The Order

Showering together, Brad and Ken were glad they had the locker room to themselves.  Lathering each other up, they washed away the aftermath of their recent lovemaking.  Emotions evident through their new connection, their bodies reacted, desiring to be joined as their minds were. Reluctantly, they reigned in their urges, hurrying to appease the near-constant grumbling of Ken’s stomach. Chuckling every time he heard the cavernous rumble, Brad rubbed his soapy hands over Ken’s tight abs.

While dressing, Ken asked, “Okay, where are we gonna’ eat, B? I could eat a fuckin’ horse.”

“It’ll take a few minutes to get there, but I have the perfect place.”

Walking to the car, Brad kept an arm around Ken’s shoulders, not wanting the physical contact to end. Leaning in, he kissed Ken’s stubbled cheek and whispered in his ear, “No peeking, I want it to be a surprise.”

Their emotions, open through the link, were like a drug, and Ken’s smile at Brad’s comment brought about an indescribable warmth in Brad. Hopping in Ken’s Explorer, Brad drove as usual. It felt nice to be together, shooting the shit and making small talk. There was nothing to hide, but neither man brought up the events of the last few months, wanting to move past that dark time. There would be plenty of time to remember and work through everything, but for the present, they wanted a semblance of normality.

Glancing at Ken while he drove, Brad was struck again at how incredibly handsome he was; the way he filled out his jeans and t-shirt, his clothes hinting at the body underneath but not so tight as to be showing off, and the sunglasses pushing him over the top. Ken’s jaw already showed a five o’clock shadow, and the scruff just elevated his looks.

It was a huge turn on to Brad, and a testament to Ken’s character, how casual and unassuming he was about his looks. Ruggedly handsome, everyone around Ken always looked twice. Brad seldom paid attention, but people often reacted the same way towards him. Seeing Ken in his sunglasses reminded Brad they needed to replace the broken, shattered aviator glasses Ken lost the night of his abduction. They were his favorite pair, and he looked great in them.

Shortly after pulling out of the lab Ken reached over and held Brad’s hand, playing with it the entire trip, fiddling with his fingers, rubbing his thumb across the back, or just gripping it firmly. With his higher body temperature Ken’s hands were warm, and the physical touch coupled with their new emotional connection was intoxicating.

When Brad turned onto Hwy 141 Ken knew where they were headed, and a smile appeared on his face. Squeezing Brad’s hand tighter, he blurted out, “Fuck yeah, B! Man, you always pick the best places!”

Brad loved seeing the little kid in Ken come out when he was happy, and the smile on his face made the drive worthwhile. In another few minutes, they pulled into the parking lot of Stony Creek, Ken’s favorite steakhouse. After a massive lunch of salad, steak, baked potato, bread, beer, and cheesecake, Brad was about to explode. Still hungry, and much to the amazement of their server, Ken ordered a third ribeye.

Even with their minds touching during their meal, Ken rubbed their legs together under the table, craving the physical contact. The two men rarely made overt shows of public affection, but after recent events and their newfound intimacy, neither of them cared about keeping their relationship on the down-low.

On the drive home Ken stretched out an arm, resting his hand on the back of Brad’s neck, gingerly running his fingers through Brad’s short blond hair. Periodically, his hand lowered, kneading Brad’s neck or running the back of his finger across the growth on Brad’s unshaven cheek, fully aware of the effect of his touch. If the tightness in Brad’s shorts wasn’t enough evidence, he felt Brad’s excitement as though it were his own.

Parking in the garage, before Ken pulled his hand back, Brad drew him into a long kiss, and before separating, gave Ken a quick peck on his forehead before getting out of the car.

“It feels good to be home, Ken, just you and me. I love the doc and all the guys, but I need me some Ken time, and right now I don’t feel like sharing.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Let’s change and hit the pool.”

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Minutes later, after donning their swim trunks, they jumped into the pool. Still summer, with the temperature in the upper 90’s, the water felt crisp and refreshing. Using floats, or in Ken’s case multiple floats, they relaxed and lounged in the water.

Staying close, Brad kept his legs loosely around Ken’s waist so they faced one another, lazily soaking up the sun. Ken scooted them even closer so he could hold Brad’s hand like he did when they drove. For over an hour they drifted in silence, relaxing in each other’s presence, their minds and bodies touching.

The backyard silent except for an occasional breeze or the lapping of the water against the floats, the only time they separated was to get beer or go to the bathroom.

On his next beer run, Ken decided to shake things up a little. As he came out of the house, he ran, leaping high into the air and doing a full 360 before landing in a cannonball inches from Brad with his 420-lb. body, completely capsizing him. Ken tried to hide his intent, but his excitement leaked through, giving Brad just enough warning to take a quick breath before he went under. Laughing, he popped out of the water, ready to retaliate.

They were starting to roughhouse when Brad said, “Wait a minute! Come over here.”

Ken stopped splashing him and moved to the edge of the pool, where Brad patted his hand on the concrete.

“Get your ass up here.”

Ken turned around, hopping backward and catching the edge of the pool to lift himself up.  Supporting his weight tightened his arms and chest, and the sight of his tanned body, muscles glistening and wet, started Brad’s libido. Moving between Ken’s thighs while keeping eye contact, Brad started untying Ken’s bathing suit.

Grinning, Ken asked, “B, what’re you doin? It’s broad daylight!”

Grinning back, his eyes squinted in the bright sun, Brad asked, “So, what’s your point?”

His rapidly growing erection now freed from his trunks, Ken laughingly said, “I think you’re about to find out!”

“Just lean back and relax.”

Ken lifted his hips, allowing Brad to pull his swim trunks completely off. The sensation of being outside in the fresh air and hot sun, totally naked with Brad added to Ken’s increasing excitement. Even with the sex they had before lunch Ken was ready, and at Brad’s touch he reached his full length in a matter of seconds.

Firmly gripping Ken’s erection, Brad murmured, “Mmmm, chlorine dick, my fave!”

Steadying himself on Ken’s thighs, Brad took Ken into his mouth.  Intimately familiar with Ken’s pleasure buttons, Brad used his knowledge to full effect, knowing just where and how to touch him. 

Throwing his head back in pleasure, Ken moaned, “Oh, fuck yeah, B.”

Leaning back on an elbow, Ken’s other hand caressed Brad’s head, running his fingers through his short, wet hair.

It wasn’t long before Brad was breathing hard and sweating from his efforts and the hot sun on his shoulders. Leaning forward, Ken moved his hand down to rub Brad’s shoulders, kneading his muscles while continuing to moan, letting Brad know how good it felt.

Encouraged by Ken’s reactions, Brad finally decided to take them both over the edge. He had a plan for later that evening, and needed to get Ken off for the strength boost.

Not wanting to pull off to talk, Brad thought: Hey douche bag, are you forgetting something?

Ken grinned, and their eyes briefly turned white. Suddenly, Brad felt the effects of his efforts on himself as Ken’s excitement became his, taking him to the brink of an intense orgasm.

With their nervous systems joined, it was impossible to hold back any longer.  Placing his hands on Ken’s chest, Brad squeezed firmly, knowing it would trigger Ken’s orgasm.  He also wanted to feel the reaction in Ken’s body as he got off.

Brad had a hard time not squirming as his body attempted to mirror Ken’s reaction. The best part was it wasn’t like touching himself, it was like Ken touching him, and it amplified everything.

Throwing back his head, eyes shut tight, Ken’s breath came in short gasps of pleasure as he cried out, “Oh fuck B, fuck, AHHHHHH…!”

A fresh surge of strength filled Brad from taking Ken’s load, bringing an immediate awareness of his body and muscles to his conscious mind. The sensation was euphoric, almost like a drug, and he grinned inwardly, knowing he was now ready for Ken’s surprise later that night.

Brad kept Ken in his mouth until he went soft, riding out the last waves of his orgasm, and with a contented sigh, Ken said, “Fuck, B, no one can do that to me like you can.”

Reaching down, Ken put his hands under Brad’s armpits, effortlessly lifting him out of the pool and on top of him. He grinned knowingly at the warm spot on Brad’s trunks against his leg and hugged Brad tightly against him. The two big men kissed and cuddled in the hot sun until the hard concrete became too uncomfortable.

As they stood up, Ken reached for Brad’s trunks, but Brad stopped him.  

“Let’s wait a bit, Ken. I got off with you, and besides, I have a plan for a little later.”

Tapping his temple, Brad said, “Promise you won’t peek.”

Raking his eyes over Brad’s wet body, with a lewd grin, he said, “Fuck, B, I don’t need ‘ta look on the inside. Right now, the outside is plenty good enough ‘ta keep me occupied.”

Going into the house, they rinsed off in the shower and put on dry shorts. It was a warm day, so they stayed shirtless.

To appease Ken’s increased metabolism, Brad made him a second lunch, while Ken found a movie on Pay-Per-View and got on the couch to get it started. Snuggling against him, Brad rested his head on Ken’s chest with his lower half wrapped up in Ken’s legs.

By the end of the movie, they had both gotten up at least once to go to the bathroom and get drinks, so their positions ended up reversed with Ken’s head and shoulders on Brad’s lap. Typically Ken was too heavy, but amped up from their last bout of sex, Brad loved Ken resting on him. As they reclined together, finishing the movie, Brad gently ran one hand through Ken’s hair, with his other hand resting on Ken’s bare chest.

When the movie ended Ken wasn’t tired, but he was so relaxed from Brad’s ministrations he almost slurred his words.

“Fuck B, your hands feel nice. You’re too good ‘ta me.”

“Don’t get too relaxed; I still have a surprise for you!”

“B, I feel horrible. All you’ve done today is take care ‘a me, and I’ve been a big slug. I need ‘ta take care of you too.”

“We aren’t keeping score Ken; you know that. After all we’ve been through, I want you to know how much you mean to me. Now that we can merge, we never have to doubt each other again, and the only reason we aren’t deeper in each other’s heads is because I want to surprise you.”

Leaning over, Brad kissed Ken’s forehead, saying, “After that, I have a date inside this handsome head of yours.”

Ken looked up, making eye contact, and said, “B, I thought I was happy bein’ with you before, but now… I don’t know… I feel like we were stumblin’ around in the dark. I don’t know how normal people make it day in and day out bein’ closed off from each other.”

Brad continued brushing the hair off Ken’s forehead and rubbing his chest while they talked.

“Don’t think too much about it, Ken, at least not right now. I have a feeling the doc planned this from the beginning. It would be an entirely different world if there were no lies; if there couldn’t be any lies. It would still be harsh and sad, and people would still be assholes, just honest assholes, but I think if everyone felt what we do, it would bring humanity up to a new level and give us a real chance at a future.”

Grinning, Ken said, “Fuck me, you’re talkin’ smart again. Should I be worried?”

Pinching one of Ken’s nipples in response, Brad chuckled.

“You’re such a douche.”

Ken’s big cocky grin appeared as he looked up, melting Brad’s heart, asking, “But I’m a lovable douche, right?”

“God, I hate to admit it, but yeah, you are.”

They stayed on the couch, quiet and content to be together, and after a few minutes their breathing slowed as both men drifted off to sleep.

Brad woke first and noticed how late it was getting, so he woke Ken, and they went to the kitchen to make dinner. Brad cooked, and Ken cleaned; another part of their routine they were happy to get back into.

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Once the last of the pots and pans were dried and put away, Ken asked, “Okay, so what’s this about a surprise.”

Moving close, Brad put his arms around Ken’s shoulders, pulling him in for a long kiss. When he broke it off, he took Ken’s hand and said, “Come with me.”

Brad led him down the hall to the spare bedroom, which was mostly empty except for a bookshelf, some free weights on a rack, and an old floor-standing punching bag. Standing in the center of the room, with a solemn look on his face, Brad faced Ken, gripping his shoulders, kneading them, never tiring of the warmth and solidity of his body or the softness of his skin. Brad stared long enough to elicit a nervous smile from Ken, and his brow furrowed.

“B, what…?”

Brad put a finger to Ken’s lips.

“Shhhhhhh”

Another moment passed, and Ken, his voice serious, asked, “Should I be worried?”

Brad’s answer was slow to come, but he finally replied, “No. I think you’ll like this.”

Ken noticed a shift in Brad’s eyes and body language, suddenly finding him difficult to read.

“Ken, you trust me, right?”

“Of course I do, B. With my life, you know that.”

“And you know I would never do anything to hurt you, right?”

“B, what’re you gettin’ at? You’re scarin’ me.”

“When we merged that first time, it caught us both by surprise. It was painful and beautiful, and we fell in love with each other all over again. While I was in your mind… Well, I saw things. Private things. We both did. One, in particular, was tucked pretty far away, and I know why you put it there.

“Seeing that thought, and some others, hurt, because I realize I haven’t met some of your needs. You kept it hidden, even from yourself, because you never thought it a possibility, but things are different now, and I can take you to that place and be the person you need me to be.”

Removing his hands from Ken’s shoulders, Brad cupped his face firmly with both hands, running his thumbs across the stubble on Ken’s cheeks.

“If you don’t want me to do this, I’ll stop. If at any point you want me to quit, just think it, and I’ll know, but if you go with me on this, I will fulfill a need you never thought possible.

“You don’t have to say anything, just nod your head if you want to continue, yes or no, and know that I won’t be disappointed or hurt if you say ‘no.’ You know how much I love you, and nothing can or ever will change that.”

The intensity of Brad’s emotions bled through his touch, eliciting a nervous tightness in Ken’s stomach like a kid who knows he’s about to get laid for the first time and is so scared and excited he can hardly stand it.

Nodding his head ‘yes, ' Ken was rock hard.

Brad smiled.

“Alright, this is what’s going to happen. First, we’re going to wrestle. If you pin me, you can do whatever you want to me, but if I win, I get to do whatever I want to you, and you better not hold back, fucker, or I’ll know.”

The change in Brad’s demeanor became apparent right away. His back straightened, his broad shoulders squared back, and a confident, commanding look appeared on his face. Ken had no problem reading his body language now… Brad was focused and prepared to fight.

Stepping back, Brad planted his legs in a balanced stance, holding his hands up. Ken hesitated, not wanting to hurt him, but put his hands up so their fingers could intertwine.

Unexpectedly, Brad jerked him forward into a side headlock, plastering Ken’s face against his ribcage. Ken’s combat instincts took over, and he tried to sweep Brad’s leg to get him on the floor.

As a SEAL, Brad had the same training as Ken, and he was charged up from their earlier sex.  Brad blocked the sweep and spun around, lifting Ken and slamming him down onto the carpet. The house shook from the impact, and a loud “Oomph!” escaped Ken as he landed on his back.

“Come on, Ken! I’m going to kick your ass anyway, but don’t let me! Make me!”

Brad backed off to let Ken get up, and as he stood, he shrugged his heavy shoulders, cracking his neck and loosening himself up.

With a grin, he said, “Okay, B, you’re askin’ for it, fucker. No more mister nice guy.”

The match lasted nearly an hour. Ken quickly realized with Brad charged up so much more than he used to be, he was very likely Ken’s equal. Loving the feel of muscle on muscle, Ken became more and more turned on as they sweated from their exertions. He kept catching glimpses in the mirrors on the closet doors of them locked together, muscles straining, cords and veins showing, and their bodies shining with sweat.

Their hard bodies grappling, the impact of their blows, the smells and sweat as they pitted themselves against one another as men, aroused something in Ken. The fact it was Brad magnified everything, and he lost himself in what was happening.

The longer the match continued, the more Ken realized Brad was right about him wanting this. No, not wanting; he needed Brad to be his equal, perhaps even his superior. Brad was an excellent fighter, and at that moment, not only was he a match for Ken, but motivated to win.

Ever since they first met, Ken held a deep-rooted fear of hurting Brad.  With his strength he always had to keep himself in check, and the freedom to pit himself against Brad affected him down to his core.

Both men breathed hard, looking for an opening to pin the other. Evenly matched in skill, Ken decided to try and overpower Brad. As they circled each other, Ken raised his hands with his fingers spread in a classic test of strength, nodding for Brad to do the same. 

Without hesitation, Brad locked their hands together, and the two men began to flex and strain. At first, their hands were above their heads, but their arms quickly lowered as each man fought for leverage.

Ken wanted to force Brad down on his knees and was surprised when he stayed up. Shaking and straining, he held his ground, and as their hands lowered, their bodies moved closer together.

Inching his way forward, Brad lightly brushed his straining chest against Ken’s. As turned on as Ken was, especially with his heightened senses, Brad knew the effect his chest hair would have on Ken. They made eye contact, and Brad grinned.

Ken had been on the verge of an intense orgasm the entire match. On top of what Brad was doing to him, the emotional impact elicited with every touch of their bare skin, was something he never encountered before.

When their chests touched, the sensation of Brad’s chest hair against his skin sent Ken over the edge, triggering his orgasm. Brad took full advantage of the distraction as Ken was momentarily overcome by the intense pleasure, head-butting him in his solar plexus and knocking the wind out of him. On top of Ken in a flash, Brad pinned his shoulders to the carpet.

His hands on either side of Ken’s face, Brad leaned over him, and Ken felt every bead of Brad’s sweat dripping on him.  Their chests heaving, each man sucked in air, recovering while Ken’s Mind and emotions reeled over what was happening.

Smiling, Brad whispered hotly in Ken’s ear, “Got you, fucker. I know you needed that, but this is only the beginning. Now, the fun really starts. Get up and take off your shorts.”

Ken stood, doing as he was told. Pulling down his shorts, still hard, his erection slapped against his tight stomach, beet red and dripping.

Pulling a futon out of the closet, Brad tossed it on the floor and grabbed some silk rope he had put in earlier.

“Get on your knees in the middle.  Spread your legs, put your hands behind your back, and cross your ankles.”

Ken, still in a fog, did as instructed. His reaction to Brad’s plan was off the charts, and his excitement wasn’t centered only on his erection, his whole body was aroused and trembling in anticipation.

Moving behind him, Brad tied his hands, then his feet, and linked the knots between them and his ankles, forcing an arch in his back, pushing his chest out.

Moving back in front, Brad stared in Ken’s eyes while his hands roamed over Ken’s shoulders and chest, relishing his physical strength, and warm, sweaty body.

After a moment, he leaned forward, his hot breath blowing against Ken’s ear and neck as he whispered, “Now I get to do whatever I want. Your body is mine, and your pleasure is mine. If I want to get you off, I can, or I can tease you until you beg for release.”

 Heat radiated off Ken, a clear indication of how powerfully Brad’s efforts affected him. Brad had never seen Ken react like he was; his anticipation, need, and desire rippled through the link, telling Brad he was on the right track.

With Ken’s physical strength and density, there was no question of his day to day physical superiority, but they were partners and wanted equality in their relationship. Before they merged that first time, Brad never had a clue of Ken’s need for Brad to be his physical equal. As Brad surmised, it wasn’t possible, so Ken buried his desires.

They weren’t into bondage or S&M, but Brad pulled in the extra element this one time in hopes of fulfilling something he saw inside his lover. Standing up, Brad moved in front of Ken.

“Yeah, I know this turns you on. You can’t hide it.”

Reaching down, Brad gripped Ken’s erection, squeezing firmly. Throbbing in his hand, it matched the pounding of his heartbeat, so strong Brad saw the pulse in his neck.  Inhaling, Brad smelled the heat radiating off Ken, as well as his musky scent.

 Looking at his lover, Brad took in every detail, his skin slick with sweat and veins visible across his body. As excited as Ken, Brad maintained control; he had to for Ken, and his determination to be what Ken needed gave him the strength.

Ken didn’t make a sound, but he was more excited than he had ever been in his entire life. His body flushed, and his stomach held a cold ball of fire from the anticipation of what was coming next.

“You see, Ken, it’s not about getting you off. It’s about giving you what you need. You want to test your body. You have all this strength and power, all these big, beautiful muscles, yet you hardly ever get tested. You always have to hold back. There are only a few men on the planet who can stand against you, and right now, I’m one of them. The wrestling was fun, but that was just the beginning.”

As Brad spoke, he picked up a pair of padded leather boxing gloves from the floor, securing them around his wrists with the Velcro straps.

Rubbing the back of the gloves across Ken’s nipples, Ken sucked in his breath and arched his back, pushing his chest against the touch, hungry for it.

“I know you think you’re tough. Let’s see what you got.”

Unexpectedly, Brad stepped back and punched Ken as hard as he could on his chest with every bit of his enhanced strength. Ken jerked in surprise, but saw the next blow coming and instinctively tightened his body to absorb the shock. Ken’s chest felt like a steel plate, and if Brad wasn’t amped up, his hand might have broken from the impact. However, he was amped up, physically from their earlier lovemaking, and emotionally from fulfilling something special in his lover he could never have done before.

Using Ken as a punching bag, Brad rained down blows, pounding his chest and abs, even using his knees and forearms. Sweat flew off both men with each impact, and every strike increased Ken’s excitement.

Looking in Ken’s mind, Brad saw his state of unparalleled arousal, his thoughts nearly incoherent as emotions and sensations overpowered his conscious mind. Pushing his chest out and leaning into the blows, Ken pushed himself past any limits he thought he had.  

Brad kept it up until he was forced to stop and catch his breath. His hands ached from the continued impact against Ken’s dense body, and he was exhausting himself, even with his extra energy.

His head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open, Ken’s short hair was plastered against his head from sweat. His chest and stomach red from the blows, his breath came in ragged gasps, and his body trembled from the effort of keeping his muscles tensed for so long.

With every exhale, his abs contracted so tightly all eight abdominal ridges became clearly and deeply defined. His sweat-soaked body shone under the overhead light, radiating masculinity and physical beauty, and the vision of him took Brad’s breath away.

Looking at Ken’s naked form, to Brad he had never seemed so virile or desirable. Both men were on an emotional and physical high, and neither realized the wetness in their eyes from the intense intimacy over what was occurring between them.

Cupping Ken’s head in between his gloved hands, Brad forced Ken to look at him. Ken’s eyes opened, glazed and unfocused, still overwrought and having a hard time coming back from the place Brad took him.

Brad, unbelievably turned on by Ken’s reaction to his efforts, wanted to make sure Ken knew how much he got out of it as well. Seeing Ken as he was, naked and tied up, was about to send Brad over the edge. The most exciting thing to Brad, above the physical reaction, was knowing he was able to be who and what Ken needed him to be.

Pulling Ken’s face against his chest, Brad hugged him tight, squeezing with all the strength left in him. The heat and excitement between them were almost unbearable, but Brad backed off, kissing the top of Ken’s sweaty head as he did.

“Now, for the last part. If you want your revenge, now’s the time.”

Stripping off his gloves, Brad untied Ken, and dropped his shorts to the floor, showing Ken how excited he was. Finally able to let himself go, Brad put his hands on Ken’s chest and shoulders, pushing his reaction over everything into his lover through his touch.  Their breath caught, and their eyes, already red from sweat dripping into them, watered even more as fresh tears leaked when their emotions touched.

“I know you always have to hold back when we make love. Well, no more, Ken. I want you to take me as hard and fast as you have ever wanted to. You won’t hurt me, Ken, not tonight, or ever again. Squeeze me as tight as you’ve ever wanted to. I want to feel how strong you are, and I’m not afraid.”

Brad moved closer, looking directly into Ken’s eyes, searching for a sign that everything was alright. Ken’s Mind still reeled from the overwhelming sensations Brad brought out in him.  Brad gazed at Ken, looking so manly and hot, more powerful yet more vulnerable than ever.

Moving his hands to hold Ken’s face, he quietly asked, “Are you okay, Ken? Is this okay?”

His throat so tight with emotion he could barely talk, Ken’s voice cracked as he whispered, “B, I’ve never been more okay in my entire life.”

Hearing his words and knowing how deeply his efforts affected Ken, Brad threw his arms around Ken’s shoulders and jumped, wrapping his legs around Ken’s waist. Ken caught him like a child, cupping his ass cheeks with his hands.

The move put Ken at his opening, and he thrust forward, sliding into his lover as he came. The heat and tightness were too much, and he tensed, squeezing Brad so hard it would have cracked his spine if he wasn’t charged up. Brad clenched himself around Ken repeatedly, milking every drop, and with Ken’s first contraction renewed strength filled Brad as their DNA reacted.

Ken held their embrace until his contractions stopped and then continued, lifting Brad with every stroke, still fully pumped, with every muscle flexed tight in pleasure.

Brad lost himself in pleasure too, as Ken did everything he ever wanted but was afraid to. The heat between them, the sweat flying with each impact of their bodies, all culminated in a primal physical and emotional rut that was hotter than either of them ever imagined.

It was hours before Ken exhausted himself, and through it all, he felt more alive and full of love for Brad than ever. Finally spent, he collapsed on his lover. Brad’s eyes shut tight, he nuzzled his face against Ken’s neck, inhaling his heat and musk. Ken, in turn, rubbed his stubble covered cheek against Brad’s, hugging his lover back.

The only sound their harsh breathing, they held one another until both of them moaned, “Ohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk” at the same time, which made them laugh.

Shaking in exhaustion, for the first time since the program, Ken felt weak as a kitten.

Extricating himself from underneath Ken, Brad whispered, “Stay here.”

He quickly returned with two sports drinks, handing one to Ken before plopping down beside him on the futon.

Sitting in silence, Brad stroked Ken’s chest, giving him time to recover and come back to himself.

After a few minutes, he broke the silence, saying, “Fuck Ken, I don’t know about you, but for me THAT was EPIC. If I ever have any doubts about your virility ever again, just remind me of tonight.”

Ken lay on his back, his arms and legs sprawled out, eyes open, but looking at nothing, his mind still reeling and coming back from the place Brad took him. Brad got beside him, propping his head up on one hand while his other hand roamed soothingly over Ken’s chest and abs, continuing to caress him.

Ken looked at Brad and tried to talk, but his throat closed up, and fresh tears leaked from his eyes. Unable to form the words, he spoke in Brad’s mind.

I love you with all my heart and soul, Brad Wilson. I thank God every day for you bein’ in my life. I can’t believe what you just did for me. That was the most amazin’ thing EVER.

Opening his mind and emotions, Ken filled Brad with all of him. Brad opened himself as well, embracing Ken, merging them completely, and they stayed together for hours, in each other’s arms and minds, awake and content, before finally drifting off to sleep.

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The doctor didn’t want Ken or Brad returning to work yet, preferring they take time off to relax and adjust to their new abilities. Barring any concerns or questions, he would wait to talk to them after they returned. His only specific request was not to try anything mental with the other guys yet.

Brad and Ken would still be at the lab nearly every day for Ken’s workout, and the doctor would be available if anything urgent came up they needed to talk about.

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Over the next few weeks, Ken and Brad woke every morning, going for their daily run. Brad accompanied Ken on his workout routine at the lab, which housed specific equipment for Ken and the other bodies. Brad belonged to a gym closer to their house since he worked out with standard weights, but made do at the lab to stay close to Ken and save time.

After their run they showered, and while dressing Ken noticed the seams of his tennis shoes coming apart. Weighing over 400 lbs., Ken went through shoes quickly. Ordinary shoes weren’t designed for his kind of weight, so he and Brad decided to make a trip to the nearby Mall of Georgia. They hadn’t gone shopping in a while, and Brad thought it would be nice to pick out some new clothes for both of them.

Public schools were out for the summer, and the midday crowd consisted of teenagers and moms with baby strollers.  As handsome and well-built men, Ken and Brad received numerous looks from girls and moms, and many from guys too, as they walked around. At first, Ken didn’t notice Brad getting quieter as they moved through the mall, and he seemed distracted while looking at shoes in The Foot Locker. 

Abruptly, he said, “Hey Ken, I have to hit the head. I’ll meet you at the carousel in the food court.”

Without waiting for a reply, he walked out quickly.   

Ken reached out with his mind to see if something was wrong, but either Brad was already out of range, or he dampened their link for some reason. It was still active but turned down to a bare minimum.

Ken thought maybe Brad had to piss badly and didn’t want the urge to spill over to him. Early on, they learned each of them could broadcast sensations to the other without meaning to, regarding bodily functions. If either of them were hungry or had to go to the bathroom, the other could mirror the sensation. Their control improved daily, but it still happened occasionally. Ken’s instincts didn’t indicate any physical danger, so he didn’t think much about it.

As usual, it took longer to find a pair of shoes than expected. The first few he liked weren’t available in his size, so he continued looking until he found something comfortable and suitable for jogging and working out that was available. Finally settling on a pair, just as he finished paying, his link with Brad severed. Their connection had become second nature, and Brad’s abrupt absence left an uncomfortable hole in him.

He and Brad didn’t stay in each other’s minds or even communicate mentally all the time, but they had come to rely on a sense of ‘togetherness,’ and Ken felt like he got punched in the gut when Brad's presence vanished.

Rushing out of the store, Ken nearly ran over a couple of teenagers. The bathrooms were at the food court on the lower level, close to a carousel for kids they used as a meeting place if they ever had to split up, and Brad said he would meet Ken there.

Scanning the area, bustling with people, Ken didn’t see Brad anywhere. The noise level was outrageous, so calling out wouldn’t do any good. Rushing down the escalator, he made his way towards the restrooms and turning the corner into the men’s room, he found Brad on the floor with his back against the wall.

His first thought was ‘thank God he’s here,’ and his second was that while something was apparently wrong, Brad appeared to be physically okay. Quickly moving over, he knelt, putting a hand on Brad’s shoulder. His body visibly taut and his shirt soaked through with sweat, Brad looked white as a sheet, and he flinched at the contact but didn’t look up.

Keeping his voice low and steady, Ken asked, “B, what’s goin on? Talk ‘ta me. What’s the matter?”

Raising his head with a confused, distant look on his face, Brad stared through Ken like he wasn’t there. Not knowing what else to do, Ken took Brad’s face between his hands, trying to force Brad to look directly at him.

“B, focus, man! You’re scarin’ me! It’s Ken!”

His voice filled with relief, Brad said, “Ken? Oh, fuck!”

Brad launched himself at Ken, grabbing and squeezing tightly, almost desperately.

“It’s okay, B. I got you, I got you.”

Pulling Brad close, Ken held him, rubbing a hand up and down his back and giving him time to snap out of whatever was happening. With the physical contact, Ken reached out with his mind but met resistance. He pushed through but was stunned as thousands of loud voices, jumbled and talking over one another, filled his mind. Shocked and surprised, he rebounded out of Brad’s mind from the blinding pain. The chaos of seeing through thousands of eyes at once, coupled with the emotions, deceit, and worst of all the brokenness, overwhelmed him.

Breathing hard and seeing spots from even the brief exposure, Ken knew Brad felt everything more acutely than he did, so what he was experiencing must be unbearable.

“Fuck, I gotta get you outta here!”

Ken knew what was going on but didn’t understand how it could have happened. Somehow, the thoughts and feelings of all the people in the mall were inundating Brad’s mind all at once. The problem was the number of people in the mall, and getting Brad through them to get him out. He wasn’t sure if Brad could walk and didn’t want to draw attention by carrying him.

“Ken, I can’t hold them off! There’s too many! They’re so loud! Fuck! The lies and hate, the cruelty and brokenness… it’s… really… painful! I’m not sure how much more I can take.”

“B, look at me! Look at me!”

Ken shook Brad, and slapped him, trying to get him to focus.

“Listen ‘ta me, B! Listen ‘ta my voice and focus on me. I got an idea. Look at me and concentrate. We’re gonna figure this shit out.”

The sound of Ken’s voice helped Brad focus, and his eyes lost some of their detachment.

“There’s so many, Ken, it’s hard to hear you…”

Brad was the source of their mental connection, just as Ken was responsible for the physical connection, and Ken remembered how Brad made the construct of the river, that small piece of reality in his mind he used to imprison the creature that almost killed them both. Ken didn’t have the power to do anything on that scale, but after being connected to Brad, his mind had grown. He could initiate their connection when they were close and touching like they were.

Ken heard some teenagers coming down the hallway to the bathroom, talking loudly and laughing.

Well, there’s nothin’ for it, if they see us, they see us.

Closing his eyes, Ken formed a picture in his mind of a small, soundproof room with solid walls no one could see in or out of, in the middle of the food court. The only two people allowed in that room were Ken and Brad. He imagined all the people, milling about, shopping, and talking, but inside that room, it was deathly quiet.

It was difficult to hold the image and push against Brad’s resistance, but desperation and adrenaline worked wonders, and he punched through.

<> 

 Opening his eyes, Ken found himself in the food court with Brad at his feet, bent over in pain and holding his head. In the construct, no one paid them any attention, so wrapped up in themselves they couldn’t see what was happening right in front of them.

Picking Brad up, Ken threw him over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry rushing into the room, and as soon as the door closed the voices stopped. The pressure in Ken’s mind was immense, and the walls bulged but held. Setting Brad on the floor, he admonished himself for not thinking to include a couch or a bed.

Breathing heavily, Brad held his head, repeating, “Oh fuck, oh fuck…”

Sitting behind Brad, Ken pulled him close, wrapping his arms tightly around him, resting his chin on Brad’s shoulder and rocking him gently.

“Just be quiet, B, and relax. Relax and be still...”

Ken whispered encouragement, wanting Brad to hear his voice. Moving one hand up, he brushed the hair back from Brad’s forehead, continuing to rock him in a soothing motion. He was scared for his partner and couldn’t imagine what set the incident off. He knew Brad practiced to keep this type of thing from happening, so something must have triggered it.

After a few minutes, Brad’s breathing returned to normal, and he gripped Ken’s forearm wrapped around his middle.

He whispered a quiet, “Thanks, Ken,” and after a short pause said, “Fuck my head hurts. Where are we?”

“’Ta be honest B, I’m not sure if we’re in my head or yours. I didn’t have much time, so I put this together on the fly hopin’ it would work. You and I are still in the men’s room.”

“No shit?”

“So, what happened? I mean, I know what happened, but how and why?”

“I haven’t been around this many people yet and was getting a headache.  I went to the bathroom, and everything was mostly alright until out of the blue, this scream tore through my mind and broke the shield I had up. I’ve been practicing on shielding people’s thoughts, so much of what they think is seriously fucked-up, and physically hurts.

“That scream cut through me like a knife, and suddenly everyone in the mall was in my head with all their fucked-up shit. It’s hard to imagine that was us not too long ago. There’s good also, but it’s buried and gets lost in all the other crap. The brokenness is physically painful, but it also hurts like hell to see through thousands of pairs of eyes at the same time.

“Ken, some little kid is in trouble. It was his scream that broke through. He’s terrified and hurt.”

“Okay, B, first we need ‘ta get outta here. Are you alright now?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks, Ken, you pulled my ass out of the fire.”

Pulling Brad into a tight hug, Ken kissed the top of his head.

“Yeah, that’s what badass boyfriends are for.”

“I just wish you didn’t have to do it quite so often. I’m beginning to wonder if I’m ever going to get a grip on this stuff.”

“Whoa, B, stop right there.”

Pulling Brad to his feet, Ken gripped him firmly by his shoulders, holding him at arm’s length.

“First off, do you remember how long it took me and the guys ‘ta adjust to our bodies after the change? Yeah, that’s right, months, and we were in good shape before the program. The senses were even worse! This is no different. You’re dealin’ with this shit way better than I ever could, and you’re doin’ fuckin’ great. It’s new territory, and it sucks, but you’re learnin’ as you go. There isn’t a manual for this shit.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“No guessin’ about it, B. Look here, and I’ll prove it.”

Taking Brad’s hand, Ken placed it on his chest over his heart.

Brad merged them, immersing himself for a moment in the bond they shared. Their love and support for one another were like a healing balm and a shot of adrenaline at the same time, lifting them up. Brad drew strength from Ken’s physical presence, the heat and scent of his body, as much as from touching his mind.

B, use us as a shield. What we have is strong enough ‘ta get us through anythin’ as long as we’re together. If you feel yourself slippin’, come back ‘ta this, ‘ta what we have, and let it be a barrier nothin’ can get through.

Hey, Ken?

Yeah?

I’m supposed to be the smart one; you know that, right?

Hey, buddy, I’m just holdin’ you up ’til you get back on your feet. That’s what badass boyfriends do for one another. Remember that the next time I get knocked on my ass.

Alright, we’ve been here long enough. Let’s get back to our bodies.

 Neither of them noticed a well-dressed man sitting in the food court of Ken’s construct, observing them. To him, the walls of Ken’s room were nonexistent, and he listened to every word and thought between them with a contemptuous scowl on his face, vanishing just before Brad took them back to their bodies.

<> 

Opening his eyes, Brad still sat on the floor of the men’s bathroom, Ken kneeling beside him with a hand on his shoulder. Ken stood and held out a hand, pulling Brad to his feet.

Even with everything that transpired in the construct, only a few seconds passed in the real world, and as Brad stood up, the teenagers Ken heard rounded the corner, entering the bathroom.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Brad saw how pale and sweaty he was. Ken had their shopping bags, and Brad asked, “Hey Ken, would you hand me one of the new shirts? I don’t want to go back out there looking like this. And remind me to burn these clothes, I’m not sure I can wear them again knowing they were on the floor of a public bathroom.”

One of the kids, a young Hispanic guy, looked at Brad and asked, “Hey man, you okay? You need some help?”

The young man’s honest concern touched Brad and made him feel just a little bit better.

“Thanks for asking, but I’m okay. Something I ate didn’t agree with me.”

The kid nodded and went to a urinal to take a piss.

Stripping off his shirt, Brad washed his face and wet his hair, drying himself with some paper towels. He wiped his body with his dirty shirt and put on the new one Ken tossed to him. Taking a deep breath, he looked and felt better except for the pain in his head.

As the kids headed out, Ken heard one of them comment, “Shit, did you see that guy? He was built!”

Grinning at the comment, he couldn’t agree more!

Brad’s eyes were red and glassy, and Ken asked, “B, are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, I have a splitting headache, but I’m good. I’m ready if it happens again. Ken, we need to find that kid.”

“Don’t you think we should at least call the doc ‘ta see if he has an opinion on what just happened?”

“We don’t have time. We can after, but I have a bad feeling about this. We can call him after, I promise.”

“Alright, so you heard this kid scream, but did you see him? Do we know who we’re lookin’ for?”

“He’s a little boy, maybe three or four, but I didn’t see his face. I got a brief glimpse through his eyes before he got jumbled into everyone else. He’s in the food court, and the kid’s meal he’s eating is from Dairy Queen. There’s a man and a woman with him. The man has some serious tats on his arms. He’s big, and the kid is scared shitless of him. He did something that triggered this. It had to be pretty bad for the boy to react like he did.”

“Okay, we’re goin’ out there and takin’ a look. If they’re still there, we need ‘ta identify ‘em and hold tight a few minutes. We can’t just barge in and tell ‘em you had a vision of their terrified son. If the kid’s in trouble, we’ll need proof ‘ta help him.”

Leaving the bathroom, Brad and Ken headed towards the Dairy Queen counter. A movie had just let out from the upstairs theater, and more people flooded into the food court from the escalators, making the noise level even louder.

In his initial training with the doctor, Ken and the bodies learned to separate noises in their minds. Closing his eyes, Ken focused, and through the chaotic jumble of voices and sounds, he heard a few kids crying. One cry, in particular, was higher pitched, nearly hysterical, and he immediately honed in on the little boy.

He wore an Iron Man t-shirt, shorts, and tennis shoes. His cheeks were bright red and wet from crying, and he was distraught and hiccupping from sobbing so hard; his nose ran, and spittle covered his chin, dripping onto his shirt. A messy kid’s meal sat on the table in front of him, and his little fingers held a soggy, half-eaten, ketchup covered french-fry, but he cried so hard he couldn’t finish it.

The boy’s mother tried calming him down, but the father, a big man, muscular and covered with tattoos, looked furious. Grabbing the little boy, each big fist around a tiny arm, the man jerked the boy into his lap. Ken winced when he saw the man’s knuckles turn white from the strength of his grip, knowing he could easily break the boy’s arms if he wasn’t careful.

Turning to Brad, Ken said, “Hey B, go get mall security pronto.”

Ken’s reaction hit Brad through their Link, and Brad’s voice turned steely.

“You call them Ken. He’s not touching that kid again. In fact, you better call an ambulance.”

Waves of intense anger exuded from Brad through their link, and Ken muttered, “Oh Shit,” under his breath.

“Don’t worry, I’m in control.”

Ken hoped he or Brad knew some of the mall cops on duty, so it would be easier to smooth over what was about to happen. When Brad got close enough, he heard the man screaming at the little boy, even over the din of the crowd.

“Why the fuck can’t you listen to me you little shit!? Do you know how much that food costs!?”

The mother, visibly frightened, was trying to diffuse the situation.

“Doug, you know he didn’t mean it! He’s just a baby! Here, let me take him...”

She reached over to take the boy, but Doug slammed him down onto the chair next to him, away from her. The boy was so hysterical all he could do was cry, but the pitch of his scream increased when his tailbone slammed down into the hard wooden chair, and his little legs kicked as he squirmed from the pain of the impact. His cries were mostly drowned out by the noise level of the mall, and only a few people nearby could see what was happening. Most of them, Brad noted, were trying to ignore the situation.

The mother cringed, and when Doug grabbed her wrist, Brad noticed discoloration from recent bruises on her arms.

Doug was a big man, broad-shouldered with massive arms, but he was redneck fat with a beer gut. He looked mean, but Brad was 6’ 2” and 245 lbs. of solid muscle and a trained Navy SEAL. People around Doug started to stare and point as Brad approached, but Doug was oblivious.

Brad’s anger snapped when he saw bruises on the mother’s arms and the little boy’s pain, and he grabbed Doug’s wrist with an iron grip, squeezing hard enough to break his hold on the mother’s arm.

In a calm voice, but loud enough to be heard, Brad said, “Let her go.”

Furious, Doug jerked his head up, yelling, “Let go of me right now, mother fucker, or I’ll rip your arm off!”

Doug stood so fast he knocked his chair over, and people sitting adjacent backed away, realizing a fight was about to break out.

Maintaining his grip, Brad twisted Doug’s arm behind his back, putting him in a very painful arm lock and shoving his face onto the table, aiming for the ketchup covered napkin. The mother, surprised at the intervention, stared at Brad, wide-eyed.

Brad calmly looked at her and said, “Ma’am, see that man over there in the blue shirt?”

Shaking and too upset to talk, she nodded her head.

“Take your little boy and go over to him. He’ll make sure you and your son are safe, while I have a talk with Doug here.”

Doug, livid, his face purple with rage, struggled to get up.

“You fuckin’ bastard! How the hell do you know my name? I’m gonna’ kill you! Liz, get your ass back over here bitch if you know what’s good for you!”

Liz picked up her son, hugging him tightly, and hurried over to Ken.

“Doug, I’m going to let you go so we can have a little chat. If you’re smart, which I doubt, you’ll pick up your chair and sit your ass down, but I hope you’re a dumb shit just like you look and try to take a swing at me.”

Releasing Doug, Brad quickly moved out of reach, thoroughly prepared and expecting Doug to rush him. Doug breathed hard, his nostrils flaring in anger as he looked around. The stares of people pointing and talking made him feel foolish and angry, and the flow of Doug’s shallow, base emotions were an open book to Brad.

Twenty feet away, Ken spoke with mall security while keeping an eye on the situation, and Doug telegraphed his move a mile away. 

Whispering to himself, Ken said, “Don’t do it, man.”

As Ken’s words left his mouth, Doug lunged, trying to catch Brad off guard, and five seconds later, he lay on the ground semi-conscious. Brad hit him no less than a dozen times, raining blows down on his chest, stomach, and neck, and Doug never had a clue what hit him.

Kneeling beside him, acting like he was checking on Doug, Brad touched his temple.

“Time for a little chat, you sorry piece of shit.”

<><> 

Doug had no idea what happened but suddenly found himself sitting on his couch at home, his hands and feet wrapped in duct tape. An intimidating Brad stood in front of him, with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Alright, Doug, I only have a few minutes, so I’m going to cut right to the chase. Don’t lie to me. In fact, you can’t lie here, and don’t hold anything back, because I can force you to talk if I have to. What is your son’s name?”

“I ain’t tellin’ you shit! What the fuck’s goin’ on? How’d I get here? Untie me, you bastard, or…”

“Or what? You’ll hit me like you do your wife and son? I’m asking one more time. What is your son’s name?”

“Fuck you, you son of a bitch!”

“Alright, Doug, let me explain this in terms your dumb ass can understand. We’re in your mind right now. Your body is unconscious on the floor of the food court at the Mall of Georgia, where I just kicked your redneck ass. While we’re here, think of me like Freddy Kruger. In this place, I’m your worst nightmare, and can pretty much do whatever I want to you. If I kill you here, you’ll die on the floor of the mall.”

Doug seemed oblivious as Brad spoke, ignoring him and trying to break free, and as he watched Doug struggle, Brad’s anger continued to build. The stupid, ignorant man, a wife-beater and child abuser, was too dumb to realize how much trouble he was in. Brad rarely lost his temper, but Doug pushed all his buttons, and he saw red.

“Okay, Doug, you asked for it.”

Brad opened Doug’s mind like peeling an onion. He did it brutally, intentionally, and Doug screamed as layer after layer stripped away. Brad wasn’t proud of his actions, but he was so furious he didn’t care. Sifting through Doug’s unintelligent and disorganized mind, Brad witnessed his life and the experiences that led him to be the man he was. He watched Doug and Liz marry and saw the birth of their son, Drew.

Doug’s internal rage and resentment at what he believed to be an unfair life, and his desire to feel powerful and in control, were clear. Brad watched, horrified, as Doug burned Drew with cigarettes and beat Liz. Once, when Drew was two years old, Doug broke his leg but managed to fool Child and Family Services and lie his way out of going to jail.

Doug screamed as Brad tore through his memories, aware of everything Brad saw, and he was so terrified he shit his pants.  Unfortunately, much to the dismay of the people in the food court, his body followed suit.

Seeing the beatings, the burns, Drew’s broken leg, and Doug’s thoughts and motivations as he performed the acts, Brad went ballistic. His face flushed dark red, his whole body tensed, and veins showed at his temples, neck, and arms.

Grabbing Doug by his throat, Brad screamed, “YOU SON OF A BITCH! HE’S JUST A LITTLE BOY! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?! TELL ME! TELL ME RIGHT NOW WHY I SHOULDN’T RIP YOUR MIND TO SHREDS AND LEAVE YOU A VEGETABLE FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE?!”

The waves of anger coming off Brad were like a physical force in the construct, and Doug sniveled in fear and pain, begging, “Please, man, don’t kill me! I can change! I swear it! I promise! I’ll do whatever you want, but don’t hurt me!”

Sobbing, nearly incoherent with fear, Doug’s face was covered in tears and snot, looking just as terrified as Drew had been only moments before.

Doug was a horrible human being, and Brad’s immersion in his mind and memories, seeing how broken he was inside, wasn’t only painful, it made him sick. He already had a splitting headache from Drew breaking his shield, but he paled even more, wanting to throw up.

Assessing Doug’s life and memories, Brad was aware of every excuse Doug used before. His temper would get out of hand, and he would beat Liz or hurt Drew, and then promise to change. He would for a time until he was drunk or in a bad mood, and then Drew would make too much noise, or Liz would do something wrong. Brad realized Doug would never change his behavior. He could, but never would.

His voice dripping with contempt, Brad said, “You’re a fucking animal, Doug. You know, and I know, you’ll never change. You’re too weak and lazy.”

Leaning down, Brad put his face inches from Doug, who still blubbered like a baby, afraid Brad was going to kill him.

“So, should I get a blowtorch and burn you because you’re crying? Like you burned Drew with your cigarettes when he made too much noise? Like you burned Liz’s hand on the stovetop when she burned your dinner? How does it feel to be helpless and afraid, Doug? To feel like you make your wife and son feel? You’re scared shitless right now, but as soon as you get home, you’ll find a way to make this their fault and take it out on them. You know it’s the truth!”

Brad was having a difficult time keeping his anger in check. Once he dug deep and realized what kind of person Doug was, he was unsure how to proceed. He could erase the bad memories and experiences that made Doug the person he was, but that would change him too much and be too hard to explain, and there was no way to know what kind of man Doug might become; he could turn out worse. Brad could kill him, which would be the easiest choice and probably best for everyone involved, especially Drew, but that wasn’t an option or at least one he could consider at the moment. No, the only thing a man like Doug understands is fear and control.

“Okay, Doug, here is what’s going to happen. You’re going to jail, and will never see Drew or Liz again. EVER. You can communicate with Liz, but you will never go near her again. EVER. Your life’s work will be to make theirs better. As soon as you can, you’ll get a job and send them money. You will put Drew through college if he wants to go. You will pay their rent. I don’t care how miserable your life becomes; you’re going to make it up to them. You will never marry or have more children, and if you ever hit another woman or abuse another child, I will know about it, hunt you down, and flay your fucking brain inside out and leave you a mindless corpse. Do you understand me?”

As Brad spoke, he placed compulsions in Doug’s mind, enforcing his commands. Doug shook so hard from crying all he could do was nod his head ‘yes.'

“I’m glad we had this little chat, Doug. I’m going to knock you out now. Painfully.”

<><> 

There was no outward sign of what happened to Doug, other than he passed out with a grunt and defecated in his pants. Looking up, Brad saw Liz with Drew in her arms, standing next to Ken.

One of the mall cops keeping everyone away from Doug told Brad, “Gwinnett PD is on their way. You need to stay put until they get here for a statement.”

Brad nodded and went over to where Ken stood with Liz and Drew, who was still crying.

Looking at Liz, he asked her, “Are you okay?”

Her voice shaky, she started crying again as she replied, “Thank you, but you have no idea what you just did. He’s going to be so mad when he wakes up.”

“Liz, it’s going to be alright. Doug’s not going to hurt you or Drew ever again. You may not believe it now, but trust me, everything is going to be fine.”

Not wanting her to ask any questions right then, Brad gave her his most disarming smile and asked, “So how’s your little Iron Man doing?”

“He’s settled down some, but I can’t get him to stop crying.”

Hey Ken, could you do me a favor? The Disney Store is right around the corner on this level. When we walked by earlier, they had Iron Man hoodies for kids. Could you run and get one? Size 3 in Little Boys.

Are you gonna tell me what’s goin on? What the hell did you do ‘ta him? I saw you kick his ass, but that doesn’t make a guy shit his pants.

I’ll show you everything later. I was harsh, I won’t deny it, but hopefully, you’ll understand and agree with me once you see it all.

Alright, you know I trust you. One Iron Man hoodie comin’ up!

Ken motioned for one of the mall cops to come over and quietly told him where he was going, out of earshot of Liz and Drew.

“Liz, if you don’t mind, could I hold Drew for a minute? Maybe I can get him to stop crying. I know I’m a stranger, but I’d like to try.”

Looking at Drew, Liz asked him, “Drew, do you mind if this nice man holds you for a minute? You’re such a big boy, you’re getting heavy, and mommy needs a rest.”

Brad didn’t have much experience with kids Drew’s age, and after his abuse and horrible experiences, Brad was afraid of hurting him more.

Drew seemed ambivalent to the exchange and didn’t put up a fuss.  Brad put one arm under his butt and one around his shoulders, and gently rubbed Drew’s back, hoping to calm him down.

“Hi, Drew, my name’s Brad. That sure is a cool shirt you got there. Did your mommy get it for you?”

Resting his head on Brad’s shoulder, Drew put his arms up as far around Brad’s neck as he could, snuggling against him. His nod was barely discernible, but he didn’t say anything.

Closing his eyes, Brad sent soft, soothing thoughts of comfort and safety into Drew’s young mind, and in seconds he stopped crying. He wasn’t sleepy, just content to be held, and for the first time that day, and probably in far longer, he felt safe.

Liz sniffed, wiping her eyes with her sleeve, amazed Drew stopped crying.

“He must really like you. He’s not usually too warm to strangers.”

Brad grinned and said, “I think he knows I’m a friend. Don’t you, buddy?”

While Brad held Drew, the Gwinnett Police showed up and started taking statements. Brad and Ken were in luck, and one of the officers worked with them occasionally as extra security at a local bar. While the police took statements, Ken came back with a Disney Store bag in hand.

Brad said, “Hey, Drew! Look here, buddy, I got something for you. Check this out, little man!”

As soon as Ken pulled the hoodie out of the bag, it caught Drew’s attention. The screen printing made it look like Iron Man armor.

“Wow! You’ll look just like Iron Man wearing this! Do you want to put it on?”

Drew actually smiled, perking up and nodding his head ‘yes.'

Setting Drew on the floor, Brad knelt, so they were at eye level.

“It’s hot out today, so let’s take your shirt off before we put this on, alright?”

Drew raised his arms, and before Liz realized what he was doing, Brad lifted his shirt up and off. Ken went white with anger at the sight of the burn scars and bruises, inhaling deeply in reaction and rubbing a hand over his face. Brad quickly put the hoodie on Drew and picked him back up. Glancing at the cops, Brad knew they saw them too. Crossing her arms and slumping her shoulders, Liz’s distress was painful to see, and her fear that Drew would be taken from her was clear.

She started crying quietly again, but Brad reiterated, “Liz, don’t worry.”

The cop they knew told them, “You know we have to call a caseworker on this.”

Brad said, “I know Frank, but Liz here is a good mom. That Fu…guy over there is responsible. I’ll vouch for her.”

There was a County Government Building close to the mall, and it didn’t take long before someone from Child and Family Services showed up. While they interviewed Liz, Drew was getting fidgety.

“Hey, Drew, I want you to meet my friend, Ken.”

Ken held out his hand, and Drew tentatively took it.

“Pleased ‘ta meet ‘ya, little man.”

Motioning Ken closer, Brad whispered in Drew’s ear, “Can you keep a secret?”

Drew still wasn’t talking but nodded his head yes, his eyes big and solemn.

“Ken is really Iron Man, but we have to keep his secret. He’s here to keep you and your mom safe.”

Ken looked at Brad like he was crazy.

“B? What’re you doin’?”

Drew frowned and said, “uh-uh.”

“Yeah, Drew, he is, and I can prove it. He’s wearing his armor under his clothes, but he doesn’t want anyone to know who he is. Do you believe me?”

Drew shook his head ‘no.'

“Okay, buddy, here’s what I want you to do. Stick your finger out and poke him hard right on his chest, and you’ll feel the armor under his shirt. Here, watch this.”

Brad stuck out his finger and poked Ken hard on his upper chest, shaking his hand and exclaiming, “Ow! That hurt!”

Ken caught on and was ready. Drew had a look on his face like he knew they were lying, but he stuck his little finger out and poked hard. Ken’s muscle and bone density, along with the fascia and connective tissues to support the increase, made him firm to the touch, but when he tensed his chest, it did feel like steel to Drew.

Drew’s eyes went wide, and he looked at Brad, who whispered, “See, I told you! But we have to keep it a secret, okay?”

Drew whispered in Brad’s ear, “Okay.”

The rest of the time Drew couldn’t keep his eyes off Ken.

<><> 

After the police finished and hauled Doug off to jail, Brad pulled Liz aside. Ken held Drew, who kept poking him in the chest and giggling.

“Liz, I know all this is a shock, but I want you to know everything is going to be alright. I can’t explain right now, and I might never be able to, but Doug is out of your life as of today. You’ll hear from him at some point, but he will never see you in person again. When he can, he’ll start sending money. More importantly, I’m concerned about Drew and how he’s going to handle all this. You know he’ll have issues to deal with.”

Her eyes red from crying all afternoon, Liz sniffed and managed to say, “I can’t thank you enough, Mr. Wilson. I don’t understand any of this. I was so scared for Drew and me. I tried leaving Doug before, but it always ended with Drew getting hurt.”

“Well, Doug can’t hurt either of you anymore. When things settle down, I’d like you to get in touch with me. I know a great doctor who can help Drew. There won’t be any charge, so don’t worry about money. I’d hate for Drew to grow into someone like Doug, but after what he’s been through, you know it’s a possibility.”

“I know. I hope he’s young enough to get past this. I’ll call you about that doctor if you answer one question.”

“What’s that?”

“Why did you do this? I mean why did you get involved, and how did you know what was going on?”

“All I can tell you, Liz, is I heard Drew cry. I heard him through all these people and all the noise and knew he needed my help. I know that sounds crazy, but it’s the only answer I have.”

“Well, angels come in all shapes and sizes.”

Giving her his most handsome, charming smile, Brad said, “I think I’m more like a knight in shining armor than an angel. That’s a little manlier image.”

“Thanks again, Brad, for everything.”

Getting on her tiptoes, Liz kissed Brad on his cheek.

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Finally, Brad and Ken were able to leave. Their favorite Asian restaurant was attached to the outside area of the mall, so they called in an order and picked it up on the way to the car.  Both of them were ready to get home, and after the day they had neither one felt like cooking.

Brad remained quiet and pensive on the drive home, and Ken left him alone except for holding his hand. Their link was active, but Ken didn’t pry, he just made Brad aware of his love and support.

Brad was still pale and suffering residual effects of looking so deeply into Doug, but the worst of his headache was gone. The warmth and touch of Ken’s hand helped settle him, but even more so, Ken’s solid presence in his mind.

Arriving home, Brad parked the car in the garage, and Ken activated the security protocols. As always, he relaxed at the sound of the system engaging. Brad remained pensive, and Ken knew something was bothering him but didn’t push or try to ‘peek,’ knowing Brad would share everything with him soon enough.

Being in Ken counteracted the last of Doug’s nastiness, and once his stomach settled, Brad was starving. Ken’s stomach rumbled in agreement while he unpacked the food and Brad set out plates and drinks. While they ate, Ken kept the conversation light and unobtrusive.

After dinner, Lane called to check in and see how they were doing. While Ken talked to him, Brad cleared the table and rinsed the dishes before stacking them in the dishwasher. To prevent any soapy water from getting on his new shirt, he took it off while he was at the sink. 

Pacing around the den, Ken talked with Lane, expertly dodging the seriousness of the day, promising he and Brad would get together with Lane and Bryan in the next few nights before he hung up. When Ken set the phone back on the charger he stopped, staring at Brad, watching the muscles of his back move and stretch under his skin as he rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

Noticing the silence, Brad glanced over his shoulder to see Ken perched on the back of the couch, staring at him, his arms crossed over his chest and his legs spread out. Brad froze in mid-motion as he reached down to close the dishwasher, staring back.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Brad asked, “What?”

His voice low, Ken said, “I can’t tell you how hot I am for you right now, B. Come here.”

Brad moved over, and Ken spread his legs wider.  Once in arms reach, he pulled Brad close, pressing his face against Brad’s bare chest while hugging him. Brad’s arms wrapped around Ken’s head and shoulders, and he lowered his head, resting his cheek against the top of Ken’s head.

“It’s been a long day, B, and not an easy one for you. I want you ‘ta share what happened, but first I wanna take care of you. I wanna de-stress you. I want you ‘ta feel how much I love you; all of you.”

Brad chuckled, kissing Ken on the top of his head.

“Damn, Ken, when did you learn foreplay?”

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Leading Brad back to their bedroom, Ken took Brad’s hand and kissed the back of it. 

Grinning, he said, “Mmmmm, the fresh taste of Dawn dishwashing liquid. Take your shorts off and get on the bed.”

Dropping his shorts, Brad got on his back in the middle of the bed while Ken stripped off his shirt and shorts.  Once naked, Ken crawled on top, straddling Brad’s waist.

Looking down at his partner, Ken took in everything about him, everything he loved.  Placing Brad’s hands above his head, Ken said, “Don’t move. This is about you.”

Ken’s warm hands started working their magic, touching the special places that turned Brad on.  His touch sensual and erotic, he enjoyed seeing Brad relax and his body react.  Lowering himself, he used his body as well as his hands, rubbing them together, careful not to put too much of his weight on Brad yet. 

He said he wanted to de-stress his partner, and he did, drawing out Brad’s pleasure. Ken wasn’t trained in chiropractic massage, but he had been on the receiving end of Brad’s hands for twenty years and had learned a thing or two, putting his knowledge to good use. Both of them were hard the entire time, but Ken maintained control and continued his ministrations, using his mouth, hands, and body to bring Brad as much pleasure as he could.  Through their link, he used his emotions in the same manner, pushing his love and affection into his partner through his touch.

Brad surrendered himself to Ken’s care.  It was a strange dynamic, almost a fetish on Brad’s part, but the fact that Ken’s hands were strong enough to rip metal, but also gentle enough to bring him such pleasure, was a huge turn-on. 

Finally, Ken turned his attention to the defining appendage of Brad’s manhood, taking him into his hands.

“God, B, I love holdin’ you in my hand and feelin’ how hard you are. I can feel your heartbeat. It’s amazin’. You’re amazin’, and you deserve more than I can ever give you.”

Looking at Brad’s masculine form, sweaty, muscular, perfect and desirable in every way, Ken watched him writhe and work towards a mind-blowing orgasm.  The sight affected him deeply, as well as the touch of their minds and knowing he was responsible.

Lost in the sensations, Brad couldn’t talk as he hovered on the precipice of an intense orgasm, and Ken read the signs of his imminent eruption. After an hour, Ken activated their physical bond, wanting them both to go over the edge together.

Brad couldn’t stand not touching Ken any longer, and his hands began to roam, caressing Ken in all the places he liked.  Their emotions, coupled with the shared sensations, culminated quickly and in less than a few minutes, both men, drenched in sweat, their movements frenetic, shared an earth-shattering orgasm.

When they finished, Ken lowered himself, covering Brad and wanting to be held.  He always put so much of himself into their pleasure he loved Brad’s arms around him while he came back to himself.  Brad's hands roaming over his sweaty back soothed him while they caught their breath.

They continued cuddling and enjoying each other for a few minutes when a devilish grin crossed Ken’s handsome face, and he whispered into Brad’s ear, “That was one.”

Raising his head enough to make eye contact, they stared at each other, their eyes roaming over each other’s faces.

After a minute, Ken broke the silence, “You know what, B?”

Brad let out a lazy and very relaxed, “What?”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Huh?”

Smirking, Brad said, “You need to use more syllables. I didn’t quite catch that.”

“Dude, don’t you know what the proper response is when someone says ‘I love you?’”

“Yeah, but you’re a douche.”

Chuckling, Ken asked, “What the fuck does me bein’ a douche have ‘ta do with you not usin’ the proper designated response ‘ta ‘I love you.’”

Brad’s smirk turned into a full-fledged smile, and he replied, “Nothing. I just wanted to piss you off.”

“Are you ever gonna grow up?”

Reaching down, Ken fondled Brad’s semi-hard erection saying, “Speakin’ of growin’… how do you want the next one?”

“Hmm, you know what I want?”

“What?”

“I want you to get off inside me so I can get all charged up, and then I want a repeat of the other night. I want to see every muscle in your body pumped and dripping sweat all over me. I want to see veins popping. I want every ounce of your weight on top of me, and I want you to squeeze me so hard I can’t breathe.”

 “But I want this ‘ta be about you, not me.”

“Ken, the last time you did that, do you remember the word I used to describe it? Think hard because it has more than one syllable.”

“Fuck you, asshole.”

Laughing, Brad said, “Now you’re getting it! The word, Mr. Habersham, was EPIC. When you get that way, it drives me over the edge. Believe me; this is not just about you… I have a selfish interest in wanting it. I want you to know how much I get off on you when you get like that.”

“Alright, Mr. Wilson.”

As Brad made his wishes known, Ken got more and more turned on by the thought of what he wanted.  Their eyes flashed white, and the devilish grin on Ken’s face returned. For the next few hours, Ken became ‘that guy,’ driving them both to unparalleled heights of pleasure. Ken maintained their physical bond while Brad held their minds tight, and every touch, every thought, every bit of pleasure resonated between the two men, until finally, exhausted, they collapsed together in a pile of satisfied, sweaty muscle.

Ken’s orgasm was so intense all he could do was stay on top of Brad while Brad caressed his back and shoulders. Brad's legs, still around Ken’s waist, kept them connected. The weight and touch of Ken’s body sent Brad into his own state of bliss as he comforted his lover.

It was almost twenty minutes before Ken rolled onto his back. Brad rolled with him, resting his head on Ken’s chest and listening to his heartbeat while he continued touching Ken wherever his hands could reach. Ken put one hand behind his head, and his other arm wrapped around Brad, hugging him tight, almost desperately, like he never wanted to let go.

After a few minutes, Brad raised himself on one elbow, and with his other hand, brushed Ken’s sweaty hair off his forehead. Ken sniffed and cleared his throat, and Brad noticed his eyes were bright and teary.

Finally breaking the silence, Ken said, “B, I’ve said it before, but it scares the shit out of me how much I love you… How much you mean ‘ta me, and how much better we are together after everythin’ that’s happened. I can so lose myself in you, and it baffles me how you can feel the same way about me. I don’t deserve you, but I’m so grateful ‘ta be with you.”

“You deserve me, Ken, never doubt that. I’m the one who feels like he got the better end of the deal. We deserve each other, and we both know it. We can’t stay merged all the time, and to be honest, I don’t think we should, but at times like this, it reminds our hearts how much we love each other when our minds start to forget while we’re apart. And just for the record big guy, I’m grateful to be with you, too. I can’t imagine life without your ugly mug in it.”

Ken, completely relaxed and enjoying Brad’s roaming hands, lazily said, “So am I ugly, or am I a douche, 'cause I can’t possibly be both.”

“You’re the most handsome, courageous, studly, ugly douche in the world… and you’re mine.”

“Speakin’ of ugly douches, why don’t you share what happened today? I wanna get the whole picture.”

Brad opened his mind and Ken slipped in, and for the next few minutes, they stayed together, silent and content with no barriers between them. It wasn’t long before Brad shared his memories of earlier in the day, leading Ken through everything. Ken’s anger flared again when he saw how Doug hurt Drew and Liz, terrifying his wife and son.  

When Brad took off Drew’s shirt and Ken saw the burn marks and scars on the boy it upset him, but seeing the memories fresh and reliving them brought his anger back full force. It only took a few seconds to share everything, and when they separated, Ken breathed heavily.

That son of a bitch!

Ken, it scared me how close I came to destroying his mind. I could have so easily, and the world would probably be a better place if I had.

I wouldn’t have blamed you if you did B, but I’m proud of you for not doin’ it. I know the doc didn’t make us this way ‘ta be killers. When we ran missions in the war, it was different; that was a part of bein’ in the military. The doc knew that was temporary, and even though we could kill piece of shit dirtbags like Doug, I don’t think we should.

I’m glad you think that, Ken.

After a slight pause, Ken grinned.

Hey B, if you’re Freddy Kruger, next time can I be Jason X?

Brad couldn’t help but laugh. Ken rolled on his side, pulling Brad close to spoon him. With one arm under his head and the other wrapped around the man he loved most in the world, Ken drifted off to sleep. Brad, in his favorite spot, naked and spooned by Ken, fell asleep to the sound of Ken’s steady heartbeat and warm breath on his neck, holding the arm Ken had draped over him.

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The next few weeks were nice and peaceful. Ken and Brad returned to work, and the whole Team resumed their regular routines. The only rule still in place was none of them ever traveled alone, and preferably with their partner.

With their workout schedules so extreme and the mandate to stay together, the doctor modified the gym at the lab so Brad and the other mentalists, as they now liked to call themselves, had everything necessary to work out alongside Ken and the stronger guys. The new equipment saved them an enormous amount of time, and the guys liked it much better.

The doctor also started regular counseling sessions, individually and with each couple, in regards to their developing abilities. All of the guys successfully tried the physical connection Ken and Brad discovered, and Bryan and Lane even merged completely.

After Brad’s actions in saving Ken, and what Lane was able to do, the other couples started experimenting, and the doctor needed to set guidelines. As far as merging with anyone other than their partner, the doctor left it up to them as individuals, cautioning them to approach it in a mature manner to avoid issues between them.   

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Over time, Brad noticed a change in his and Ken’s attitude towards ‘normals,' as they now called ordinary people. It happened gradually, but when thinking about it consciously, he noted a pattern emerging. He and Ken went out less, and in general, disliked dealing with people other than the doc and the rest of the guys. Except for necessities like grocery shopping and work, they stopped going to movies or out drinking. Brad mentioned his concern to Ken, and they decided to bring it up to the doctor.

Their next session happened to be later that afternoon close to dinner time, so they picked up food for the doctor and themselves on the way to the lab. No one else was there, so the three of them ate in the kitchen area, starting their session. It still baffled Ken and Brad how the doctor stayed looking as good as he did when he ate such greasy, fried food.

Once seated and eating, the doctor, perceptive as always, said, “I believe you have something you wish to discuss this evening.”

Brad said, “Yeah, doc, Ken and I talked about this, and we’ve noticed a change over the last few months. It’s been so gradual we didn’t notice it at first, but it could become a serious problem if we don’t nip it in the bud.”

“And what is this problem?”

“Well, sir…. from the first time Ken and I merged, our lives together have been better than ever. Neither of us ever thought we could be closer than we were before all this started, but when we’re truly together, without the nastiness and brokenness… Well, we wonder how we ever made it. Looking back, it’s amazing how blind we were, all the while thinking we were blissfully happy. Now, we can hardly imagine not being together like we are, which leads me to our current conundrum.

“Neither of us wants to be around normals much anymore, and it’s getting worse. Ken picks up, for lack of a better word, an echo from me of what’s going on around us. When we’re apart, it’s not so bad for him, but when we’re touching or holding hands, it can get extreme. All the things we shed in our relationship are distasteful, even painful to be around, and it’s gotten to the point where we don’t want to be around anyone else. It’s not a problem with you and the guys, but we can’t live like hermits.

“We still haven’t taken the full plunge with anyone else yet, although we’d like to with Bryan and Lane since they’ve already taken that step together. Mental communication isn’t the same as merging, but you still can’t lie, and it’s already brought our friendships with all the guys to a much deeper level. I’ll be glad when we’re at that point with everyone. We’re confident it won’t be a problem long term, even if there are some bumps along the way.

“I want to be clear we aren’t approaching this problem with any sense of ego or superiority over normals, it’s just getting harder and harder to be around them and seeing how the world works; how fragile things really are between people, and how the world essentially runs on deception.”

So far, Brad had done all the talking, and the doctor glanced at Ken with a questioning look on his face.

With a grin, Ken replied, “What he said, doc. We talked all this over in our heads...”

He paused and chuckled, shaking his head before continuing, “I’m still gettin’ used ‘ta hours of conversation only takin’ a few seconds.  ‘Ta me, it all boils down ‘ta this.  I think we have a purpose in this world that still isn’t clear, and we’re concerned we won’t be able ‘ta accomplish whatever that purpose ends up bein’ if we can’t be out in the world.”

Leaning back in his chair, the doctor wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin while pondering their comments.

“As always, your perceptiveness exceeds my expectations. I intended to bring this matter up, but I am glad you recognize the severity on your own. I have always known your development would reach this level, but honestly, it was not planned for many years yet. It does present a problem for you.”

An unexpected thought popped into the back of Ken’s mind, and he asked, “Doc, how did you learn ‘ta deal with it?”

Brad almost spit out his drink at Ken’s question.

Not batting an eye, the doctor asked, “Whatever do you mean?”

Grinning, Ken retorted, “Oh come on, doc, I think you know exactly what I mean, but I’m guessin’ you aren’t ‘permitted’ ‘ta talk about it, so let me throw a few ideas out for you. We’ve often wondered how you know so much about, like, everythin.’ There isn’t a field of science, medicine, or philosophy you aren’t top man on the planet in. I don’t think you’re like us,” Ken pointed to Brad and himself, “but you are somethin’ different, and I don’t think I’d be surprised at anythin’ you might be able ‘ta do. If you’re supposed ‘ta be our guide, you gotta have some experience with all this stuff.

“I’m not gonna push you on this, doc. I think that would be a bad idea for everybody, and I don’t wanna cause you any grief or complications. We love you like a father, and I want you ‘ta know I feel we need you more than ever, but we need ‘ta know how ‘ta cope with ‘all this,’ and I think you figured out how ‘ta do that a long, long time ago.”

As Ken spoke, the doctor’s eyes unexpectedly watered, and a single tear dripped down his cheek.  His posture changed, and lowering his head he dabbed the corner of his eye with his napkin.

Shocked, Ken jumped out of his chair, kneeling beside the doctor and taking his hand. Brad mirrored Ken’s reaction, and he followed, distressed at the doctor’s response.

“Sir, I’m sorry. Forget what I said. It’s not important.”

The doctor sat quietly a moment, gripping Ken’s hand while he regained his composure.

His voice almost a whisper, he replied, “On the contrary, Kenneth, it is more important than you can imagine. There is so much I wish to tell you that I cannot. Not yet, anyway. It breaks my heart to keep anything from you, but I have no choice. I love you like my own sons, and I am so proud of you.”

Brad said, “Sir, I’m sorry too. We didn’t mean to upset you or cause you any pain.”

“Nonsense Bradford, neither you nor Kenneth causes me pain or any of your brothers.”

Glancing at Brad, Ken continued, “With all due respect, sir, I think I’m startin’ ‘ta understand. I know you aren’t like us, but you modeled us after you, at least in a way. You have, or had a partner, and us talkin’ about this reminds you of him. I know you have things you can’t show us, but would you find it a comfort ‘ta communicate with us in that way?”

More tears leaked from the doctor’s eyes, and he was unable to speak. Nodding, he squeezed Ken’s hand again and put his other hand on Brad’s shoulder. Brad felt the opening and gently took Ken and himself into the doctor’s mind.

I am not sure this is a good idea, Bradford, and I would never have presumed to ask. In truth, I am not allowed to, but since you offered, I admit to a moment of weakness. Thank you, both of you, for this. It will make things easier in so many ways.

Brad and Ken were overwhelmed by the doctor’s mind. His intellect astounded them, along with a sense of light, strength of character, and deep sadness.

You are correct, Kenneth; I do have a partner. He is still alive, but we have been apart for many years, paying the price for a transgression made years ago. We hope to be together again one day, but meanwhile, I am here with you, to guide and prepare you, and love you.

When the doctor spoke of his partner, his sorrow was evident. The loneliness he must feel every day! It humbled them, knowing that for all the years he’d been with them, the doctor had someone he cared about more than life itself and not been allowed to be with him.

Doc, how can you stand it?

At first, it was unbearable, but over time the pain lessens.  I have my memories of our time together, and there is proof, recently, he is alive and well, which gives me hope.  Do not think for one second being with you two, or any of your brothers, brings me pain. You and the others make my life bearable! Never think otherwise, my boys.

Ken: So, doc, what does make it bearable; your situation and ours? How do you cope with the world? How did you cope with us before all of this? I can’t imagine how difficult we must have been to deal with, especially this Bradford yahoo.

The doctor barely smirked, but his humor at Ken’s comment ran through the link.

The answer, Kenneth, is extremely simple, yet deeply profound, and very difficult to follow. The answer, my boy, is love; unconditional love. It sounds simple, perhaps even foolish, but you must remember you were once as they are and realize what they can be. We must never think of ourselves above them, or judge them.

Doc, what about Doug and what he did to Drew? How can I love someone like that?

I never said it would be easy, but you saw in Douglas’s memories the events that led him to that point. Douglas Hasting’s does not have to be that man and could still choose a different path. Sometimes life takes people to a point where they can no longer change, but it is rare. Think of the first time you merged, and how painful it was, even as it was joyous. With your minds laid bare, you had to forgive one another for transgressions neither of you realized you committed against the other, not understanding how much you hurt each other even when you felt totally and utterly in love. Always remember that is how mankind exists. One day, perhaps, the world will be for everyone as it is for us. I cannot tell you more yet, other than it will be our job to make sure they have that chance. 

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Driving home in silence, Ken held Brad’s hand, playing with his fingers or rubbing his thumb across the back.

Once home, after Ken activated the security protocols in the kitchen, he sighed and let out a heavy, “Aye, Kurumba!”

Brad chuckled, saying, “You can say that again. I’d say we have our emotional work cut out for us. What the doc described is definitely easier said than done.”

From the den, Ken looked over at Brad in the kitchen.

“Hey B, come here a sec.”

As soon as Brad came within arm’s reach, Ken pulled him into a firm, full-body hug, kissing his neck before resting his chin on Brad’s shoulder. Brad instinctively reached around Ken, resting his chin in the same spot. Sighing in contentment, they both smiled, and Brad squeezed tighter, rubbing one hand up and down Ken’s back.

They stayed silent, enjoying the physical connection and the emotions it invoked. After a few minutes, Ken pulled back far enough to untuck Brad’s t-shirt and lift it off. Brad returned the favor, and they resumed their hug, eyes closed, relishing the closeness and comfort of their bare flesh and minds touching.

They remained that way, gently swaying like they were slow dancing, for nearly half an hour. Both of them were hard, but neither of them wanted the feeling to end. Eventually, Brad broke the embrace and took Ken by his hand, leading him down the hallway to their bedroom. Neither one said a word while they each finished undressing the other, and once naked, they got on the bed facing one another.

Leaning forward, Ken started a kiss, but instead of the frenzied love-making that usually took place, they slowly stoked the fires in their loins, building up the heat. They weren’t merged, but their awareness of one another was in full effect. Ken hadn’t started their physical bond yet, not wanting to push things along too quickly, and they both thought at the same time:

Ken, make love to me.

B, I want ‘ta make love ‘ta you.

As usual, they smiled, laughing from having the same thought at the same time. Their eyes flashed white as their minds became one, with no barriers, no secrets between them, only total honesty with no judgement. Their breath caught and their eyes watered from the exquisite, blissful sting of the intense emotional intimacy, knowing that even with their faults, they accepted one another unconditionally. The doctor told them their ultimate mission involved loving people that way, and they started the journey down that path with themselves.

Their love and respect for one another, their shared pride and joy, fueled the touches and kisses between them. It would have been easy to lose themselves in the depths of one another, but they managed to stay on the precipice, each wanting to bring the utmost pleasure to the other in an act of pure physical love.

In all the time they had been together, neither had ever felt the intensity of emotion in that moment. Their physical lovemaking was always great, but with the connection between their minds and bodies so deep, the pleasure was almost unbearable. Foreheads pressed together, their arms around one another, they kissed the entire time, only stopping to breathe, and after an hour, their bodies were slick with sweat.

Muttering the first words in over two hours, Ken, shaking and trembling, whispered in Brad’s ear, “Oh God, B, I can’t hold off.”

Brad didn’t say anything but squeezed them more tightly together.  With their nervous systems linked, the shared orgasm took over.  Brad’s body strengthened as Ken’s DNA entered him, and when he knew it was safe, Ken hugged Brad as tightly as he could with his arms and legs. It was the most intense, longest-lasting, emotional and physical release either man ever experienced, and other than moans and heavy breathing, they were unable to talk.

It was nearly half an hour before they shifted, with Ken rolling to his side and pulling Brad against him, holding him. Intertwining his fingers with Ken’s hand against his chest, Brad put his other arm under the pillow to support his head. Ken was still semi-hard, pressed against the small of Brad’s back, and continued kissing his shoulders and neck.

It didn’t take long before they fell asleep, their minds one, never more content or at peace with themselves and each other.