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II: Don't Yell "Jerry!" (Entering the Storm)

"Um…what the hell…..?"

"She cheated at strip poker! I say we strip her for it!" Damion shouted at the Twin.

Two picked up Hannah by the hem of her shirt and raised an eyebrow, "Cheating's bad. But, I think I'll let you go this time. I'm a believer in second chances." He dropped her, and she scampered off quickly.

Damion dropped the cards and shrugged and went to sit on one of the couches in the room. He stared off into the opposite direction.

Two went and sat on the opposite couch, glancing at his perfectly manicured nails and picking at them, then admiring his multiple rings, his pale skin, and his muscular lower arms.

"Two. Come sit with me." Damion said suddenly. The Twin obediently phased through his couch and next to him. "That was quick." He leaned on the taller albino's shoulder, and Two placed an arm around his shoulders.

"What did you expect?"

The demon shrugged. His tone was laced with concern, "Where's your brother?"

"At home. Sleeping, I think," He closed his eyes, accessing their telepathic connection, "yes, sleeping."

"Good. I'm glad you met up with him. He was looking for you before."

"He said something about you cheating on Aiji for me," Two said softly, stroking Damion's hair, "But I told him he was wrong because I'm not on the same level as him."

"Aiji doesn't care who I sleep with," Damion replied, closing his eyes, "But he's actually jealous of you.  But he'll get over it….because he always does."

"I'm glad. I would hate for him to be mad at you for something stupid like that."

Damion opened his eyes and looked at Two, "Is it just me….or do you lose that cool air around you when I'm around?"

"It's called comfort. The feeling I'm protected. I lose it around my brother, too."

"Whatever works for you."

"I suppose so," Two said with a short laugh.

"Is it just me, or is it cold in here?" Damion asked, moving back into position so Two could resume stroking his hair.

"You want my coat?"

"No. You can keep me warm." He snuggled nearer to Two.

"If you insist."

"I do."

"Alright then." The Twin pulled him closer.

"that's better."

Two smiled at Damion and looked up sharply, "You're staring." He said to Dannie.

"Really?" She said, after a moment's pause, "I was just kind of zoned out."

"In our direction, no less." Two commented.

"Go play with Farfello. You kidnapped him for a reason." Damion commented.

Two made a shooing motion with his empty hand, and Dannie scooted off to find him,

"Who is this Farfello?" Two asked.

"This Irish guy who is in a group of assassins called the Schwartz. There are four of them. He's fucked up in the head, but hot. Looks great in leather."

"Just like everyone else you know?" Two said with a grin and watched Damion play with a couple of his dreadlocks.

"Yeah," Damion agreed with a laugh, "This one seems to be falling apart…" He pointed to the dread.

"Perhaps if you stopped playing with it, it wouldn't, hmm?" Two glanced down at the figure laying on his chest.

"I didn't do it." Damion said with a guilty grin. Two laughed, but was suddenly jarred out of his moment when there was an abrupt poking in his mind.

To hide the shame from his face, he looked away, the comfortable aura replaced with one of anxiety, "I…I shouldn't be here….One doesn't like it…."

"Alright." Said Damion slowly. He removed himself from the albino's embrace reluctantly and moved to the other side of the couch.

The younger of the Twins slowly got up. He glanced at Damion, "So….So…So I'll see you later….right?"

"Of course you will," Damion replied.

An uncomfortable silence filled the air. Two went to phase, but his dreads were grabbed and his head pulled around and into a deep kiss. At first, he resisted, pushing his hands against Damion's chest, but his mouth apparently decided to deepen the kiss instead. They touched tongues for a moment, and the kiss was broken, finished by a gentle nibbling on the Twin's lip.

"Didn't think I'd let you leave without kissing you goodbye, did you?"

He laughed sadly, "Nah." The normally more vain of the pair removed his sunglasses, blinking in the bright light. "Take these." He handed them to Damion, pressing them into his hands and kissing his digits lightly. He pulled back again, ashamed again, and phased off.

Damion held the sunglasses for a moment, and glanced at them, "Now I feel really bad."

"That must suck," Said Hannah, appearing from her hiding place behind another couch.

"It does….a lot."

"He loves you….a lot."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious."

Ignorant of his sarcasm, she continued, "But he knows his loyalties lie to his brother….at this point, I'd rather be you them him."

His voice hardened, "I'm starting to get really pissed at One."

"why?"

"He won't let Two enjoy himself. Just because he won't let himself have any fun doesn't mean he has to go and make Two feel bad for having fun without him."

"One is a big piece of the problem," Hannah responded, "but Two's holding himself back as well. I imagine One's pissed cause all he sees is your running through Two's mind, as opposed to himself."

"Everything blows."  He responded, now depressed.

"Two's ashamed at himself for falling in love with you, even if One hadn't said anything."

From the door on the other side of room came Dannie and a straitjacketed Irish man.

Damion raised an eyebrow, "Umm…?"

Hannah responded much more logically, "Hello, Dannie. Hello, Farf."

"I'd wave but I can't." Commented the one in the straitjacket, who was obviously Farf.

"Well considering the fact you're in a straitjacket, I'm not surprised."

Dannie patted Farf on the head like he was some sort of dog, "Be a good boy and I'll give you a new jackknife."   She untied him from the jacked as Farf stretched his muscles.

"He IS sedated, right?" Damion asked with a raised eyebrow.

"God, I hope so." Hannah agreed and scooched behind him.

"NOPE!" Said Farf with a completely maniacal grin.

"Oh god." Damion breathed.

"Farf," Dannie said with mock serious and the Irishman turned to her, "sit."

He glared at Dannie for a second but sat down on the opposite couch from Damion and Hannah (where Hannah was hiding and where Two sat down first). He took out a pocketknife and began making little X's in his skin (AN: Farf is immune to pain.)

Hannah looked at Damion with an expression of completely surprise, "He listens?"

The element-demon shrugged, "He knows he's gonna get something out of it…..or else he'd do something bad to her….like slit her throat…"

"Ah. That makes more sense." She nodded, and glanced back forward, "Uh oh…."

"Uh oh?" Farf asked. When he moved up to lick the blood off the knife he noticed a pale man clad entirely in silver, "Hey, who's this clown?"

The man glanced down at Farf with a look of intense disgust, "My name is One, and you are?"

"Farfello."

"Ah. You're Farf," He said distantly and was already walking until he was next to Damion, staring down at him because he was sitting a couch across from Farf.

"May I help you, sweetheart?" Damion asked sarcastically.

"I see why you said Uh oh." Dannie mumbled to Hannah, who was moving at top speed away from the brewing storm.

When One spoke, the shaking anger was barely hidden, "I don't even know what to say to you." He pointed an accusing pale finger.

"If you don't know what to say then why did you come?"

"You stay away from Two. He hasn't smiled since you fucked him."

"You think that's my fault?" He asked, the anger rising steadily in his voice as well.

"Yes, I do. He was fine until he met you." One replied coldly.

Damion stood up to face One, and since they were about the same height they were eye to eye, "I show him how to have a good time, thank you."

"You mindlessly fuck him, you mean."

"Actually," Damion responded with a slight snarl, "He fucked me. And it wasn't like I made him do anything he didn't want to. He could have always phased away from me."

"Forgive me if I am mistaken, but that is all I think you've done with him. For three days."

"You think that's all we've been doing?" He asked incredulously, his voice tone rising.

"Unless you have a telepathic connection to him, YEAH. Because if you DO, I might as well just give him to you."

"Give him to me?! You act like you OWN him!" He shouted.

"He' s my BROTHER. He's your PLAYTHING!" He began, also shouting, "And you just wanted to fuck me to say you fucked the twins! You said it yourself and it sure SOUNDED like you meant it!"

"DO you think I have no goddamned feelings for Two?" Damion demanded.

"I thought your feelings were with AIJI!" One snarled.

Damion stopped, this have a visible effect on him. He fell back onto the couch and his voice was muffled by his hands on his head, "They…I….I don't know……."

One was about to open his mouth and shout at Damion but was interrupted by a voice very much like his own.

"STOP THAT! I LOVE YOU BOTH!"

~To be Continued…..

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