Title: My Brother, My Sweet

Rating: R-ish for imagery not everyone would agree with.

Characters: Angel, Cordy, Gunn, Wes

Summary: Someone's come to visit for business and pleasure.

Chapter 1: S.W.A.K.

"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now."

The taller man clad in leather pointed his gun at the bumbling business man who looked like any minute now he was going to piss in his pants.

The stranger had burst into his home, breaking the door on his way, and went straight for him with no explanation of who he was. But then, he didn't have to. He knew exactly who the man was - or who he was supposed to be -, and why he was here. Of course, that didn't make this experience any easier.

"I'm waiting."

The business man panicked; sweat perspiring rapidly down his face.

"I...I..."

"Too long." A click was heard as the taller man took the safety off his gun and pointed it at his head.

"Wait! I have the package right here! I know it's late but I have it!" The man fell to his knees and begged. "Please, don't kill me. I'll pay you! Whatever he's paying you I'll double it! Please."

The taller man seemed to be pondering for a bit, and he was afraid to think that maybe he was going to refuse his offer but finally he replied with a shrug.

"Ok."

The man lowered his gun and turned around, seeming to be putting his weapon back in the hidden depths of his jacket. The kneeling man's rigid posture relaxed a bit and he was just about to exhale a relieved sigh when suddenly the man turned around again and in two long strides came up to him and pressed his gun firmly to his forehead before he knew what was happening.

"Wha..."

"What about now?"

"I - I just told you. I - I have it! I..."

"Sorry, you already used that excuse."

Before he was able to say another word, the man pulled the trigger twice and watched as the business man drop to the floor on his side, his shocked eyes facing the ceiling.

A few moments passed by when nothing happened except for the pooling of blood around the dead man's head. Then the leather clad man sheathed back his gun inside his jacket and looked around. He stepped over the corpse and over to a low table and picked up a package that sat there innocently. He put it in his jacket pocket and turned to leave.

He stopped just before the body on the floor and looked down. He then kneeled down next to the unmoving corpse and looked the body over. A smile touched his lips.

Without taking his eyes off the dead man's face, his right hand moved towards the man's head and using his index and middle finger, dipped the tips into the pool of blood. He brought his hand closer towards his own face and carefully in one motion smeared his lips with the blood, licking off the rest. He then put both his hands on either side of the man, slowly leaned in, and lightly kissed him on the lips.

Then he left.

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"Wesley, there's a letter for you." Cordelia waved the letter in front of him as he came into the Hyperion. "It came earlier today."

"Really? For me?" Wesley said. "That's strange. Is there a return address?"

"No, but it's SWAK."

Wesley stopped in his tracks. "What?"

"SWAK – sealed with a kiss." She said as she handed it to him.

"Oh" Wesley said softly as he took it from her. He held it in his hands, looking it over. Then in a whisper only he could hear, "It can't be him..."

"Well, aren't you going to open it?" Cordelia asked suddenly.

"What?" Wesley said looking up, pulled out of his trance. "Well, yes. I suppose." He opened the envelope slowly and took out the piece of paper.

As he read it silently, Angel came in from the basement with Gunn, both covered in demon goo. Cordelia scrunched up her nose at them but said nothing as they cleaned their weapons and replaced them in the cabinets. In all this, Wesley was as quiet as a stone, ignoring the casual air in the lobby.

Sensing his detachment, Angel came up to him. "Wes is everything ok?" he asked worriedly.

It was a moment before he said, "I hope so, Angel." Before Angel could ask what he meant by that, Wesley walked to the office and closed the door behind him with finality.

Angel turned to Cordelia but she just shrugged, indicating that she herself didn't know what that was about. Even though he was still concerned, Angel knew not to push and let it go – Wesley will talk about it when he's ready.

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"What? Six months and you never told me anything about this!...No, I'm sorry for shouting, I was just...It isn't..." Wesley waited patiently as the person on the side of the phone continued speaking. "No, it's nothing... No. Thank you, by-" the connection was cut off suddenly and only a repetitive beep was heard. Wesley waited a few moments to calm himself before he slowly put down the receiver.

The news was a shock to him. Even though he suspected, he didn't believe it to be actually true until he called his parents. A whole six months, and not a word of this from them. Wesley sighed as this added more complications into his life. But… not only his; this would affect the whole gang as well. He had to tell them.

Wesley opened the door to the office and was surprised to find that they were all still there in the lobby. They looked at him and instantly knew that something was wrong.

"What's up, Wes?" said Gunn. Wesley walked towards them and stopped beside the reception desk.

He started slowly. "There's something I never told any of you about my family – I never thought it was relevant before. But circumstances have changed, and I think it's important you all know."

Angel frowned. Through Wesley's slip-ups, Angel knew at least that his father wasn't the nicest man and could only guess about the rest of his family. "Wes, what is it?"

Wesley took a deep breath before he continued.

"I... have a brother. And he's coming to kill me."