My Other Half (Patreon)

When Cédric was whole, he hated himself. After all, it seemed as if no one else in the world cared about him, so why should he even care about himself? But as two halves, it was completely different.

Louis and Loïc stood in front of the full-length mirror inside their shared tent, candlelight flickering across their faces. Despite the similarities in their appearance, it was always easy to tell them apart by their expressions. Louis’s face seemed permanently frozen in a mischievous, taunting smirk. In contrast, Loïc’s lips were almost always set in a somber frown, as if he was always lost deep in thoughts that nobody else could understand.

“It’s still unbelievable, isn’t it?” Louis said. “We used to hate looking in the mirror before Maël split us in two.”

Loïc’s gaze flickered downward for a moment before he nodded.

“Well, our old self wasn’t much to look at...” he admitted softly, lacking the boldness of Louis’s voice.

Cédric had always despised looking in mirrors, seeing nothing but loneliness and a number of flaws staring back. It hadn’t just been about his appearance, though he had hated that, too. The way his shoulders curled inward, the dullness in his eyes, the heavy exhaustion that never seemed to stop weighing down his features. But more than that, it was the weight of being himself that had made looking in the mirror so unbearable.

He could never escape it. Every time he met his own reflection, he was forced to see himself as he was: unloved, unworthy, and entirely alone for the rest of his life.

But now?

Louis’s smirk widened as he turned to Loïc.

“Just look at us now, my dear Loïc!” he exclaimed dramatically. “The two most alluring acrobats to ever exist. Our bodies, our faces, our charm... I’d say we upgraded, wouldn’t you agree?”

He punctuated his last words with a teasing laugh before stepping closer toward Loïc, invading his space as he always did.

“We were never allowed this before,” he continued, his hand rising to cup the side of Loïc’s handsome face. His touch was light, reverent, as if savoring something once forbidden. “To touch. To look. To want. Back then, it felt meaningless—wrong, even—to crave something we knew we would never have. We were destined to be alone... so what was the use in longing for affection that would never be returned?”

Loïc inhaled sharply, but he didn’t pull away from Louis’s touch. Louis was always like this—bold, reckless, confident. Loïc had always been the more hesitant of the two halves. But here, in the dim glow of candlelight, with Louis’s agile fingertips gently grazing his skin, he knew deep down that this was what he had wanted, too. With Louis so close—so real—it was impossible for Loïc to continue to ignore the question in his mind.

“A-and now?” Loïc asked, unable to help but stutter on the first word. “Are we allowed to do those things now?”

Louis chuckled, his thumb tracing the sharp line of Loïc’s cheekbone.

“Who’s going to stop us, hmm? We belong to each other. That was the purpose of Maël’s precious gift to us... to make sure we would never experience loneliness again for the rest of our lives.”

Even after hearing Louis’s words, Loïc couldn’t help but feel a sense of uncertainty rise up again.

“I... I don’t know how to want something out loud,” he admitted. “Not like you seem to.”

“Well then, my dear Loïc... let me teach you.”

Before Loïc could utter another word, Louis leaned in, closing the space between them. Their lips met with just enough forcefulness to cause Loïc to emit a small moan.

“L-Louis?”

“Shh, Loïc,” Louis gently hushed him. “Just shut your mind off for now. If you keep overthinking everything, you’ll never be able to enjoy anything. You’ll never let yourself have the things that you want.”

Louis wasn’t just telling him. He was showing him. He pulled Loïc in for another passionate kiss, this time holding his head in place with his hand. His fingers weaved through Loïc’s soft pink strands, savoring his sweet lips.

Loïc trembled beneath Louis’s touch, his breath coming in shallow gasps. It was overwhelming—the warmth, the closeness, the sheer certainty in the way Louis kissed him. He had never experienced anything like that before, neither as Cédric nor as his current self.

He couldn’t deny it—it felt amazing, and the hunger for more was already settling in. Fortunately for Loïc, Louis was more than eager to please him.

“It’s alright,” Louis said reassuringly. For once, his voice sounded more tender than taunting. “You just have to let yourself feel. Stop thinking. Stop holding back. Just enjoy this moment with me. That’s the only thing that matters right now.”

Loïc didn’t resist when Louis pulled him closer, his body betraying him as he instinctively leaned into the touch. His breath hitched as Louis’s hands went lower.

“See?” whispered Louis, fondling the outline of the shyer acrobat’s erection. “You do know how to want.”

Heat rose to Loïc’s cheeks. Before he could respond, Louis had already begun to quicken his movements, rubbing Loïc through the thin fabric of his clothes. Even with the barrier of cloth between them, Loïc was sensitive to Louis’s touch.

Whimper after whimper escaped his throat, and without realizing it, he was already grinding into Louis’s palm, craving more. Louis could feel the way Loïc’s cock throbbed and twitched with each gentle squeeze and rub. The words Loïc wished so desperately to say were stuck on the tip of his tongue.

Louis smirked, wondering if he could coax them out.

“Go on, Loïc... say it.”

“I-I... I want you, Louis,” Loïc confessed, face redder than ever as his other half continued to fondle his clothed bulge. “I want you to k-keep touching me and making me feel g-good. Mmmm...”

Louis’s eyes twinkled with satisfaction.

“Good boy.”

Two simple words of praise, and yet they managed to send a rush of excitement down Loïc’s spine. Another rush followed as he felt Louis lower the waistband of his shorts, freeing his cock.

A soft whine left his throat as his bare flesh brushed against the cool night air, the sensation quickly replaced by the heat of Louis’s palm. He wrapped his fingers around Loïc’s base and began to slide his hand up and down.

“Ngh, L-Louis...!” Loïc exclaimed.

“Oh, my... you’re so cute,” murmured Louis, continuing to stroke him.

Loïc kept on moaning unlike ever before. Louis knew exactly how to touch him, how to make his heart race and his breath hitch. He was also enjoying this... taking in Loïc’s adorable face twisted in pleasure, getting drunk off his sweet voice as though it were the finest of wines.

Unsurprisingly, Louis’s own arousal had begun to grow as well.

“Would you like to touch me too, Loïc?” Louis offered with a grin.

Loïc struggled to get the word out, but finally managed a small “yes” in between his breathy moans.

Louis chuckled, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

“Good,” he murmured, guiding Loïc’s hand to the front of his pants.

Oh... Louis has been enjoying this even more than I thought, Loïc silently marveled.

He mirrored Louis’s actions from before, gently running his palm over the bolder acrobat’s clothed bulge. His fingers met something hot, pulsing, and restless—just barely contained by the fabric in the way.

“Mm, yes, that’s it,” Louis encouraged, his own hand never leaving Loïc’s cock. “Do you feel that? The way I react to your touch? That’s because I want this, too.”

Loïc inhaled sharply before pulling down Louis’s pants, letting go of his hesitation. He didn’t need to think anymore. For once in his life, he allowed himself to feel, to stop holding back and finally enjoy what he wanted, just as Louis had told him.

He started to stroke Louis’s naked cock, slowly at first, his hand gliding up and down your length, exploring every ridge and vein. Louis’s eager moans fueled Loïc’s movements, urging him to quicken his pace. Louis mirrored him, his own strokes growing more urgent.

“Mmm... ahh... Loïc? Let’s cum together.”

Loïc responded with a small sound of approval. It only took a few more strokes for both acrobats to reach their climaxes, holding on to each other the whole time as waves of ecstasy washed over their bodies. For a moment, the only sounds filling the tent were their mingled pants, the warmth of their shared body heat still lingering between them.

“Not bad at all, my dear Loïc,” said Louis in a sultry purr. “You really are full of surprises. When you let go, you become utterly irresistible.” He pressed a kiss to Loïc’s cheek, his smirk widening as he felt the heat rising beneath his lips.

Loïc, still attempting to catch his breath, let out a soft laugh. He ducked his head slightly, but there was no mistaking the quiet happiness in his expression. “I... I liked it,” he admitted. Then, after a pause, he met Louis’s gaze and smiled—genuine, unguarded. “I liked... you.”

Louis’s smirk softened into something fonder, something rare to see. He traced lazy circles against Loïc’s skin, his touch no longer teasing, but reassuring. “Of course,” he murmured, kissing him once more—this time against Loïc’s lips, slow and passionate. “We were made for each other, two halves of the same soul. There is no match more perfect than that. Our bond is something truly special, and no matter what the future brings, we will always have each other. I’ll spend every moment proving it to you—over and over again.”

It felt too perfect, too fleeting to believe it could last. Still, more than anything else in the world, they both hoped that it would.