Mark growled at Max, thrusting in with anger, slapping against his brother’s skin. It’s a weird feeling of being mad and being turned on at the same time. His hands still holding Max’s throat, the grip only getting tighter.
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He pressed with his hand on the other’s throat harder, choking him with no shame. Every thrust he was getting almost fully out, and fully in. He did not know how could he do that to his brother, but he can’t think about it right now. All he want is “punish” his younger brother.
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Markita nearly went to her knees at the words and it’s been a long time since she felt that way. She felt like she was nineteen all over again. Hell, this whole process just felt like a damn repeat of those years. The doctors always warned them that it could be in the genes and there is a small chance it could show up in either of them. The twins were so careful and they thought they were safe. That they were gonna grow old together and look back at their times together. Never did she think it would come to this.
Her fingers grip the hospital bed rail and familiar hums and beeps invaded her thoughts, trying not to think about those beeps going silent and hearing his breathing stop. No, no, not again. Not fucking again.
“Maxy…” Markita’s voice is barley a whisper as her eyes squeeze shut with tears before opening them again. He looks tired; so tired with his usually bright and warm eyes sunken in with purple and black under his eyes. His skin normally tan and glowing matched the hospital’s white sheets and with the weight he lost from the chemo, he looks like a skeleton already in his death bed. The man in this bed was not her twin but what’s left of him.
God, was her brother a fighter. For three years, this hospital became their second home with being in and out so often and sleeping on the chair that became an old friend. Even through the throwing up, the balding, the pain and surgery, he still kept his smile. His laughter would ring through the quiet halls and his grip to her hands was always strong. For once, she thought they were gonna win. They were gonna defeat all odds like they always do but it’s getting harder for him to smile, his laugh is hallow and his hands are like glass when touched. He can’t keep living like this…
Tears streamed down her cheeks as his words shook her to the core but the look in his eyes were enough. He’s done. Swallowing hard, her hand moved from the railing to hold his and give it a gentle squeeze and leaned forward to kiss his bald head which Max use to say made him look like a badass. Sniffling, she leaned back and looks into her brothers eyes. So much of their father was in him and fuck, it felt like a broken record. With a quiet sob, she squeezed his hand again. “I love you so much, Max. More then you even realize. A part of you will always be with me and do me a favor and dance among the stars, yeah?” She choked out a laugh as more tears streamed down her face, leaning to hug him gently before pulling away and wiping her eyes, turning to leave before pausing when he speaks with her back to him.
“I love you too, Markie.” Max murmurs softly.
He coughs and her chest tightens.
“I’ll tell dad you said hi.”
Tears came back to her eyes and once she left the room, she collapses with a scream.
