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Even with a lack of empathy, Kayden could feel the mood shifting. Yet, he didn’t say anything but decided to listen. Soft hums fell from his lips, emphasizing that he was listening. Losing a friend must be hard, not that Kayden knew, but he knew that it would kill him to lose his twin, so maybe it was a similar feeling.

“Save him? From what? From death?” Kayden asked, maybe a little too curiously. The artist shrugged a little bit. “I’m not scared of death though. So don’t overthink it too much. I’m not planning on leaving this planet so soon.” A mischievous grin stretched on Kayden’s lips while he nudged his shoulder against Cori’s. “Much more important is that I feel jealous that you sat as a model for someone else.” There, he said it. Kayden huffed. “Next time, you sit for me. But I won’t paint you, I want to sculpt a bust of you.”

"To be fair, this was centuries before your birth, Kayden."

He smiled at the mortal before squeezing his hand.

"But I'll sit for you anytime that you would like. Glasses off. Just me. And only a bust. I was well endowed by my maker you know. He was very generous."

He chuckled softly.

"At least I've had no complaints."

He pondered though.

"I wonder how these things got here though. This collection. It's very much filled with dreams and nightmares."

"Alrighty," He pecks Peter's lips. "The options are there if you ever want to though."

"I know. I do. And I appreciate it."

He chuckled nervously.

"Maybe when I'm more kinky...if that happens. I mean, I do want to try new things."

He's actually eager.

"I just don't know where to start. Maybe you could use toys on me?"

"What kind of toys would you like used on you Peter?" Thaniel asked, standing and stretching, cracking his neck, back and knuckles.

"I'm not really sure what is out there. I've always been too afraid to look into this sort of stuff on the internet incase someone found my search history."

His blush is vibrant.

"What sort of toys are there?"

Surprise visibly reflected on Jay’s face, and it wasn’t getting better. He realized that the guy who scared him was Cori, and now he also heard that his brother was on a date with a man. He managed to say something like: “it’s nice to meet you” to Cori before his blue eyes focused on Kayden. The twins fell silent, and it seemed like they were communicating with their eyes for a bit. Then Kayden suddenly smirked, and Jayden sighed. The older twin lifted a hand, and since it looked like he was trying to reach for the sketchbook, Jayden flinched back.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt you two.” Jayden finally said, distant yet polite as always. “There is no rush, we can have dinner some other time, you two should enjoy your time together.” The younger twin nodded at the two and, without waiting for a response, Jayden left for the exit. Kayden watched his brother for a while, then he shook his head. “Always so stuck up.” he mumbled, meaning his brother and not Cori. One of his hands traced over Corinthian’s stomach.

“So? The artist who painted you. Was that a former lover of yours?”

"No. I was tormenting him. The painting was an offering. He would make a painting of me if I would stop being his Nightmare. Strangely enough, after that, he and I started having tea together regularly up until the time of his death. No, he was not my lover but he did become my friend."

Cori seemed sad now.

"Everyone leaves though. I could not save him in the end."

But he could save the twins. One a Dream, the other a Nightmare.

"Maybe I can save you..."

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Distress for the past few days. It was funny he spent so much of his childhood as a young adult life in a constant state of being in danger and feeling that his soulmate felt very much the same, especially at night. When Ren was younger, he used to think maybe they would be safer once they were together. But that felt like a foolish dream when he thought his Soulmate died.

The man blinked as Robin spoke, and it did not help him feel calmer. His a body he wasn't used to all his emotions where on display, the realization, and the panicked look at the news as to who his soulmate was.

"Oh no..... no..... I... please don't call me that you don't even know me... I umm...." The range of emotions and difference in speech pattern and body language probably looked wild on Jason's face, "I am a meta... isn't Batman's whole thing like 'No metas in Gotham'?" He managed to do a pretty good Batman voice, all things considered.

"And I would really rather if my body stayed as far away from Gotham as possible really.... It's best for everyone."

Damien rolled his eyes.

"You think we can't protect you? That Jason can't protect you? That's his name. He would make the world burn for you. And though my father disagrees with killing; he would kill for you. He has been waiting with baited breath for you since I've known him."

Damien had been waiting for his own, but he was eleven and was a long way off from the twenty he would need to be for him to find his soul mate. Not that he would ever confess to being a romantic looking for his other half.

Looking at his phone when it buzzed, he quickly put it away.

"Your body and Jason's soul are in the care of Nightwing. They'll be here soon. Other family members are inbound to help get him here. Jason recognized your face, Warren. He's been trying to take down your family for years."

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Of course the all had to happen at once of course he couldn't catch a fucking break. Three days before, he turned 20. He got meta powers and needed to make a break for it out of the family home, Gotham. He knew how metas were treated in his family. He went from being a freak disgrace for being trans to cannon fodder, less than human, even a product to be sold. So he ran from the family and the family business.

Now he was held up in some shitty motel in Metropolis that took cash and asked no questions cause it was his birthday and he needed to set his soulmate up for success if his soulmate was older than him. Ren thought he might be, he remembers feeling his soulmate being in danger throughout his childhood instead of their being a gap like some people with younger soulmates claimed. He placed the note on the bedside table for his soulmate and hoped the other would read it.

Dear Soulmate,

Sorry for the panic I have probably been causing you these last few days, but in truth, it is only fair after that massive scare you gave me at 14. Shit has hit the fan at the moment. My name is Warren. I recently developed my Meta powers, and I am now on the run from my family. Sorry, I just had to kind of rip off that bandaid.

My family is a part of a mafia in Gotham (I know it's a cliché but its true) And if they find me or you in my body they will lock me up and sell me to the highest bidder so I need you to stay far far away from Gotham. Hell, just stay in the hotel room even, food is in the backpack if you get hungry. I will try to make my way to you. There's a burner in the backpack too if you want to call you phone I can pick up and we can make a plan.

I'm sorry you got dragged into the middle of this. I understand if you want to go separate ways after, but please keep my body and yourself safe.

It was as good of a letter as he could write given the circumstances. He bet his soulmate had a lot more questions, especially if his past abuses were considered dangerous, and probably also about the broken ribs and black eye he failed to mention in the letter. He sighed and went to sleep.

In the morning, he woke up and froze when he realized he was in a new space. Ren was sitting on a chair in a cave, "What the fuck." He murmured hearing his soulmates voice for the first time, shit he sounded hot. Sitting up and seeing the computer and the gear really threw him for a loop, "What the fuck!" He yelled this time letting the panic seep in.

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The Batcave

Damien Wayne looked at Jason Todd who had fallen asleep at the Bat Computer about fifteen minutes ago. The way he had fallen asleep depicted the way someone would when they were drawn into the 'Soulmate Sleep'. Which meant that Todd's soulmate was currently in the other's body. Which is why Damien was in full gear when the other woke up, with the rest of the family being notified.

"Calm down. You're in the BatCave. Your soul mate is The Red Hood. He's a member of The Bat Family."

Yes, even Damien called it that.

"Where are you? Red has mentioned distress these past few days. We'll come get you, but you need to tell us where you are."

Of course there was a plan. Always a plan. Jason had felt the time nearing when his soulmate would reach the age. So the plan was to find them once this happened.

"I'm Robin...and we're not going to let you suffer anymore. You're family now."

The Hotel

His chest hurt. He forced himself out of the bed slowly when he was allowed to wake up. He knew he wasn't in Gotham anymore. The air even in a shitty motel seemed cleaner. Looking at the pad of paper with the note, he realized where he was. Metropolis.

He sighed softly at reading the note. His mate was suffering from a family like that? They would have to be dealt with swiftly.

Moving into the bathroom, he undressed is mate to assess injuries. Right now, there was nothing sexual behind it. He left underwear on, but noticed tell tale signs about his mate.

He gently touched at their chest.

"Broken rib. Great."

And those Bambi brown eyes with long lashes. His mate was beautiful.

"Lets bring you in."

He pulled clothes back on, and dialed up Dick Grayson on the burner phone.

"Grayson. It's Todd. I'm in my mate's body. I'm at a motel. "

Giving the address, he sat back and waited...

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The sudden burst of the wall's opening had Steve confused but he clung to Bucky. He didn't want to go anywhere without him and then the words of his best friend were repeated from his own mouth.

"No! Not without you!"

"I will get out of here with the others Steve. But right now you are injured and no use in this fight. I've followed you for so long. This one time I am asking you to follow my orders."

He moved back.

"Hulk. Get him out of here. Get him to a medic."

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"Alrighty," He pecks Peter's lips. "The options are there if you ever want to though."

"I know. I do. And I appreciate it."

He chuckled nervously.

"Maybe when I'm more kinky...if that happens. I mean, I do want to try new things."

He's actually eager.

"I just don't know where to start. Maybe you could use toys on me?"

Kayden watched Cori closely while he circled the sculpture. It was still hard for Kayden to understand feelings and read other people, but he could see that this statue did something to the other. And what he said only confirmed what Kayden’s brain had already come up with. Cori sounded like a child who longed for his father’s approval. Slowly, Kayden’s blue eyes tore away from his date to study the sculptured, yet stern-looking face of Morpheus. “I see. Yeah, he looks cold, but he also looks like he has unresolved issues. I think.” Again, Kayden couldn’t read well when it came to empathy; all he knew about that was what he learned from Jay. Still, he couldn’t help but smile when hearing Cori’s words.

“Thank you.” It made him feel a little better knowing that his brother will have company during the night. Slowly, Kayden followed Cori’s gaze until he spotted the painting. He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. What was this feeling in his stomach? What was this gnawing feeling and twitching in his fingers. Jealousy? “Who made this? A friend of yours?”

Originally, Kayden wanted to voice out his displeasure and how mediocre the painting was compared to how good Cori really looked, but he couldn’t get further. “Kayden? What are you doing here?” A familiar voice made Kay look over his shoulder. It was no other than his twin who held his sketch book against his chest. Unlike Kayden, Jay wore thick black glasses on the bridge of his nose. His blonde hair was neatly combed and put in place with gel. While Kayden always went with the old-money look, Jayden opted for casual earth-colored clothes. Jay loved his khaki pants, a polo shirt, or a sweater in some beige color in an attempt not to attract any attention. “Hi, little bro.” Kayden smirked at his few-minutes-younger twin. “What do you think I’m doing? Enjoying the art.” Slowly, Kayden turned a little more to face Jayden better. At the same time, he held his hand out to Cori. “Jay, I want to introduce you to my date. That’s Cori. Cori, that’s my twin, Jay.”

"We've met. I do apologize for the fright I caused. I was unsure which window to toss a pebble at. Your room and Kayden's are so close to one another that it's hard to tell. As your brother said, I am Cori."

He wanted to tell Kayden that the picture had been done by one of the masters who he had haunted for years before agreeing to the portrait. That the man had been old and in no way attractive to him. He didn't even desire to eat the man's eyes.

But that was conversation better left for later.

For now...he liked the way that Kayden's jealousy made the red shades of his skin flair.

"I would say that you should join us. But it is a date and I would much rather it be with just your brother. But perhaps later we can all have dinner together?"

He smiled softly as he wrapped an arm around Kayden's waist, pulling him in close.

Utterly interested, Kayden listened to the explanations and tried to imagine what the world must look like to Corinthian. Yet, what sparked his interest the most was the fact that he and Jayden were seen differently. And he had to admit that the colors fit their personalities perfectly. Red and Blue, warm and cold, polar opposites, and still nothing without the other. Kayden chuckled a little bit and nodded.

“Do you think Jay and I were supposed to be one person?” That question probably sounded weird, but it was something Kayden asked himself frequently. They both lacked what the other possessed. Jayden was full of empathy but also self-doubts while being overly controlling while Kayden lacked all these things.

Gently, he squeezed Cori’s hand, and his heart fluttered for the first time in his life. He guided Corinthian inside of the museum, right to the exhibition rooms. They were greeted by sculptures of gods and mythical creatures.

“I’m sure Jay will like you. And maybe you can do me a favor? I hear him screaming at night at times. When he sleeps I can take care of him, but I have the odd feeling that he still battles his trauma in his dreams. We went to an all-boys elite boarding school in London and graduated there, but the other boys weren’t kind to him. Maybe you could have a look? In case you’re allowed to do that.” Kayden explained as vaguely as possible. In front of a statue, they stopped, and Kayden tilted his head to the side. The sign said “Morpheus, god of dreams”. With a small gesture, he pointed at the sculpture. “Is Morpheus a myth humans came up with?”

He didn't answer on if he thought that Jayden was meant to be part of him. He got distracted by the likeness of his creator before him carved into marble. He sighed softly as he circled the sculpture.

"It looks just like he did. He's gone now though. He...did something...that led to his demise. A new Dream has been born. But yes, he was real. He was cold. So much colder than the new Dream. All I ever wanted his his affections the way any creation would want the affections of their creator and yet...all I ever truly received was his disapproval."

His teeth clenched as he looked at the statue before turning back to Kayden.

"I will look into your brother's dreams tonight. See what's going on. Sometimes Nightmares can be relentless. Sometimes they do more harm than good. We were created to help the mind deal with trauma in the waking world but sometimes things do not go the way they should."

He looked back at the statue, before noticing a painting beyond it.

It was him.

"Oh...I remember sitting for this."

That was a surprising piece of information, and certainly someone who made him utterly interested in the other. Of course, he didn’t expect the other to see like humans with mouths as eyes, but now he wanted details. He took Corinthian’s sunglasses and covered the little mouths again. He wasn’t bothered by his real looks, but it was not wise to show that to everyone. His fingers slipped between Cori’s, and his blue eyes sparkled in excitement.

“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll be able to enjoy it. Most of these things are sculptures, not so many paintings. A few though. Jay is more into painting, I like crafting stuff with my hands. Talking about crafting, I really want to use you as a model one day for a sculpture.”

One day but for now they had to get to know each other. Kayden guided them along the streets. The museum was only a ten-minute walk away.

“What do things look like to you? I’m curious. How do you see me?”

"Normally things are grayscale. That was what I was told. But when I look at you and your twin I see colors that I have never seen before. Even in photos I have of the two of you I still see those colors. I had someone look through my mind. They told me that you are warm colors. They said you are reds and yellows and oranges. Where as your brother is cold colors like blue and purple and green. I like both of your colors."

He wanted that last bit to be known.

"I feel that if you were one person that maybe I would see you in the colors a person is supposed to be."

He chuckled softly.

"You're both very beautiful to me. But I was told that hot colors usually mean passion. And...when I'm with you I feel it. Where as when I am nearer your brother I feel this sense of protectiveness."

If Kayden was being honest, he didn’t think that the infamous serial killer would stop him from hunting people, but he still had to ask. “Well, you suddenly stopped. I read everything about you.” The blonde man admitted. Now he knew why Corinthian stopped his art, and it was almost a shame. To Kayden the things Corinthian did haven’t been gruesome or anything like that. He considered it art.

Their foreheads rested together, and Kayden’s nose brushed a bit against the other’s. His hands traced over Corinthian’s sides. Now it was him showing mild confusion.

“Why would it bother me what you are?” He looked directly at those little mouths that replaced eyes. He wanted to paint them, he wanted to paint Corinthian to preserve his handsome features for eternity. “Maybe when I’m old and wrinkly, then I’ll be bothered that you are still handsome while I’m an ugly old ass, but that’s not something I worry about now. Maybe I won’t even reach that age, who knows. It’s not me who should be bothered by all of that.” Kayden placed a teasing little peck on Corinthian’s lips, then his blue eyes focused on the man in front of him. “The one bothered by the fact that I’m mortal should be you.”

"It doesn't bother me."

He wasn't about to say...so soon...that the mortal lover of a Nightmare or a Dream would be granted a new body in death. They too would be made Dream or Nightmare.

Dream and Death had always been close siblings. Death had given many souls to Dream to craft into his beings. Usually such souls took the forms of ravens. But the new Dream was trying something...new.

"I wish I could work with you. But my new Lord has forbidden it. I am...not allowed to take lives unless they are a threat to others."

He could kill killers.

But not Kayden.

Never Kayden.

Kayden’s blue eyes lingered on Corinthian’s handsome face. The mouths as eyes didn’t bother him, it was more the opposite. And hearing that the other didn’t mean to harm Jayden relaxed his muscles even more. He moved a few steps forward to close the distance between them. Kayden reached his left hand out for the rose while his right hand cupped Corinthian’s face. Usually, he wasn’t interested in anyone, but Corinthian seemed to be an exception.

“I accept,” Kayden said without any hesitation. “Unless you expect me to give up my little hobby. But you won’t do that, right?” He tilted his head a bit to the side while leaning in more. Their lips almost touched.

"Why would I want you to stop being yourself, Kayden?"

He tilted his head slightly to the side to show his mild confusion. Did the other think that he would have something against his continued 'hunts'.

"While I am not...allowed...the freedom of such things if I wish to continue my existence, that does not mean that my lover must deny themselves such pleasures."

He rested their foreheads together.

"The fact that I am not human doesn't bother you? That I will not age or die?"

No one would expect a posh-looking man from a good household to be such a twisted soul. Kayden was an expert in keeping the dark abyss of his personality hidden to a certain extent. Only his parents and his twin brother Jayden knew about the devastating truth that he had been diagnosed in his childhood. Kayden lacked social skills, empathy, fear, sadness, and other emotions that could make him human. The only thing he could feel was amusement and anger. But that was a start, wasn’t it. His twin brother was the only one Kayden could show something like compassion and care to because, in Kayden’s twisted mind, Jayden was a part of him. They were the same person in two bodies, and Kayden had to protect “himself”.

Maybe any other person would’ve been surprised to see a familiar face, but again, Kay didn’t show it. He knew the man in front of him. He knew all serial killers on this damn earth because he learned from them, and especially from their mistakes. The blond man remained silent and still unbothered as the sunglasses were removed to reveal mouths instead of eyes. Jayden would’ve fainted now – for sure. Kayden, again, was fascinated but not bothered. He didn’t even flinch.

»Don’t scare my twin, Corinthian, I’d hate to fight you.« Amusement lingered in Kayden’s voice, and the corners of his mouth twitched a bit. »The infamous Corinthian comes all the way here to tell me something? Please, go ahead. I’m really curious what you have to offer.«

"It was never my true intention to scare him. I'm trying to hold back those tendencies lately. I know you see your brother as part of yourself and I would never want to scare or hurt you. Not when you're the one that I'm so deeply interested in."

Corinthian moved closer.

"I have been given the honor...of being allowed to seek a partner. A romantic partner."

He pulled something out of his inner jacket pocket.

A red rose.

"And I would like for that to be you."

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"They're still open and they're dirty but you know, I just...I just worry about you," he questioned and looked at the other man with worry as he spoke about just that. He brought his hand to Bucky's cheek, he looked at him and kissed him gently.

"I'll be okay."

Bucky's eyes grew wide.

"Steve!"

His arms then wrapped tightly around Steve as the alarms started blaring. He brought Steve to the ground as a wall beside them burst open, revealing The Hulk.

"Shit!"

He looked up at Hulk and then at Steve.

"Hulk! Get Steve out of here! Get him somewhere safe. He's hurt."

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"I love that you want me for who I am Peter," Thaniel smiled hugging Peter. "You don't want to do anything kinky with my shapeshifting? At all? It's ok if you do, I enjoy myself no matter what."

"I'm just learning sex, Than. I'm not sure I'm ready to make it too kinky yet."

His cheeks are alight with a blush as he ponders if Thaniel could grow more appendages...like tenticles.

He is very happy that Thaniel can not read his mind.

"Really? No longer have kinky thoughts for the soldier?" Thaniel takes his shirt off to show off Bucky's built upper body. "I mean I can always do a good middle look, Halfway between Bucky and me," He smirks, shifting to half his normal purple size with his purple skin but Bucky's metal arm, long hair and face.

He shook his head. Peter knew what he wanted. It was Thanial and only Thaniel.

"I don't want him. Or some half him half you. I just want you, Than. I mean...before it was about lust. But what I have with you is much more than that could ever be."

"Was mostly curious. If you ever wanna experience a possible night with him," Thaniel shifts into looking like Bucky, metal arm and all, swimming in the clothes Thaniel had on. "I can do that if you want," He adds, sounding just like Bucky as well.

Peter shook his head.

"No. I want you. My big purple boyfriend."

He smiles softly.

"Bucky is pretty to look at. But he doesn't get me hard anymore. He doesn't make me feel warm inside."

He moved to straddle Thaniel's lap.

"He doesn't make me feel empty and like I need my hole to be filled."

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