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I recently thought of this and it became one of my personal favorite concepts.

Solipsism syndrome is characterized as, “a psychological state and condition in which a person feels that reality is not external to their mind”. I think that if they did have this condition, their close affinity and naturally cutthroat nature would have influenced one another into holding this standpoint.

It’s kind of like a shared solipsism syndrome. Think of folie à deux but a little different.

The reason why the Army of Two spend so much time with each other— sometimes even more than they spend time with their own family— is not just because they have an intimate pact with one another, but also because they have a shared belief that they are the only two people who exist.

Andre finds it difficult to imagine that there are other people around them who can think. He believes that their peers are entities who completely lack autonomy or a true sense of purpose. He thinks that he and Calvin are the only two “people with a brain” in the somewhat murky world surrounding them, so he feels less fucked-up. He didn’t care that he was abnormal before, though he felt out of place and different… “different” with a negative connotation. Andre also assumes that objects not related to— or manipulated by— him and Cal, are insentient.

Cal feels that everyone is similar to a zombie, even those who are in his own family. Andre feels likewise, although he does care about his parents and feels a little differently toward them. Cal simply thinks that those who aren’t like him and Andre are easily controlled. Also, sometimes when he’s with Andre, he’ll randomly jerk his arm or leg, so that Andre remembers he’s real. In Calvin’s eyes, humans move “too mechanically” to be considered worth sympathizing for or holding pity over. Additionally, to Cal, people have no concept of existence or being. Because of this, he feels that Zero Day is important.

If they did have this condition, Cal and Andre’s individual motives behind Zero Day would slightly shift. Instead putting forth some of the vengeance and anger Andre wanted to incorporate, Cal would suggest further proving the message they stood by— providing a delusional point of view and argue how “people don’t matter because they may not truly exist”. So any upsetting or humiliating experiences they may have had with others should be considered obsolete because of their seemingly newfound status in this “false” territory they have been investigating their whole lives. Andre believes it is a creation of their own minds, and his brief explanations, to Cal, promote the fact that they are actually Gods.

Therefore, they felt more comfortable being intimate, including kissing and hugging. After all, they should be companions— they’re the only two real people who share the same views, after all.

Sometimes Cal and Andre stay over at each other’s houses without having planned anything prior. Mr. and Mrs. Kriegman don’t mind when Cal sleeps over. In fact, Mrs. Kriegman adores the blond— his jokes make them laugh. Additionally, Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel describe Andre as a polite young man… funny as well.

Andre has a tendency to be prepared “just in case” he thinks he’ll decide to crash at Calvin’s when they’re out-and-about or hanging around, so he brings a small overnight bag, letting it sit in the backseat of his car. While Calvin is a little more forgetful about bringing clothes partly due to his ADHD, Andre has no problem lending him his clothes for the night.

When both boys are sure Andre’s parents are asleep, Andre will toss Calvin a simple t-shirt with shorts, letting him get changed— and sometimes he even lets him wear his urban camo shirt, which he keeps saved for Zero Day. He turns around to allow him privacy… even at this point within their comradeship.

They use each other’s toothbrushes, too, since neither Cal nor Andre care about swapping spit when they’ve already done so countless times.

While Andre is still paranoid about his parents finding out about them, Mr. and Mrs. Kriegman no longer barge into Andre’s room as much as they used to, now often knocking before coming in. They leave him be, knowing how teenagers are. After all, they were once teens.

Thus, Andre enjoys resting next to Cal and cuddling with him. They kind of take turns about who the big spoon and little spoon will be. When Cal’s lounging in Andre’s clothes, though, Andre prefers to be the big spoon, mainly so that he can hold him tightly and take in Cal’s natural aroma mixed with his own cologne.

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Top Cal, Bottom Andre

The first time they really messed around, excluding the clumsy handjobs and blowjobs they’d given each other multiple times before, it took around 10 minutes of Cal trying to convince Andre to let him fuck him— or stretch him out a little, at least. Because every time Cal’s fingers brushed against his asshole, or whenever he’d mention “sticking it in”, Andre kept on pussying out. It made him feel strange knowing he was about to be in a girl’s position; it made him feel unusual and uncomfortable with himself, as if he didn’t want to be vulnerable around Calvin in that way— which likely sounds weird enough, knowing the amount of crazy shit the two have done together.

Cal let him take his time, but he knew he was gonna have to push him a little. He tried to be encouraging at first, but he grew frustrated every time Andre told him he was ready, but kept scooting away. Though, luckily, Cal was soon able to stick his fingers inside Andre, and then eventually feel his tight, tense insides clinging to his dick. He went kind of slow— as slow as he could, really, because he’s equally as inexperienced as Andre and wanted this to be good for the both of them. However, he did struggle to stay in pace, and would occasionally buck his hips against Andre’s ass, hitting his prostate and drawing out a startled groan from the other boy.

Calvin has to feel all of Andre, especially when the intimacy between them becomes intense. When Andre’s between his legs blowing him all wet and sloppy, he can’t help but grab at Andre’s neck or face, watching the way his throat both constricts and stretches around his dick. Cal occasionally slams his cock back against the back of Andre’s mouth to watch him choke and gag, watch the tears well up in the usually stone-faced brunet’s dark eyes. In addition, Cal likes to hold his throat and grip a tuft of dark hair— even though Andre has a sensitive scalp— when he goes so far back he can feel his tonsils, or brush the pad of his thumb against his bulging Adam’s apple. It’s kind of painful for Andre, having to take Cal in his mouth and all, so he pinches Cal’s thigh when it’s too much for him.

Andre is a squirmer. Especially when Cal’s feeling up his prostate gland. Every time the teen finds that sensitive sweet spot inside him, Andre has to slap a hand over his mouth to contain his whimpers. At first, he didn’t want Calvin to hear him moan. It was really fucking embarrassing, and even now, he still sort of struggles to want to let himself make noises. But Calvin does pry Andre’s hand off his mouth, forcing his arm away from his face, to which Andre only protests weakly and doesn’t put up much fight.

Calvin experiences an intense rush of megalomania remembering how he can make Andre cum in his pants. He’ll lean over him and grind against his thigh, whining in his ear about how he dictates Andre more than his own parents, how badly he needs him, how he needs to feel him wrapped around his dick. He’ll palm the teenager through his cargo pants or jeans, squeeze him a little. Andre can’t help it, fuck, he can’t contain himself when Cal talks like that, with his declaration of proprietorship over him. Because frankly, hey’re each other’s— Cal belongs to Andre and Andre belongs to Cal. They’re Andre and Cal. And when Calvin finally took a look inside Andre’s boxers, he taunted him for the sticky mess staining the fabric. Andre’s cheeks burned hotly, and he tried to cover himself up, telling Cal to shut the fuck up about his predicament.

I don’t believe he was a sociopath. But I do believe he exhibited some shared tendencies to them.

When Cal was younger, he didn’t enjoy people very much.

The previously chubby-cheeked, little white blond boy began to display this distant look in his eyes as he slowly aged, which had started to show when he was around 2 to 3-years-old.

His reserved behavior was more prevalent when he was a kid. His parents remained unquestioning, though. Treating their son like any other normal boy. But could you really blame them?

Because not even Cal’s family members could read what was going on in his mind.

Birthday parties weren’t very fun either. Calvin felt overwhelmed by everyone standing around him, trying to get him to smile while singing him happy birthday, shoving presents toward his sour face. Fuck, the people his parents invited and who attended were so insufferable and nauseatingly energetic. He didn’t even want to do anything for his 18th birthday a few months before Zero Day. He just wanted to spend time with Andre— the bastard who mostly sees him for who he is. Around his teenage years, that was when the lingering anger began to sprout deep within him. And when he and Andre met, they clicked partially for this reason.

Calvin does get crushed by the invisible weight of his depression and experiences negative and positive feelings as well, though they’re less prominent and not necessarily how most people would typically assume. He experiences these feelings toward himself and toward Andre and his friends. And most of the time he doesn’t feel much toward other classmates— not unless it relates to his burrowed sadism, aggravation, disinterest, and contempt.

He likes Rachel, even though he grows defensive when she tries to nudge her nose into him and Andre’s business. Cal always plays it off as a joke, but there’s a subtle sense of sobriety in his eyes… especially when he essentially told her to “leave town”.

He isn’t friends with very many people except for a few— those few including Andre. He’s known for being in the school band, and from being Rachel’s friend, but that’s really it.

With Andre, he does feel a sense of fondness and longing when he’s out of his grasp. He treats the brunet teenager unlike how most people would treat their companion. He sees him as this figure he needs to latch onto, who latches onto Cal in contrasting yet related ways— Calvin feels alive when he’s around him, less like a walking zombie. Calvin gets restless and the closest thing to sad when he’s not around. Lonely, even. He needs his attention. They share a bond that nobody should be able to have but them… the Army of Two.

Cal expresses this amorous sentiment toward his comrade in relatively traditional manners, having learned from seeing other couples at school… mainly with physical touch. He really isn’t opposed to physical touch when with Andre at all. Though, Cal’s indifference when he and Andre argue is as apparent as finding a glowing scarecrow in a corn field. And while he does react in blatantly flippant manners toward the various serious problems Andre has with him in that moment, he doesn’t truly want Andre to stay angry at him. So he tries to deescalate the situation without outwardly confronting the problem. Think of the scene where Andre got angry at Cal over the poem he read aloud, and how Cal made him smile a minute later.

In addition, Cal is a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

The sheep wool sitting over his head like some veil of purity is the awkward, yet casual facade he wears to get people to think differently of him. To think he’s nice, to think he isn’t capable of committing such a horrific thing such as Zero Day. Even now, even before Zero Day; he’s still got his parents and peers fooled— excluding Andre.

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Top Andre, Bottom Cal

Andre has a habit of slapping a hand over Cal’s mouth and muffling his moans, especially when he’s doing him from behind in a risky environment. He’ll have one hand on his mouth, and the other on his crotch, whispering “Shhh, shhhh, shut the fuck up,” in his ear while pounding into him relentlessly. It gives Andre a rush whenever he hears Cal’s noises get all muffled against the palm of his hand, and to feel the moisture of his lips pressing against his skin and Cal’s hot, wet, shaky breaths of air fanning into his hand.

Calvin secretly used to fingerfuck himself and imagine that it was Andre’s fingers. Whenever he’d smuggle porno tapes at the store— gay porno— he’d slip a finger or two inside his ass and envision Andre in between his legs and doing it for him. But the first time he decided to start exploring himself in this way, when he went knuckles deep and finally found his prostate, he came quick, and he experienced a high he never knew was possible. He used to be too embarrassed to admit that he did this, but he no longer needs to because he has Andre to finger him or fuck him instead, just as he’d hoped.

Andre was very careful the first time he and Cal had sex, when he took Cal’s virginity. He didn’t want to hurt him, and he was constantly asking him if he was okay. Their first time was slow, but they both savored every moment of it. Andre secretly likes when Cal wants him to go slow, because it gives him a chance to explore Calvin’s body. Calvin goes insane— in a good way, of course— whenever he feels those hands caressing his hips or feeling up his sides and waist and his body as a whole. Calvin feels appreciated and pretty, while not feeling shameful over that fact anymore.

Calvin’s favorite position is doggy style. He really loves the feeling of Andre shoving his face into his pillows, ‘cause Cal always imagines him as like some sergeant in the army, even while feeling his cock sliding in and out of his tightness. Cal will force Andre to wear his dog tag along with him so that it feels more… “army-like” in Cal’s words. Andre makes fun of him for describing it that way though. While he’s into the military as much as Cal is, he doesn’t really show it all too much for fear his parents will get suspicious of their Zero Day plans, so he forces Cal to tone it down as well.

Andre allows himself to be vulnerable around Calvin. But only really when Cal’s asleep, drunk, or high, at least. During aftercare, sometimes when Cal’s half-asleep and drifting off into slumberland, Andre will mumble into Cal’s shoulder— if he’s spooning him that time— about how he’s gonna miss him if push comes to shove with Zero Day. It’s a brief, rare moment of “weakness” for Andre, but he does like to speak fondly of Cal whenever they’re alone together, where no one can disturb them or anything. Now, going back to my point, Andre never knew that they were going to be shooting themselves together on Zero Day rather than going through with the initial plans. Rather, he fully expected them to be able to go through with the plans of escaping in his car, but a tiny part of him knew they were gonna be dead no matter what happened. He never liked to admit this to himself though, remaining in denial about the recklessness of the whole “getaway” thing. Either way, he half-hopes that Cal hears and knows that he’ll always love him, no matter what happens with Zero Day. And on Zero Day, prior to ending his life alongside Calvin after the shooting, his last coherent thought was along the lines of how he was going to try to find Cal in the afterlife— or whatever place they both would end up roaming together.

Occasionally, even while Andre’s shoving his shaft balls deep inside his ass— Cal will find the opportunity to piss him off, even through his little whimpers. He’s just like that; Cal’s middle name is practically Sarcastic. His witty nature will piss Andre off sometimes too— especially if it’s a situation where Andre clearly isn’t fucking laughing. While it does prompt him to grow rough with Cal, it turns on the both of them, because they both know Cal only does it to— well, demand without actually demanding for Andre to fuck him harder. Whenever Calvin does say some smartass shit during sex, Andre will go as far as to strangling Cal— especially while they’re doing missionary. It’s easy access to his neck anyway, and also that familiar deep, dark part of Andre gets really turned on by the feeling of Cal’s pulse drumming underneath his fingers. With this, it also helped Andre coin the nickname “punk” and various other insults in German— for Cal.

Calvin is a bit of a risk-taker and has begged Andre to load Milena and have him blow her— loaded. Eventually, after begging one too many times, Andre finally agreed. The day he agreed, Andre made it seem like they were going out to simply shoot guns together to practice for Zero Day, but as soon as he unpacked Milena from his father’s closet as Cal kept on going on about sucking on Milena, he instead turned around and shoved the barrel so far into Calvin’s mouth that it nearly hit his tonsils. And eventually, it did. He’d nudged Cal to the ground with the gun, kneeling over him as he forced him to take the barrel deep in his throat, even when it got too much for Cal and he tried to push on his chest to get him off. Andre didn’t stop until he’d pulled out his own cock from his jeans and jerked himself off, cumming all over Cal’s face and lips. Despite Calvin’s initial resistance as he began to choke on the barrel, he quickly grew hard, so he got himself off shortly after Andre released his load onto his pretty face.

Initially, Andre also felt off-put at the idea of dirty talking, even going on to dislike it. He was determined to stay quiet or hold back any noises and grunts he might make while planning his first time with Cal, a little after they’d started dating. But every time he noticed the drastic increase in the little noises Cal made whenever Andre muttered the occasional, “Shit, mein Schatz— so tight,” ,, “You like that, yeah?” ,, or something of the sort in German, he became more confident to speak like this to Calvin when they’re alone. After developing more of his “dirty-talking skills”, he got into the habit of praising Cal during sex. He goes from genuinely praising him for taking his cock or his fingers up his ass or when he’s fucking the back of Cal’s throat with his member, and then going to tauntingly praising him for being a “big brave boy” whenever Andre’s spanking him or making him take his gun in his mouth.

Whenever Cal and Andre are arguing and it gets real heated and loud between them, if Cal initiates mildly hostile physical contact— such as with pushing, shoving, yelling, or getting all up in Andre’s face, Andre will bounce it right back to him. Andre struggles with his anger a bit more-so than Cal in some ways— so one day he snapped and shoved Cal, to the point where he fell back into his bookcase. Calvin was a little stunned by Andre’s outward expression of aggression toward him, but as soon as he felt a heat coiling in his groin— he knew he wanted more, so he continued taunting Andre until he was ultimately… well— grabbed by the arm and yanked onto the bed. And then things led to another.

Andre never really imagined that he’d be into spanking Cal, but it all begun on a day when they were home alone at Andre’s together, with Cal sitting beside Andre while he played Grand Theft Auto 2 on his PS2. Mel was curled up in Cal’s lap, but eventually got off. After that, Calvin continuously inched closer until he was leaning on Andre’s shoulder, clinging onto his arm. He then began to gently kiss his neck, up to the patch of skin behind his ear, and then to his cheek and jawline. After around a minute of this, with Cal kissing up on him and trying to get him to notice or pay attention to him, Andre got a little fed up, so he gently pushed Cal’s face down into his lap. He pulled Calvin’s pants down and found himself— in the heat of the moment— spanking his backside, ignoring Cal’s yelps and cries due to the repeated stinging pain. Afterward, Cal’s face was all wet with tears and his ass cheeks were bright red. At the sight, Andre felt a little guilty at first, but when he looked down toward Cal’s boxers, he noticed that he fucking came untouched from Andre spanking him alone, so he grabbed Cal by his “pretty boy blond locks” and forced him to look up at him, before leaning down and smothering a kiss onto Cal’s lips.