Pride Story

Sven and Sasha had been working as male models together for 2 years now. They were always together in their photoshoots. Most people just dubbed them "the twins.'

Their choice of career was obvious since they were young. Caucasian, 6 foot, athletic soccer boy built bodies, and soft blonde hair that met to their cyrstal blue eyes. People loved the twin thing, so they just worked together as a team.

Today at work, they were dressed as tigers in front of a white screen. Garbed in just briefs and a foax tiger accesory.

"Now growl at me," Mark, their head camera man badgered.

The twins complied.

"Sven, put your arm around Sasha as you claw at me, and Sasha, give me your sexiest rawr"

Sven grabbed his brother by the far shoulder, and reached out at Mark with his finers like he was made of candy. Sasha licked his lips as he rawred, with a hint of a smug smirk.

"Fabulous," Mark said. "Now kiss eachother," he demanded, scuttling along.

The twins both fell out of their character.

"What?!" they asked. "We've never done something like that."

"Well here's your chance," Mark responded anxiously. "Just go ahead."

With a little bit of hesitancy, they dawned back their catty attitudes and pulled on eachother by the neck.

All the workers in the room stopped to watch. Eyes were glued and jaws unhinged.

Ater a few minutes, they stopped.

"Was that alright?" Asked Sasha, turning from his brother a bit.

"Alright? That was utterly fabulous!" Mark exclaimed. "You two should really consider soft porn after your contract with Global Glamour is over."

"I...but...we," Sven sputtered.

"Haha, never mind. We're done for today. Great job guys."

The twins walked off set, a bit perplexed.

---Later at the twins pad---

"Wow, what a photoshoot, huhn?" asked Sven.

"Yeah... it was pretty...incredible..."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you're a better kisser than any of the girls I've ever been with," Sasha blushed.

"Ha, yeah, you were pretty good too," Sven said cheekily.

"So uhm, you going out with Tricia again tonight?" asked Sasha, eager to change the uncomftorable topic.

"Nah, that bitch wouldn't give me a single fuck, so I just dumped her chaste ass. You still doing Casandra?"

"No, she said I was too superficial so she dumped me. Pfft, whatever, she wasn't like, 'that' pretty anyways."

Sven fixed up some lime tequilas while Sasha prepared dinner for the two of them. They had been living and working togheter ever since they turned 18. It was just easier that way. They settled down to dinner on their couch, and dug in.

"Mmm, good oysters Sasha. They make me horny," he laughed.

Sasha nearly choked on a lime.

"I have actually heard that oysters make people hornier," Sven mused.

"Good, then let's fuck," Sasha mumbled.

"What's that?"

"Uh, I said, 'Good, how's the duck?"

Sven glanced down at his plate.
"But there is no du-"

"Man I'm stuffed," Interruped Sasha, jumping up from the couch. "Aren't you? We should be getting to bed, don't you think?"

"Uhm, I suppose..." Said Sven, putting down his plate.

Sasha hadn't even finished congradulating himself for that quick recovery when they entered their bedroom.

"Oh yeah...one bed" Sasha wimpered, panning the bedroom with his eyes. The room was lit only by a very dim lamp.

"Is that a problem?" Asked Sven. "We've had this sleeping arrangment for a few months now."

Sasha winced.

"Jesus fuck" He muttered once again, upon imagining sleeping in the same bed with Sven.

"What's that?" Asked Svem turning towards him.

"I said 'Jesus, that was good duck'."

"But we didn't have any-"

"Man I'm beat, let's hit the hay, shall we?" Asked Sasha, sweeping off his all his clothes and hopping into bed, and pulled the covers over his abdomen.

"Ok..." Said Sven, as he began stripping.

Sasha, whom had a front row seat to this show, was fidgiting nervously.

"What's your deal, bro? You've been acting weird all night." Sven remarked, jumping into bed a bit too close to Sasha for comfort.

Suddenly something inside Sasha snapped. All the sexual urges to jump Sven that he had been holding back burst at that moment.

He leapt at Sven like the tiger he formerly was, pulling him into a passionate greedy kiss. If only Mark had been there now...

At first Sven was suprised but then he greatly relished the pleasure.

Still kissing, Sasha leaned over and turned off the lamp.