth compressed to an angry line.
"Not here," Bill continued, throwing Tom a puzzled glance for the sudden storm-cloud that lowered the other teen's brow. Tom looked back at him, anger shifting to something unreadable, and Bill bestowed him with one of the more seductive looks in his repertoire, lighting up inside at Tom's instant response. - *grins and giggles* lovely just lovely!!!

Tom dragged Bill closer with the anchor of his hands on Bill's hips, and leaned in to inhale deeply beside Bill's neck. It was normally a move Bill would find creepy and distasteful - if the person weren't Tom. Considering Bill wanted to do the same thing, inhale Tom's scent as though it brought him oxygen, he could only find it sexy. - *twitters and giggles*

"Seventeen," Tom replied coolly, and slid his hands from Bill's hips to his waist, reeling him even closer. "Same as you."
The words were like a warning. Bill clutched at Tom's shoulders and struggled with deja vu. I know you, he almost said, but that was crazy. - *grins* Is Bill going to be freaked out that he’s fucked his brother?

Bill shuddered and gathered himself to push Tom away because this wasn't him, he didn't go with the first hot guy or girl to buy him a drink. He'd find someone else to dance with for a while, he'd make Tom wait and build steam, he'd put some distance between their bodies because touch was too risky. Then Tom's hands moved down over Bill's waist and grabbed Bill's ass in a firm, possessive grip, brushing on the way over the skin of his lower back exposed where his shirt had ridden up.
"Oh, my gods," Bill groaned, pushing at Tom's chest, but not to get away. He brought his mouth to Tom's and nibbled briefly on Tom's lip piercing. He wasn't drunk anymore, but he didn't want more booze. He wanted Tom to grab his ass harder, he wanted bare skin and lots of it, he wanted to be fucked. – ha ha ha oh how the mighty fall lol!!!!!

Eyes glittering, Tom leaned right back and spoke beside Bill's mouth. "You think I'm prey?"
Flustered, Bill pushed at Tom's chest to gain that little bit of space he needed to think, to breathe. "I'm not sure," he replied as though musing, though his wiser inner voice was screaming, not prey, not prey, this one is out of any league you've ever played before.
Still going home with him, Bill informed his inner voice, hoping it would shut up. Tom's fingers curved on Bill's ass, digging into the lower swell closer now to the crease, and Bill was torn between smacking Tom, hard, and spreading for him right there on the dance floor. - *gasp and groan* OMG! So hot!

Did he affect Tom this much? Bill needed to find out. He pulled one hand away from the radiating heat of Tom's chest and went low, moving as if to grip Tom's belt on his low-slung jeans. Instead he pushed his hand up under voluminous folds of baggy shirt, his fingers seeking flesh. He delved inward and suddenly he was stroking against velvety-soft skin over hard muscle. Bill poked his tongue into the corner of his mouth as he explored, then looked at Tom when his actions were greeted with a sudden intake of breath. – lol did you get your answer?

"Wait, my bar tab!" Bill remembered, …
"I paid it," Tom said, tugging his hand to keep them moving for the door.
Bill objected, "But I wasn't done for the night!"
"Trust me, I paid for the whole night," Tom assured him, turning a crooked and very confident smile on him. - *giggles*

"Fuck me," Bill said, shaken. He couldn't remember someone going that far for him before. Offers of dinner, sure, that Bill usually turned down after he'd gotten what he wanted.
"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you," Tom spoke directly into Bill's ear as they tumbled out the front door of the club. He hauled Bill in close to his side with a firm grip on his ass.
Bill groaned, stretching luxuriantly against Tom. "Yes, yes please," he breathed back. It was taking every ounce of his willpower not to hook a leg around Tom and rub up against him right there out in the open. He'd never been so hungry for it, and he'd never ditched out on his friends so early when they were at the clubs. It wasn't anywhere close to midnight! - *shudders and giggles* uuuhhgghh

Then Tom's fingers flexed on his ass and Bill turned against him, pressing his nose against Tom's neck and inhaling skin musk and the trace of a delicious cologne. Maybe it was all Tom. Fuck, he smelled good. Bill was hard in his jeans, aching, and he crowded against Tom with a low hungry noise. Fuck me, the thought pounded through his head, surely loud enough for Tom to hear it.
Tom angled his head in to capture Bill's mouth from the side and their tongues tangled so fiercely Bill's tongue stud was ground between them. Lips and teeth, tongues thrusting, Bill grappled back and forth with Tom. As they worked deeper into the kiss Bill found himself wrapped around Tom, arms and even one traitorous leg, and both of Tom's hands were on Bill's ass now to keep him close. – oh god so fucking hot!!!!

Tom gave him a lopsided grin that made Bill want to go down on his knees then and there. – ha ha ha!!!

"Maybe we should--" Tom began. There was a 'no' veiled somewhere in his voice.
"Shut up," Bill growled, twisting until he was up on his knees. He ignored the plush interior of the car and dug his boot-heels into the seat beneath him, bracing himself up against Tom and pressing two adamant fingers over Tom's sensual lips. "Unless the next words out of your mouth are, 'get back to your place as fast as possible so that I can fuck you, Bill,' I don't want to hear it."
Brown eyes never leaving his, Tom nodded once.
Bill removed his hand, biting down on his lip without realizing. His belly was swirling with anxiety now as well as the lust. He'd never been turned down – and he'd never wanted what was before him quite so much as he did now.
Tom's mouth quirked. "We should get back to your place as fast as possible, Bill, so that I can fuck you."
Bill shivered and a huge, delighted grin broke across his features. – uuuuuggghhh I am so fucking turned on right now!!! OMG!!!!

Author's Response: *grins* So glad you're continuing to enjoy it! Thanks again for the lovely long comment.

Okay... My brain just melt. 0.0
Is he going to tell him their twins?
Or will that be after Tom fucks him?
*hoping it's after*

Author's Response: It seems to have caused that reaction, and I'm so pleased. *grins* Oh, Tom wasn't actually thinking about anything at that point beyond fucking him. So, yes, after. ;)

once agian amazing! enough said!

Author's Response: Thank you very much! ♥

;_; You make me feel like a bad author, because of your awesomeness. *wishes she could be as cool*

parallelheartz and I are gonna go fangirl over this now. XD

Author's Response: Nooo, not at all. Don't feel that way. That's a lovely compliment, though! =)rnrnI love causing fangirling, it's a great feeling! Thank you so much!