J
immy walked outside the following morning in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt to gather up some firewood to take inside when he is startled by a strange man getting out of a beat up truck just outside of the gate.
The man was tall, perhaps taller than Victor. His hair was mostly white with a few random black streaks in it, bits of color desperate not to give in to the demands of time. He was wearing a thick plaid jacket with faded jeans tucked into his boots. Jimmy couldn’t figure out how old the man was by his looks, but he had the aura of one who had seen much. What is most shocking were his eyes. They seemed to almost glow in the man’s head. Jimmy made sure to look everywhere but those damned eyes.
“Well, hello there,” the man greeted him in a voice of warm dark honey. As he walked into the yard, he offered a thick, strong hand for Jimmy to shake. “You must be James, Victor’s friend. He told me a lot about you.”
“I prefer to be called Jimmy,” he replied softly, watching his own hand become engulfed in the others. “Victor never mentioned you.”
“I see.” The stranger seemed to be very disapproving of this, his grip tightening slightly. “Well, my name is… Romano. I’m the land lord of this place, if you will. I was just coming up to make sure you boys were doing all right.”
“We’re doing fine, sir, couldn’t be better.” Jimmy noticed how warm Romano’s skin is. Logan noticed that Romano was refusing to let go.
Jimmy also couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew this stranger from somewhere. He glanced up quickly, so as not to appear rude.
“I’m glad to hear that, James,” Romano grinned, his eyes sparkling brightly in the morning sun. Jimmy and Logan were both finding his gaze very disconcerting. Something was telling them to not only look away, but get away as fast as they could.
Romano was having none of that, though. He reached out with his free hand and gently forced Jimmy/Logan to look him directly in the eyes. “We need to have a little talk, James,” he intoned.
Jimmy took in a sharp breath as Romano’s eyes seemed to fill his face-
And just like that, Jimmy and Logan were both completely out of commission.
Romulus grunted, as he moved James to stand in front of him. He pulled James back against his chest, taking in a deep breath of James’s hair. “Oh, how I have missed you, boy,” Romulus murmured, ghosting his lips along James’s neck.
His mind wandered to brief stolen moments during World War II, fevered fucks in Vietnam. Of course, Romulus had to wipe James’s memory of each and every event. But, oh, the feeling of this man’s body under his, begging him and pleading with him for more.
But there was no time for that today. Victor would be waking up soon, and Romulus had a job for the brothers to do.
Romulus began to massage James’s shoulders, placing light kisses on the back of his neck. “I need you to take care of something for me, James,” he whispered.
James moaned appreciatively, grasping Romulus’s hips with a backwards clutch and grinding his ass against the other man. “Anything for you.”
It takes every bit of self control Romulus has not throw James on the snow covered ground and fuck the man senseless. Romulus truly hates Victor for making James so weak.
But his many long years have taught him the value of patience.
Romulus managed to pull his body away. “I need you to go with Victor on his next mission. Remember those strange metal rocks Stryker has been looking for?”
James turned around and sucked small bruises onto Romulus’s neck that quickly fade. “Yeah,” he gasped, clearly not giving a good god damn about any rocks.
Romulus roughly jerked James’s head back by his hair, hovering their mouths only scant millimeters from each other. “You are to make sure that you find the rocks in the basement in what looks like an old Egyptian Sarcophagus after the two of you secure Dr. Essex,” Romulus commanded. And then he was roughly kissing James, their tongues wrapping around each other like mating snakes.
Romulus could barely contain himself when James suddenly opened his pants and started jerking him off. “Stop that, James,” Romulus hissed, though it was clear that this is not really what he wanted. “I can’t let you go back in smelling of me.” He lightly kissed James’s finger tips. “Go back in the house, put these clothes in the laundry. Take a shower and get Victor to join you. I will be in Victor’s mind. I know it’s not exactly the same. But in a few short weeks, no one will ever separate us again.”
James was moaning, writhing like a bitch in heat. “I want you, not Victor,” he begged, starting to go down on his knees. “It’s been too long. Give me what I need.”
Fuck, the little minx was getting good at manipulating him. But Romulus was still stronger, and he urged James back to his feet to go into the house. “Soon, my love, soon. We will be together forever, a proper family. It will be just the three of us, you, me, and your son.”
Romulus watched regretfully as James slid back into the subconscious and Jimmy took control as he slipped back into the house. Romulus got an excellent view of Jimmy’s back as the man stripped off his shirt before disappearing into the house.
By the time he got the truck a mile away from the house, Romulus pulled over to let his mind ghost into Victor’s.
Victor was shocked to find the bathroom door open. Jimmy had been so private about these things lately.
But this morning was different. Jimmy was standing in the hot shower, slowly rubbing soap over his chest. One look into his little brother’s sleepy gaze, and Victor was hooked. Sleep clothing discarded on the floor, Victor quickly joined Jimmy.
Jimmy pushed his hands away. “Let me,” was all Jimmy said to Victor before he starts licking his shoulders, traveling down each arm with intense thoroughness. Victor/Romulus groans as Jimmy laved his attention to his chest before swirling down to his navel.
Romulus groaned as Daken suddenly appeared beside him and undoes his pants. Romulus found the boy to be a poor substitute for his father. With Daken, it’s always about power. With James, it’s about the pleasure they bring each other and the power they augment in the other. As Daken swallowed his boss in one sure suck, Romulus could feel James’s mouth on Victor. And dear gods, it was like being sucked off by two men at once.
Victor dimly felt like he was being watched, but quickly lost the ability to think straight when Jimmy turned him around and started using his tongue to open his brother up. Victor was forced to brace himself against the wall. A voice in his mind urged him, “Just this once, let Jimmy fuck you. What would it hurt just this once?”
Victor reached behind to touch the top of Jimmy’s head while his little brother’s tongue was pulsing and stabbing inside of him. “I want you inside me, Jimmy,” he groaned. He moaned at the loss of Jimmy’s talented tongue, but Victor was quickly gasping in anticipation as his brother was tormenting him by rubbing his cock against him. “Fuck me, Jimmy. I want you to fuck me all ready.”
And Logan was more than willing to oblige. He slammed into Victor’s body, nearly coming the instant he was balls deep in Victor. But something was holding him back, displeased with his return.
Logan didn’t give a rat’s ass and started riding Victor mercilessly, slamming into him over and over. “Come on, come on,” he babbled, at least agreeing with Jimmy to take his brother’s leaking dick in hand and massage Victor roughly.
The two men were screaming. And in the truck, Romulus shuddered gratefully through orgasm. He noticed that Daken has opened his own pants, and had worked Romulus’s hand to pleasuring him in return. Well, fair is fair.
And Romulus promised himself that, when this was all over, he was going to rebuild Daken to be a bit more “Jimmy” like.
Soon, Victor would be dead and James would have no memory of his brother having ever existed. James would be made into the living weapon that Romulus had always wanted him to be. James and Romulus would rule Romulus’s personal empire, side by side. Lovers, warriors, partners. A family, with Daken as their son, the good little soldier carrying out his fathers’ orders.
And they would all be happy together until the day they die.
