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Not For This World

Not For This World
Pairing: Matthew Leone/Nathan Leone
Rating: NC-17
POV: Nathan
Warnings: Mentions of surgery/the attack
Notes: Ok, so I blame tumblr for this. There's been Madina spams lately and it made me wanna fic them. Originally I was gonna just do some form of porn (set during the older school days), but I rememebered a vague idea I'd had based on Not For This World and I adapted it. So... here it is.

I blinked slightly as I woke up, looking around. "Fuck... I've done it again." I mumbled to myself and sighed, sitting up on the park bench. Thankfully, or not, it was still night, I was just in the middle of the park. At night. I had no idea why I sleep walked. I wish I did. I wish I knew how I managed to get out of my locked house and walk the three blocks to here without getting mugged or hit by a bus. I sighed again and rubbed my the sleep from my eyes.

"Hey boy." I blinked and looked at the direction of the voice, half expecting it to be a mugger or a rapist or some other criminal. Instead, it was an old man, about 60 and he came out from the trees, making a beeline to the bench I was on. Without asking he sat down, letting out a sigh of his own as he rested back in the seat. "You got trouble sleepwalking?"

"Yeah how did you..." He lifted up his cane and gestured at me. I looked down and noticed that I was wearing my pajamas, with a jacket over them. I was unsure if that was a blessing or a curse.

He chuckled softly and settled the cane back down. "Don't worry about it kid. I used to do the same when I was your age."

I smiled a little and looked over at him. "What about you sir? What are you doing out so late?"

He shrugged a little and smiled. "Felt like a walk." His eyes sparkled a little and I noticed they were a lot like mine. "My other half is sleeping so I took the oportunity to come back." He paused and cast his gaze up to the stars. "Do you ever think of the future?"

"Not really." I settled back and looked up too. Something about him made me feel comfortable.

He chuckled again and nodded. "I expected as much." He kept his gaze on the stars aboe us, the little points of light twinkling. It was beautiful really. "I'm at that point in my life where I know what my future holds." He paused again, then looked at me. "Want some advice from someone who's lived a little?"

I nodded slightly and wet my lips absently. "Sure."

"There's three things you should know." He tapped his cane against the floor, making my jump a little. "First, always remember to tell those you love that you love them. You never know when you might lose them." He tapped his cane again, twice this time, before continuing. "Second, if you're truly, deepy in love with someone you must tell them." His eyes met mine and I felt he was saying those words specifically to me. Strange. "Always take the chance." After pausing for effect, he tapped his cane three times. "And lastly, boy, follow your dreams. If you don't you'll be like me, old and grey, and have nothing to show for your life." He looked at me and chuckled. "Of course, that's not me. But I don't want to bore you witht he details of my life." He stood up. "Think about what I said."

"I will." He wandered off and was gone before I could ask him anything. Such a strange man, but oddly familiar too. I reached for my keys, which must've fallen out of my jacket pocket because they were laying where he'd been sitting, then I headed off back home.

I'd bare two of the things he said in mind. The middle one of course was harder. After all, the person I was in love with was my own brother.


I paced. I'd been doing it for hours, so long that the nurses were giving me looks. Looks as if to say 'stop that, you'll wear through the floor.' I didn't care. They weren't the one who had a twin brother in the operating room having fucking brain surgery because some low life cunt was a wife beater. The thought that that... bastard was still out there made my blood boil.

"Nathan please... you need to rest." I stopped and looked at Dan, shaking my head. "Then at least get something to eat. Or drink. " I shook my head and he looked at me pleadingly. "lease Nathan. You'll be no good to him if you don't keep your strength up."

I sighed, but he was right. "Ok." I whispered softly, then followed his advice and went towards the snack machines.

"You know, you'll need more then just a couple of candy bars." I looked up and swore I was hallucinating. It was the old man who sat with me all those years ago. "You'll be no good to him like that." He lifted his cane up and pointed it to the cafeteria. "Go and get something more substantial."

"Ok..." I whispered softly and went towards it in a daze. When I looked back he was gone again.


I sat beside Matthew. He'd come out of sugery and he was recovering from it. I bit my lip at the sight of him. It scared me how another human could do this to someone. "Oh Matthew... you stupid, brave man." I took his hand and held it, stroking it with my fingers.

Seeing the old man bought back memories of what he'd said, so I decided to say it now. After all, I'd almost lost him. "Matthew I... I love you. I always have." I swallowed and looked around, before leaning closer. "More then a brother. Oh so much more." I squeezed his hand, biting my lower lip. "I love you far more then I should and I am not going to let you go. Not again."

It was then that I felt something. My eyes went straight to his hand and I gasped. His fingers were squeezing mine. They said that any movement would be a good sign. "Matthew..." When I looked at his head, his eyes were open, meeting mine.

"Brother..." He whispered, his soft and a little croaky sounding. "Me too."


"Are you sure about this?"

"Of course I'm fucking sure Nathan. Would I be laying here with my legs in the air and my ass all lubed up if I wasn't sure?" He was smiling, the smile reaching his sparkling blue eyes. "I've talked to my doctor and he said it should be alright. Now get over here and fuck me."

I swallowed and nodded, walking towards him and shedding my clothes with each step. For six months I'd kept him safe, making sure he didn't do too much damage to himself. Sex had been, most definitely, off the menu. The most we'd done was me giving him head, since I'd been too worried about hurting him by letting him suck me, despite him trying. Oh how he'd tried.

Once I was fully naked I grsped the lube from the bed and squirted some on my length, rubbing it in. "You are so, so beautiful." He smiled at me, his cheeks flushing sslightly. His hair had grown back, the dark strands framing his face perfectly. He wanted to bleach it again so we matched, but I didn't trust anyone to mess with his hair. I climbed onto the bed between his legs, grasping my cock in hand and aiming it for his hole. I swallowed slightly, holding onto his legs as I steadily pushed into him. I was sure he'd bitch at me for going so slow, but he just rested his head back on the pillow and moaned softly. He felt so fucking good. Better then anyone I'd ever been in. I closed my eyes, keeping ahold of him as I filled him up. "Fuck Matthew..."

"Ugh you feel so good brother." He whispered below me, my eyes opening again to meet his. "Fuck me... please." I nodded slightly, then started to moved again, pulling out and easing back in. I sighed softly at the feel of him, keeping up the slow and steady pace.

"Nathan I'm not fucking glass! Pound the shit outta me." I groaned at his words, staring at his needy face. I couldn't resist. I swallowed and then started to pound into his body as hard as I could, the moans he made filling my ears. Months, years of need making me increase my speed, thrusting into him like I'd wanted to do for so long.

"You are so..." I slammed into his perfect ass, grunting softly. "So... fucking beautiful." His head was tipped back against the pillows and he was moaning so loud. His right hand was between his legs, stroking his slim dick quickly. It was now I realised something. Every time I thrust into him, I felt something. Every stroke of his hand made me feel something on my dick too. Never had I loved being a twin more. I gripped onto him tighter, thrusting as ard as I could manage, my head tipping back to mirror his.

"Nathan..." I groaned, the sound of him moaning my name enough to send me crashing over the edge, my cock spilling deep inside him. "Ugh..." I couldn't help but smile as I saw him spilling across his slim belly.

"Holy fuck Matthew... just... fuck."

He chuckled as I flopped next to him on the bed, his lips landing on mine briefly. "I know." He smiled and licked my lips nefpore wrapping my arms around me and nuzzling me. "I love you."

I grinned brightly, trailing a finger from the curve of his ass to the puddle of cum on his chest. "I love you too." I smiled, then bought my fingers too my lips, sucking the mixture of our tastes. "So much." I smiled when I looked at him, stroking his hair gently.

He was already asleep.


Time was a strange thing. It had been 30 years since the incident, the bastard being put away for life. The band was still going, despite our ages. Sure, we couldn't bounce around like we used to, but we still were doing what we love. Not only that but me and Matthew were still together. I fumbled with the ring on my finger, smiling to myself. Five years ago we'd gotten married, which was something I never thought would happen but... well, laws changed. There were all kinds of marriages now, gay marriage, group marriage, as long as it was consentual it was pretty much legal. I was just glad it happened in our lifetime.

Our hair had greyed, but we were still living life. Although it always made me smile when I recalled the first time Matthew found a grey hair. At least mine had come on my head and not my pubes.

There was something I realised as time went on. I was with Matthew now because of that old man and I'd never even known his name. Over the years that had really bothered me. I really wished I could thank him somehow. A few years ago I arrived at the sad conclusion that he'd probably passed on.

That was until a few days ago.

I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror and realised that my reflection looked a lot like that man. I don't know why I didn't realise it before. I'd looked through my closet and found clothes that matched his exactly, even the cane he had.

So now here I was, walking through the Chicago park near where we lived. The whole place was dark, almost creepy but somehow... not. And that's when I saw him. It was so weird, watching myself, my young self, wake on that park bench, his hands rubbing his eyes. My hands. My eyes. I swallowed and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath before ehading over to him.

"Hey boy..."
Tags: fic, madina lake, matthew leone, matthew leone/nathan leone, nathan leone, slash
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