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Note: Yay, my cast is off and my wrist and arm are once again under my control. Still a little weak though, so I still have to baby it and do physiotherapy. Anyways, thanks for all the well wishes from you guys, it meant a lot!

Into My Web

Making a web was an art form that took hours to craft and reinforce for use, certainly not something to be rushed unless it had to be, so Blake was still spinning at a little past three in the morning, this not being a problem since he had too much on his mind to rest anyway. He required very little sleep to function, and could cat nap later if need be since he doubted the wolves would attack in broad daylight. Even they weren't quite that stupid. Of course it was also stupid to try and attack cats who could see in the dark just fine too, but Eames would be at a disadvantage if nothing else.

Note to self, test the boy toy's lethalness in the morning, get a real sense of what kind of backup the Englishman could actually provide in a worst case scenario.

Stretching to keep himself limber Blake had just started on reinforcing one of his web's corners when a beeping noise had his canines elongating a little, the sound a signal to him that the security measures Bruce had installed for him around the perimeter before the other man had left for had just been activated. Retrieving his IPad Blake quickly accessed the pictures that would have automatically been taken as soon as the line was breached, allowing him to confirm that the intruders were man and not a deer or some other large animal. No. Definitely humanoid.

Not wasting any time Blake retrieved his shoulder holster, a loaded gun on either side. His hunting knife went into his boot and the coordinates were memorized and transferred to his phone before he walked over to the rectangular gap in the floor, which would stay open as long as he was residing in the attic. He didn't require stairs to get to his lair and no one got in without his permission.

Dropping down to the floor he quickly covered the ground to the bedroom his brother shared with his lover, knocking once before opening the door, saying Arthur's name softly.

Both Arthur and Eames's voice answered, asking what was wrong.

"Two insurgents. I'm going to go check them out. I'll report back once I know something."

Leaving the door open a crack to give them warning if the impossible happened and someone managed to get past him and into the house, Blake didn't wait for confirmation and took off at a run, trusting that his brother at least would be armed and capable of putting bullets into anyone who thought to trespass on their territory momentarily.

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Biting back some creative cursing Eames slid over to his side of the bed and retrieved the semi automatic he'd stashed under said bed before grabbing the other gun he'd placed under his pillow, Arthur doing the same on his side after putting in his Bluetooth so that he could receive communications from his brother while keeping his hands free. Neither turned on a light as they moved in the darkness, Arthur not needing to with his eyes glowing bright in comparison to the dark as he kicked down the blankets so that there was no chance of his legs getting tangled in the sheets should they need to get off the bed hastily. It wasn't likely, he told Eames in a low voice, sensing just how on edge the forger was, primed and ready to rumble. These two unknowns would need to make a deal with the devil to stand a chance of getting past his brother.

"Talia's pack shouldn't be here yet." Eames pointed out, wanting to go hunting too but not about to leave Arthur and their unborn babies alone. They were his only concern, his only reason.

"No. Odds are she had one of her men tap someone from your pack who's related to him or her by blood and happy to make some extra money. Recon most likely, I can't seem ordering extermination at this point when they don't have to full picture yet."

In other words their uninvited guests were likely people he'd grown up with, gone to school and played sports with since they were kids. He'd know them, and they were about to come face to face with Blake, a man who would undoubtedly not show them mercy and who no doubt intended to use them as examples to the other packs as to just what happened when you trespassed on their land and threatened the safety of his blood kin. "Will he let them live?"

"Depends what they were sent to do."

His first thought was to point out that Talia would have probably requested men with military training, aka not easily tracked, apprehended or made to talk, but his second thought was that Blake had grown up and been trained in a compound and they hadn't. Blake probably knew plenty about forcing others to obey you and do as you wished.

"Maybe he was right. Maybe staying here is suicide."

"Your convictions crumbling already?" Understanding, or at least somewhat, Arthur leaned in briefly to nuzzle their cheeks together, not willing to risk more than that until they knew the situation. "I need to be where your mother is and she needs to be here. We're between a rock and a hard place, yes, but only for a couple months. Then yes, odds are that the babies and I, at least, won't be able to come back here."

"I'm going wherever you're going."

Arthur's lips curved ever so slightly, though in the darkness Eames wouldn't be able to see it. "I know."

Armed and ready they stayed on full alert until finally, just when they were both starting to talk about going after the other man, Blake contacted them to state he had the two men in 'custody' and that they'd been sent to collect data and the layout and security only. He'd see that they wouldn't be going anywhere tonight and Eames was to contact his alpha and request that both wolf packs meet in the town 'hall' so that this little mess could be dealt with 'properly'.

"Is he hurt?" Eames wanted to know, setting his weapons aside so that he could get closer to Arthur, wrapping one arm around the point man's waist.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that insult given the time."

Eames grinned at Blake's faint but audible response. "No insult meant, only concern."

A sound of disbelief. "To answer your unspoken question your former schoolmates aren't dead or with any physical damage that can't be healed." It went unsaid but implied that there might be mental scars that wouldn't be so easy to come back from.

Knowing the other unspoken question Arthur asked Blake for Eames. "Who did they send?"

"Salar's brothers."

Salar was in the top ranks, second only to Barsad in terms of standing with Bane. He was a brilliant strategist, excellent marksman, and unlike many of the other wolves in the pack as capable of leading as he was following orders. The man's half-brothers were regular army, and their second generation wolf genes did and would give them advantages over regular targets. But they didn't have the training or skill sets required to take on someone with Blake's repertoire. They wouldn't have stood a chance.

"That doesn't make any sense." Eames said, his words overlapping Arthur, who asked his brother how the two had gotten the request.

"By text, so yeah, Eames is right if we were to assume Salar actually sent the message. I'm betting no." Blake's sarcasm could be heard easily through the device. "The data we've collected suggests that Salar hasn't been as onboard with some of the Great Bitch's recent decisions, this would be a good way for her to deal with that."

"She figured we'd know they were coming and kill them." Arthur explained when Eames gave him an even more confused look. "She doesn't lose anyone valuable, it puts us on bad terms with your whole pack and vice versa, and Salar will be a lot more eager to listen to her if she's calling for our bloodshed because we've got his little brothers' blood on our claws. It wouldn't be hard for her to imitate a message from a man she's known since birth, not to mention she'd have their numbers, no question."

Eames considered this, seeing how she could make it work easily enough. No one in his pack aside from his parents and godfather had gotten the chance to know Arthur and would be more inclined to kill the visiting cats than listen to their reasons for doing so. Not to mention the fact that the idea of a man, even a hybrid one, could get pregnant would be greeted with suspicion and accusations, making it that much more likely they would see no cause for the execution of two of their own.

Thank God Blake hadn't killed them on sight.

"So what's the plan?" They would have one, Eames didn't doubt it.

"I let them get close to the house so that I wouldn't have far to go and more time to listen and observe. Neither of them will be capable of moving for the next twelve hours or so so that's not an issue. The only thing left to do at this point is send that message to Kingsley."

"You should probably tell him that Salar's brothers are our captives currently, so he and his men aren't distracted or away from town when their families report the two missing." Arthur added. "That could be part of her plan too."

Assuming that Eames would do as ordered since their plan was obviously solid, Blake announced he was signing off to stash his prey and would see them in the morning as he was going straight back to the attic once he was back in the house.

Watching Arthur remove the Bluetooth after Blake hung up Eames asked what Blake had given the two men to knock them out. It would be for the best if the two were up to talking and explaining themselves at the meeting, but from the sounds of it that wasn't going to be the case.

"He bit them."

Opening his mouth to ask what the bloody hell he was talking about Eames closed it as he recalled that Blake was not just jaguar, but spider as well. And spiders often paralyzed their prey. Add in the doctors screwing around with their DNA and abilities…he got it. "That's what he meant before, when he said he had the fangs to pretend to be Spike at that con thing. He didn't just mean his canines are a little pointy."

"No. We both have retractable fangs and claws under our normal nails. Like a regular cat."

Since he had to turn the light on to send his godfather a text anyway, Eames shifted over and turned on the bedside table lamp, the room brightening enough that they could see without being too blinded by the sudden light. Moving back so that he was close Eames asked to see Arthur's fangs, curious as hell to see how they came out.

Instead of flashing them Arthur leaned in and gave Eames a kiss before shaking his head. "I don't ever show them unless I have to." His bite did a great deal worse than temporarily paralyze someone. Instead he lifted up one hand and focusing on them had the second set of much sharper nails sliding out from under the normal ones. The claws were super thin and only about a half an inch higher than the regular nails, but they were sharp enough to do serious damage if need be.

"Wicked brilliant!" Super impressed Eames carefully took the hand in his so that he could bring it closer for a better look. "Like Wolverine!"

Eye rolling greeted that statement. "His came out of his fists, not his nails."

"Well I thought you'd be more than a little peeved if I compared you to Lady Deathstrike."

Okay, he had no idea who that was, but yeah, he probably would have been. And since he hated his oddities being studied Arthur retracted the claws again before Eames could cut himself on them. "Now send your text so that we can go back to bed. I'm tired and tomorrow promises to be a long one, Mr. Eames."

"As you wish, Darling."

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Eames was surprised when he woke up the next morning before Arthur, but quickly chalked the unusual occurrence up to the fact that the man was pregnant and therefore probably wanted to get all the sleep he could before the size of his stomach made getting comfortable all but impossible. And thinking about that had him reaching out and gently pulling back the covers and then pulling up the shirt Arthur had worn to bed. Eames eyes moved lovingly over the sloped stomach that advertised the fact that his children were currently growing there, safe and sound. Their babies. His and Arthur's.

Doing his best not to wake Arthur up Eames gently stroking the surprisingly taunt little mound, leaning in to give the tummy a few kisses too as he wished his babies a good morning.

Excellent hearing picking up on the faint sound of amusement, Eames looked up Arthur's body to see a small smile on the other man's face, his instincts saying his darling wasn't nearly as asleep as he'd thought he was. And that being the case…

Shifting up so that he could wish his lover a good morning and steal a quick kiss Eames smiled when Arthur made another sound of pleasure, his dark lashes lifting a little to return his gaze. "Fancy breakfast in bed, Darling?"

A purr was Arthur's seal of approval on that idea.

"Be back shortly then, I'll wake you up when it's ready."

Closing his eyes again Arthur snuggled back into another cat nap while Eames headed out of the room, hardly out the door when his nose picked up on scents that would indicate he might not have to make breakfast after all. Arthur had said that Blake could cook, and his nose was in agreement at the moment.

Making no attempt to hide his approach, Blake probably wasn't someone you wanted to sneak up on even if you managed to by some miracle, Eames headed downstairs and straight into the kitchen, coming to a screeching halt when he got a look at the man in question who'd turned away from the stove to face him.

Gone was the Spike look, and in its place was a look that was pure tease. The well washed white t-shirt that was worn thin in all the right/wrong places, the baggy jeans that hung just low enough to show a teasing stripe of skin between the two main articles of clothing when the man moved. The slim, almost delicate looking collar around Blake's throat was black and plain, like a large size version of something you'd buy for a pet, and even that came second to the hair. The hair that was currently rumpled and curling and spoke of a LOT of wild sex.

A long pause….then the stating of the obvious.

"You're dressed like that to drive Bane absolutely mad today, aren't you?"

"I prefer his brain to be as fried as possible, yes." Blake gestured with the spatula in his hand. "I'm making an artery clogging breakfast for you and I, that way Arthur won't be too pissy about being stuck with the whole peanut butter and banana thing."

"Sounds good. The food part."

When Blake declined his help and stated that it would just be another ten minutes or so Eames decided to help himself to some strong tea as he tried his best not to stare at Blake, which was no easy thing. It was weird how much Arthur and his brother looked alike at times, then so different depending on what they were wearing and the sort of persona they'd donned at that moment to get what they wanted. Thank God Arthur was the one he'd met first was all Eames could think as he waited for the kettle.

Curiosity and feeling like he should say something had Eames speaking up. "Are you planning on vamping him into cooperating, or just fucking with his head for your entertainment? Because I have to say, the latter could end very badly for all involved." If Blake could mess with Bane's head the way Arthur could mess with his…very badly might be an understatement.

Blake's lips curved in amusement. "Neither. He doesn't deserve another chance with me between the sheets or on any other surface, and as entertaining as it would be to work him into a lather and then leave him high and dry repeatedly-that's not my style. No, this is strategic. He'll react, it will piss her off, and her pack, not being completely dumb, will put two and two together. They'll be a lot less willing to follow her orders behind his back if they think she's just acting out of jealous spite."

"They don't have that kind of relationship." Or he really hoped his cousin hadn't slept with Talia, though it would explain why Bane hadn't seemed to have that much interest in sex before Blake had come into the picture. Putting people off sex was probably something Talia was pretty good at.

"No, I don't think they do either. But she considers him hers, and she doesn't know how to share." Blake's smile went a touch feral. "Not that I'd have been willing to share with her either."

"Ah. There we are in agreement."

Turning his attention back to what he was doing Blake soon had breakfast plated for both his brother and his twin's lover, holding the two plates out to Eames.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

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Bane next chapter, I promise lol.