Safe Haven

 “Clement? Are you still awake?”

 His question is not met by an immediate answer. A moment passed. And another.

 “What are you thinking about, Vince?”

 “You, mostly.”

 “What about me?”

 “Losing. Losing you.”

 “Losing me?” Clement chuckled, clearly in amusement. “You won’t ever lose me, Vince. I’m yours. I’ll always be yours. Yours only.” His voice was small and soft and smooth like
water running over a river stone.

 “No, Clem. You’ll lose yourself, and then I’ll lose you.”

 “You’re wrong, Vince. I’ll lose myself, and then you’ll find me back and put me to rights again, so I can be yours again.” Clement slips out of his bed and clambers into his brother’s.

 “You think so?” Vincent shuffles to a side and lifts the sheets so that Clement could crawl in next to him.

 “Mhmm. If anyone has the power to do so, you do.” Clement plants a soft, hot kiss on his twin brother’s chin. “You always do. You’re my paradise, my safe haven. Out there on the Garden of Eden of my dreams, you stand there with your arms wide open and I can’t stop my feet running in your direction. You have all sorts of power and magic over me. You know that.”

 “I do.” Vincent runs his fingers through Clement’s hair, stroking the unruly raven-dark strands identical to his own.

 Between tender kisses and stroking hair, the twins fall into a deep slumber within each other’s arms, the safest place both of them ever knew.