"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Boyle, on the delivery of your beautiful twin babies." DJ smiled proudly as he held both babies in his naked chest for the first time. His smiling wife lies on the bed next to him, recovering from her cesarean section.
Their babies were beautiful and DJ couldn't be more grateful for how great his life turned out.
He got married to a wonderful woman and his sister Mika was doing great too with her husband and two children. Their mother had died of heart problems six years ago and they haven't spoken to Vincent since their mother's death. He and Mika had made sure they stayed connected and the love which their father grew them with still flourished between the two siblings.
They would grow their children the same.
They owed that to Danny and Louis.
Priest moved away from the town two years after Danny's death and DJ had no idea where the breeze of life had blown him towards since they never kept in touch.
A nurse came into the room to take the babies so she could put them in their cradles, she gently took the girl and when she returned to take the boy she noticed he had a black shade of birthmark on the back of his palm.
"Hmm, strange, another baby just born had the same birthmark in the same hand." She commented and both DJ and Lucy raised furrowed brows at the nurse. They thought she didn't mean it until she returned with the parents of the baby.
Indeed when compared their birthmarks were the same and the boys had a striking resemblance that would have had DJ question whether his wife had delivered triplets instead of a set of twins but he was there in the room when the babies were brought out and handed over to him so this baby was definitely not his yet the baby pulls at his heartstrings and drowns his heart with unimaginable warmth, he felt as if he was his son even more than that.
"Congratulations." The newly arrived couple greeted and they all exchanged pleasantries.
"Do you live around?" DJ asked one of the husbands who introduced himself as Mr. Daniels McKimson and his partner Markus. Two wonderful Dads who had just had their son from a surrogate mother.
"Oh, yes, but we are moving away next week, we just wanted the baby to arrive before the move," Daniels replied.
"Darn it, I was looking forward to having the boys grow up together," DJ replied and they all laughed. He admired their identical birthmark and resemblance. It'll be a pity if the boys wouldn't even know about each other.
"Where are you moving to?" Lucy asked.
"SnowVille," Markus replied he has a warm smile on his handsome face that could light up an entire room.
"That's six hours of flight away, damn!" DJ yelled out in feign annoyance.
Both couples went ahead to chat for a few more minutes then bid each other their goodbyes.
DJ and Lucy were on their journey to starting a wonderful family with their beautiful babies.
"What are you going to call them?" Lucy asked her husband but saw DJ was already thinking about that.
"I've got it, Dylon and Draya." Lucy laughed softly at the pride that her husband used in saying those names.
"I love them." She agreed.
"I thought you were going to name them after your heroes?" She inquired with a smile.
"I thought of that but I already got my father's name and Louis made it into DJ so they're always close to my heart." The sound of a crying baby had both parents shutting up as DJ got on his feet and walked towards the cradles where both babies were laid. "He's crying." He whispered and his eyes lit up sweetly in the way and manner his baby boy stretched both arms and legs punching the air as he cried. "Do you like your name, Dylon, hmm?" He began to speak sweetly as he raised the baby from the cradle and into his arms. The baby stopped crying instantly. "There you go." The thirty-six-year-old cooed and rocked him back to sleep.
Eight Years After Their Birth.
"Mrs. Boyle, your son has what is known as CIPA." Doctor Andreas began to speak as he let the young boy down on one foot while the boy grabbed onto a crutch to take the weight off his other leg.
"What is that?" Lucy asked, not understanding a word.
"Congenital insensitivity to pain also known as congenital analgesia is one or more rare conditions in which a person cannot feel and has never felt physical pain." The doctor explained further.
"What?" Lucy was shocked, "is that even a thing?" She asked as she had never heard such a thing before, eyes meeting those of her son's and Dylon could feel her motherly warmth flow through them.
"It is rare but yes, it's a thing." Andreas smiled.
"Is my baby going to die?" She whispered the last word while covering her son's ears.
"Oh, no, Mrs. Boyle, but we need to keep an eye on him and you most especially because feeling physical pain is vital for survival, CIP is an extremely dangerous condition. It is common for people with the condition to die in childhood due to injuries or illnesses going unnoticed."
"Oh, my God!" Lucy clasped her hand over her mouth. "Is there anything we can do for him?" She asked.
Lucy has never been more scared than she did that morning when she had seen her son through the kitchen window, fell off his bike, and twisted his ankle really badly. She expected to hear his wail of pain as someone whose foot was bent unevenly but not a sound came out from the boy rather she watched him grab onto the twisted ankle and by the time she rushed out to help him the leg was fixed and he was already getting back on his feet.
The woman was terrified as she quickly carried him inside, she saw the leg as it rapidly swells then she placed an ice bag on it. She had Draya get ready as she got her purse then drove them to the hospital while placing a call to her husband to tell him what had happened.
She was concerned for her son's health as the eight-year-old sat calmly behind the car nodding his head off to the music blasting through the radio.
They always knew the boy felt no pain and it troubled them greatly but not as much as it had done when she had seen what just happened.
So many questions raced through her terrified mind and she wanted to make sure her boy was going to be alright.
"Well, there is still no cure for CIPA. Treatment is aimed at controlling body temperature, preventing self-injury, and treating orthopedic problems, as soon as possible. It's good that you brought him in when you did, he's going to recover but you need to keep a watchful eye on him from now on."
"Is there a certain number to how long he'll live?" The question was heavy but this whole development was weighing down her heart greatly.
"Most cases the patient doesn't live over the age of twenty-five-"
"Oh, God!" She breathed out as tears ran down her face.
"Don't fright, some of them can live a fairly normal life, but you must constantly check for cuts, bruises, self-mutilations, and other possible unfelt injuries until he is old enough to do so himself. He has to understand the importance of these things."
"I'll be watchful from now on."
The meeting at the doctors' was heavy and Lucy couldn't help but throw glances at her son as she drove them home.
Markus had just returned from the hospital with their son who had fallen in the field crying he twisted his ankle but when taken to the hospital it was discovered he was alright. It's always strange how the boy cries out in pain when he wasn't even injured. The doctors didn't seem to see the problem and they had even once been asked if the boy had a twin but he didn't. He was their only child and they just couldn't explain what was wrong with the boy.
He was in severe pain, Markus could tell because he knew his son wouldn't lie to them yet nothing was wrong with him, nothing medically or physically seen or proven.
It was weird.
Hopeful he outgrows this because Markus just couldn't handle not knowing anymore.
A soft knock came on Levon's door and he stirred from sleep, rolled over, and gazed over to his door to find his Papa standing there with a tray and a bowl of steamy soup. "How are you feeling?" Levon smiled when he heard his soft voice laced with concern.
"I'm fine, I think he got his leg looked at and now it doesn't hurt as bad." Levon began to speak but soon realized he had just told his father something he has tried to hide for so long.
"What do you mean he?" Mark set the tray down beside his son and helped him sit up.
"Um... it's um.. nothing, Papa." Levon grabbed his tray and began scooping spoons after spoons into his mouth.
"Are you talking about your imaginary friend again?" Mark asked, amused. Levon gets these moments and they love and support him. He's still a boy and it is only a matter of time until he passes that phase.
"Yes." Levon lied. He knew his fathers wouldn't believe or understand him if he tried to tell them about his dreams. If he told them this was his second birth. They wouldn't understand the boy from his dreams or his vows to keep and protect his lover once they are reborn.
He knew Danny had been reborn probably at the same time as him because he had felt and had been feeling the other since he could remember.
"Eat your soup and I'll be back to check on you." Mark kissed his head and walked out of the room, a bit concerned.
Do you still remember me?
A teardrop rolls down his face and into his bowl of soup at that last thought. His eyes rested on the birthmark on his palm and he cried harder as the memory of that dreadful day came flooding his mind.
I will find you, my Danny, and when I do, I will never let you go again.
"Ah-!, yes… harder, Daddy!" Dylon moaned sweetly as he writhed on the bed, shamelessly tugging at the white sheets, his hair, and the pillows as he didn't know what to do with himself. This faceless, nameless, person tends to always find him at night. And each night, Dylon begs for the flames his faceless lover brings. He craved it and begs to be consumed by the heat of his furnace."I need you…" he whimpered and watched as the faceless figure leaned into him, Dylon tilted his head to give him access as he sealed their lips in that kiss which seemed to freeze time and heartbeats. "Mmm…" he moaned, eyes clamped tightly, hands found their rightful place of belonging as he grabbed onto the nameless stranger's sweat-coated back, claws digging into his lover's skin, drawing blood in their wake, the pain had his lover groaning savagely and his thrusts grew desperate. Dylon whimpered as he rammed into him with exquisite abandon. A stray tear rolled down the side of his face as the faceless
Chapter. One.**~**With his satchel crossed over his shoulder, Dylon pulled his hood over his head and threw a glance to his side to find his twin sister standing there. He smiled. She was like his personal guardian angel. Ever since they were old enough to learn and understand his conditions, his sister has taken it upon herself to make sure he never did anything to hurt himself but that was funny since he tends to find a way to do just that. "Let's get this day over with." He told her and made his way towards the gates. He paused when he reached the entrance, just seeing the school name written in ridiculously bright blue color did nothing but make him cringe. They went to a private school highly recognized for its attractive students with genius-level IQs and he was amongst the brightest but he hated school, life is sometimes seen as meaningless. What kind of a life can one who knows no pain possibly have? His mother and sister were constantly looking out for him, checking for
Chapter: two.***~***Fucking, Danny, trying to get us killed a second time.Lately, Levon has been on another level of annoying, he's been moody and extra weird with everyone, even with his parents. He's been both distant and quiet, two things out of his nature and it was freaking those close to him out. He talked less and less and listened even less. He barely pays attention both at school and at home. He's grown fond of his own company rather than hanging out with friends. He couldn't help it since they all wouldn't understand him and there was no better way to tell them what has been happening to him.It troubles his parents greatly that he wasn't talking to them since he stopped telling them about the pains he often felt. They wanted to reach out and help but are both clueless as to how to offer the right help. Nobody would understand.He wasn't making it any easier on them since he was always by himself and wouldn't talk to them. He just went to school and returned home, wea
Chapter: three.***~***Just wait a little longer, my Beauty."I-I need him," he bawled bitterly as he tried to bite down on his lower lip to hold the wrecking sobs threatening to drown him. "H-he needs me." He choked out and buried his face into his Dad's neck. For a moment there, the confused fathers exchanged looks as to who their son referred to, and when nothing came to mind, Markus decided to press further for more information. "Who, baby?" Levon cried harder, there was no helping it. It hurts too much he couldn't have conved his emotions any other way. "My Danny." He whispered. Who knew answering questions could get so difficult. Danny?The single thought on both parents' minds. That was the name of their son's imaginary friend but they haven't heard him talk about this friend since his eleventh birthday. Why the sudden remembrance?The question lurked in their minds but they decided against it and rather chose another question, one that seemed more suitable for their cur
Chapter Four.***~~***Dylon has made quite terrible choices in his lifetime but none as bad as the one he made three days ago. Of course, he didn't feel the pain from the forks but it had ended him in a hospital which frightened his family, especially his sister who has been emotionally blackmailing him ever since. She's told him countless times how he hated her and he was left with trying to prove her wrong. He loves his family so much but he just couldn't help these unexplainable sick feelings he constantly gets from the inside. Neither can he figure out from whence they emerged, to begin with. He had returned home from the hospital and skipped school for two days which added to the magnitude of the entire situation.He was a fool.Where does his pain go if he doesn't feel them?How long was he supposed to live like this? He could be gravely injured and dying and he wouldn't even notice until he's dead.That is no life.He wanted an end to it.The look on his mother's face when
Chapter Five.*****It was a strange type of feeling.***~***"Hi," he greeted, offering his hand for a shake which Dylon took with excitement bubbling in his once cold heart. "My name is Levon." "Dylon and these are my friends, Jerk and Dummy." They both laughed when the other two boys groaned in feign annoyance. The sound of the boy's laughter was like a tidal wave crashing down into his desert soul and suddenly he felt alive, almost whole, which left him wondering whether all he has done the seventeen years of his life could actually be described as living and it had only been a couple of minutes the boy walked into the class. Dylon could feel the trouble this boy posed and it frightened him even more but when he opened his mouth to speak, he spoke the opposite of what his confused heart thought."Don't listen to him, my name is Keller and this here is Dummy… sorry, Dalton." Keller introduced and the rest of the period went by without either of them paying attention. During lunc
Chapter Six.*****Three weeks, three long agonizing miserable fucking weeks have long gone and yet Dylon hasn't recognized him from their past. Why was he born with the memories and he wasn't? Why wouldn't he remember him? Was it because he was already dead when he made the vow? When did this become us? Levon could hear his heart crying out painfully for his soulmate. "You're so close yet so far away.""Why won't you connect to my singing heart?" "Why won't you feel me, my Beauty?" Levon thought he heard the other boy whimper softly and he chanced a glance the other's way but Dylon wasn't looking at him, he had his head resting on his desk facing the other way. Mr. McKorny was over at his desk grading their quiz. Levon couldn't look anywhere but at his lover who faced away from him and probably fell asleep. "We used to touch nonstop, you and I, we used to kiss around every corner, yet here we are. Sitting mere inches from each other and all I want to do is feel you, hold you."
Chapter Seven.******Dylon had left the boy up on the roof and bolted for dear life. He couldn't let him sweep him away like before. This was what was best for both of them. He was a mess in his previous life and in this life, it has followed him still. If nothing had told him, the fact that he was born not to feel pain was enough to tell him all he needed to know about their end if he gave Louis another chance.It wasn't exactly easy denying these feelings, the yearning and his aching soul which craves only one human being, one he wouldn't dare have, never again. "Night, Mom, Dad, Draya!" He called out to his family as he made his way from the dinner table, up the stairs, and into his room."Finally, some peace and quiet." He whispered as he went into his bathroom for a quick brush, a change, and ready to call it a night. Now that he has seen and understood the meaning and reason behind his sinful dreams, he doesn't get them anymore and he must say he missed waking up with that eu