(Five)

It was the next afternoon when Aiden walked into the trailer office, wiping the sweat from his eyes. He was more used to the cool climate controlled interior of the Complex than the Arizona heat outside. He had been outside working for a while and it was much cooler here in the office. He couldn't help but sigh with relief as the chilled air caressed his overheated skin.

"Hot enough for you?"

Aiden smiled at Seth's playful question. His eyes were happy but he was a little nervous. It had only been last night that Seth had spied on him and Kimble at play and Aiden could still see Seth's continuing distress, that the internal fires were still burning at him. His shine was cloudy, swirling with unsatisfied lust and a brooding unease. Aiden knew the cause of it if Seth didn't - Shemusk. There was no doubt of that for Aiden, not after seeing the way Seth had reacted to the Morrowhiem sparkles that had drifted his way. Aiden wasn't sure what to do about it, but he was hoping Seth would ask about last night, it would be a step in the right direction. "Disz 'eat, not szo good for Aiden. 'E likesz it a bit cooler."

"Me, too. What can I do for you?" Seth asked, turning in his chair to face his guest.

"Keemble aszk for ze next schematic."

"He's finished already? Those two sure work fast."

"Non. 'E need to szee where ze next piece gonna go. Szumpting like dat."

"Mmm hmmm," Seth replied absently and shuffled some papers around, looking for the one that Aiden had requested.

As Seth was digging around Aiden poked around the office, checking out some of the blueprints tacked up on the walls. He wasn't all that interested in the papers, he was just killing time, tasting Seth's vibrations. He wondered how it was that Seth did not know what was troubling him, how no one else could see it. It was painfully obvious to himself and it was growing more and more difficult to ignore. He felt horrible and guilty about his own fear to act, that he was more afraid of being punished again and losing Kimble than to help this poor Siskan in need. Seth was in full Shemusk and deconstructing quickly. Aiden shuddered with shame and tried to think of something else.

Aiden glanced back when Seth had stopped moving. He stood with renewed nervousness, seeing that Seth's eyes were on his face. The look in them was filled with sadness and pain. "What?"

Seth shook his head and handed the papers Kimble wanted to him.

"Aszk ze question. Aiden won' bite you, me," he said gently, hoping to put Seth at ease. / Aszk me, his body vibrated, / Pleasze! If only they could talk about this perhaps a solution might present itself. Seth's condition couldn't be allowed to continue, it just couldn't. It would break Aiden's heart.

Seth swallowed, trembling. His voice was a shaky stammer as he said, "I accept your invitation from before. Lay with me. Please."

It was a big risk, saying those words. Seth knew he had plenty to lose, but he couldn't deny that something about Aiden was irresistible. Something about the guy just robbed him of all focus. Aiden had something he wanted and needed, he couldn't help but think that. It was about time to find out what that might possibly be. It was that or finish going silently mad.

Aiden shifted uncomfortably, but couldn't stop the smile. He was sorely tempted, there could never be any doubt of that. He loved all forms of play and a new face was always a treat, but it was Seth's condition that had him all the more eager for it. Even before Seth had finished speaking Aiden was already checking his options, seeing if it was even possible for him to get away with it right here and now. There were the bright and open windows of this office that looked out onto the tarmac, the folks outside could see in too easily for his comfort. He had his doubts. He had gotten into enough trouble here already not to be so reckless. He didn't think it was so unreasonable to suggest, "It would be my pleaszure to do disz for you, but like you szay, you 'ave a Mistressz. You muszt aszk 'er if it'sz okay. Only zen can disz be done."

"She doesn't have to know."

Aiden shook his head, rueful but still so very cautious. "It isz not what she know, it'sz what you know. Ze Mistressz, she will szee it, her. It would be beszt if she didn't fight usz on disz, undersztand?"

"I - I don't care."

"Aiden caresz. Not szo much ze Mistressz. But Keemble maybe will not like it if zere isz trouble."

"Fuck Kimble!" Seth grumbled irritably, not really meaning it as his anger overrode his reason. He was upset that it seemed like he had to go through a committee for every decision about his life.

"Aiden doesz, every day," Kimble's lover snickered softly. "But not wit you, leetle one. It not wort' ze riszk if we get caught."

Seth looked up at him, begging him with his eyes. "Please! I'm going crazy!"

Aiden turned away, sympathetic yet unwilling to cross any more boundaries. He had no desire to visit another holding cell. "Aiden knowsz disz. He will szpeak wit ze Keemble. Szee what he can do."

Seth moved closer, unhappy with Aiden's response. He did his feeble best to seduce, blocking the door with his body and pushing Aiden back against the wall. He pressed his body against the Dreamer, opening his mouth and kissing him with as much wanton desire as he could manage. He had never had to seduce anyone before and he was at a bit of a loss, he could only hope that Aiden would sense what he needed and react to it. He was Siskan after all, and weren't they designed to please?

Seth was correct in that Aiden's first response was to comply to such a blatant want. Seth's inexperience was obvious as well, almost enough to make Aiden laugh. He didn't dare, not wanting to hurt Seth's feelings. He could sense Seth's desire - that and the growing Kundatesh inside of him. That was really the root of Seth's problem, not a desire for male company. He could see that Seth was little more than a virgin, fumbling and awkward. So many things he could be taught and what fun it would be to do it. Aiden returned the kiss automatically, his programming overriding his sense of reason, instinctively grasping Seth by the neck to make it all the more sweeter and more real, teaching Seth with the movement without even realizing he was doing it.

The young Siskan was all over it, inflamed by the willingness he sensed. Seth groaned with need, his body shivering and his chest heaving, the embrace far richer than anything he had ever felt before. His body screamed for more and he trembled with a complete loss of control.

Aiden felt it and melted into the kiss. He had wanted this too badly to fight it all that vigorously. He didn't know Seth well, but Seth was Siskan and for Aiden, that was enough for him to want to kill the terrible suffering Seth had to be enduring. He could do this, it wouldn't take that long really, just a quick tumble, blinding hot and fast and sweet...

Dreamer! Father suddenly shouted, wisping into view behind Seth's shoulder, in Aiden's line of sight if he were to open his eyes.

Aiden jerked in surprise, awakened suddenly by the elder ghost's voice of reason. Father's voice was sharp and commanding as he continued to rant, Just what exactly do you think you're doing? How does this accomplish our goal? How does this bring us closer to Angel?

'E szuffersz! Szomet'ing muszt be done!

And who elected you for that job? Have you learned nothing? You know the rules here! You were arrested for playing with Kimble in public! What do you think they will do for you for playing in public again and this time with someone who doesn't even belong to you? You don't have permission for this! Tell me you are not this stupid! Stop this at once!

Father was right and Aiden realized his blunder just a little too late. It was just like him to screw up, lured by such a pretty face and deep suffering. He had to stop this before it went too far. Father was right as usual and now he had to bow out of this gracefully. Aiden was gentle when he pushed Seth back. "Patience, leetle one. Disz not ze time or plaze. Let Aiden speak wit ze Keemble. More dan zat 'e cannot do right now."

Seth fury spiked with his frustration. What was this? First Aiden had been all willing and now he was backing off? Seth snarled and lashed out with his anger. "Fuck you! Everybody bends over backwards for Kimble, but nobody cares about me! About what I want! Get out! Get out!"

Aiden slid away from him, his hands held up in surrender. He wasn't especially intimidated, only wary. He believed he could control Seth easily with his power if the boy was to actually attack him. It's just that there was nothing worse than a Siskan in Kundatesh heat and Seth was definitely there. "You szpeak wit your Misztressz. Aiden will take care of you den. You too crazy to 'andle wit'out 'er permisszion. I cannot take ze riszk, szorry."

"I DON'T NEED ANYONE'S PERMISSION!" Seth bellowed, enraged. "I AM NOT A POSSESSION! I'M REAL! GET OUT!"

Aiden fled, embarrassed and horrified by what he had allowed to happen. He had permitted Seth to sucker him in, a Siskan he was trying to help, and it had blown up in his face. Hopefully it would blow over and nothing would happen but he had his doubts. As he shut the door, he heard something smash against it, hurled by the poor tormented soul within. It spurred him on even faster and he walked briskly to where Kimble was standing.

Kimble smiled at Aiden as he walked over, papers in hand. He took them, not noticing Aiden's unease, but he looked up when Seth came out of the trailer office and slammed the door shut behind him. His brother's shine was dark and cloudy, he was upset again. It was happening more and more, but this time the reason wasn't so mysterious. Kimble turned to Aiden, trying not to be accusing as he asked, "Seth's all pissed off. What didja says ta him?"

"Not'ing, me," Aiden snapped irritably and tried to look away. He wasn't even close to being convincing and Kimble glared at him.

Aiden sighed and lowered his head. " 'E a Sziszkan, him. 'E buildin' shipsz, dat'sz not what a Sziszkan isz for. 'Isz Sziszkan body wakesz an' callsz to 'im. 'E'sz t'inkin' 'bout t'ingsz now 'e didn't t'ink about b'fore. 'E isz coming of age. 'E szeez usz play, you know disz?"

"Yeah, I seen him watchin'," Kimble admitted warily. In spite of what he may have projected, Kimble wasn't blind - he had seen Seth watching them, he just wasn't sure what to do about it. He had seen the changes in Seth's shine, but didn't understand what he was seeing. He thought maybe Seth had a kinda of crush or curiosity about him and Aiden, he knew Seth had never taken a lover other than Fallen. He also knew his former Mistress well enough to doubt Fallen was all that adventurous in the sack. There was so much Seth had never seen and felt.

Aiden was trying to explain. " 'E wantsz to know. Ze Kundatesh callsz to 'im. It'z worsze wit me. 'E szmellsz it, 'e comesz szo closze, undersztand? Aiden wishesz to show 'im what it'sz all about, sztop all de questionsz in 'isz mind, but Aiden luvz you, Kim. 'E t'inksz you would not undersztand."

Kimble shook his head. This wasn't the first time Aiden had come to him with this, his lover had been dropping hints for a while now about Seth. Hints that were less and less subtle with each passing day. Kimble was resisting those hints, not wanting to delve into waters best left alone. Seth's increasing instability was starting to leave him with little choice but to listen to someone who seemed so sure of what was really happening. Kimble was no longer certain he could approach anyone else with this, not after the way he had been handled lately. He couldn't trust anyone, even Remy seemed further away than ever.

This was bad. Kimble didn't want any trouble for Fallen and Seth. He watched over Aiden's shoulder as Seth hopped into a Jeep and drove off. This, too, he was doing more and more. Just taking off by himself to be alone. His dependance on the cubes always brought him back, but he seemed to find no peace.

"I understand, Aiden. I do. But yer right. I don't wants ya touchin' him. He's not a complete 'gram, I toldja that. He gits outta sorts too easy, he gits overwhelmed. He'll git scared." Kimble couldn't hide the concern and worry in his voice.

Aiden heard it. "Zen you will do for 'im den, eh? Who better to do it zan you."

Kimble looked at him in shock, scandalized by the very notion of it. "I cain't do that. He's my brother. He gots a Mistress!"

"It ain't no Misztressz 'e be wantin' now, him. If dat were szo, 'e wouldn' be all messzed up. Don' you remember when ze Kundatesh firsz' wake for you? De Shemuszk? How it nearly drove you crazy? It de szame for 'im. You go, do for 'im. Szettle 'isz mind."

"I don' remember that. Yer talkin' crazy. Makin' up stories."

Kimble couldn't believe they were even having this conversation. Aiden said the rules didn't apply to him, it was proving to be true time and time again. Aiden sensed his hesitation and slid his arms around him. "You an' 'im, you never got ze proper education for onesz szuch asz usz, or if you did, mebbe you don' remember. It 'urtsz you, it doesz. You gotta sztop t'inkin' like all desze szilly Chuckfet around you. You are Sziszkan, 'e isz Sziszkan. Dere ain't no rulesz, no reaszonsz for why t'ingsz are ze way dey are. It jusz' isz. If you don' szettle 'isz mind, 'e gonna go crazy, it'sz gonna ruin 'isz 'eart."

Kimble kicked at a piece of metal on the ground, stalling for time. "I don' 'member much 'bout my first days. I jus' member Sheyman luvin' me. I wuz put ta work early, didn' go to the schools like the other 'grams did. Seth ain't never really had no childhood, no trainin'. He ain't never been shown what a real Siskan is."

"Zen show 'im. Show 'im 'ow ze Kundatesh isz uszed. You don' 'ave to lay wit 'im, it don' 'ave to be done zat way, but it isz ze beszt way, non? Disz 'ow we make love, when ze Kundatesh isz uszed. Make love to your bro'der, take 'isz szuffering away."

"No. I cain't. It's wrong," Kimble protested, still a bit shocked at what Aiden was actually proposing. Yeah, he had taken his pleasure with Babette in a playful threesome, but just because that was okay didn't mean this was. This was something altogether different.

"Zen Aiden will. 'Ow 'e szufferz," Aiden said, pulling away in disgust. He was sick of his own guilt but more than that, he was upset that Kimble would chose the ways of the Chuckfet over the suffering of his own kin. He had hoped maybe Kimble would step in and let him off the hook but the pilot was too well trained to work against his own nature. Aiden blamed others for this, but it didn't stop the hurt. Well, he was done watching Seth suffer. Consequences be damned, he had to act.

"No!" Kimble said sharply, snatching at his wrist. Their eyes locked and Kimble backed down a bit. "No. I'll go. I'll at least talks to him. See what's on his mind." Kimble paced angrily, frustrated with having to make a decision. "If he's all fucked up like ya said, I just don't know what ta do abouts it is all."

Aiden relaxed, flooded with relief that at least now Kimble was willing to listen to reason. His voice was soft with encouragement as he answered, "Like I told you. Touch 'im. It'sz beszt when it'sz done by a Kintay, one szuch asz you and me. Blaszt 'im wit your power. Give him ze Morrowhiem. Make luv to 'im and black 'im out. It'sz ze beszt way to be sure it done right."

"But I don't gots the Morrowhiem, only you do."

Aiden shook his head. "Non. Any Kintay asz powerful asz you should have it. You jusz' 'oldin' back isz all."

"How do ya knows all this?" Kimble questioned, more for the time delay than the knowledge he desired. He had a sinking feeling that all of this was true, Aiden had been right about too many things, but he didn't like where it was leading. He was always in fear of screwing up, of doing something he would be punished for. He was stuck here, trapped between making a mistake with Fallen or with his brother.

"Causze Aiden remember what it wasz like for 'imszelf. Ze Morrowhiem wasz zere in Aiden sleepin', it be szleepin' in you asz well. It will come for you now zat Szet' need you. Aiden szeen disz pain in Szet'. Szeen it in od'ersz, too. Szeen it in Remy when 'e firsz' come to be wit usz. Babette, she black 'im out, but she wasz not sztrong enough wit ze Kundatesh to finish it szo Aiden did. Aiden isz Kintay, 'e make ze power good for Remy, now 'e not szo szcare. It'sz 'isz own. Do ze szame for your bro'der. If you luv 'im, you would do disz for 'im."

Kimble nodded, the last bit winning him over. He would do anything for Seth, anything to keep him from suffering.

"Good. Go now, before ze o'dersz know you are gone. Aiden will try to cover for you."

Kimble said nothing more but took a few fast steps and vaulted up into the air. He could track the Jeep easily from the trail of dust it left. Seth had driven to one of the outbuildings just on the edge of the shield circle and stopped there. The building was empty, there would be no one there to bother him. He watched as Seth came up to the back side and got out of the Jeep, grabbing a blanket. Seth kicked open the door to the building with an angry grunt and slipped inside, shutting it tightly behind him.

Kimble dropped down out of the sky, landing just outside of the door of the shed. He glanced back over his shoulder, seeing the guards and Remy far away in the distance. So far so good, but it was stupid to think that they might have any privacy for long. When he heard Seth start to cry, he opened the door, hoping that Seth would be able to unload what was bothering them before they got interrupted.

Seth was inside, backed up in a dusty corner, the blanket spread out underneath him. He was bawling pretty hard now, he didn't even notice that he was no longer alone. Kimble called out to him, not wanting to startle him and crouched down in front of him to put his arms around him. "I'm here."

Like always, Seth fell against him and cried. "What's wrong with me?"

"Yer changin', that's all," Kimble whispered softly, petting him and kissing his forehead.

Seth continued to cry but lay down, pulling Kimble down with him. He wanted to be held tightly, held all over. He crushed Kimble to him, tangling Kimble's legs in his own, all the better to draw him closer.

Kimble didn't argue, but gently removed Seth's glasses from his face, they were wet with tears and he feared they might get crushed. He lay them aside and gave Seth a good squeeze in return. It brought back memories of when they were in Fallen's computer system together and all alone. Whenever Seth got scared or angry to the point of having a meltdown, Kimble had always been there, swallowing him up in his big arms, never picking on him or making him feel stupid. So much like Remy he was, but it was his big brother Seth wanted now. Seth rested his head to Kimble's chest, against the large lovely tattoo and gradually calmed. "I miss you," he whispered.

"I miss ya, too," Kimble replied honestly, still petting him gently. "I been away too much, I'm sorry. I'll trys ta do better, I promise."

"Kimble?"

"Yeah?"

"When we were alone...in the computer?"

"Yeah?"

"How come you never...how come you never tired to make love to me? I know you were lonely for it. It was an ache I could feel even then."

Kimble closed his eyes and sighed, not sure how to answer. He should have been surprised by such a personal question, but knew where it was coming from. He could see that ugly red darkness in Seth's shine, had been seeing it for a while without being certain of the cause. Whatever the reason, Seth was a Siskan with sex on his mind. Kimble tried to answer as best he could. "I didn't know what I could do, how far I could take it cuz I wuz so broken. Even so, I knew ya couldn't handle it. It wouldn't've been fair of me. Then when I sawr ya goin' fer Fallen, it wuzn't right."

"I've seen you with Aiden. I see what he does to you, the way he makes you feel. You shake, Kimble. You shake like all the world coming down. Fallen doesn't shake like that. I do, but she doesn't. Why?"

Kimble laughed. Oh, yeah. What was he going to tell Angel when she grew up and asked questions like this? "Cuz we're Siskan, I guess. Though I've seen some guys shake like us. Remy does."

"You've seen Remy shake?"

"Yeah. Him an' me been tagether a few times. You keeps that quiet, ya knows how funny the humans kin get."

"I won't say anything. Did...did he like it?"

"Yeah, I think so. He shook like the whole world wuz cummin' down. Just like you said," Kimble said with a laugh, remembering. "I'd say that wuz a yes."

"Why didn't he stay with you?"

"Cuz I don' let nobody stay but I ain't gonna git inta alla that with you. I come out here ta see what's gotcha all messed up, not ta talk about me."

"I've been thinking...there's so much I've never done. It didn't really bother me much until we came here. Then everything changed. I don't know why. Then when Aiden touched me that one time... it's made it worse."

"The Kundatesh."

"Yes. That's what he said. How come I've never really felt it from you?"

"Of course ya been feelin' it from me, I kin tells when ya do. You probably been feelin' it fer so long, you jus' never knew what it wuz. I reads ya alla the time, ever since ya first wuz made. Aiden's power's a lot stronger than mine. Ya just felt it more than mine, is all."

"Do I have it? This power?"

Kimble squinted at him. "I don't know. Never really thought about it. I always figured you wuz happy with Fallen. Never had any reason ta find out."

"I am happy with Fallen, it's just...it's just not the same as when Aiden touched me."

"The Kundatesh is dangerous. It makes people crazy. It's got ya reelin', makin' ya question where yer at. That ain't no good fer you."

"Touch me, Kimble. Touch me like that."

Kimble sighed with more than a little fear. "If I do that, yer gonna go crazy. Maybe you wouldn't wants yer Fallen no more."

"That isn't true. I love her more than ever. It's just that I'm going to lose my mind! So many questions! I hurt inside!" Seth complained, tucking his head down again. "Help me!"

"Shh..." Kimble said, gently petting him some more. It was so hard, being this close with Seth so needy. That dark redness was troubling, he found himself losing his resistance against it. It was impossible for him not to want to help Seth or anyone else with a shine as disturbed as that.

He took a chance and released a small wave of Kundatesh, just enough to reassure. He was feeling a little emboldened, knowing that if they were they were going to be interrupted, the guards would have come in here by now. If he was going to help his brother, now was probably his only chance to do it with any privacy. He remembered what Aiden said, he didn't have to go all the way with Seth, he could just touch him a little, that was all.

Seth responded with a sharp gasp and a shiver. He calmed instantly and snuggled down close. His body drank up what Kimble had given him and was sated for the moment. The redness swirled in his shine, but became less dark and far more normal. The burning was still there, but it was more manageable.

Kimble was encouraged by the change in Seth's shine - whatever he was doing, it was the right thing, it had to be. He felt Seth relax and stroked his head with practiced grace, explaining, "It's just a feelin' that's all. It's about lettin' go and just really thinkin' about who yer with, is all."

Seth rubbed his cheek against his brother and for the first time, tried to reach out just a little with his mind. He thought about how nice this was to be held, to be the smaller one protected by the larger and stronger one. To feel Kimble's comforting heat and the soft sound of his breathing. He had missed it so much.

Kimble felt it and grunted a laugh. "Jus' like that. See? Guess ya gots it some."

Seth smiled and tried harder, reaching out with his feelings of love and needing. Kimble couldn't help it, he responded with a shiver and then Seth felt the hardness of him rub against him. Kimble's body had betrayed him, desiring all of Seth's company even if the brain didn't. Seth reached down and boldly touched Kimble there, his curiosity getting the better of him. Kimble grunted and shook with the pleasure of it, but backed off. "You don' want none of that."

Seth was emboldened by Kimble's physical response to his advances and lay his brother down, kissing him. Aiden hadn't fallen for his seduction, but perhaps this one would.

Kimble couldn't stop the laugh that came, it covered his shock and shame over the fact that he was beginning to really want this. "You shure ain't the timid little boy no more."

"No, I'm not. Lay with me. Just this once. Please, Kim. I have to know what it's like, please."

"No. Yer Fallen's boy."

"I'll make Aiden do it. I swear it! I know he wants to!" Seth challenged irritably. Here it was again, this thing of him belonging to someone else and unable to make his own decisions.

"Don'tcha even thinks about it!" Kimble snapped, unable to hide the jealousy. He used his power to flip them over, this time pinning Seth down under him, giving him no escape. He had thought to prove his dominance, but the fact was, Seth's body writhing under him was making this even worse. Seth's arousal was breaking down his resistance. That voice that told him he didn't have to go all the way with this was being drowned out and lost, its power fading rapidly.

Seth was frightened by his brother's use of telekinetic power, but wouldn't back down, his want was much too great. He pushed against Kimble, deliberately grinding his pelvis against Kimble's in an agonizing tease. He might be young and inexperienced, but he was male enough to know it would drive his already excited brother crazy. "Please, Kimble. Help me. I read Aiden's diary. Logan found it and he made me translate it. It was written for you but there was stuff in there about me. About 'grams who get sick like me. He said .. he said I'm sick and that you can help me."

"What are you talkin' about?" Kimble asked though he already knew the answer. Aiden had told him about the diary and some of what was in it. Seth's knowledge of the same things was only backing up what Aiden had said.

"It's Shemusk. He said that a Kintay can help me. That's you, that's what you are. A Rogue. I know I can trust you not to hurt me."

Kimble sighed impatiently and gently bumped his forehead against Seth's. "I knows about the book and some of what Aiden says is in there. That's all fine an' well, but if I fix this only ta ruins ya fer Fallen, what then?"

"It won't happen. Kimble, please!"

Kimble looked into his brother's eyes and saw his own face, his own weaknesses there. Seth wasn't his true brother, he was a splinter of himself given life. "If I do this, you leaves Aiden alone. He's mine."

"I swear!" Seth promised enthusiastically, not needing to be a mind reader to see Kimble's inevitable capitulation. Kimble could never refuse him anything.

"You don't breathe a word of this. No one's gonna understand. Not even Fallen."

"Aiden will. He sent you, didn't he? He knows I'm all messed up and he knows what it's all about. He loves you and he sent you anyway."

"Yeah. He's worried about you. Thinks it's all his fault."

"It's not him, it's me. Please, Kim. I won't tell a soul, I swear."

"All right," Kimble agreed, closing his eyes.

Kimble had no idea just what that simple decision was going to cost him. If he had he might have run away screaming, but as it was, all he knew in that moment was that Seth needed him and asked him for help. How could he possibly refuse?

Kimble began his glorious mistake by gently kissing his brother, untying his ponytail and spreading out that long lovely white hair as he sent out a powerful vibration of love no simple words could ever express. His mouth moved steadily along, first he kissed Seth's forehead, then his cheeks, the tip of his nose. When he finally closed on Seth's mouth, he let go with another small pulse of Kundatesh. Seth groaned and shook, trembling instantly. He gasped and muttered soft Siskan nonsense as Kimble continued to kiss his neck and shoulders. When his hands reached lower, Seth shivered off his pants and felt the full heat of Kimble's body for the first time.

He had made his final decision to help Seth out, for good or for bad. With that choice made and done with, he next applied himself thoroughly, working his brother much as he had Remy the first time they had paired. He'd had his share of virgins and was gentle and loving, taking extra steps to put Seth at ease while moving things along as quickly as possible without being reckless about it.

The truth was, Kimble had enjoyed the time he had spent with Aiden and Babette, especially when the three of them would play together. Kimble may have called and acknowledged Babette as his sister, but his reckoning of clutchmate was not the same as a human would their flesh and blood sibling. In his mind, there was no taboo in touching her and Aiden's approval only reenforced that. Kimble was very much a sharing creature, he loved a happy group, loved to reach out in any direction and find someone there. It felt so right to be with Aiden and Babette both, the relational lines between them had blurred and his reservations about the correctness of his actions were long gone. Yes, Aiden owned his heart, but Kimble had been shown that that didn't stop him from being able to share with others. No, Aiden had encouraged that desire to spread himself, to play with whomever he chose.

It had happened more than once that when Kimble was in the throes of passion, lost in the warm embraces of his Siskan kin, that he had pondered Seth's plight, the fact that Fallen had been his only lover. Now that he was here with his brother, Kimble loved the fact that he could do this for Seth. Kimble's newly opened Siskan mind thought that it would be wonderful to bring Seth into the nice happy threesome he had shared with his new friends, just once to see his face. Seth would be blown away for sure. Kimble didn't know if he was that bold, it was insane to defy Fallen like that, but the thoughts of Seth's pleasure were driving him on, motivating him to do his best to please his brother right here, right now.

It was true that Seth had very little sexual experience, Fallen was it. He had never been assaulted by someone as skilled as the one torturing him now. He was being blown away, drowning in pure pleasure. They were progressing quickly, but yet every stroke of Kimble's fingers had meaning, every kiss timed perfectly and had purpose. Fallen was his Mistress and she loved him, he knew that, but Kimble's experienced hands made her seem like blind shuffling drunk stumbling in the dark like a mad groper. She couldn't come close to matching Kimble's skill. Seth was on fire and writhing, groaning and mumbling soft complaints whenever Kimble denied him release. He could feel Kimble on his body and inside his mind, controlling him and keeping his passion in check.

There was the pleasure, the teasing, but behind all of it was a strong sense of trust. As much as this was driving him crazy, Seth had complete faith in his older brother. He had no doubt of the outcome of this. Kimble had never once hurt him, had always been there to soothe and protect. To a point, he trusted Kimble more than Fallen, their bond was that strong. Always Kimble had been there for him, just as he was now. He'd known he could persuade Kimble to do this for him, Kimble simply loved him too much to refuse him anything. It didn't stop Kimble from getting his revenge. Kimble was torturing him with the simple grace of his hands.

They didn't have much time so Kimble made the best of it. He moved Seth where he wanted him, taking things as nice as easy as possible, knowing where to touch and where to caress, where to set Seth's body on fire. Unfortunately, he was doing this a little too well. He hadn't even gotten down to the meat of things when one well placed stroke of his hand sent Seth right over the edge. He climaxed violently, convulsing in Kimble's startled grasp.

Kimble was shocked, he hadn't realized that Seth had been that close. They had only been at this just a few minutes, five or six at the most, guess he had drawn this out a bit too long. He gasped as Seth's body shivered off ripples of his pleasure, drinking them down. They were not that intense, not any stronger than his first attempts to send vibrations purposely towards Kimble, and not enough to send Kimble himself over the edge. It didn't mean he wasn't amused. He laughed, "Jeez, kiddo. Yer a bit sensitive there."

Seth trembled, gasping like a fish out of water as his body stubbornly refused to take in enough air. It had been a hard climax and had shaken him, but even as he had felt the pleasure of it, still he was painfully erect and burning, like it had never happened at all. He had dared to cross a line and had been unrewarded. He snarled in frustration, jerking as white hot rage blasted his mind.

"Whoa-ho there, buddy!" Kimble said firmly, startled by the rapid mood change, but not enough to lose control of the situation. "You just hold on a minute."

"It's not fucking fair!" Seth shouted, trying to rise. He was held firmly in place both by Kimble's hands and the strong will of his telekinetic mind. Seth exploded in frustration, screaming out in primal rage. "It's not fucking fair! Why? Why do I have to be punished like this!"

Kimble held him tightly, letting him have his tantrum. When Seth refused to calm, Kimble sent him a powerful pulse of love and bliss, a miniature version of his love trick. Aiden had taught him a greater degree of control in their hours of play and it served him well here.

Seth gasped and shook, his body absorbing the vibration greedily as it doused his powerful rage. He calmed almost at once, his body able to breathe now. He took in great gobs of air as tears streamed from his eyes.

Kimble stroked him with kind and loving hands. "Shh. Easy now, that's better."

Seth whimpered painfully, breaking down into wracking sobs.

Kimble continued to pet him, unsure of what was going on. Aiden's explanation of Seth's condition had been sketchy at best, it didn't cover these violent mood swings of Seth's. When Seth finally calmed down enough, Kimble asked softly, "Punished fer what?"

"I- I can't say...you'll hate me," Seth mumbled to the ground, exhausted down to his very core.

Kimble felt it. He felt that and more. At no time throughout that glorious fit did Seth's arousal fade. He was still painfully erect. Kimble deepened his embrace, reaching around to touch him there, stroking gently. "I ain't never gonna hates ya. Wouldn't be here if that wuz ever possible. Talks ta me."

Seth shuddered when he felt Kimble's fingers on him again. He relaxed and his eyes closed as he rocked his hips into that touch, savoring it and desiring more.

"Tell me whatcha done," Kimble said, releasing bliss with his mind as his hand continued to stroke.

"I- I changed my codes."

Kimble froze, never in a million years expecting that. "You done what?"

Seth gasped, shivering with a mind blasted with too many emotions. He didn't speak again until Kimble resumed that gentle persuasion with his fingers. He focused on that, the loving brotherly affectionate touch. It was enough for him to be able to speak. "Wh-when Remy had you repaired...I was watching the Games Master. I- I saw the codes he used and I- I remembered them."

"Them codes didn't work so well fer me," Kimble said sadly. "You musta known that."

Seth nodded, shuddering as his arousal spiked. Kimble was very talented, even in something as the simple use of his hands. He was going to go nuts, he really was. "I- I had to risk it."

"Why?"

A soft sob of misery. "I hate being so clumsy and stupid! I hate it that I have to wear glasses because the lights are so bright! I- I hate it that Fallen -" His voice choked and he couldn't finish.

Kimble squeezed him gently, riding out the next shudder of pleasure. "What about Fallen?"

"Sh-she doesn't see me as a man. It's because I'm so weak. I- I don't want to be weak anymore."

"Shh. Yer not weak, buddy. Yer the strongest of the two of us. In yer mind."

"It doesn't matter. The codes didn't work. All they did was make things worse. Now all I feel are these stupid vibrations. I felt them before, been feeling them all along, but not like this. It hurts!"

Kimble held him tight, making the space small. "I knows. You gots ta make defenses."

"How!" Seth wailed. "I - I don't know how!"

Kimble dared to laugh softly. "Cause nobody ever shown ya how. You shoulda come ta me. I'm gonna teach ya."

Seth sobbed and shook some more, this time with real relief.

Kimble's stroking became more urgent as his mind was made. Aiden had been right all along, just as he was about so many things. He leaned in to whisper, "Them codes ya used? I'll just bet they activated the Kundatesh codes inside of ya. Ya shares them Kundatesh codes with me. I gave ya the Kundatesh, but it's been sleepin'. You just woke it up, is all. It's like you been just made."

Seth shivered. "So what does this mean?"

"Don't rightly know, but Aiden thinks maybe it's time ya got initiated inta the club."

"What?"

Kimble didn't answer but kept his hand moving. Seth shuddered and climaxed, but again it wasn't enough. He was getting tired, but not getting off. Before he could whimper with more frustration, Kimble turned him and kissed him, swallowing it all down with each and every kiss. "Relax," Kimble whispered, "We ain't even close ta bein' done, you an' me."