(Two)

Kimble looked at Aiden, perplexed. What was going on here? He made a soft sound of confusion as Aiden tugged on him again. They went into the bathroom and Aiden started a bath. This room was reasonably clean, fresh towels were hung and things were put away. Aiden stepped into the bathtub as it was filling up and crouched down to cup the warm water over his face. The water level was rising and the water swirled about him, rising in steam about his body, making it glisten. Kimble's trembling grew worse and Aiden glanced up at him, his eyes all playful invitation. "You comin' in?"

Kimble stripped down and sat across from Aiden in the bath. The tub was small so they were very close to one another, knees to knees. He reached out and touched Aiden's face, seeking something, he just didn't know what. "Why's Babette callin' ya Master?"

Aiden shrugged and shut the water off. He reached for Kimble and lay back, covering the pilot over him like a blanket. Yes, that was better now. Cozy. He gently pressed Kimble's head to his chest as he spoke. "Babette live wit Aiden in N'awlinsz, usz. Jael come, 'e take all ze Maszter'sz Sziszkansz and deir Anjelsz. It wasz...it wasz 'orrible. Aiden take Babette an' we run, but not before Jael take 'er Anjel. 'E take 'er child, it–it..." He couldn't finish the thought so he went on to say, "Aiden bring Babette to a plaze 'e t'ink she gonna be szafe, me. 'E wasz wrong. Now Babette, she a ghoszt, not really alive any more, her. Aiden become 'er Maszter, it be ze only t'ing she reszpond to. If Aiden don' act ze Maszter, she don' wake, juszt szit like a dead t'ing. It make Aiden terrible szad, me."

" 'Grams cain't be Masters, not fer real," Kimble said softly. He was warm now in the water and content to have Aiden so close. He had been forgiven, something he had thought impossible. His joy was hard to contain. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about how wonderful it would be to be taken now, loved hard and bruised under this man's touch.

Aiden snorted softly. He was very much aware of Kimble's desire, but had something to say first. "Aiden don' believe in no rulesz, me. Zey sztopped applying to 'im a long time ago, my friend. Disz worl' done not'ing but 'urt me, why should I care 'bout no sztupid rulesz?"

Kimble looked up at him, feeling Aiden's words resonate inside of him. How often had he heard Zander say such a similar thing? He could feel Aiden's pain burning bright and he wanted none of it. He kissed his Siskan brother and made him quiet. He sent out a wave of Kundatesh, wanting Aiden to know just how much he loved him and how awful their separation had been. He was so terribly sorry, he really was. Aiden's response was immediate. He was hard and dominant, grasping Kimble's wet hair and using it to bring him closer in a devouring kiss. He started to pull Kimble from the water, but murmured his approval when Kimble used his telekinetic power to raise them both. They levitated and next tumbled laughing to the small carpet, splashing water all over without a care.

Aiden turned Kimble onto his side and slid in behind him, sandwiching himself between the pilot and the bath. He nibbled on Kimble's neck, biting gently as he teased the pilot's legs apart with a gentle, guiding hand, draping one furry thigh over his own, all the better to take his partner from behind. Kimble was shivering with anticipation and next moaned and shuddered as Aiden claimed him. Nothing felt as good as this, as that first moment of being taken, of being possessed. Kimble was lost in it, it felt so right, giving up like this. Aiden belonged there inside of him just as Kimble surrendered now his heart and soul to his lover.

Aiden seemed to sense it and his touch was gentle and loving. He closed his eyes and relaxed, just breathing in this moment, this simple pleasure of having Kimble again, right here, right now for his own. There were no words to describe the joy of feeling this, of Kimble's slippery, soap slick skin against his own. Of feeling the motion of Kimble's body undulating with his own, their combined motions a dance of their own. Kimble's deep breathing, his soft moans of pleasure, the rhythm of it was music to Aiden's ears, his hair a caress against Aiden's neck. The urgency they had felt the first time they had paired was gone, there was only this gentle love filled sharing of touch, sight and sound.

Kimble's body was leaking vibrations as well as joyful noise and soothing motion. His vibrations were of heartfelt passion and elation at their reconciliation. No words were necessary, there was only love, buckets and buckets of it streaming off of his skin. It was Aiden Kimble's soul had desired, and it was Aiden whom he had received. For the first time since they had met, Kimble was finally at some kind of peace.

Whatever joy Aiden had shared with Babette, it paled to this bombardment of pleasure on every measure of his senses. He loved his sister, he did, but the depth of emotion Kimble brought out in him was vast and deep, far more than Aiden's hardened heart ever had though itself capable of. This was lifesaving love and something Aiden desperately needed. "Keemble..." he breathed in a joyful whisper, unable to fully articulate what he was feeling.

The pilot laughed playfully against him, the vibration of it adding to Aiden's pleasure. Kimble's wings seemed to spread around them, only adding to the sensation of being cradled gently by Kimble's love. Kimble managed to raise a hand without losing his place and reached back to brush Aiden's face, needing to touch him as much as possible, as if the heat from Aiden's body along his backside wasn't enough.

Aiden laughed himself and quickly he turned to slide one of Kimble's fingers into his mouth. Kimble shuddered and groaned at the sudden added heat. He shivered off a vibration of intensified passion and the game subtly began to change. The pace quickened and they wrestled a bit, Kimble crying out for more. Aiden was all too willing to oblige. He reached down between Kimble's legs, chuckling when he found the pilot already slick with gel and ready for the first stroke of his hand.

"Alwaysz for you, zere will be my love..." Aiden breathed into Kimble's ear the moment he made contact. "Now an' forever..."

Kimble cried out and then it happened, the pilot felt that separation of body and mind. This had happened before, just a quick flash of it, in the Men's Room before Kimble had let things go so terribly awry. They had been rushed then but were not so now and the experience now was far more powerful and complete. He was floating above himself and Aiden was there in spirit, a ghostly image of himself not bound by time and space. Kimble laughed with joy, this special union had not happened to him often and then, as far as he could remember, it had only happened with Remy. The thief was the only one Kimble had dared to allow so close and now here it was, the unique sharing of love only the Lushna-esk could experience.

Aiden's spirit was in him, wrapped all around him, an explosion of love. It came as a huge vibration that swallowed Kimble whole. / Love you, my preciousz. Wit all I am an' all I 'ave. /

It was more than the pilot could take. Kimble bucked suddenly, gasping sharply as he came to his end. He shook and shook, an enthusiastic cry with every shudder. He would never be subtle about expressing anything, least of all his pleasure. He came hard and felt it when his lover followed with a convulsion and cry of his own. Sparkling glitter dust cascaded down on them both, the Dreamer had released more than sounds of joy with his pleasure, Morrowhiem was falling all around. It was more than Kimble could handle gracefully, a wave of black ecstacy came at him and swallowed him up in bliss. He was there on the small blue bath mat one moment and then gone the next, the blackness taking him in its familiar warm embrace.

He wasn't the only one taken. Aiden's mind and body cried out with deep welcome, embracing the wall of black as it crashed down on him. He wasn't out long, just enough to wake with that fantastic drunkenness flooding the pleasure centers of his computer driven brain. This was sweet, there was no guilt, no uncertainty. Kimble was his completely now, there would be no turning back. The thought of it made him shiver, sending more wisps of Morrowhiem up into the air around them.

It was only a moment later when Kimble's eyes slid open. Sparkling glitter lights were still drifting down on him from above, weightless in the air like dandelion seeds, shimmering against his skin like a caress. He was still on his side, Aiden's arms warm around him. He could feel soft breath on the back of his neck and then felt the Dreamer move.

"Uhhnn...heh," Aiden chuckled softly. "You sztill dere, preciousz?"

"Yeah," Kimble breathed, too happy to do more than just lay here like this.

Soft hands, familiar ones in a new way now, gently turned his head for a kiss. They touched like that for moment, lips pressed together with more than just simple passion, lovers now completely. Aiden looked down on him with all the adoration one heart could possibly muster. He said in a heartfelt whisper, "I will alwaysz remember our firszt kissz. We were asz chil'ren zen. Szomeday, I promisze, we will be dosze chil'ren again. No worriesz, no caresz. Only disz perfect love."

Kimble shivered, unsure of just what the Dreamer was talking about. Was it the kiss on the tarmac Aiden was speaking of or something else? He didn't care all that much, he was too overwhelmed. He sniffed back more tears and cried, "Keeps me ferever!" It was his last and ultimate surrender. "Please! I cain't be alone no more. I ain't so strong as you."

Aiden grasped him tightly, more Morrowhiem wisping off of his hands as he was filled with a sudden and intensely deep love. "My preciousz pilot, you are stronger zan you t'ink. You t'ink I do not know what it took for you to come 'ere, to lay your 'eart bare for me? You szell you'szelf short, my friend, szomet'ing I intend to fix, and fix for good, eh?" He paused and gave Kimble another deep and tender kiss. "Asz for ze od'er? Alwaysz we will belong to each other, alwaysz. Aiden will take care of you, zere isz no need to be afraid, you. Ever again."

Kimble shuddered with joy to feel it and fell against him, pushing to get as close as possible.

Aiden held him tightly, a bit blown away himself from all this. Not even Babette could make him feel this way. They were supposed to be together, this renegade Siskan and his bright, white pilot. That was the only explanation for the intensity of their feelings for one another. They lay tangled together there on the floor, kissing soft and easy now that the heat was gone, until Kimble's shivering became real.

Aiden rose and they went back to the bath. He freshened the water and they lay back down inside as they had before. Kimble was blown away and little more than a contented zombie now, his mind hopelessly numb and comfortable. He lay his head on Aiden's chest and tangled his fingers in his wispy blonde hair, dozing quietly now.

Aiden closed his eyes and relaxed, high himself from the backwash and content in a way he hadn't been since the last time they had laid together. This was his dream. To have this precious pilot become a part of him that could never be removed. This luscious heat and power. Bless the Spirits, Kimble was so beautiful! He put his arms around the pilot and felt him laugh softly in his sleep and tug on his hair again. Aiden shivered and a tear leaked out of one eye. What was he going to do? How was he going to keep this one safe when all he could see was Angel's death in his nightmares each night? He would do whatever it took, whatever was demanded of him.

He stayed until the water lost its heat and then moved them to the bedroom. They tumbled down next to Babette on the bed and Aiden pulled her close, wrapping his two charges closely around him. Kimble babbled something in garbled Siskan and reached across to Babette, taking her hand in a show of his acceptance of her presence there. They smiled at each other, both high now and then slipping back into sleep.

Kimble awoke a couple of hours later, his mind in a fog. He hadn't intended to stay here this long, surely someone from the Lab would come after him soon to bring him back. In a moment of arrogant defiance, he decided to stay as he was. If they wanted to come get him, fine. Until then, he would remain.

Restless, he rose from the bed and stretched. The other two were still out cold. He knew from Aiden's shine that he was sleeping deeply now, something he had needed to do for some time. The look of bliss on Aiden's face made him smile again.

Babette he hadn't been prepared for. He wasn't quite sure what to make of her. She was as beautiful as he remembered, but still found her submission to Aiden a surprise. Or was it, really? He had let Aiden take charge of him quite easily. Aiden's commanding presence was remarkable for a Siskan 'gram. It wasn't normal, but Kimble found he no longer cared. Like Aiden said, the rules no longer applied.

Kimble looked around him and as a natural caregiver, automatically began cleaning up the mess his Siskan kin had made. He let his mind wander as he worked, trying to figure out what he should do. He wanted Aiden badly and not just as a now and again thing. If he was going to do this thing, to take this kind of risk, it had to be done all the way. He didn't know if he could share Aiden with anyone else, but it seemed that Babette was there first. Clearly some things would have to be worked out.

Aiden woke up a short time later. He staggered from the bed, still out of it and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, looking happily rumpled and small. He found Kimble not far away, standing at the sink, washing the last of the dishes.

"What you do disz for, eh? Disz isz Aiden'sz messz. 'E can clean it, me."

Kimble smiled at him, happy now he was no longer alone. "It's all right, I don' mind. I likes ta take care of people."

Aiden smiled and stood close to Kimble, sliding his arms around him. "I'm glad you come back to me. It wasz...it wasz miszery wit'out you."

Kimble rinsed off the last dish and put it in the rack. He wiped his hands and turned to Aiden. "Maybe we kin asks if there's someplace we kin all stay together. Maybe my place or sumpthin'. They cain't keeps me locked up ferever and yous guys need lookin' after."

"Your plaze isz too szmall," Aiden protested, but without enthusiasm. The fact was he wanted to be at Kimble's. It served both of his purposes, it brought him closer to Kimble and Angel both.

"It's better than this," Kimble answered with complete honesty. He didn't like this room, it was too much like a prison and disheartening.

"Logan will not approve. He szcare' of Aiden now, t'inksz he dangerousz."

"He thinks alla of us Siskans're dangerous. Even Seth. Don' make no difference."

"Mebbe when he szay de guard no longer 'az to sztay. When he calm down a bit we try to work disz out. T'anksz," Aiden whispered, meaning it. He pulled Kimble into his arms again and just held him close, loving the fact that he was here again and still wanting him.

Kimble snickered softly and let himself be held. The vibrations of love coming from Aiden were strong and bright, so much of what he had needed for so long. He could detect no deception, no sinister intent. Only this glorious love. He had to be kissed again and pressed his lips against his lover, insistent.

"You like disz, yesz? Szo do I. You kissz szo nize, like no one elsze. I love you szo," Aiden whispered, breathless.

Kimble trembled, a small whimper escaping him. Those words, so deadly.

"You 'ave no fear, my love. Aiden will not die, not becausze of you...not unlessz you leave 'im all alone again. Dat wasz more dan 'e could bear."

"Stay with me," Kimble repeated.

"Aiden isz wit you, alwaysz. He will talk to Remy, szee when if mebbe you can sztay 'ere wit usz. Disz where you belong now, not in szome Lab all alone."

Kimble nodded and buried his face against Aiden's neck. He closed his eyes and hummed softly, making Aiden smile.

This was so nice...so nice, Aiden was thinking. The calm before the storm, the times to be savored. He hoped he wouldn't get too much resistance about moving Kimble in here. He needed to be close to Kimble, he had to keep watch over Kimble and his Angel. He would see them both safe.

Needing to vocalize his thoughts, the Dreamer said, "You szee, dere isz not'ing to fear. We gonna take care of eacho'der, den we gonna take care of Angel, neh?"

"She's gone from me. They tooks her away," Kimble replied, shivering as a tear threatened to fall.

"Mebbe for ze moment, but we'll get 'er back. We gonna do it toge'der, one sztep at a time."

Kimble grasped him all the more tightly. "I loves you so much!"

Aiden smiled, his shine shimmering brightly with all the love and acceptance he had been missing. Nothing made him feel the way he did as Kimble had spoken those words. It was going to be okay now, it had to be.

"Master?" Babette's soft voice came from the bed.

"Yesz, my love?" Aiden replied, not breaking his embrace with his treasured pilot.

"Cold it is, in here."

"Babette isz lonely," Aiden whispered in Kimble's ear. "Let'sz play."

"But-but -" Kimble sputtered uselessly as he was towed back to the bed. While he had anticipated that the presence of their sister in their strange new love would have to be dealt with, this he had not expected.

"Zere ain't no Chuckfet 'ere," Aiden asserted, his contempt obvious. "No Chuckfet looking over your shoulder, makin' sure leetle Keemble play by deir stupid rulesz. Non. Disz a Sziszkan placze wit Sziszkan rulesz. In disz placze, we all love and we all play."

Kimble was doubtful. He had spent seven years with humans, living by their rules and adopted their practices. Homosexual sex was bad, group sex right up there with it. By their rules, with Aiden now as his chosen partner, it was a kind of sacrilege to play now with another. It was taboo, contrary to what he had been trained for, but the scorn of humans around him had forced him to re-evaluate those things he had once been taught to be okay. Aiden was now asking him to forget that seven years of derisive reprogramming.

"I cain't," Kimble repeated, but with a lot less conviction.

He allowed himself to be moved, stood still as Aiden turned him to face his sister on the bed. "I want you to make her szmile. I want you to make 'er cum. And. I want to be inszide you when you do."

Kimble shuddered with instant arousal at the thought of Aiden's proposal, he simply couldn't help it. He was programmed to and he knew it. Really, since the moment he had seen her broken heart, he had wanted to do this, to give Babette comfort the best way he knew how. He wasn't the only one who agreed with such a choice. Time ta stop fightin' it, Kim, Zander whispered from within. This is what we are.

"Okay," Kimble agreed, surrendering.

"Good. Let'sz play!"

Kimble giggled loudly when Aiden suddenly lifted him as though he weighed nothing and playfully tossed him onto the bed. Babette caught him and they tumbled together, Kimble's laughter being drowned in a kiss. Here again was that intoxicating gel sweet taste in his mouth. It was too easy to give into it. "Hey, sis," he giggled, laughing against her.

"Brother," she replied and kissed him deeply, her hands on his cheeks bringing him closer. He was the only one who had been uncomfortable with this and that was fading fast. She spread her legs, opening up for him, and slid him inside. "Love me, you."

"Always," Kimble said with absolute honesty, shaking now as her emotions plowed into him. She accepted him freely as her brother and now, as Aiden's lovemate. He sensed on some level that this pleased her and it made this so easy, so easy. His kisses were deep and heartfelt, his love for her soaring bright.

Kimble awoke sometime later, unable to fathom how much time had passed. They had played and played hard, the three of them. With each passing moment, Kimble was being told by his kin that he was loved and found acceptable. Any reservations he'd had about playing like this had been blasted away by Babette's vibrations of approval. They had played and once exhausted, the three of them had all fallen asleep in a lazy contented pile.

Kimble now lay still, still too drunk from their passion to even try to rise. He heard the low grumble of Aiden's soft snoring in one ear, the light and easy breath of his sister in the other. He was warm, lost in the mist of their vibrations, hardly realizing that at some point Aiden had shifted and covered them all with the blankets. He was warm and contented in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. He was surrounded by the heat and loving vibrations of others. He had shown them his love in the way he had known best and both had responded in kind. There was no greater heaven for him than this bliss.

He wasn't the only one awake.

Kimble was aware that Babette was lying beside him, her eyes open and looking away. On the surface she appeared to be happy and he thought she was, but there was a deep undercurrent of sadness and loss in her shine. He didn't think it was directed at him. No, he felt that she was intensely pleased with him, that he was important to her in some way and that their play this evening had cemented that belief in her mind. It was something else that was making her sad.

She misses her Angel, Lin confessed in his tiny Siskan. If ya don'ts be careful, that'll be us, too.

This won't be us, Kimble promised himself. I'll takes real good care of m' Angel. I have all along, no matter what no one says.

With Aiden by our side, we kin be shure of it, Zander promised, confident that with the Lover's boosted spirits, nothing could defeat them. We're stronger than her, we've always been. We are the Purple. You just gots ta stop screwin' around and everythin'll be fine.

"You okay?" Kimble whispered softly, reaching out to touch her hair, to gently brush it from her eyes. "Let me kiss ya. I kin takes yer pain."

Babette smiled at him, saying nothing, but giving in. She turned and their lips met in a gentle kiss. He poured out as much love as he could, honestly meaning it. As he did, he felt the Dreamer stir and embrace him, holding him close from behind, sending his approval. Kimble touched her gently, soothed away her hurts until he felt her fall asleep, then simply held her close

"She'll be okay," Aiden whispered. "She 'asz usz bot' to look after 'er now."

"I loves ya. I loves ya both," Kimble replied, feeling the drowsiness come on him again. Aiden kissed his shoulder gently, his hands softly touching until they both slipped away themselves.