THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Bruce

Written by Lady Poetess
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story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.

ONE

The young man sighed in frustration and pushed away the thick
textbook he was trying to study. The clock indicated that it was
almost two in the morning. He had a big exam in a week's time, he
wasn't even halfway through his preparations for it, and he would
be placed under probation should he fail this big one. He was also
dreadfully homesick, lonely, and miserable.

Home was across the ocean. A hundred times a day since he came to
Strathmore two weeks ago he wondered whether he had done the right
thing. Being admitted to the elite, exclusive medical school that
produced the best doctors in the world was an honor he could not
deny when he received the scholarship a month ago. Now, he was
more aware than ever that not only did he arrived very late in the
term and still expected to excel (or be expelled, only they called
it dismissal), he was also all too aware that he couldn't fit in
here.

The people are too. he didn't know how to describe it. Only that
he just didn't know how to add to any conversation or even
understand these people. They work too hard, they had a single-
minded dedication to graduating with flying colors to the point of
ostracizing those they felt a potential threat to their academic
achievements, and they looked upon him, a late newcomer, with
suspicion and even hostility.

Bruce would say, "Give it time." And the young man, Seth Hall,
smiled to himself at the thought. True, he had just arrived. Give
himself time to get settled, and he would be okay.

He missed Bruce. He had no idea how much, until he was actually
away from Bruce. It was sobering that throughout their childhood
and even through a brief phase in their adolescence where they
tried to hate each other, they had actually rarely been apart,
coming home to the same house after trying to live separate lives
and keeping separate identities. Seth wasn't able to comprehend
the cause of the hollow coldness he felt daily since he arrived
that seemed to sap away his enthusiasm, making him listless and
irritable, until these few days when he got an email from Bruce.

Right now, however, he wanted to just roll up in a circle and hide
under the sheets. No, he wanted his old life back.

Someone knocked on the door. "Pizza," came a muffled voice.

"Didn't order any," Seth called. He paused. What the fuck. pizza
delivery at two in the morning?

"Pepperoni pizza with extra anchovies and cheese-filled crust.
Your favorite."

Impossible. Only one guy alive knew Seth's preference in pizza.

Seth threw open the door, not daring to believe it.

"No pizza, but just me," Bruce Michael Hall said, his silly, goofy
grin in place as always. He opened his arms. "Hey, no hug for your
little brother?"

Bruce, despite the early hours, showed no sign of fatigue. His
elfin face, handsome if viewed in a certain perspective, was
practically glowing with joie d'vivre and irrepressible good humor
that made many consider him the no good, mischievous brother. Seth
knew that face, for it was the same one that looked back at him in
the mirror every morning. Unlike his identical twin brother,
however, Seth was a darker, more serious version. Or so people
always thought.

"How - what are you doing here?" Seth almost yelled. Not that he
wanted to disturb the other people living in the hostel - no one
was asleep in this hour, probably, mugging for the exams, but dorm
rules also forbade outside visitors after ten in the evening. He
tampered his voice in time.

"Hey, I decided to see what England's like, too. No fair you get
to see life outside Missouri." Bruce, also the larger and beefier
of the two despite being born three seconds later than Seth,
roughly grabbed his brother in his arms when Seth made no move to
fall into them. "You look like you don't want to see me."

"I don't expect to see you here," Seth corrected him. "I'm
stunned. I mean, are you staying around here? How long? And how
the hell did you get in here?"

"I told the guy at the gates that I'm you and I passed him some
cans of beer. No big deal. And I have a temporary work permit,
which, if things go my way, will be extended into a yearly permit
after I start work."

"Work? Where?" Seth couldn't imagine Bruce actually working. The
latter spent his time back home making furniture and selling them,
but that was when the mood hit him. Most of the time Bruce
preferred to screw and party around.

"Well, I got several jobs on the line, but I'm pretty sure I'll be
working at the furniture design mill. I did what you said, bro, I
sent some of my work into the expo, and there was a bidding war on
them."

"Yeah, yeah," Seth said, shrugging off Bruce's sheepish admission.
He always knew Bruce had it in him. "And you'll be working here?"
And he would get to see him? He was being selfish, but he was too
overwhelmed by this fortunate turn of events. Bruce. here? He
couldn't believe it. He wanted to believe it.

"Yeah. Why else do you think they will give a nobody like me a
work permit? They think I have it in me to make big, nice, stupid
chairs and table. Says I have an eye for fine wood. But I'm here
for the money. And you." Bruce grinned that cocky grin that had
broken down the defenses of too many sensible people who should
know better. "I don't have much money right now, and I'm only
renting a small room down town, but - "

"Yeah, the last time we stayed together we almost killed each
other," Seth said gently. "Oh fuck, come on in," he said when he
realized they were still standing at the doorway. "My roommate
won't be back until next Sunday, but don't mess up his things. He
gets very grouchy about space issues."

"Oh come on, that guy will never know." Bruce jumped and all his
weight landed on the bed of Seth's roommate Peter with a loud
crash. "So how's life, bro? Come on, let's play catch up."

"I have to study," Seth said reluctantly. "I have a test soon and
if I flunk it they will put me under probation, man. If I can pull
this through, I can relax a little for the rest of the term."

"Okay. I may have walked all this way just to see you, when I
could be taking some nice guy I met at the pub home, but that's
okay, I'll just go home and leave you in peace - hey!" Bruce
easily caught the pillow Seth threw at him.

"Don't go," Seth couldn't help asking. "You can sleep here."

"And you, Seth, work too hard." Bruce easily reached out and
pulled his brother, who protested weakly, down beside him on the
bed. "Fucking hell, what will you do without me, huh?" With a mock
roar, he reached out and started tickling his brother mercilessly.
Oh, he knew where Seth would be most ticklish. "Huh, Seth? You
need me to show you how to have fun, yeah?"

"Stop that," Seth managed to sputter, and pushed Bruce off him. He
fell atop his brother, and roughly caught the other man's hands
before they swooped in for another assault. "I hate you."

"Yeah?" Bruce moved slightly, allowing Seth to fall and rest on
his body more comfortably. "And I think you have stopped working
out," he pointed out, reaching out to rub and feel his brother's
shoulders.

"Who has the time?" Seth answered, resting his chin on the hard
crook of his brother's shoulder. "God, it's good to see you again,
Bruce. I miss you so much." The last came out in a sob despite his
best attempts to control his voice.

"Hey, love," Bruce said tenderly. "You're supposed to be the
stronger one here, man. I miss you too. That's why I come all the
way here. I - fuck, do you know we are being like those fucking
mushy family on Full House?"

Seth chuckled. Bruce was right - they hadn't actually talked like
this, in an introspective manner that was all about them and only
them. Usually Bruce would talk about sports and guys and teasing
Seth about his more reticent nature, and Seth would hit back by
bossing around Bruce because both of them knew Seth was the
smarter one.

"You're my smart big brother," Bruce said without any envy that
one might expect. His hand reached behind Seth and started rubbing
along the muscular length of the man's back soothingly. "You can't
be missing me. That's my job."

"Oh shut up," Seth answered.

Bruce's hand pushed Seth's shirt up so that it now touched bare
skin. Seth didn't say anything - he just raised his hands and let
Bruce tug the shirt off him. He let Bruce when Bruce's knee gently
eased between Seth's legs or when Bruce's other hand rubbed at the
skin dangerously close to the waistband of Seth's loose shorts. To
them, this was nothing - their bodies were so alike that they
sometimes forgot where one ended and another twin began.

"Aunt Simone will take a belt to us when she sees us like this,"
Seth said, but he was too intoxicated by the comfort offered by
Bruce's presence to be anything but sedate. "But she's not here."

"But she's not here." And they chuckled when they realized they
said the same thing at the same time. Bruce gently lifted Seth off
him slightly, and frowned when he saw the imprints of his shirt
buttons on the man's chest and stomach. Fluidly, he pulled his own
shirt off, his hasty fumbling with his buttons aided by Seth's
steadier fingers. "You really have lost some muscle tone," Bruce
said disapprovingly, absently massaging Seth's pectorals. "There's
a gym in this fucking school, right? Use it."

"Aye, aye bro," Seth said. Outside the room, a door slammed shut.
"I really have to get back to my studies," he said reluctantly,
moving off his brother. "I don't want to be put under probation.
My tutor told me openly that he expected me to fail."

"And you're gonna prove him wrong," Bruce finished approvingly.
"Now that's my big bro. Give them hell." But he only let go of
Seth's hand a heartbeat too long later. At Seth's look, he
answered his brother's unasked question, "Okay, I'll just sit back
and take a quick nap. Wake me up when you leave for class, okay?"

For whatever left of that morning, Seth didn't sleep. Instead, he
studied, taking notes and quietly reciting what he had read to
himself in an effort to blaze them in his memory. It occurred to
him that he didn't feel that cold anymore. And there was no empty
feeling inside or heavy weight around his shoulders. Listening to
Bruce's soft snores, Seth lived the night, at peace for the first
time since he left home.



TWO

Bruce Hall stepped back and admired his handiwork. Putting aside
his hammer, he had to admit that he was actually pretty good at
furniture carpentry. Maybe after a few more years he would even
believe that he was good like Seth said he was.

He didn't care what people say about him. He only cared about
Seth's opinion. That was the most important and only consideration
he had in his life's decisions. He never told Seth how crushed he
was when Seth got the scholarship to England, leaving him for the
first time in his life without a role model to emulate. It was
Seth who suggested all the things Bruce did now - job choices,
saving up for the future, and other life decisions the usually
lackadaisical Bruce Hall wouldn't consider.

Bruce looked up from his ruminations to see Luke Wilson walking
into the workshop. Bruce liked that man. Luke was nice,
unaffected, and he was American, so at least Bruce could
understand this man's accent. He also felt a kinship to Luke,
mostly one-sided (on his side), because Luke had a guy studying
medicine in the same college Seth was studying. Luke's man was
smarter - Alex was some sort of doctor who was actually pursuing a
higher course in some medical field Bruce couldn't pronounce. Alex
taught part time in the college too, and Seth might knew that guy,
Bruce thought. Hence, Bruce thought Luke as a fellow buddy in a
same semi-dilemma.

Luke lived with his boyfriend, however, and Bruce was determined
to be like Luke - he would get a place here to share it with Seth.
They would live together. Bruce didn't care if his guardians had
beaten into him during his days that he was a drunkard, oversexed
useless fool and that he was probably too attached to his twin.
All he learned was to suppress it inside. Seth liked him, and that
was all that mattered. And Bruce would do anything for Seth. He
had crossed an ocean for Seth, hadn't he?

"Howdy," Luke Wilson said, placing their lunch on the work desk.
Luke was technically the supervisor of Bruce and a few other
furniture workers, but like the man said affably, he had no idea
how to behave like a supervisor. Everyone was like a peer to him.
Yet Luke was charming - or devious - enough to command his
underlings' attention, respect, and loyalty despite such
unorthodox democracy. "If you're tired, take a few minutes off.
How's your brother?"

Oh yeah, and people found it very difficult not to spill out their
life story two minutes into meeting Luke. Bruce was no less immune
to Luke's quiet calm that promised a listening ear. Coffee, and
Luke's sympathetic hangdog face, and Bruce was soon telling his
boss almost everything in his sorry life.

"He's good," Bruce said guardedly, not wanting to repeat his
mistake. Some things were best left unsaid, and his ambiguous
feelings for Seth, which confused even he sometimes, were best
left to him and him only. "Studying like mad to be a doc, you
know?"

"I know. It's almost that time of the year when the exams start.
I'm lucky Alex even remembers my name." Luke took a sip of his
coffee.

"Seth's like that ever since we were kids. Does all his homework
and studies in advance for exams. Smartest and most hardworking
guy I know. And he lets me copy him in exams." Bruce looked at
Luke. "How do you handle this, anyway?"

"Handle what exactly?"

"Trying to make someone like Alex still stay focused and not
overworked? And have fun. Seth has been skipping gym sessions,
man. And he never misses gym unless it's big time serious." Bruce
was on the roll. "But I can't blame him. By the time the paperwork
was done, Seth was already two months behind when he enrolled. He
has to work harder to keep up."

"I wouldn't worry too much," Luke cut in. "People like Alex and
your brother, they have been doing this for so long. Hell, Alex
studies all the time. They'll do fine. All you have to do is to
help him stay on track, you know what I mean? When he wants some,
praise him, even if you have to lie. Let him be irrational a bit -
it's the exam season and he needs to let off steam somehow. And
stay out of his way when he's mad."

"Sounds like you're setting yourself up to be bullied," Bruce
commented wryly.

"I don't know how it is between siblings, but between me and Alex,
that guy is crazy about me." Luke winked, thus crushing his rare
arrogant statement. "He knows I'm probably the only guy who can
stand his bullshit. Sometimes he even asks me to stay in the same
room as he is in when he is studying. Seems I give him a calming
presence."

Bruce grinned. "I know what you mean."

Luke's look was one of puzzlement. "We were talking about your
brother, right?"

"Yeah. Why do you ask?"

Luke hesitated, then shrugged. "Nothing." He looked up at the
clock at the wall and chuckled. "Take it easy with the doughnuts,
Bruce. It's just five minutes more until lunch break."



Dr Alexis Denisof looked up at the young man walking into his
study. He sighed and put aside the book he was reading. He was an
oddity of sorts: he was a student in Sheffield but he also
lectured here, at nearby Strathmore College of Medicine to make
some money to supplement his living. Sure, people had said that he
was too smart (and smug) for his own good, and Alex inadvertently
made sure everyone knew it despite his best intentions. He wasn't
a popular, likeable man, but he was a brilliant teacher and
student.

Hence, this man walking in. Alex racked his memory - ah yes, Seth
Hall, who started late in the term and was struggling way behind.
Alex wasn't fond of the militant environment of Strathmore that
made its students' life a veritable pressure cooker: in fact, he
despised it. It was only because the money was good.

"Seth," Alex said, standing up to greet the man. "How can I help
you?"

"I'm going to fail," Seth said simply.

Seth attended Alex's basic biochemistry course. Alex didn't find
Seth exceptional. Brilliant, yes, but everyone was brilliant in
Strathmore. Hence just mere brilliance was one step ahead of
mediocrity. Only in Strathmore. "What do you expect me to do?"
Alex asked bluntly. "You have access to one of the best medical
libraries in the world. If you need time, you can make time. What
do you want from me?"

Seth hesitated. "I am not sure how things are run, Dr Denisof. I
don't know the exact format of this exam, I have no idea how much
I should learn."

"I don't spoon feed examination tips to students," Alex said.

"I'm not asking you to. I am - " Seth hesitated once more. "I'm
really lost, Dr Denisof. There are four more days to the exam, I
have read the recommended texts from cover to every fucking cover
- sorry, and still I can't keep it in." Seth tapped at his left
temple. "I need advice. On how to survive in this place."

Alex studied the other man silently. They were only probably ten
years apart in terms of age, Alex being some sort of prodigy in
his younger days. It was his first instinct to refer Seth to the
local counselor, but he hesitated. Maybe it was the softening
influence of his partner Luke, but he nowadays thought twice and
tried a little harder to be patient with people and lent a helping
hand where he could. "The students here are bastards, aren't
they?" Alex commented wryly.

Seth looked stunned, but he recovered quickly. "Yeah," he said.
"They wouldn't help me at all."

"Okay. Here's what I do when I am stuck in my studies and the exam
is coming too fast for me to handle," Alex started to say.

"And that's what he said," Seth told his brother Bruce later that
night. "Can you believe it? He first told me I would fail days
earlier, and now he is helping me."

Bruce leaned forward and rested his chin on Seth's shoulder as he
watched the latter doodled what seemed like a kidney on a sheet of
paper. He let his hand hang down Seth's chest to rest on the other
man's thigh. "Bet he can't resist your charms, bro," Bruce said to
Seth's derisive snort. "Anyway, small world. I work under your
doc's boyfriend. Luke, that's his name. Nice guy, looks sad most
of the time, but he's good for listening if you need that sort of
thing. Want me to get us both invited to Luke's place for dinner?"

"No way. I'd like to keep my school life in school - period," Seth
told Bruce, absently tilting his neck as Bruce's fingers teasingly
toyed with the skin of his nape. "Bruce, you really shouldn't
touch me like this," he said.

"Like this? Why not?" Bruce asked. "We're brothers, right? It's
not like I am trying to get into your pants."

"Oh yeah, I bet that's what you told those poor boys that ended up
being nailed by you," Seth said. "Say," he remarked, turning to
look at Bruce. "Is that a love bite on the side of your neck?"

"No way," Bruce said, reaching up to touch the area regardless.

Fucking bastard, Seth thought, of course that was a love bite. "I
don't believe me. You just got here and you're getting laid
already."

"Just someone I met at the pub," Bruce said. "Nothing serious,
bro. It's not even memorable. Quick wham bang - " Bruce made an
obscene gesture with his hands - "and that's it. I'm pretty sure
he's a married man, since I remember seeing a ring on his finger."

"This is a small town. Don't get into trouble sleeping around,
okay?"

"How about you?" Bruce asked. "You getting any?"

"Nope. Don't have the time."

Bruce made a sound of disgust. "Come on, Seth, we always have time
for sex. You may be a hardworking freak, but I know you always get
some back then. Even if it's in the form of boring relationships."

"I like boring," Seth told him. "I'm looking. There's this guy in
my class who is showing signs that he may be okay with me asking
him out."

"That's more like it," Bruce said. He lay back on Seth's bed and
made himself comfortable. "You done studying?"

"An hour ago, since you came in like that." Bruce actually sneaked
in, climbing the fencing in the dark. That was so typically Bruce.
"So I guess that's why you didn't show up last night."

"Yeah. I hope you don't expect me to show up every night," Bruce
started to say, when he saw Seth's expression. Shit. "Okay," he
amended. "I'll come every night if that's what you want. But
what's in it for me?"

"My company?"

Bruce snapped his fingers. "Come here."

"What?"

"I said come here."

Seth sighed as he fell onto the bed beside Bruce. This was
becoming a ritual every time they met in his room. Bruce's arms
went around Seth's waist and the man made a playful laugh/growl as
he snuggled up to Seth. This was just like when they were kids,
before their parents died. This time, their nightly meeting had a
secret, illicit rendezvous thrill to make it even more exciting to
Seth. He never knew how much he missed his brother until these
last few days, and he still felt this hollow ache in his chest
whenever he saw Bruce slip out the window right before dawn. Was
it possible to want someone's comforting presence this badly?
Would that make him weak? In Bruce's muscular embrace, Seth didn't
care - he was at peace. Tranquil and calm.

"Sometimes I wish I can find someone who is just like you," Bruce
murmured. "Smart and sensible. There's no one like you."

"Hmm," Seth murmured, not really listening. Weary from his
reading, his eyes were starting to ease into sleep.

He felt Bruce pull his shirt up, and as was always, he lifted his
hands and let Bruce remove his shirt. The heat of the hard wall of
Bruce's muscular chest against his bare back made his senses flare
to life, which was always a hormonal reaction followed by hard
denial and suppression of those feelings he knew were forbidden.
Bruce never had such reservation, and he was always the one who
was freer with his hands, hands that even now slowly slipped down
Seth's shorts.

"What are you doing?" Seth asked, his voice husky from fatigue.

"I miss you so much, Seth. It was pure hell those weeks without
you, bro, it's - it's - fuck!" Bruce smothered his sob by burying
his face in Seth's shoulder even as his hands now cupped Seth's
butt cheeks. "God, I miss you so much. I love you so much, Seth, I
just never knew - and I wish - "

"Sssh," Seth shushed his brother softly. "It's okay. I'm here
now." He shuddered and bit back a cry when he felt a thick digit -
Bruce's thumb - penetrating the warm, yearning moist groove
between his thighs. This was wrong, this was - what he was seeking
for all his life, this sense of safety, completion, and yes,
loved.

"You've been without, Seth. Let me fuck you. Let me please you,
brother," Bruce said shakily as he lifted his body to look at
Seth's face. "I can satisfy you. Just let me. Please."

No. Seth should say no. Yet, the stroking of Bruce's thumb, slowly
penetrating the muscular ridges of Seth's anal ring to rub and
massage the smooth walls of the clenching anus, that sent chills
of arousal and excitement as well as a sense of calming peace in
Seth. And Seth's instinct was to part his legs wide to allow Bruce
more access.

He wanted to say no, but his lips parted only to meet Bruce's. At
the sensation of Bruce's lips grazing his shyly, all sense of
right or wrong deserted Seth. This was Bruce, his brother, his
soul - this was Bruce, who knew him like no one else in this
world. His tongue soon rubbed and slid in maddening abrasion
against Bruce's. Bruce's other free hand now pinned Seth down the
bed even as the man now moved over Seth, his thumb reluctantly
pulling out of Seth's now gaping anal grip. Seth whimpered,
wanting completion, and he found it when Bruce replaced his thumb
with the broad, fast moistening tip of his cock. He groaned,
lifting his hips, demanding surcease, but Bruce only deepened his
kiss as he slowly, tantalizingly penetrated Seth. but only with
his cock crown and no more.

"Bruce, please." Seth had been without for too long, he couldn't
control himself. He needed that thick cock, every inch of its
glorious, pulsing length, embedded deep up his ass, filling him.

"Relax, bro - I'm here. You'll get it, just take it easy and
enjoy," Bruce said.

And damn that man. He had been teasing Seth since they could talk,
and he teased Seth mercilessly now. Grasping his cock in one hand,
Bruce teased Seth's pulsing pucker with his coat, slowly rubbing
the smooth tip along the circular ridge, spreading his lubricating
droplets around the burning flesh until Seth wanted to scream.
Even when Bruce penetrated him, it was only with the half of his
cock head submerged, his hand deftly manipulating his shaft so
that the cock head stretched Seth's anus wide, teasing it with
promise of deeper penetration that never came.

Even as he toyed with Seth that way, Bruce kept Seth at the brink
by simultaneously kissing and gently biting his neck, shoulders,
before suckling and teasing Seth's nipples one by one. It was
evident now that while Seth was older, Bruce knew more sex tricks,
damn that man. Seth's fingers clawed into Bruce's shoulders,
urging him to take him. Bruce's only response was to plunge only a
fraction deeper, his pre-ejaculate now copiously moistening both
his own cock crown and the skin between Seth's inner thighs with
each stroke of play of that cock. Only when Seth ruthlessly
plunged his fingers up Bruce's own anus, all four fingers, two
from each hand, did Bruce let out a yelp and instinctively thrust
his hips forth, tearing Seth open so that the anguished cry of
pleasure of the latter muffled Bruce's pained moan in a bruising
kiss.

There was a brief heartbeat when they both paused, as if at that
moment, they were finally aware that they had committed the
ultimate taboo. But Bruce's cock, stretching his brother's
convulsing anus, drove the man on, and Bruce pumped his hips,
driving his cock savagely up his brother's anus in short, stabbing
thrusts. Seth bit down his moans and cries, arching his back as he
lifted and wrapped his hips around Bruce's waist. Both of them
were lost in their savage fuck, thrusting and reaching out, until
in that one unbearably pleasurable moment of completion, Bruce
harshly cried out a loud roar and his hips buckled, thrusting one
last, tearing time up Seth so deep that the latter's hips arched
off the bed. Bruce's arms tightened around Seth's, his eyes
staring into Seth's equally deep blue eyes, almost green with the
pleasure he was experiencing, until Seth closed them in his own
private orgasm. Bruce buried his head in Seth's shoulder, his hips
still coring into his brother's body, until he too came in a
searing climax, his semen scorching his twin's insides.

"I love you, Seth," Bruce whispered harshly as he fell heavily
onto Seth. As he luxuriated in his sweat-soaked body's slippery
caressing of the man under him, he kept whispering that. He loved
Seth. He meant it. And he would give anything he had for another
encore of fucking Seth.




THREE

Seth didn't dare face the next time he would meet Bruce. That
night, he tried to study, but couldn't. Consigning the night as a
loss, he paced his room, terrified that Bruce would show up,
craving for him to. Bruce had left before Seth woke up, but the
traces of their fuck were unmistakable on Seth's body and on his
bed sheets. Seth could barely untangle the confused cacophony in
his head.

Fucking Bruce was heaven. There was no other way to describe it.
Seth had never felt so filled, so light-headed, and he had never
felt so much felicity before. It was so right, even if his head
told him they had committed a heinous transgression. Hadn't they?
He could still feel every imprint of Bruce's hands and lips all
over his body, in every expanse of skin left bare to his twin.
From his forehead to the intimate crevices between his thighs, he
burned still. While attempting to study earlier, he instead found
his own hand reaching between his legs, trying to soothe the
raging fever between his thighs that still even now cried for
Bruce's cock.

Last night, they had somehow crossed a line in their admittedly
tenuously platonic relationship. Seth admitted that he and Bruce
had played fast and loose with each other's body with loose
touches that strayed to dangerously intimate areas, but they had
never crossed that line - until last night. It was easier than
they'd expected, when both were particularly vulnerable in their
loneliness and missing each other. Somehow the need for completion
had resulted in literal completion of each other.

Sure enough, Bruce appeared at his window at around ten in the
evening. And Bruce didn't waste time, reaching out to steal a kiss
from Seth, emboldened by last night. Seth turned away, pretending
not to see his twin's look of bewilderment, however.

"Last night shouldn't happen," Seth said shakily. The sight of
Bruce now, wearing loose tee shirt and shorts, was an instant turn-
on. Seth's mind supplied what was hidden from his view - the
tightly muscled body and the powerful thighs, the latter felt so
good between Seth's own thighs. "It's a mistake."

"No," Bruce protested. "Come on, Seth. It's not like we're
brothers and sisters. We can't make lil' fuckers and we don't hurt
anyone. And I love you, man. You love me, I know. What's wrong
with what we did?"

"You make it sound so easy," Seth said somewhat bitterly, sitting
down.

Bruce got down on one knee and looked up at his brother
pleadingly. "It is. Fuck what people say, Seth. We can do this in
secret. You and me, together forever."

"You wanted this all along," Seth asked, stunned at his sudden
insight. "You always wanted this."

Bruce didn't blink. "Yeah. Can you blame me? There's no one like
you, Seth. Every man I meet, date, fuck - they all come wanting.
You're smart, you're practical, and you are perfect." Bruce said
it as if he believed it sincerely, it pole-axed Seth. Bruce
continued, "I don't care what our aunt and uncle say, or what
anyone say. Please don't tell me you are ashamed of me."

"No, Bruce. But what we did - it's so wrong. It's incest." There,
the ugly word was out.

"So?" Bruce asked blankly.

And Seth had to laugh. "You don't care, do you? No, don't answer.
You never did care what people say, and I envy you. But I care,
Bruce. I need time to think about this."

"And if you think, you'll say no," Bruce stated bitterly. "While
me, the brainless one, will stoop this low for my happiness. You
must think me an idiot. A sick, twisted idiot."

"No," Seth said, genuinely caught off-guard by Bruce's
depreciating bitterness. "I never think that. I just thought what
we did last night was because of weakness of both our parts,
Bruce. I was so stressed out and lonely and you - you are lonely
too, I guess. We are still suffering from being separated for so
long."

"And we are always too close for our own good," Bruce finished,
his voice hard. "Yeah, that's what everyone says to us. And you
believe them. It's okay, Seth. I know - I'm the moron here. I
actually think nothing of sleeping with my own brother. I don't
even have regrets. I ran all the way here because I wanted to fuck
you again." Bruce flinched when Seth tried to touch his hand.
"God, what must you think of me?" he asked, his voice slightly
rising in his hysterical fear and self-loathing. "I'm so sorry,
Seth. I'm so fucking sorry. But I'm an idiot. You always know
that, right?"

"No," Seth said quietly. "I never think that."

Bruce couldn't see, and he angrily wiped his tears with the back
of his hand. "Fine, we won't do this. I won't even bother you
again. Here," he said, flinging the handwritten note to the table.
"This is my new phone number. Call me, okay, when you think you
can stand talking to me."

"Bruce," Seth started to say.

But Bruce only gave a wounded whimper and scrambled to climb out
the window. "Bruce!" Seth called, leaning out the window, but
Bruce didn't care to listen. The man just kept running down the
street, until Seth couldn't see him anymore because of the dark,
because of his own tears in his eyes.



"Hey, what's wrong?" Luke asked, switching on the lights.

Bruce closed his eyes against the sudden blinding brightness.
"Nothing," he said defiantly.

Luke hesitated. He was probably on his way home when he heard
Bruce sulking in the dark of the workshop. "You want to talk about
it?"

"No." Tempting, but no cigar. Luke, a nice guy, would probably
throw up and throw Bruce out of the mill if he knew. Seth was
disgusted enough, wasn't he? "No," he said again, fighting the
weakening of his control, as people were wont to do when faced
with Luke's silent, actually intimidating air of seeming
infallibility.

Luke pulled up a chair and sat down, facing Bruce. "Now, tell me
about it," he said softly in that gentle Texan-accented voice.

Bruce told.

Luke didn't blink. Bruce fidgeted when he finished, and finally
asked, "Well, aren't you disgusted?"

"No," Luke answered. "It's not my place to judge people, there's
someone upstairs," Luke rolled his eyes upwards in an exaggerated,
even mocking, gesture, "who gets paid to judge you."

"Man, you are weird," Bruce said, shaking his head.

"I know. I have an unorthodox upbringing," Luke answered easily.
"I don't mean to say that I approve, I just say that it is your
life and Seth's, and its not my place to say that your behavior is
reprehensible. Am I making sense here?"

"Somewhat."

"Okay, I see that you want advice. Fine. Here's what I say: lay
off your brother, let it cool a little. Try to find someone to
make you happy. Go back to Seth only as a last resort. That's what
I'm suggesting." Luke stood up. "Maybe you want to join me and
Alex for dinner?"

"No," Bruce said. "But thanks, Luke. Thank you, really."

"No problem." Luke shut the lights and closed the door behind him,
leaving Bruce to his own darkness.



"How did you do in the exam?"

Seth placed his forehead against the wall. "I'll pass," he said.

"Good. I know you can do it."

The way Bruce said it, always confident in Seth's ability, always
threatened to break Seth into pieces. "How are you?" Seth asked,
his voice barely steady. A week - an eternity - of not seeing and
listening to Bruce; it was pure hell. "I hear you are seeing
someone," he tried to tease.

"Yeah," Bruce said simply.

Seth's hand tightened around the phone. "Good," he said.

"He's a nice guy. Smart, funny, and."

"Great in bed?"

"Haven't gone that far yet."

"You? I'm surprised," Seth said, hating the way relief swamped his
insides at Bruce's confession. He didn't like the thought of Bruce
doing to someone what he did to Seth, despite everything. Doomed,
staked at the cross, and without hope of salvation - that was what
he was.

"It's hard to sleep with someone after you have slept with your
own brother, you know what I mean?"

"Jesus, Bruce, do you have to say it out loud?"

"Nobody's around me," Bruce said. "And I mean it. How can I fuck
someone after fucking you, Seth? It's like settling for some
second rate shit after a taste of heaven. You want me to let you
know when I fuck him?"

"I just want my baby brother back," Seth confessed. "I miss you."

"Yeah, me too. So, you fucking that nerd in your class yet?"

"No. I don't feel like going out with him anymore." Seth closed
his eyes. "You want me to let you know when I fuck him?"

"I'd rather not."

"I miss you. I want to see you," Seth said. "Please, Bruce?"

Bruce answered a few seconds later, his voice strangely hoarse.
"Okay, Seth. Just name the place and time."



"Oh fuck, fucking holy mother of Christ!" Bruce gasped, his grip
bruising Seth's thighs as he drove him one last hard thrust that
caused his hipbone to smash against Seth's pelvic girdle in a loud
wet slap of sweaty flesh.

Seth's fingers clawed into Bruce's buttocks, causing Bruce to arch
his back to drive his cock even up deeper up Seth as he came hard
and fast. Bruce pushed deeper, relishing the wet smooth slide of
his still hard cock up the semen-flooded anus of his brother,
until a soft cry from Seth told him that he had hit Seth's magic
spot. Bingo. Grinning to himself, he resumed his fuck thrusts.

"No more," Seth pleaded an hour later, scrambling away from Bruce
who lay on the bed, sated and pleased with himself. Seth deftly
evaded Bruce's lazily grasping hand. "I'm sore. One more come and
I think my heart will give way."

"Where are you going?" Bruce asked indolently, only lifting his
neck to see his brother.

"To the toilet."

Bruce swung his shapely hips off the bed. "I'm coming with you."

"I have to take a piss."

"So? Let me watch. You wanna piss on me?"

Seth gave Bruce an incredulous look, to which Bruce's response was
a shrug. "Suit yourself, Seth. But I want to watch you piss."

His brother looked intrigued, despite himself. "You want me to
piss on you?"

"If you want. And maybe you can let me suck out all those juices
from your ass afterwards." Bruce reached down to cup and pinch
Seth's naked butt cheek. A trickle of fluid seeped down the inside
of Bruce's left thigh. "And then we can take a shower together
after."

Seth let Bruce push him into the shower.



"So I take it we're, you know." Bruce made a banging gesture with
his hands. "Friends?"

Seth looked at his brother beside him. They had changed Bruce's
soaked bed sheet and now cuddled up together, naked with only the
blanket covering them from the cold outside. Bruce's body heat was
more than enough to warm Seth anyway. "Yeah," Seth said. "I've
been thinking."

"Ah," Bruce teased.

"Shut up, Bruce. Anyway, it hurts to be away from you. It hurts so
much." Seth let Bruce tighten his arms around him comfortingly. "I
don't think our too strong bond is normal. I know we shouldn't do
this."

"Too late," Bruce murmured. "Four times too late."

"Yeah." Seth looked at Bruce's steady, confident eyes and wondered
how his brother could want this incestuous love affair between
them so unwaveringly that Bruce didn't seem to consider that what
they were doing was taboo. Or maybe, knowing Bruce, he liked this
because it was taboo as much as he needed Seth to complete him. "I
tried, but I couldn't fight it. I want this - it's the only way I
feel."

"Whole, complete, and happy," Bruce finished for him, his hand now
playing with Seth's hair fondly. "I know, big brother."

Seth buried his head in Bruce's shoulder and smelled the man's
hair - of sweat, male virility, and Bruce, all Bruce, always
Bruce. It had been Bruce all along, Seth realized. His own soul
mate in this relationship that in all probability would be damned.
Yet, even if there was a way to fight this and sever his emotional
bond with Bruce, Seth couldn't do it. And there was no other way
in his estimation. He was damned, and he was a happy, damned man.

"Nobody has to know," Bruce whispered. "Just you and me."

"Yeah," Seth agreed.

Bruce pulled the blanket higher and sighed as he felt Seth move to
rest more comfortably on him.

"Bruce?"

"Hmm?" Bruce murmured, looking at his brother. This was perfect.
His heart was beating so thunderously in his ribcage in its rare
moment of pure, unadulterated rapture.

"Tell me how you sneaked into my room. I have to get back in
before everyone awakes," Seth said sleepily.

Bruce laughed. Let them be damned then. This was right. It had to
be. He wondered what their late parents would think of their kids
screwing each other, and then shrugged. "I love you, Seth," he
said unnecessarily. And for good measure, one more time: "I love
you."

And then he told Seth how he sneaked into the dorm room.