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“Come here and taste this,” Vincent said after I started the cooker. He held up a spoon covered in sauce. I gently grasped his wrist to guide his hand. Our eyes met as I tasted the sauce. His golden eyes dilated as I licked the spoon. “Hmmmm,” I murmured. “It’s very good.” Vincent’s mouth fell open as he watched. His breathing hitched, and my fingers tightened around his wrist of their own accord. “I didn’t think your eyes could get any darker,” he whispered, swallowing hard. “You’ve watched my eyes, Vincent?” I whispered in return as I stepped closer to him. “How else would I know how much trouble I was in back then?” I smiled at him. “How much trouble are you in now?” He tried to glare at me. “I’m the rookie here. Will you just do something?” “So much for my carefully planned seduction,” I sighed stepping almost flush with him. “Dammit, Rick...” I took his mouth then. I’d always wanted to shut him up mid-tirade, but I’d never dreamed it would be while claiming such a delicious kiss. That sauce with the wine was really nice on his tongue. His mouth was hot and sweet. His lips trembled with the newness of the kiss just before he opened for my tongue. I wondered if this was his first kiss. I hoisted him up on the counter so that he was above my head. Vincent deepened the kiss as I undid his ponytail and sank my fingers into that thick, silken mass. Hardcase may have been a rookie in this, but he was always a lightning fast study. He was ravaging my mouth with that deadly tongue and weakening my knees by the time the rice cooker clicked off.
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A Soldier’s Choice
By D.L. Warner
1 The first time I held him in my arms was an accident. I grabbed Vincent to pull him back from the abyss. I could not believe it when I saw him lurching toward the edge on his damaged leg. He had done his job. We both gave almost all we had. The mission was finished. We had sent the hulking, fiery menace back to whatever hell it had come from. But Vincent was still trying to fight – still determined to punish himself. He would never admit to that, but he was punishing himself for still breathing when so many were not. I knew what he was doing because I, too, had been intent on self-destruction. He had the same haunted, guilty look in his eyes that I saw when I looked in the mirror each morning. It was wrong for him to feel that way. His transgressions were minor in the scope of that accursed conflict that tore him from our world. His life was worth more than that. Seeing Vincent again made me consider the possibility that mine was worth something, too. I grabbed him as he staggered toward that burning chasm. I used all the strength I had left to jerk him back against me. Momentum took us down the incline. I rolled over curling around his lithe body to shield him from other blasts. It was surprising that he didn’t fight me. The inevitable final explosion startled him. I pulled him closer. “I’ve got you, Vincent,” I murmured into his ear. “I’ve got you.” When the chasm fell silent, I carefully turned us over, but kept him close to my body. I managed to sit up against a large rock. Vincent was sprawled across my lap. Despite the pain, his closeness felt better than anything I could have imagined. “Don’t try to move. I don’t think either of us can get far,” I said quietly. “I wasn’t planning to,” he replied softly. Vincent pulled away slightly to look at me. His large, amber eyes were curious. I looked back putting all I felt into my expression. Vincent’s eyes widened in surprise and his cheeks flushed, but he did not avert his gaze. His regard grew warmer before he eased back against me and rested his head on my shoulder. I held him until our rescuers arrived to pull us apart. I didn’t see Vincent Greven for some time after that night. We were both hospitalized for many weeks. I’d gotten badly battered and cut up. Somehow, I didn’t re-injure what had just healed on the right side of my face. I had heard that Vincent had suffered something like the bends in coming back from the other side of the portal. He was hospitalized in a special wing working with Jenn Saxl, the base specialist on Altered physical therapy. I was not lacking for visitors though. The nurses fawned over me. I don’t think I’ve heard the word Colonel said so coquettishly. There must be something about a brooding man with a scar on his face that gets to the ladies. I overheard them saying amongst themselves that the thin, jagged line made my dark-haired good looks more mysterious. There was something tragically romantic about me now, I suppose. Then there were all
the sponge baths. I may have felt like a pale, husk of my former self, but apparently my body was still the same as it ever was. The nurses weren’t my only visitors. My saner squad members were there frequently. While I was genuinely moved by their feelings toward me, it was hard to take the near desperate need in them for me to be the same man I was before the scars of two years ago. Their visits drained me more than my injuries most days. The next time I saw Vincent was at the military tribunal. He looked better than when I last saw him. His long blond hair was in its usual thick ponytail hanging past his shoulders. He wore loose fitting black training fatigues. Though the attire was like pajamas, I could still see the lines of his lean muscles. His angelic face was as fierce and determined as ever. Only I saw how haunted those amber eyes were. Our gazes connected just before the hearing. Again, I let all that I was thinking and feeling show for that instant. His eyes widened in surprise again. Though he blushed deeply, I saw understanding in those eyes. The hearing was mercifully short. The Tribunal glossed over our actions of two years prior in both our cases and, for once, sanely focused on our risking our lives to protect the government in dire circumstances. It was wise that they took that tact. I had a folder with plenty of proof that it was one of our own who had opened the portal between worlds two years ago in the hopes of finding even more power. We also had data from the probe vessel that came before the behemoth. Our invaders knew very little about Vincent Greven except that he had been thrust into their realm at the time the portal was opened. Apparently, they didn’t have custody of him long enough to even know he was an Altered. Vincent and I had raised a lot of hell before he disappeared, but we were in no way responsible for that thing attacking the capital city. The outcome of the Tribunal hearing could not have been more ironic. We lost nothing save for any hope of advancement in the military. Vincent was even granted his back pay for two years. I almost laughed out loud. Vincent never wanted a career in the military, and my own lust for power ended when he disappeared. We were left alone for a moment after the Tribunal filed out. I knew there wouldn’t be much time before our friends and colleagues rushed in. “Hardcase,” I murmured as I approached him. I let the fondness I felt color the use of that nickname. “Blitz,” He quipped in return. His smile was warm. “Look, Vincent, if you need to be somewhere quiet for a while,” I said extending my card. “I know what it means to need time...away from everyone...” “Thanks,” Vincent replied, gazing up at me with huge eyes. He was struggling to say something, but then we heard the others coming. “Thanks, Rik.” “I hope you two aren’t fighting,” Jenn Saxl said from the entrance. Her hands were on her hips. “They couldn’t be,” Ouida Remak, my assistant, quipped dryly. She eyed us both curiously. “The furniture is still in tact.” Almost everyone connected to us rushed into the room then. Most of the squad had not seen Vincent since he disappeared. He got hugged and tousled from one end of the room to the other. I don’t think anyone of them really heard the outcome of the hearing. Vincent seemed pleased to see everyone – especially his brother. Though the young man had hardly been far from Vincent’s hospital bed, there was a wonder in their expressions
when they looked at each other, like they still couldn’t believe they found one another again. I also saw the same desperate need in everyone for Vincent to be the same boy they once knew. It was easy for me to see that he wasn’t. He had matured into a man. Physically, Vincent was as lithe and graceful and as deadly as ever though taller than anyone thought possible. His face was more defined. There were planes and angles instead of soft roundness. He moved with more sureness and less bravado. However, despite the strong jaw line that offset the huge eyes with the dark fringe of lashes and the pouty lips, Vincent was still more beautiful than handsome. He still had that heavy, silken golden ponytail. That was enough for most around him to still see the boy. I clearly saw the man. I also saw longing in Vincent’s last glance at me before he was hustled away to find lodgings. The next time I held him was by design. Those who know me well believe that I have absolute confidence in all my designs and schemes. This was never true where Vincent Greven was concerned. Mercurial didn’t begin to describe Hardcase. He earned that nickname his first week of advanced training. It was just as likely that he would run from his pain and from me to protect his loved ones. I had no idea if he would take me up on my offer or if we were even speaking the same language. Three days passed after the hearing. I was resting my battered body and mind and trying to figure out whether I could really put on that uniform again. I spent the third day reading and dozing and trying to ignore the liquor cabinet. That was getting harder to do each day. The knock was a blessed distraction from my own thoughts. I almost didn’t care who it was. Vincent Greven stood on my stoop with a rucksack in his hand. He gazed up at me with uncertain eyes. I had never seen him look more vulnerable. “I...I...uh,” he began softly. “It was so crowded there...” “Come in, Vincent,” I said opening the door wide. He entered the house while giving me a long, sardonic, sidelong glance. “I hope you know what you’re doing. We could barely get through a debriefing without nearly coming to blows.” I laughed at that. It felt good to really laugh. “So what if we do?” Vincent nodded. He even smiled. “Where do I put my stuff?” “The bedroom. There’s space in the drawers and the closet,” I replied. After a few moments, Vincent ambled into the livingroom. The smart alec smirk was back on his face. His eyes had a sparkle to them. “You travel pretty light, Colonel,” he quipped. “You have about as much to your name as I do. And, there’s only one bed.” “A soldier never needs much. And the bed is of ample size,” I replied dryly. “I splurged on that. Besides, you still don’t take up much room.” Those nearly golden eyes flashed then. He almost responded with that infamous temper. A slow smile spread across his face instead. “I’ve grown up some, and you know it.” I knew Vincent was still an innocent in many ways, but the sensuality in his tone surprised me. My body responded, forcing me to clamp down. I had to handle him carefully. We were both too raw for this to blow up in our faces. I smirked in return. “You have a way to go to grow into that mouth, Hardcase.”
“Maybe,” he replied easily. “Are your cupboards as bare as your closets? I’m starving.” I was relieved to find that Vincent was as mercurial as ever. He stalked into my kitchen and looked in all of my cabinets and the fridge. He whistled at what he found, then peeked at me. “Quite a spread here, Rik,” he murmured. “Were you that sure of me?” “Never, Vincent,” I replied softly. I ached to touch him then. “I could never be sure of you. I could only prepare as best I could and hang on...” Vincent liked my reply if his smile was any indication. “You did alright, Rik.” With that, he started pulling items out of the fridge and the pantry while dictating a list of equipment he would require. Finally, he slid a package of flank steak in my direction. “Thin slices,” he said as he placed vegetables in a row on his side of the counter. “You don’t have any garlic.” “Never liked the stuff.” “It’s good for you, and it can be sweet when it’s cooked right,” he replied while deftly chopping the vegetables. “We can pick some up tomorrow.” Something about that statement made my heart lurch. He would be with me tomorrow and we would be shopping. “Marketing? I just stocked up.” “We should have something fresh everyday,” he replied as he worked. “That’s good for me, too?” “Yeah,” he smiled. “The walk will do us both good.” “All this good food and walking made you grow?” “Maybe. I rested more than when I was under you,” he replied. It was an innocent response, but I nearly lost a finger reacting to it. “Be careful. You have too much gristle for this dish,” Vincent said playfully. I actually blushed under his sparkling gaze. “I’ve risked life and limb for this meal. Does this pass muster?” He looked over my work then nodded. “That’s good. Salt and pepper that. Have any red wine?” “For the dish?” “And for you,” he replied. “You need to relax.” “Brat,” I muttered as I left the room. “Geezer,” I heard him retort as I rummaged through the liquor cabinet. That made me chuckle though I was barely in my 30s. My heart felt lighter than yesterday or many days before that. The wine I found was a gift from my beautiful and loyal personal assistant, Lieutenant Remak. I was certain that she meant for us the share the bottle. It was a very fine and potent vintage. That situation always made me sad. I just couldn’t feel more for her than friendship though I knew she would be very good for me. It was a credit to her that she still considered me a friend and insisted on remaining in my squad despite my lack of response. I only hoped that she didn’t still wish for more. Still, good wine should never be wasted. I opened the bottle then poured two glasses. Vincent raised a golden brow when I set a glass in front of him along with the bottle. “It’s good for you,” I said, raising my glass. Vincent picked up his glass and sipped the wine just as I did. He licked his lips and sighed appreciatively.
“Nice,” he murmured. I raised a brow at him. He shrugged with a small smile. “I learned about wine and beer while I was away. Will you make the rice?” He poured some of the wine into the pan with the meat and vegetables. I took out my rice cooker and did as I was asked. “Come here and taste this,” Vincent said after I started the cooker. He held up a spoon covered in sauce. I gently grasped his wrist to guide his hand. Our eyes met as I tasted the sauce. His golden eyes dilated as I licked the spoon. “Hmmmm,” I murmured. “It’s very good.” Vincent’s mouth fell open as he watched. His breathing hitched, and my fingers tightened around his wrist of their own accord. “I didn’t think your eyes could get any darker,” he whispered, swallowing hard. “You’ve watched my eyes, Vincent?” I whispered in return as I stepped closer to him. “How else would I know how much trouble I was in back then?” I smiled at him. “How much trouble are you in now?” He tried to glare at me. “I’m the rookie here. Will you just do something?” “So much for my carefully planned seduction,” I sighed stepping almost flush with him. “Dammit, Rick...” I took his mouth then. I’d always wanted to shut him up mid-tirade, but I’d never dreamed it would be while claiming such a delicious kiss. That sauce with the wine was really nice on his tongue. His mouth was hot and sweet. His lips trembled with the newness of the kiss just before he opened for my tongue. I wondered if this was his first kiss. I hoisted him up on the counter so that he was above my head. Vincent deepened the kiss as I undid his ponytail and sank my fingers into that thick, silken mass. Hardcase may have been a rookie in this, but he was always a lightning fast study. He was ravaging my mouth with that deadly tongue and weakening my knees by the time the rice cooker clicked off. Vincent tore his lips from mine, but I had him by that glorious mane of hair. He wasn’t getting far. Those hooded amber eyes met mine as we panted at each other. “Supper’s ready,” Vincent rasped. Lord, I didn’t want to let him go, but I did. Patience was something I always harped on when Vincent was in my squad. I couldn’t give in to the intense wave of lust washing over me. I reluctantly released his hair then set him on his feet. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I wanted to grab him again; he looked so beautiful in that aroused state. I took a deep breath myself. “I’ll dish the rice.” “Okay...thanks,” he murmured. We took our plates and the wine to the dining room and dug into the meal. I sighed after the first taste. “This is really good,” I said appreciatively. “Thank you.” Vincent smiled shyly. “I like to earn my keep.” We ate in comfortable silence for a few moments. I sensed that Vincent was watching me, but didn’t say anything. “You didn’t seem surprised to find me in that fight,” he said.
“Let’s see, a fiery cataclysm from the bowels of hell...where else would you turn up?” I chuckled. Vincent smiled a small smile. “I tried to stop it from getting here.” I was certain he had tried mightily and was broken-hearted to have failed to prevent the hellacious attack. “I know you did, Vincent,” I said holding his gaze with mine. “Forgive my selfishness, but I cannot help being glad you are here no matter the circumstances.” “I’m glad to be back,” he admitted. “I never thought I could be so alone for so long...Still, I don’t know why it’s also hard for me being back. I feel unsettled...” “I understand,” I said. And I did. He nodded at that then went back to his meal. After savoring the last of the wine, we cleaned up the kitchen. Vincent left me to sprawl on the sofa while I considered options for a hot after-dinner drink. I thought about coffee, but decided neither one of us needed to be wound up. I spotted some cocoa in the pantry. There was fresh milk and cream, so I made enough for a mug apiece. I also added a shot of good cognac for a kick. Vincent looked tempting sprawled across half my sofa. He was quietly regarding the fire. His amber eyes looked more golden in that light. His softly mussed hair reflected the reds and orange. “Have some hot cocoa,” I said offering the mug. “Cocoa?” Vincent snorted. “Are you going to tuck me in and read me a story, too?” “I’m having some as well, Hardcase,” I replied. “And this has a real kick to it.” He took a sip and his eyes widened. “You’re one twisted man, Rik.” I settled next to my new companion with a chuckle. He moved closer so that our shoulders touched. “How did you leave things with your brother and the Saxls?” “They were confused,” he replied. “Confused?” He laughed softly. “About me wanting to come to you. We fought a lot, Colonel.” “They thought I would harm you?” “They thought we would fight all the time,” he explained. “We won’t fight all the time. We have to sleep.” He smiled at that. “I think they were hurt that I needed more than they can give.” “Yeah...my squad has been the same for the most part – well. Some of them. The sane ones.” We sipped our drinks in silence. It was very soothing. So was Vincent’s presence. “What are we doing here, Rik?” He asked. “How will this work?” “We’ll probably fight and laugh and cry,” I replied. “We’ll let each other be raw and moody and angry.” “Will we be lovers?” He asked in a very soft voice. His gaze remained fixed on the fire. “I want that very much,” I admitted easily. “Why?” I looked at his profile in the soft light. “Aside from your being beautiful, Vincent, something felt incredibly right when I held you on the battlefield. I haven’t felt something that right in a very long time. But I don’t want to be another person pushing you.”
He rested his golden head on my shoulder then and put his free hand on my thigh. We sipped our drinks in silence for a time, enjoying the last of the fire. “For once, you pushed just right,” he whispered. “What do you want for breakfast?” I asked feeling extremely happy. “My omelets are pretty good.” “Let’s eat out. We can do the marketing then and get the news of the day,” he replied. “I get the newspapers, Vincent.” “But café news is the news of the people,” he replied peeking up at me through the veil of hair. “Best intelligence there is, and there are tasty white sausages.” I made a note to buy tasty white sausages, so we could sleep in now and then. However, I had to guard against the strong temptation of trying to keep him all to myself. Vincent meant a great deal to a lot of people, and despite his current skittishness, he needed that attention to fully heal. “Let’s ask Bobby and Jenn to breakfast,” I suggested as I took the mugs to rinse out. “They can see for themselves that we haven’t beat each other unconscious.” Vincent snorted at that causing me to smile again. When I came out to the living room, I spied Vincent yawning. I offered my hand to pull him off the sofa and into the bedroom. “The room gets chilly once the fire dies down, but I have plenty of blankets. “I have you,” he replied with a shrug. “You felt really warm even through the uniform – must be the energy flow.” “Alright. I’ll change in the bathroom.” “Why?” He asked mildly. “Get shy on me, Colonel?” “Brat,” I murmured as I pulled my shirt from my waistband. “I was trying to be considerate.” “Don’t strain yourself,” he retorted. “You’re a ruthless bastard who takes what he wants. Don’t get soft on me.” He was using my own words against me and in the most unexpected circumstances. I was amused and really turned on. “Oh, I am far from soft, Vincent,” I murmured grasping his waist pulling him against me. He moaned into my mouth melting into me even while he struggled with my clothing. That was my Vincent, always giving as good as he got. Somehow, we managed to undress each other during that long, hungry kiss. When I finally had his lean, muscular body splayed across my bed, Vincent was panting breathlessly while eyeing me like we were in the midst of a spar. I sensed that this time, he didn’t want to pin me. Vincent wanted me to overwhelm him – to take him out of himself. And he wanted to learn. Our fiercest battles happened when the kid wanted to push the limits of his skills. It appeared that we detested each other, and that Vincent was intent on destroying me. I had always known better. “Lord, you are beautiful,” I whispered before kissing him again. This kiss was slow and gentle as I lay on my side next to him with one leg over his slim, corded thigh. I caressed him slowly, running my hand over his skin and learning where he was sensitive to touch because of his injuries. The young man was very responsive. He moaned and his breath hitched often as my fingers moved across his body. His skin was satin over honed muscles and warming under my caress. Touching him was as addictive as kissing him.
I raised my lips from his to gauge how he was responding. His eyes were dilated and dreamy; his lips were slightly reddened. I moved to taste the skin along his throat. Vincent gasped as I gently sucked on the curve between his neck and shoulder. He was very sensitive in those places, so I was careful to not cause discomfort. Fortunately, much of Vincent’s skin had many areas that sparked intense arousal. Flicking his nipples made him arch off the bed. Lapping his adorable navel made him writhe beneath me. I couldn’t get enough of the sounds he was making. But with Vincent, his mouth was a blessing and a curse. “Dammit, you sadist,” he rasped. “Finish me or so help me...” I took his erection in my mouth to the root savoring his taste and his shape and the satiny feel of his skin. Even there he was satin over steel. I wanted to do so much more that night. I had notions about taking him slowly with my mouth. But my Vincent would not allow that. He was so responsive that I couldn’t resist bringing him to climax. “Oh. My. God, Rik!” he moaned before releasing in my mouth. I took all he had, sucking him until he was limp. I was tired, but still horny and unsure of how to proceed. My beautiful lover had completely flummoxed me. I had barely caught my breath when those strong arms were pulling me up his prone body to kiss me thoroughly. One of his elegant hands had me by my hair while he ravaged my mouth. My unattended erection throbbed painfully against his leg. I gazed at him when he ended the kiss. He looked incredible in that state of bliss. “You look like an angel,” I whispered. “Fuck me, Rik.” An angel with a potty mouth. He kissed me again, arching against me. “You want to, I know...I want you to...I need you to...” Any misgivings fled my brain along with the rest of my blood. I couldn’t refuse him anything, I realized. “You’ll have to relax,” I murmured. Vincent chuckled. “I have no bones. How much more can I relax?” I reached for lube in my nightstand and slicked my fingers. “You’ll have to trust me...” “Rik, I’m naked in your bed with my legs open waiting to get banged,” he replied in exasperation. “I don’t think trust is a problem.” There was no reply for that, so I gently but firmly pressed my fingers inside him. We kissed until I felt him relax against my fingers. Then, I began to stretch him, searching for his sweet spot. I knew when I found it. Vincent’s slim, muscular body nearly bowed off the mattress, and he cried out into the kiss. “Ah...dammit, Rik...please...” There was no resisting the plea in that husky, needy voice. This beautiful, blond angel was writhing beneath me begging for my body. I quickly slicked my erection, and then pushed into him praying that I wouldn’t explode as soon as I was inside his tight heat. “Look at me, Vincent. I want to see your eyes...” The golden eyes were intense. Everything he was feeling was there for me to see, and it took my breath away. “I can’t believe that you’re here and you’re mine,” I said haltingly. “You are mine, aren’t you?” “Ah...Rik...yes...yes...please...”
“You will let me have you the way I want, but tonight...” I growled shifting my hips and thrusting in earnest. I grasped Vincent’s awakened erection and stroked him in tandem with my thrusts. His mouth fell open as I hit his sweet spot over and over. All of his barriers, his bravado fell away before me. I saw the vulnerable, untried young man trusting me not to hurt him. He couldn’t help me, but I didn’t mind. There was something satisfying about taking Vincent during our first time. We would make love the next time. This time, I was claiming him. It didn’t take long. He felt too good and sounded too good, and I had been alone too long. He climaxed just before I did. We cried out in unison, our gazes locked. Something powerful and tangible passed between us. I knew we were connected in a profound way. I collapsed on him afterward. Vincent held me, while lazily rubbing my back. “My Lord...do I get to do that to you?” he asked breathlessly, squeezing me briefly. “Absolutely,” I sighed. “As often as possible.” “Good...” That touched me. He touched me even more when he tried to stop me from leaving the bed. “W-where are you going?” I kissed him gently. “I’m just getting some things to clean us up.” “Oh...okay...” I quickly cleaned myself then fetched some towels and a basin of hot water. Vincent sighed as I wiped him down then gently dried his skin. My lover seemed to be asleep when I finally settled beside him and pulled the blankets over our bodies. But he surprised me by easing his body over mine then sighed as I embraced him. “Goodnight, Vincent,” I said softly. “Hmmmm...’night, Rik” I fell asleep easily enough, but the dream still came. I knew it was a dream, but I couldn’t prevent the images from terrifying me. There was death all around, and I couldn’t stop it. All the power I possessed was useless. People just kept dying. I awoke with a violent start, breathing hard. Strong arms tightened around me. A downy cheek rubbed against my chest. “S’okay...just a dream...” “I know,” I whispered caressing his back. “Sorry to wake you.” “Want to talk about it?” “No...not right now...I just want to feel you,” I replied. “Feel away,” he murmured. I knew he was smiling against my skin. I caressed his back and stroked his hair. “Did you want me this way when I was in your squad?” He asked softly after a little while. I squeezed him. “I wanted to throttle you most of the time back then. No, I didn’t realize how much I wanted you until you were heading away from me toward all that fire.” “I thought about you while I was away,” he admitted. “I realized that you always trusted me.” “Hmmm?”
“You always gave me important work and trusted me to make my own way,” he explained softly. “That experience saved me many times in that place.” “You had great instincts and are very strong,” I replied. “And you have uncanny luck.” “Yeah, I guess. But you were the only one who never babied me,” he replied. “I think I felt something for you even before I was taken away.” “Is that why you were intent on punching me in the face?” “Hey! I was a kid. I didn’t know what to say to you,” he retorted. “You might have laughed.” “Never, Hardcase. Laughing at you was dangerous,” I chuckled squeezing him. “I could never have responded then. You were very young, and I was your squad leader.” “I’m glad I’m not so young anymore.” “In this instance, I am, too.” I yawned then. Vincent settled back on my chest. “Go to sleep, Rik. I’ve got you.”
2 The next time I awoke, it was gentle. The morning sun was warming my face. Vincent was stirring in my arms. I opened my eyes before he did, so I caught a glimpse of his angelic face in repose. His dark lashes rested against tawny cheeks. His lips were curved in a slight smile. His flaxen hair was fanned everywhere. His cheeks were still clear of stubble. I wondered if he ever shaved. “You’ll have to stop hiding the scar from me,” he said without opening his eyes. “You can’t go through life sideways.” I swallowed hard at the thought, but after a few moments, I agreed. Vincent rose to his elbows. He was golden in the morning light. I stroked the hair from his eyes then thumbed his lower lip. He blushed a little, but smiled happily. “You should shower first. It takes me a while with this mop,” he muttered. “Sometimes, I think I should cut it off.” “Not until we’re old and gray, and maybe not then,” I replied before kissing his nose. “Lemme up.” Vincent rolled over, taking most of the blankets with him. I swatted his quilt-covered ass then made my way to the bathroom. The man in the mirror looked better rested than normal despite the nightmare. My eyes didn’t look haunted. I wasn’t exactly ecstatic, but I was better. The shower was faster than my norm. I wasn’t struggling with just facing the day. I was actually looking forward to it. Thus, fifteen minutes later, I was exiting the steamy bathroom in my robe. I found Vincent cleaning out the hearth. He was wearing a soft red robe and his hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. He flushed at my inquisitive stare. “I was getting it ready for later.” “Nice robe,” I commented. It looked like silk and he always looked good in red. He picked up his toilet kit with a shrug. “I had my back pay and needed to replace everything I left. I never know where the bathroom will be in my lodgings. I don’t go without a robe anymore.” “Experience?” “Once,” he muttered, stalking into the bathroom. “Who knew old ladies could move so fast?” He slammed the door on my chuckling. I dressed then took the hearth cinders to the trash. I was just finishing with the fireplace when Vincent emerged from the bathroom damp and glowing. He bent down to kiss me thoroughly. “Good morning,” he murmured against my lips before taking them again. During that second clingy, sweet kiss, I was reconsidering breakfast in favor for more time skin to skin, but Vincent gently pulled away and headed for the bedroom. “Did you call your brother?” I managed to ask. “Yeah, while you showered,” he replied. “He and Jenn will meet us at the Market Café.” My phone rang just then. I was surprised to hear Lieutenant Remak on the other end. “Is everything alright, Sir?” She asked. “Yes, lieutenant. Why do you ask?” “I was told that Hardcase has come to stay with you.”
“How could you possibly know that? I didn’t know he would be here until he turned up last night,” I replied. “Jenn Saxl phoned. She and Bobby Greven were concerned.” “We’re fine.” “It’s just that you are convalescing and by your own admission, encounters with Hardcase can be exhausting,” she cautioned. I took a deep breath to keep from laughing at the unintentional truth of her words. The breath came out in a moan when Vincent wrapped his arms around me from behind and nuzzled my neck. “Sir?” “I’m fine, Lieutenant. We’re both fine.” “Ask them to lunch, Rik.” I raised a brow at him. “So they can see that we’re okay,” he whispered in my free ear. “And leave us alone.” “How about you bring the squad over for lunch today?” “Sir?” “One o’clock. See you then,” I said hanging up the phone. “Do you have any idea how much those people eat?” “We had better get shopping then, old man.” It was a beautiful, crisp fall morning. I had never really noticed the town center at this hour. It was surprisingly busy. I was usually driving by on the way to work. I had seldom taken lunch away from the office. Vincent easily made his way through the crowded stalls. He found one with herbs and aromatics first. There, I learned how to buy garlic and herbs. It seemed like we bought a lot of garlic, but Vincent flashed a big smile and told me to trust him. Of course, I did. We also bought a plump, whole chicken, some cheeses, ham and salamis at the butcher shop. I sneaked some white sausages into the order while Vincent raided a produce stall that had excited him. I also purchased a couple more bottles of wine. We had two large paper shopping bags when we reached the Market Café. “Are you feeding an army?” Bobby Greven exclaimed as we walked up to their table. He and Jenn Saxl had chosen an outdoor table with a good view of the square. Vincent put down his bag to embrace his brother. The younger Greven was an inch taller than Vincent but he still had an innocence to his angelic features. He was literally a wideeyed innocent. Everyone who met him liked the younger Greven. Vincent had always been much more prickly a personality. I suspected he was that way because he was so pretty as a boy. Bobby was very pleased to see his brother. He beamed at him as we seated ourselves. Jenn was her usual perky, pretty self. Her heavy auburn ponytail swung as she leaned over to hug Vincent from behind. She even managed a smile at me, her blue eyes twinkling. I left them for a moment to order coffee and orange juice for the table. Vincent was grinning at me upon my return. “They have the sausages!” I winked at him. “I’m overjoyed, Vincent.” “You look good, Brother,” Bobby said. “Did you sleep, okay?” “I slept fine,” he replied. His eyes glittered at me. “The Colonel makes a mean cup of cocoa.” “Really?” Jenn asked. Her eyebrows couldn’t get any higher. “I can be something other than Colonel Blitz, Ms. Saxl,” I replied mildly.
She blushed profusely and began to sputter. “It’s okay, Jenn,” Vincent said reassuringly. “Rik isn’t angry, and he hasn’t chained me down and beat me – yet.” I almost choked on my coffee at the image of that young, powerful body chained to my bed. I glared at Vincent, but he just gazed back impishly. “We were worried that we did something to upset you,” Bobby said after we ordered. “It’s not like that at all,” Vincent relied earnestly. “Being with you all again is a miracle, and it’s made me happier than I can ever say. But you know how you and I have gone through stuff that nobody else can understand? We can only talk to each other about it, right?” “Yeah?” Bobby replied. “Well, there are some things that the Colonel and I went through that only he and I can understand,” Vincent continued gently. “I need to stay with someone I can talk to about these things while I heal.” “I find I need that as well,” I admitted softly. “You won’t fight?” Jenn demanded. “We might,” Vincent said with a smile. “But if we do, doesn’t that mean we’re back to normal?” “Can we come to see you there?” Bobby asked. Vincent looked at me. He seemed flummoxed. “Yes, you and Jenn and anyone else can visit,” I replied. “But call first and don’t be upset if there are times when we’re not up for company.” “I’ll have bad days,” Vincent said somberly. “We both will.” “Okay,” Bobby agreed. The food arrived then, much to my relief. The discussion made me lose my appetite for a bit, but the plates smelled too good to ignore. We all fell silent to enjoy breakfast. It wasn’t until then that I began to hear the voices around us. Vincent had been correct. There was much to be learned that wasn’t in the papers. The elderly ladies enjoying a morning cup of coffee knew more about troop movements than Central Command would be comfortable with. It made sense that they would know where their children were and what they were doing. Some of the people in the square recognized me or Vincent or both of us. Most were mildly curious. Some of the voices swirling around us troubled me. We were just finishing our meal when a stranger said, “I don’t see how he’s all that dangerous. He looks real pretty to me.” Everyone at the table froze then looked at Vincent fearing an explosion. I took the opportunity to press the beacon alert on my dog tags. The squad would be there in moments. Meanwhile, I had to defuse my lover. Vincent, however, was mildly finishing his sausages. He looked up at the table in surprise. “What?” He asked. “I don’t disagree with them, do you? Jenn, you’ve said that I’m pretty.” “True,” she admitted. “And so has the Colonel,” he continued. “No, I haven’t,” I replied to Bobby’s relief. “What?” Vincent bristled.
“I said you are beautiful,” I corrected stunning poor Bobby and Jenn. “Close enough,” Vincent shrugged. “And I know that Bobby doesn’t think I’m ugly.” “Er...no...” Bobby replied with uncertainty. “As close as that’s going to get,” Vincent declared. “I thank you, and my friends agree with you.” That response thoroughly confused the would-be troublemakers. They literally gaped at us. I took the opportunity to note what kind of firepower they had and if there were cohorts about. The former was considerable though nothing that Vincent and I couldn’t handle easily. The latter was likely, but I couldn’t fathom why. No civilian could carry what it would require to take us both down – even in our weakened states. “Would you care to join us for coffee?” I asked. The loud mouth sputtered. I ordered another pot of coffee. Vincent and Bobby ordered pastries. Jenn continued to stare at me as she had since I called Vincent beautiful. Before the thugs could wind up for another attempt, I heard military vehicles screech to a halt. “Gentlemen,” Lt. Remak said firmly. “The Colonel and the Major are not on active duty. Is there something we can assist you with?” They were sneering among themselves at Lt. Remak’s feminine voice. They turned white when they saw caught sight of Maximilian and the rest of the squad. Maximilian was the biggest Altered I had ever seen. His muscles could be barely contained in his uniform and he was almost a foot taller than the rest of us. I noticed two more thugs rush out of the square. “We didn’t mean n-nothin — just wanted to see them in action,” the head moron sputtered. “That would be exceedingly dangerous in this setting. Both of these officers are considered military weapons,” the Lt. Replied. “We suggest you be on your way.” As they turned to leave, one dropped a very nasty looking rifle. The squad instantly trained weapons on the morons. As their hands went up, more weapons dropped. Vincent, Bobby and I had to scramble to catch some of them to keep them from going off. Maximilian picked both men up by the backs of their neck and easily held them off the ground. “It seems you will be coming with us. Good day Colonel, Vincent, Bobby and Ms. Saxl.” “Thank you. See you all at lunch,” I said. “One moment,” Lt. Remak said. “Colonel, perhaps we should see you two home. It may not be safe.” “I’m certain the excitement is over,” I replied firmly. “We’ll see you later.” With that, I returned to my fresh cup of coffee, and Vincent attacked his pastry. Bobby and Jenn stared at us. “I can’t believe you didn’t fight him, Brother.” “Yeah? Well, he wanted me to and nobody pushes me around,” he muttered. “That’s my Vincent,” I chuckled. He blushed at my regard, and then shrugged. “I kinda learned to pick my battles after a couple of years of surviving with no back up.” “You have grown up, Hardcase,” I commented. There was admiration in my tone. Vincent’s amber eyes flashed at me mischievously over his pastry. “You two sure are different,” Jenn said.
“I’m still me, guys,” Vincent said quietly. “You just need time to see that.” I looked at Vincent carefully. He seemed a bit tired. I certainly was. And we had the walk home. “I think we should get back,” I said. “We have to make lunch for the squad, and I need a nap.” “We could help you make lunch,” Bobby offered. “Nah, I need to do fine hand work for therapy, as Jenn knows,” Vincent replied. “You guys can come though.” “Okay, well be there!” Jenn said brightly. I rose to pay the check. We needed to get home before Vincent invited the whole square for lunch. As I reached the table once again, the two elderly ladies who had been seated nearby approached. “Are you really Colonel Heron?” The taller woman asked. “And Major Greven?” “Yes, ma’am,” I replied as Vincent stood. “How can we help you?” “We would like to thank you,” the stouter woman said. “Your bravery prevented that thing from attacking the city. Our children were spared facing it.” “We could do nothing else,” I said honestly. “That’s true, ma’am,” Vincent added. “Well, thank you just the same,” the tall one said. Then she kissed my cheek as the other lady hugged Vincent. Then I was hugged while Vincent was kissed. We were both blushing deeply by the time we left the café. “Do you really need a nap?” Vincent asked as we neared the house. We had been silent for much of the walk back. Vincent was enjoying the sun on his skin and I was enjoying watching him. “Yes, I do,” I replied. “I channel so much energy through my body in a battle, I get exhausted. That last fight took almost everything I had. Overcoming extreme fatigue is part of the recovery. You don’t have to...” “It’s okay. I can read while you nap,” he said shyly. “Besides, I find that I like you holding me.” “That’s good to hear,” I replied with a smile. “Saves me from having to persuade you.” Vincent put away the food while I started the fire. All citizens had to conserve fuel, so hearths were the order of the day until winter was fully upon us. “I usually stretch out on the sofa to be near the fire,” I said as I removed my shoes. “Suits me,” Vincent said from the kitchen. When he came out, Vincent snagged a textbook from the bookshelf in the diningroom then toed out of his boots and loosened his pants. He surprised me by stretching out on the length of the sofa opening his legs and holding his arms out to me. I laid face down resting my head on his chest holding him as best I could. I fell asleep listening to his heart while he gently stroked my hair. The clock read 11:30 when I could focus on it. One of Vincent’s hands was tangled in my hair. The other rested on the small of my back. His hand stroked my hair upon my movement. “Did you fall asleep?” I asked. “Hmmmm, yeah,” he replied with a yawn. “You felt so good.” “Do we have time to make lunch?” I asked.
“Lots. It’s simple enough.” I rose to my knees over his prone body. We kissed for a long moment before completely rising. Vincent led the way to the kitchen. “It’s all slicing or tearing stuff,” Vincent said as he began to pull out the cheeses and lunchmeats. “Cube the cheeses and slice the meats. Pile them on separate plates.” Vincent began a frenzy of chopping vegetables and shredding lettuces. He tossed everything in a big pot. I frowned at him. “No salad bowl,” he explained. That gave me pause. Not that I ever needed a large salad bowl before. “I’ll make a list of things to buy. Do we have enough plates and flatware?” “Somehow. There’s the stuff you have in the cabinets, and there’s a new set of each deep in the back,” Vincent said. “Must have been Lt. Remak. She once tried to civilize me,” I said softly. Long, elegant fingers cupped my chin. They gently turned my head. “You can’t help how you feel, Rik. Jenn had some ideas about me, too. Still does, I think.” “I thought as much,” I murmured. “It’s kinder to let them know it’s not possible. It’s just difficult sometimes. They are both very kind.” “Shows you’re human,” he replied. “Despite popular opinion.” “Brat,” I murmured before kissing his grinning lips. Whatever my lover was going to say ended with a loud moan. The clock-chiming noon brought us back to reality. Vincent had me arrange sliced fruit on another plate while he sliced the many baguettes and put the slices in a big basket. “All you have left to do is make a big pot of tea while I make salad dressing,’ Vincent said. “We’ll have time to spare.” “You think so?” I wondered. “I think a number of them will be early believing we need help.” My lover exhaled impatiently. “What does it take? Don’t they know how big that thing was that we fought? We can handle a little food prep.” “They still remember how fragile we were for all those weeks afterward,” I replied. “They mean well.” “I know, it’s just frustrating,” he muttered. “I’m glad you don’t treat me like a china doll.” I grabbed him then and pulled him against me. “You are a doll, but certainly not made of china.” I was planning to indulge in claiming Vincent’s sweet, hot mouth, but the doorbell rang. My lover’s annoyed whimper pleased me. I almost laughed as he stomped to the door and all but threw it open. To my surprise it was Lt. Remak with Bobby Greven and Jenn Saxl. It was not a combination I was expecting. “I found them walking along the road,” Lt. Remak said in response to my curious expression. “You were headed down the road very early,” I commented. “I have a report on that incident at the market,” she replied crisply. “You two might as well be useful and put the trays in the kitchen on the dining room table,” Vincent said. He made them immensely happy. “It seems the pair were paid handsomely along with three cohorts to provoke a confrontation,” Remak reported from her notepad.
“For what reason?” I asked. “As much destruction to the Market Square as possible,” she replied. “They don’t know why.” “To discredit the military,” I replied. “There are many ruffled feathers from two years ago that would like the military muzzled further. I’ve read that there were voices who wanted to blame the military for that attack we just fought.” “That’s insane,” Vincent snapped. “That’s politics,” I said. “What troubles me is that kind of action points to a much larger effort.” “They won’t leave us alone, whoever they are,” Vincent muttered bitterly. “I’m done being a puppet, Colonel.” “Well put,” I said soothing his escalating ire. “I will retire before being drawn into another bloody, clandestine conflict.” Vincent gaped at me. “You mean that?” “No more secrets, Hardcase,” I replied meeting his gaze. Vincent swallowed hard as his eyes dilated. It was as if no one else was in the room. “What will you do instead?” “A research and training facility for our kind,” I replied. “I’ve given a lot of thought to this. We were altered without any real knowledge of how it would affect us long term or even how to best utilize our gifts. You were a prime example of how little our superiors understood us. And the training always needed a lot more humanity. I have been approached by some well-heeled backers who feel the same.” My lover smiled beautifully. “I’ve always wanted to research our phenomena.” Lt. Remak brightened. “The training aspect would be very interesting to me.” “I knew it would,” I replied. “You see, there are options should that time come. For now, I need help with the tea.” “I would be honored, sir!” Remak said. “Okay...just fill the teapot and put more on to brew,” I said. “Yes, sir!” Vincent gaped at me. I signaled him to be quiet. I felt like we were entertaining inlaws. We were alone long enough for me to stroke his pouty lower lip with my thumb. He licked it just before everyone returned to the room. “Who made these trays?” Jenn asked. “They’re amazing.” “Vincent did most of the work. I just did as I was told,” I said. “Brother, you can cook?” Vincent blushed. “I’m not making five star meals. We just cut stuff up. Now Eat!” It was exactly an entreaty out of charm school, but it took the focus off our domestic life for a moment. And then Maximilian and most of the rest of the squad were in the house. “I brought a pumpernickel!” Maximilian exclaimed “Such bread has been a tradition in my family for generations!” “’Kay...” Vincent replied while gaping at him with his usual confusion. “Slice it up on the cutting board in the kitchen and set it out.” “It shall be done!”
I dished a plate of my own then took a seat on the sofa slightly away from the fray. I expected Vincent to sit in the easy chair or in the dining room, but he threw himself next to me without looking obvious. I needed that. So did he, it seemed. As I predicted, much of the time, my men interacted with each other. Jenn and Remak alternated between cleaning up after everyone and snooping around the house. Bobby spoke to his brother about his own adventures. He listened and asked questions and basked in Bobby’s enthusiasm. I even did some gentle mentoring of the young man. Since we were more or less open for all to see and interacted when asked to, everyone was satisfied that we weren’t harming each other. In the hour it took to demolish the food, everyone was convinced that we were on the mend. Bobby, Jenn and Lt. Remak managed to remark at some point that the sleeping arrangements could hardly be adequate. All of them assumed that one of us was on the sofa. We didn’t lie; rather we maintained that the arrangements suited our needs. The final acquiescence was allowing the ladies to clean up after lunch. I bid my men farewell then settled in a lounge chair under a shady tree in the yard where Vincent had decided to chop wood. Remak was happy to find me nearly dozing when she came to say goodbye. From what I could tell, Jenn and Bobby left content about Vincent’s well being. I received a deep and clingy kiss in the backyard when we were finally alone. Vincent was very pleased with me for some reason. I could think about why later. I just enjoyed the kiss. I wanted to watch him chop wood especially since he was shirtless and his pants were riding very low. However, my eyelids would not cooperate. When I woke, the sun was lower in the sky but not quite setting. It had to be late afternoon. To my delight, I found Vincent wrapped around me. The lounge chair was not very wide, but he managed to find space on it and on me. I gently stroked his silken hair. “Sorry to fall asleep on you,” I said sheepishly. “I usually don’t nap twice.” “You needed it,” he shrugged. “Did you sleep?” “No, but I wanted to hold you,” he replied nuzzling my neck. That earned him a kiss, which he returned heatedly. When Vincent raised his head, the expression in his eyes made me moan. The tables would be turned on me that night. I really didn’t mind. “So, our kitchen is spotless,” I murmured. “We have enough wood.” “I’ve got plenty of wood, Colonel,” he grinned. “I realize that, Vincent,” I replied dryly. “But shouldn’t we do something about the chicken?” “Oh, yeah...” he replied. “But that won’t take long. Then, your ass is mine.” I wanted to argue for the sake of not looking needy, but I really couldn’t. Instead, I let him claim my mouth. After another heated exchange, we moved to the kitchen. “It occurs on me that our secret assailants could try to provoke us by using people we’re close to,” I said heading for the telephone. “I’ll have Lt. Remak put some men on Bobby and Ms. Saxl.” “I’ll call them and tell them to stay away from strangers,” he said. We made the calls in short order. Lt. Remak insisted on putting men outside of our home, and this time I agreed. It was a compromise to keep her from conducting surveillance on her own. With that, we turned our attention to the meal.
I learned to peel garlic. Vincent had me peel a lot of it. Forty cloves in all while he cleaned and prepped the chicken. I was highly dubious of the amount, but Vincent insisted that I trust him. After the garlic, I learned how to remove tiny herb leaves from delicate stalks while he peeled potatoes and carrots. “You put the garlic and some of the herbs in the chicken. The chicken goes into the pan with the vegetables,” he explained. “Olive oil and the rest of the herbs over the chicken and veggies. Then, everything in the oven for a couple of hours.” I was impressed. I told him so. “But wait, my plan gets better,” he continued. “That is just enough time to fuck you and have a shower.” “Very efficient,” I quipped even as my body was reacting to the purr in his tone. “That’s me, Major Efficient,” Vincent replied. He snagged my wrist and dragged me to the bedroom where I was all but thrown onto the bed. He may have been convalescing, but the young man was plenty strong. “Vincent...mmrrmph...” I couldn’t believe how well he kissed in just a short time. He had me moaning and gasping in moments while he stripped me of my clothes. I managed to get his shirt off, but he yanked off his own pants with an impatient growl. “Happy?” He snapped before kissing me again. I was happy that he was naked, but I still couldn’t get my hands on him. Then, I didn’t care. My most brilliant protégé had unleashed a newfound talent with his tongue on my body. I had never been played so well before. He found every sensitive spot that heightened my arousal. All the while, those amber eyes watched me. “I love seeing you like this,” Vincent murmured as he hovered over my abdomen. He had been tormenting my navel. “I love that you trust me enough to see you this way.” He gently grasped my erection. I arched into his touch. “Vince...Vince...” “I’ll do my best, but I’m new at this,” he said lowering his head. I was going to say something supportive, but his hot mouth thwarted my brain functions. He licked me like a lollipop humming his appreciation before taking me into his mouth. My love couldn’t take me whole, but he did well enough. He had to hold me down by the hips while he had me. Lord, that man could learn anything just experiencing it once. He worked me to climax in an embarrassingly short time. “Oh...God...Vince...” I came inside that beautiful mouth with those incredible eyes glittering at me. He suckled me through the waves of orgasm. Then, he crawled up my body to bring those amazing lips level with mine. “You taste good, Rick,” he purred. “I love the feel of you in my mouth.” “You do?” “Oh, yeah,” he smiled. “I want to do this for you as often as possible.” “Oh, God.” He chuckled as he reached for the lube. “Did you like how I tasted?” “Yes...and how you felt,” I whispered as he slicked his fingers. “You are incredible.” Vincent smiled. “So are you.” He kissed me then – a hot, deep kiss. I tasted myself and it was delicious. I was convinced that everything tasted good on that tongue. While I lost myself in my lover’s
kiss once again, I felt his long, elegant fingers press inside me. I groaned into the kiss then relaxed against him. He gently stretched me while pressing deeper until he found my sweet spot. I broke the kiss. “Vince...Vince...please...now!” “Pushy bastard,” he smirked. I watched him slick his erection, and then he took me in his way – swift and sure. I let him in to the root with his first stroke. I watched Vincent’s face with some satisfaction. He was struggling for control. His golden eyes narrowed at me. “Don’t be so smug, Colonel,” he rasped. “You will say you are mine.” With that he canted his hips then pumped into me. And the crafty bastard stroked my sweet spot over and over nearly robbing me of breath. Again, I felt something powerful arc between us. Our gazes locked as Vincent took hold of my re-awakened erection and started to stroke me. I have never felt like I belonged anywhere or to anyone. That was why I sought power –I wanted to control all that was around me. I felt different with Vincent. I belonged with him. I belonged to him. “Yours...” I gasped as I felt him surge toward climax. His eyes widened at the admission. Then the near painful pleasure of release consumed us both. Vincent sought my mouth as we rode through the crackling pulsing arc that passed between us. Vincent collapsed on me. He nuzzled my neck when I wrapped my arms around him and stroked his back. “What have you done to me?” he asked softly. “Done to you?” I asked. “I believe you did me this time. Didn’t you notice?” “Notice? How do I keep from wanting this all the time?” he muttered. I smiled. “Most women maintain that we do want it all the time – mainly because we do.” “How do I think about anything else?” “It’ll help knowing that you have access to me when you want,” I said reasonably. “True,” he admitted leaning up to look in my eye. His were playful. “Work helps,” I continued. “Things were so crazy two years ago that I would go for weeks without feeling remotely horny.” “I hope that won’t happen when you go back to work!” “Unlikely while you’re here with me.” That placated him. “For now, there is the wonderful smelling meal in the kitchen. Your stomach is growling,” I pointed out. “I’m starved!” He said as if it was a revelation. “Didn’t get much at lunch. Those guys are vultures.” He kissed me briefly before swinging out of bed. “Shower with me.” “Alright,” I said allowing myself to be pulled from the bed. Once in the bathroom, we faced each other while the water warmed. He waited, gazing at me intently. After a moment, I reached up brushed back my hair. A thin scar ran from my scalp, past my temple in an arc down my cheek. For some reason, Vincent smiled.
“Leave it to you to have a sexy war wound,” He muttered tracing the scar. “You were always too perfect, too handsome...too polished...strong jaw and high cheek bones. That’s why people thought you were arrogant.” “I am arrogant, Vincent,” I smiled dragging him under the hot spray. “Yeah, but you’re less perfect and more accessible,” he said. “You would have never opened up to me before.” “No, I suppose not,” I replied while soaping his heavy hair. “I have no regrets about what happened. It reset my priorities.” “I have no regrets either,” Vincent sighed as I massaged his scalp. “Whatever it took to get here.” That earned him a kiss, and then we set about getting clean. I found that I loved washing his hair. It was as sensual an experience as I’d imagined it would be. Vincent easily allowed it just as I allowed him to carefully soap my damaged face. He even washed my hair, mimicking the scalp massage with his usual uncanny skill. We dried each other off, and he let me comb his hair. I could have climaxed doing that. It was like weaving thick, soft silk. Vincent was patient during this indulgence. He even hugged me close when I was through. Robes were the attire for supper. Vincent wisely reasoned that we would be naked in bed soon, and the house was warm from the oven and the hearth. I dished out the left over salad while Vincent plated the chicken and vegetables. I opened a bottle of red wine and poured each of us a glass. The meal was delicious. I told him so. “Is this love?” Vincent asked quietly while studying his vegetables. Even after all we had shared, he was still nervous about being vulnerable to me. This was a brave question for him. “Yes. It is, Vincent,” I replied, reaching out to tilt his chin up. I needed to look into those amazing eyes. “It is love for me.” He blushed under my gaze and gave me a tremulous smile. “I didn’t know what love meant until now. I don’t want to leave you.” “Don’t,” I replied simply. “Let’s get some more stuff for the house and get comfortable.” “Bobby will have a fit,” he said. “The only reason he isn’t freaking out now is he thinks this temporary – like our injuries caused this.” “He’s a big boy now, Vincent. He’ll be on his own soon,” I said. “And in the end, we just have to show them that we make each other happy. I do make you happy?” “Who ‘da thought,” he snorted kissing my fingers. “I can’t leave you. I’m just saying you’re going to have a freaked out brother-in-law on your hands.” I smirked at that. “And a freaked out Lieutenant-in-law.” “With a gun,” Vincent added ruefully. “It was never dull between us before, why should it be now?” We enjoyed the meal and the clean up in giddy silence. Before long, we were soaking up the last of the fire along with snifters of cognac while entangled on the sofa. “Want to sleep in tomorrow?” I asked with my nose with my nose pressed in his hair. “No, let’s go back to the Café,” he murmured. “I want to get some stew beef. We’ll be alone this time.” I doubted that, but agreed anyway. It was hard to argue while Vincent was pressed against me. We finished the cognac, banked the fire, and went to bed. This time, we
didn’t make love, but we did share long kisses before drifting off to sleep. I had no bad dreams.
3 The next morning was crisper than the morning before. We had to pull out scarves and gloves for the walk to the market. Winter would be on us in just a few weeks. I thought about extending my sick leave to a leave of absence. The idea of being holed up with Vincent in a small, cozy house for the winter was far more appealing than completing missions or investigations in snow and ice. Since we knew this was to be a permanent relationship, it was time to talk about our futures. But I would hold off on weightier matters until we were back home. Our shopping was done much more quickly than the day before. We picked up the beef and more herbs, and then headed for the Café. Before we reached it, I noticed the elderly ladies from the day before. I turned on my heel back toward a flower stall I’d noticed earlier. “What are you doing?” Vincent demanded. “I need sausages!” “Patience. We’re being gallant.” “We are?” I purchased two small mixed bouquets and handed one to Vincent. He smiled. “You really are sweet,” he said. I glowered at him, but his smile was infectious. The ladies brightened as we approached. “Good morning,” I said with a smile. “Good morning,” they replied. “We didn’t ask your names yesterday,” I continued. “Oh, I’m Mrs. Schmidt,” the stout one said. “This is Mrs. Forrester.” “We are pleased to meet you,” Vincent said. “These are for you.” The ladies beamed as we gifted the flowers. “Flowers from handsome gentlemen!” Mrs. Schmidt exclaimed. “What a lovely thing to do.” “Our pleasure,” I said. “Enjoy your coffee.” “You as well,” Mrs. Forrester smiled. We settled at our table from yesterday and ordered straight away. We both knew what we wanted. “This coffee is quite good,” I said after savoring the first sip. “Hmmmm. What do you want to do today?” I thought about it. “There’s some yard work.” “Sounds like fun,” he replied dryly. “You haven’t lived until you’ve edged a flower bed.” Vincent snorted. “We could spar.” A golden brow went up. “Keep in mind that battering me too much could affect our evening activities,” I cautioned. A slow smile spread on his face. “I’ll take care of you, Colonel,” he purred. The arrival of the food prevented my retort. Instead, I addressed my breakfast. The conversations around us this morning were lively, and thankfully restricted to routine
matters for everyday people. The hot gossip of the day about the butcher’s wife made Vincent’s ears turn red. As we cleaned our plates, Vincent looked across the square with a frown. “Oh, man...” Vincent muttered. I looked up in the direction of his gaze. In the distance across the square, I saw Bobby and Jenn’s distinctive silhouettes. “We’ll sleep in tomorrow,” Vincent groused. “We can get our check and be on our way,” I said. “No time to stop and all that.” “I guess...hey, wait a minute...” A large truck was roaring into the Market Square. Since no vehicles were allowed into the square itself, it was clear to us that something was wrong. We were moving without thought. I pressed my beacon and was out of my jacket. Vincent was down to his tank top in an instant and gathering power. We couldn’t reach Jenn and Bobby to prevent their being snatched into the truck, but we could stop the truck from leaving. “I’ll halt its movement. You destroy the engine,” I shouted at Rik. “We can’t let it damage the Market.” “Right. Be careful, Blitz. You don’t get to leave now.” “You either.” The truck turned away when the driver spotted us. I saw Bobby take down the thugs in the back with moves very much like his brother’s while Jenn clobbered the driver with a big wrench. Of course, that sent the truck straight for the market stalls. “I’ve got it,” I exclaimed. The energy coursed through me. I focused the power to flow through my hands and wrap around the truck and turn it in my direction. I couldn’t jar the truck or let it hit anything. To my surprise, I was winded in the effort. My battles usually involved destruction. I wasn’t used to holding large things at bay. I was being drained faster than in any fight. As the truck hurdled toward me, I gathered my strength. “Be fast, Hardcase!” I released a wall of energy that met the truck and held it in place even while the wheels were spinning. Jenn was trying to get the unconscious driver out of the seat, but Vincent was already in motion. After an arcing leap over my energy field, he landed next to the truck at the engine. He slapped both hands against the chassis. I knew he was sending a powerful shock wave through the engine itself, breaking it into pieces. The truck stopped with a little lurch. I saw Bobby’s face next to Jenn’s smiling at us before everything started spinning. I expected to hit the ground, but I didn’t. “Dammit, Rik!” my lover shouted as he caught me against him. My physical strength had all but deserted me, but I could still hear and feel everything. Vincent cradled me in his lap. He was sitting on his haunches, so I was off the ground. My face was against his neck. One of my arms was behind him. The other was at his waist. His pulse was racing as he felt me for injuries. “You’re not hurt, are you?” He asked to himself. “It was too soon...you’re drained.” My heart lurched at the relief in his voice. But that relief was short-lived as everyone rushed over to help. “Hardcase, let go of the Colonel. He needs to the hospital,” Remak said with a firm and reasonable voice.
“He doesn’t need a hospital. He’s just resting,” Vincent retorted. He sounded like a broken hearted child. “He needs to go home with me.” “You are endangering him,” she snapped. “Feel his pulse, dammit,” he growled. Vincent was gathering power to act. This could end badly if he fought or tried to run with me. Still, I couldn’t let them separate us. Cool fingers were on my throat feeling my pulse. I found some focus and reached out with what I could muster. Vincent was surprised when Remak tried to pull me away from him. They were both surprised when I wouldn’t budge. Vincent laughed with relief. “Brother?” “Rik’s attached himself to me with an electromagnetic field,” he said. “That enough for you to believe me?” “Y-yes,” Remak stammered. “Good. He can’t keep this up. It’s draining him further,” Vincent said urgently. “We won’t separate you from Vincent, Colonel,” Remak said. “Let us move you home.” “Relax, Rik...please,” Vincent murmured against my temple. “Save your strength. Don’t leave me.” I let go. “Help me stand, then we can lift him into the truck,” Vincent said. “I can’t lose physical contact with him.” “Understood,” Remak said. Her voice was tight. I was slowly lifted to nearly standing as someone, it seemed to be Maximilian, helped Vincent get his legs under him, then they both lifted me then carried me to a military truck. There were many voices talking to my lover as we moved slowly across the square. Jenn wanted to know if he was injured. Bobby was seeking forgiveness for just dropping by the Café on us. Mrs. Schmidt and Forester were making sure our parcels went home with us. Vincent tried to pay the Café owner who was also helping in some way, but he wouldn’t hear of it. It was better in the truck though not by much. Vincent was very tense as he held me. He probably didn’t believe the squad would honor his wishes. The ride was mercifully quiet. I knew we were heading home. Vincent relaxed when we came to a stop. He and Maximilian carried me to our bedroom, and I was placed in bed. “Please, leave us for a minute,” Vincent said. “I need to get him undressed.” Everyone left though reluctantly. Upon the door closing, I felt Vincent’s kiss against my lips for a moment. Then my face was being caressed. “Did I weaken you?” He whispered. “God, I hope not. I want to love you like that again. I want you to take me that way again.” I wanted to hold him, but my limbs would not move. “I don’t want to be away from you until you are awake and aware. And I’m tired, too,” he continued as he gently undressed me. “And I won’t get them to leave until they see your eyes. They’ll have to know about us.” I felt the blankets drawn over my body. Vincent sat beside me and gently took my hand. “Lt. Remak, Bobby...can you come in please,” he said in a firm tone. The door opened quickly. I think they had to be standing just on the other side. “Brother, are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine, Bobby. The Colonel needs to rest, but I have to be here with him,” Vincent began. “I hate to ask, but can you guys stay around to help with food and watch our backs?” “It is no imposition, Hardcase,” Remak said. “I have taken the liberty of sending for the physician.” “Thanks. I need to know how long he might be this way,” Vincent replied. “I don’t understand why you can’t leave the Colonel, Brother,” Bobby persisted. “You’ll just be right outside.” My lover took a deep breath and squeezed my hand. “I know this will be difficult to understand. I’m not sure we understand it ourselves. Rik and I have become physically and emotionally dependent on each other.” “Brother, it sounds like...” “I love him, okay? And he loves me,” he replied quietly. “We wanted to give you guys time to get use to our being with each other, but there it is. We need you to be our friends and help us. Yell at us later, if you want to.” “You are correct, Hardcase,” Remak said with her usual calm. I’m not sure she entirely believed Vincent. “Now is not the time for personal misgivings. We’ll see to everything you need.” “Bobby?” Vincent asked. Worry colored his tone. “I don’t understand, but I am your brother and your friend,” he said. “I won’t yell at you. We’ll be outside.” The door gently closed. My hair was stroked once again. “Nice dodge, sleeping beauty,” he muttered. I could still hear nervousness in his tone. I also heard him stripping. Then, I felt his skin against mine, and his arms holding me under the blankets. I let go and slept a deep and dreamless sleep listening to my lover. The next time I heard voices, it was a few hours later. I learned that from Remak who peeked in to check on us. Then, the Physician in charge of the Altereds, Fritz Auerbach, was in the room. “No need to move, Major Greven,” he said crisply. I heard the diagnostic device hum for a long moment. “Colonel Heron is regenerating his strength. It is very low, but not alarmingly so,” he reported. “He should be conscious and moving by this evening, but I am restricting his activity for the next three days. He can move about this house, but he should be off of his feet as much as possible and asleep as often as he can.” “That’s good news,” Vincent said. “You are quite well, Major,” he added. “Healing very nicely indeed.” “Thanks.” “As you were, Major. Good day.” “Doc, you will be discreet about us?” Vincent asked. “Aside from my physician’s oath, there is the military confidentiality oath,” he retorted indignantly. “I have far more juicy secrets than this. Now, stop worrying and get some rest.” “Thanks, Doc.” Vincent settled against me again. I went back to sleep. When I awoke again, it was nearly sunset. I could open my eyes. I found Vincent was still holding me. I turned in his
arms to face him. He blinked sleepily at me. Before he could speak, I kissed him thoroughly. He returned the kiss heatedly. “I won’t leave you,” I whispered against his lips. He sighed. “I was scared.” “I know. I’m sorry.” “Not your doing, Rick,” he replied. Vincent kissed me again before disengaging. “Now, I gotta pee.” I chuckled. “Put your robe on. That ass is mine.” “And yours alone,” he smirked. Vincent quickly slipped on neglected pajamas and the robe before dashing out of the room. Lt Remak appeared in Vincent’s wake. I had managed to sit up against the headboard by then. I looked at her levelly and allowed her to see all I was feeling as I watched my lover flee the room. “I’m sorry, Ouida,” I said solemnly. “I was never anything but honest about my feelings.” She took that in and nodded stiffly after a moment. “Are you hungry?” “Yes, I am,” I replied in surprise. “Thank you.” She turned and left. Vincent was back soon after. He scooted under the blankets to sit beside me. I took his hand and squeezed it. “I didn’t mean for you to face our friends about us alone,” I said quietly. “You did very well.” “You think so? Jenn left with Maximilian right after Bobby told her.” “You can’t help that,” I said kissing his hand. “And thanks for thinking I’m a sleeping beauty.” He blushed. “That was fear talking.” “You don’t think I’m beautiful?” “You must be feeling better, ‘cause you’re cruising for one,” Vincent muttered. I thought he was going to kiss me, but the food arrived via Bobby and Remak. Somehow, there was chicken soup and sandwiches made with thick, crusty bread. None of this had been in our kitchen. “Mrses Schmidt and Forrester came by with the food,” Remak explained. “It checked out fine.” “Gallantry pays!” Vincent exclaimed. I rolled my eyes. “They brought cake, too, Brother.” “Of course, they did, the old darlins,” Vincent said. “I bet it’s good, too.” “It is,” Bobby said then laughed at his brother’s affronted expression. “There are many gifts from the Central Market, Sir,” Remak said. “All of merchants are grateful that you two averted the destruction of their livelihoods.” I frowned as I devoured the tasty soup. “We can’t accept them.” “Can’t we? We weren’t on duty,” Vincent pointed out. I looked to Remak for guidance. She was very much into protocol. “It is nebulous as far as the regs are concerned. And there is the matter of not offending them.” “How about we keep some and give the rest to charity?” Vincent suggested. Remak nodded at that. “That should be acceptable. Make sure to send thank you notes to all of them. Bobby, will you help me clean up the kitchen.”
It wasn’t a subtle hint, but the young man almost missed it. We were alone again shoving food into our mouths. “You should go through all those gifts and decide what to keep,” I said. “You’re the chef here.” “And where will you be?” Vincent asked mildly. “I plan to put on my pajamas, go to the bathroom and then sit on the sofa,” I replied. We fell into silence again. This time the sandwiches distracted us. After the meal, I felt a lot less shaky. I looked at Vincent’s profile and smiled. “You didn’t drain me, Vincent. You probably saved me.” “Saved you?” He questioned softly. “I rest better with you,” I replied. “And something passes between us when we make love. I think you gave me enough strength to survive today.” “Just returning the favor,” he replied softly. “You saved me.” I kissed him that time, sighing against his lips. “I have to get my strength back soon.” “I hear that,” Vincent replied. “I want that, but I want you back whole and for good. I can be patient.” “Contrary to popular opinion,” I smiled. Vincent’s eyes flashed at me. “Let’s get you dressed, old man.” I moved slowly. There was no pain, just heaviness in my bones. Vincent held my pajamas and helped me into them and then into my robe. He eyed me with some concern. “I don’t really think you’re old, Rik,” he whispered. “Now, Hardcase, don’t go soft on me. I need you to be you,” I replied with a wink. He nodded but stayed solemn. “It’s just that I never got to see you while you regenerated. You were always visiting me in the hospital.” “That was by design. I had to seem invincible to effectively lead,” I said. “You were so young. Back then, you needed to think I was stronger than strong. But now, I need you to see me.” Vincent wrapped his arm behind my back. “I see you. Lean on me, Rik.” We plodded slowly into the living room where Bobby was watching TV. Remak was on the phone. Vincent gently guided me to the bathroom. “Holler if you need me,” he smirked. “Thanks,” I muttered. “Bobby, can you snag the dishes in the bedroom?” I heard Vincent ask as I closed the door. “No wonder Vincent was scared,” I thought looking in the mirror. I was pale and drawn and looked more unsteady on my feet than I felt. I relieved myself then washed up a little, then took a deep breath then opened the door. Vincent was in the dining room but moved to my side immediately. He guided me to the sofa where pillows were piled against one armrest. I sat with my back against them and my legs up on the sofa. The fire was roaring, but Vincent still covered my legs with a light blanket. “How is the haul?” “Sweet,” he replied. “Some prime wines and cognac – keeping those. And some great coffees and teas, and cocoa. There is some beautiful meat and expensive cheeses. I’ll send the produce and pastas and breads to the foundling home later. Lt. Remak is arranging for the pick-up. I got all the business cards, so we can thank them.” I cocked a brow at him.
“Hey, I can do gallant,” he retorted. I smiled at him, making room on the sofa so he could rest his body against mine. He fit well that way with his head coming to rest naturally on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his waist and inhaled the scent of his hair. That’s when we noticed what was actually on the television screen. It was a news report on the attack at the market. The omni-present security cameras caught the event from the moment Bobby and Jenn were snatched. “You know, what we do looks really crazy,” Vincent commented. “You turned a ten ton truck directly at you.” “It seemed really crazy to me at the time,” I chuckled weakly. Then, I saw how distraught Vincent was when I collapsed. It pained me to see him so devastated. I squeezed his waist. “’S’okay,” he murmured. There were wonderful things said about us by the merchants who had heard us declare that we were going to protect the Market. Those glowing words were followed by some of the same thing from our Superiors. We were called world heroes. The battle with the behemoth suddenly appeared in the report. The thing filled the screen no matter what the angle was. Vincent and I looked like fireflies attacking a rampaging elephant. Bobby made a noise of admiration as he watched us fight. It looked impressive. I was channeling so much electromagnetic power from that thing that I was levitating off the ground as I sent the current back into it. Vincent looked deadly as he too used the energy the ship generated against it. Each blow from his clenched fists made the entire vessel shudder. “As you can see, their actions are of no surprise to us,” General Braun began. “They are always professionals with the best interest of the people in their actions.” “Like he never told us to go out and level everything every time we fought,” Vincent muttered. “We’ve launched a full investigation. This matter will be resolved quickly and the culprits punished,” he concluded. Remak was back in the room watching the screen with a grimace I recognized. “When is he coming here?” I asked grimly. “Tomorrow morning,” she replied. “Only the doctor prevented him from being here now.” “You know more about this than we do,” Vincent remarked. “We haven’t interviewed anyone.” “They still have to get our statements,” I said. “My concern is about the statements they may want us to make.” “Sir?” Remak asked. “Just as someone wants to use us to discredit the military, our superiors may want to use us to bolster their cause,” I said. “We can’t allow that either, Rik,” Vincent said quietly. “Nor shall we,” I assured him. “But we must handle the entreaties with great care until I can defend myself. We are extremely vulnerable while I am in this state.” “Sir, you needn’t worry...”
“Ouida, I could not ask the squad to defy superiors should we get drummed out of the military prematurely,” I stated firmly. “Vincent and I can hold our tongues for a week or ten days, can’t we, Vincent?” My lover slumped back with a noisy, exasperated sigh. “Yeah, I guess.” Bobby laughed. “You’re my brother, alright. Cake?” “What do you think?” Vincent asked. “Sir, I took the liberty of sending for cots for Mr. Greven and myself,” Remak said. “The car picking up the foodstuffs will drop those off.” “That’s fine, Lieutenant,” I replied mildly. “I’ll need you here for at least three days. You both should make yourself comfortable.” “Hmmmm...those darlin’ ladies,” Vincent purred around a forkful of cake. “Do you know any recipes, Lieutenant?” “Recipes, Hardcase?” “I like to learn new things. Can you teach me to make soup?” “Certainly,” she replied. “I bought some stew meat today,” he continued almost to himself. “We should cook that tomorrow.” “I can help you with that as well,” she offered. I felt her relax a little. Maybe she realized that she would not be exiled from our lives. I didn’t want that. Remak was often the voice of sanity and sometimes ethics when my training over rode my higher reasoning. The only reason I was still tempted to transfer her away from me was a fear that she would never seek another mate to share her beautiful body and dry wit. We settled in the living room in front of the TV. I almost laughed out loud at what an odd family unit that was. Vincent and Bobby were enjoying their slices of cake while yet another replay of our epic battle with the behemoth was repeated on the news. “How did you fight that thing?” Bobby asked. “It was big and powerful, but it’s own make-up made it easier to fight,” I said. “It had a defensive shield that kept out conventional weapons, but it was made of an electromagnetic field. I used their own power against it.” “The ship itself was made of very lightweight material so it could maneuver,” Vincent continued. “They depended on the defensive shield for protection. The hull was actually fragile. We just had to keep attacking and outlast it. The problem was more of endurance because it was so big. Bringing it down seemed to take forever.” “I think the truck was harder,” I said. “Well, we couldn’t smash it, that’s why,” Vincent snorted. The discussion drifted into combat tactics, which made Remak very happy. Since Vincent enjoyed fighting as much as he loved sex, he was an enthusiastic participant. I let their excited chatter pleasantly wash over me while I enjoyed holding Vincent unfettered. Of course, I had to comment when my protégés formulated some extreme actions. Bobby shyly asked me questions about his ability to focus. I talked him through one of my favorite meditations. He learned it with the same speed and accuracy as his brother. “Very good,” I said. “You did well today. You kept your head and took your shots at the right time.” “Thanks, Colonel.”
I considered the young man for a moment. “You should come spar with us once I’m well.” Vincent squeezed my hand in approval while Bobby’s eyes grew large. “You mean it?” “Yes,” I replied. “I think you’re ready.” The doorbell rang then. I reluctantly released my lover, so he could supervise the food transfer. It also wouldn’t have been good for him to be in my arms in front of the enlisted men. One of the females who worked in our offices came in carrying a suitcase and a rucksack. Two male soldiers carried in the cots and linens. They were officers’ cots with very good mattresses. The soldiers saluted me. I returned the gesture albeit weakly, then told them to address any questions to Remak. “We have posted men at either entrance of this domicile,” the female said. “The citizen’s watch has taken position on the perimeters. I raised a curious brow at Remak. “A delegation came with the gifts,” Remak said. “They prefer to handle the area security as you are a neighbor. No objection was made to our presence on your property. Central Command felt it best to comply.” I nodded in agreement then closed my eyes as the activity around me continued. Eventually, they were gone. Vincent made me have another bowl of soup with some buttered bread. I was quite hungry by then, but hadn’t realized it. While I ate, Vincent was doing something in the kitchen while our housemates set up their beds. Remak set hers up near the front door. Bobby’s was nearest our door. They left enough room to maneuver to the bathroom. Vincent emerged from the kitchen with a pair of steaming mugs while Remak was out with the guards. “I made cocoa for four,” he declared. “Bobby, can you get yours and the Lieutenant’s on the counter.” “Cocoa, Vincent?” I asked with a smirk. He leaned close to my ear. “Theirs is like Grandmom used to make. Ours is using your recipe.” We enjoyed the fire while our guests took turns preparing for bed. Then we hobbled into our room. “I hope you don’t mind us locking the door,” Vincent said to Remak. “I was hoping you would,” Remak said. “Goodnight, Colonel, Vincent.” We all said goodnight, then Vincent locked at the bedroom door. “I wanted us to be skin on skin in bed,” Vincent explained. I smiled at that. Exhaustion was catching up to me, and being naked with him sounded good. Vincent helped me quickly strip down and into bed. He was with me a short time later. Vincent settled against me as we had been sleeping along my side with his head on my chest. Our arms were wrapped around each other. Some time later, my sleep was disrupted by a plaintive whimper. It was a struggle to open my eyes, but I managed. Somehow, Vincent was in trouble. He was still in my arms, yet something was very wrong. He was grimacing. The distress was clear on those beautiful features awashed in the moonlight. I acted on instinct, not wanting him to wake in terror. Gently, I began to massage his scalp while rubbing his back. It took several long moments, but the disturbance in my lover subsided. He calmed into sleep once
more. I wondered how many times he held his feelings in check during the day only to have them torment him in sleep. “No more bad dreams,” I whispered. “For either of us, Vincent.”
4 It was early morning when I was next awake. A gentle hand was pushing the hair from my face. I opened my eyes to find Vincent gazing down at me intently. “Good morning,” he whispered. “You look a lot better. How do you feel?” I reached up and gently tugged him down by the hair to kiss him with all the hunger for him I was feeling. He moaned appreciatively. “I feel much better,” I said after Vincent broke the kiss. “I can tell,” he breathed. “There are things we can do,” I murmured. Vincent kissed me silent. “No. We’ll wait,” he murmured. “You’ve spoiled me. I don’t want us to have to hold back. That’s the way we fight. That’s the way I want everything between us.” “One more kiss then, before we face the day?” Vincent smiled before capturing my lips in a languid kiss. I let my fingers roam through his hair for a moment before releasing him. “I’ll help you dress,” he said. “We can shower after the fuckheads leave.” “Vincent,” I cautioned. “I’m getting the bad words out now, okay?” He muttered. “I think you should wear pajamas. I don’t want them thinking you should leave the house.” I gave Vincent a look but didn’t really fight him. He was genuinely concerned. That touched me. I also shared his sentiment about our superiors, and I wanted my strength back, so I could have Vincent to myself again. “I hate sharing you,” I muttered. He smirked at that. “You’re a selfish bastard. I knew that.” I snorted at him, and then put on the pajamas he was holding out. My limbs no longer felt like lead. Actually, I felt good enough to catch my lover in a close embrace. He sighed against my neck and melted against me for a moment. When we parted, I leaned on his shoulder and headed for the door. Breakfast was under way when we came into the livingroom. Vincent deposited me on the sofa then stomped from the room to find out what Remak was doing to ‘his’ kitchen. Bobby was in the shower. The morning news had moved away from the actual facts of what happened the day before and onto speculation on the cause of the attack. The theories were varied and largely tiresome. I was happy when Vincent emerged and turned the TV off. “You looked annoyed,” he explained. He had our plates in hand and a big smile on his face. “You bought the sausages.” “How could I not?” Vincent pressed a quick kiss against my lips then nipped away again. He returned with mugs of coffee. “Lt. Remak is on the phone, but she said to go ahead,” Vincent said. “She and Bobby already ate.” That suited me. I planned to send them both on lengthy errands while we spoke to our Superiors. I had hopes that we would be alone for most of the morning afterward. The errands were vital to any post-military plans I had. All of those I needed to contact
preferred not to do confidential business to any electronic communications. That meant it would take time to reach them all. The added benefit would be time alone with my lover. “What are you thinking about?” Vincent demanded softly. “I’ve seen that look before and it is never good.” “You trust me, Vincent?” “With everything,” he replied without hesitation. “I will not mislead you, but I may keep you in the dark for a short time.” “Why? I might be able to help.” “You will be helping me,” I assured him. “A lot has happened in your absence. The upper echelon of the military has changed. I’m not sure of all of the motivations. I need to tread with extreme care.” Vincent chewed thoughtfully. A wonderfully mischievous look crossed his face. “I’m not very good with military bigwigs,” he admitted easily. “I may be worse than before I left. That thing we fought was a notion of a military big wig. I may get us exiled to a place where it never stops snowing.” “I don’t care where we are as long as we’re together,” I replied with a wistful smile. “I was considering extending our leave through the winter and praying for blizzards.” Vincent blushed becomingly. “I’ll get back to that later. Why do this dance with those jerks if you don’t care where we end up?” “This isn’t about our careers. It’s about being free from coercion or confinement,” I said quietly. “Vincent, I found this out after you were gone. No Altered has ever retired from service.” “What?” “We are used until that last mission when our focus isn’t so sharp or we get hurt too badly,” I replied grimly. “Even our instructors never leave.” Vincent swallowed hard. “I don’t want that. I don’t know if I can do any mission for them again.” I stroked his smooth cheek with the back of my hand. I ached to kiss that look from his face. “Nor do I. We will find a way to retire that really frees us, but keeps the military relaxed.” “I understand, now,” Vincent said with a chuckle. “I have never relaxed the military. But promise me something.” “Yes?” Vincent reached out to cup my chin. His eyes were solemn, but his expression was tender and warm. “I may not be able to help you with these negotiations, but I can share your burden,” he said. “I’m not that same volatile kid anymore. I can see a lot in people, and I can be silent when you need me to be. We are stronger together.” “I know,” I admitted. “I’d prefer you stay beside me.” Remak was in the room then with notebook in hand just as the shower was turned off. “Good morning, Lieutenant,” I said. “Thanks for the wonderful breakfast.” “Yes, thanks,” Vincent said as he took our plates in the kitchen. “You are quite welcome,” she replied. “Members of Joint Command will be here in an hour.”
“That’s fine. Meanwhile, I need you to call on some very important people,” I said. “Vincent, there is a folder on the top of the bookshelf in the dining room. Will you bring that to me?” “Sure thing.” “But, sir, your meeting....” “We’ll be fine. There are two soldiers outside,” I replied. “Besides, Command won’t want a lot of ears around. I also have to contend with my laundress, who is not very social.” “Laundress?” Vincent asked. “A village widow,” I explained. “She drops off clean things and takes away the soiled things. And she’s very cranky.” I pulled a short list of names from the folder and handed it to Remak. Vincent was scribbling a list of his own. Bobby exited the bathroom then carrying his toilet kit and a pile of neatly folded clothing in hand. “Good morning,” he said brightly. Vincent beamed at him as he did every time they saw one another. “Good morning, Bobby. The Colonel is handing out secret missions, so I thought I’d give you one,” Vincent said with a big grin. Bobby frowned at the paper being offered. “This is a shopping list.” “It’s very important, Bobby,” Vincent said sincerely. “And I can’t leave to get it.” Bobby gazed intently at his brother before snorting loudly. “Yeah, right.” “Okay, I’d rather you weren’t here when the generals arrive,” Vincent said. “We may need someone to bail us out.” “That’s more like it,” Bobby replied. “I’ll be ready in a minute.” “I need you to see those individuals in person – no assistants,” I said. “Understood, Sir. What is the message?” “I am ready to discuss my options. Please, choose a date.” “Very well. We will return as soon as possible. Bobby?” Remak said crisply. “I’m ready,” Bobby said. Vincent emerged from the bedroom where he had dashed. He was holding a roll of currency. “Get yourself some things, too,” Vincent said. “Stay sharp and come back safe.” “Don’t worry, Brother. I’m with the Lieutenant.” Remak actually smiled. The two left. I heard Remak giving orders to the guards. Then her military-issued sedan pulled away. Vincent looked at me expectantly. I shook my head with a smile. “It is good to have you to myself, but there isn’t time. We’ll barely have time to gather laundry.” “I can do that. Want more coffee?” “Sure.” I was given a fresh mug of coffee and a sweet kiss before Vincent dashed off again. I’d forgotten about his speed. He seldom used it off the battlefield. It was dizzying to watch him zip around the house like a hummingbird. Moments later, he was sitting beside me. The laundry bag was on the floor next to the door. “We’ve got company,” I said as I heard the distinct knocking of Mrs. Gottfried’s ancient truck. “Can you let her in?” “Stop asking,” Vincent replied. “You can have anything you want.”
I glared at him, swallowing hard, “You’re gonna pay, brat.” “Yeah...yeah.” “Who the hell are you?” a gruff woman’s voice demanded just before Vincent opened the door. “It’s okay, guys,” Vincent said as he leaned outside. “Hello, Mrs. Gottfried.” “Aren’t you a pretty one?” She said as she sauntered into the room. Vincent was surprised at her height and the wiry strength. She was quite old, but nowhere near frail. “But I never saw you smile on the TV. You should smile more.” “I agree,” I said. “Hello, Mrs. Gottfried.” “Hello, Colonel,” she replied giving me a long appraising look. “You don’t look as bad as I’ve seen.” “Really? He scared me,” Vincent said. “No, child. This isn’t bad at all,” she replied. “I’ve seen him bad enough that he didn’t hardly move from one week to the next.” Vincent considered this as Mrs. Gottfried unloaded her parcels in the bedroom. Her demeanor was such that my lover didn’t consider offering his assistance. “I even think he lets you help him,” she continued. “He can be a stubborn thing though.” Vincent smiled devilishly at me. “Anything else you want to tell me about the Colonel?” “Mrs. Gottfried is very busy,” I growled. “And the Generals’ delegation is heading up the road.” “Another time, kiddo. I can’t stand those knot heads. Take care, Colonel.” She was gone in the next instant. I narrowed my eyes at Vincent ignoring how beautiful he was in the morning sunlight. My lover, however, was unrepentant. “You wanted me to be me,” he said with a very warm smile. “I must have hit my head,” I muttered as Vincent sat beside me. We weren’t touching, but he was close enough for me to strongly sense this presence. That would have to be enough. Moments later, the Co-Chairmen of Joint Military Command were in my living room along with their secretary. Both were of the square jawed, buzz cut, stocky and stern variety of military man. And they liked to travel befitting their high status. I couldn’t imagine how much of their staff was standing in my yard trampling my grass. “Don’t get up, men,” General Mueller said brusquely. “The doctor doesn’t want you moving, Heron, and Major Greven has never been good at saluting.” “No, sir,” Vincent agreed amicably. “We won’t keep you very long,” General Braun said. “Just tell us for the record what happened on Tuesday October 20th at 0900 hours.” The secretary turned on a recorder and readied her notebook. “I am Colonel Rikard Heron, serial number 34991,” I began. “I am Major Vincent Greven, serial number 40841,” Vincent added. We carefully detailed what we saw and how we responded that morning including battle tactics. We concluded the report without commenting on motives for the attack. “Very good,” Braun said. “Your statements concur with those of the witness and that of Jenn Saxl and Robert Greven.” “When did you de-brief Bobby?” Vincent asked.
“Lieutenant Remak took his statement yesterday,” Mueller replied. “You and the Colonel were with Dr. Auerbach.” “What happens next with the investigation?” I asked. “We are tracking down the known associates of the assailants,” General Braun said. “There was a lot of money thrown about in procuring their services. We will find the source.” “What do you need from us?” I asked pointedly. “We need you to take control of your squad, and we want Hardcase back where he belongs,” Mueller said. “You are the best we’ve ever trained.” “Thank you, sirs,” I said. “We shall focus on recovery. And we will be available should you need our assistance.” “Hardcase?” General Braun asked eyeing us closely. “I’m not used to you allowing anyone to speak for you. I’ve never known you two to be so close.” Vincent looked at them intently. All three found his gaze unnerving. They were thinking about the deadly weapon in the flesh – like he wanted them to. “The Colonel and I have seen a lot of terrible things. He understands me. He always has,” Vincent said quietly. “I will be ready to serve him as he sees fit.” That statement sent a jolt down my spine. The feeling was all the more powerful by the complete guilelessness in his tone. I had to swallow my intense feelings and not react. “Good,” General Mueller. “And your brother? Has he ever manifested?” “I haven’t seen him much since I’ve been back,” Vincent replied carefully. “I have not witnessed any manifestation in Bobby Greven,” I stated firmly. “Nor have I heard of any. It doesn’t always happen in siblings.” “That’s true,” General Braun admitted. “We couldn’t get that lucky. That’s it then. Contact us when the doctor clears you.” “Yes, sirs,” we said in unison. The Generals actually chuckled. The secretary even smiled. They were gone after a few handshakes. We did not speak until we heard the vehicles drive away. Vincent turned toward me concern darkened his beautiful features. “You lied to protect Bobby?” “I did not lie, Vincent. I promised no deception or secrets,” I replied holding his gaze with mine. “My time with Bobby was carefully controlled to avoid circumstances where I would see any manifestation.” “So you wouldn’t have to lie.” I smiled. “That’s right. But I am telling the truth when I say that I haven’t heard anything about Bobby manifesting.” “Yeah, if my brother felt anything, he would have come to you or Remak,” Vincent said. “It’s so strange that I was a multiple manifest and Bobby hasn’t at all.” “He is older than the norm, but he has also been through a lot of trauma because of your induction into the Program,” I mused. “He may have repressed. That happens often in siblings.” “It does?” “Yes. And that’s among the phenomena I want to study,” I replied. “Thank you for protecting Bobby,” he murmured leaning toward me. “I could do nothing less...”
That earned me a pretty hot kiss. When he raised that sweet mouth from mine, his eyes were warm and affectionate. “You will serve me however I see fit?” I asked softly. My lover’s eyes darkened. “I meant that in every way.” “Lord,” I moaned. “You are driving me crazy. Let’s shower...I can’t do anything...but it will feel good...” It did feel good being under the hot spray with Vincent. I shampooed his hair. He massaged my skin. We were both highly aroused, but managed not to devour each other whole during long, clingy kisses. I was soothed by his touch and he was enjoying mine. It was not an efficient shower, but we emerged somehow renewed. Black training ghees were the dress for the day. I was tired of pajamas. Wearing them all day made me feel feeble. After we dressed, I obediently returned to the sofa while Vincent made the bed with fresh linens. I was dozing when he returned to my arms. I buried my nose in his hair as he settled close. Bobby was coming in the door the next time I awoke. Vincent put down the book he had been reading as I reluctantly released him. “I’ll help you with the bags,” he yawned at his brother. I watched lazily as the brothers brought in the parcels. It seemed to be far more bags than could have been on Vincent’s list. Before I could ask, my lover stopped short and looked at all that was piling up in the diningroom. “Bobby, what is all this stuff?” He demanded. “We picked most of it up at the Colonel’s office,” he replied. “But what is it?” Vincent insisted. “Fan mail,” Remak said as she entered the house. “There was a great deal more with the gifts.” “Fan mail?” I echoed. “Gifts?” “Apparently, many women who saw the news found you both very compelling during and after the attack,” she replied crisply. “Many want to take care of you both or marry you.” “Both of us at the same time?” Vincent asked in a strangled voice. “I’m not sure, sir,” Remak replied. I sensed she was greatly amused at our discomfort. “I sent the stuffed animals and flowers to the hospital.” “Thanks,” I said in dismay. “The mail can go in the basement.” Vincent shook his head at the pile then returned to the kitchen. Lt. Remak took a seat beside the sofa. She handed me a large envelope. “All of the names on the list agree to a meeting,” she began. “They are most anxious to move forward. These are copies of their schedules for you to coordinate a date. I took the liberty...” “What did you come up with?” I asked. “A week from today is the best for all concerned.” “I should be ready by then,” I said. “You can notify them tomorrow. Good work.” “Thank you, sir. I’ll start lunch.” I looked at Vincent who had just come out of the kitchen. “Why don’t you and Bobby work out? You have to keep up with your therapy.” “Will you watch?”
“Of course,” I smiled. “I like to watch you move. But mind, there will be other eyes upon you.” “I understand. He can’t manifest in front of witnesses,” Vincent said. “We’ll be careful. Bobby! Let’s work out!” I hobbled into the yard under my own power then flopped into the chaise lounge under the shady tree. Vincent tossed a blanket in my face as he bounded in the yard with Bobby on his heels. “Warm up and stretch,” I told them. The yard was a long rectangle with a track carved out of the perimeter. It was a quarter mile around. Bobby and Vincent jogged easily along it talking as they went. I could not help but stare as Vincent passed by. The sun glinted off his golden locks. The light made his skin more tawny than usual. It was puzzling that Vincent was so blonde but tanned so easily. I was as dark haired as anyone could get, but was very fair skinned. The sun was not my friend without a lot of protection. The sun loved Vincent. The brothers jogged for about twenty minutes before beginning their stretches and meditation. Altereds tended to be highly strung. When I went through training, the emphasis was on using out traits as best we could. It made for an effective but volatile team. I discovered meditative exercises through a guest trainer. I had my squad and everyone who trained under me learn it. Vincent had passed some of what he knew to Bobby. They mirrored each other through the long, slow stretches breathing deeply throughout. Vincent benefited from those exercises. He was an angry, explosive teenager who needed focus. I had to taunt him into complying. Any challenge to Vincent’s skills back then was like waving a red flag. We argued a lot, but he always did them with me and only me. Looking back, I am certain that our path towards each other began when we meditated together. I watched Vincent with pride. He was a portrait of focus yet completely relaxed. He must have practiced his routines frequently while he was away. I wondered if I had been his focal point. As if he could hear my thoughts, Vincent opened his eyes and met my gaze. His was warm and intense. My breath caught at the emotion I saw there. Vincent bowed to me after that long moment. When he rose, deviltry sparkled in his eyes. “Okay, Bobby, let’s see what you got.” “Keep it grounded,” I cautioned. “Yes, sir,” Vincent retorted. The Grevens squared off against each other. Bobby had an inch on Vincent and maybe twenty pounds, but he was inexperienced. His attacks had good physical force, but his speed and timing was no match for Vincent. Still, I saw a lot of raw talent in the young man. “Good, Bobby,” I called. “Don’t drop your shoulder so much.” Vincent praised and instructed him as well. This was not a fight between Altereds, but it was a fast, intense spar. And it attracted the attention of our guards and Lt. Remak. They sparred for about thirty minutes before Bobby began to tire. He tried one more flurry of moves to take his brother down, but Hardcase had him pinned a few seconds later. There was applause as the pair bowed to each other then to me. “Very good!” I said enthusiastically.
Vincent wasn’t finished yet. He needed to work off the excess adrenalin. He did hand springs down the yard and back. With each one, he bounded higher off the ground. He finished with a flip that took him higher than my roof landing lightly and gracefully in a low crouch. While the assembled applauded, I swallowed hard thinking about all that energy focused on me. Vincent met my gaze then, and I saw a promise and a challenge in his eyes. “Feel better?” I asked. “I didn’t know that I needed that,” he replied. “But you did.” I shrugged with a smirk then accepted his help from the chair. The guards took up their posts as we headed inside. “That was great!” Bobby said. “But I have to shower again.” “Me, too,” Vincent muttered. I thought about offering a tongue bath, but decided against it. Of course, Vincent caught my leer. He smirked. “You’d better rest up. I’m seeing a lot of promises in that expression,” he whispered as I was arranged on the sofa. We were alone for a moment. Bobby had made a beeline for the bathroom and Remak was back in the kitchen. I opened my mouth to make some snide comment, but my lover had other plans. He kissed me soundly. I had to bite back a moan. “Get stronger,” he pleaded in a husky whisper. “I need you. I want you.” It was strong incentive that I would heed. That day set our routine for the next three. After lunch, I dozed while Vincent helped Bobby with his studies or read his own research. Remak worked on her laptop and the phone keeping up with the squad’s endless paperwork. In the evening, Remak and Vincent would make supper. She taught him a few recipes and he surprised her with how handy he was with a knife. Enough was made each night to share the hot meals with our guards. Bobby helped with clean up afterward. We’d watch some television in the evening, but I found that Vincent and I were more a source of entertainment and information for our housemates than anything on screen. Vincent slowly revealed what had become of him in that strange other world. I revealed what was behind the conspiracy that resulted in his departure and what happened afterward. Neither Remak nor Bobby had had any idea how much we’d endured during those two years. I think we both found it therapeutic to get it off our chests. We would retire relatively early. I wanted to have Vincent to myself for a little while each day while we were still awake. During those hours, we talked about the near future and the long term, or we didn’t talk at all. No one would believe it of a pair of trained human weapons, but we would sometimes just gaze at each other sometimes tracing each other’s facial features. Sometimes, I would just hold him and listen to him. “I’ve been alone for so long,” he whispered one night. “I thought I would always be alone.” “I understand...it’s always been hard to let anyone close,” I said. “What we are is difficult for anyone else to grasp. Even Remak recoiled at some of what I’ve told her these past days. She doesn’t know half of the darkness we live with.” “Yeah,” he sighed. “But I think telling them helps them to understand us a little.” “Some of what we are, anyway,” I agreed considering his face in the moonlight. “The rest is like magic. Beyond description.” “Yeah,” he replied. This time he had a sweet smile on his face.
Each day I grew stronger, but I concealed that from Vincent. My lover was in need of correction for all of his teasing. I looked forward to slowly taking and learning that young, strong body. I was not alone in those thoughts. Vincent grew increasingly restless in my arms in the last days our guests were with us, yet he would not let me bring him release. Instead, he asked me to massage his scalp. This was not a surprise. We had not showered together in a few days. He missed that attention. The massage made him sleep. The last night we had guests brought a great deal of restlessness from my lover. I knew the cause and was prepared. It was Bobby who had inadvertently upset him. I had heard it all when I was supposed to be napping. In my defense, I had been asleep. But I felt an emotional tremor from my lover that woke me. Vincent had been sitting on the sofa with me wound around him talking to his brother. I tightened my hold around his waist as he and Bobby kept talking. “I can’t say I completely understand, but you are really happy,” Bobby admitted. “I’ve never seen you so calm. But Jenn is still really mad. She hung up on me today.” “I never told her...” Vincent began. “I know...and that wasn’t fair. But everyone thought...” “Yeah...I know,” Vincent replied bleakly. “We’ve been friends forever...” “I think she’ll be okay,” Bobby said. “But it will take time.” “I guess...” “It’s true. If she stayed to see how you are together, she wouldn’t want to stand in your way,” Bobby assured him. “Maybe...just let her know that she’s still welcome,” Vincent said glumly. “I will, I promise. Try not to worry. You can’t take on all these burdens,” Bobby advised. “I’ll try,” Vincent chuckled. He had seemed fine the rest of the evening, but I found him to be needy in my arms. I didn’t mind. Soothing his body and spirit was a joy for me. I loved carding my fingers through that thick silk and massaging his scalp. Soon, Vincent was sighing contentedly, and then I felt him relax into sleep.
5 The morning was hectic with soldiers moving out cots and suitcases. Our guards were scaled back to one car patrolling the area. I felt stronger than I had on the day of the Market incident, and I wanted our privacy back. While Vincent and Bobby said their farewells, Remak was giving her last instructions. “There is more than enough food for the weekend and into the week,” she said. “A patrol will be on the perimeter.” “I promise that we will close the shutters at night and keep our beacons on our persons,” I said. “I’ll see you on Monday when we come in to see the Doc.” “Yes, sir.” “Thank you, Ouida,” I said gently. “For all of your help and for your friendship.” My fierce lieutenant blushed before giving me a smile. “It is an honor and a pleasure to really get to you and Vincent. I’ll see you on Monday.” I watched Remak collect Bobby then bundle him in to the sedan. Vincent waved as they drove away. He lifted his face to the sunlight for a moment before turning back to the house. My heart lurched at the expression of happiness and anticipation on those beautiful features. I waited until he closed and locked the door before I moved, pinning him against the door as he turned to face me. I gave him no quarter, taking him by the hair and tilting his face up. Vincent moaned as I took his lips in a wholly possessive kiss and pressed my body against his. He melted against me. His knees weakened and only the press of our bodies held him up at that moment. “Rik...please...please...” He gasped against my lips. I pulled him into the bedroom then pushed him on the bed. Vincent moved to yank off his shirt, but I stopped him. “Slowly,” I murmured. “Or I could tie you down.” Vincent moaned loudly at that even while he was shaking his head. “No...I need to touch you,” he replied in a husky whisper before claiming a brief kiss. “Take me...fuck me...anyway you want.” “Take off your shirt only,” I said with a smile. It was a command but in a very gentle tone. Vincent didn’t bristle. He calmly took the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it off. “Free you hair,” I added softly. Vincent smoothly pulled the hair band from his ponytail then shook loose his hair. “No one will interrupt us. We have as long as it will take,” I murmured leaning toward him. “Now, let me Vincent...let me...” I took his mouth in a deep, demanding kiss as one hand gently but firmly grabbed him by the hair. He didn’t resist when I pushed him back onto the mattress. It was hard to move far from that sweet, hot mouth. Vincent’s kiss was addictive, but he was yielding to my touch. I had to take advantage. Vincent was responsive everywhere. The curve of his shoulders and the skin over his collarbones was delicious and licking or sucking there made him moan. The tone was pleading. Tonguing or nipping at his nipples made him writhe and arch on the mattress. All the while, his elegant hands caressed my skin wherever he could reach. I got what I
had long wanted that night. I mapped every inch of his smooth, warm skin with my fingers and my tongue. He had some surprising areas that sparked arousal. Inside his wrists, his knee and the arch of his foot made him sob when I licked them. Vincent was compliant throughout yet he still managed to drive my crazy. By the time I pushed into his tight heat, I was as ready to explode as he was. Vincent’s eyes never left mine as I moved in him. They were hooded and nearly black from arousal. It was maddening for us both, but I took him as slowly as I could manage. We went to the brink over and over before I finally swooped down for a last kiss just as we came. He clung to me afterward, unwilling to let me move even to clean us up. I held him close while he caressed my back. Again, I massaged his scalp. “So intense...” he murmured nuzzling me. “I felt so...” “Exposed...I felt the same. It’s alright, love...” “Say that again.” “It’s alright, love,” I repeated softly, kissing him. “I love you.” “I’ve never felt this way about anyone,” he whispered. “You could destroy me...” “Never. I will protect you and see that you are happy for all of our days,” I said gazing into his golden eyes. “I want that from you,” he admitted. “I want to protect you and make you happy. Doesn’t this scare you.”? “Why?” “It was so fast...just hours...” “No, it wasn’t, Vincent,” I said softly. “We were always turning toward each other.” That day set the routine for the next two days. The hours were filled with making love, good food and long naps. We meditated and stretched. We massaged each other after long, hot showers. With every touch, more of our barriers fell. My trust in Vincent deepened. Of course, I paid for the sensual torture of my lover. I knew he was watching me as I slept that next morning. His gaze had a weight to it. I felt it all over my body before I opened my eyes. His gaze was intent when I finally met it. Vincent was calculating his battle plan. I moaned before he touched me. No one ever out matched Hardcase in a pitched fight. There was no way I could resist him in this. I didn’t want to try. A beautiful smile curved his lips as he pushed the hair from my face. “Slowly,” he murmured. His voice was like honey. “Oh, god...” The beautiful smile grew wicked as his mouth claimed mine. Vincent’s tongue was sinful. He had learned so much in the brief time with me. It was hard to believe I was his first lover. His kiss was languid and sensual. He’d become expert in taking my mouth. I was helpless beneath him by the time he raise his head from mine. But that tongue was far from finished with me. Vincent’s tongue found everywhere on my body that had a direct circuit to my groin. My ears were very sensitive as were the soles of my feet and the small of my back. But it was his torment of my nipples that almost made me come. I was a trembling, pleading mass of nerves when Vincent finally pushed into me. I was on my side pressed back against my lover, my head tilted back against his shoulder. “Vincent...dear god...” I gasped. “Please, love...”
He shifted that lithe, lethal body and electrified my nerve endings, blinding me with pleasure. In the aftermath, Vincent wrapped his whole body around me, soothing the trembling in us both. “I love that you let me see you this way,” he whispered in my ear. “My pleasure,” I sighed. “Truly.” Vincent was silent for a moment. Then, he gently turned my face toward him. “You won’t allow anyone else to see you this way,” he said softly. His eyes were intense. “Never, love,” I replied sincerely. He smiled then somewhat sheepishly. “I don’t want anyone looking at you at all. Crazy, huh?” I kissed his lips briefly. “I think I have more cause to be concerned about eyes on you, beautiful Vincent.” He snorted, nuzzling my throat. “We’ll see. I heard about you and those nurses.” “Heard what? All I did was lay there,” I muttered, turning his body so that he was flat on his back. “All I could think about was you.” “I thought a lot about you then, too,” he admitted softly. “I think all we ever really notice is each other,” I said as I caressed his skin. “And that may be a bigger problem.” Vincent said. “They won’t approve because you’re my squad leader.” “You’re being a man doesn’t help either, no matter what the laws are,” I chuckled. He looked a little concerned then. “I’m not used to hiding my feelings. And we’ll be at Central a lot this week.” I smiled at him, and then kissed him when he looked confused. “I count on that. Someone will piss you off early and often. You’ll be your usual scowling but beautiful self the whole time we’re there.” “And you’ll be the same smug, smiling bastard,” he retorted playfully. “Why wouldn’t I be? I have everything I want,” I purred. “And I know how to keep it.” *** Altereds were understandably wary of doctors and hospitals. They were responsible for a life altering change in our bodies. They were there throughout our conversions. Trauma, pain and isolation were associated with the military medical division. Dr. Auerbach was different from the physicians who had altered us. The tall, lanky man seemed to have always been gray haired with deeply lined skin, so I wasn’t sure how old he was. But his eyes were always kind, and he seemed to see a lot more than even his instruments told him. Auerbach was the one putting us back together after a mission or a battle. He never pushed us back to full duty until we were absolutely ready. I suspected that was why Vincent was relatively relaxed during the exams. He was wary as I was, but not rigidly tense as I’ve seen him in a hospital. It also helped that the Doctor was highly intuitive. He saw us together. Thus, my lover was uncharacteristically patient as he was weighed and measured and scanned. “In general, you are healthier than I’ve known you to be,” he commented thoughtfully. “You’ve put on good weight. You aren’t drawn so tightly.”
“He’s a good cook,” I commented, smiling at Vincent’s blush. “His power levels are at 80 percent,” he continued. “Have you been sparring?” “Just a little with my brother,” Vincent replied. “I’ve been meditating and stretching though.” “You can begin full workouts, but at a very easy pace. You can assume full duties in another four to six weeks?” He asked while looking at me. “Six weeks sounds good,” I replied. Auerbach filled out a slip then handed it to Vincent. He smiled at the man I was up next. The Doctor considered his readings carefully. “You are better rested than I’ve seen you this soon after being depleted,” he commented. “You’ve put on a little long needed weight as well. Very good...full workouts would benefit you as well. You are at about 75 percent of your strength.” “Fine. And when do I return?” “You shouldn’t rush. Six weeks should be sufficient,” he said. His voice was neutral, but his eyes were devilish. “I look forward to meeting with you tomorrow.” “I as well,” I replied accepting the slip. “Good day, sir.” Vincent relaxed visibly when we walked out of the hospital, but he didn’t speak until we were well away from the building. “He’s one of the VIPs? Vincent asked. “Yes,” I replied. “Dr. Auerbach is very concerned about the long term affects of being an Altered. He wants to do a study on the physical and psychological affects of our induction and training.” “He’s always been nice, and I could tell he wanted to protect us,” he commented thoughtfully. “Where to now?” “The library,” I replied. “The Military Library. And mind, I’ll probably do some flirting.” “When aren’t you flirting,” Vincent muttered. “I saw those nurses. You never turn it off, do you?” “Vincent,” I said quietly and with as much intensity as I could put in a soft tone. We weren’t close enough to touch, but I could feel the tension vibrating between us. “I cannot help what they say or how they look at me. I sure can’t figure out why. I only actively flirt as a means to an end.” Vincent blushed. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he stalked down the street. I was grateful that urban surveillance still didn’t include audio. I walked as close to him as I dared, scowling to match his frown. “I’ve gone hours without your kiss,” I muttered heatedly. “I am fighting with all I have not to slam you against a wall had have you in public.” My lover inhaled sharply. His eyes remained cast down, and he spoke softly. “I thought it was just me. I can’t even look at you right now. I want you so badly.” I smirked to keep from grinning like an idiot. “Don’t hurt me when we get home. I’ve just been cleared by the Doc for light workouts.” Vincent smirked as well and relaxed markedly. To anyone reviewing the videotapes, it would look like any one of the hundreds of public fights we’ve had over the years. We made our way to the large, majestic building that housed the Military Library. We were scanned several times and several ways before we reached the front desk. I wondered what sort of call I’d receive from Remak when we left.
Miss Kraus, the head librarian was on duty that morning. The woman was actually smiling as we approached – an uncharacteristic expression on her sharp features. “As I live and breathe,” she said quietly. “I thought the news reports were untrue – Vincent Greven, you are a wonder.” “Hi, Miss Krause,” he said softly. “It’s good to see you, too.” “What can I do for you boys?” I passed her a slip of paper. She considered it with a raised brow. “Never one for light reading, were you?” “You know me,” I smiled. “I do indeed. Log this under general reference?” “Please. But this can be on the record,” I replied, sliding her another slip. “Oh, very good.” Vincent looked at me quizzically, but said nothing. We waited patiently for the material. Patrons looked at us with curiosity, but did not approach. They were all military and thus well aware of our records and of Vincent’s volatile nature. They steered clear, but remained watchful. My lover noticed but ignored the glances. Miss Kraus brought around a small cart of books and periodicals. “Those are news and culture magazines from the past two years,” I said. “I thought you might like to catch up.” “Thank you, Colonel,” he replied quietly. I heard the fondness in his tone. “I think I know a good spot for reading.” I followed him to a corner of the floor I had never visited. There was an old, overstuffed settee under a huge window. Vincent smiled wistfully. “I used to study here. I think it’s big enough for both of us.” It was, but we were pressed against each other. Vincent swung his legs over one arm of the settee and rested his back against my side. Of course, I allowed this. I smiled when he nuzzled me briefly without thinking. I could rest the books on my lap and scan the pages. And it felt good to touch him. We quickly lost ourselves in our reading. I had some thick tomes of government decrees. The print was fine to say the least. Even with detailed reference numbers, the pages were difficult to find. When I found them, I understood why. I was deeply angered by what I read, but I couldn’t react then. I scanned the pages into the recorder and proceeded to the next passage while Vincent read intently. I’m not sure how much time passed. The window was not in direct sunlight, and I didn’t want to jostle Vincent’s sprawl to dig out my watch. I was half way through my citations when I heard a cart being pushed our way. Miss Krause appeared from around a corner before we could move. From the surprisingly tender expression on her face, I knew we didn’t have to. “I thought you’d like some tea,” she said softly. I smiled in surprise. Vincent swung his leg around to sit up. It was good to see that he was surprised as well. We accepted the refreshments graciously. There was a fragrant jasmine tea and spice cookies as well. Vincent stared at Miss Krause’s rigid, treating figure. “We’re going to be gallant again,” he said after a bite of the cookie.
“I daresay,” I replied. I could tell by Vincent’s expressive face that he had no more idea what prompted the unexpected kindness than I did. So we just enjoyed the snack then returned to our reading. By the time I finished, I was riled. My researched confirmed a lot of suspicion and rumor I had hoped wasn’t true. The knowledge strengthened my resolve. It made me ready for the fight ahead. “You finished?” Vincent asked. His voice was enticingly sleepy. “Yes. You want to eat or work out?” A wicked smile spread across his face. “What do you think?” “Let’s take these carts back then figure out what’s happening at Central Command.” “Hogan’s Alley?” “I think level two or three should do it.” “Three,” Vincent said decisively. His smile was even bigger and more devilish. “Remember that you’re supposed to be taking care of me,” I cautioned. “I promise not to wear you out – at the course,” he said mischievously. We returned the carts to an appreciative Miss Krause. I wondered anew at tender glances from the woman. Then, I noticed the monitors behind her counter. One of the screens had a clear view of that settee. So much for concealing our relationship. I wished I had seen what she had. I realized that I wanted photographs of Vincent and of us together. I would have to buy a camera. “Thank you, Miss Kraus,” I said. “You have been very helpful and kind.” “My pleasure. Please, come back soon.” “We will,” Vincent promised with a wink. I pulled out my cell and signaled Remak. “How is the lay of the land?” “They know you are coming to Central Command,” she replied. “It is preferred that I pick you up and bring you through the secured entrance.” “Why?” Remak actually sighed before answering. “Your fans are amassing at the front gate.” “There’s a mass?” “It’s quite a number of people, sir. Word got out that you and Hardcase were in the area. They want to see you both,” she replied. “Command wants us to keep a low profile?” “It was not a direct order, but that is my understanding.” “Come prick us up at St. Alban’s courtyard,” I said. “We’ll be warming up. And have Hogan’s Alley set for level three.” “Yes, sir. Twenty minutes.” Vincent looked up at me expectantly. “Let’s warm up in the courtyard. Our fans await.” He frowned at that, but followed without comment. The Library’s courtyard was largely deserted most of the time save for the odd staffer on a smoke break. We put our rucksacks down and took off our fatigue jackets. We both wore the black training fatigues of our squad. They were looser fitting and designed to move. I knew our shirts would go before we actually sparred. I wore a turtleneck beneath the fatigues while Vincent always fought in his signature tight black tank tee. “You look great, Blitz,” he murmured appreciatively.
“Back at you, Hardcase,” I smiled. “Let’s begin.” We faced each other about an arm’s length apart and began our warm-up. We used each other as a focal point as we breathed and stretched. I felt my muscles tingle and come alive as energy began to course through me. I felt the energy arcing between us. I watched Vincent center himself and relax into the meditation. His eyes were intent upon my face. He was considering my state of well-being. I eyed him back with defiance. That got me a smirk. “That’s a lot of attitude on your face, Colonel. Sure you can take me on?” “I can handle you, brat.” “We’ll see, old man,” he replied as a horn honked. “I think that’s our ride.” Remak was indeed just outside the courtyard, She, too, was eyeing me carefully as we piled into the car. “I am well, Lieutenant,” I said quietly. “I’ve been cleared to workout. In fact, can you take these certificates to the Joint Command’s Secretary.” “Yes, sir...six weeks more?” “It’s necessary.” “Yes, sir,” Remak replied though I knew she didn’t understand. “Hogan’s Alley is set for level three.” “Thank you. And we’ll be getting out a block from the main gate,” I said. “But, sir...” “Trust me, Ouida, it’s in our best interest to remain in the public eye.” “They can’t lock us away if we stay on the news,” Vincent said. “You should fire up the jumbotron.” Vincent’s voice was different. He was already focused on the spar, but he could still follow my strategy. “We’ll meet you and the squad at the Base Bistro afterward,” I said as she came to a stop. “Keep those rucksacks close.” “Yes, sir! Have a good spar.” “We will.” As Remak pulled away, we assessed our options. There was a large crowd near the main gate, but it thinned out considerable along the walls on either side. After a moment of scanning the area, we faced each other. Vincent’s expression made me want to moan out loud. His eyes had the same intensity as they did when we made love. “Vincent, you know that I am well,” I said seriously. “Yes, I know that. I feel that, Rik.” “We will fight as always.” “Keep each other in sight, but fight for ourselves.” “Unless one gets into real trouble.” “You remember that as well, Blitz.” It was a rare battle mantra for us. Very rarely were Altereds so close that they were moved to sacrifice themselves for another. I was moved to feel that level of devotion from Vincent and pleased that he could feel it from me. “I’ll tale the left side of the gate. Is Hogan’s Alley in the same place?” “Yes. I’ll take the right side. Let’s hit the Alley together.” Vincent nodded. We took a very deep, cleansing breath. The atmosphere around us began to change as we gathered power. My lover scowled into his battle expression.
“Don’t hold me back,” he said beginning our final mantra. “Give me good luck.” “Never look back.” “Go!” I shouted. Initially, we ran to build adrenaline that would mingle with the captured energy from around us. Then, we began handsprings to build height in each bound. By the time we reached the edge of the crowd, we hit the ground with the balls of our feet. The energy field pulsed downward against the ground propelling us high in the air. I could hear the crowd cheer as we somersaulted mid-air, clearing the wall easily and landed lightly and gracefully beyond the gate. “It’s Hardcase with the Colonel!” one of the gate guards exclaimed. “This is going to be good.” Hogan’s Alley for Altereds was dangerous at any level. Three was in the lower range of difficulty, but it could still cause serious injury if the Altered’s focus was off. I did not watch Vincent’s first encounter. I would see it in the post-mortem. I heard the first explosion he caused, but I had a battle bot shooting at me. I easily sent the energy back ‘killing’ it. The attacks increased in frequency after that. It felt good to fight again without debilitating fatigue. By the time we reached the clearing at the end of the alley, I was hardly winded. Vincent’s hair had come undone during the battle. He was magnificent in his fierceness. I didn’t let him think. I pelted him with energy blasts, sending him scrambling. My lover was far from deterred. Vincent came after me. He kept me moving, but was far from giving all he had. A final flurry of moves and counter moves sent me bounding just outside the perimeter of the clearing. I didn’t hear the battle bot arm behind me. I only realized one was that close when Vincent leaped to intercede. His movement triggered two more bots. These would have re-armed from our earlier pass at the default level of 10. His leap put us back to back. I felt energy arcing between us and used it to shield us both. “Halt!” I shouted to end the scenario. A loud buzzer sounded all bots and walls withdrew. We relaxed when everything disappeared. I turned to face Vincent. He was disheveled and panting slightly. It took all of my self-control not to seize him and kiss him senseless. Vincent read my thoughts. He smirked at me before bowing respectfully. “Good spar, Colonel,” he murmured before straightening. I bowed to him. “And to you, Major. Well fought.” I made a show of stumbling as we left the field. Vincent immediately wrapped a supporting arm around my waist. General Braun appeared in front of us as we reached the commercial quadrant of the base. Vincent’s state of dishevelment and my leaning on him painted a picture we intended. “I hope you have not had a set back,” Braun muttered at us. “The Doctor did not want you to push too hard.” “We did get a little caught up in the hunt,” I conceded. “But we aren’t as bad off as we look.” “Perhaps, but you should return to convalescing. We need you back whole,” he admonished.
“I’ll have Lt. Remak drive us back after we’ve eaten, sir,” I said. “We really need to eat, sir,” Vincent added. “Right...carry on.” We both managed a credible salute as the man left. Vincent’s arm tightened his arm around me. He leaned in close to my ear. “Never mind him, Rik,” he murmured. “And we do need to eat.” “Yes, Vincent,” I replied dryly. We made our way to the Base Bistro where Lt. Remak waited just inside the door. “I’m fine, Lieutenant,” I said before she could speak. “We’re fine. Did you secure a table?” “Yes, sir,” she replied. “Right over here against the wall.” “Very good,” I replied. “What’s the special?” “Chicken pot pie, sir.” “Sweet!” Vincent exclaimed. “We’ll be having that and some good, dark beer.” Remak looked at me with a raised brow. “He’s in charge of the food,” I said with a shrug as we seated ourselves. Vincent sat next to me rather than across the table. “We need the calories,” he explained. “We’ve depleted our reserves.” The rest of the squad piled into the bistro then, including Raden who looked as crazed as ever. His tiny intensely blue eyes glinted at us. He was spoiling for a fight with anyone who was willing to give him one. His thin, wiry form seemed coiled to strike. It was time for some war exercises. I’d have to arrange that as soon as possible. “I wish I had known you planned to spar, Hardcase,” Raden said with a scary grin. “We coulda made it interesting.” “It was only level 3,” Vincent scowled as he pulled back his hair. “I don’t want Auerbach locking me in a medical ward because you’re bored.” “I wish we’d been at the right hole when that thing popped out,” Raden said. I was expecting him to rub his hands together. “What holes?” Vincent asked. “Two dozen craters appeared within days of the attack,” I explained. “We sent a platoon to each crater with at least one Altered and a science team. All of the sites saw some action.” “But Blitz got the mother lode including the return of Hardcase himself,” Raden said snidely. “I don’t think six weeks in the hospital can be called lucky,” I muttered. “But then I don’t like actually being in explosions.” Vincent grew thoughtful over the beer set in front of him. “I didn’t know about other ships.” “Hardcase,” I said softly. “There was nothing you could do.” The server distracted everyone for a while. Our squad was notorious with their food orders. They often changed their minds and back again before it was settled. I had a moment to speak with Vincent. “You knew where that ship would come out,” he whispered. “There wasn’t enough coverage, if I was wrong,” I replied quietly. “I was the only multiple available and I’m a better strategist. I had to be the one.” “You thought I’d be there,” he realized.
I nodded. “The craters’ readings were similar to the vortex that took you. They were strongest at that crater.” He smiled wickedly at me. “You’ll have to explain that later.” I glowered at him. “The more things change,” Raden remarked. “I guess you have two years of fighting stored up.” “Whatever,” Vincent muttered. He sipped his beer with relish. I had mine as well. It was cold and had a pleasant bite to it. I sighed as it slid down my throat. The meal was actually pleasant. The rest of the squad piped up lightening the table chatter considerably. Vincent laughed often at the antics he’d missed. I really enjoyed the potpie. Vincent prodded me into having dessert with coffee while I talked about having some advanced skirmishes to blow off steam. I spoke in general terms about designing drone ships like the behemoth to train against. In the meantime, I gave Remak the go ahead to set up maneuvers to keep them busy for a few weeks. She was pleased to be given the added responsibility. “Is it me, or has Raden gotten more squirrelly than usual?” Vincent asked once we were in the car. “He always had too much energy for his body,” I said. “I think he misses the constant state of war we had until two years ago.” “He needs almost constant challenge,” Remak agreed. “Work your evil magic, Ouida. I have faith that you can run him and the squad ragged,” I said playfully. “Yes, sir,” she smiled. “Oh, man,” Vincent laughed. “Do you need to stop anywhere for provisions?” Remak asked as we reached our neighborhood. “No, we’re good for now,” Vincent said. “If you were coming later in the week, I could learn more stuff.” “I would like to meet with you after we’ve spoken to the VIPs,” I said. “Thursday?” “Yes, sir,” she replied easily. “Rest well.” “Thank you, Lieutenant,” I said. “Have a good one,” Vincent said. “I need a nap,” I said softly as we entered the house. “Suits me,” Vincent replied. He took my rucksack and coat into the bedroom while I went to the bathroom. He was barefoot when I came out, and his hair was free. I was surprised when he didn’t try to kiss me. “Patience,” he admonished playfully as he passed into the bathroom. “Get comfortable on the sofa.” I was puzzled, but I did as I was told. I removed my shoes, took off my belt and got comfortable on my back. Vincent came out a moment later. He was smiling at me. “I wanted to kiss without interruption,” he murmured easing on top of me. One of my hands sunk into that glorious mane as his lips took mine possessively. His tongue was sweet as it wound around mine lazily for long moments. His kiss was hungry
but there was something tender in it as well. When he raised his lips from mine, his eyes were very warm. “You were searching for me,” he murmured. “I didn’t realize why, but I was searching since the moment you were torn away,” I replied softly. The kiss was more demanding this time. I held him closely as he claimed my willing mouth. After a few moments of being drugged by kisses, Vincent raised his head once again. “I think that will hold me until later,” he whispered. “How about you?” I smiled. “Maybe. If I want more, can I wake you?” “I think I can kiss you in my sleep.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” I chuckled. He settled against me with a happy sigh.
6 I don’t know what motivated me to watch the news that night. It was doubtful that it wouldn’t make me frown. Curiosity got the best of us. We wanted to know how our little stunt was covered. So there we sat balancing our light supper of soup and sandwiches on our knees watching the news with wariness and foreboding. It seemed our day was part of a feature report on Altereds. The first surprise was Dr. Auerbach’s appearance. “Colonel Heron and Major Greven are recovering well from their injuries, but they still have a long way to go before they are fully healed,” he began. The doctor then gave a superficial overview of Altereds and how we function. Auerbach’s talk was accompanied by an image of our meditation and sketches in the Library courtyard. “Colonel Heron mentors all Altereds in his squad in different ways. Major Greven responded best to meditative techniques,” he continued, narrating over the images. I was fascinated with the images on the recording. Vincent and I were in perfect sync, utterly relaxed and completely focused. We also looked very human and vulnerable. There was something very shrewd in releasing that tape. The next image was of us after we left Remak. I was surprised to hear General Braun’s voice narrating over those images of us scanning the gates. “As you can see, trained Altereds go through a series of steps before initiating an attack. You see our men carefully scanning the street ahead. Then, they agree on a tactic so they can work in tandem and begin to gather power. These men are using a battle mantra. They build power and adrenalin through running and tumbling. Colonel Heron’s tactics are classic as are his attacks. Major Greven tends to be more free form; however, I am seeing more discipline in him here. “Windbag,” Vincent muttered. “What the press and the public must realize is these men are still recovering. Altereds take a lot of punishment in a real battle and it typically requires months to heal and regain full strength. Mind you, these men are still dangerous weapons to the general public and should never be confronted.” The final images were of us back to back defending each other from the battle bots and then my elegant buckle into Vincent’s arms. We both looked fairly wiped out as we left the field. “These two points are supported by our men’s behavior during the incidents at the Central Market,” Braun continued on camera. “During the first, they refused to be baited by thugs intent on causing destruction. During the second, they rescued a pair of young people from kidnapping and prevented considerable damage and injury at the market. Those actions put them back in bed for nearly a week.” The reported concluded the report. “Central Military Command reports and these tapes confirm that both men are well on the mend. They are expected to resume their duties in approximately six weeks. This report reflects a new openness from the military with regard to the lives and service of these extraordinary individuals who face the most extreme dangers to keep us safe. We wanted to talk to Colonel Heron and Major Greven
but decided to respect their privacy as they re-cuperate. Stay tuned for more in-depth features on this exciting subject.” The report ended with a freeze-frame image of us back to back on the training field. “Wow...we’re hot,” Vincent murmured before attacking his sandwich. I laughed. “Yeah...we are. I think that’s the point.” “Huh?” “This was arranged by our new Benefactors. There is no way the brass would let Doc Auerbach do an interview like that,” I said. “Braun probably participated because it would look suspicious not to.” “General Mueller is probably having a fit in a little room,” Vincent muttered. “I’d like to see film of that.” “Yes, but my point is that we look very attractive and accessible and very human,” I said. “Instead of the unstable human time bombs we had lunch with,” Vincent offered. “Exactly,” I said. “We have become the public faces of Altereds.” “Why would our Benefactors want that? I thought most of what we do is secret.” “We’ll be stepping away from the military and away from the shadow of secrets,” I said. “It’s good for the Foundation if the public embraces us.” Vincent gave me a scowl. “Not too close.” “No. I’m sure that privacy while we recup’ is part of that strategy,” I said. “I don’t want to share you with your brother. You can imagine how I feel about the public anywhere near you.” Vincent leaned in to kiss me briefly. “Speaking of your brother, you should call him to have breakfast with us,” I said. “He might be worried over that news report.” “And he can carry groceries,” Vincent said bounding to the phone. “That too.” I left Vincent to his conversation while I washed the dishes. Then, I ran a hot bath. I felt my muscles tightening and needed to soak. I poured bath salts into the stream, and then placed a bottle of massage oil on the ledge of the tub. Finally, I lit candles around the bathroom and turned out the lights. I hadn’t used those candles since my last real date more than two years prior. Afterward, I quickly shuttered the windows and bolted the doors. Vincent finished up his call when I started stripping him. He rang off then turned to start on my clothing. “Not that I’m complaining, but aren’t you the one always preaching about restraint,” he laughed. “I don’t want the bath water to get cold,” I explained as I went after his pants. “Fine with me,” he replied as he pulled my shirt off. We were a flurry of limbs and clothes flying and some laughing before I eased into the steamy fragrant water. I guided Vincent in after me. He was surprised to fit easily between my legs. “I thought this tub seemed huge,” he murmured. “The last owner of this house was a large, tall man,” I replied. “I liked it for soaking. I love it now.” I gently eased us down until the water covered our shoulders. Vincent turned to kiss me on the cheek. “I never liked baths before.”
“No? This can be very therapeutic.” “So I’m learning,” he sighed. “You always were a good teacher.” “You were always an excellent student.” “I thought I drove you crazy,” he asked as he stroked my leg absently. “You did,” I replied languidly. “But you always wanted to learn more, learn why, learn how.” “What will I learn tonight?” “Hmmm...let’s see how well you massage.” “Do I get a massage as well?” “And have the opportunity to touch your skin with warm oil? You couldn’t stop me,” I said. My own voice was husky. We were slippery, but somehow managed to knead the knots out of each other. Vincent was making the most amazing noises as I worked his shoulders and lower back. I made a lot of noises as well. Somehow, he found every inch of soreness or tightness and eased it away. By the time we showered and shampooed the oil and bath salts off, I was ready for sleep. My lover’s eyelids were at half-mast over those amber-gold eyes as I pulled him into the bedroom. “I wanted to fuck you,” Vincent yawned. “Or vice versa.” “I’d love to vice versa as well,” I said as I gathered him in my arms then pulled up the blankets. “But there’s always the morning.” I hadn’t thought Vincent heard me. His eyes were closed and his breathing was deep and even before I fell asleep. But come the gentle light of dawn, I awoke on the verge of orgasm with tight, wet heat pleasuring me and those hooded, golden eyes glittering at me. I only needed to look at that beloved face as he took me and I climaxed in that beautiful, hot mouth. Vincent smiled at me after licking his lips. Then, he pushed my thighs further apart. “We can vice-versa later,” he said softly as he stretched me. “We can do slowly later, too.” I had no thoughts of resisting as he pushed inside me. I wouldn’t have cared if the whole of Central Command barged into the bedroom. I would let Vincent take me any way he wanted. That morning, the preference was for hard and fast. I didn’t mind. Seeing that angelic face lose control because of me was enough to bring me off again. “Good morning,” he panted nuzzling my throat as he tried to catch his breath. I hugged him close then petted his wild hair. “It sure is.” “Hmmm...I love you.” “I can tell,” I laughed softly. “I love you, too.” He nuzzled me again before reluctantly pulling out of me. “We have to meet Bobby.” I stole a kiss before letting Vincent out of bed. He yielded sweetly for a long moment. “Will I ever get enough of you?” He whispered against my lips. “I hope not,” I smiled. “I’ll never get enough of you.” We showered quickly. While Vincent combed his hair – I wasn’t allowed to when we were pressed for time – I found the number for the Market Café. It occurred to me that our recent notoriety could cause mayhem there. The owner, Fritz Becker, was very happy to hear from me. He assured me that we could eat and shop in peace. Our neighbors and the shop owners would see to that. I was surprised. My lover was not.
“You’ve always been good with people,” Vincent said as we strolled to the Market. “You’re an arrogant bastard, but you have people that are willing to follow you through hell. I always thought you had a mesmerizing manifest or something.” I smiled at that. “It wasn’t a manifestation. It’s a defense developed by some children who have no family,” I replied. “I learned how to read people to figure out who will protect or hurt me; who would help my career. Later, I used the skill to figure out who was good for my squad; who I could teach...” “Who you needed to protect,” Vincent added quietly. “Who would let me protect him...occasionally,” I returned. “I let you protect me...most of the time,” Vincent said with a sly smile. “You let me teach you,” I admitted. “I still do,” he grinned wickedly. “And it’s a lot of fun.” I glared at him, but he was unrepentant. We found Bobby a short while later. He hugged Vincent then smiled shyly at me. “You guys looked great on TV,” he said. “But I was a little worried toward the end.” “We’re fine,” Vincent said as we continued walking. “Just a little winded. It was the first real workout in a while.” “Okay,” Bobby said. “So, what are we doing today?” “Shopping and then breakfast,” Vincent said. “I’m going to teach you how to make some things.” “Aw, man...” “Then we can spar,” I added. “Alright!” Bobby exclaimed. Vincent rolled his eyes. I considered them both as we walked toward the Market. I realized that as much as I wanted to keep Vincent completely to myself, he might need to have Bobby closer – especially if our move from the military turned messy. “Where are you, Rik?” Vincent asked gently. I realized I had stopped walking. I smiled at both young men. “It’s nothing. Let’s get shopping.” We noticed that there was a larger than normal crowd in the Market. The new faces seemed more interested in us than the foods. But there were stern glances from the burly farm men and some farmwomen that kept them at bay. Vincent took out his list and started ordering us around. I was trusted enough to buy the garlic and herbs while Vincent taught Bobby about fruits and vegetables. We also picked up meats, pastas and bread. I made a special stop in the pastry shop for some house treats and for gallantry’s sake. Vincent picked up some flowers. Fritz had a table reserved at the Café. We took a moment to greet Mrs. Forrester and Mrs. Schmidt and gifted them each with a box of teacakes as a thank you for the soup, sandwiches and cake. We nearly got the stuffing hugged out of us. I knew we were being photographed, but I didn’t care. The sun was shining and Vincent was smiling. “Do you have a cheese grater?” Vincent asked suddenly as we finished breakfast. “I beg your pardon?” “You heard me.” “I did, I was wondering about what prompted the question,” I replied. “A recipe, you dope.”
“Of course. Alas, I don’t.” “Let’s pick one up on the way out. And we need more basic cheese,” he mused. “Anything you want,” I said. I took a discreet look at the onlookers still milling about and grew a little concerned about our being followed home. “I’m going to call for a lift,” I said. “We bought a lot of stuff.” “Sure did,” Bobby agreed. “Whatever,” Vincent muttered. He wasn’t annoyed. His mind was on cheese. I called Remak to send our perimeter guards to pick up us. However, ten minutes later, it was Remak herself that met us at the entrance to the square. “I thought a driver experienced with evasive tactics would be in order,” she explained in the face of my befuddled expression. It seemed to me that most of the onlookers were lovesick women and hero worshippers – in other words, harmless. But my Lieutenant was always insightful, so I just nodded and put our packages and bags in the trunk. The normally ten minute drive took a half an hour. Remak insisted that we stay away from the road to our house until there were no vehicles visible in the area. I was surprised at how long that took on what were usually very solitary roads. I ignored the smug expression on Remak’s face as we climbed out of the car. “Thank you, Lieutenant,” I said. “Yeah, Vincent went a little crazy with the bags,” Bobby said. “Wuss,” Vincent muttered as he passed by. “Thanks, Lieutenant.” “We seem to be further and further in your debt,” I said with a wry smile. “I expect a big raise in your new company,” she quipped. “Corner office, too,” I said. “See you tomorrow.” The brothers were putting away groceries. I stayed out of the way, opting to check out my long unused den. The room was actually a second bedroom that was almost as large as Vincent’s and mine. A big surplus metal desk occupied most of the space. On it was an ancient computer. I don’t think I’d used either since I was promoted to head my own squad. All of my computers since that one were laptops. At that moment, the reason for a home office eluded me. Perhaps I wanted to the house to seem less empty. “Where are you?” Vincent said from the diningroom. “In here,” I called. He peeked inside. “Why?” I leaned on the desk and looked at my lover intently. “I was wondering if Bobby might want a room here,” I said quietly. Vincent’s already large eyes grew larger. He swallowed hard as he walked toward me. “I...I thought you didn’t want to share me,” he said softly. “I don’t, believe me,” I replied sincerely. “But he is important to you, and we have the space...” Vincent cried out and then my arms were full of him. “I love you, so much,” he said against my ear. “Hmmm...same here...” I murmured inhaling his wonderful scent, holding him close. “Is everything okay?” Bobby asked from the door. Vincent turned toward his brother. A beautiful smile graced his features. “Everything is fine,” he replied.
“I’ve never seen you smile like that, Brother.” “I try to get him to smile like that every chance I get,” I said. Vincent blushed. “Rik was wondering if you’d like a place here. We have room.” “You mean it?” “Of course,” I said. “This shouldn’t take more than a couple of days to clean and fix up. You can camp on the couch in the meantime.” “I’d love to! Thanks, Colonel!” Vincent smiled at me again. I beamed at him. “Oh, brother,” Bobby sighed. “I’ll be in the kitchen.” “Better get used to it,” Vincent yelled after him. “Whatever,” a voice floated back. “I don’t speak Greven,” I said looking at the empty door. “Is he okay with this?” Vincent raised his brows. “Are you okay, bonehead?” “I’m fine, jerkwad. Just making a call.” “He’s fine. Now, kiss me.” I was still confused, but that order made everything less important. I was still leaning against the desk when I pulled Vincent against me and took his mouth in a deep, but gentle kiss. It was sweet and tender but moved me greatly. I held him for a long moment before we left the room. The workout was fun for us all. Bobby was swimming in my training ghees, but he soon found a combination of cuffs and ties that kept the excess material from hampering his movement. I took them through a long and exacting meditation and stretch. I gently corrected Bobby’s form until he could perfectly mirror Vincent and me. I felt him let go of conscious self and completely relax into the movement. We meditated for a long while until I felt Bobby reach maximum focus. “Now,” I said turning on my lover and attacked. Vincent and I went after each other until Bobby interceded to fight his brother. I saw the blur in movement before Vincent reacted to it. They froze for a split second then continued. Their movements were a flash of graceful limbs and increasing speed. I stepped in and fought them both slowing down the pace and making them concentrate on their bodies and how to move them most efficiently. The fight was pitched, but I kept it from escalating. We finished in a flurry that left us breathless. “Cool down,” I ordered. I recited the movement and the beats. My own heart was hammering in my chest. When I finally released them, Vincent grabbed Bobby in a fierce embrace while he gazed at me. His eyes were full of fear. I couldn’t stand that. I looked at my lover with complete calm, willing him to understand that I had a plan. The fear softened into uncertainty. “Bobby,” I said as Vincent released him. “Why don’t you hit the shower?” “Did you see, Colonel?” He asked. His eyes were bright with glee. “Yes. And I am pleased. Now, shower while I talk to Vincent.” “Right.” I had my lover in my arms as soon as the screen door closed. “It’s alright, love.” “How? They’ll take him...they’ll change him.”
“No, they won’t,” I murmured holding him close. “I found out at the library that a guardian has to sign him over into service.” Vincent stilled in my arms. He looked up at me. “Our parents signed for me before they were killed.” “That’s right. I was already a ward of the State,” I said gently. “You are Bobby’s guardian.” “That’s right,” he whispered. “And first thing tomorrow, I’ll file paperwork to be his guardian as well,” I said cupping Vincent’s chin. “We’ll have a united front.” Vincent sighed with relief, but he still looked worried around the edges. “What if he wants to be Altered? What if he wants to serve?” “My love, he is an intelligent young man with many of your fine qualities. If that is the case, trust his choice,” I said holding his gaze. “We can be there to help him through it without the trauma we endured.” “I had hoped he could avoid all of it,” Vincent lamented. “He may yet, but if he chooses our path, he’ll need our support,” I said. He pulled me close for a long moment before kissing me on the neck. “I guess I’ll make lunch,” he said. “Can you have Bobby’s stuff picked up?” “I can do that,” I replied as I guided him into the house. “But remember to explain to him about our baths and showers. I’m not willing to give those up.” “That won’t be a problem,” he said. “The bathroom isn’t connected to his room and neither is ours. He’ll have a place to go if it bothers him. He’ll need a TV and a stereo.” “Okay, Mr. Back Pay,” I retorted. I refrained from mentioning a car for the boy. Vincent made a face at me then headed into the kitchen. I rang up Remak. “A corner office and a cute assistant,” I began. She laughed attractively. “What do you need, sir?” I filled her in quickly though I used oblique phrasing in case there were other ears on the line. She understood immediately. I knew she would want to help. Remak really liked Bobby. “I will handle everything myself,” she said. “Thank you. And you will stay for supper.” “Yes, sir.” Vincent smiled ruefully at me as I entered the kitchen. I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind and held him while he finished making sandwiches. “So much for solitude,” Vincent chuckled. I inhaled his hair with a satisfied hum. “I knew that I could never have you entirely to myself,” I said wistfully. “You’ve never had fewer than a half dozen people around you, my love. People are attracted and easily attached to you.” “But I’m a pain in the ass,” he whined leaning back against me. I laughed at that. “Yes, you are. But you’re also a fiercely loyal friend, you’re very kind, you’re often funny, and you’ve always been gorgeous. People like being with you – even when you’re prickly.” Vincent sighed heavily. “You really don’t mind that?” “No,” I replied without hesitation. “I knew what could come with being close to you. It’s a small sacrifice, believe me.”
He seemed to believe me. Still, he kept me from pulling away until he finished the sandwiches. “What do you want to do?” Vincent asked Bobby after they wolfed down their food. “I-I don’t know,” he replied. “I know what you went through. I still see a sadness in your eyes that makes me think I shouldn’t.” “But you are thinking about it?” I asked. “You guys help so many people. You’re so...amazing...” “Yeah, we’re hot, we know,” Vincent muttered. “But there was so much pain, Bobby. I never let you see me that way.” “Maybe you should,” I said. “I’m requesting our development and training records for our research. Bobby, if you are really considering this path, you should be completely informed.” “We never were,” Vincent said thoughtfully. “They showed us recordings of the coolest parts of this life, but never told us what we would have to go through.” “Are you sure you’re okay with me thinking about it, Brother?” Vincent shrugged. “You have to make your own way. I know I’d never let anyone tell me what to do. Just promise me that you’ll really think about everything you see and hear from us.” “I will. I promise.” “You must not talk about your manifestation to anyone but us, okay?” I said. “I understand.” “Good. Now, I have a question for you,” I continued. “Yes, Colonel?” “Do you trust me enough to be your legal guardian?” “Of course, sir.” “Please, call me Rik.” “I’ll try, sir.” Vincent laughed. I sighed. “We’ll file the papers in the morning before school,” I said. Bobby smiled. “It’ll be nice to have a permanent place to belong. Ma Saxl and Jenn have been great, but it always felt temporary.” “We’ll make it a home,” I said. “After school, we’ll get the furnishings.” “Did Ma Saxl mind you leaving?” Vincent asked his brother. “No...she knew I’ve wanted to be with you as much as possible since you’ve been back,” he replied. “And I’d been crashing at the dorms on nights when I study late, so I was there less and less anyway.” I knew that Vincent wanted to ask about Jenn, but he didn’t. Bobby looked relieved. “Gentlemen, I’m going to have a nap,” I announced. “There are boxes in the back yard shed you can use to pack up that old office. There are cleaning supplies under the kitchen sink.” I really preferred napping with Vincent plastered all over me, but the brothers needed to talk, and I was still supposed to be resting. Some of their conversation drifted to my ears as I got comfortable on the sofa under a light blanket. At first, Bobby was trying to make sure that Vincent hadn’t somehow forced me to invite him to stay. That amused my lover to no end. Later, I heard him explaining how we came together and why we needed each other so much.
“The night we fought that thing,” Vincent said softly. “I tried to follow it back into the crater.” “Why...didn’t you want to see us again?” “Of course I did...more than anything...but I couldn’t see how I could have a happy ever after when so many people were dead. I had been in so much pain for so long, I didn’t know how to feel anything else,” Vincent said. “What stopped you?” “Rik did. He grabbed me and pulled me back,” Vincent replied. “He shielded me with his body and wouldn’t let me go until we were rescued.” “I never felt so safe anywhere,” he continued. “It’s hard for me to explain, but I don’t feel completely right anywhere else but in his arms.” I smiled and let myself drift. Somehow knowing it wasn’t easy for Vincent to share our time made me feel better. Yeah, I’m a selfish bastard.
7 Lt. Remak arrived a few hours later as Vincent was showing Bobby how to shred cheese. I was trusted to chop the salad fixings though those amber eyes watched me like a hawk as I worked. The menu was macaroni and cheese with a side salad. Remak thought the meal lacked protein. I rolled my eyes at Bobby as Remak and Vincent figured out how to add shredded ham to the meal. The younger Greven laughed heartily at my faces. That got us both banished to the livingroom. Bobby looked at me sheepishly until I dissolved into laughter. He looked shocked for a moment then laughed as well. “Colonel,” Bobby said quietly after Vincent glared us into silence. “Rik, what did you first manifest?” “Strength – the one I’m least known for,” I replied. “The control over energy came after I was Altered.” “Vincent’s was speed,” Bobby said. “Yeah. No one thought to test him for strength. I think it was because of his size,” I mused. “Then he broke that metal table in two during his first week of advanced training and shocked everyone. No one figured him for a multiple.” “Why did he do that? He never would tell me.” I smiled. “He really didn’t like creamed corn. I think that’s why he learned to cook.” Bobby chuckled softly. “He sure is serious about food. How is he, really? He seems happy.” “He’s still Vincent – mercurial and maddening,” I said. “But he is happy. More so each day.” Bobby looked at me shyly. “Thanks again for taking me in and for protecting me.” “I’m glad to. Now, we must make amends to the chef,” I whispered as the food was noisily set out. Bobby was his usual sincere, guileless self. He soon overcame his brother’s annoyance. “I can’t make anything like this, Bother,” he said after a few forkfuls. “This is better than Ma Saxl’s. And there’s so much.” “Yes, you can,” Vincent said finally smiling. “There aren’t many ingredients and it divides down for one person.” “It’s true, Bobby. This casserole is a staple for students and soldiers,” Remak said. “I can’t make it,” I said. Vincent glowered at me. “I’ll teach you both.” “I have the Post Mortem on your spar,” Remak said changing the subject. “Great. We’ll look at it after dinner.” Remak bowed out of dessert and coffee citing an early morning of work before we were due to meet. I let her go, grateful for her help. Meanwhile, Vincent and Bobby cleaned the kitchen. I put the recording in the player. The recording began as we ran into Hogan’ Alley. I wanted to watch Vincent. He had his best battle scowl. His eyes were fierce, focused and intense. His speed and strength were impressive, even at 80 percent. He was also beautiful in form and movement. When Vincent turned on me in the square, he took my breath away. There was fire in his eyes
from the battle, but there was much more. Thankfully, only I knew what that expression meant. At the very end of the spar, I saw something that stopped me short. There was a flash between our bodies just before I shielded us from the battle bots. I replayed the segment and saw it again. “Hey, play it from the beginning,” Vincent said as he came into the room. He carried two mugs with him. I restarted if then paused while Vincent made himself comfortable on my body. He nuzzled my neck then kissed my cheek before sipping his hot cocoa cocktail. “I made room on the sofa,” Vincent said patting the sofa cushion. “Right,” Bobby snorted sitting in the adjacent easy chair. “And you guys remember that I’m sleeping there.” I laughed into Vincent’s hair then re-started the recording. “What are those numbers?” Bobby asked. “Telemetry, vital signs,” I said. “Pulse, breathing, blood pressure,” Vincent added. Bobby looked at the images intently. “I don’t know a lot about blood pressure, but it looks kinda low. So does the pulse,” He said. I paused the recording. “That’s the way it should look. We should not be stressing our bodies from the inside if we’re functioning properly.” “That’s called running hot,” Vincent explained. “Any machine, even a human one, will stop working if it runs hot for too long.” The recording continued. Vincent and I answered Bobby’s questions. I commented on some of the new moves I noticed Vincent was using, but refrained from critiquing. There didn’t seem to be much point in critiquing a level three spar on 2/3rds of our strength. When we reached the end, Vincent stiffened in my arms. “What the hell was that?” Vincent wondered. “I don’t know,” I replied softly. “It’s between us, not something from the course.” “How can we find out?” “There are a lot of tests we could run on the recording measuring the intensity of the flash,” I mused. “Or we could do this...” I set down my mug then took his and put it on the end table as well. “Power up,” I ordered. “Oh...kay,” Vincent replied. I felt it as soon as I reached out for energy. There was an arc between us and we were surrounded by a blue field. “That’s strange...I usually can’t see the field with just ambient energy,” I said. “I wonder why this is visible.” “Who cares,” Vincent retorted. “Let’s see how strong it is.” I expanded the field to surround the sofa. Then I lifted the whole thing a few inches from the floor. “That’s enough,” I said as the sofa eased back to the floor. We relaxed and the field disappeared. I wrapped my arms around Vincent and held him close. He tilted his head back on my shoulder closing his eyes. “Ummmm, is that supposed to happen? Bobby asked.
“Not that I’ve ever heard of,” I replied. We picked up our drinks and sipped for a while. Vincent was restless in my embrace. I tightened one arm to hold him still. “Stop worrying, love.” “What if they want to take us in for testing?” Vincent groused. “If they wanted to do that, we’d be in a lab right now,” I soothed. “I am certain they have seen this post mortem.” “Could they have missed that flash?” Bobby asked. “No,” I replied. “For their own reasons, the brass is ignoring it.” “Why? I could make us powerful,” Vincent said in confusion. “It could make a pair of us powerful,” I corrected. “The brass has never encouraged Altereds to work together. I realized that they took great care that we always did the opposite.” “How so?” Vincent asked. “I know for certain that they watched for any hint of a relationship between male and female Altereds,” I said. “Our squad is odd in having so many – it’s usually one per squad. But the ones in our squad have the most volatile and, forgive me, anti-social personalities.” “We were more likely to kill each other than team up,” Vincent muttered. “It’s easier to control individuals,” I said. “A bonded pair wouldn’t stand for being separated even if the mission called for it. Their first consideration would always be each other.” “Are we a bonded pair?” Vincent asked. “What do you think?” “I think I want to kiss you.” “I’m taking a shower,” Bobby muttered stomping into the bathroom. “I should get him some pajamas and towels,” I said. “In a minute,” he replied, turning in my lap. Vincent wound his fingers through my hair and brought my head down. His kiss was needy and clingy. I made him know how much I loved and wanted him. “We can protect each other,” I said against his lips. “I will not lose you now.” “I won’t go,” he whispered before kissing me again. I managed to persuade my lover to move our activities to the bedroom. He took Bobby the nightclothes, sheets and blankets while I stripped down. Vincent was naked and on top of me within seconds of closing the door. “Vincent, I didn’t say goodnight...” The rest of my words were swallowed in a fierce, searching kiss while that warm, aroused body settled over mine. I gave in to that diabolical tongue, my moaning muffled by those lush lips. “I hated not napping with you,” Vincent whispered before sucking my earlobe. “I love being with you when you’re sleeping. “I wanted you with me,” I murmured caressing his back down to his beautiful buttocks. “I always want you with me.” “You have me,” he replied, kissing me again deeply and possessively.
We made love as quietly as possible. Vincent’s choked off moans and swallowed gasps drove me crazy. He had me on my side with his face pressed against my shoulder while I muffled my cries in a pillow. I didn’t think anyone’s eyes could get as big as Bobby’s were at the registrar’s office that morning. Despite Vincent’s frequent assurances that no one knew of this filing, he seemed to worry that the Military would swoop in and spirit him away. We were at the court office as it opened. The papers were filled out, sworn to, notarized and filed before 0900. We even had time to drop Bobby off at school. Our arrival at the high school caused quite a stir. Aside from the formidable black military sedan, we were in the black fatigues, heavy black boots and long, black coats of our squad. It was a look calculated to say ‘Badasses’ – a teenager’s favorite image. “This sure will help my reputation,” Bobby said noting the stares as we piled out of the car. “Keep a low profile, little brother,” Vincent muttered with a smirk. “You know me. I’m not you,” he laughed. Vincent glared at him. I intervened. “We’ll pick you up at 1500, then get the stuff for your room.” “Right. Bye, guys.” “There goes our boy,” I said wistfully. “They grow up so fast.” “Let’s find the front office, asshole,” Vincent retorted with a bemused scowl. We had a lot of help finding the right office from students and teachers alike. The school secretary flirted with us both even after seeing our names on the guardianship papers. It was weird. I was glad to be back in the safety of the car. Vincent peeked at me as we headed toward the meeting. He still seemed befuddled. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he said. I smiled. “Why? Five minutes ago, you called me an asshole.” “You make me happy,” he replied simply. “How come we’re so happy? I thought we’d be wallowing in our shit more.” “Me too,” I admitted with a shrug. “I’d been having some really bleak days and some incredibly dark thoughts. All that went away that first night.” “Yeah, sure did,” he chuckled. “Short circuited everything. Is that normal or are we just horn dogs?” “I understand it happens when people are in love,” I replied. “We have a source of deep connection and strength.” “That rocks our world,” he said. “Damned straight.” Corporate conference rooms were much like Military ones except the private sector didn’t try to subdue the opulence as much. The décor screamed wealth from the rich heavy fabric of the curtains to the butter soft brown leather on the winged back chairs and the incredibly long, shiny, mahogany table. Vincent whistled as we were shown in by a personal assistant better attired than I could ever be. “Nice,” Vincent murmured picking up a water glass. “Heavy.” “Probably crystal,” I replied absently. “Don’t be intimidated.” “Please,” Vincent retorted. “I’m more worried about embarrassing you.” “No, you were right. I need you with me,” I replied holding his gaze with my own. “I like hearing that, Colonel,” he smiled.
“That I need you?” “Oh, I like that, too,” he purred coming close. “But I really enjoy hearing you say that I’m right. That’s up there with how you moan my name.” I glared at him. “I hope you’re happy. Now I’m going into this important meeting with an erection.” To my great satisfaction, Vincent’s breath hitched and his amber eyes darkened. “Now, what do we do?” He asked with a sigh. “Stand behind the chairs,” I suggested. My lover gave me a startled look, then scooted behind the chair next to mine. Somehow, we had our best formidable battle faces in place when the VIPs filed inside. Aside from Dr. Auerbach, there was Gilbert Stroh and Phyllis Lindstrom, a pair of incredibly wealthy industrialists who had recent turned their massive fortunes toward charitable and civic causes, and Brigadier General Frank Zumwald, retired senior member of Joint Command and a well decorated hero of several global conflicts and the personal assistant who was introduced as Lester Newman. He had a recorder and a laptop with him. We seated ourselves as they did. I pulled out a file and a notepad. “First of all, thank you for meeting with us on such short notice. We know your time is valuable,” I began. “When you brought this proposal before me, six months ago, you asked me to consider a series of questions before I gave my answer. I am now prepared to do that. And in this rare instance, I also speak for Major Vincent Greven.” General Zumwald lifted his snowy brows at that. “Let’s hear it, then.” “I am ready to step way from the military,” I began. “I am willing to take on the responsibility of this new agency in the search for information that will help in the training and managing of Altereds that will stabilize and improve their lives and service. I seek neither profit nor power in this endeavor and expect the same from the Benefactors.” Dr. Auerbach smiled, but the General remained stoic. “And now for the hammer, Colonel?” He asked. “A hammer of a sort. There are some requirements before we sign a contract,” I replied. “Please, Colonel,” Lindstrom said. “Speak your mind.” “I know you wanted to keep the lid on this for as long as possible, but Vincent and I need to sever our military service now. We believe that the recent incidents in the Market are designed to further tarnish the military”. “I concur,” Zumwald said. “We also have clear indications from Joint Command that they wish to use us to bolster the military image,” I said. “I don’t think it’s in our interest or that of the new Foundation to be pawns for either agenda.” “I agree,” Stroh said. “In fact, in light of recent events, I believe we should go public with the Foundation’s plans now.” “Do you think you can sever so quickly and easily,” Zumwald asked pointedly. “Yes, with some help from the Benefactors. I recently discovered that the Military has not fulfilled the requirements of the Induction Contract and never has,” I replied with my gaze locked on Zumwald. “We did not know until this past Monday that we should have been given the chance to opt out of service when we turned 18. Thus, we have been serving under a voided contract.”
“Is that true?” Lindstrom demanded. “Yes,” Zumwald admitted. He was somewhat sheepish under Vincent’s glare. “My former colleagues looked upon Altereds as an investment of millions with no more right to leave the military than a tank or a jet fighter. I did not share these views. That is, in part, why I am here. No society can call itself free when it has enslaved any of its people.” “I assume you were going to tell us at some point,” Stroh asked tightly. “My question is when?” “I wanted the Foundation to have some time to interact with the Military,” Zumwald replied. “This deception must end, but too much change too soon will make Joint Command close ranks and hunker down.” “The Brigadier General is correct,” I said. “I would not press the issue of our retirement had this strange conspiracy and a change in our personal lives warranted it.” “What kind of terms could we present to Joint Command that they would accept?” Lindstrom asked. “They would want the Colonel and the Major to continue maneuvers with the Altereds to keep track of their skills,” Zumwald began. “They would have to keep their dog tags and trackers. The Colonel would have to continue his part of advanced training. They would also want the right to re-activate both men in the event of a national emergency. That’s in addition to oversight of the Foundation’s research findings.” “Colonel?” Lindstrom asked. “The terms are acceptable with us, but there must be a stipulation that a national emergency is defined as a clear and eminent danger like a flaming behemoth coming to crush a major city,” I replied quietly. “Done,” the Brigadier General said with relief. He looked at the assistant. “Draw up a document citing the violation of the induction contract and setting down the discussed terms of retirement.” “You can sign them at the end of the meeting. We will meet with our government liaison and the Joint Command this afternoon,” Stroh said. “We might as well get everything over with.” “I’m not worried,” Zumwald said. “General Braun is a practical man. He’ll see that there will be a positive impact on the quality of the Altereds and the public’s perception of them. He can get Mueller to go along.” I felt Vincent’s eyes on me. I met his gaze and nodded with a small smile. He relaxed considerably. “Now that we have met your terms, Colonel,” Lindstrom said with a wry smile. “Put all the cards on the table. What is going on with you and the Major?” “Vincent and I are a bonded pair,” I replied levelly. “It is a recent development.” “You could have fooled me,” Zumwald quipped. “I was always hearing that you were at each other’s throats.” “I grew up a lot while I was gone,” Vincent said quietly. “There is one more thing you should know.” He looked at me and I nodded once again. “My Brother, Bobby, has manifested. Rik and I registered as his guardians this morning,” he said. “You’ll fight his induction?” Zumwald asked sharply.
“No,” Vincent replied. “We’re leaving the decision to him. We just don’t want him pressured by anyone. Don’t worry General, for some reason, he wants to be like me.” “We will support his decision,” I added. “Alright. Now that all the cards are on the table, and the retirement issue is settled,” Stroh began. “Let us formally establish the Foundation.” During the next few hours, every aspect of the Foundation for Altered Development and Research (FADR) was set forth. Vincent and I were to have our own lab and library as well as a physical training facility. All of this would be near the Central Market. The staff looked impressive. I was allowed to take only two members of my squad in addition to Vincent. Our monetary compensation made my lover’s eyes bug out. The offer included a spacious, secured living quarters that could be expanded for three. We accepted but stipulated that we had certain requirements for the living space. I was thinking about an oversized tub. Vincent, no doubt, was thinking of the kitchen. We also talked about the planned relationship with the military and private businesses. I made it clear that we wouldn’t support any exploitation of Altereds, but would support a fully informed decision of any Altered to work with government and private industry. It was exhausting in detail, but I was happy to have everything as clearly spelled out as possible. Contracts for our retirement and our positions with the Foundation were produced as promised. They had everything in them that was discussed. We signed them, as did the Benefactors. Afterward, we were shell shocked in the car heading for Central Command. “Do you think it will be that easy to retire?” Vincent asked after long moments of silence. “There will be grudges, but the alternative is a legal bloodbath that could end the whole Altered Program,” I replied. “”What do you think of our Benefactors?” He asked. “I trust them, because it’s in their interest to be honest,” I said. “What do you think?” “I think Mrs. Stroh wants to see us do it,” Vincent muttered. I barked out laughing. “Yeah...and we’ll make sure there is no surveillance in our quarters at the Foundation. But other than that?” “I think they’re straight shooters, but I’m still worried about Mueller,” he said thoughtfully. “He’s a control freak. No matter how good this could make him look, he’ll want to hit back for losing control.” “Yeah, we’ll have to be careful – even with people we know,” I said. “Why didn’t you tell them about our inter-connected power?” “I want to see how it develops, first,” I said. “I just didn’t want to share that yet. Maybe I’m being silly.” “No, it like sharing how we make love,” Vincent agreed. “Where to now?” “We talk to the squad. Then, I’m taking you to lunch,” I replied. “Off base.” “Somewhere nice?” “Sure, we’re rich,” I said. “And I want you to myself, even if it’s just at a private table for a little while.” That got me his most beautiful smile. “We could make out on your desk.” That made me swallow hard. I didn’t dare look at him. We’d be wrapped around a telephone pole. “Settle, love. Not while I’m driving.”
“Yes, sir,” he replied huskily. I could hear him smiling. We were somber by the time we reached Central Command though we were greeted with great enthusiasm from everyone at the base. My squad was in the bullpen save for Raden. Like Vincent, he was seldom at his desk. Thankfully, Maximilian was hulking over his desk. “Lt. Remak, would you get Raden here ASAP. I have an announcement to make. After you make the call, would you and Major Maximilian come to my office?” “Yes, sir.” Inside the office, I looked at the neatly piled reports on the desk. My heart grew lighter than it was at the realization that I didn’t have to deal with any of it. My lover was looking around my office with an odd expression. He looked at me tenderly. “You were really living out of here, weren’t you?” He said softly. “You weren’t doing this when I left.” I felt myself flush. “Didn’t seem right to be comfortable at home...” “While I was gone...” Vincent said. “It wasn’t your fault.” “You were on my squad and lost on my watch,” I replied hoarsely. “I couldn’t let it go.” “It’s okay. You brought me home,” he replied with a soft smile. “I’ll take care of you now.” I smiled at him, but was thwarted from touching him by a knock on the door. “Come,” I said. I expected Vincent to sit on my desk, but he stood beside me, and to my complete surprise, put a hand on my shoulder as Remak and Maximilian entered. “Please, have a seat,” I began. “I wanted to talk to you before the rumor mill took over. Due to complications in our personal lives, Major Greven and I are retiring from the military effective immediately.” “But what will you do, sir?” Maximilian asked. “You are both too young for inactivity.” “We will still participate in exercises and training, but primarily, we will be working for a new Foundation for Altereds Development and Research,” I explained. “The Benefactors behind the project will permit me to take two from the squad aside from Vincent. I would like to take you both with us.” “Sir! Thank you,” Remak said. Maximilian’s eyes were huge. Then, his lip trembled. “You honor me beyond words, sir. It’s been a Maximilian family tradition to forge new paths.” “O-kay. Well, you will have to go through routine separation from duty. By the time that period is over, the Foundation will be set up and running. In the meanwhile, I want to meet with you weekly to discuss our plans.” “Yes, sir,” they replied. “And please keep all of this to yourselves,” I added. “Absolutely,” Maximilian said. “And may I congratulate you both.” Vincent tightened my hand on my shoulder as my mouth dropped open. “Huh?” We both asked. “There was always so much passion between you both,” he said with a smile. Remak stood. “I’ll let you know when Raden returns.” “Are we that obvious?” Vincent asked after they departed.
“I think Maximilian is more perceptive than most,” I replied. “Come here.” I pulled Vincent onto my lap and held him close as he pressed his face against my neck. I turned the chair toward the window, so we wouldn’t be seen. “I needed this,” he murmured. “Hmmm. I thought it was just me.” We held each other in silence for a blessed five minutes before there was another knock at the door. It took a mere five minutes more to tell my squad of over six years that we were retiring. There were not many questions. Perhaps that was because they would still be seeing me fairly often. Perhaps it was because they had felt my detachment some time ago. They wished us luck and promised to throw a lewd party at some point. There was nothing to do but return to my office to move out some of my things. We had just piled a number of my personal belongings on the couch when the door slammed open and closed leaving what looked to be a furious Jenn Saxl in the room. “It’s bad enough that you drag Vincent into your twisted games,” she snarled. “You have to have Bobby, too?” “What the hell are you talking about?” Vincent bristled. “Nobody dragged me anywhere. I went to him on my own.” “Like you had a choice,” she spat. “This...pervert...has controlled you since you were a kid.” I was spared snorting out loud at that by my lover’s derisive retort. “If you think that about our past, you weren’t paying close attention,” Vincent all but shouted in a full-blown Greven tantrum. “He never laid a hand on me that way until two weeks ago. Fuck, I was twenty-fucking-one before I was ever kissed!” Jenn had sense enough to cower a little in the face of that fury. The room was crackling with his power. “But why does Bobby have to be involved?” she demanded. “Rik and I became his legal guardians today to protect him,” Vincent snarled. “He’s manifested.” Jenn gasped. A lot of wind was taken from her sails. “How can either of you protect him when you’re part of the military?” “We retired effective today,” Vincent said. His own anger subsided as the threat to me lessened. “We need to keep him close until he decides what he wants to do.” Vincent’s voice was normal, but I knew he was an emotionally worn and trembling. “Enough,” I said quietly. My lover looked lost without anger to fuel him. I took him in my arms and held him tight. His arms nearly crushed me. Jenn was riveted on us as I wordlessly comforted him. “I am so sorry that this has upset you,” I said to her as I gently stroked Vincent’s hair. “This should have been handled more delicately. We wanted to do this differently. But know this, Vincent is who I live for. I will protect him and make a place for his loved ones in our lives. Ms. Saxl, Jenn, rejecting them will hurt them deeply and yourself as well.” Jenn sank onto a free space on the sofa and began to cry softly. Vincent pulled away from me to kneel in front of her.
“I’m sorry, Jenn,” he whispered. His voice was hoarse from shouting. “I knew how you felt, but it was hard to say anything. I’m lousy at this stuff...and I didn’t want to hurt you. That’s the last thing I wanted.” “Good job, genius,” she quipped between sniffs. She was quiet for a moment. “At least you’re back to normal – temper and all.” Vincent chuckled. “I’m sure Rik is thrilled to see that.” I snorted and went back to filling boxes. “I’m sorry, too,” Jenn said. “I just saw Bobby’s empty room and realized you’d both be gone. I freaked and now...I’ve outted you to the squad.” Vincent shrugged. “It was going to be all over Central command by this afternoon when the Generals get our retirement letter.” “And we weren’t planning to hide it,” I added easily. Jenn relaxed for a few seconds, and then she flushed bright red. “Oh God. We were yelling about Bobby manifesting. He won’t be safe!” “He’s fine. That school is locked up tighter than a bank vault,” Vincent said. “And we dropped off the guardianship paperwork with them. Nobody can pick him up but us.” “Besides, if I know my Lieutenant, the squad didn’t hear most of that,” I said, opening the door. As I expected, Remak was alone in the bullpen. “Thank you, Ouida,” I said. “Not at all, sir. If I may, Miss Saxl and I would like to go to lunch,” she said. Jenn looked up then smiled. “Yes, I would like that.” “Will you come see as at home?” Vincent asked. There was a plea in his voice. “Yes...yes, I will,” she said softly. “Bye, Vincent...Colonel.” I shut the door, and found I had Vincent in my arms. His head tilted back and his lips parted. I couldn’t help but kiss him deeply and slowly. He clung to me humming his pleasure. “Thank you for protecting me,” I whispered above his lips. “I live for you, too,” he murmured, kissing me again. It was a sweet, tender kiss. “I want to go home. We should be napping or something.” “I want that, too...especially the or something,” I replied with a smile. “But we have to get your brother and his furniture.” “Let’s have an expensive lunch then,” he sighed.
8 Either the rumor mill was slower than the norm or no one really cared about our relationship. No one paid any undue attention to our departure. Then again, even if they did object, Vincent Greven was still Hardcase and I could still incinerate anything or anyone from 30 paces. I didn’t think anyone on the base was enough of a zealot to take that on. We stopped at the library en route to lunch to present Miss Krause with a bouquet of flowers and a box of delicate pastries. We’d never seen that woman smile that big. She looked like she was going to cry. We beat a hasty retreat in fear of hugging and or kissing. I took Vincent to a French Brasserie I’d long wanted to visit. We asked for a secluded table and privacy. The lovely hostess smiled at us a great deal and promised we wouldn’t be disturbed. We were seated in a lovely alcove that had a view of a pretty herb garden. There was a small hearth with an inviting fire that gave the room a cozy glow. It was a room for lovers. Vincent whistled at the room. He smiled at me when we sat down. “Nice place, Colonel,” he said softly. “You won’t be taking me for granted, I see.” “Never,” I replied. “How’s the menu?” “Very nice...if the ingredients are fresh, it’ll be amazing,” he said. “Let me order for us.” “I am in your hands.” “I really like the sound of that,” he said with a wicked chuckle. Fortunately, our server arrived. He was a career man with the usual distain for his customers. But my beautiful lover soon brought an expression of respect to his face. Vincent ordered quickly from appetizers to dessert with proper beverages with perfect pronunciation. The waiter left with an enthusiastic ‘very good, sir.’ Soon we had a chilled carafe of spring water and a smaller carafe of crisp, white wine. “Hmmm. This is nice,” I said after a sip of my wine. “Yeah...but I still miss the nap,” Vincent replied. “That’s why I’m glad about the private quarters at the Foundation,” I said enjoying his golden eyes in the firelight. “There will be times when everything gets to be too much or I just miss your skin. We can take some time and indulge.” “Make sure there’s a big sofa.” “And a big tub...with a whirlpool.” “Now, you’re talking.” The meal was as Vincent promised – simple, well made and with ingredients that had to have been purchased that morning. They didn’t rush bringing each course. There was time to savor. I also savored Vincent’s expression as he enjoyed the meal. “I’ll need a fresh pair of pants when you have dessert,” I said with a sigh. “You are a complete pervert.” “Pot, kettle, brat.” Almost two hours passed by the time we had our coffees and small brandies. We’d split an incredibly rich mousse. I was so relaxed it felt like we’d had that nap. Vincent looked serene and beautiful. And then my angel spoke.
“Let’s get my hose head brother,” he said. Somehow that made me love him all the more. *** Shopping with the Grevens was as exhausting as any of my battle campaigns. There was something about them being together with a shopping cart that caused them to revert to young boys. Fortunately, our newfound fame made for excellent customer service. It took a few hours, be we managed to get Bobby’s room properly furnished. The manager guaranteed delivery by noon the next day. I was also persuaded to get the TV, stereo and a computer. Then there was the cell phones with two way radio capacity and a panic button. I also bought a camera. Two sets of big Greven eyes are hard on a bank account. I understood the need for linens and curtains. I’m still not sure why he needed new clothes. Then, there was Vincent losing his mind in house wares. There was barely room in the car for the three of us. The whole long ordeal was worth it when I finally had my lover alone and naked in our bed. We shared long, searching kisses while our hands moved over warm, smooth skin. We made love slowly and gently until we had to climax. Then, it was intense. We moaned our release into a fierce kiss. Vincent held me closely afterward. “I’m scared sometimes, Rik. It seemed for so long that I wasn’t meant to be happy at all. I sometimes think I’m not meant to be this happy,” he murmured. “I can’t lose this.” I rolled him over so I could look into his eyes. They were full of concern. “Not to be morbid, love, but if we are pulled apart, it will be when we’re dead. Then, we won’t care.” Vincent smiled at me. “Besides, you always get your way.” “Damn right,” he replied. “But let’s develop those new skills.” “We’ll start tomorrow.” “I’m being goofy, aren’t I?” “You’re right to be concerned,” I said. “Someone will try something. We have to remember we’re in combat and not let our guard down.” I kissed him for a long moment. Vincent clung to me like he never wanted to let go. It took a long and tender embrace before I felt him relax enough to end that kiss. “Feel better?” I asked. “Yeah. Sorry to flake.” “I’ve never been wanted this much. Don’t be sorry,” I replied after another kiss. “We’ve earned our happiness, love. Heaven help anyone who gets into our way.” After breakfast, we dropped Bobby off at school then warned our neighbors about the day of deliveries and workmen. I had hired contractors who often worked for Special Forces. They could fortify and alarm a structure in twelve hours or less. The estimate for our house was six to install automatic shutters, motion sensors, and heat sensitive alarms. We needed something that a stray animal wouldn’t set off and yet it could catch a stealthy intruder. I kept an eye on the workmen while Vincent supervised the arrival and assembly of the furniture. The excellent customer service continued with the deliveries. It was
probably curiosity more than anything else that kept the delivery guys around long enough to unpack the boxes and take away the debris. Some asked a few innocuous questions. There was a lot of furtive looking about. I think they found it odd that everything seemed so normal. Still, they gave us great service, so I tipped them well. Lunch brought an unexpected visitor. The workmen were to be gone for an hour and a half, so I was surprised to hear a vehicle pull into our driveway. I looked out the door and found General Braun getting out of his impressive sedan. I found myself saluting out of reflex. “At ease,” Braun said. He actually smiled. “There is no need to stand on ceremony now.” I nodded then led the way inside. Vincent was looking at the general with a combination of curiosity and concern. I stood behind him, placing my hands on his shoulders. “My apologies for interrupting your meal,” the general began. “I won’t be long.” “What can we do for you, sir?” I asked. “Brigadier General Zumwald presented an irrefutable case for your retirement, but I wanted to know if you felt ill-used by Joint Command,” he said. “Will we have an adversary in you and this Foundation?” “Not adversaries, sir. We’ll be allies. We want to make the program better with stronger, more stable Altereds,” I said emphatically. “Then why retire? You could work on a special project like that on the inside,” Braun said. “You know how the military works, sir. You know how resistant Command is to change and how unwilling they are to commit resources to the untried,” I replied. “We’ve found the resources to test theories, but will still be under your oversight and verification.” “You could have been part of that oversight with your commission,” he insisted. “We would have worked it out to keep you both. You know how valuable you are.” Vincent sighed. “Sir, there are some things we all know Central Command will not tolerate. Tell him, Rik. He needs to know.” “We are a bonded pair, sir,” I said levelly. “We have not been separated since days after the Tribunal, nor will we be. You know how the military feels about that – even if we are valuable assets.” “Damn, I bet no one saw that coming.” “Frankly, sir, neither did we,” I said with a smile. “But we still want serve our government and as we have agreed in writing, we will always respond to dire defense needs.” “We’ve given up a lot for our service. We just can’t give up each other,” Vincent said quietly. “I understand,” Braun said with a sigh. “And I believe in your commitment to continued service. Your Benefactors made a brilliant choice in you two. Personally, I think the Altered Program needs to change direction to rebuild trust with the public and the civilian government. But mine is only one opinion. You have your retirement, but this will not be an easy transition.” “We know sir. And we will take care,” I said.
“I will do what I can to deflect problems or alert you to them,” Braun said. “Please, keep me informed.” “We sill, sir,” I said meeting his gaze. “Thank you for your support.” “Yes, thank you, sir,” Vincent added. “Good day.” We didn’t speak until the car’s engine sounds faded from our ears. “Wow,” Vincent said. “Didn’t expect that.” “Me either, but then our Benefactors were certain we’d have support from the military,” I said as I returned to my lunch. “Most of them, anyway.” “Yeah. That’ll get better when they realize that we make them look good. “Here’s hoping. Eat your lunch.” I obeyed as I always did under the pleading gaze from those beautiful, amber-gold eyes. “So, Bobby will be in his own room which is detached from ours,” Vincent said casually. “With all that expensive electronic equipment, why?” “I like it when you get loud,” Vincent murmured wickedly. “I love how you cry out my name.” I smiled at that. “And I love the way you moan ‘please.’” “So we can get loud now?” “You can have you way with me.” “Hmmm, I love hearing that.” “I thought you’d ask about developing our combined skills,” I said with a chuckle. “You’re insatiable.” “I want to do that, too. But by the time we set up Bobby’s room and test the alarm system, all we’ll have time for is making each other scream,” he replied softly, his eyes flashing. “You’re going to pay, brat. You know you make me crazy,” I whispered “You? Rik, I want you so badly right now, if I touch you at all, I couldn’t stop,” Vincent said hoarsely. I took a deep breath while I drank in that beautiful face, the golden eyes, the flushed cheeks and the lush parted lips. “You should be dragged across this table and feasted upon until you’re spent.” His gasp didn’t help matters. “Rik...god...” “The workmen are finished in the backyard,” I said trying to calm myself. “Let’s work out there while they put in the shutter system.” “But they’ll see what we can do together.” “They won’t know what they’re really seeing,” I replied. “It’ll sound like exaggeration. If we don’t work out, the workmen will see something they really shouldn’t see. Outside.” I could feel energy pulsing between us as we did our stretches. The energy grew as we grew more focused in the meditation. “I can feel you...all around me,” Vincent murmured. “I can feel you, too. Let’s see how far apart this will work.”
We did a combination of katas and handsprings back and forth down the length of the yard. The furthest distance that we felt a strong presence from each other was six feet. I didn’t try to shield us both until the second time down the yard when we really powered up. I put a strong field around us as Vincent slammed a hand on the ground that sent us both in the air. It was high enough to clear the house. I used the field to set us down gently. “It’s really powerful,” Vincent said breathlessly. “I bet if we focus it...” “I don’t want my lawn destroyed, love,” I replied with a wry smile. “We’ll take it to the range later this week. Let’s have some fun with the shields.” We experimented with how quickly I could surround us when running or tumbling. As long as we were within six feet, I could do it quickly. The energy was strong enough to see the shields and I could easily levitate us both for long stretches. “It’s amplifying between us until we expend it,” I mused as we floated down to the ground. “I’m not tired at all.” “I’m not running hot,” Vincent added. His smile was saucy. “It felt like coming.” “Yeah,” I agreed softly. “It was amazing.” Vincent’s eyes danced with glee. “I think we found a way to combine my favorite things. Fighting and coming.” “And you call me twisted,” I laughed. “Because you are.” The workmen looked at us in awe but said nothing as they packed up. The foreman showed us how to activate the system and the features before leaving. He also assured us that the schematics of our system would be treated with the highest confidentiality. We tipped them well, and then armed the system with our own pass codes. After that, we set off for Bobby. The younger Greven was really happy with his room if the hug was any indication. I was really happy when he disappeared into his room after his shower. I took the opportunity to drag Vincent into our bedroom forsaking the mugs of cocoa. We went at each other, but in the end, I pinned him down intent on leisurely tonguing his sweet, tawny skin. I got him to moan my name out loud as he clutched at me helplessly when I finally pushed inside him. And I cried out his name as he clenched around me. There were no appointments or pressing tasks over the next few mornings, so Vincent and I took off to work on our skill after dropping off Bobby. At first we were going to go to the combat training field, but we thought better of it. There were cameras and telemetry devices everywhere, and we still weren’t ready to share this discovery. Vincent had the idea that we go back to the place we came together. The military, the media and the public had forgotten it. The crater had been filled in and paved over, but it was still a little strange to be there. I ignored the feeling to set up the mini-generator and the recorder instead. “Let’s see what we can do at varying distances,” I said after we warmed up. We made some interesting discoveries as we moved. The intensity of the energy between us didn’t vary unless we were further than six feet apart. Within that zone, it was very powerful. My energy bursts were strong enough to turn boulders to dust while Vincent was smashing through thick stonewalls with hardly any effort. I could levitate both of us the equivalent of three stories. Next, we practiced moving together to stay
within that zone. It was easier for Vincent who lived to improvise. I had to re-think my training and use my instincts just to stay close to my lover. We worked for three hours before I called for a halt. Afterward, I held him like I would after we made love. Vincent clung to me for a long moment. “This is a good start,” I murmured. “Let’s get a hot soak and a nap before we pick up Bobby.” “I need to get some stew meat for tonight,” Vincent yawned. “The good stuff will be gone by the afternoon.” We packed up quickly and were home in less than an hour. We didn’t linger in the tub though we did manage to relax enough to nod off quickly and sleep deeply. Later, Bobby patiently followed his brother’s staccato instructions to help prepare the large pot of stew for the dinner meeting with Remak and Maximilian. While they worked and muttered at each other, I jotted down thorough notes from that morning’s experiment. The recorder captured everything including telemetry. I planned on turning everything over to the Benefactors and Joint Command though I wasn’t sure when. I decided to show it to Doc Auerbach first thing in the morning and get his judgment on it. Remak and Maximilian arrived on time. She brought a lovely bottle of wine and he brought a lovely fruit tart. We enjoyed the meal with causal conversation. Bobby showed off his room and talked about his manifestation. His earlier enthusiasm about the change had been tempered. I think he was reluctant to leave his brother so soon after moving in. We shifted to the business at hand over dessert and coffee. “How is the lay of the land?” I asked. “There is the lunacy of Raden angling for your job,” Remak said dryly. “No one is paying that any mind.” Vincent snorted into his coffee, but made no comment. “What about the Generals?” I asked. “General Braun has been doing his best to make the transition go smoothly,” Remak replied. “He asked me to relay any concerns or problems you or Vincent have at any hour of the day or night.” “At any hour?” I asked. “What is he worried about?” Vincent wondered. “He did not elaborate,” Remak said. “General Mueller has requested that you both attend the squad maneuvers,” Remak continued. “A formal request will be sent by Friday.” “It’s a sensible request,” I said. “But Doc Auerbach won’t clear us for a another week or he’d lose credibility.” “That time table would fit my arrangements,” Remak replied. “We’ll be seeing the Doc tomorrow. I’ll let him know,” I said. I could tell Vincent was pleased. The past two exercises had whetted his appetite for battle. I shared his excitement, but I was more interested in furthering the development of our skills. “How is the squad?” I asked. “They are saddened at losing you,” Maximilian said. “They realize that you were an extraordinary leader who shielded us and pushed us to be the best. You will be hard to replace.”
“But they knew you were unhappy,” Remak said. “Most are fine with the decision. I think the unit will remain in tact.” “I’m glad,” I said. “They function well together. Now, let’s talk about your careers.” They, too, liked the salaries and the perks that came with their new positions. They were career soldiers, but the idea of a little luxury did not seem to bother them in the least. They signed off on their service contracts straight away. “I want to talk about how to improve the training of Altereds,” I began. “We need to develop a program that instills discipline and respect for command but nurtures them emotionally and psychologically.” “We are weapons,” Vincent said quietly. “But it’s wrong to make us feel like coming back safe doesn’t matter. That’s a strange way to treat a valuable investment.” “Many commanders will have to be re-educated,” Maximilian said. “I have been sent into battle like I were a tank or an artillery shell.” “You work on an officer re-training plan, Julian,” I said. “Start by interviewing Commanders about how they view Altereds. You’ll have some cute assistants and an expense account for that.” “Very shrewd,” Maximilian said with a chuckle. “Ouida, I want you to interview every Altered you can about their training,” I said. “You may begin with us and use us as examples in other interviews.” “Yes, sir.” “Rik, please. I’m retired. When the interviews are complete, we can begin a training proposal to take our Benefactors and the joint Command,” I continued. “You’ll have the interviews to back up your plan,” Bobby said. “That way, they can’t argue.” “Oh, they can argue,” I said with a wry chuckle. “And they will. The interviews just make it harder to win.” We talked over the timetable for the start of the job before the meeting concluded. I was pleased at the outcome. “This is a good start,” I said. “Next week, let’s see what questions you came up with — maybe interview us. And we can finalize the details on the squad exercises.” “Right, sir...Rik,” Remak sputtered. “May we help with cleanup?” “That’s why we have a teenager,” I replied. “Bobby.” “Great...just great,” he muttered. “Indentured servitude.” Vincent smiled wickedly. “I’d better go help. Goodnight guys.” “Good night, lads,” Maximilian said. Remak echoed that as I showed them out. “Are you certain you are safe out here without the guards?” Remak asked. “We had Alarmcorps secure the building today,” I said. “And I have you both on speed dial.” Auerbach was riveted by the recording. He played it twice and seemed to watch it without blinking. He then looked at both of us for a long moment before scanning us with the diagnostic device. “Doc, will you say something?” Vincent demanded. “You’re wigging me out.” “My apologies,” he said. “You are both back to 100%. Better than 100%. I noticed it last week when you were still healing. You are both more robust. There is a high energy
reading in both of you though you’re clearly relaxed, and you are not running hot. Extraordinary.” “There is evidence of this on the post-mortem to Hogan’s Alley,” I said. “Why would Joint Command ignore such a breakthrough?” “Do you really think they want the pair of you as a mega-weapon?” He asked with a sigh. “I think they would be very interested in developing a pair from youth or an older pair they could control, but not you two.” “This isn’t something you can make happen,” Vincent retorted. “I know, Hardcase. You two are connected on every level a humans can be connected,” he said thoughtfully. “That is the only way that you could be so in tune that your abilities are affected.” “But someone like Mueller will think it’s just a matter of throwing a pair of hormone crazed kids together,” I muttered. “Yes, the most intense and must unstable relationship possible,” Auerbach said. “It would be extremely damaging psychologically. I don’t think it wise to present this to Joint Command at this time. This is a matter for the Foundation to study.” “Thank you, sir,” I said with relief. “Yeah, Doc, you’re okay,” Vincent said. “I try,” He said with a smile. “As for the exercises, I’d prefer you didn’t, but I see no way for you to refuse. I do insist you wait until next week.” “Should we use the new ability?” I asked. “From what I saw on the recording, I don’t think you can stop yourselves,” Auerbach replied. “You are retired and under contract with the Foundation. You are under no obligation to explain anything. The Benefactors will handle the Military where this is concerned. Protect yourselves.” “We will,” I said. “Good. Now, the Benefactors have a request,” he continued. “Say yes only if you are comfortable with it.” “Oh-kay,” I said warily. “The press has been admirably reserved where you two have been concerned. We want to cultivate a positive relationship with them,” Auerbach said. “To that end, the Benefactors have asked you to give an in-depth interview and a slice of life video to coincide with the announcement of the Foundation.” “I don’t feel comfortable with any strangers in our home,” I said. “Especially strangers with cameras.” “They could follow you while you’re both out,” he suggested. I looked at Vincent. He shrugged. “We’re public figures, I suppose.” “Can we meet the reporter first?” I asked. “Of course. If you both can cope with her, you’ll do it?” I nodded though I was really reluctant. “Good, shall we say 1300...where?” “Central Market Café,” I replied automatically. “Oh, I need the full records on our Alteration, development and training to help with research.” Auerbach whistled then chuckled to himself. “I was about to ask if you thought you could handle it, but you survived it. I’ll have it sent to your house by end of business.” “Thanks, Doc,” I said.
“My pleasure...hey when do I get invited for a fabulous meal a la chef Hardcase?” Vincent flushed, rolling his eyes. “Anytime, Doc. Later.” I sighed. “His eloquence is why I adore him. I’ll call you after we talk to the reporter.” Fritz was pleased to see us twice in one day. He offered and we accepted a special salad of delicate greens, sweet tomatoes, crumbled tangy cheese and thinly sliced salamis. Along with that came warm pumpernickel bread and a nice pilsner of cold beer. It was delicious and Fritz enjoyed our frank enjoyment proudly. We were having a great cup of strong coffee when we noticed her. She was tall and trim and brunette with a chic, serviceable haircut and a classy, casual suit that could work in almost any environment. The woman approached our table with a friendly smile, intelligent blue eyes and a purposeful stride. I waved Fritz off when he moved to stop her. “It’s okay, Fritz. She is expected,” I said. “My name is Eloise Kramer,” she said as we stood. “National News Service.” “Have a seat,” I replied. “Would you like some coffee?” “Yes, please, black.” Fritz nodded then hurried into the café. “Please, don’t be nervous,” she began. “I’m not here to do a hatchet job on your careers nor to endanger you by violating your security.” “I suppose we don’t understand what you hope to learn,” I said. “Most of what we are and do is classified.” Ms. Kramer pulled out a recorder-viewer and set it in front of us. “Please, look at this,” she said. It was a closer image of us attacking the behemoth than we’d seen to date. We looked really scary. “The public wants to understand how these two images relate,” Ms. Kramer explained. The second image was of Mrs. Schmidt and Mrs. Forrester hugging us in the Market. Vincent looked particularly adorable blushing to his hairline. I understood her angle then, but I had to satisfy my own curiosity. “We’ve never seen that battle footage before,” I said. “May we see more?” Ms. Kramer hit the menu to pull up the footage. “In all of the confusion, our network was able to send a camera drone close to the battlefield,” she said. “It has a great telephoto lens.” “Why didn’t you use any of this on the air?” Vincent asked. “Everything we’ve seen was from the military.” “The official story matched the Military footage and our own,” she explained. “We didn’t need to pick a fight with Joint Command, so we didn’t.” The footage was brutal. It showed how badly we were hurt toward the end. The flash of the behemoth’s explosion obscured us for a while, but as the intense flash subsided, the picture showed me cradling Vincent in my arms before we were rescued. The end of the clip revealed how hard it was to pull Vincent from away from me. “This would have made for great TV,” I commented. “Yeah, but it would have closed a door we’ve been trying to open for a long time,” Ms. Kramer replied. “We can be responsible. What I’d like to do is follow you for part of a day and watch you interact with your neighbors. Then, I’d like to interview you in a place where you feel comfortable.”
“Can we not answer question and not look like sweaty jerks?” Vincent asked. Ms. Kramer laughed with delight. “Absolutely. Just say out of bounds. I promise to edit it out.” Vincent and I looked at each other. My lover shrugged leaving it up to me. “We’ll meet you here tomorrow at 0900,” I said. “I think a picnic in the foothills would work. We’ll hike from here. How big is your crew?” “I’m my own camera and sound guy.” “Great.” I introduced Ms. Kramer to Fritz and let him know what would be happening in the morning. He promised to smooth the way with the vendors while we headed home.
9 The next morning was odd by even our standards. Bobby had decided to stay up late watching the recordings of our development and wasn’t his normal chipper self. I couldn’t say he was grumpy. Bobby Greven was never grumpy. He was punchy. Vincent was edgy, because he didn’t know what to expect. And I was wary for much the same reason. We certainly weren’t the friendliest people to turn up for an interview. Ms. Kramer seemed to find us amusing. “I can’t possibly be as scary as a 100 yard enemy ship on fire.” “We don’t know that, yet,” Vincent groused. “Just go about your shopping as if I weren’t here. I’ll start the interview later,” she said. Ignoring a reporter was something Vincent could get behind. He headed for the produce stalls with us trailing behind. “Don’t go crazy, Hardcase. We have to carry that uphill,” I muttered. “And by we, I mean you.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Vincent muttered. “Are you guys fighting?” Bobby asked with a yawn. “No, go back to sleep,” Vincent retorted. Vincent stopped at a fruit stand and selected some great looking fruit and tomatoes. At the deli, he picked out some smoked ham, salami and cheese. A couple of baguettes completed the picnic. I was carrying a bottle of wine in my rucksack along with a corkscrew and some frozen bottled water and juice. Each time we finished with a vendor, Ms. Kramer briefly interviewed them. She then watched as Vincent ordered breakfast for three at the café. Fritz was especially attentive and he seemed to have a fresh haircut. “You seem to know a lot about food, Major Greven,” She observed. “I’ve never eaten so well,” I remarked. “Brother learned to cook, because he was afraid of creamed corn,” Bobby offered. “I wasn’t afraid of creamed corn, lunkhead,” Vincent retorted. “And someone is a blabbermouth.” I tried to look innocent in the face of that golden glare. “The food at training may have been nutritious, but it sucked,” Vincent said to Ms. Kramer. “Altereds require high levels of nutrition because of the way our bodies work,” I explained. “And there was a school of thought that all of our requirements could be concentrated into a hot cereal or a creamed vegetable.” “Sounds appetizing,” Ms. Kramer quipped making a face. “You have no idea,” Vincent muttered. “I learned to cook in self-defense. But nothing beats Fritz for breakfast.” That was said loudly enough for Fritz to give us a big grin. We talked about innocuous things as we enjoyed the meal. Ms. Kramer did not spend much time in the city, and thus didn’t know much about the Market. Though we were admittedly new civic boosters, we did our best to fill her in on where to shop and eat.
Ms. Kramer showed a lot of wisdom in holding her questions until we were on the trail to the foothills. I was very glad there weren’t any extra ears about. I don’t know if I could have been really candid. “How do you feel about being a military weapon?” She asked as we walked along at a leisurely pace. “That’s what we are,” I replied easily. “We were altered at the cellular level to be a living weapon. We are a force of destruction. We accept that.” “Hell, we train hard to be good at it,” Vincent added. “We were altered to protect conventional soldiers from extreme risk. Our purpose is to deal out death and destruction to protect our military,” I said. “It is not an easy thing to do physically or emotionally or psychologically. But it’s all we’ve known since we were young.” “But you want our viewers to know something else about you,” Ms. Kramer prompted. “Yes. We’d like people to know that we have some highly enhanced skills, but we are human in every respect,” I said. “We can and do get hurt.” “Boy, can we get hurt,” Vincent snorted. “They can get snarky,” Bobby offered. “Hey!” Vincent retorted. “Some say we have a sense of humor,” I said dryly. “Bobby, stop helping,” Vincent muttered. “Just trying to be candid like Ms. Kramer said.” “I’ll give you candid!” Bobby yelped then ran up the trail with Vincent in pursuit. “Brother, think of your image!” “I’ve got an image for you!” I shook my head, smiling. “They need to work off breakfast,” I explained. Ms. Kramer laughed. “They certainly act like normal, human brothers.” “Yep, they are,” I said. “All of our Altereds have a vulnerable side. One of my biggest and strongest Altereds likes to grow delicate orchids and nurses injured birds – he’s a sensitive soul except when he’s beating up a tank. If I accomplish nothing else in my retirement, I will succeed in making sure everyone understands that we are human beings – not a piece of ordnance.” “Are you proud to be an Altered?” “Yes,” I replied without hesitation. “I am proud of my service record and that of my squad.” We continued along the trail to a turn off that lead to a meadow with a beautiful stream gurgling nearby. My lover and his brother were lying on their backs with their rucksacks to one side. “Well, we are heading up a mountain,” I said by way of an explanation. “And the sacks are heavy.” “And we were running in the thin air, because some people would stop,” Vincent muttered breathlessly. “If I stopped you were going to clobber me,” Bobby huffed reasonably. “Can this be out of bounds?” Vincent asked with a plaintive plea in his voice.
I laughed. “Fat chance,” Eloise replied with a chuckle. I put my rucksack down and went to help Vincent up. He took my hand then promptly pulled me on top of him, his eyes were laughing into mine. He was so beautiful in the morning light. His expression made me forget the reporter and the camera. I rolled over so that he was on top of me. Vincent paused an instant before kissing me with great relish as I held him close with one hand in his hair and one at the small of his back. We parted reluctantly and got on our feet. Ms. Kramer was still filming with a big smile on her face while Bobby covered his eyes. “Hmmm, I don’t suppose...” “It’s out of bounds, but it was spectacular,” she said. “I’ll give you this part of the tape.” “Thank you,” I said gratefully. “But I have to say, part of what makes you two so compelling is how deeply you care for each other. It’s in every glance between you,” Ms. Kramer countered. “The images of your collapse at the Market were heart wrenching because of Vincent’s reaction. The public loves a love story.” “I don’t want to hide our feelings, but we have to handle it carefully,” I said. “Despite a change in the laws, the Military can still be...difficult about certain kinds of relationships.” “Trust me,” she said. Somehow, I did. So did Vincent. Bobby was actually flirting with her. We set up our blankets in the sun. It would get cool in a couple of hours. Vincent quickly set up the food in a simple array of meats, cheese, fruit and bread. I opened the wine and poured it into metal mugs. “Do you want to talk about the scar?” Ms. Kramer asked while we ate. I smiled. “I’m told it makes me look dashing.” “It does,” Vincent said with a soft smile. “I don’t usually talk about my injuries,” I said. “To anyone.” “None of them do,” Bobby said with an uncharacteristic edge to his voice. “I found out only last night how badly my brother has been hurt over the years, and how much pain there was and how long it took him to recover.” “Isn’t talking about the injury part of healing?” Ms. Kramer asked. “That has not been the case for Altereds,” I explained. “The concern is that we’d dwell on how we got hurt and that could break our focus in the next battle. We were trained to dwell only on healing our bodies to fight again.” “You have to be fearless?” Ms. Kramer asked. “There is always some fear,” I said. “They don’t want us to be reckless. It often looks like we are, but we really try to avoid taking risks beyond our abilities.” “The focus on our objective must be absolute,” Vincent said. “We must achieve the objective not matter what the cost.” “But you are safer if your focus is not on a past injury,” Bobby observed. “Yes,” Vincent replied. “But why do they let you go through so much pain?” Bobby asked. “To toughen you up?”
“No, it’s not that,” I said. “Altereds have a great deal of control over their bodies. We have to be aware of how we’re healing. Pain meds disconnect us from that awareness. We are sedated through surgeries, but that’s all.” “I see,” Ms. Kramer said. “The meditations Rik taught me helped me cope with pain,” Vincent said. “That was the only way I could sleep through after an injury.” “It looks cruel to the outside world, but it’s the safest way to handle our recovery,” I said. Somehow during the meal, Vincent migrated across the blanket to sit between my legs and lean back on me. I asked Ms. Kramer to take some photos of us with my camera. After the meal was cleared away, Vincent and Bobby left us in search of herbs. “The Foundation chose you well,” I observed quietly. “Even Vincent is relaxed around you. That doesn’t happen often with strangers. You may even get an invite to dinner.” “I can tell, and I am honored,” she replied. “I don’t often admire the people I interview.” Vincent and Bobby returned then with bunches of delicate greenery that he placed carefully in the front pocket of his rucksack. He flopped down beside me. “So, how do the nicknames happen?” Ms. Kramer asked. “The squad leader or training supervisor during advanced training picks them,” I replied. “Mine came from the energy. It looks like lightning sometimes.” “And Hardcase?” She asked with a wry smile. “I gave Vincent that,” I admitted with a smile. “He was a little stubborn during training.” Vincent snorted. “Okay, he was a cement-headed pain in the ass,” I amended. Vincent smiled at me and batted his eyes. “We were at odds from his first moment of advance training. He was always trying to push himself beyond his limits,” I said eyeing my lover. “And Rik was always trying to keep me from killing myself,” Vincent said. “He scowled a lot.” “And then there was the yelling,” Bobby added. “And the flying furniture.” “Being a squad leader can be a hazard on its own,” I chuckled. “I always had to plan skirmishes before the skirmishes.” “It took me a while to figure out that Rik wasn’t just being a jerkwad trying to keep me from being my best,” Vincent said. “I had to grow up a lot to understand what Rik was doing.” “We’ve talked about the danger and the pain,” Ms. Kramer said. “Is there anything about being an Altered that’s fun?” “Yes, of course,” I said. “It’s like the pleasure and athletes have when they are at the peak of their prowess.” “We don’t play in battle or even when we do training exercises,” Vincent said. “But we cut loose with each other sometimes. We play basketball...football.” “Frisbee can be very dangerous with us, but it’s fun,” I said with a smile. “Someone sliced through a general’s staff car with one once.” “Yeah, someone,” Vincent laughed.
“Being hyper aware of your body means that when things feel good, they really feel great,” I said wistfully. “There are positive tradeoffs to this life.” “That’s it, I’ve got what I need,” Ms Kramer said, turning off the camera. “It’ll be a great piece, believe me.” The conversation on the way down the trail drifted to all that Vincent missed during his absence. Ms Kramer was an excellent source of direct information on news and cultural trends. In return, I believe she was surprised and impressed at how well read both Vincent and I were. Bobby also surprised her with his very intelligent questions. We started back by mid afternoon. The sun was setting and it was getting cold by dusk. Bobby talked to Ms. Kramer most of the way down. Vincent and I talked about inconsequential things as we strolled behind them. I was really just enjoying how my lover looked in the waning sunlight. Ms. Kramer left us at the Market. Bobby shyly asked if we would see her again. I was sure we would. She promised that the report would be something to be proud of. I hoped she was right. *** We saw a couple of previews about the feature story that was to air on a Sunday news magazine. I didn’t see anything that alarmed me, and no one called to warn me about what may be revealed in it, so I put it out of my mind. The weekend was about cleaning the house and readying for the winter. Cleaning up Bobby’s room exposed a lot of dust in the rest of the house. Then there was Vincent’s determination to rearrange the kitchen. I don’t think he was happy with Remak’s familiarity with how things were arranged. He wanted to make that room his own. Thus, all of Saturday and most of Sunday was spent in a cleaning and organizing frenzy that ended with chopping several cords of wood. By nightfall, we were a good kind of tired full of a nice chicken dinner and befuddled under blankets in front of the TV. Vincent and I had cognacs. Bobby had tea. I thought I might need something stronger than our usual spiked cocoa. Eloise Kramer looked lovely in her TV anchor suit. Her hair was sleekly coiffed and she wore stylish makeup and jewelry. Bobby was riveted. I held Vincent close and breathed in the scent of his hair to center myself as she began speaking. “This week, Joint Military Command followed up it’s promise of openness with the media with extraordinary access to men they have called their most valuable assets. On Friday, I spent a day the Colonel Rik Heron and Major Vincent Greven.” The background image was a picture taken two years prior. It had been the last formal squad photograph. I happened to be standing next to Vincent and that was the only section of the photo used. We looked aloof and hostile. That’s how we felt then. “Joint Command portrays Altereds like this...” To my great chagrin, clips of our last recruiting video blazed across the screen complete with slow motion and blaring rock music. “Awesome!” Bobby exclaimed. And it was, I had to admit. There was Maximilian basically beating up a tank with his bare hands, Raden seemed to be able to walk through explosions of his own creations,
Vincent was shattering huge battle bots with a slap of his hand and I seemed to be controlling great bolts of lightening. “That is one reality for Altereds. This is another...” There was telephoto footage of Vincent and I just after the behemoth exploded and disappeared. I held him in my lap while leaning against a broken wall. We were clearly injured and obviously trying to breathe through great pain, helpless against anything that might come next. “Somewhere between the dashing and daring and the brutal pain is a complex story of two very human soldiers,” Ms. Kramer said. The report was quite good. Interviews with our neighbors, Auerbach and Braun were inter-cut with footage from the picnic. Having Bobby along was fortunate. His playful interactions with Vincent were endearing. And his questions to us underscored just how little we spoke about our ordeals. There was a balance between the pain and joy in our lives, and it was very clear that we had no regrets about our condition or our service. It was also clear that we were intent on continued service to the military and the country. Our relationship was handled beautifully. She never mentioned it, but she captured the way we looked at each other and some of the subtle touches. Anyone viewing the piece could see that we were devoted to one another. “The military and the citizens are lucky to have such men in their service. They have given up their youth and risked their lives in battles that no human should have to face over and over. They have suffered as many ways as a human can suffer. At this time in their lives, they have the right to walk away from the military and have a quiet life together. But the colonel and the Major will do what they always have, serve this country. It was a singular honor and pleasure to spend time with them.” The piece ended with a few seconds of Vincent and Bobby on the ground laughing and me reaching down for Vincent’s outstretched hand. “That was great!” Bobby exclaimed. “I want a copy.” “What do you think?” I asked Vincent. “It was great. Much better than I thought it would be,” he replied softly after taking a sip of his cognac. He tilted his head back to look at me. “But I don’t think I like everyone seeing how good you look.” I smiled and squeezed him close. “Just as they saw you with your flashing, golden eyes and your tawny skin. Others will see...” “Like you’ll let anyone near either of you,” Bobby muttered. “Can we invite Ms. Kramer to dinner?” “Sure...Doc Auerbach’s angling for one, too,” I said. “Hey, I’m the one who cooks here!” Vincent retorted lightly. “We’re making a case to improve training food,” I replied. “And you love to cook.” “Yeah, yeah...you’re both helping.” I kissed my lover on the temple. He relaxed into my embrace. “What are we doing this week?” Vincent asked with a sigh. My first thought was to say that I was going to keep him naked in bed all week, but would be impractical with the skirmish coming up. “We’ll have to lay low this week. I bet Fritz will be mobbed after that TV coverage,” I said. “Everywhere else we go, too, for that matter.” “Yeah, that sucks,” Vincent said. “I’ll have to make breakfast.”
“I can do that,” I said. “We can work on our combined skills when we’re not prepping for our next staff meeting.” “Can we work on mine?” Bobby asked. “Yes, we’ll work on using your speed with consistency,” I said. “But only here, Bobby.” “I promise,” he said. “I don’t want anyone changing me when I’m not ready.” “We have to rest as well. That skirmish will be brutal,” I said. “Yeah, I can do that. Frickin’ Nitro,” Vincent muttered. “He won’t try to hurt you?” Bobby asked. “He always tries,” I chuckled. Vincent laughed. “Yeah, but we have some big surprises this time.” “Don’t train too hard. I want you to have some energy for me,” Bobby said. “You may regret that, young Greven,” I said with an evil grin.
10 Our routine for the next couple of days was simple. We took Bobby to school, and then we worked at the crater site, showered, ate, napped then picked Bobby up. Before supper, we’d spend the remaining daylight working with Bobby in the yard. He was slowly gaining more control over his skill. With each workout, he managed a few good moves of lightning speed. After supper, Vincent and I worked on our Altered development proposal. On Wednesday night, Remak and Maximilian came by for supper and a staff meeting. It was an affable evening of good food and conversation. While Bobby did the dishes, our guests formally interviewed Vincent and me. “A general came to parent/teacher night when I was in fifth grade,” Vincent said quietly. “The behaviors he described matched the problems I was having in school. I just couldn’t be still, and none of the hyperactivity therapies worked. My teachers and classmates were freaked out by my speed. I was angry that everyone was either angry with me or frightened by me. I was tired of the principal’s office and my parents’ disappointment. The Altered Program sounded cool, and it made my parents happy that I wanted to try, so they signed me up.” “I was living in a State-run group home when a general came to visit. That place was one step above a hellhole. The general was so quiet and orderly,” I said. “I really needed some order in my life. I had also been hiding my manifestation, and it was getting harder and harder to do. So I asked the general to test me.” “They didn’t tell me that I couldn’t see my parents while I was being Altered,” Vincent said in a small voice. “All I knew for weeks was this small, chilly room with a narrow bed, lots of needles and unbelievable pain. I saw Mom and Dad once after entering the program. And then they died.” “It was a good day for them, Brother. Mom and Dad were so happy,” Bobby said from the kitchen. Vincent smiled weakly. “I tried hard to really seem happy, so they wouldn’t feel bad about signing me up. And I didn’t want them to worry.” Our stories about the Alteration and training were remarkably similar despite being nearly a decade apart. We told of isolation, loneliness and of physical and emotional pain. During that time we both became avid readers. Ironically, Vincent finally became a good student. “The instructors were very good at helping me develop my skills, but they were not mentors,” I continued. “If we had problems adjusting, they sent us to military counseling. That wasn’t much help. The mindset amongst those therapists was that their patients were simply malcontents, not unique individuals with unique problems.” “We were all busy being invincible. No way you’d admit to having problems,” Vincent said. “No one wanted to be seen as weak. If you were weak, no one wanted to be with you in the field.” “And the field was all we had,” I said. “It was our only reason for existing.” “How did you learn meditation?” Remak asked. I smiled at that memory.
“A guest instructor in martial arts thought I would benefit from the practice,” I replied. “It was a godsend. Sensei Hayata taught me how to stop the howling in my head and find peace. I learned that meditating helped me fight better. I could sleep through the night. That whole class he taught advanced through the ranks faster than any other before it. While he taught us, Sensei Hayata got to know us as individuals. That attention made me feel connected to someone in authority and made training easier. I decided that when I had a squad of my own, I would instruct and lead the same way.” “I didn’t want to learn meditation,” Vincent admitted. “I knew how to breathe. It sounded stupid to learn how to breathe. But that saved me as well. Sleep was easier and deeper. I could get past pain. I was a faster and smarter fighter. And looking back, I realize that I needed the Colonel’s patient, individual attention. When he spoke to me or actually, yelled at me, I knew he was dealing with me, Vincent, not some soldier.” “Believe me, I always knew it was you I was yelling at,” I chuckled. “Anyway,” Vincent said, glaring at me. “The other difference about Rik’s command was that he never gave us assignments that he wasn’t going to do himself. That made a difference for me.” “I never liked taking orders that could mean my life from someone whose ass never left a desk chair,” I muttered. “That was important for me as well, Sir...Rik,” Maximilian rumbled. The interview lasted a couple of hours more and drained us both. I knew Remak was shaken. So was Bobby. Maximilian understood. He had lived his own hell. My new staffers said they had enough to focus their interviews. By the time they left, Vincent and I were ready for some relaxation. I ran a bath while Vincent locked down the house and activated the alarm. He entered the bathroom with our robes a few moments later. “Bobby’s in his room,” he said quietly. “Is he okay?” I asked. “He seemed shook up.” “He says he’s okay,” Vincent replied as he joined me in the tub. “I’ll check on him before he goes to bed.” “Hmmm. Just tell him everything we experienced has made us who we are,” I replied sighing into Vincent’s skin. He was silent for a time, languidly caressing my skin under the water. “Were you and Sensei Hayata lovers?” He asked softly. “Huh?” “It’s the way you say his name and the expression on your face when you remember,” Vincent replied. “I know those both well, now.” “Ah...yes, we were, but not until well after he was my instructor,” I replied as I caressed him. “I sought him out a few years later when I was on leave. Are you okay with that?” “It’s long over,” Vincent murmured with a shrug. “And you are mine, after all.” “Completely. You are, in fact, my first love,” I admitted, kissing his neck. “My only love.” “You are mine as well.” As always, the bath drained us of not only our stress, but our energy as well. We were asleep shortly after Vincent joined me in bed. “Bobby’s fine. He’s going to sleep,” he mumbled cuddling close. “I’m glad. Night, love...”
Thursday was very lazy. We did nothing but eat and lay about after dropping off Bobby. Remak told me that the skirmish would be rough. Thus, we took our own advice and did nothing but rest. But this was different from a typical battle eve. It was easier not to dwell on what was coming with Vincent in my arms. We didn’t make love that day either. I just held him or he held me. We read, ate, watched and a little TV news. There were only two interruptions of our peace. One was a call from Remak setting the exact hour of the skirmish. The second was a surprise. “Oh, hello Ms. Kramer,” I heard Vincent say. “Yeah, we liked it a lot. Bobby wants a copy. Yeah, we’d like one, too. Sure. Oh, you are? That’ll be interesting. See you there.” “Ms. Kramer is coming to the skirmish,” Vincent informed me once on top of my body once more. “She’s a guest of Dr. Auerbach.” “That should be interesting,” I replied absently. I realized that Vincent was well and healthy, yet seemed content to stay still with me all day. That was uncharacteristic behavior for my most volatile squad member. “Aren’t you bored?” He raised his head to look into my eyes. The sunlight brightened his blonde locks and gave a sparkle to his golden eyes. “Of course not. I love being with you.” “I apparently love being furniture, but you used to be so incredibly active,” I said. Vincent kissed the side of my throat. “What did I have other than my missions or the training? I hated base housing. Freakin’ Nitro was my neighbor. And I was alone there. So I was always going somewhere or wanting to go somewhere.” “Yeah, base housing was not great,” I said. “Now there is a reason to be home and to be still,” Vincent replied. “I love to read, but I couldn’t live in the library. I like reading like this.” “Me too,” I said with a smile. The evening was lazy as well. The only interruption was another phone call from Remak. “I was calling to see if you needed a ride to the exercises,” she said in her usual, crisp tone. “No, Lieutenant, we’ll make our own way after dropping off Bobby,” I replied. My frown caught Vincent’s attention. “We’ll see you tomorrow.” I rung off then stood rooted in place thinking. “That was odd,” I muttered. “Why would Remak ask me if we needed a ride when she knows we’ve been taking Bobby to school?” “That is strange,” Vincent agreed. “But the Lieutenant is never strange. That’s a constant in my life. Raden is insane and Maximilian is weird, but Remak is never strange. What does it mean?” I thought about that for a moment. “Bobby, how early can we leave you at school?” I asked. “The library opens at 6am,” Bobby replied. “Let’s be in bed within the hour. We move out by 0530,” I said. “We’ll leave the car at a lot near the school and get to the training grounds on foot and wait for them.”
“We evade surveillance and wait in a sweet spot,” Vincent said with a wicked grin. “I like it.” “It’s always best to pick your own stand,” I agreed with a smirk of my own. It was a good plan, but there was something happening that worried me. Vincent took in my expression with concern. He walked over and hugged me close for a long moment. “Don’t worry,” he murmured. “Trust us.” I felt like we were invincible like this. “I do.” Vincent and I reached the training grounds by 0630. Dawn had just broken. Normally, the exercises would be starting right then, but the Generals preferred a later hour. They liked to have a leisurely breakfast. We easily cleared the perimeter. I fuzzed out the cameras there as I had with all the cameras in route from the high school. It was easy to evade the patrols while we considered where to wait for the action to begin. An evil grin spread across Vincent’s face as he looked over my shoulder. “How about there?” He suggested. I looked up to see the observation bunker. It had a roof that jutted out from the side of a very steep hill. There was some scruffy foliage on the hill. It was an audacious location. I smiled. “Nice,” I said. We each carried a military issued blanket. One was spread on the concrete roof. The other went over us along with some of the foliage. We were on our sides. Vincent’s was behind me with his head above mine. The blanket and brush concealed our skin and hair and clothing as well as providing warmth. We shifted into a meditative state to keep absolutely still. I surrounded us with a weak magnetic field to obscure our bodies from scanners. Though I would never put it in a training manual, I couldn’t help but think the press of Vincent’s body did wonders for my focus. The observers were assembled a little after 0730. Generals Mueller and Braun, a few of the trainers, Dr. Auerbach and Eloise Kramer were there. Remak arrived with an assistant. They had been checking on the battle bots and other automatic obstacles. A few moments after that, Raden and Maximilian arrived. There was profound confusion and some annoyance over our apparent absence. “The last place they were seen was the high school with Robert Greven. Their car is still in that area,” Remak said. “The last time a camera picked them up was 06:30.” “Blitz can blank a camera by himself,” Raden said thoughtfully. “But how could he hide Hardcase?” “There are no readings for either of them on this course,” Remak said. “Start the exercise,” Mueller said suddenly. “They are here. I don’t know how, but they are here.” There was a lot of saluting and scurrying after that. Raden and Maximilian scanned the area with narrowed eyes. I wasn’t concerned. They could spot the best in elite conventional soldiers, but they could never spot me if I didn’t want to be seen. We simply watched and waited. Vincent and I had discussed what was likely to be on that course aside from Raden, Maximilian and the special ops squad. Remak liked trip activated turrets. Near them would be machine gun nests, snipers or both. There would be tanks and land mines. Remak was very clever. One attack would be a distraction from the second or third wave.
There was a turret 20 feet from the bunker. I suspected there were mines near it. We agreed to attack the turret and whatever was around it then sweep to the left. Maximilian liked to sweep right. There was never any way of knowing what Raden was going to do. “Power up,” I said quietly as I did the same. There was a lot of energy in the air because of all of the weapons systems. “On two, we stand. On three, we go up and over.” I felt Vincent nod. “One...two...three!” We easily bounced up 20 feet then arced that same distance to come down in front of the turrets. I shot a burst of energy toward the ground and detonated two land mines. We landed in the aftermath of that blast. I kept us shielded as I melted my turret while Vincent shattered his. I knocked a sniper from his post in a tree with an energy blast while Vincent grabbed the machine gun and flung it and its operator toward the bunker. He knew there were no land mines there. We cleared the area in less than 20 seconds and were on the move. Everyone expected a conventional attack strategy from me, but I was bouncing off broken walls and tanks and trees like my lover. Our movements and speed kept our opponents from figuring out that we were actively keeping within six feet of each other. But this was no cakewalk. There was no way I could keep us constantly shielded, so we go singed and there were some very near misses with live rounds. The tanks were tough – especially the flying one sent our way by Maximilian who didn’t know we were in the line of fire. While we were trying to get out of the way of that, Raden took a shot at us. I converted the energy from his blast and sent it through Vincent who deflected the tank. I sent a good 50,000 volts back at Raden who barely got out of the way. “Not good, Nitro!” I shouted. “What about the tank?” He sneered before sending another blast our way. I sent the blast right back singing his clothes. “He’s trying to fucking kill us!” Vincent snapped as we moved on. “Don’t tell me I’m being paranoid.” “I wouldn’t dream of it,” I muttered. “I agree with you. Defend with any force necessary. We should warn Maximilian.” We leapt to assess the area. There weren’t many conventional units or live turrets left on the field. Raden was nowhere in sight, but Maximilian was nearby. We landed in his path in a dense group of trees where we were unseen. “Something’s wrong with Raden,” I said. “More wrong than usual,” Vincent added. “Defend yourself however necessary,” I said. “Let’s end this exercise now.” “Yes, Colonel!” With that, we moved out. Maximilian went one way, we went another. Vincent and I made quick work of the remaining turrets and accompanying firepower. Once the last threat from the conventional special ops was neutralized, we made another leap to survey the area. An explosion in mid-air took us down. We hit the ground hard, but rolled to our feet immediately. “I would have killed you for nothing,” Raden said as we righted ourselves. “Colonel Perfect and his wild child. You always made me sick.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I demanded. “I’ve shielded you the whole time you were in my squad. Under any other commander, you’d be in the brig!” “As I jumped through hoops and fit your image while Hardcase ran amok!” “You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Vincent snapped. “I paid big time every time I stepped over the line, so did the Colonel!” “Says you and your spin doctors,” Raden spat. He was powering up. I stepped in front of Vincent. He put his hand at the small of my back. “You took down Joint Command and get to walk off into the sunset with fat salaries and each other,” Raden said quietly. “I didn’t like it, and now someone’s let me do something about it. “Who?” I demanded. Raden shrugged. “Why not...It was Mueller.” Raden detonated a large boulder near us sending the shards in our direction. I held them in a wall of energy that Vincent sent back his way. It happened in the blink of an eye. The return salvo was too fast for Raden to move or shield himself. The razor like shards riddled his body, killing him. A loud buzzer sounded halting the exercise. I wondered if Maximilian had killed the last target or the VIPs in the bunker already knew someone had died. I found myself on my knees. Despite the circumstances, I was devastated at the thought of killing one of my own squad. I heard Vincent calling my name and felt his arms around me, but all I could see was that mangled body – a bloody symbol of my failure. “Don’t do this,” Vincent whispered in my ear as he turned me to face him. “Look at me, Rik. Look into my eyes.” They were beautiful eyes and so full of concern for me. “He would have killed us both and enjoyed it,” Vincent said emphatically. “I know,” I whispered. “He only stayed alive as long as he did because of you,” Vincent said urgently. “Rik, please!” “I’m okay. I promise,” I said after a hard swallow. “You’d better be or I’ll kick you ass,” Vincent said softly. I smiled a small smile wishing I could kiss him. “Let’s get Mueller,” I said. We didn’t make it to the bunker. There was a delegation in our way a few yards down the trail. General Braun, Dr. Auerbach and Remak stood squarely in our path. I wondered if they’d tied Ms. Kramer up and put her in a closet. “Where’s Mueller?” I roared startling everyone. I rarely raised my voice. “Leave him to us, Colonel,” Braun said. “Why?” I countered, still bristling. “So you can retire him quietly? He tried to kill us, and he had more help than Nitro.” I glared at Remak who reddened considerably. “The general offered me a great deal to betray you, Colonel,” she said. “I could not do that, nor could I tell you what he did. I had no proof that we ever spoke about it.” “What about the phone call?” Vincent demanded.
“It was a warning to be on alert,” she said quietly. “I had no proof that the General was still going to try to harm you, but I did see him dining with Raden a few days ago. I also couldn’t risk our phones being monitored, so I had to be obscure.” I felt a little of the tension in my body ease away, but only a little. “What will be done with him?” I asked in a quieter tone. “You have to stay out of this, Colonel Heron,” Auerbach said emphatically. “Both of you.” “It would be disastrous to your cause if you’re viewed as involved in the fall of another general, no matter what the circumstances” Braun said. “The Foundation would never have cooperation from Joint Command.” “Don’t sacrifice all the good work you can do out of anger – however justified that anger is,” Auerbach said gently. “We have to feel safe,” Vincent said with quiet intensity. “Rik, Vincent, you are both incredibly valuable to the Military and the Foundation,” Braun said. “It is imperative that we keep you safe.” Vincent and I looked at each other. He looked as tired as I felt. “Isn’t it time for the traditional drink?” Auerbach asked. “One of my men is dead!” I exclaimed. “A man that tried to frag half the men on this field today,” Braun retorted. “It was a skirmish accident, Colonel. Have a drink with the men.” “It is expected, sir,” Remak said. I looked at Vincent. His expression was tense. His features were drawn. I could tell he wanted to go home, but he shrugged in resignation. “Okay,” I said. “What happened to Eloise Kramer?” “She’s with the men at the pub,” Auerbach replied. “What did she see?” Vincent asked. “She didn’t have on earphones during the exercise, so she doesn’t know what happened,” Braun replied. “It appeared to be an accident. She left for the pub before we took Mueller into custody.” “We’ll go, but I want a full report on Mueller tomorrow,” I said with a pointed look at Braun. “Trust has to work both ways.” “You are both stressed and tired. Go and have a drink,” Auerbach said. “Doctor’s orders.” “Lt. Remak, Ouida,” I said tiredly. “If you would take us to pick up Bobby and our car.” “If I may suggest that you leave the car for tonight,” Remak replied. “I can have it driven back tomorrow.” “Bobby’s off for the weekend,” Vincent said. “And you are tired.” “Alright,” I said. “Let’s go. Until tomorrow, gentlemen.” When we reached the car, Vincent opened the door to the backseat. I climbed in and slumped onto the cushions. Everything that had been holding me upright seemed to drain from my body. I couldn’t even fasten my seatbelt. My hands were trembling. Vincent was in my lap as soon as we cleared the training field. He tilted my head up and kissed me fiercely. His elegant hands gently cupped my face. I chocked back a sob and yielded to his demanding mouth. Every thought case left my mind as Vincent ravaged my willing mouth.
“That’s better,” Vincent murmured against my lips. I pressed my face against his neck while he held me close until we reached the school. The windows were tinted, so no one could see us untangling our limbs and straightening our clothes. Remak’s gaze met mine as we climbed out of the car. Hers was filled with concern. “We’ll be right back,” I said quietly. Vincent was watching me carefully. “I’m alright,” I murmured. “Just a little raw. Why are you so calm?” “I can be angry later,” he replied softly. “Right now, I need to take care of you.” “Thank you, love,” I said as Bobby approached. He looked bedraggled from the long day. His eyes got big when he saw us. “Are you okay?” Bobby asked. “What happened? I heard somebody died.” Vincent hustled him along to get away from all the attentive ears nearby. “Let’s talk in the car,” Vincent replied quietly. The boy’s face grew more confused and concerned when he realized we weren’t getting in our car. “It’ll be okay, Bobby,” Vincent said. “Get in front. We’re going to have food and drink with the soldiers from the exercise and Ms. Kramer.” “Really? Cool.” I was grateful for Vincent. I still didn’t trust my voice. Once we were in the car, my lover buckled me in then took my hand in his, entwining our fingers. “So what happened?” “There was an incident during the exercise,” I said quietly. “One of my squad – Nitro – was killed in a blast.” “Oh, man...I’m so sorry...” “Don’t worry, Bobby,” Vincent said. “And don’t talk about it at the restaurant, okay?” “You will tell me about it, right?” Bobby asked. “We will tell you everything,” I replied. “For now, let’s enjoy the food and the company. They’re all good soldiers.” “They tell great stories,” Vincent added. “Can I have a beer?” I was surprised when Remak didn’t object. I shrugged at Vincent. “Eat first,” Vincent said. “Then you can try one.” “Cool!” I actually started to smile. The men and women who fought in the skirmish filled the Base Bistro. They all stood as the four of us entered the room. They looked tired and beaten up and some were singed around the edges. “As you were. And somebody owes us a beer,” I said loudly. There was a cheer as we made our way to Maximilian’s table. Ms. Kramer was seated there. She looked relieved upon seeing us. As we took our seats, I noticed the empty chair with a beer on a placemat at the end of the table. When our beers arrived, I took mine and stood. “All stand!” Remak barked. “Today, we fought well and used our skills honorably,” I said in a strong, level voice. “But we’ve come back one man down. Nitro was not an easy soldier to serve with, but no
one could doubt his incredible zeal to do his job. This day, his zeal got ahead of his skill, and he is lost to us all. He was an integral part of the squad, and his service will be missed. Raise your glasses and remember. To Nitro Raden!” “To Nitro Raden!” the crowd responded. I didn’t think I could eat until the tray of sandwiches and crispy frites was set in front of us. Even before Vincent could gaze at me with a pointed stare, I reached for some frites and a sandwich. Bobby was wolfing down his food while staring at his frosty beer. Vincent relaxed and attacked his plate. “Where were you two when the skirmish started?” Ms. Kramer asked. “We were on top of the bunker,” Vincent replied proudly. “And how did you kick that tank away?” Maximilian asked. “I’ve never seen such a thing even with the Altereds.” “You kicked a tank, Brother?” “I had help,” Vincent said. “Vincent and I can combine our energy under certain circumstances,” I said. “The resulting power is exponential, it seems. We’ve just begun to work with it.” “It was extraordinary – almost as beautiful as my own magnificent muscles,” Maximilian declared. Despite the moans and grimaces, good old Maximilian was shirtless and posing. Ms. Kramer was stunned. Bobby couldn’t stop giggling. Vincent and I eyed his beer mug. It remained untouched. Bobby was probably punchy from the early start. Either that, or the allure of Maximilian’s flexing flesh had long faded for Vincent and me. Ms. Kramer’s questions prompted some prime stories from the regular soldiers and from Max. Even I enjoyed them. And it was wonderful to hear Vincent laugh. Bobby ate quite a bit before cautiously sipping his beer. He made quite a face before having what could be called a healthy swig. Our eyes met over the glass. He smiled devilishly. I smiled back realizing just how much he was enjoying being included at this gathering and how much he admired all of us. It sounds corny, but in that moment, I remembered why we fought. Young people like Bobby were who we fought for, so they could choose who they want to be. It made everything that happened today seem a lot less pointless. I found my focus again. When my eyes met Vincent’s, his were sparkling at me. Bobby finished his beer then sat with perpetually rosy cheeks while we finished our rare second glasses. Ms. Kramer got quite an earful – most of which could never be aired on the news. The men had a great time. Even Vincent and I managed to have fun. Leaving was an interesting procedure. There were the toasts and all the handshakes and backslapping. Bobby insisted on walking Ms. Kramer to the car. That meant we all had to go. The three of us were quite certain that Bobby couldn’t make the return trip alone. He lasted until after Ms. Kramer’s car was out of sight before we had to book end him to Remak’s vehicle then into the house. “Thanks, Ouida. We’ll see you tomorrow,” I said before we ambled to the door. “Thank you. Goodnight,” she said. “I’m not a lightweight, you know,” Bobby yawned once we were inside. “I’ve been up for 16 hours.” “I’ll give you that,” I said. “We’ll sleep in tomorrow, I promise.” “Thanks, Rik. And thanks for letting me come out with you guys.” “Sure thing, squirt.”
I stood in the livingroom trying to figure out what to do with myself while Vincent helped his brother get into bed. I didn’t succeed in making a choice. “Shower with me,” Vincent said softly as he closed Bobby’s door. “God, yes,” I sighed. I stepped under the hot spray just as Vincent entered the bathroom carrying fresh towels and our robes. He made quick work of his clothes and freed his hair to join me. We said nothing as we carefully scrubbed the dirt and sweat and blood from each other. As usual, I shampooed Vincent’s hair. The task soothed and calmed me as much as it did him. As soon as I closed the bedroom door, Vincent’s arms were around me. His lips pressed against mine, and he was slipping off my robe. I let him pull me to the bed and gently push me back against the mattress. The sheets felt cool and crisp on my back. Vincent’s mouth was all heat and sweetness. I gently grasped his forearms, but let him take me over. Vincent made love to me gently and slowly. I was surprised at his patience and restraint. Soon, I couldn’t think about anything save for his lips and his hands on my skin. Ultimately his hard length filled me and pleasured me until I came with a burst of blinding, shimmering light. Later, much later, Vincent held me against his strong, slim body stroking my hair. “Raden talked about fragging you all the time,” Vincent said softly. “I think the only reason he didn’t was fear of the Generals.” “Why would he want to kill me?” I wondered aloud. “He was fucking nuts,” Vincent replied. “He blamed you for some of the nastier campaigns we were in. But then, I used to do that, too.” “Oh? Sounds like you changed your mind at some point,” I replied squeezing him. “I got straightened out but good,” Vincent said. “Remak reamed me big time when she overheard me bad mouthing you before a big campaign. After that, I started paying more attention to what you did before we fought. I realized you risked yourself with the brass to protect us.” I smiled at that. “But you still fought with me. Everyone in the squad thought my name was bastard because of you.” “Hello? I was having a problem with you making me feel funny in my pants,” he retorted softly. I actually laughed at that. My heart lightened considerably. “Did you really think it would take a long time to seduce me?” “I did. There was no way I trusted what I was feeling from you. As I recalled, you were always so shy about being touched,” I replied nuzzling him. “I should have trusted in the horniness of youth.” Vincent laughed. “Horniness definitely trumps shyness.” “I was so glad of that. I was having trouble keeping my hands off you when we were cooking that first night. I wouldn’t have lasted long sharing a bed with you,” I admitted. “You drive me crazy.” “Same here,” Vincent said with a contented sigh. I felt better. And once free of emotional turmoil, the events of the long day finally caught up with me. Vincent felt me relax. “That’s it,” he said with a big yawn. “Go to sleep. We’re safe. And I love you.”
“Love you...” I managed before sleep finally claimed me.
11 I was true to my word. We did not begin to greet the day until noon. The shower was running when I stumbled into the kitchen to make coffee. Vincent came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me from behind, resting his head between my shoulder blades while I watched the carafe fill. “You can go back to bed, love,” I said softly. “There isn’t anything pressing today.” “M’okay. I want to make breakfast,” he mumbled into my back. “And I don’t like sleeping without you.” “I like hearing that,” I replied. “Are you calling Lieutenant Remak about the car?” “I was just about to. Why?” “We need a few things. I don’t feel like going out,” he yawned. “You think she’ll mind?” “I doubt it. I’ll call her now.” Remak seemed pleased and relieved to hear from me. We glossed over the awkwardness of yesterday’s accusations with a professional tone and next week’s schedule. Vincent took over the call with his shopping list. As long as there were tasks to do, there was no need to dwell on the harsh words or thoughts that passed between us. Ten minutes after ringing off with Remak, General Braun was on the phone. I had no doubt that Remak was under orders to let him know when she heard from me. I didn’t mind that. We dispensed with the pleasantries quickly. Not that I didn’t believe he was concerned about Vincent’s well-being and mine after the skirmish, but I needed to hear about Mueller. “He’s under house arrest and has been formally relieved of command pending investigation by the Tribunal,” Braun began. “What is there for the Tribunal to investigate?” I asked trying to hide my annoyance. “I cannot disclose that at this time.” “But you will at some point?” “On my honor,” he replied. “And now, if I may ask you a question?” “Certainly.” “There must be a compelling reason that you made Robert Greven your legal ward,” Braun said. “Do you mean to keep him from service?” A cold chill ran down my spine as I wondered how he found out about that. “I do not, sir. Nor does Vincent,” I said. “It is entirely his decision. On my word. We just want to make sure that he isn’t pressured.” “Thank you, Colonel. I’ll keep you informed.” “Thank you, sir.” “Is something wrong?” Vincent asked as I rung off. “I don’t think so,” I replied, kissing his forehead to ease away the frown there. Vincent gazed at me intently for a moment before snagging my wrist. “Help me make breakfast.” The morning was leisurely. The three of us read the newspapers over breakfast. Bobby fretted over his alleged drunken behavior of the night before despite frequent assurances
that he was a perfect gentleman. I think that might have bothered him more. Vincent’s snickering was of no help whatsoever. Somehow though, it was a pleasant afternoon. Remak arrived around 1400. The encounter was unintentionally brief. The soldier driving Remak’s car was hyper-curious about us. He saluted me as I stood in my slippers handing grocery bags to Vincent and Bobby. My lover glared at the young man for staring at my scar. I returned the salute once my hands were free. Then I looked at Remak sideways. “Corporal Schroeder was convenient and eager,” she said quietly. “He is that,” I replied dryly. “I was going to offer coffee...” “Unnecessary, sir,” she said with a wry smile. “I have much to do in anticipation of my retirement. I shall see you on Wednesday.” I came into the kitchen to find a vast amount of food for three people. My lover had quite a plan, it seemed. “What is all of this?” I asked mildly. “Provisions. We’re hunkering in for the next few days at least,” Vincent announced. “I have school on Monday,” Bobby countered. “We’ll have your lessons sent,” he replied. “Right now, I feel like we have targets on our backs. We don’t have to go anywhere until the Foundation is ready.” “True, but I don’t think we should be confined that long,” I replied. “Perhaps we could stay put until definitive word about Mueller.” Vincent snorted. “Bobby could be graduating college then.” “Hmmm. Very well, let’s give it until Tuesday. And I think I know a way to make something happen,” I said with a wicked smile. “I think it’s time to have that dinner party.” “How big a party?” Vincent demanded. “Us, Remak, Maximilian, Braun and Ms. Kramer,” I said. “That should shake some things up.” “I’ll have to make another list, but that can wait,” he growled. “Right now, we need to get the turkey in the oven.” “You got a turkey?” I asked, peeking in the sink where Vincent was working. “That’s enormous!” “It’s hollow inside, you know,” he muttered. “Bring the roasting pan here and help me get it in.” Vincent finished drying the beast then maneuvered it over the pan. I helped settle into the rack. “What else?” I asked. “Could you cut the onions, orange and lemon into quarters,” he said. “Bobby, peel the garlic like I showed you – about ten cloves.” “Right.” We worked in an amicable silence and quickly produced a pile of trimmed vegetables. Vincent was pleased. “Good,” he said pushing bunches of herbs in our direction. “You know what to do.” I went about stripping the tiny, tender leaves from the delicate stalks. Bobby watched for a moment, and then deftly mimicked what I was doing. Vincent was seasoning and oiling the bird in some fashion. Next he mixed the herbs with the vegetables, citrus and garlic. Some of the mixture went into the turkey. The rest went into the bottom of the
roasting pan. Finally, Vincent used his speed and strength to quickly truss the bird like a Christmas present. Then it was into the oven with a satisfied smile. “Brother, why do you know how to do this?” Bobby said. “Ma Saxl never made one that big.” Vincent blushed deeply. That caught my attention. “I...uh...I learned to do it, so I could I could have a turkey for the holidays while I was away,” he said softly. “It was smaller, cause I was alone.” Vincent sounded so sad at that moment that I was moved to grab him and hug him close. He leaned into the embrace for a moment before pulling back shyly. “I’m glad you learned,” I said with a warm smile. “Now we can eat for weeks.” He smacked him in the arm. “It won’t last that long, dork. Let’s peel some potatoes.” “Hooray,” Bobby said dryly. “Peel,” Vincent muttered. “Alright...alright...” he groused but pick up the peeler. “Do I really have to stay home into the middle of the week?” “Yeah,” Vincent said. “I think General Mueller’s gone nuts.” “And we don’t know who may be loyal to him and who might be still acting on his behest,” I added thoughtfully. “That’s the only reason I didn’t bite Braun’s head off over an investigation. I’m certain there are more people involved that just Mueller.” Bobby peeled in silence for a few minutes, his brow knit in concentration. “Do you think that General Mueller is behind the Market attack?” He asked suddenly. “Why would you think that?” I asked. It was an intriguing suggestion. He shrugged. “If he isn’t happy with how the Altereds are handled he could get it to change if you did something bad.” I looked at Vincent. Then we both gaped at Bobby. “Or I could be wrong,” Bobby said with reddening cheeks. “No...” I replied slowly. “That’s the kind of warped sense that would appeal to Mueller. If we had destroyed the Central Market to save people close to us, he could have seized control of the Altereds.” Vincent sighed heavily as he went back to peeling. “Isn’t this where we were two years ago,” he muttered. “Talk about attention deficit.” “Yeah, well, there were a lot of people amongst the military brass that agreed with the rogue faction’s philosophy,” I said grimly. “In the end, the civilian government couldn’t purge all of them. It was a morale issue.” “And here we are again – almost,” Vincent retorted. “He tried to frag his ‘valuable assets.’” “I said it was twisted. Good thinking, Bobby.” “And I’m not even as twisted as Brother,” he beamed. “Hey! Peel!” “Anyway,” I said pointedly. “I’ll call Braun later. Meanwhile, Bobby, we need to have a safe place to take a stand. Mueller has proven that he can make an enemy come from anywhere. Here, it’s harder to take me by surprise.” “I was planning on working out with you,” Vincent said. “You won’t be bored.” “There are hundreds of dollars in electronic equipment in your room,” I quipped. “You’d better not be bored.”
“It’s not that,” Bobby said quickly. “I don’t want to be the one holding you back in a fight.” “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine,” Vincent said more gently. “Now, peel.” I did not understand the alchemy Vincent did in the kitchen, but I certainly appreciated the warmth and aroma it generated. After an hour, we’d completed the KP Vincent required. I suggested a work out to loosen our muscles, and burn off some of Bobby’s energy. I recorded that workout. I participated in the meditation and initial katas, but I turned instructor as the brothers sparred. Bobby could use his speed in short burst, but could only do a few during the length of the workout. There was great potential in him to be an excellent combatant even if he wasn’t altered. Bobby sensed that he had done well and was pleased with himself despite being pinned hard by his brother at the end. The call to General Braun was very awkward for him. That he didn’t strenuously object to the theory told me more than he actually said. He also rang off as quickly as possible. I then wrote notes on the workout while Bobby showered and Vincent made lunch and continued work on the epic dinner. I made copies of the recording for Dr. Auerbach and the Foundation. If Bobby decided to enlist, the records would be necessary for the process. I had just finished when Vincent returned to hand me a sandwich then sprawl against me on the sofa. He read my notes as he munched on his own lunch. “I’ve never seen these reports,” he said thoughtfully. “You weren’t supposed to,” I replied mildly. “You read Bobby well here,” he commented. “I bet mine singed the paper.” “I think you’d be surprised,” I said. “I’ll let you read some.” “Really?” “Yes,” I replied with a smile. “You have to learn my side of the program.” “You want me to do your paperwork,” he retorted. I really smiled then. “That, too.” The afternoon rolled past lazily. Bobby read a required novel while Vincent and I read or dozed on the sofa. I thought about calling the proposed guests for dinner, but I knew I would be drawn into a long conversation. I didn’t feel like being away from the warmth of the hearth and my lover for any length of time. The calls could wait until later. Dinner was really good, comfort food. The grousing and snarking was well worth the result. Aside from the turkey, which looked and tasted great, there was gravy, fluffy, buttery mashed potatoes and corn that was not mushy from a can. We each devoured a couple of helpings in relative silence. “Thank you, love,” I murmured kissing Vincent’s temple. “You take good care of us.” “Don’t you forget it,” Vincent replied. “Like you’d let us,” Bobby replied. “Can I ask you something?” “Yes, you may do all the dishes,” Vincent said magnanimously. “Seriously, dork.” “Go ahead,” I interjected. “If I were to enlist,” Bobby began. “Would I still get to come home on weekends?” Vincent’s face froze for a second. Then, he sighed heavily, but he didn’t look away. “No,” Vincent replied. “Not for a long while.”
“Why?” Bobby asked. “I thought you stayed at the base, because Mom and Dad were gone.” “No...the procedure is difficult. There is always a chance of complications,” I said. “For the length of the process, the Altered is in quarantine. If there are other Alters going through the process, you have company. Otherwise, you’re alone.” “I was,” Vincent said. “As I was,” I added. “We may be able to visit, because we’ll be researching the process. We can even bring food.” “Damned right,” Vincent muttered. “Once you enter basic training, you’re with your new squad for eight weeks,” I said. “It’s best not to visit then either, because you need to bond with them and build trust with your squad leader.” “You’ll have some leave between basic and special forces training,” Vincent said. “We would see you during the special forces training because we’re going to be part of it.” “But we can’t play favorites,” I cautioned. “In fact, your connection could cause you some grief. You’ll have to prove you’re one of the squad more than a few times.” “How do I do that?” “You have a lot of information your squad won’t have because you’ve been listening to us,” Vincent said. “Don’t share that.” “Don’t be a know-it-all,” Bobby said. “Got it.” “And take the shit jobs with the rest of them,” Vincent said. “Never let the squad leaders give you special treatment.” “Take the disciplinary hit they get ticked off,” I said. “But don’t take any abuse. If you’re not sure what’s what, you can come to us.” “Not to contradict you, but I never came to you when I was being hassled,” Vincent said. “You didn’t have to. I could read you well enough to know someone was bothering you and usually who it was,” I replied with a smug smile. “But I won’t be around all the time for Bobby.” “I’ll keep that in mind, if I decide to do it,” Bobby said. “Thanks for talking about this. I know you don’t want to.” “It’s not that simple,” Vincent said. “We want you to be prepared, so we’ll tell you anything you want to know. I just wanted you to have it easier than I did.” “I know there isn’t much chance of getting shot at or blown up in college and in civilian life, but I don’t think it will be that easy,” Bobby said thoughtfully. “Most of my school- mates are getting ulcers over what college to attend or having enough activities to make it into the right company or something. And I’ve met some of the graduates who have great careers. They don’t all seem happy.” “And we do?” Vincent said. “You know what we’ve been facing just this week.” “You are happy with what you’ve accomplished,” he countered simply. “You are proud of your skills. After the skirmish at the pub, I could feel how much serving meant to you and the other soldiers.” I looked at Vincent and shrugged. “He’s very astute.” “Yeah...okay, Mr. Astute. Let’s do the dishes,” Vincent said. “And I’ll actually help.”
My cell phone rang as I moved back to the sofa. I was planning on writing some letters, but the number flashing onscreen changed my mind. “Good evening, General,” I said. “I hope I’m not interrupting another meal,” Braun said. “We’ve just finished.” “Good. I must apologize for my behavior earlier. You took me by surprise,” he explained. “Were you given a tip about Mueller and the Market incident?” “No. Actually Bobby Greven thought it up,” I replied. “It seemed like a plausible theory.” “He’s very clever,” Braun admitted. “We had to follow the money down a lot of alleys to get to the same place.” “I’m sorry,” I said. “I know he is a good friend.” “Thank you, but it’s not necessary,” Braun said. “We’ll have him brought up on charges Monday before the Tribunal.” “Thank you for keeping me informed,” I said. “And now I have a request.” “Oh?” “We’d like you to come to dinner on Wednesday,” I said. “I’ll be inviting Dr. Auerbach and Eloise Kramer along with two from my squad.” “Is she doing a story on the dinner?” “No, it’s a way of getting to know the players in the Foundation in an informal way,” I said. “The food will be great.” “That’s what I’ve heard. Can I bring anything?” “We always need good wine. Let’s say 1900 hours?” “I’ll be there.” I turned on the TV just in time to catch the weather. A really nasty nor’easter was on the forecast complete with sleet and hail. The storm was a slow mover, so it could last into Monday. We needed to bring in wood from the shed for the livingroom hearth and the wood stoves in the bedrooms. I was really glad we’d had the new shutters put in and that we had a brand new generator as part of the security system. Vincent had been right to stock up on food. “I’m going to the shed to get some wood,” I called toward the kitchen. “Okay...” I pulled on a sweater then headed outside. There was a sharp bite in the air, and I could smell rain coming. By the second armload, Vincent was at the door. “Put these in Bobby’s room,” I said. We filled the bins in our room and the livingroom with enough for a few days. “What’s with all the wood?” Vincent asked as I locked the door and set the alarms. “Big storm is coming,” I replied. “There’ll be heavy rain, sleet and a lot of wind.” “Do we have enough wood?” “’Till Tuesday, easily,” I said. “We warm the bedrooms in the early evening and it’ll be fine all night. And we can huddle close.” “Sounds good tom me. Who called?” Vincent asked as we settled on the sofa under the throw blanket with our cognacs. “General Braun called to tell us that Bobby was right about Mueller,” I replied as I eased our bodies together. “He goes before the Tribunal on Monday to face serious charges. And he’ll bring wine on Wednesday.”
“Mueller is a whack job, but I wonder if putting him away will end this,” Vincent muttered. “I think I’ll make stew again. That feeds a crowd.” “Tastes good, too,” I added. “Maybe I’ll make a dessert,” Vincent mused. “Do you think the storm will pass by Tuesday?” “It should,” I replied. “Don’t worry. We’ll get everything in time.” “We’d better,” he retorted playfully as he nuzzled me. “Where’s Bobby – chained to the sink?” “He’s e-mailing his teachers for his assignments,” Vincent replied, swatting me upside my head. I squeezed him in response then kissed his temple. The weather report repeated a few moments later followed by a preview of Ms. Kramer next report. Bobby was suddenly in the room at the sound of her voice. “This week, my series of reports on the lives and service of the Military’s Altered Forces took me to a field exercise against elite conventional forces. I had an unprecedented look at how the units fight and interact and unfortunately, how they mourn a loss of their own.” Of course the main image they used was the flying tank. I was shielding us both while sending a surge of power through Vincent allowing him to deflect the truck with one foot. “Wow! How did you do that?” Bobby exclaimed. “That was awesome!” “Body chemistry,” I replied. “We still don’t know how it works.” “I don’t think it matters,” Vincent declared languidly. “It just is. I hope we never know.” “So no one can try to make it happen?” I asked. “Yeah...no one could force this to work,” Vincent murmured cuddling close. “Did you get your assignments?” “Sure. I got them for the week, but how long will I be cooped up?” “General Mueller will be brought before the tribunal on Monday,” I said. “I think you should stay out of school for the week, but we can go out on workouts after Wednesday.” “I’ll need your help with the dinner party. We’re having Ms. Kramer over, you know,” Vincent said. “I know you’re using me as free labor,” Bobby muttered. “I’m teaching you a valuable skill,” Vincent countered. “Someday, you’ll want to make a meal for a date.” Bobby considered that for a few moments. “Okay...okay,” Bobby said. I wasn’t sure about containing all that energy in a small house for a week, but I knew it wouldn’t be dull. The storm blew in sometime in the middle of the night. The air was charged with electricity. It wasn’t unusual for me to wake for a moment or two before acclimating to the new energy levels. But something tugged at my senses beyond the storm and the alarm’s perimeter. Vincent woke as well. “You feel it, too,” Vincent whispered. “Someone is testing the system,” I said. “Do you want to fight them?” “No. I have an idea...let’s go to the livingroom.” We pulled on our robes then crept into the chilly, dark room.
“This should be easy with all the energy in the air,” I said. “Power up.” In seconds, energy was crackling between us. “Channel it out from the house through the floor,” I said. We smacked out hands to the floor and sent a shockwave that covered ground out to the road. There were very loud yelps from the end of the driveway. Seconds later, we heard a vehicle screech off. “The beauty is that they’ll think it’s the alarm system,” I said with a grin. Vincent grunted something before lunging at me to take a searing, claiming kiss. I groaned loudly into his mouth before catching him up in my arms. The energy between us was crackling along our nerves in an electrified foreplay. I managed to carry him into the room, shut the door and get to bed without tripping or making much noise beyond the gasps and moans. We were frenzied with each other, stripping off our robes while refusing to break the kiss. Vincent writhed against me, begging to be taken immediately. I held him down even as he arched against me, reigning in what was left of my control to carefully prep him. My lover was still incredibly tight. As much as I wanted to just shove inside him, I couldn’t if it meant causing pain. When I finally sheathed myself in his heat, the glow returned. We didn’t last long at that level of intensity. Our climax caused another shock wave. I was still inside Vincent trying to catch my breath when there was a tentative knock at the door. “You guys feel that? You okay?” Bobby asked in a groggy voice. “We’re okay,” Vincent managed to say. “It’s just the storm.” “Oh...okay...goodnight.” “Goodnight,” Vincent replied breathlessly. I gently pulled out of my lover with just enough energy to cover our bodies and clutch him close. We didn’t so much fall asleep as abruptly succumb to it. Rain was falling down in sheets the next morning. The water sizzled and popped against the electrified alarm barrier. The room was chilly. Vincent was plastered all over me for warmth. “We can’t go at each other like that on the battlefield or while training cadets,” I said softly. I couldn’t hide the amusement in my voice. He laughed. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem. We usually expend all the energy in our bodies in a fight or a spar,” he replied in a muffled voice. “True,” I said. “That was incredible. But, my beautiful thrill seeker, is that the only way you’ll want me?” One amber eye peered at me through disheveled blond hair. “I’ll blame your idiocy on lack of coffee,” Vincent mumbled before leveraging up my body. He pressed against me, giving me a good feel of his erection. “Do you feel that?” Vincent whispered against my lips. “Yes... please...” He kissed me before I could finish pleading. Then, I forgot what I was going to say. I lost myself in a long kiss as I carded my fingers through his hair. Vincent made love to me with barely controlled hunger. He didn’t hurt me, but it was clear that he was not
interested in foreplay. I was given no time to think as he bent my body so he could kiss me while he pumped into me. Afterward, Vincent wrapped his body around mine possessively while his lips tugged at my earlobe. “What were you saying?” he asked. I could still feel him throbbing in me. “I’m an idiot?” I offered. “Let’s get some coffee in you.” The day was a strangely productive one for all the misery outside. The storm howled outside dumping rain and then sleet on the soggy ground. No one was out on the roads save for official vehicles. We were fortunate not to have lost power. I didn’t bother reporting the attempted incursion. It was doubtful that there would be another attempt before the storm ended. I also didn’t want Remak or anyone else trying to get over here in all that bad weather. Nor did I want someone guarding us in a cold damp car when we had all those amps between an intruder and us. We lit the fires in the hearths and helped Vincent heat food that made the house smell wonderful. In between meals, we all read in the livingroom under blankets. Vincent and I had a lot of material to review for the Foundation, and Bobby had his assignments. Of course, there were moments when my eyelids grew heavy and I would drop off for a few moments. After lunch, I gave in to the urge, buried my nose in Vincent’s hair and went to sleep. It was only 1600 hours when I woke, but it looked a lot later. Vincent was still reading wrapped in my embrace. “Sorry to fall out like that,” I said sheepishly. “I’m acting like an old man.” “Yeah, right,” Vincent muttered. “You were young enough last night and this morning. Besides, look...” I followed Vincent’s pointing finger to see Bobby snoring softly in the easy chair. His book was spread across his chest. “It’s that kind of day,” Vincent said. By the time the news story ran, all three of us were upright and relatively focused. I hoped the report would be interesting enough to fight the turkey leftovers we were stuffed with. Ms. Kramer was very business-like as she appeared in front of a solemn black backdrop. “Being an Altered soldier in combat is extremely dangerous,” she began. “Even a training exercise has the potential to be lethal.” The report detailed the set-up for the skirmish. Ms. Kramer interviewed with Colonel Halpern, my counterpart in Conventional Special forces. General Braun spoke for me in my absence that morning. Ms. Kramer explained our being missing as a battle tactic. There was a great deal of surprise in the bunker when Vincent and I appeared. There was shock amongst the brass present at how we fought, particularly the energy exchange involved in deflecting the tank. The cameras only activated by expended energy from a weapon or from an Altered. That was why the confrontation with Raden began with his attack, not the verbal spar just before. The boulder’s explosion and subsequent flying shrapnel were the first images. The camera stayed on us as we reacted and cut off as I fell to my knees. “Every decision an Altered soldier makes is split second. Every decision is life or death,” Ms. Kramer continued. General Braun and Dr. Auerbach theorized that Raden did not know whom he was attacking because of the morning mist and smoke from the
weapons, nor did he pay attention to the counter-attack. The speculation was that he was already moving to his next target when he was hit by our return salvo. It was a very plausible explanation that laid blame on no one. “Colonel Heron and Major Greven were reacting instinctively. Even if they knew it was another Altered attacking, they could not have stopped their response,” General Braun said. “It is the nature of their training and a burden they must bear.” “Their sacrifice does not go unnoticed by the conventional soldiers who fight alongside them,” Ms. Kramer continued. “I was invited to eat and drink with the men and women from the skirmish where they candidly shared their views of each other.” “Heron’s squad are crazy mother fuckers, but I wouldn’t want to go anywhere hairy without them,” Colonel Halpern said. “They take the most dangerous chances, so we can do our jobs safely. But they respect who we are and what we do.” “Of course we respect the conventional troops,” Maximilian said. His voice was full of emotion. “They face fire and death without enhancements, and they are fearless. Their bravery is an inspiration to us. It is an honor to fight beside them.” The segment ended with the toast to Raden. It was hard to watch, but I had to admire the men and women I served with. They knew what Raden did during that exercise, but their grief was genuine. I suppose each of them knew that the pressures of battle could drive any of them to a dark place from which there was no return. In signing off, Ms. Kramer was gently teased by a fellow anchor about spending so much time with a big group of attractive me, virile men. “You needn’t worry,” she chuckled. “I was escorted from the bistro by a handsome young gentleman and two chaperones. My virtue was safe.” “Her virtue was safe!” Bobby exclaimed. “I’ll never live that down.” “There’s nothing wrong with being a gentleman,” I said. “Yeah. And she did say you are handsome,” Vincent added. That placated Bobby. He even smirked a bit smugly to himself. Vincent glanced over his shoulder at me then rolled his eyes. *** Monday was much like Sunday except there was no news broadcast hanging over our heads. And I was awaiting news of the Tribunal. My lover cleverly kept me distracted through the morning and early afternoon. Vincent used food prep, eating, meditation and eventually his body to keep me from getting fixated on the passage of time. Bobby was distracted by a problematic assignment, so he was in his room most of the day. That meant there was no reason to explain why we ended up taking a nap in our room instead of on the sofa. I had never imagined that cooking would be a pleasure I shared with a lover. It was always difficult to watch Vincent without him becoming self-conscious and prickly. That didn’t happen when he was cooking. The process absorbed his attention making him lower his guard. His perpetual scowl was gone leaving the angelic, placid visage that I usually only glimpsed when he was sleeping. I sneaked long looks at him as often as my peeling or chopping allowed. When his gaze met mine, the expression in his eyes was soft and open. I adored the challenging and wicked glint that graced Vincent’s eyes most
of the time, but there was something about that soft gaze that tugged at my heart. It could have shifted the mood, but I took the chance to tell him so. A smile tugged at his lips, but his expression remained soft and open. “I used to hate that smirk of yours,” he admitted quietly. “Then I realized it was part of your battle face – like my frown. And you’re smirk wasn’t always smug or all-knowing. Sometimes, you mock yourself; sometimes you’re daring me. I like your smirk, but I love how you look when you first open your eyes.” “Why?” “It’s a look that’s only for me,” he said with a slight blush. “I see everything in your eyes – what you feel about me and who you really are.” Vincent let me corner him and draw him into long, lazy kisses while the fragrant soup stock simmered. In the back of my mind, I knew he was using a very pleasant diversionary tactic on me, but the rest of my body just didn’t care. I relished kissing that lush sweet mouth to my heart’s content. The afternoon wore on with no phone call from Braun. I was not allowed to grow tense or angry. Vincent dragged me into the bedroom for a nap. Vincent’s version of a nap involved sliding my pants off then running his hot tongue along the inside of my leg. All thought left my addled brain when he enveloped my erection and tried to suck me dry. To make sure that I couldn’t think for some time to come, Vincent flipped my limp body over afterward then proceeded to screw my brains out. “You didn’t even get undressed,” I mumbled as Vincent pulled me in his arms. “We’re just napping,” he murmured holding me close. Fortunately, when the phone rang a couple of hours later, it wasn’t about Mueller. Only about half of my brain cells were functioning. But it was Jenn Saxl calling, and thankfully, there was more than one Greven available to talk to her. All I could manage at that moment was sitting on the sofa and holding a cup of tea. “I invited Jenn to dinner on Wednesday,” Vincent called to me. “Sure, why not?” I replied amicably. “The more the merrier. I’ll order more liquor.” Vincent flopped onto the sofa after ringing off. He took me by the chin to briefly kiss me. “What are you going on about?” He asked with a slight frown. “You’re acting a little loopy.” “That would be your fault, love,” I said, stealing another kiss. “How is Jenn?” “That was almost a normal conversation for us,” he replied. “Good,” I said absently. My mind had drifted a little. “What’s wrong, Rik?” “There’s nothing wrong, love,” I assured him. “I’m just a little bemused, I suppose.” “Why?” “I went from living in my office to having a family with an extended family and major social obligations,” I replied. “It’s just strange for an anti-social type, that’s all.” Vincent shrugged his elegant shoulders. “You pointed out that I always had people around me. You always had them around you. There was the brass and whatever politicians to schmooze. The squad was your extended family. You never were really anti-social, either. You are too handsome and magnetic to be. You’re the one who looks good in a dress uniform.” “You did, too. But you burned yours,” I said with a chuckle.
“It made me look like a girl,” Vincent muttered. “Well, I suppose it was a little precious when you were younger,” I said. “But you’ve grown taller and your shoulders are broader. I think you’d look good in a formal uniform or a tux, now.” “Yeah...whatever...what I’m trying to say is that you never really were anti-social.,” Vincent said. “You wouldn’t have been so good with the squad.” I smiled at him. “Thanks. You’re probably right. But this is still a screwy guest list.” “Yeah...a lot of liquor may help.” The phone rang. I left the comfort of the sofa to answer. “It’s General Braun. Are you alright, Colonel?” “I’m a little groggy from a nap, sir. What can you tell me?” “General Mueller has been indicted for a litany of charges,” He replied. “All of his contacts and assets are frozen. His staff has been sacked.” “Where is he being held?” “He is still under house arrest, but we have also arrested his compatriots connected to the Market incident,” Braun replied. I knew it wasn’t that simple. Mueller had been around for too long and survived too much not to have resources that weren’t readily apparent. Braun probably thought he could be shamed into cooperating or at least into not making things worse. There was no point in arguing with the man. He likely thought he had done all that could be done. “Very well,” I said. “What is next in the process?” “The full trail begins in 90 days,” Braun said. “He has been secured. You and yours are quite safe.” “Of course, sir.” “I’ll see you on Wednesday.” “Looking forward to it, sir.” I sighed as I hung up the phone. At that moment, I was deeply grateful that my lover had worked so hard to bring me peace that day. Vincent was watching me carefully as I approached the sofa. He took me into his arms and tangled his body around mine. “They are fools,” I said simply. “They think they have him contained.” “So, now what?” I thought for a long moment. “I doubt he’ll be able to do anything for the next couple of days. I doubt he really believed that charges would be leveled against him,” I said. “We go through with the dinner party. But we follow strict protocols. Bobby, too.” “Okay.” “Remak can get us what we need.” “We’ll be ready,” Vincent said thoughtfully. “I think I’ll do a tenderloin roast and a dessert.” Vincent wasn’t ignoring the potential gravity of the situation. He had moved onto planning the meal and his own battle strategy.
12 The storm passed by Tuesday, but there was a sharp bite of cold left in the air. The weather and the passage of time from the big news story on us reduced the number of people in the Market to the locals and a few die-hard fans. Thus, we had a delightfully leisurely and undisturbed breakfast. Afterward, Vincent made a lot of vendors very happy with his purchases for dinner. The tenderloin was quite pricey for a nine people. The mushrooms and vegetables were also top shelf. The vendors were very happy indeed. Remak was waiting for us at the end of our driveway. She had a large package on the hood of her car and was sporting quite a scowl. “Why are you out here in the cold?” I asked. “I left a note for Mrs. Gottfried to let you in.” “Sir...Rik, I found it unseemly that the laundress would have the code to you security,” she replied crisply. “I think even Colonel Halpern would let Ms. Gottfried take his back on the field any day of the week,” I said with a chuckle. “I know I would,” Vincent added. “Very well,” Remak said grudgingly. “I have everything here as you requested, but I cannot believe that you both did Hogan’s Alley and a skirmish with live ammo under anything less than full protocols.” I shrugged. “It’s an Altered tradition. Protocols are for inspection.” “Or Armageddon,” Vincent added. “So, we’ll see you around 7-ish?” “Of course.” *** In my opinion, such a large party should have caused a lot of consternation. Vincent was not ruffled at all. We did not start prepping until two hours before everyone was due. “The roasts will take no more than an hour. The vegetables can roast at the same time,” Vincent explained. “Let’s put out some nibbles, first.” Bobby and I quickly cubed the cheese and placed slices of salamis on a tray with sliced baguettes. The tray was placed on the diningroom table. We then set about wiping down mushrooms, peeling and cutting up vegetables, peeling garlic and prepping herbs. In the quarter hour after we finished the prep, Vincent had seared the meat in hot oil, tossed the vegetables and potatoes with herbs, garlic and oil and placed the roasts and the vegetables in a very hot oven. It was at that point that Bobby pleaded to be excused for his second shower of the day. With a great and exaggerated sigh, Vincent let him go. That suited me. I took the opportunity to corner my lover and languidly kiss him while the mushrooms were noisily sautéing. He moaned deliciously before pulling out of the kiss. “Rik...please...we have to make dessert,” Vincent murmured as my lips hovered over his. “You’re my dessert,” I replied, claiming his lips once more. Vincent gave in for a moment more before pulling away again.
“You aren’t sharing me with everyone at the dinner party,” he said breathlessly as he distanced himself. “No, you’re mine.” With that, gently turned me and pushed me toward the table. “You need to peel and slice the fruit for the crumble,” Vincent said firmly. “You can have me later.” “Covered in sugar and spices?” “It depends on how you behave,” he replied. “Get to work.” Fifteen minutes later, dessert was assembled and the kitchen was clean. We had changed clothes with a half an hour to spare. I turned on the security cameras and monitors knowing that someone would arrive early. Thirty seconds later, Remak’s sedan was at the end of the driveway with a couple of jeeps. I shut down the perimeter barrier, so Remak could deploy the guards. “Good evening, Rik, Vincent, Bobby,” Remak said. “Forgive our being early. I thought you might need help.” “Everything is finished,” Vincent said. I heard a hint of smugness in his voice. “We could use some wine,” I suggested. “I’ve got plenty,” Auerbach announced as he entered the house. “Something smells wonderful.” “Thanks,” Vincent replied. “I’ll open the bottles.” “I’ll get the glasses,” I said. It was a really good pinot noir I poured while Vincent took the roasts out of the oven to rest. Bobby was holding the last glass I poured. I gazed at him intently with a raised brow. “I won’t drink it. I just want to hold it around Ms. Kramer,” he whispered urgently. I considered that for a few seconds, ignoring the huge golden eyes pleading at me. “You can hold half a glass.” “Thanks, Rik.” We’d enjoyed a few sips of wine and a few moments of base gossip when I noticed a pair of cars moving up the driveway past the guards. I poured two more glasses. To my surprise, it was Jenn Saxl was with General Braun. I poured a third glass. “The General was kind enough to offer me a ride from town,” she said in response to Bobby’s befuddled look. “Are you drinking?” “I’m just holding the glass, now don’t embarrass me!” He hissed. “Hi, Ms. Kramer.” I let the young man get her a drink while I went to assist Vincent. He was humming pleasantly. That was a very good sign. “Can you take the kitchen chairs into the diningroom?” He asked. “Sure.” I took the chairs, then shuttled the plates and flatware. Bobby put out the napkins and water glasses. As I moved back and fourth, I realized that General Braun was telling our guests what was probably the worst story I’d ever heard in mixed company. Bobby was beet-red, but Ms. Kramer and Auerbach were laughing their asses off. Vincent’s ears were red and he was looking at me owlishly. “You would have skinned me alive if I told a story like that,” he whispered. I smiled at him then grabbed him for a quick kiss. “You never need to talk dirty to me,” I said.
“I think dirty all the time.” “You never need to tell me. Just do it.” Vincent gave me a smoldering sidelong glance. “Remember that you asked for it.” Dinner was delicious despite what was a strained and awkward relationships at the table. Jenn Saxl sat between Bobby and Ms. Kramer and was not pleased with his bigeyes lovesick glances and his shy attempts to be an attentive host. Braun and Auerbach seemed relaxed, but talking freely about anything related to their work was a minefield in front of Ms. Kramer. Everyone felt at ease talking about the food, so that’s where the conversation eventually drifted. “Vincent, this is amazing,” Auerbach said. “Thank you for all the hard work.” “It wasn’t that hard,” Vincent replied. “You’ve never been modest, Hardcase,” Braun said. “It’s true,” Bobby said. “He started only two hours before everyone came, and he didn’t yell once.” “If I can figure out how to make edible food, I think the Mess staff can be trained to do it,” Vincent quipped. “What about the intense nutritional needs of younger Altereds and the supplements the adult needs?” Auerbach asked. “I think they can be baked into a fruit dish like tonight’s dessert,” Vincent said. “Or put it in a fruit smoothie.” “That’s not a bad idea,” Auerbach said with surprise. “We’ll have to talk about it.” Dessert renewed praise for Vincent’s cooking skills. I was mildly praised for my coffee. The conversation loosened up then to include sports. General Braun and the Doc were avid about almost all the teams that played in town. Jenn talked about sports injuries. Remak liked strategies and Maximilian admired the forms of the athletes. Ms. Kramer’s bawdy tales about star players riveted Bobby. Vincent and I enjoyed our guests. I had begun collecting the dessert dishes when I noticed another sedan heading up the drive. It was a Command car. Since the guards waved it through, I wasn’t concerned. “Are any of you expecting a message from the base?” I asked. “No,” Auerbach replied. “Me neither. Got any cognac?” Braun responded. “Sure do. Bobby could you pour him one?” I asked. “I’ll get the dishes,” Jenn said. Vincent and I headed for the door feeling vaguely uneasy. When I opened it, I grew alarmed and very, very angry. “General Mueller,” I said flatly. “This is a surprise.” I was less surprised that he had a gun trained on me. I backed up as he came toward me. He shut the door before the guards noticed. “Johan, have you taken leave of your senses?” Braun demanded. “You’re under house arrest for crissakes!” “Yes, while you have dinner with the happy couple and a reporter,” he spat. “What have we come to, putting up with this crap?” “We aren’t in a state of war anymore,” Braun retorted. “The civilian government is in charge of us – not the other way around. We have to work with them. Who are we protecting if not them?”
“And who protects us from them when something goes wrong – when we make a mistake?” Mueller countered. “You want to shut me away so nobody knows there’s someone left to stand up for the military.” “General Mueller,” Ms Kramer said gently. “I can tell your story, if you’d like.” Mueller looked at her with utter disdain. “Even if I believed your offer was real, there is no time. The good Lieutenant, aside from waiting for an opening to put a bullet in my brain, has already alerted her squad.” “Then why the hell are you here?” Braun demanded. “To ruin your plans by getting rid of the one who could have made them work,” he retorted. The gun was pointed at Braun, which is why Vincent and I were so still. We were both watching were it was. Then, I saw his other hand raise toward me. Vincent was instantly between us as a flash went off. I knew what it was immediately and cried out in pain as some of the EM pulse hit me. Vincent collapsed against me. His eyes were open and he was not moving. I felt a rush of air pass me as Bobby surged forward and knocked the gun from Mueller’s hand. But that’s all I knew of the rest of the room. My vision narrowed to the unmoving form in my arms. I realized that he wasn’t breathing, nor could I sense his heartbeat. I realized that this would be the last time I held him. “No...no...no,” I moaned, clutching him to me. “Vincent...no...” My heart felt like it had burst in my chest, the pain was so acute. I heard voices telling me to let him go and give him to Auerbach. I began to power up drawing energy from everything around me. “No one touch us! Get out...everyone out...please...I can’t,” I rasped. The tears began flowing. “I can’t do this...without him....GET OUT!” “Rik, please. Let them help Brother!” “Julian...get Bobby out...I’m so sorry...I just can’t...” I knew it was selfish. I should stay for Bobby and for the Foundation’s work. I couldn’t bear the thought of having mere memories of loving him. I could not see beyond those unfocused, beautiful golden eyes. I couldn’t bear decades of loneliness without him. “Get out now! I don’t want anyone else to die...” I shouted before a sob choked me into silence. The power glowed around me and expanded. “He’s going to overload his body!” Auerbach exclaimed. “We have to go. Now!” I heard loud protests and pleas from Bobby and Jenn. Julian carried them both out. Soon there was silence and the glow as I drew power from the generator. It wouldn’t be long. “Is this all we get?” I whispered. “One month of happiness...” Vincent’s lips were parted. I decided that I would die with his kiss. I sealed my lips over his and explored that warm, sweetness as I held him closer. The energy hummed as it passed through me to him. The tears still flowed, but I felt oddly at peace. Long moments passed. I slowly realized that I had not overloaded. In fact, it felt like the energy was dissipating. I also realized that Vincent was kissing me back and he was holding me. I raised my head, ending the kiss. I feared being driven mad from grief. Or maybe we were both dead. Vincent’s soft gaze was focused on my face. He frowned at me.
“Why are you crying?” He asked softly. “You...you were...gone,” I managed before another sob choked me. “Rik...oh, god,” Vincent murmured turning in my arms to really embrace me. “It’s okay. I’m fine. You can feel that...” “Yes,” I said swallowing hoarsely. I could feel the life in him as sure as I could an hour before. Yet I couldn’t stop crying or trembling. “Alright, let’s get some help,” he said soothingly. “Anyone out there? We need help in here!” Moments later, the room was full of voices – all gentle and soothing. I heard Dr. Auerbach’s diagnostic device. Jenn and Ms. Kramer were cleaning the kitchen. Bobby and Maximilian were hovering nearby. “You’re fine, Vincent. The EM pulse must have stunned you badly,” he said thoughtfully. “But that setting should have damaged your organs...that’s odd.” “Not really. We were wearing protective gear,” he said. “Full protocol for an extreme situation.” “I’ll wear a crash helmet to your next party,” he muttered. “How’s Rik?” Auerbach came close. “I’m worried about his state. He’s weakened himself and he is extremely distraught from the shock. I should sedate him so he can rest.” “No,” Vincent replied. “I can get him to rest. I’ll take care of him. Just stay until he’s settled.” “Oh, I will. Now where’s that cognac?” “Bobby, will you help me?” “Of course, Brother.” “Get our robes in the bedroom and take them to the bathroom. Then, start a fire in the bedroom stove,” Vincent said. “And then will you make us a pot of tea?” “Right away,” he replied. “Julian, can you help us up, please?” “Certainly.” “I’m not leaving you, Rik. I’m just standing up.” I let him slide from my arms for a moment. Then, his and Julian’s hands grasped my middle and brought me to my feet. Vincent wrapped an arm around my waist. “Come on, Rik. Try to walk.” I walked slowly, but I walked. Vincent seemed pleased by that. We made it to the bathroom where I was seated on the toilet. “We’ll be okay. I’ll call if we need help,” Vincent said as he gently closed the door. “I’m sorry,” I said in a hoarse whisper. “I was going to end everything.” “I understand,” he said quietly. He tilted my chin up to look into his eyes. They were so kind. “I would have done the same.” He kissed me briefly and very tenderly. “I’m going to wash your face with some cold water.” “I’m thirsty.” “Okay.” He ran the cold tap for a moment before filling a paper cup from the dispenser. The water tasted sweet and soothed my parched throat. Vincent wet a washcloth with cold water then carefully wiped away my tears and soothed my puffy eyes.
“Do you think you can stand in the shower?” I nodded. Moments later, I was naked under hot spray while Vincent washed me. His hands soothed me further. With each stroked of those elegant fingers covered in silken lather grounded me and made me know he was real and alive. I felt better even before I was dried and put in my robe. When we hobbled to the sofa, only Bobby, Auerbach and Maximilian remained. The Doc eyed me carefully as Vincent sat me on the sofa. “How do you feel?” He asked. “I have a headache,” I replied. My voice was still hoarse. “I’m sure you do,” he replied mildly. “If you won’t have a sedative, try to get some fluids in you before bed.” “I have the tea,” Bobby said offering a pair of steamy mugs. “There’s lots of honey.” “Thank you, Bobby,” I said quietly. “I’m sorry I upset you.” “It’s okay. I’m okay,” Bobby assured me with earnest eyes. “Stop apologizing,” Vincent said gently. “Never apologize for loving me like that.” As I drank the warm, fragrant tea, Vincent covered our legs with the comforter. He leaned against me knowing I was hungry for contact. “What happened to Jenn and Ms. Kramer?” Vincent asked. “Ms. Kramer took Jenn home. They said they would check on you tomorrow,” Bobby said. “Lieutenant Remak will be back soon,” Maximilian said. “She accompanied General Braun to take General Mueller into custody.” I didn’t ask what was to become of Mueller this time. I was trying to calm down. The tea helped my throat. Vincent’s warmth helped with everything else. Auerbach was using his little machine again. “Your system has stabilized,” he said thoughtfully. “I don’t know how I missed this before. Your systems have synchronized. That’s partly why you reacted the way you did. Hmmm...I don’t think you have to worry about the military finding out about this development. I frowned at him. “I know I blew a gasket here, Doc, but what the hell are you talking about?” “The military is unlikely to develop pairs like you if it means losing two very expensive Altereds when one gets killed,” he explained. “It’s fiscal folly.” I blinked at the man as his words sunk in. “Not that your devotion isn’t emotional and heartfelt,” he added. “But you are now inextricably linked physically.” “How about that,” Vincent said brightly. He looked very happy to be stuck with me. I finished my mug of tea. “Do you think you can eat?” Vincent asked. “No,” I replied. “I’d like some more tea.” “Liquids are enough tonight. Your appetite should return tomorrow,” Auerbach said. As I sipped the second mug of tea, I realized that the evening was still young. It was barely 2200 hours. I felt like I’d been up for days. “May I inquire as to why you all had on protective gear?” Auerbach asked over his second, stiff cognac.
“I know Mueller. I ran his campaigns. He fights until the last man is standing,” I replied simply. “I didn’t think anyone took him seriously enough. They probably didn’t inform anyone in the ranks that he was under arrest. That’s why the guards let him pass.” “You would have made a great General,” Auerbach commented. Maximilian nodded in agreement. He was being circumspect. “I hope this won’t discourage you from entertaining,” the Doc said. “It really was a lovely party.” “Yes, it was,” Maximilian said. Vincent and I laughed startling everyone. “It was fun,” Vincent agreed. “I don’t think Rik will try to lock me away.” “No,” I said quietly. “But I’d be surprised if anyone wanted to come back.” “They will,” Maximilian assured us. “They will.” Remak returned before I finished my second cup of tea. She looked relieved upon seeing the pair of us on the sofa. Still, she looked at Auerbach pointedly. “They’re both fine. They won’t go to the hospital. Tell them what they wanted to hear, so they’ll go to bed,” he said between sips of cognac. “Yes, sir. General Braun put General Mueller in maximum-security detention. He called on the Tribunal members himself to convene tomorrow,” she said. “It was made clear that he would give permission to Eloise Kramer to run with all she saw if severe action was not taken against General Mueller tomorrow.” I relaxed. The mug seemed as heavy as an anvil in my hand. Vincent took it from me. “That’s it. I’m taking you to bed,” he said. “Do you wish anyone to stay for your security, sir?” Remak asked. I didn’t want anyone there, but we weren’t quite able to defend ourselves, and Mueller’s contacts could still be out there. “I want you at that Tribunal, Ouida,” I said. “Julian, if you would.” “I would be honored...Rik,” he beamed. “Thank you,” Vincent said. “Thank you, everyone. Bobby, could you set Julian up? Goodnight everyone.” “Keep him in bed or at least off his feet until Saturday,” Auerbach said. I acknowledged the chorus of goodnights with a weak wave. I sighed as my skin came in contact with the cool, crisp sheets. I moaned when Vincent’s warm, naked skin pressed against mine. The room was warm from the wood stove, but I was still chilled – probably from shock. My lover entwined our limbs and pulled me partially atop his body, tucking the blankets securely around us. Slowly, his warmth seeped into my skin. We didn’t speak for a while. Vincent held me close and stroked my hair with one hand and down my back with the other. I greedily breathed in his scent while listening to that beloved heartbeat. “Please don’t regret what we’ve become or think I have regrets,” he said softly. “I knew when you first kissed me that I couldn’t live without you. I was afraid that someone as handsome and accomplished as you couldn’t love me the same way.” “How could I not?” I whispered. “You are beautiful; you are my light. And if you say something smart, I swear...” He tilted my head up and kissed me silent. The kiss was possessive and protective and all that I needed. He smiled down at me – a silvery angel in the moonlight.
“I’m taking care of you right now,” Vincent said with a chuckle. “I can yank your chain tomorrow.” “Thanks.” “I know it’s selfish, but I cannot help but be happy that I’ll never be alone again,” he said quietly. “It’s not selfish,” I replied with a yawn. “It’s mutual.” “Sleep now,” Vincent murmured. I lost myself in the sound of his breathing and his heartbeat then finally drifted to sleep. There were voices in the yard the next morning. There was occasional laughter and the odd shout. It was an odd combination of sounds to hear upon waking. Still, I was not concerned. I was warm in Vincent’s embrace. He was alive and very much aroused. “It’s Bobby and Maximilian working out,” Vincent murmured. His hands started moving on my skin slowly and purposefully. I moaned as he rolled me on my back. Vincent’s eyes were beautiful in the morning light. His expression was a fascinating mixture of concern and hunger. I knew I looked like hell. I still felt wrung out like an old rang, but I wanted him. I knew he wanted to be careful and not tax me further, but we both needed what passed between us when we found release with each other. “Please...Vincent...I need you...” “Ah...god Rik...you let me do everything,” he whispered. “Let me...” He swallowed my moan during a fiercely possessive kiss. While my mouth was being ravaged, Vincent’s talented hands played with my body, insistently rousing me. When my erection reached aching hardness, he turned me on my side. I bent my knee toward my chest to give him better access. Vincent was hungry for me. He stretched me quickly and was soon pressing inside me while grasping my erection. As he moved within me and our pleasure built, I felt the arc of energy between us. Then, I was coming, gasping his name while he pressed his face into my shoulder and moaned loudly. Suddenly, I felt much better. We heard about the fate of General Mueller on the evening news. I knew that someone was on the way to fill us in, but no one could beat electronic transmissions. I was sprawled on the sofa with Vincent sprawled on top of me under a blanket. As per Doctor’s orders, we had been on the sofa since leaving the bedroom. Maximilian had made a hearty breakfast. There was turkey soup and sandwiches Vincent had made for lunch. Remak was bringing dinner. I was able to spend the day basically with my nose pressed in Vincent’s hair and my arms wrapped around his lithe body. And then there was the news bulletin. “In a stunning development, General Johan Mueller, Co-chair of Joint Command was arraigned on charges of attempted murder and conspiracy to commit sedition,” the reporter said. “The attempted murder was against Colonel Rik Heron and Major Vincent Greven in their home in front of a room full of people. He was also charged for instigating the attack on the same men in the Central Market. The motive for these attacks was not disclosed. The prosecutor, Joint Command and the alleged victims have had no comment.” “Did anyone call for a comment?” I asked. “Oh yeah,” Bobby replied. “You were in the shower. I told them we only talk to Ms. Kramer.”
I wasn’t sure if we would be allowed to talk to her about any of it, but that was as good an answer as any. “There were cameras at the end of the driveway,” Maximilian said. “Your neighbors took exception to their presence and moved them along.” “Good for them,” Vincent said. Shortly after the report, Remak was coming through the door laden with shopping bags. A huge rucksack was on her back. “Good evening,” she said. “Julian, here’s your bag.” “You brought a lot of food,” Vincent commented. “Actually, these are from Mrs. Forrester and Schmidt,” she replied. “They came into the office to make sure you had enough food.” “That would feed all of us for days,” I said. “What kind ladies.” “I’ll set out a meal,” Remak said. “I’ll take a quick shower and change,” Maximilian said. I waited for Remak to return from the kitchen. She had a lot more to say, and I wondered if it was disturbing news. “Report, Lieutenant,” I said mildly as she set out the bowls and platters of food. “General Braun forced the public laying of charges so that General Mueller’s cohorts would abandon him,” she said. “That would mean that we are safe,” Vincent observed. “I believe it does,” I agreed. “What troubles you, Ouida?” “I’m not troubled, sir...Rik. It’s just that you’ve both had a trauma and I am now to summon you to Major Raden’s funeral on Saturday,” she said quietly. “I see,” I said. “There’s no help for that. Besides, Joint Command needs a solemn event to restore its dignity. We need to be front and center to show all is well.” Vincent sighed. “I don’t have a dress uniform.” “I believe you burned it,” Remak remarked dryly. “Yes, yes,” Vincent muttered. I kissed him on the top of the head. “I can bring you one easily enough tomorrow,” Remak said. “I just need your measurements.” “Okay,” Vincent said quietly. “I have a new suit,” Bobby offered. “I’ll go with you.” Thus, a day later, we stood in the Hero’s Section of the Military cemetery in our finest attire. Vincent didn’t look girly in his dress uniform any more. His height and broader shoulders made him quite a handsome sight. The hat was adorable, but I didn’t tell him. It was a cold bright morning – so cold, I wondered how the hole was properly dug. Along with our squad and Bobby, there was the big brass, members of the Foundation and the civilian government. I think they all viewed the funeral as a burial of the old militaristic ways and the beginning of a new era. All of it was covered by a huge media presence. It was a beautiful ceremony. Kind words were said, and haunting, somber music was played. There was even a 21-gun salute. Raden would have loved it. There were invitations to dine from all the factions at the funeral. I declined on behalf of us both. My lover looked delicious in his uniform and I meant to have him in it before
the garments met the same fate as the first uniform. Besides, Vincent’s patience and decorum were waning. I needed to get him out of there. Ms. Kramer found us before we reached the car. She looked very tasteful and respectful in a black suit. “You both look well,” she said. “Hello, Bobby.” “Hi,” he said turning red. “We’re well,” I said. “I was going to have lunch with the squad,” she said. “Are you going?” “No, Vincent and I need some quiet,” I said. “We’re still a little raw.” “May I go to lunch?” Bobby asked suddenly. “I’m not ready to go home yet.” “I’ll take him,” Ms. Kramer said. “Wait, let me get a shot of you three. You all look so handsome. It’s for you, not for the broadcast.” “Okay,” I said. We posed for a few snaps before she and Bobby headed off. “Come home with Lt. Remak,” Vincent said. “Don’t get drunk.” “I won’t...bye.” “Let’s talk soon. I hear Bobby promised me another interview.” I didn’t spare a comment, because I was shoving Vincent in the car. The first thing Vincent tried to do when we got home was take off the hat. I stopped him. “No. I want you in the whole thing,” I whispered pressing him against the door. “You look incredible in it.” “Leave yours on, then” He gasped. “I’ve wanted you in it forever.” Words failed me, so I grabbed him and kissed him. A few moments of intense groping made it clear that our uniforms were not made for sexual activity. I would have to be content with peeling Vincent out of his. I pulled him to the bedroom then gently shoved him onto the bed. “Wait...Rik, wait,” He said breathlessly. “Can I take off your gloves?” “My gloves?” He nodded. He was watching my hands intently. His breathing was labored. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long...” Vincent’s expression and his tone made me groan. I held out my hand. He closed his eyes as he took it and stroked the back of it against his cheek. His eyes slowly opened as he turned my hand then slowly stripped the white glove completely off. Before releasing the left hand, he placed a reverent kiss in the center of my palm then traced each of my fingers with his tongue. My knees nearly buckled by the time he removed the right glove. My patience fled with one look at those lust dazed golden eyes. I pushed him flat on the mattress, hat and all. I took the boots off, so I could get rid of the pants. My lover was very accommodating. He spread his legs and stretched himself while I was trying to get out of my own boots and pants. “Oh, god, you aren’t helping,” I growled as I pushed inside him. “This may be the shortest ride yet.” “I don’t care,” he wailed. “Fuck me, Rik!” It was brief but really intense. I couldn’t take much of him writhing beneath me still in his hat and tailored jacket. And the way he was fixated on my face, I could tell he felt the
same way. We came hard then collapsed in a debauched heap of formal blue fabric. Long moments later, we peeked at each other and laughed. Somehow, we still had our hats on. *** Bobby came home late in the afternoon while we were prepping food for supper. His cheeks were flushed, but that seemed to be more from the cold than from beer. He was carrying himself normally as he sat down at the table producing a large manila envelope. “Ms. Kramer had these developed before we went to lunch,” he explained. “And she had the photos from the picnic.” All of the photos were gorgeous. I really liked the ones from the funeral, but there were a few from the picnic that made my eyes mist. I never believed I could look that happy. Vincent smiled at the shots while his cheeks flushed. He looked at me almost shyly then put the envelope away. “We’ll have to get some frames,” he said. “Did you have fun?” I asked. “Yes, those guys are great,” Bobby said. “And Ms. Kramer tells some funny stories.” “Not bad, little brother. Half a date and you’re only 17,” Vincent quipped. “Half a date?” Bobby asked. “On a full date, you get to be alone with the lady and you’re the one paying,” I said. “Oh, well, maybe next time,” he said distractedly. “Guys...I...I want to join the Program. I want to be like you.” Vincent blinked at his brother. Then he bristled. “Are you drunk?” He demanded. “No...I didn’t finish the one beer I ordered,” Bobby replied. “I want to go into the Program, but I want to wait until I finish school next year. That way, I can spend time with you and Rik.” “Are you absolutely sure,” I asked gently. He looked at us both with solemn eyes. His expression was as set and determined as Vincent’s on any day in the military. “One of the guys from regular Special Ops said that Altereds made them feel safe enough to be brave,” he replied. “I can’t think of a better path for my life.” After a long moment, Vincent sighed. Then he nodded. It was a wise compromise. By then, some of the new protocols would be in place. And Bobby would have a huge leg up in training from working with us. And we could hardly fault him for finding us to be good examples. He pulled Bobby up from the table for a long embrace. “Why don’t you change, so you can help with supper,” Vincent suggested when they parted. “Sure.” I pulled Vincent into my arms once we were alone. He held me tight for a moment. “He’ll be fine, love,” I said against his ear. “He’ll probably adjust better than we did.” Vincent was quiet for a moment. Then he looked up at me and smiled. “He’ll probably make general in record time,” he said finally. We settled into a comfortable silence at the table despite Bobby’s announcement. I looked at Vincent as he prepped the delicate slices of meat with what seemed to be a complicated dry rub. The red and gold light from the livingroom hearth caught and
reflected in his hair. His tawny skin seemed golden as well. His features were soft. Hardcase had changed. There was no restlessness or anger in him. He mirrored how I felt. We were content. I took advantage of his meat-covered hands to steal a brief but clingy kiss from that lush, sweet mouth. He laughed softly as I pulled away. The light in his eyes danced merrily. I smiled feeling incredibly buoyant inside. We had made it. No matter what else happened, I knew for certain that I would hold him in my arms for all the rest of our days. The End
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