A/N: Disclaimer: Refer back to Chapter 1.

WARNING: EXTREME OOC, LANGUAGE, SUGGESTIVE NARRATIVE

Chapter 3: Evading and Relinquishing

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Seraph lay on his bed, thinking about their dinner with Serph and Argilla. He smiled. She was…still as caring…

Flashback

Seraphim had just excused himself from the table. He probably went to the lavatory…well, it wouldn't be surprising considering that he had constipation. He laughed at that. Well, his brother shouldn't see him laughing…There would be hell to pay.

He shivered at that.

Serph had excused himself next, and now there was only him, Argilla and his parents. She was talking to his parents and he felt left out. He absentmindedly excused himself off that table.

He went up to his room and sat on his bed…He had been looking at her all night. He had been imagining doing things with her…just going to the beach…to a park…stargazing…

He sighed; this was pathetic.

He should really get a girlfriend.

He stood up and left his room. As he opened the door, he stood dumbstruck. Argilla was standing there, "Hi Seraph!"

He stood there, his mouth agape, "Er…hello." he said emotionlessly.

She smiled brightly at him, "Sorry…I didn't mean to intrude, but your mother had sent me up here to fetch you. She said that she needed help with something…"

"Oh…okay…" he said, still staring at her, "Er…thank you…"

She chuckled, "You're so cute…come on."

He blinked. His eyes widened; what was she doing? She took a step closer to him. His body began to heat up; sweat was beginning to form by his temples.

"Er…w-what a-are you doing…?"

She stopped when she was a mere meter away from him. Her hand reached out to touch his face. He panicked.

She made contact with his skin; he suppressed a groan. What was she doing?

"There! All better!" she said cheerfully.

Seraph looked at her as if she grew two heads!

She chuckled as she saw his expression, "You…" she pointed to her own lips, "you had something on the corner of your lips…"

She removed it from him? He felt like smiling but again, suppressed it, hiding behind the mask of indifference. But he was grateful all the same.

"Thank you…"

"Don't mention it." she said brightly. She then took his hand and dragged him downstairs, "Come on. The others are waiting."

Seraph felt ecstatic at that moment; her touch was causing his body to heat up. She was holding his hand…how he wished this moment would last forever…

End Flashback

He felt the place on his face that she had touched. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.

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Seraphim walked into the house; Argilla had left too. He had almost forgotten that he had taken his brother's clothes with him that day. Well, it was another reason for him to be there today; to bring them back.

He grinned; it was perfect, really. He didn't plan on getting it on with her again though. It was too damn risky. He got away with it once, but what of the next time? Besides, his situation right now was as delicate as it had always been since he made love to his brother's fiancée. After all, they could still figure out that Serph wasn't the one that she did the deed with that day…

His frowned; no, he wouldn't get caught. He just had to do everything in his power to assure that. 'What if she realizes the truth and confronts us about it?'

Nah. She wouldn't do that. It would look bad on her part. After all, if she already suspected, why did she not protest? He grinned; ah well, good old manipulative powers…They always did mange to get him out of several deep ditches.

Besides, it didn't even have to come to that. He'd just deny the entire thing, telling her that she was crazy. Or blame it on the imbecile. His mind began to wander at those possibilities. He laughed; that would serve his purpose well. Poor Seraph; if he got caught, Seraph can take the blame…after all, he was the imbecile. Seraphim laughed at that. Poor guy.

Oh well.

Shaking his head off the fantasy of not getting caught and getting caught, he focused on the task at hand. Yes; he was in his brother's house again. But like he said, he wasn't there to taste her again…oh no. As much as he would like to do that, he wouldn't. He had his fill; now, he couldn't afford to be greedy. He had a different agenda.

He came for a souvenir; he had been craving for one since their deed. He wanted something, anything to remind him of their swift and yet utterly passionate time together. He grinned; he knew what to look for. Granted it was cliché but he had to anyway.

First, he went for the laundry chute, "Well, goodbye…gaudy clothes." he said, waving at the shirt and pants as he dropped them in the laundry chute. Then, he focused on the real task at hand.

Making his way through the house stealthily, he went for their master bedroom. He looked from left to right looking for her closet. He grinned as he saw the feminine-looking closet by the window.

'This must be it.' he thought with anticipation.

He pulled the doors and let his eyes scan over her garments. His eyes widened as he held up lacy black lingerie. He blinked, 'She wears this sort of thing for Serph?' he wondered, feeling himself grow hard as he imagined what it would be like if she were to wear something like that for him.

Hm…

He shook his head again, silently reminding him that his time in this house was severely limited and every second counted; it could mean the difference between getting away with everything scot-free and getting busted. Damn.

His fingers left the provocative lingerie and went for the other drawers. His eyes widened and he grinned as he found what he had been looking for. It was her drawer for her simple underwear. They weren't overly dramatic and suggestive as the other one that he held; these were simple and cute.

'Her everyday underwear I suppose…' he thought absentmindedly.

He let his fingers go over the contents of the drawer unhurriedly. Granted he was in a hurry, but he forced himself to slow down and allow himself to pick out the color and the design that he wanted.

He grinned again as he found what he liked. It was a cute g-string that was baby-pink. It also had little piggy designs on it.

'How cute…'

He held in his hands and inspected it. His heart raced as he suddenly found the urge to smell it. Giving into his compulsions, he brought the underwear to his nose and he breathed it in slowly, closing his eyes. It smelled heavenly. It smelled like…

"Jasmine…" he uttered dreamily.

He was roused from his dreamy state however as he felt another presence in the room. The hair at the back of his neck stood; did he get caught? He sharply turned to the door's direction and widened his eyes in shock; there, on the threshold, was his brother, standing there with his eyes mirroring his own, his mouth agape.

"Serph?!" both yelled in unison.

Seraphim smirked; so it wasn't Serph. It was his imbecile of a brother. Ah yes, the fall guy. He suddenly felt a wrench in his gut; how much did this imbecile know about his activity in this house?

"You're not Serph." Seraphim deadpanned coldly.

The other person shook his head, "No, I'm not; and neither are you." he stated boldly. Actually, he had wanted to barf and laugh like crazy. This was the first time that he had ever seen Seraphim wear this kind of hairdo; Serph's hairdo. To him, it just looked comical. But still, there were more pressing matters at hand.

He could insult Seraphim on his "stupid" hairdo some other time.

Seraphim narrowed his eyes at his brother. How dare he speak to him this way? Seraphim scowled, "Wow…that was a clever observation Seraph; tell me, did you spend all night last night formulating such a response?"

Seraph's face hardened, ignoring his brother's condescending comment, "What are you doing here? In Serph's bedroom?"

Seraphim felt the seeds of panic being sowed onto his organs. Damn. What now?

"You were sniffing Argilla's underwear…" Seraph trailed off.

Seraphim's eyes flew to his brother's hands and there, he saw that he had it behind him. He smirked; he was hiding something at his back.

"Never mind that. What are you doing here? What have you there?" Seraphim interrogated, pointing to Seraph's hands positioned at his back. His grin widened as he saw the blush upon Seraph's face. He was definitely hiding something. Perhaps he was there for the same reasons he was. But…it that were so…then…

"Nothing." Seraph said quickly.

Seraphim took a step towards him; Argilla's pink g-string in hand, "Not nothing. You have something there and I want to know what it is. Otherwise, I'll just have to tell Serph that you've been in here too."

Seraph paled, "No! I'd tell Serph that you've been in here!" he countered.

Seraphim laughed bitterly, "Who'd believe you? You're the imbecile remember?"

Seraph growled, "Stop calling me that!"

Seraphim was grinning like mad within, 'Just…a bit more…'

Seraph pointed to him, "You're the one who's doing stuff in here!"

Seraphim smirked, "So that's what you took from her." he said, pointing to the hand that Seraph had used to point at him. Seraphim chuckled; the man really was an idiot. He didn't even notice. He was so easy to rile up.

It was a simple black bra. Seraphim chuckled, "Careful with that. If someone saw you carrying that, they'd think that you're wearing mum's underwear!"

Seraph growled, "Shut up! What about you huh? I saw you sniffing that!" he thundered, pointing to the g-string that he held.

Seraphim advanced towards him again, "You've been in here before haven't you? Before today that is…"

Seraph backed away, not liking where this was going, "W-what are you talking about?"

"I saw the way you looked at her…during dinner." He smirked, and said in a low tone, "You've had a taste of her too haven't you?"

"I…" He wasn't going to fall for Seraphim's traps! No way! This was another one of his mind games.

"Haven't you? That's why you're here…to take with you a keepsake so that you'd remember it always…because you know that that was the first and last experience of this sort you will ever have in your life!"

Something in Seraph burst as he listened to Seraphim's words. They had hurt; they had hurt because it was the truth. He just wanted to take something so that he'd always remember.

"What about you?" he asked, turning the tables back at Seraphim, "Why were you sniffing her…garments like that?!"

Seraph inwardly smirked as he saw a flash of emotion within his brother's eyes. He may not be that smart, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that he also had an inkling for their brother's fiancée. 'Probably…' He nodded; Seraphim must've also had "a taste of her" if he had wanted to get a souvenir that badly.

Suddenly, the smirk that Seraph had in his chest quickly evaporated replaced by fear as he saw his brother's face contort into a face of pure fury. His cheeks were burning up and his eyes narrowed like slits, his eyebrows knitted together, his lips set on a grim line. All in all, he was livid.

"Listen you little piece of shit, you don't breathe a word about this to anyone. You got that?!" he whispered dangerously, clenching his fists on his sides. Seraph gulped; he always hated it when Seraphim got mad. For some reason, people always favored him more than he; most especially in the 'honesty' department. So he'll admit that he wasn't exactly the holiest person in the family, but that didn't make him a compulsive liar either.

But then, he'd see how Seraphim would work his magic on different people. He had amazing abilities to manipulate people to make them see things his way. Damn.

He could only meekly nod in reply. No! Seraphim can't do this to him! He can't just leave him here to pick up the broken pieces! He can't just abandon him!

Seraph felt relief as Seraphim smiled again; a conniving smile, "Well, let's make a deal. We both know why we're here. I don't need to explain that. What I propose is that you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours. It means that I won't tell anyone of your escapades and you won't tell anyone of mine. Got that?"

Seraph nodded. Good.

Seraphim held out his hand, "Well, shake on it."

Seraph looked skeptic for a moment; he had always been the target of practical jokes like that anyway. But he quickly shunned those thoughts away as he saw his brother's mood change from calm into impatience. He grabbed the hand and shook it.

"Good. Now let's get out of here. They could be back any minute now." He went back to Argilla's drawers, carefully arranging the undergarments within just the way he saw it, er, before his playful hands touched them that is and carefully closed it, leaving no evidence that it had been tampered with.

Seraph nodded and followed his lead as Seraphim began to go down the staircase. They both stopped in their tracks as they heard the door creak open. Soon, voices followed. Seraphim cursed and gritted his teeth, 'Can't get caught!'

He quickly ushered Seraph back upstairs. He understood and dashed for the bedrooms again; not making a sound.

Seraphim went back to the hall. Sweat was beginning to form as he heard their voices.

"Serph…I'll just be upstairs. I'll be back; I forgot something in the bedroom." Seraphim heard Argilla say. He cursed; he was still in the hall. Where was his bastard twin brother anyway?

The bastard was probably already hidden! Damn! He dashed for the room across the bedroom; it was an empty one. Seraphim cursed; if she went in there, there would be nowhere for him to hide!

He pressed himself on the wall behind the door and prayed for the love of God that she wouldn't come in the room!

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Seraph tried his best to steady his rapidly and frantically beating heart. After Seraphim had told him to get back upstairs, he had dashed for his brother's bedroom and stuffed himself within the closet on the wall. The doors were like shutters and so, he could see what would transpire outside. His heart beat uncontrollably as he heard footsteps nearing his position. He took a deep breath and held it as he felt someone enter the room. He closed his eyes, 'Please don't look in here!'

His heart stopped as he heard a female voice humming in the room. He forced his eyes to open and press himself against the door in order to get a look at the person. He blushed as he saw Argilla in the room. She was wearing a dress that was cut just above her knees, fitting her curves carefully. It was a stringed lacy dress; baby blue in color. Her hair was in their buns that accentuated her long and slender neck and her collarbone. Her long creamy legs were exposed to him…they were spotless…

Seraph gulped, 'Wow…'

"Now…where did I put that?" he heard her say.

Argilla moved over to her vanity table and began to look into her box of trinkets. Seraph had a perfect view of her back. He saw the zipper of her dress and he suddenly had the urge to go up to her and pull it down…

He blinked; she stood and held something in her hand, "There you are."

It was a bracelet. She was about to put it on but accidentally dropped it. The little jade bracelet rolled and rolled and went under the bed. She growled and followed the bracelet. She knelt down and bent over, being on her hands and knees, looking for the small trinket. Seraph felt himself harden as he looked at her. She was on her hands and knees right before his eyes; her shapely behind was right in front of his face.

'Oh God…'

He had the strong urge to suddenly mount her and…

"There…!" she said, holding the bracelet in her hand. She quickly put it on. She then thought for a moment, "Hm…now where did I put Serph's handkerchiefs…?"

Seraph watched intently as she moved over to his brother's closets, "Hmph…not here…ah! Maybe…"

Panic gripped his heart as he saw her near his position. She stood in front of the closet and grasped the handle. She was going to look in there! She was beginning to turn the knob…when…

"Argilla!" came a muffled voice from downstairs.

She stopped, and walked away, "Serph…?"

Seraph released his breath; that was close…too close. As soon as she disappeared from the bedroom, he dashed out of the closet and left the room. He stopped as he heard two sets of footsteps climb up the stairs, accompanied by their voices.

"Well…what do you want to do now?" he heard Argilla speak.

"I don't really know…maybe just stay home…" came his brother's reply. Seraph blinked; he had to get out of sight. He looked from left to right and dashed for the room beside the master bedroom. He soundlessly closed the door.

'Damn! Where is Seraphim anyway? Probably already left!'

"Stay home? Why?" Argilla asked, "Come on Serph! Let's go!"

"…Well, okay…I suppose…" came his reply.

Seraph looked around him; nothing but covered up furniture. He walked along the walls, looking for a window. He gave himself a mental pat in the back as he saw his escape route. He grabbed the edges and pulled. Well, it was locked. Well, so much for that mental pat in the back.

He cursed; there had to be a way to have it opened! And no, breaking the glass wasn't an option.

'Besides…the neighbors would probably see too…'

Well, that was another factor. He just can't get out of the house like that; the neighbors could see and inform his brother. No. The best bet was to probably wait things out until his brother and Argilla left the house.

Damn…all this waiting was making him sweat like a pig!

He wondered how Seraphim was doing. His thoughts were cut short as the door to the room began to open.

'Shit!' he mentally cursed. He crouched down and hid behind a covered table.

"Hey! You idiot! Where are you?" the person whispered gruffly.

Seraph immediately stood, "Seraphim! Right here!" he whispered back. Seraphim grinned, "Now who looks constipated?" noting Seraph's pained expression.

Seraph's face fell; was he still not over that? For someone as dignified as his brother, he could be pretty immature at times; like now. But this was hardly the time or the place to confront him about it.

"Let's go!" he said suddenly.

Seraph blinked, "What about Serph and Argilla? They're still here!"

Seraphim rolled his eyes, "Just come on will you? I wouldn't have told you to go without securing our safety first!"

Seraph wanted to barf at that. Since when did Seraphim care about his safety? He snorted instead. Seraphim rolled his eyes again, "Well, whatever. I'm going if you don't believe me. Just stay here until you get caught!"

He disappeared through the door. Seraph followed, "Hey wait for me!" he whispered.

Seraphim looked back and motioned for him to be quiet and follow him. The two slowly tiptoed across the hall and stopped as they heard noises.

"What are they doing?" Seraph asked Seraphim with burning curiosity. Seraphim looked at him as if her were an idiot and was about to reply when the voices and noises cut him off.

"Serph…you're so naughty…" came a giggly voice from behind the door.

Then…

The two stopped dead in their tracks. They heard a moan…moans…groans…and…what was that? The rustling of clothes?

Seraphim snorted and motioned for Seraph to follow him as he resumed his movements. 'Typical…those two are humping like rabbits…' Seraphim thought dryly, rolling his eyes as he did so.

Seraph blushed as he understood and followed his older brother out. They descended the staircase slowly and made for the door.

They stealthily ran for Seraphim's car, getting on and closing the doors gently, yet firmly. They couldn't really slam the doors. Serph and Argilla may be busy but they could still hear them from their bedroom. The two let out a breath. Seraphim started the engine and drove off.

"That was close…" Seraph said, leaning back on the chair, closing his eyes.

Seraphim grinned, "Yes it was…but it was an exciting experience."

Seraph nodded; yes it was.

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The car pulled to a stop and Seraphim ushered Seraph out. Seraph blinked; it was their parents' house.

Seraphim grabbed his brother's wrist, "Remember. Not a word."

Seraph nodded, "Deal."

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Seraphim drove away with his prize in hand. Ah yes…his souvenir.

'Mission accomplished.' He grinned.

xxxxx

The big day had finally come. The crowd cheered as the bride and groom kissed each other passionately on the altar. Seraphim clapped and looked at them with a smile on his face. His brother Seraph looked content as well.

The reception after the wedding was good and the two brothers were seated on their table, having a toast of Champaign, "To us." Seraphim put up his glass.

"To us?" Seraph repeated.

Seraphim nodded, "Yup. To you and I, oh retarded brother."

"Hey!" Seraph half-yelled, narrowing his eyes.

Seraphim chuckled; he was too easy, "Just kidding! Jesus! Ahem…As I was saying. To us and our valiant deeds. To our heroic selves that allowed us to conquer any and every obstacle that came our way."

Seraph laughed, "Yeah…what you mean is that 'to us and to our great luck that we didn't get caught'!"

Seraphim nodded and touched their glasses, "Amen to that."

Seraph grinned; now it was his turn, "No offense to you Seraphim…but you really shouldn't wear Serph's hairdo…I don't think it suits you…" he chuckled.

Seraphim growled, "Shut up freak!"

They looked at each other and started to laugh once more.

The two laughed together and drank, unaware of the two pairs of eyes looking at them.

Argilla nudged Serph on his side, "Seraphim and Seraph getting along?"

Serph blinked and looked at her just as confused, "…I don't know when that happened…"

"Oh well…" she trailed off, "That's good anyway."

Serph raised an eyebrow. Something good? With Seraphim? That was highly doubtful.

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Argilla looked frantically for light pink g-string. It was one of her favorite pairs and now it had gone missing. She growled in frustration, "Where did I put that thing?"

She had searched her drawers left and right, inside and out and still couldn't find them. She crossed her arms; she had also searched the laundry chutes and they weren't there either.

She then nodded, "Right…it must've been the pair that Serph tore…" she sighed. Serph always did damage to her wardrobe. She frowned; that was why her expenses on clothes were always reaching a new all-time high. She sighed; even her bra was missing.

'Well,' she thought helplessly, 'as long as he buys me new pairs…I guess it's fine…'

Then she thought carefully, maybe it would be better if she bought them herself. But even then, she pondered over it, 'Or that I'll just have to buy extra pairs for each pair that I do buy…'

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FIN