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Exhaustion drained his physique as Steven ride the last bus and it is fortunately for him to even sat here considering the night is late. Only him reside in the bus including the angry driver who is totally cursing at his job right now to carry one passenger. His phone rang and he instantly scooped up to see the name tag on the screen." Hi dad!", he fake his tired voice after clicking onto the button." Hey Steven, have Marc contacted you?", Khonshu speak from the other line and his gruff vocal is lacking in emotions Knowing his father is good at pretending, Steven knew something was up." No. What happen to Marc, dad?".

" I don't know, boy, and all I aware is that I can't get through him. Here I thought he would call you first since you two have been in good term since little".

A foreign voice speak from the background and Khonshu move aside from the line in order to respond back. There seem to be an argument echoing from the background and the English man can hear Khonshu swearing to the poor subordinate who got into his wrath." Steven, keep an eye out on any sign regarding Marc's whereabout and make sure to tell me. Okay?", Khonshu sounded impatient after the outburst with a certain person." I will, dad", Steven nodded and try not to sound concern after receiving such news." I gotta go, goodnight goldfish".

" Goodnight to you too, dad. Later gators".

The line went dead soon enough and Steven found tiredness consume his whole again, instead this time anxiety mix with it." Marc, what the hell are you doing?". Since the siblings had separated a long time ago, Marc including Jake never try reaching out for him and only Steven cares about the bond they share." Hey sir! You have arrive in your destination!", the driver yell rudely to catch the stunned Steven's attention. He meekly apologize to the bus driver and got off. The man grumbled a curse under his breath as he slam the door into his face and drive away. The gift shopper press a certain phone number and waited for the other side to answer. So far, the tune continue to ring with no luck receiving the caller. Going up the stairs to his apartment number and dragged his tired legs to work. When he is at the front of his doorsteps, Steven adjusted his bag on his left elbow and phone propped onto his shoulder while inserting the key with difficulty. It took him a few try to get a good twist and hear a satisfying click sound. His right arm swing the door open, however was greeted with a familiar phone ringing sound from his apartment.

Steven instinctively flick the light on to see a figure sitting on his couch with his head hanging low." Waah!", it freaks him out to find an intruder and he nearly stumbled at the sight. When the unknown stranger turn to find source of the scream, an awfully familiar features yet the exact copy face locked on each other." Marc?", when Steven observed closely, he could tell the man have been mourning and is in so much pain. The bag dropped onto the floor and phone place back into his pocket, simultaneously Steven sauntered toward the grieve man's side." Hey brother", Steven placed his gentle hand on Marc's strong back and feel the muscle beneath his palm. Gulping down a mouthful of saliva, Steven ajar to his lips to ask." What happen, Marc?".

It had been 10 yrs since he last saw the oldest brother, no contact whatsoever, only minimum texts and everything about him had change simultaneously remain a little same. Set of two brawny arms snake around Steven's waist, pulling him closer until the face is stuff onto his chest. Marc did not uttered a single word, only cling onto the middle child like a koala. Steven did not forced him to reply or say anything, and return the affection by wrapping his shorter arms around the twin. Right hand rubbed circle on the wing with his chin pop onto the curls, smelling the sweaty hair including gun powder?

Steven have many questions regarding his unforeseen appearance. After so many years, why now? What have he been doing out there? What is his job? Is he eating alright? Is he not doing any illegal stuff? Where have you been? Again, Steven brushed away these questions and focus on comforting the poor man." Sshhh, it's alright Marc. Tell me, what happen?", Marc sobbed between his cleavage and will probably leave stain on his work clothes." Me and Layla had break-off. . ."." Who is Layla?". Probably his girlfriend or wife, and Steven is appalled, wanted to ask more yet keep it low for the moment." It is okay, Marc. . . Cry all you want. I am here for you".

Even his crying is quiet, unlike Steven who wailed loudly to the point his vocal cord will strain. The tensed muscles die down additionally his breathing have become steady. The warmth shared between one another remind Steven how close they used to be and find it nostalgic. Marc inhaled a thick scent belonging to the second youngest, getting drunk in the coffee mix with cheap men cologne.

Steven have always been a good comforter and Marc tend to get addicted with his careful hand rubbing his curls while burying his face between the cleavage. A human contact is what he needed the most right now, however he also want to be selfish for once and cross the boundary a brother should never do." Steven, may I make a request?", his broken voice come out hoarse and Steven hummed in respond. Knowing the oldest brother needed consolation due to his severed relationship with Layla, Steven would do anything for him.

" Let me hold you".

Steven chuckled at the oblivious request and misunderstood his words as a friendly hug, nevertheless still give him permission for whatever he was about to do to him. Suddenly, Marc deattached his face from his chest and ascended until he is looking straight into the man's innocent brown eyes. Steven sucked in a breath as he realise how tall Marc have become, estimated he should be 1 inches taller than him at least if they ever stand up to give an accurate measurement. Then those stern pupils gazed downward where it land on the untainted lips that is tempting him to steal a kiss, to which Marc follow his gut. The shorter man's eyes widen at the rough rim came in contact with his and was about to push the eldest brother away. However, the grip around his waist tightened solidly and prevent any sign of escape. Steven Grant can't believe it, his first kiss is with his blood-related brother and not a lover he save for the future. But his own brother which he held platonic relationship with.

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Steven jerk away from the hold and manage to break free from the constraint. A rejected look drawn onto Marc's facade at the separation and Steven awkwardly look away from his gaze, placing his hand on his damped lip." W-we shouldn't be doing this", he stuttered anxiously." You're right", the youngest wouldn't believe that Marc agreed so easily." I thought you understand me, Steven. Layla left me and now you too. I have no one left and nobody to love me anymore", his handsome face darken and this erupted guilt within Steven's chest. Marc is here asking for comfort because he trusted Steven to be there when he need him the most and he cannot believe he is pushing him away like this. His own brother who loved him dearly since they are young.

Taken up the courage, Steven decreased the gap left between them, until their knees scrape together." I-if this what make you h-happy. . . then I allowed it", he shyly said and unsure whether this decision is right or wrong. Soon the older man revealed a genuine smile at his cooperation and Steven's chest soften at his mood change." Come here, Steven", pair of his ripped arm spread apart for invitation and Steven reluctantly crawl forward. Both his knees settle between Marc's legs and rest his smaller hands on the broad shoulder. When Marc embraced the curvy waist, he drag Steven downward up till he situate his bum on his lap." M-marc?! I'm heavy!", Steven shrieked as he attempt to struggle free." Where did he get this much strength?", Steven wonder at the tight grip keeping him in position." You are not, Steven", Marc honestly said as he loved the sight of his brother sitting on his lap and it look so perfect.

The rough thumb catch his chin, dragging his pure eyes to lock into his. Slowly, he lean in with his hawk-like gaze study Steven's flustered ones. When the soft lips press onto his, Steven instantly shut his eyelids and try to imagine something to forget about this situation. A tongue swipe across his rim, demanding for an entrance and Steven timidly granted permission. However, he was not expecting how rapid the muscles plunge into his mouth and a hand on his nape to prevent Steven from backing away. Similar to a carnivorous finally got their first taste of meat and is craving for more. With lack of knowledge regarding such intimate kiss, Steven's tongue retreated backward from the invading object. The flavour of metallic course into his taste gland and Steven is concerned. Marc moaned at the sweetness belonging to the youngest and tongue hungrily lap every part of his wet cavern and chase after his addiction." Aaann~", Steven cannot help but moan when their tongue somehow connected and how possessive the partner latch onto him without letting go.

The mercenary touches the curve sensually, feeling the tender meat beneath the clothes. Knowing Steven is a noob when it comes to kissing, Marc aware he needed oxygen and decide to detach. Saliva messily drool down from the now assaulted kitty tongue and coated it swollen lips. The face Steven made right now is alluring and hot as fuck. Of course Marc want to savour the moment of catching his lewd facade into his memory, even so, his desire haven't been fulfill. Without further ado, Marc latch himself onto the exposed neck and give it a good bite. The collar is tugged down for more exposure and extra space to suck." Aaahh Marc~". The sound vibrated from his dear little brother is so melodic and encouraging his sexual passion in him. Marc groaned at his call and grind his pelvis upward to meet the buttcheeks due to reflex. A gasped escape Steven's throat at something big poking his bottom.

Those keen canines dip pass the thin skin, drawing red onto the blank page and the howl from the man above did not wavered his decision from hurting him in order to mark what supposed to be his from the beginning. His mouth perform a sucking motion to deepen the wound and lick away the excessive blood. Just like he had imagine, his Steven taste so appetising and he couldn't get enough. Tongue lap the nicely brand hickey before separating from the crook of his neck and admire his work of art. His fingers hooked the hem of the sweater and proceed to yank it off." Wait--", the younger male's voice got cut off when his vision went dark in a flash and the only protection are gone, leaving him bare. Goosebumps crawled all over his skin at the cold air sweep and he automatically bring his limbs to cover himself. Unfortunately Marc had the upper hand by utilising his power to pry the arms away." Don't cover it, Stevie. You looked so beautiful~", Marc purred to which Steven find it embarrassing." My name is Steven with a v, Marc", he corrected and this earn a chuckle from the oldest." Yes, yes, Steven with a v". Certainly the said person feel offended by his tease and squirm uncomfortably on his lap. The mercenary moaned at the friction and Steven thought it is his weight that make him sore, oblivious to him that it is not the case.

" S-sorry", he meekly apologies and hissed at the painful grasp on his hip." Are you doing this on purpose, Steven?", Marc growled as the youngest is too dense to understand. In a flash, Steven's world goes blurred and then realise the fact that he got pin onto the couch. His bare back scrape across the leather couch and a firm clutch secured his wrists above his head. What else, the closeness they shared between them where breathing fan each other's cheek. Marc's strong front nail the smaller man in place, completely sealing his freedom. Afterward, Marc trailed his hand downward, feeling every inch of his fat and skillfully unhooked the belt. His grim leer still locking into the guiltless ones and is like pulling him out from hiding." Marc!", Steven sucked in a breath as the oldest briskly whisk the last defence off. The pants descended to his knees and Marc trace his rough fingers over the pubic hair then caress the soft genital that is not hard.

" M-marc, this is going too far!", he face heated into a blush and too fragile to go against the inhuman strength. No, this is too humiliating for him to accept. Not like this. How could a brother do something so intimate with a brother? This kind of intimacy are for lovers, not for siblings." Please Steven, I want to forget Layla and it is only you who can make me happy", it is Steven first initial hearing Marc pleaded. The premiere of seeing him so hopeless and lost in despair, only yearning for something in return. When the eldest sibling put it like that and even given him the look, Steven is incapable of rejecting him." A-alright". God, Steven is too oblivious to the truth he is falling into Marc's trap.

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When the consent is given, Marc did not hesitate to undressed the fabric on the lower region and then throw it onto the floor. Pair of thick thighs press together in shyness, yet Marc pry them apart effortlessly as he situate himself in between so as to prevent Steven from shutting it again. His fingers trail over the adductors, liking the tender meat feel beneath his rough hands until it stop on his small genital. Gently as he grasp the limp manhood into his right and proceed to give a few tug." Ah M-marc don't~", the high-pitched yelp is adorable to listen and this only encourage the eldest to continue." Steven, are you a virgin?", Marc asked a rhetorical question and is obvious having ulterior motives. The youngest below nodded embarrassingly and clutch the sweater on his heart area, a habit of hiding himself when he cannot face the shame is adorable in Marc's perspective.

The limped length began to rose within his grasp and in his opinion, it is not as big as his one. His thumb gracefully rub the slit, drawing bead of cum to drool and earn another delicious sound from the man beneath. Marc always knew the middle child is sensitive and he glad it never change. The hold is free from his shaft and then move his enormous hand to undressed himself. Those pure pupils concentrated on Marc in bewilderment and automatically glance away from the nude. Bit by bit, every single layer are thrown onto the ground and lastly, unhooked the boxer to free the suffocating restraint." Look at me, Steven", Marc sweetly command and successfully received the obedient he want. Those pearls gleaming in tears darted on him and how those pink lips agape at the sight of his twin's well-structure muscles. Strapping biceps that take years to gain, solid abs and chest line perfectly, tone v-line shape on it pelvis, fascinating scars presented on it sweaty fibre and lastly the inhuman size genital standing proudly. Unlike Steven who have a rather soft muscles that is full of fat and grease, and smaller bones compare to the oldest. 

The top male bend down in order to capture those tempting lips into his and savour the partner's saliva. His pair is strong claws grope those fatty chest sensually and enjoy the tenderness in his grip. Fingers flick the hard nipples simultaneously circle around it. His large penis smear against his brother smaller ones and the friction collide in heat, sending pleasure to the duo. Leaving the short kiss, Marc instantly latch himself onto the right nipple and lip wrap eagerly around it." Aaaah~", Steven expressed a lewd groan with his hand entangled the curls between his fingers, trying to tug it away from his chest. The scorching tongue apply saliva over the chest as well as suck it furiously until it is puffy red. His free hand massage the left until a rose handprint stuck on the tanned skin. At the same time, he rut his pelvis against Steven trying to earn some resistance.

When Marc stop playing with his swollen bosom, he lower his focus on where two stick stand. A yelp escaped from the smaller man's throat when his right thigh got hoist upward onto his shoulder. An index apply on the entrance and threatening to impel through." M-marc?!", squeaking at the sting that shove abruptly." Ssshh, relax for me, Steven", Marc reassured in a tender tune. It dragged slowly in, then out repeatedly and Marc have the patient to prepare his youngest brother." You are doing so good, Steven. So behave for big brother~", Marc complimented sweetly and is utilising the sibling card." I-it dirty haaa!", Steven flustered simultaneously feeling unsettling at what they are currently doing." No, you are not, Steven, my love~", Marc awarded an affectionate peck on his moisten cheeks, then apply some on his neck in order to distract the discomfort.

" Why is he calling me,'love'? Isn't that what lovers said to each other?", Steven thought, however was disrupted when the wall spread further by another intrusion." Aaahh Marc, it hurt!", he whimpers turn into a full-on cry. It is pathetic for a grown man to weep, nevertheless Steven have been a crybaby since birth." I know, Steven. But you'll be feeling good afterward, hm. Trust me", extra endearment kisses covered Steven's neck, collarbones and more. Steven can only be obedient including submitted himself for the older man's control and let him do the rest. However, he feels his skin wanted to tear itself off and get clean the greater extent being touches by hands that used to pat his shoulder playfully, hanging off his shoulder as he listened to Marc's rant, tugging his hand to imagine themselves exploring adventures. Yet now those limps are enormous enough to crush his bones and is sexually digging into where it shouldn't suppose to be touched.

" Aaaahh~", a scream accompanied by wail erupted from his throat at the third party pushing itself in. The three fingers wide apart and is extending the tissues till it loosen." I-i can't. M-marc, please it a-ache!". Once again, Marc ignored his pleads and only return with sweet words, encouragement and assurance for him to listen. But this is not what Steven wanted." It be over soon, love. Please bear with me. I don't want you to get hurt when I put it in you", Marc whispered at the same time caressing the damped eyes, wiping the excreted liquid away. Steven is confused by what his sentence mean and can only hope this would be over soon. Coincidentally, the tip of Marc's thick finger came across the prostrate of whom Steven jolted at the affliction. A vile smirk drawn across Marc's features as he fasten his pace in fingering the tight anus and keep the location of the prostrate in mind." Marc, s-stop haaa!".

" That's your prostrate, Steven. Right now, you are feeling good so accept it", was what Marc said as he observed the sobbing state contorted into slight pleasure." So innocent, my Steven. You didn't know about your sweet spot. Maybe I should teach you", that didn't sound like a bad idea to Marc and the fact that he is the first one to ever touch his little brother like this is a win. Feeling how the wall relaxed around his fingers and is possible loose enough for him, Marc haul his digits out and extracted translucent, inner substances from the hole. Steven hazy optics is undertaking to focus on the man above, though he had too much mentally damage even himself wasn't aware what this had done to him.

" Steven, take a deep breath and relax", Steven obey to his demand and calm every fibre in his muscles. The abrupt extension from his below caught his concentration to look down. To his horror, he saw Marc's penis is slowly entering his anus and he haven't anticipated they will go this far. By now, Steven probably guess his brother's intention and it is too late to break the promise." Marc, I-I'm scared", Steven panicked and is shrinking himself into the couch, making him appear to be smaller." Steven, look at me", hesitantly, Steven ascend his gaze and stare into the pair of hazel ones similar to his. Grabbing the chubby cheeks into his right hand as Marc adjusted the curvy hip with his left and then the eldest lean in for a kiss." You are alright, Steven. Relax. Leave this to me. I am here with you so don't be afraid. I loved you so much, Steven", Marc automatically spilled out like a poem with his pelvis lean flush in adjacent to the meaty ass and buried his shaft into the heat.

The middle child doesn't understand what this all mean. Why his biological brother saying this? What is he trying to express? 

The steady thrust from his hip make Steven arch his back and attempt to get away from the revolting and painful throb from his anal. Unfortunately, he didn't get far when Marc pull him close by his waist. Fondly kiss as well as lick away the tears to divert his attention from the soreness. The stretching process required time for it to fully adapted to his 8 and a half inch length. Patiently controlling his inner beast is difficult for Marc considering the warmth is hugging him compactly, concomitantly the hole is sucking him perfectly." Held onto me, ba─Steven", the mercenary cut himself off from saying the nickname and tell himself it is not the time yet. Gosh, he really love how docile Steven is and so easy to yield himself for the dominant one. Marc really should give him an award.

" Can I move faster, Steven?", his huskily vocal bring vibration to Steven's heart. Reluctantly, Steven granted him consent by bobbing his curls." I want to hear you say it, Steven. For me", the set of guiltless orbs is illuminating due to tears and it is similar to a sight of a puppy." So fucking cute". The swollen rim ajar into a circle and soon angelic melody speak out," You can. . .". It is like a button have been switched on and Marc doesn't require to told twice until he shifted the tempo. Steven's howl is loud and clear when Marc purposely pound roughly. His wall is scorching like a volcano with the fast movement impelling past his rectum and the tip of the penis is hitting his bladder, maybe further which nobody can ever reach. The throbbing including hint of rapture is piling up, and Steven is making an urge to reject the foreign intrusion. However with a death grip on his hip that is constraining his moves, Steven can only allowed his brother's large dick to penetrate his virgin hole.

" Fuck Steven, you feel amazing~!", Marc praised and uncontrollably ram into the depth at a monstrous speed. The slap of skin hitting against each other ring into their ears and it sounded indecent. Steven claws the bare back as the sting is getting unbearable and nails dig deeper to form kitty scratches drawn onto the muscular wings. Marc grunted at the ache and not that he is complaining, but find it arousing to feel his brother's mark. Their naked chest collide and both sweat blend into their drenched skin. Hot breath share into each other's lungs and the smell of sex is overflowing in the air. Body corrupting into lust and mind is falling into the wrong side. The rush manage to brush in contact with the prostrate, earning a reaction from Steven's sensitive system." Aaahh haaa~!", the lewd noises become louder when Marc switches his direction aiming at the sweet spot.

The merciless plunge is breaking Steven apart and his exhausted physique is tingling in both sensual gratification, and shame. Thinking it is a taboo to feel great. The more Marc thrust to relief the stiff wall, the softer Steven's fibrous alternate to fit his size. It is like his air got punch out from his lungs whenever Marc break in and some got caught up in his choke." You are so good to me, love. You are making me feel so good~", Marc mumbled lovingly and devote kisses all over his jaws. A visible bump arise on Steven's stomach when Marc descend his glance. Doing a little experiment, Marc extracted his furious cock out and at the same time, the belly turn flat. Then he prod his dick inward, a round shape rises up the abdomen." You are so perfect, Steven. You are taking me in so well", Marc continued to spew compliments and ram harder into the welcoming hole that is sucking him in.

" S-slower please, aaah, Marc!", his own moan disrupted his speech with saliva spilling from his gland. Their body jolt in sync whenever Marc thrust and the youngest failed to keep up with the pace. With his average size penis squeeze between the hard abs and his soft belly, the firm pressure of the surface is rubbing back and forth repeatedly. Steven wish not to admit it, but the abrasion is satisfying. Marc gravelly huff is matching with his high-pitched scream. Even a single moment is respire is refused, causing Steven's brain to dizzy and colourful dots barge into his vision. His abused prostrate is sore yet still reactive to each thrust Marc send him. His stomach is feeling full from the stuffing and legs need Marc's aid to hoist them up.

Suddenly, the twitch from Marc's genital is indicating his closeness to climax." I'm coming, Steven", Marc groaned frustratingly and his locomotion turn sloppy. The wall clenched at the same time Steven feels like his bladder is going to explode. Like an innocent chick he is, he unaware what this sensation is." M-marc, I feels w-weird!", Steven looked helplessly at the oldest who tenderly stare back." Sshhh shh, it's okay Steven. Let it all out~", Marc encouraged as he give a few stroke on his neglected cock. The smaller man throw his head backward at the hand job awarded from the eldest. A silent cuss slip out from Marc's gritted teeth whilst he pound one last time into the cavernous anus, extracting out his semen. The load filled the inside and the warm sensation dwell in Steven's stomach. The youngest released into the large palm and sigh heavenly when the pressure disappear.

Marc withdraw his limp length out from the abused hole and some milk also leak from the entrance, making a mess on the couch. As Marc glance at his beloved brother, he had already fallen into unconsciousness. Grinning to himself, Marc indulge himself into the warmth belonging to the other and bask in his natural scent. 

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Despite the soft velvet covering his whole, Steven still escape from his slumber despite the need to sleep for normal people, and it is a habit of his to not receive good amount of sleep. The arch on his lower region spread throughout his veins and a moan accidentally slip pass his swollen lip that have a red mark on them. Lifting the cover to find out he is nude beneath and his cheek blossom into colourful pink at the amount of hickeys spread all over his skin. The memory from last night flood into his mind and his body instinctively shrink itself, drowning himself in shame plus revulsion and embarrassment. His distressed brother yearning for comfort and come to him, and in the end, they did something unthinkable. Shaking his head in order to push the thoughts into the deepest mind." Stop it Steven, I only do it to help my brother and it is only an one time thing. It would never happen again". A pitiful and naive man he sure is.

His whole body stumble face first onto the carpet when he bring himself up from the bed, by reason of his legs give out on him. Trying his best to stabilise himself or attempt to grab any necessary clothing for morning routine. However, he realise how incompetent he is in this state. Not just his arse is sore, but including his entire body and it is like his muscles is screaming in pain, telling him to go back to rest. Being a stubborn man he is, Steven wrap himself into a burrito with a white sheet and limp his way out from his bedroom. His right hand press against the wall in order to support himself and the free hand held the sheet together so it wouldn't fall. An oil aroma rose into his nostrils, indicating somebody is using his kitchen. Once he arrive in the open space where a tall physique with muscular back facing him, currently sizzling something on the stove.

" Why are you standing idly for? Come sit down", the deep voice cause Steven to flinch and he never expect the eldest could sense him. Of course since Marc work as a mercenary and his senses are on high alert. Steven meekly tap his bare foot across the table and carefully occupy one of the empty seat. A gasp breathe through his gritted teeth once his sore bottom come in contact with the wooden chair. Hearing the discomfort coming from his little brother, Marc immediately twist around to check on him. Oh boy, the sight of Steven wrapped in nothing but a thin blanket with his set of naked legs reveal, additionally the collarbones painted in his purple marks, and his left shoulder left open. Such exposure show vulnerability and Marc is getting arouse the more he study his messy appearance. Gliding his wet tongue across his dried lip in anticipation and Steven is oblivious with the ogling.

" Good morning, Steven", Marc steal his attention away from the second child and try to contain himself. Caught off guard by his greet, Steven stumble to respond back." G-good morning. . ."." How can he act so normal?", as in yesterday's night never occur to Marc. A conversation is needed regarding yesterday's incident and Steven hope it wouldn't tarnish their brotherly relationship. His lips agape and then goes close, hesitate to begin." How's your sleep? Any nightmare?", fortunately, Marc start." U-uhh good. No, there's no nightmare", Steven reply and his voice accidentally came out high. The meaning behind the question is that Marc recalled Steven have nightmare all the time." You still remember. . .", Steven mumble quietly to himself." Of course I do", Marc appear before him and place a vegetable sandwich for Steven, meanwhile he had fried toast included eggs and bacons. A dark coffee for the oldest and a sweet latte for Steven.

" Thanks mate", Steven shyly accept his nice gesture and look down at his breakfast." I never knew you can cook", he said in awe as Marc rub his nape awkwardly." Yeah, I need to prepare meal everywhere now and then, or else Layla will beat the shit out of me", upon the name been mention, Steven's curiosity sparks up." Who is Layla?", he inquire as he take the first bite. The relax countenance switch into an unreadable look." Sorry, you don't need to answer if it makes your uncomfortable!", Steven stammer and instantly aware it is sorrow that Marc is expressing." No, it's okay. Layla. . . she's my wife. Ex-wife".

Oh bollocks.

" I'm so sorry, Marc. . .", the younger male have no clue what to say except offering sympathy. Forasmuch as he have been single since forever and is not an expert in relationship." It's fine, Steven. It is all in the past", Marc assures and the gentle look shift onto his face." You know, you can come to me if you need consolation", Steven crinkle a bright smile and totally forgotten the first time he provided him comfort, it ended as a taboo. In Marc's case, he thought Steven is giving him a second invite and a hungry emotion flash across his pupils." Your eating habit sure haven't change", the taller man extended his right hand for the purpose of wiping a bit of sauce that smeared onto the edge of his mouth." Mm, thanks", Steven give a toothy grin at the tickles. He watch as Marc clean his finger off with a tissues and chuckle along with him. This situation is bringing them back to the old days where they spend a normal morning together. Happily chatting away to discuss something trivial and laugh at the jokes only triplets can understand. This bring Steven to be unconcerned regarding the prohibition they had done and focus on catching things up, which they'd missed.

" Oh bollocks, I need to call dad that you are here with me. You know he is worry sick about you!", Steven panic and was about to stand up in order to retrieve his phone." Don't", a command intentionally pass his tongue and Steven wince backward. Knowing what he had just done, Marc quickly apologize for his negative mood swing." Sorry Steven. I called the old man already and explained him about my situation", it was a pure false statement and the dense male literally bought it." Really? Thank god", Steven clutch his chest and feel guilty for not reporting to his dad asap.

" Oh! Since you are here, wanna have a tour around London?!", Steven suggest and this earn an interest look from Marc." Why not", Marc nod as he drink the bitter taste and the hotness burn his throat. Steven rapidly aim to finish his food like an eager dog wanted to go for a walk and Marc find this sight adorable." Slow down or you'll choke yourself", just as the mercenary said that, Steven actually burst into coughing fits. Eyes stain in beautiful tears, cheek scorching in roses and bead of saliva trail down his tempting lips.

Another dirty fantasy enter his mind, imagining Steven choking on his large dick and still keenly to take him whole despite his small lips cannot. The wet and warm cavern coating his dick with saliva as Marc merciless thrust his hip forward where the tip hit the far end. Steven is crying over the pain in his jaws, tongue including throat who is assaulted at each pound. The pleading in his set of puppy eyes that is whimpering for mercy and also lovingly devoted to only him. The innocent personality who doesn't know what blowjob is and have to be teach him by single step at a time and Marc would definitely take his time giving lesson to his baby brother.

" Gosh, that was embarrassing", Steven giggle to himself after gulping down the latte, forcing the large particles that haven't been bitten to descend into the oesophagus." You are still a little baby~"." My sinless, little baby brother". Steven went flush at his teasing and try a comeback which do nothing to Marc.

" I still need to call my boss to take a day off", Steven mumble and the thought of phoning Donna make him want to hide. After breakfast is finish, Steven stagger as he attempt to balance himself and stroll steadily in the vicinity of his bedroom. Marc leer at his rear and gulp down the thirst. The blanket shaped out his round ass perfectly and the way it sway make his hands itchy for a touch." Not now Marc, Steven need to heal", he suppress his inner lust and switch his concentration on washing the dirty dishes.

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The tour around London is normally fun and Steven haven't enjoy himself since he become independent. Due to the reason his first triplet is with him. Him excitedly explained which route to take and which tourist site to see, and the store that sell the greatest vegan foods. Of course not to forget his craving for Egyptian mythology and he also introduced his workplace to Marc. The eldest observed the building by the entrance, seems to be not interested rather in his brother's sweet voice. All Marc did is remain silent and listened thoroughly, like he is melting into his sound. The only thing Steven did not mention is the golden statue which he loved to held a conversation with every single day and he didn't want his brother to think he is a loner, and weird for talking to a non-living being.

However, at some point, the old cellphone ring in the middle of their 'date', which is what Marc dubbed it as. Flipping open his phone, he frowned at the name mention on the screen and quickly ignored it by ending the button without answering it." Who is it?", Steven question curiously with his mouth stuffed with vegetable wrap and it makes him similar to a hamster." No one", the taller man responded as he pursue to wipe some sauce sticking on his cheek. Steven mumbled a protest about he can do it himself and Marc wouldn't let him. Once it is clean, the eldest scrubbed his fingers with a tissue." Gosh, you always like that! I am not a child anymore!", Steven pouted and steal another chomp.

The memory of them as a child is still vivid in their mind. Marc always eat in courtesy, Steven is messy with his bites and Jake loved to destroy his foods into mush. And it is Marc's responsibility to help clean off bits and pieces on Steven's cheek. Then the middle child would always appreciated with a cute 'thank you Marc' in the end. Thinking back on those recollection, it brings some sort of warmth into Steven's heart. Thanks to the cozy mien surrounding them, the incident from last night are flushed out from his brain like a toilet drain.

By the time they had arrived home, the sky have turned orange and soon consume by grey clouds that indicate rain." Would you like to shower first?", Steven offered as he take off his shoes. Marc who is placing some bags onto the counter shakes his head." No. I'll bathe later", is what Marc said." Alright", the second youngest reply as he pursued to gather some fresh homewears from the wardrobe and into the bathroom. When his small back no longer seen, Marc's cellphone began to ring again. However this time, instead of Layla, the name displayed is 'khonshu'. The Spector grimaced at the title and ignored the call once again. Now that he had Steven for himself, he refused anyone to interfere. 

With the middle child occupy in cleaning himself, Marc have a task to deal with his duffel bag that is filled with illegal 'stuff'. Opening the zipper as he observed the content, making sure everything is in place before he proceed to find somewhere which Steven rarely touch and hide it from there. If his sweet little brother ever find out the secrets he is hiding, he will bomber him with question. And he did not want Steven to be afraid of him. 

The click to the bathroom entrance ajarred and this inform Steven is freshly out from his bath. Rotating his head to see Steven wore a baggy pants and a white oversize t-shirt. All the big clothes is making him looked softer and smaller, more like something huggable. Steven yawn as he lazily wipe his damped hair and drag his feet pass the predator Marc whose examining every part of his movement." You can use it now, Marc". The oldest nodded as he force to unattached his attention away. He grabbed his own towel over his shoulder and enter the toilet.

Posterior to finished showering, Marc saunter into the bedroom with only a tracksuit and nothing more or less, exhibiting his proud abs plus thick biceps. Glancing afar, the older man noticed Steven wore a thick grandfather glasses and is too far off into his world of book. Even when he stomp his feet against the wooden flat, it unable to interrupt his reading session. Taken advantage of his intense concentration, Marc sneak forward until his knees touched the edge of the bed and proceed to occupy the seat beside him. Feeling the dip, Steven finally aware of the approaching presence." Geez Marc! Can't you make a sound when you walk!", Steven placed his right hand on his chest, glaring at the man. Instead of replying, Marc scoot closed into his personal space and for some reason, Steven felt uncomfortable at the closeness. They used to be this close when Steven is reading books and Marc glueing to him, listening to him reading out loud. Somehow now, it is undescribable different." What are you reading?".

" E-Egyptian poem", he gulped down his nervousness and body automatically move aside for more space." Hmm", Marc hummed before lowering himself until his head hit the pillow." What are you doing?".

" Sleeping", Marc shortly respond as he get himself comfortable. As in knowing what Steven is thinking, he speak," Why? We used sleep together". Luckily, his speech convinced Steven and thinks he got a point. Even so, it is their ever first sleepover after a long years of separation. Shutting the book closed and set it on the nightstand. Afterward, switching off the lamp and took off his reading glasses. It is a single bed and two adult sleeping on it have make an impact on them. Their back is sandwiched with no gap in between and Steven could feel his naked muscles through the thin fabric. Closing his eyes as he try entering his dream realm, moreover relaxes his tense body who is unaccustomed to an extra presence on his bed. 

Abruptly feeling the shift from his rear, meaning Marc is changing his position and did not put much thought about the hot air breathing onto his curls. Suddenly, something wet planted on his nape as well as hands slide into his homewears." Marc?", Steven tiredly addressed and the discomfort are back crawling onto his skin." Go back to sleep, Steven~", Marc press a kiss on his exposed nape and pair of his palms sensually grope the fatty meat of Steven's belly." W-what are you doing?", now that he is completely sober, Steven wouldn't want to imagine his motives are, despite already aware. A pinch on his left nipple earned a sweet moan from Steven and body began to squirm uneasily. Shamelessly as Marc thrust his clothed bulge onto the bottom and sighed heavenly at the friction. Revulsion seek themselves into Steven's mind of gotten touch by his biological brother.

Recalling yesterday night bring both fear and sickness into his stomach. Thinking that is a one time thing is his greatest mistake, because now he realised that his brother crave for more. When Marc's callused right hand slither down underneath his pants, this is where Steven require to draw a line." Stop!", he screamed in desperation, like a woman nearly got assault. Fortunately, Marc actually listened and his hands halted from going further." Sorry, I got ahead of myself", Marc retracted his limbs. Unconsciously to Steven, he is shaking incredible bad and the eldest could discern the trembles." Maybe next time, when you are ready", the dip from the bed lighten and the retreating footsteps resonate peacefully. The breath he is holding finally exhale and the beating in his chest can be clearly heard. Steven held the blanket protectively and is disgusted with his own skin where all inches Marc planted his contact in. 

Turning his perspective, he saw Marc layed himself on the couch with a blanket over him. Despite the safe distant, Steven still experience the shame and dirt that is living in his body." Why is he doing this to me? Is he still hurt after his breakup with Layla? Is he trying to asked me for comfort again? Is this normal? Is there a next time?". That night, Steven is incapable to sleep thanks to multiple thoughts entering his brain and is prohibiting him from resting.

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Since elementary school, Marc aware of his protectiveness over Steven. He helped to fight off bullies, always share foods with him including toys, holding his hands whenever they are going outside, listening to Steven reading children literature and glare at anyone who is a threat to Steven. He always thought it is his duty as the eldest to protect his young brothers. Though Jake complained about his overreacting self and said he doesn't need one, because the youngest of the three is much more dangerous than they could ever imagine. However, leaving the middle child the vulnerable one, yet he is far more intelligent than them. When Steven smiled or appreciated him, Marc could feel a throb in his chest. If Steven is not paying attention to him, then he would scowled. Still, he thinks this is normal for siblings to act like this. His possessiveness on Steven is rather strong, more exaggerated than their parents.

During highschool, he noticed something about is obsessiveness taken a turn. It was a relatively scorching summer in their country and upon getting out from his bedroom in order to use the bathroom after Steven, he spotted his twink brother, wet and a towel draped around his hip. Seeing this nude sight, the heat increases as it travel down to his dangerous zone which activate something in him. Of course Steven is too dense to noticed the hard-on beneath Marc's pants and told him he could use the bath now. Quickly entering the bathroom and locked the door, Marc is panicking at the sudden development to his own body. The teen aware it is hormone affecting his growth, but toward his own brother? That summer, Marc relief himself by the fantasy of his little brother. 

Marc is rather quick-witted and knew this is an abnormal attraction. Savvy he couldn't go back in seeing Steven as a younger brother who needed to be protect, and instead need to defend himself from Steven. He try controlling himself, though whenever he saw Steven so closed to him or sometimes stole his clothes to dress and annoying him with his sweet smile, uncaring he is hanging out with a beast who would bounce on him any minute. Steven treasure the bond they have now and Marc wouldn't want to destroy his innocent view, so he held himself back. 

But it is not just only him who developed such feeling for Steven. Majority of the time, the eldest caught the youngest of three staring at Steven in a particular way, similar to the way he looked at Steven too. He is not dumb and have the knowledge Jake is ogling at him like a prey. Fortunately, Jake never took the initiative to make any move and just like he usual is, Jake remain at the sideline as he watches them beneath the cap. Certainly, Marc is grateful for him not to interrupt at the same time wary about his quietness, whether he is planning on something or is waiting. . .

Nonetheless, when Marc first get confessed to, he instantly reject the girl. No matter how many times he got asked out, he refused to form any sort of intimacy with outsider and must be the guilt for loving Steven. He doesn't want to tarnish the bond they are sharing now and want to be loyal to one person even though the other partner is unable to perceive it. Jake is an exception, sometimes he would bring home girls and ignored mom's nagging. Marc knew it is his way to cope with his affection toward Steven. Yet it never been enough considering different maiden can be seen under his arms nearly every week. Occasionally, Marc felt pity for the youngest and reached out for consulting. Somehow, Jake give him a middle fingers and say Spanish curses, meaning he doesn't want anything to be involved with the two. Yes, Jake is a lone wolf and Marc decided to respect him drawing lines. 

That is when college life started and the day where Marc choose to leave the house. No, he skipped college and work under his dad as a mercenary. It is him trying to keep his mind off of Steven, knowing his obsession had grow deeper and afraid one day he will snap. Khonshu did not question about his rush decision and allowed him to do whatever he want. No goodbye or a single letter left behind, what remain is nothing. This is for the good, leaving his life behind and in search for something new. Steven would be devastated when he woke up seeing his brother gone. Running away is a cowardly move, though he can't bring himself to tell the truth and afraid his beloved brother would be disgusted.

Couple of years in the army, Marc Spector met the El-Faouly family consisted of a daughter and a father. Both Marc and Layla had good chemistry at first, probably it is because of their same age. The expedition is about exploring Egypt's pyramid and Marc's mission is to defend the explorer. During their time together, the duo had become closer. The hobby of her explaining Egyptian deity and history reminded him of Steven and maybe it is their similarity that make Marc attracted to the lady. Still, the different between her and Steven is that she can fight, is strong will, confident and cool. When the two exchanged their first kiss, Marc thought he had move on, though deep down, he knew really well this is not the case. From companions to friends, then to lover and becoming a spouse. His life is normal and everything went well. A perfect family, a well paid job and gaining his father's approval. However, it never satisfy Marc with everything they did together and there is an important artifact missing in him.

From time to time, he caught himself remembering back about his childhood and his memory mostly consist from Steven. He knew he should free himself from the past and move on. Sadly he is incapable to give up. An image of Steven dating with somebody crosses his mind, after ten years, his baby brother should have move on and forget about him. Even the thought sicken his stomach and his possessiveness is burning stronger. A mixed emotions that is difficult to sort is raging war inside him. Needless to say, he did not completely open himself up to Layla and seal his dirty secret away. Pretending to be a happy man, acting like he loved only one woman in the world and delusioning himself, imagining he is normal. Yet everything he build came crashing down until he met a bizarre couple.

He was guarding the refugees on one of his mission and unforeseeable meet two females. They openly proposed that they are cousins who is in loved with each other and is planning to be together forever. The reason why they told him is because they felt thankful for Marc protecting them during the war. In defiance of their family opposing for such sinful relationship, the two remain pure and loyal. Their story successfully move his cold heart and Marc doesn't even know when he began to accept the mixed emotions which he forgotten, and dwelling in his chest. The mercenary is envy with the couple and how straightforwardly they accept the world is against them, and the taboo of loving your blood relative. Something is free within him that day. Thanking the couple, Marc savvy what to do next with his fake life. 

Posterior to the mission, Marc arrived back to their shared house and is happily greeted by his wife. Being a silent giant he is, Marc did not dare to say words that can be used as a sword. So he waited until night, as late as Layla slumbering away in his arms on their double size mattress. The same technique he utilised on Steven where he disappeared during the night when everyone is unaware. Placing the divorce paper on the nightstand with his signature underneath, leaving it with his wife and in hope she would do the same. There is lack of word or letter left behind as Marc is on his way to London, the current place Steven is residing and what Khonshu told him. During the plane ride, he is beyond excited at their reunion and wonder how much his brother change. At the same time, he is guilty for doing this to Layla who is a sweet woman and all he wish is for her to find her own happiness.

Locking into Steven's apartment is uneasy for him, forasmuch as there is multiple locks he need to crook. Eventually, he triumphantly gain access to the entrance. Trespassing is wrong, yet in Marc's situation, he wanted to surprise Steven. Examining the apartment he is living, more like an attic with only one big space that have all unity in it and a bathroom separated. The whole place smell like Steven's natural scent including heavy book aroma and tea. The atmosphere is comfortable and for once, Marc relaxed himself with his muscles lazed. Occupying the couch as he take a deep breath. One concern after another, it is necessary to interpret his uncalled visit and wouldn't want to frighten his brother. Then a good story came into his mind. He can tell him about his severance and act like it is affecting him, then request for comfort. It is highly the truth but with ulterior motives. He knew he is acting like a bad brother, yet yearning to be spoil after ten long years of no contact and connection have drive his mind crazy for skin-ship. 

The light footsteps from the entrance catches his attention and the corner of Marc's lip perks up. His precious Steven is home at last.

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The next morning, Steven woke up from lack of sleep and heavy bags hang below his eyes. Currently it is 5a.m where his flatmate is still slumbering on the couch. Knowing that he failed to rest, Steven choose to go to work early and open the museum. Quickly get himself dressed and quietly brew a tea for himself preparatory to departing from the apartment. Not before glancing at the naked man laying on the couch with mix emotions flowing in his chest. Soon he left without saying goodbye. 

During the whole day of work, Donna noticed how restless he is, even though he always are. Being a sucker for people's life, she began to nag him with personal question. Seeing his manager approaches, Steven become wary and quicken his hands." Got another bad date, Stevie?", she asked as she chew a gum between her teeth." Steven, Steven with a v. And no, I don't have a date last night", the woman did not sound convinced. Because last time he got rejected by one of the coworker and he looked completely like this, an ugly corpse." You really should put up your games Stevie, because you are not getting any younger", Donna commented, while Steven awkwardly nod and want to end the discussion." Yeah, if anyone find me interesting then my date can go smoothly without them given a second thought", he sighed tiredly and yes, he still believe in fate that can bring two compatible people together. Though recently with his brother living in his flat, he forgot to ponder about his relationship.

" There is no way someone would fall for an awkward gift shopper", it hurt his pride when Donna say that, however Steven composed his smile despite it is twitching in annoyance. Then Donna finally leave him alone when there is customers requesting to buy the items. Trying to get his mind off from previous incident, Steven try to busy himself with labour. The manager doesn't know what had gotten into him, so she take advantage of his deed and give him extra toil, such as leaving him in inventory tonight. The British man haven't been so grateful for her decision, additionally not getting overpaid for his exertion.

It was lunch when Steven visited the golden statue as usual as he eat his vegan wrap and talk his problem out. Suddenly, his phone vibrated as to inform the caller." Hello dad", Steven greeted as he pop the phone between his shoulder and right ear." Any news from Marc?", his gruff voice asked and this make his eyebrows furrow." Yeah, he arrive in London two days ago. Didn't he called you yesterday?".

" No, he didn't. But that ungrateful brat sure have the gut to ditch me for a whole two months", there is anger in Khonshu's vocal and Steven sweat drop. But hearing him calling Marc 'ungrateful brat' sure is funny." How old did he think he is to act like a delinquent!", he huffed on the other side, while Steven chuckle." What so funny, boy", the gift shopper instantly shut his lips when the tone is directed on him." Sorry dad. But Marc told me that he called you already. Did he not?".

Khonshu went silent for a moment as he choose careful words to say. Steven may not know this but this man have many secrets, just like the youngest triplet. Of course it is not the parent position to tell without the consent from other party, so he decide to disclosed this conversation." Marc choose to trust you, Steven. And I think that is why he did not bother to call this old man. . . I want you to do one job for me, Steven", is it rare for their father to request something and Steven eagerly agreed." Take care of Marc please", Khonshu did not go deeper into explaining why. But one thing as a guardian savvy is that Marc have been through a lot during his ten years experience as a mercenary and a killer." O-of course. . .", the middle child's vocal wavered a bit and Khonshu pick up his hesitation, yet did not point it out." Then I leave him in your hand, goldfish".

" Okay dad, laters gators", the phone ended after bidding the father farewell. Steven exhaled a loud breath at the thought of tending his eldest brother." Does he mean by comforting Marc? Like what we did together helps Marc to be happy? Is he referring us taking care each other using skin-ship?", Steven cannot comprehend and unsure is this the right thing to do. When he saw the time on the screen, he silently cuss out 'bollocks'. Saying goodbye to the statue as he race back to the museum and hope Donna did not catch him late. 

The night is long, but not with the overcrowded museum that is making him busy. There is school trips going on at this moment and Steven couldn't help but be happy to see children getting invested in the artefacts. Though as older customers is getting lesser, younger people is coming in for sightseeing. J. B yawned as he patrol around the entrance and lazily greet the customers or mind his own stuff. It is not like he take his job seriously and every coworkers knew it, though for some reason did not get yell by the manager. That is until a carbon copy face drag him out from his boredom. He thought his mind is playing illusion with him, so he approached the man." Scotty, aren't you suppose to be with Donna?", the man twisted around and J. B instantly wince at the dark scowl hang over his facade." Oh. . . You are not Scotty?", the security take a step back as he felt awkward for stopping the wrong person.

" Where is Steven?", Marc ignored his word, more like his entire existence as the first priority is to find his baby brother. Despite J. B's curiosity about the stranger, in the end, he pointed at the direction where Steven possibly be. Not a word of appreciation as Marc stormed his way into the crowd and expertedly side away from brushing against people. His eyes roamed around like a sniper trying to locate it target and instantly fell onto the victim. A female which is acting extremely bossy with his beloved brother who is trying to make his existence smaller. His fists clenched at the woman's daring attitude for treating Steven like this and proceed to draw near the duo. When his intimidate figure hover above the two, his shadow dragged their focus onto him. Donna is astonish to see the exact printed countenance, whilst Steven is wordless at the oldest's appearance.

" Your shift is over, Steven. Why are you still doing here?", Marc query and eyes eventually soften." M-marc! What are you doing here?", Steven asked back as he still aren't ready to face him yet." To collect you of course. Now let's go", Marc roughly grasped Steven's delicate wrist as he pull him away." Hey! Steven need to stay back for inventory", Donna wouldn't allow her employee to skip work. Marc snapped his frown at the female who close her mouth at how dark it is. In spite they share identical faces, Marc have a way to make people shut up with his icy glare." Wait for me in the car, Steven", Marc commanded as he saunter over to the female who remain standing guard." You have a car?", Steven gasped at the information and nevertheless follow his demand, not before waving at Donna. 

Steven hurried out from the museum and is observing the street park, wondering which vehicle the eldest is indicating. It not like he would try open each car's door just to see which car owned by Marc, so he decide to wait by the entrance. Doesn't savvy what is there to say between Donna and Marc, yet the vexation on Marc's face is alarming. This is also not the only mystery considering Marc knows about when his shift is over, and as well as not contacting dad. There is so much stuff he did not aware regarding Marc's story after all those years of separation. And how did he find him in London? Including his address too? 

Certainly, if this is the usual himself, he will bomber Marc with questions like this. But presently, he is afraid to face the eldest. 

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Silence hovered above the atmosphere during the car ride and awaken awkwardness between the two siblings. Only the radio tuning on make it less uncomfortable. It was until one of them have enough of the tranquility and decided to speak up." You are avoiding me, Steven", Marc's gruff voice said." N-no, I'm not", Steven stuttered a lie which anyone could tell." I know when you are lying, Steven. Tell me what's wrong", Marc asked the rhetorical question, though he want to hear it from the real person. Steven gazed at the window panel as he watches London street goes by and carefully plan on how to respond next." Dad called me, telling me you did not phone him. You'd told me you did", the British changed the subject. Marc focus on the road, yet his fists is clenching slightly." Steven, I will deal with this later".

" I don't think you will", the youngest snarled and all his pile up anger is uncovering." Steven", Marc is now fully gripping the steering wheel." Also, what is wrong with you appeared in my apartment out of nowhere with ten years of no call, no text and no letter! It is like you completely disappear in this world and I don't how where you are, and what you are doing. If you are safe or in danger! And then bam! You just return all of a sudden looking like a depress man-".

" Steven!", Marc growled threateningly and it is his first time utilising such a vocal on the youngest. The said person flinched at his abrupt volume and shrink in his seat. Despite Marc is putting his concentration on front, Steven aware he is glaring at him behind his head. However, being a stubborn person he is, Steven continued to provoke the eldest." It like I don't know you anymore. Not the Marc I used to know. I can't comprehend what changed you during all those years of disappearance, but wait, I don't wanna know. You are going to use some sorry excuse later anyway-". The car unpredictably come to a halt, causing Steven to jolt forward and thanks to the seatbelt saving him from slamming onto the glass. The red light just flashes and Marc purposely step on the break without warning." We will talk about this after we go home", Marc's patient is running low currently." You mean my apartment", Steven corrected and receive a beastly scowl from the driver. Steven automatically recoiled by refusing to meet his gaze and the instinct of fear began spreading throughout his nerves.

When the green light appeared, Marc step on the clutch, change the gear and then press the gas, signalling the car to drive onward. The tension is back again, however much steeper this time. It was around ten minutes later where the duo arrived back to Steven's flat and Marc make sure to park the car correctly. The second twin is the first to escaped from the suffocating small space and hurried up toward his apartment, leaving Marc to switch off his car. Afterward, he followed suit and behind Steven's footsteps. Opening the door to his home, Steven stomp his way inside and left the door unclosed." Steven. . .", this time, Marc softly spoke as he approach the he vexed man whose afraid of him." Tell me the truth, Marc", Steven demanded with his gaze focus on Gus swimming freely. The oldest let out a sighed and then occupy himself on the couch.

" We got divorced".

" You mean with Layla?", Marc nodded as he peer at his brother whose still did not twist his head around to face him." After I left home, I work under the old man as a mercenary", Marc tell calmly." For ten year?!", Steven gasped and the way he bob his head indicate it is the truth." I have travelled through many countries to serve as different states soldier, guarding fugitives, accompanied some big sort into adventure and even went to war before", Marc explained as he roam through his memory. When he darted his iris eyes upward, he nearly inhale sharply by reason of Steven had finally look at him in the eyes." I-I'm sorry to hear this", Steven is unsure what to say upon hearing what the older twin had went through. Now he understand why Khonshu told him to take care of him since Marc had experienced such traumatic event. 

" Don't be, Steven", Marc assured, somehow he is uneasy to reveal this much and rather kept it to himself. Seeing the oldest like this pain his heart, especially when you reopen a wound from the past which is a scar left to oneself and Steven totally understand that feelings. Before he know it, Steven draw closer to the seated man and envelop his arms around Marc's neck, bringing his face onto the chest." It must have been tough for you, when you are such a young boy", he still feel guilty for forcing an answer out of him and Steven left with no option to think up of an apology. Marc instantly throw his brawny limbs around the curvy waist and dig deeper into the warmth. Marc breath in his natural cologne and it make his mind relaxes, including the steady heartbeat bouncing into his hearing senses. The oldest aware he is being comforted, though it give him another idea that sound like consent. He knew he should savoured this moment when Steven finally given him the attention and don't ruin it in favour for lust. 

Those chubby fingers caressed his slick curls gently like he is made of glass and the doting hug that make him realise Steven is in his arms." Why did you left us, Marc?", Steven sadly inquired. Breathing one last scent from the other male's cleavage before ascending his head upward where their eyes locked in place." You sure you wanna know?", the shorter man nodded in anticipation. Before anyone foreseen what could happen, Marc glided his palm up onto Steven's nape and the British man shiver at the touch. The American savvy his sensitivity is high and loved the satisfying reaction. Later, he dragged Steven down until their lips clash together. Shocking at the unexpected moves, Steven attempt to escape from the assault. Nonetheless, Marc's strength is on a total new level than him and can restrained him effortlessly. 

The kiss is unlike those you saw in the romance movie, it is all teeth and tongue fighting for dominance. The affliction is intolerable and Steven cannot help but whined in the intimacy. The clutch around his nape tighten deadly, like a feline pinning their prey down. The strong tongue greedily explored Steven's inside and mark it territory. His sharp canines bite down the soft rim and encouraged some red droplet to ooze. Their saliva blended messily, causing some to drip from the chin. Their mouth and muscles within is burning, and no matter how much Steven withdraw, Marc wouldn't let him flee and pursue to search for his tongue. There is no such thing as slow or tender, except for quick and assertive.

It is only a short amount of time afterward where Steven accidentally lead a punch onto Marc's charming face, stopping the make-out session. Shying away from the beast as faraway possible until his back hit adjacent to Gus's tank." What is wrong with you?!", Steven yelled and proceed to wipe his swollen lips and cheek blushing furiously. Looking straight into each other's optic and Marc ones shown seriousness plus carnality. Soon it dawn to Steven as for the details behind the way he ogled at him. Not as a brother who adores their siblings, except like a lover." Y-you liked me?".

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The silent from the eldest who did not denied nor confirm the statement give Steven a good comprehensive it is the truth." I. . . I need some time to think", Steven hurried into the bathroom and clumsily shut the door a bit too hard. Marc sigh as he observe his retrieving frame and push his already slicked hair. He did not expect his secret to be revealed, even till his death and especially not now. There is no sound coming from behind the door and Steven must have keep himself perfectly quiet. Glancing at his duffel bag, Marc come up with a decision to leave for the purpose of giving him some space. Lifting his whole body up and proceed to gather everything to get ready for departure. 

After couple of minutes ruffling through all his belonging and double-check to make sure he had ownership of his possessions, then hauling the bag over his right shoulder. Approaching the entrance and eventually halt in front of it. Marc turn his gaze at the bathroom's door with a indecisive look. Gathering all his strength, Marc rotate his head around and twist the knob open, taking a big step out from his brother's flat.

Not until the sun is setting, Steven finally pop out from his hiding spot and the first thing greet him is the darkness eveloped the apartment with only the street lights illuminate through the panel. Walking over to the wall as he switch on the bulb in his flat to discover nobody in sight. The duffel bag is gone also the lack of warmth on the couch inform Marc have left a long hour ago. His breathing suddenly become uneven as Steven fall onto the carpet, clutching his chest tightly. A rapid panting noises inhale and exhale through his lungs.

Only Khonshu aware of his condition about separation anxiety due to his past of experiencing both Marc and Jake left without warning, then came his mother's funeral which sadly only him and Khonshu attended. Also the fact Khonshu never ever been there during his childhood and could only interacted through a small rectangular device, or sometimes visit when there is important event to address. And it was his mother's funeral where Steven first met his father in person and not behind the screen. Yet it was only couple of hours until Khonshu leave for the purpose of meeting in a conference room with important people. Of course his first impression of his father is negative, but he can't hate him forever considering he pay for his college fees, accomodation and et cetera after his mother's death. Then when he could stepped foot out from the nest, Steven depend on him less and manage his own life as an adult. But they still kept in contact.

His trembling hands try to find his phone which is somewhere in his pockets. Fortunately for Steven, he find it instantly but in his head, he feels like a much longer time until locating the device. Entering the correct password and then tap the phone icon as he pursue to look for a particular number under the name. His thumb press the title 'Khonshu' and place it on his right ear, awaiting for the rings to end.

All the senses got block out from his body and is similar to rejecting any sort of conscious, only the root of his own heartbeat echoing into his ears, throat drying out and lungs is been squeeze." Steven?", Khonshu accept the call from the other end, however there is no respond back except for the impatient wheezing noises. It clicks into Khonshu that his middle son is going through the episode again." Steven! Steven! Can you hear me?!", the older man shove his chair back, causing it to fall down onto the granite floor. The businessmen in the congress room become confuse by his outburst." The meeting is cancel!", he abruptly end the conference and proceed to scurry out the room, leaving everyone hanging midway with the discussion. The subordinates dismiss themselves and follow their boss. 

" Steven!", the last shout is more eager and it manage to brought Steven out from his zone." D-dad!", a gasp escape through his agape mouth." Listen to me, Steven! Breathe in and out, you follow? Remember our lesson, okay", arriving into his office, Khonshu send a gesture to command his employees regarding privacy included no disruption. They simply nod and shut the door behind. The guardian listen carefully to the respiration pass through the speaker and comprehend Steven is trying his best to balance his healing motion." Yes, just like that. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in and breathe out", the grey hair man repeated in a gentler tone he can muster. It require more than 5 minutes for Steven to even his respire and when he successfully had it under control, Steven began to sob.

" Where is Marc?", Khonshu query and instead, all he could hear is whimpering. There is no need to listen to any explanation since he pinpoint the reason behind Steven's heart stroke activation. The only cause is when he got detached from somebody who he held dear to." That son of a bitch!", Khonshu cursed and slam his right fist against the glass desk, drawing a line of cracks on the surface." Dad, you are the bitch", Steven chuckled lightly and caressingly wipe his own tears." Why did he leave?", Khonshu push more. There is a moment of pause before Steven speak," We have an argument". It is not entirely a lie, yet this is Steven's first time hiding something from Khonshu and it feel right to not tell." Do you know where he is going?".

" No. . . He left while I was locking myself in the bathroom", Steven explain sadly and sit up to hug his knees." Alright Steven, I will try find Marc on his whereabout. You go rest", Khonshu said and decide this is where he would stop." No, there's no need", Steven reject his idea and is not ready to face the oldest triplet. It is Khonshu who become silent as he attempt to progress how the fight impact their bond, because their relationship is stronger than any siblings he had heard from his deceased wife." Okay, I will call to check up on you later".

" Sure, cheers dad". And the line tune a beeping sound at the end. Settling the phone beside him, Steven continue to drown himself into self-pity in a ball-like position and weep into his elbows. Steven fail to describe how he is feeling other than abandonment, identical to the incident in the past which he doesn't want to go through again. Even so, it did happen twice. 

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Upon waking up from his slumber, Steven feel loneliness when looking around his flat and his heart clench when he saw the emptiness on the couch. Shaking his thoughts away, Steven need to focus on getting ready for work or else Donna going to bite him whole. 

" You are a tour guide from today forward", is Donna's first comment when Steven is late for work like always." Sorry Donna--whot?", Steven pause as he stare at the blonde in shock." Do you want the job or not?", she annoyingly click her tongue." Y-yes, but I can't bloody believe it", Steven said mainly to himself and is in awe." If you are happy then go do your job, because I don't want your overprotective brother come snapping my neck", she hurried away in a huff." Yes Donna, I'll do my best", Steven beam to himself as all exhaustion disappeared from his system. While he is slipping toward the staff room to get prepare, he come across his crush working in the same museum.

" Heya, Dylan", the British greet with a genuine smile." So, your twin is not accompanying you today?", the woman look around. By the mention of his brother, Steven gulp down the uneasiness forming on his chest." No, he said he had something to do", it is Steven's first time lying with a straight face without stuttering. The female nod as she strike another conversation," I see. I never knew you had a twin before and god, he is so scary. Everybody have been talking about it. You should see Donna's face when your brother confronted her", she giggle at the end and this make Steven tilt his head." What did he do?".

" Okay, so here is what happen. When he walk back into the museum again, he pull up his sleeves up to show off his muscles and damn, that is hot. Then he slammed his fists onto the counter, smashing the glass and scared the shock all of us. He said something about losing her job of employee abused and putting her behind bars. He tell her to treat you nicely and offer you the job as a tour guide. He also threaten her with snapping her neck with his bare hands and he sounded no joke".

" He did that for me. . .", the man whisper to himself." Whatcha say?", Dylan quirk closer and Steven shake his head as in nothing." Also congratulation for becoming a tour guide. Wanna go celebrate?", she offers and this make Steven conscious." There's a lovely steak house which I know of".

" H-hold on, are you're asking me out on a date?", he ask in disbelief of what he had heard. His colleague only give him a grin," You're a funny guy, see you later". She then walks away to tend her group, leaving the bewildered man alone. A big smile automatically drawn onyo his cheek by the mention of date. Anyway, this is no time to get distracted due to the reason he also got assigned with a group to guide. 

Today he got tasked with a bunch of children, parents and elderly mix together, and Steven is so excited." Welcome to National Art Gallery, my name is Steven Grant and I'm your tour guide for today. Please stay in a group and don't get lost. If you have any question, feel free to ask me", Steven chirp and did not sense any sign of nervousness. Soon he begin the tour from the ground floor up to the second floor. Everyone is mostly behaving except for the children and the embarrassed parents attempt to quiet them down. 

When his explanation is done, he allow his clients to look around until moving toward the next destination. Suddenly, Steven found himself gazing at the man wearing a cap which is located at the far end and thanks to the group been disperse, they are facing each other. With the cap tipping low, he cannot tell his countenance and the first to break eye contact is the man as he quietly walk off toward the sarcophagus. His concentration got disturb until a woman ask for a bathroom direction for her daughter and Steven gladly point it out for her. Glancing back at the man wearing leather, he is gone from his spot and Steven spontaneously look around for his figure, but it is similar to disappeared like a ninja. Tilting his head at the abrupt vanished, Steven thought maybe he excuse himself to the lavatory or left ascribable to how boring his guide are. Yet Steven did not bother himself in thinking so deeply as he gather the scattered people up again so as to lead them en route for the next section.

Subsequently, when his shift is over, Steven grab his bag to meet up with Dylan whose waiting by the entrance." Hey", he greet and is lost in trance with the beautiful lady." Hey", she respond casually." Are you ready?", Steven nod as she push the glass door open and walk out first follow by the him. Maybe he is acting like a maiden experiencing their first love, but he finally gain a date after so long since his previous attempt always failed. Also rarely woman ask him out, especially somebody who he worked with. Which means he cannot fuck this up and need to show that he is a romantic man. It is time to display the skill he learnt from YouTube.

By the time they arrive, the duo occupy the seat outside the restaurant with an umbrella above to shed them. A waiter comes by to give them a menu each." Can I have a filet mignon?", the raven strand female take the first order, meanwhile Steven struggles which to choose considering majority consist of meat. He is grateful which successfully found a salad list at the bottom of the menu." A spinach strawberry salad for me", this earn a chuckle from the woman on the opposite chair." Are you seriously going to order salad in a steak house? Hahaha!", she laugh in heartfelt and this cause Steven to throb. It sound like something in him got broken and never have he ever feel to order a vegan to be so abashed. I-I'm kidding, u-umm. . . A New York strip please?", he awkwardly choose one. The waiter jolt down their order prior to retrieve the menu into his grasp and return into the restaurant to get their said dish.

It is after 20 mins until their meal arrive by their table with Dylan and Steven chat with each other to spend the time." Hmmm, smell delicious innit?", she excitedly pick up her utensils whilst the curly hair man force a grin. The scent of roasted or fried flesh corrupt his nostrils and Steven prevent himself from showing an unsightly impression." This restaurant had the greatest steak in the whole London and I promise you would get addicted after eating one of their steak", she cut the meat carefully and the satisfying view of oil including a small hint of blood drool out. Instead, Steven cringes when Dylan slice out a small piece and consume into her rosy lip." Are you going to eat?", she gesture at the untouched dish." O-oh yes, I'm just admiring it", he lied as he hesitately pick up a fork and a knife.

Gulping down a mouthful of saliva until the sharp edge come in contact on the soft surface and was about to apply pressure on them up till a flash of shadow appear in his land of perspective. A dark leather glove seize his right wrist, making him lose the grip on the knife, furthermore prevent him from cutting the half-cooked flesh. Ascending his gaze, Steven stumble across set of different colour iris locked into his. The shadow cast over his upper face by the cap makes him look dominating despite sharing the exact same facade. Instead of feeling frighten, Steven is astonish from the appearance." Jake".

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After receiving the payment, the client exit from the taxi and walk into the museum. Jake lean back against his seat when it is time for his break, making sure to put a sign at the front 'out of service'. Usually he would go to his regular Spanish store to order a plate of lunch, but today he doesn't feel like eating. Yesterday's one night stand with a woman sure are intense and the fact they drank a good amount of alcohol including drugs is actually affecting today's performance. Of course his boss, more like father, aware of his nightly activity, yet did not nag him since it is his life. Also they don't want to go into argument just because of his behaviour.

Jake turn toward where his last customer went off to and it is the famous 'National Art Gallery'. Yes, he had came across this road before due to his service to bring his customers everywhere they want. However, he never try went in before. Though he still remember what his father said about trying something new and live like a decent human being for once. Not like his whole family is normal anyway. . . excluding Steven. Savvy he have some remaining time to kill, he decide to enter the museum and it is not because of curiosity. 

A lazy security is standing by the corridor and is ignoring everyone's entrance and Jake dislike his idleness, especially how he take lightly of his job. Even if a robber arrived, this one would be useless in this situation. Also killing him would be easy. It is busting with variety of ages and genders, including the artefacts behind the translucent barrier. It already bored him when he take his first step inside and wonder why he enter it at the first place. Still, he is already here and no backing down. Darting from one display to another with the same lifeless glint in his eyes. Maybe he should hit off some chick employed by the museum to kill the boredom. When he snap his focus away from the poster, he continue to look around and search for something or someone interesting. 

Yet fate is always the blame for thing to occur unexpectedly, without them consent. 

It is when Jake enter the door to the second floor and it is similar to a cold water splash onto his face upon landing his eyes on a carbon copy face faraway from his position." Steven", the name automatically slur out from his rough lip like a robot. No, he never predicted the youngest triplets would be working here and is living in the same city as him. After so many years of separation, his plan had gone to waste of avoiding his siblings. The Latino savvy he should go and leave this place immediately, and forget about this encounter. Yet he step forward and creep nearer to the group. That is when he finally come back to his senses and unbeknownst to him, he have already join the tour amongst the rest at the far back. With his height, he could observe the smile drawn onto Steven's soft cheek as he explain the historic people lived within the sarcophagus.

Steven never once has his vocal change and always stay high-pitched, unlike the two eldest. His voice is still the smoothest and the joy could be heard even from Jake's far position. Then the group disperse after given permission to explore, but Jake stood like a loved man drugging itself into the features of other. When Steven's pair of hazel pupils meet his, Jake feel embarrass for an instant and drag his cap down to cover his flushing face, subsequently depart to the nearest sarcophagus and pretend to be studying it. Glancing underneath the cap, Jake saw him getting distracted by a woman including a son, and he utilise this chance to flee to the nearest pillar in order to hide completely. Peaking his head to observe Steven's confusing facade upon noticing his vanish, Jake sigh out in relief as he did not put much thought in investigating further. It is a coward move of him to not allow a brother who loved him dearly to see him in person. 

" Because it would be better for us to forget each other", it is a decision he made a long time ago and would continue to avoid both Marc's additionally Steven's life. 

"¿Qué estoy haciendo aquí(what am I doing here)?", it is way off breaking someone's else privacy, especially now Jake is stalking his brother after work. And he is on a moment dating his co-worker. Other than feeling a bit prying, he also aware of the same boiling pressure in his chest and it's the stupid jealousy he always sense around Marc. Seeing the hesitant look on Steven's face when he is reading the menu and this make Jake glare at the woman for not knowing her date is a vegan. Gritting his teeth as the British man attempt to hide his disgust for meat just for the date alone." What's so good about that perra(bitch) anyway", Jake bitterly click his tongue. The more he savour their romantic dinner together, the further he want to strangle the woman to death with bare hands.

As an expert assassin, he would kill the innocents without remorse since he was taught that way since young. When the waiter is back to present their meals, Steven's once happy countenance become pale. That is when Jake cannot stay like an ignorant bystander anymore and exit from his taxi car, stomping heavy footsteps toward the duo. Before Steven can slice the meat, Jake is near enough to seize his delicate right wrist into his leather ones. The bewilderment on his baby brother's countenance is a marvellous sight." Jake", the funny accent calling out his name is nostalgic and this brought warmth into his adrenaline. 

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Steven's right arm is yank upward and the knife that is on his hand drop onto the plate. Jake pull him closer to get away from the filthy table and snap his attention on the guilty female who flinch upon his glare. Sweetening his face to give a signature smirk," Sorry cariño(sweetheart), but I'm borrowing my brother". Then he place some cash on the table as a compensation and tug Steven within his pace. Dylan stare helplessly as she watches her date get stolen. 

" Wait!", Steven exclaim as he nearly stumble against his own footstep and when they are near the taxi, Jake reluctantly let go. The British man rub his wrist which is burning due to Jake's grip. Seeing where it is hurt, Jake feel a bang of guilt yet did not apologize and Steven doesn't mind at all, but instead is happy to see one of his triplet brother." You really surprise me there, Jake. Never knew you are in London", the sweet smile never change except there is wrinkles by his eyes which befitted him." Sí(yes). . .", is all he could mutter out and doesn't know what to say since socialising is not his first skill exclude wooing women." Oh no! What should I explain to Dylan tomorrow that I left her? She would totally hate me forever", Steven begin to concern what he just did, furthermore Jake is not sorry for ruining their date, in lieu, he is proud at what he has done.

" Get on, Steven. I'll drive you back home", Jake offers by changing the subject. He open the door and hop in, waiting for Steven to finish gawking at his taxi." You're a taxi driver now?", he gasp before taking the front seat by Jake's side. The smell of cigarette, leather and aloe vera cologne whiff into his nostrils." Sí" Jake simply replied after putting on the seatbelt and ignite the engine." Where do you live now, Stevie?", hearing the mispronunciation make Steven offended." It is Steven with a v, Jake, and it is not funny", the middle triplet pout at the youngest." 17 Asbóth Street", he added at the end. At least Jake manage to make him laugh and forget about the date. Soon he begin to drive toward the destination and been in this job for long, the Latino savvy which route to take.

" Where have you been all this time? Why didn't I know you are in London?", certainly it is to be expected to hear questions throw at him by Steven." I was in Spain for awhile because I always been interested in their language, then I came to London last year since I heard the payment for taxi driver is good", which one is the lie or which is truth, Steven didn't know. But being an oblivion man he is, Steven believe it like how he trusted Marc." Yeah, your accent have become funny too", Steven chortle and this earn a playful scowl from Jake." You're is not so different", Jake spat back and it seems like the day where they laugh on silly thing bring a warm sensation in their chest.

" So how is life in Spain?", Steven pursue to press on and keep the conversation going." Fantástico(fantastic), when there is a lot of sexy ladies on the beach", Jake flash his canines when he grin further and this earn a soft punch on his shoulder." Be careful hermano(brother), I'm driving", Jake control the stirring wheel back on course." Oops, sorry. But is that really the reason why you go to Spain?", Steven aware the youngest is flirtatious, brutal and act like a complete foreigner, example pretend to be a Spanish man. Yet he didn't buy the reason behind his leave. Of course Jake pause his mouth about the case regarding his departure is because of Steven and the way he fantasy him as." Is that your apartment?", again switching the conversation by pointing at a certain house. Peaking through the window, Steven nod.

Afterward, Jake proceed to find a spot to park but it is night so the kerb got occupy. However, being an expert driver he is, Jake effortlessly squeeze himself into a small gap and not damaging the car." Thanks Jake", Steven appreciate his help." Would you like to come up to my apartment?", unexpected to the propose, Jake debate about it. There is a huge war raging inside his brain and majority choose to follow Steven, forasmuch as he would never get a chance like this in the future. Nevertheless, the extra ones is warning him about no return if he accept it." Lo siento(sorry) Steven", Jake apologise with a defeated face and seeing a depress impression on the British man erupt a throb in his chest." Alright, maybe next time?", there is still hope held in Steven's tone and the difficulty to reject him again is extreme." Hm, next time", why the fuck did Jake agreed to it and this bring back the ambition on Steven's expression. Seeing his smiling is not so bad.

" Okay, see you soon Jake. Have a goodnight!", Steven chirp prior to ajar the door and step out." Goodnight hermano", Jake return and perceive the man sauntering toward the doorstep. With his back facing him, Jake's grin become more fake and the whisper in his head is trying to order him to bring Steven back into his car. Seeing the figure enter the door, though not before sending a wave to Jake who only raise his right hand. Then the door goes shut, leaving Jake on the street. The Spanish man sigh out exhaustingly and knew if he keep getting close to Steven, he would develop the dependent emotions again which he wouldn't like that." I need to smoke", Jake speak to himself and drive off the kerb. Also to hook up some chick for the purpose of forgetting all of these ever happen.

Why is Jake so on supporting on cutting off their relationship as brothers moreover distance himself from one another? The answer is where, no, when he commit a taboo crime during their teenage years. 

10 yrs ago

After the party to congratulate every students from graduating from highschool, the triplets came back all drunk and limping. Marc utilised his right hand to touch the edge of the wall as a support and guidance to where he is going. Meanwhile, Jake had high alcohol tolerance so he only feel a bit tipsy. As for Steven, he was been carry by Jake since he had already wasted for only 2 cups. The eldest fish out the key as he struggles to twist the knob." Hurry up el tonto(stupid)", Jake annoyingly said as he adjusted the weigh laying on top of him." I'm trying!", Marc spatted back and groaned in frustration. When he finally manage to open the door, Marc huffed proudly before entering with his wobbling legs.

" Need help?", Jake smirked when seeing how weak Marc appeared to be right now, yet the eldest flip him a bird and walk up to his bedroom. Jake decided to bring themselves into the bathroom and placed Steven on the tiles gently." Hmm~", Steven hummed with his baby face scrunch up as in signalling to puke. Flipping the lid ajar, Jake motivate the boy to let it all out." Uuffh-bleeeh─", soon the interior waste spill out from Steven's throat and the undigested foods can be seen hitting the water. Jake tenderly rub his small back that is lacking in muscles, unlike his and Marc." Just like that, Steven. Let all them out", Jake mumbled and the vile smell is getting stronger by each seconds. Tears slide down from Steven's swollen eyes including snot while he is doing his business, simultaneously clutched his stomach in discomfort. 

Jake should have prevented Steven from drinking alcohol whereas he never try one before. Now observing the condition he is in, Jake sensed an ounce of shame for failing to keep his beloved brother in check. When there is nothing left to vomit, Jake lifted the weak boy up into his brawny arms and close the lid of the toilet, in contemplation of letting Steven to sit. Grabbing some tissues to wipe off the moist sticking on his redden face, additionally brush his teeth to get rid of the odour. Steven is very complying during the process and lastly, he spit out the foam in his mouth and cleanse it with tap water." You did so well, Steven", Jake petted his fluffy locks and Steven lean into the touch since he is too exhausted to comprehend his surrounding. 

Inhaling sharply at the acceptance, Jake blushed at his clinginess and dependent. Shaking away his trance, he cap wearer held Steven up again and carry him into his bedroom. Carefully placing him onto the bed and Steven instinctively clung onto the blanket. A soft moan slipped out from his pink lips at the velvety sensation. Jake should leave, though seeing how inviting the drunken teen is, he can't help himself from leering at it. The caramel skin is all flushed thanks to alcohol burning in his bloodstream, the hoodie lifted upward to reveal his hip and stomach, the tight pants showing off his round bottocks. Taking in the beautiful sight and the defenceless condition of his brother, Jake blame the alcohol for making him tipsy furthermore out of control. 

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The cold sensation from the lube become warm once it melted into the heat. Jake placed his right hand onto Steven's thigh to keep him in place. The squirming continued despite his drunkenness is weakening his physique. The middle triplet's flushed face contort into discomfort and try to get rid of the foreign object intruding his anal." I know it is uncomfortable Steven, but you will feel good soon", Jake whispered sweetly as he dragged two digits horizontally. Of course Steven is tight, since he is a virgin after all and even himself is one. But this Latino watches porn and aware how gay sex works." Jake?", Steven whimpered and his vision is blurry, yet manage to pinpoint whoever is on top of him. The brain is playing tricks on him and making him see cloud. 

Jake kiss his pink, plump lips and the taste of alcohol is thick in each other's mouth. His tongue insert into the wet cavern and taste the bitterness plus sweet flavour from the older ones." Mmm~", it is a messy kiss with two side having no clue how to make-out properly. The duo easily became out of breath and Jake is the first one to lean away, panting heavily. Steven gagged instantly when oxygen fill his lungs and pursue to sob. Instead of stopping, Jake admire his crying face and is too late to realise the alcohol is controlling his system. Pulling out the fingers harshly and unaware the sting it brought to Steven." Stop pwease~", Steven begged weakly and of course got ignored." I promised it will feel so good, hermano(brother)", Jake swiftly yanked down his pant along with the boxer, allowing his hard membrane sprung out. It is still in the middle of developing and the two of them is the same size.

The Spanish boy settle between the opened thighs and eagerly guide his genital forward until the tip poke the hole. Steven arches his back as it felt like his inside is breaking apart due to the stretch. Fat liquid trailed down from his eyes including a shriek erupt into the atmosphere." Noo~!", Steven hiccups and cried more. Jake is not really the patient type and is also a noob when it comes to sex, so he began at a fast pace. He winced at the compactness," Loosen up a bit, Stevie". The English boy fisted the sheet at each pound Jake send and the burning increases." P-please stop! It's hurt!", Steven screamed on top of his lungs and pleaded pathetically. Marc had blackout in the next room and would not wake up anytime soon. 

" Mierda (fuck), you feel so good, cariño(sweetie)", Jake complimented and the pleasure is on topnotch. Selfishly gaining all the sensual gratification to himself and have lack of concern for his partner. The slap of the skin are indecent to hear for other people, yet it is arousing for Jake alone. The scorching liquid pool from the hole and the redness tinted the white sheet where nobody savvy. Jake gripped the slender hip where his nails dig into the flesh and might leave marks in the next morning. Admiring every facial expression Steven created and the open lips allowed saliva to drool." J-jake stoop~!", Steven sniffed his own snot and choke on his tears. The howl is pitiful, but in Jake's mind, he thought Steven is feeling rapture just like he did." I know you are feeling good too, querido(darling). I am too~", Jake moaned and aimlessly thrust his pelvis. 

Seizing the neglected dick into his right hand and awarded a few bumps that earn a reaction from Steven." N-noo, no, p-please stop!", the pleading had become deaf ears and Jake are been completely delusional to himself. He cannot help himself but bite down the exposed collar with his shape canines, hard enough for small amount of blood to ooze. Steven's volume raised at the affliction and cannot escape from those dirty touches. Seeing the red mark satisfy Jake's thirst and it is a sign of possession." You looked beautiful, Stevie. Mine", Jake said possessively at the end. Considering they are still moving forward and have no experience, the duo is quick to climax." I'm close, Stevie. Let's come together, yeah?", Jake suggested and jerk his manhood quicker. The teenage below throw his head backward at the change of speed and body trembled at this unwanted lust. 

The twitching sign from their genitals indicated the final point where they are unable to hold it in." Mierda(fuck)!", Jake cursed simultaneously his voice crack. Tugging the red-angry length outward, the slit loosen a rope of semen onto Steven's buttocks. Whilst the British boy came on his rough palm and some landed on his flat stomach. Soon his shaft went limp and exhaustion wash all over his physique. Also the fact Steven gone unconscious aftermath ascribed to the overwhelming activity they had done. Finally, Jake obtain his conscience back and lower his gaze to spot crimson fluid painted the sheet." Cagar(crap)!", Jake exclaimed in shock at the discovery. The first thing in Jake's mind is guilt and shame for the act he force onto his blood-related brother. Currently, he should worry about getting rid of these evidence. 

The youngest triplet quickly change out the sheet, throw it into the washing machine, clean up Steven and dress him in new clothes. All he hope is for Steven to forget everything regarding tonight 

When next morning arrived, luckily for him, Steven have lack of recollection regarding yesterday's night and blamed the alcohol for deleting his memory. Needless to say, Jake is glad at the same time incapable to face him. After the incident, Jake began to put distance between him and his siblings as well as brought some chicks into their home in order to distract himself from fantasy about Steven. Of course Steven noticed the sudden change and try sought out the problem between them. Though Jake shut him off majority of the time and make sure to not came across Steven at home. Which brings him either stay at some girls house or hangout with some bad group for the purpose of staying away from his home. It is an order for protecting Steven from him, moreover for himself to run away. 

Khonshu, who later found out about his delinquency and had enough of this behaviour, where there is always complain from school, street fight, drugs usage, disobeying traffic law and etc. So Khonshu offered him a job which it is most likely befitted him. It is an assassin contract under the signature of Khonshu. Since he is a millionaire who deal with illegal stuff and act like a normal parent in front of his children. It is a plan to keep Jake distracted from his problem and used his skill for better efficiency. There is always something dark lurking in Jake's eyes and Khonshu aware it is abnormal for an 18 yrs old to possess. Marc is his first client, and now Jake is the second.

Shortly posterior to their separation, the siblings bond become lesser and there is no contact between the trio.

Jake wakes up groaning thanks to the nightmare, more like a piece of memory from the past. This dream, he haven't had it for a long time." ¿Porqué ahora?(why now)", he thought to himself, raising his left palm to grace the dark locks backward. Cold sweat covering his scarred skin and teeth clenches tightly. The movement from the right move slightly and this catches Jake's attention on the naked woman. Jake spare no more glance as he began to dress himself up for his shift and gather his wallet including keys. Succeeding in making himself look presentable, Jake depart from the woman's apartment and out into the street without looking back. It is only an one nightstand with no mutual feelings. Finding his car still parked at the exact position from last night, Jake unlock the door to hop in. 

His stomach rumbles to inform the need for refreshment. Jake is thinking about going to his usual bar to get some dinner and with the location set, Jake begin to drive.

Unexpectedly, it is not his intention to stop in front of Steven's apartment. The Latino sigh in defeat at what is wrong with him. He should get a breakfast and not stalking his brother. Unsure what is attracting him to this place, but one thing he is 100 percent clear about is getting too close would result in everything he had done until now to become a waste." Mierda(shit)", Jake cuss at himself.

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Steven stared at the phone in his hands as he debate deeply whether to call the name of the person or not. He slipped out a British slang and take a deep breath before pressing the phone button with a swipe of his thumb." Steven", a gruff voice from the other side surprises the British man. Steven thought it would take a moment for Marc to accept his call after their previous fight, and never predicted he would pick up his phone after one ring. The phone fall from his grasp and landed on the wooden floor." Bollocks!", he inhaled sharply and quickly seize the device from the floor with his body stumble down clumsily." H-hey Marc", he awkwardly greeted. The person on the line is breathing unnaturally as in trying to process." What, why did you call?", it sounded soft and there is no sign of anger. Steven is relieve that he isn't disturbing the eldest or knowing whether he is still upset. 

" U-umm, where are you right now?", Steven is closed to stuttering and attempt to relax his muscles. For some reason, it feels like he is talking to a stranger rather than his own brother." The Maryland hotel", Marc answered casually." I, uuuh, c-can I come over?", Steven shyly asked and is playing with his sleeve quietly, an old habit when he is anxious." Yes, I mean, sure", the delighted tone from the volume lessen a bit of his nervousness." Y-yeah. I-uuh, see you then", Steven awkwardly paused at the end." Yeah, see you later, Steven", the said person failed to register the longing in his tone and shut off the call. Steven unsure how many sigh he had been heaving out. But he can't continue to run away and not face the problem. Now that he finally encountered Jake, the middle child selfishly want to cling onto their bond like how they used to. Savvy they all had their own lives to deal with, Steven feel egocentric for acting on his own accord.

" I should hurry", Steven shake himself out from his daze and began to pick out some outfits for outing. But still, his clothes are always baggy, moreover old fashioned. Sending one last glance at the three mirrors, making sure he looked presentable at least and then off him go departing from his flat. It doesn't require bus service and Steven choose to walk toward the hotel. Totally oblivious with the taxi car following him from the rear. It took couple of minutes to arrive at his destination and Steven reluctantly enter after standing by the entrance, blocking the tourist's path. Apologizing sincerely in a weak voice as he walk pass the tourist and approached the receptionist." Welcome to Maryland hotel, how can I help you?", a college female politely welcomed." I'm here to visit my brother, his name is Marc Spector", Steven inform and waited patiently for the girl to finish typing on the computer.

" Mr. Spector is at room 45 and do you need anything else?", the curly hair man shakes his head and appreciated her helpfulness before sauntering up the elevator. During the ascend, Steven is on edge about facing his own brother who doesn't see him as one. He had been deliberating a lot and after meeting Jake, his third triplets, it had encouraged him to stop avoiding. When a ding sound emitted into the small space, Steven respired heavily in advance to take a step out. Following the room number and carefully read the sign until he discovered the one he is looking for. Again, his hands is shaking to brought up for the sake of announcing his arrival." You had come this far, Steven. Don't chicken out!", he reminded himself the business he is here for. Preparing himself to knock against the well-furnished door and body is rigid as he waited.

The door swung ajar without delay and Steven lied about preparing to meet his oldest triplet. Pair of similar iris locked with each other and seems to be in trance. Marc wordlessly placed a fixation on the shorter man and there is nothing but adoration in his eyes." Hey. . .", Marc disturbed the awkward silence." Hey Marc", Steven forcefully smiled and have no plan ahead." Come on in", Marc encouraged as he step aside for the youngest to enter. Steven observed the interior with amazement and it is his first time in a hotel. Marc continue to leer at the British man quietly and waited for him to finish admiring first, and let him begin when to start the conversation." It looked nice and comfy", Steven said and is off the topic." Yeah", Marc nodded in agreement. Facing the eldest who is folding his arms, posture straight and appeared to be unapproachable, plus dominant.

" Sorry for intruding and didn't know what the hell to say", Steven scratches his nape and avoided eye contact for a moment." No, you are not bothering me, Steven. I'm glad you decided to come visit me", Marc assured and dislike how on edge he is. Because it feels like Steven is pushing him away and act like they doesn't know each other." If you are feeling uncomfortable, you can leave", it is harsh for Marc to say this, but it probably for their own good." No!", the abrupt shout from Steven caught him off guard and there is some sort of determination in his pair of pupils." Look Marc, about that day, I-i am lost and didn't know what to do. When you show me how you feel but I was so ignorant about it and is very confused a-and. . .", Marc allowed the male to pause and then continue where he left off." Marc, what are we now?".

In his eyes, Steven is identical to an disoriented child and even Marc have no clue how to answer his question." I don't know. . .", he truthfully respond and felt a heavy streak of shame." Are we still family?", it is painfully obvious that is not the right question." S-Sorry, I shouldn't have ask such silly question", Steven retreated and body goes shrunk." . . . If you still see me as a family or not, it is up to you. But I can honestly confess that I don't see you as my brother", there is hurt in those pair of pure iris and Marc bite his inner cheek of preventing himself from comforting his triplet. They are both wounded and still wanted to cure themselves, which lead to them searching for one another." When did you starting seeing me this way?".

Marc sat down on his bed with his elbows bend on top of his knees, head staring down at his spread legs." I. . . When we are still a child, I thought I loved you as a brother and pretend it is purely platonic and overprotective. But then I began to have fancy imagination about you and realised this is not normal. So I runaway. Maybe. . . Maybe it was there all along", Marc confess and even himself unaware when it developed until discovering the true feeling during his teen years. Steven drank in the truth and don't know how to confront the American." But you told me you have a wife named Layla", Steven fisted his sleeves, hoping for something that could change his perspective of Marc." I had, but I don't feel any sort of affection toward her than I held for you. It is not the same, but it is similar to a companionship. I married her so I could forget about you. But I still have lingering feelings for you".

There is a silent break between the two and Marc is unable to think what sort of expression the man in front is making right now." You must be disgusted with me right now and you could leave if you don't want to see this pathetic of a brother of yours. And I promised not to get too close to you again, and disappear from your life", Marc spitefully speak, mostly blaming himself for hurting his precious little brother." Marc", the tender vocal which Steven tend to used and the sweetness is addicting. Kneeling opposite to him furthermore something warm covered his cheek, bringing him to face Steven's soft countenance." I am not disgusted, Marc. And I am glad that you decided to open yourself for me. To be honest, I was caught surprise there and failed to understand all these years that you had kept your feelings. I am aware you are protecting us by doing so. But. . . I don't want to see you leave again, it hurt. . .".

Marc's heart either throb in love or aches in torment, yet the person itself is mindless to these complex emotional state." You are too kind, Steven. . .", Marc blurted out and now sensing further guilt for victimise his fragile brother, tainted him with unforgettable memory." I know and I can't hate your forever, since we are brothers", Steven kept his voice gentle, like soothing an injured animal." But I-i take advantage of you and lied to you!".

The middle child is smart and comprehended where this is going." I should loathed you, but I didn't. What pains me is not knowing who my brother are and when I was left alone. I don't want to feel helpless for not knowing anything and loneliness i-is, is scary", tears found it way to cloud into Steven's chocolate eyes. The ex-mercenary's muscles twitched in anticipation to bring the weaker male into an embrace. Set of brawny arms attentively secure around the chubby body and the moist face placed on his broad shoulder. Rough thumb helped to clean the tears away and sugary murmuring sound speak from his gruff tone." I'm sorry, Steven. I'm so sorry", Marc stay strong and refused to show his weak sight. The British man dug into his body's warmth and sobbed relentless." P-please don't l-leave, Marc. . .".

" I will not leave you, Steven", his right palm caressed the soft locks and slide down intending to massage his brother's nape." I'll promise", the American added at the end and cradle him securely. His left hand rub comforting circles and chin rested on Steven's collar. The middle triplet clung onto his white shirt similar to a desperate kid disapproved someone to steal their toy away. 

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Behind the screen, Jake saw the middle triplet emerged out from the hotel with his eyes puffy in red, yet there's a huge smile on his cheek. Jake aware the man have been crying, though didn't know what's the cause of his grieve. However, it didn't look sad. All Jake could think of is he must have meet with someone, but who? 

Then a knock disturbed his concentration, making him scowl at who is responsible. Pulling the window down as he glanced at the couple." Hey, is your taxi is on service?", the man asked politely. The Latino wished not to take on the job, however, it can be a good distraction. So he simply nodded and gesture the couples to get on. When he stare forward, Steven's back is getting smaller and nearly blend in with the crowd.

When the next morning came, Steven is excited, especially he stay up during the night in order to tidy up his apartment. Currently, he is preparing two meal of breakfast and mostly vegan sandwich for himself, probably bacon plus egg for Marc. Considering he is unsure what he would prefer. Hearing the doorbell ring, Steven dropped his spatula and hurried toward the entrance. He eagerly twisted the knob with his right and ajar it, letting him see whose waiting by the other side." Marc!", Steven chirped at the sight of his oldest brother." Hey─Steven", Marc nearly choke on his own word at the unexpected sight of Steven wearing an baby blue colour apron. The flushes is nearly visible on his cheek and Marc shamelessly ogle at the provided scene.

" Are you going to stand there all day, or get your arse in?", Steven purposely nagged and hearing his voice manage to bring Marc out from his trance." Yeah, sorry", the younger male step aside for him to enter. Dropping the duffel bag onto the same couch he once slept in and soon found himself observing the one space flat." You clean your flat", Marc is astonished at the lack of book on the floor, misplaced socks, uncleaned cup on the desk and random objects messily arrange all over the room." Yeah, thought I need to be responsible if I have a guest coming", Steven reply and is content at his own work." I'm so proud of you", the sudden praise coming from the American caught Steven off guard. Blossom of pink find it way onto his face, spreading to his ears and neck." So fucking cute!", Marc internally scream and his hands is itching to do something." Y-your welcome", Steven stuttered shyly and it had been so long since he received such compliment. 

" Also, I'd cook some breakfast and I don't know if it fit your tasting", Steven lead him to the table with two set of plates and cups sprawl on top of it." Thank you, Steven. You are too good for me", his words held intimacy and genuine in them." Stop it, Marc. I'm not a child anymore!", Steven become awkward at the amount of applaud he been rewarded." But you loved praises, even now I could see how fluster you are", Marc commented, and is in the mood to tease the middle child." It is in the past! And go eat your breakfast before it get cold!", Steven decided to change the object since the cringe is too much for him to handle. Marc chuckled before he did as he was told. Both men sit oppositely to each other, grabbing the utensils that is provided.

" I didn't know you could cook", Marc said as he picked the egg into his mouth." Only the simple dish, and vegan meal", Steven included his most important diet." It's an improvement, because you used to suck at handling a pan and a pot", Steven kicked his leg beneath the table, earning a groan from the man." Don't brought up my cooking trauma", Steven warned and seeing the deadly glare make Marc sigh in defeat. If anyone ever mention about Steven's cooking, mostly the past, he will flip, similar to his name situation. The deep laugh emitted from Marc is rare, especially it would be an impossible mission to make him crack his solid exterior. Breakfast proceeded in a particular normal way.

" Let me wash the dish", Marc offered as he feel guilty for not doing anything so far." You're the guest here, Marc. Relax", Steven assures and put on the same apron again. Marc try to dart his eyes away from the figure, yet find himself failed to suppress his curiosity. It hug his curvy body perfectly, especially outlining his none slender hip. He slapped his hands onto his upper face, rubbing the temples in order to ease his thought from running wild. Now, they appeared to be like a married couples." Do you not have work today?", Marc start a subject in order to get himself distracted." Nope", Steven slipped out a satisfy pop sound at the end." Fuck. . .", Marc mumbled quietly, but still audible for the other party to hear." What?".

" Nothing".

There's a silent agreement between the two that Marc should take the couch like their usual dividend. Marc stared at his flip phone, noticing the awful silent lately. No calls. Of course he had his own suspicion, whether what his ex-wife is up to, or his old man's usual business. While he is too lost in thought, he failed to register the sound of door creaking." Marc, you can use the bathroom now", Steven called him out and this instantly steal his attention away from the device on his palm. It is the moment where Marc doesn't remember to breathe. Standing adjacent to him is his little brother wearing a black dolphin short with a drawstring, and a regular t-shirt. The droplet of water is visibly trailing down his caramel skin and down his curls. The towel wrapped around his neck is left abandoned it function to dry the owner. Revealing his pair of smooth thighs with lack of scars and cute little moles planted on some part of his thigh. 

The American's eyes darken in a flash and all his common sense is thrown out the window. Steven left with no time to react until a harsh clasp on his left wrist got yanked downward until his body crash onto the couch, allowing the older male to pin him from above." Oww! Bloody hell, you knob!", Steven hissed when his back graze in friction with the rough fabric." Are you doing this on purpose, Steven?", Marc growled out and his set of palms by Steven's head fisted into rocks." Wha?", Steven slanted his eyelids to notice the preparatory look exhibited from the man on top. Gulping down when he remember what sort of expression this is." I─Marc, can you please get off?", Steven meekly requested and dislike the closure they shared. 

" Wow", the British man squeaked upon feeling Marc purposely utilise his body weight to pin him, leaving no room to struggle." Stop testing me, Steven. I'm at my limit", the American huskily warned. Steven instantly realised the tent pressure against his own private and blush crawl over his cheek. It not like he forget about his brother's affection toward him, rather didn't want this topic to emerge again. But he can't ignore it forever." If you don't like it, then tell me to stop and push me away, Steven!", because Marc cannot suppressed it anymore longer. Each second is like a ticking bomb and he is incapable to hurt his beloved brother for the second time." What are you doing?", Marc is too perplexed by the embrace provided from the younger male." Comforting you", Steven stated in an obvious tone. Marc gritted his teeth at his generosity, or stupidity." No, Steven. Don't", his limit is nearly at it peak and afraid he will lose control. 

The thumb softly brushed over his eyebrows, trying to loosen the stiffness of Marc's wrinkles. Steven held his cheek within his two palms, peering lovingly into his tensed, furrow iris." You are in pain", Steven uttered and smile when the eldest lean into his touch, additionally his facade had slightly relaxes. However, the lust is still present." I know what you are thinking and I'm scared too. . . But I trust you, Marc", the sweetness in his tone wavered and it is rightfully honest. The restrict breaks and the control is lost to greedy desire." Don't regret this, Steven".

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Before the two siblings can go any further, the phone coincidentally ring and Marc audibly let out a disapproval grunt. Steven utilise all his strength to pry the older off and hop onto the floor on two feet. Then he proceed to grab his phone to see a familiar name pop on the screen. Tapping into the green button, Steven set it near his ear." Hey dad!", Steven chirp happily. Still, Khonshu never get accustom to how joyful his second son is." Is Marc there?", he get straight to the point and this is how he always been." Yeah, you wanna talk to him?", when he receive an affirmative from the older man, Steven offer the phone to the oldest who take it to his dismay.

" Hey Khonshu", Marc rudely greeted like he usually are." Is that the way to talk to your own father!", Steven could hear the booming sound from his position. The eldest is visibly annoy since his frown deepen naturally." What do you want?", Marc query with his hand on his hip. Suddenly, Marc stood up from the couch and send a glance at Steven before sauntering out the apartment. Steven want to follow, wondering what sort of conversation they are exchanging which require privacy. Though he waited patiently on the sofa and refuse the urge to sneak on them. So, he decided to read books to kill the time. 

A mins or more later, Marc enter with the device in his hand and slick his bangs to the back, an instinct when he is anxious or pondering." Everything's okay?", Marc snap his attention on the youngest who had his legs against the chest and arms loop around the knees, glasses on his eyes plus book open." Yeah, that old man is asking to see me", Marc tell and did not dive into much further behind their 'chat'. Steven aware the oldest had a rocky relationship with their father since he remembered the last time he left house, the two held an argument for several days. Despite Steven trying to consult Khonshu, the adult kept a firm mouth and utter now word. It is like he had already abandoned Marc and pretended he lost a son. However, upon hearing Khonshu want to meet Marc, the middle child is somehow relief that they may see each other again. 

" Hey Marc", the older man give him the attention and the softness in his gaze swept the exhaustion away." Wanna go out?", Steven suggest, thinking this would put his mind off things. Marc instantly agreed and the duo decide to get ready. When Steven come out wearing the same baggy clothings, Marc is judgemental regarding his taste." We need to buy you something new", Steven glare at him offendedly. Instead, Marc wear a simple white t-shirt which show-off his muscular physique with ripped jean, a silver watch on his left, sunglasses on top of his head and the star necklace dangle around his collar. Even a simple dress wear is good on him since he had a fit body. Honestly, Steven is both jealous and in awe with whatever suited the eldest, which leave him speechless between their argument.

" You don't know since you are bloody handsome!". Marc inhale through his gritted teeth at the envy praise and did Steven understand how much it did a number on him? 

" Come on, I'll pick you a few clothes that will look good on you", Marc considerately propound and of course there is no way Steven can reject his kind proposal." Aight, if you don't make me look like a clown", the eldest find it amusing and shakes his head in reassurance. 

Walking through the shopping centre and looking through the row of garments been displayed within the store." Marc look!", the said person change his focus on Steven who is holding a t-shirt with pineapple pattern printed on it. Marc cringe at his taste and never expected it would go this low." What is that look?", Steven sweat drop when the oldest seem to be regretting." Put that back, Steven", Marc demand and leave no room for arguing." But I like it", the British man huff in defeat and in the end, he obey. The American's stern eyes roam over the attire hang on the hook and it not necessary long for Marc to steal each different fabric that become one set outfit." Try these", he push the clothes into his brother's arms and usher him to go change into it. Seeing him disappearing into the changing room, Marc sat down at one of the offered cushion and await for him to finish. 

5 minutes pass until the shower curtain is push apart. A shy man stroll out in a new image and is silently gazing at the older man, waiting for his opinion.

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" So? How do I look?", Steven have enough of his ogling and the silence is making him on edge. Finally hitting back to reality, Marc lock his eyes into a pair of similar colour ones." Looks good", said and is not a kind of person who can express proper compliment. A genuine smile brought onto Steven's cheek and seeing his current mood send a wash of warmth into Marc's chest. Still, their shopping didn't end here since Marc insisted the second youngest to try out all sort of outfit and disregard whatever Steven chooses.

It is until Marc notice the number of eyes on them, mostly the workers or some passerby who is in awe with seeing a twin. Possessiveness rapidly seal his chest and he slip out a bitter growl, glaring at whoever dare meet his eyes and make them scurry away. If you walk pass a certain section of the store, you could feel a dangerous aura sipping from a particular terrifying male.

It is until the end where the British is too drain out to try more, so Marc call it a day." That would be £680, sir", Steven cough at the amount, meanwhile Marc swipe the card with lack of hesitation." T-that's too much, Marc!", he whisper to the oldest twin and seize his left arm gently." They are for you, dummy. This amount means nothing", it is the saving he gained after quitting as a mercenary additionally some unspeakable work which Steven doesn't need to know." B-but", brushing his protest aside, Marc effortlessly carry five bags consisted of Steven's new outfits. Marc guide them out as Steven is left following along and complain about the money they had spend, even promised to pay him back. Though Marc object his idea and with his firm voice, the youngest cannot disobey.

Afterward, the siblings stop in front of a bakery store and agreed to take a lunch. Certainly, the employee stood behind the counter is bewilder at their same matching exterior and instantly blush upon the sight of them. It would be indeed that she displayed such expression since Marc properly doll Steven up, and it is his fine art to make his brother look presentable to anyone's else. However, it is suppose to be only him allowed to look at Steven this way. He skillfully move in front of Steven, blocking the girl's vision from eyeing his twin and quickly list out his order." A red eye and tiramisu for me. A large affogato and crème brûlée for my brother please", Marc try, initially tug his lips up and the female fail to realise it is a deception of kindness." Y-yes", she snap herself out from her daze and attempt to type on the cash register." That would be £25.10, sir", a paper is slap onto the counter, catching the female in surprise." There's no need for change", Marc coolly said and drag the British man along within his pace.

" I can order it myself and what was that all about? Hey!", Steven nag and allow Marc to settle his arm around the shoulder. The eldest utilise his height including his strong physique to hide Steven as much as possible, whilst the youngest is oblivious to his act. Marc take them to the seat at the end corner where it is the easiest portion to corner Steven and hide him from plain view." Are you alright?", Steven depict it must be his episode's fault." No, nothing", Marc exhibit a flash of his teeth, but Steven is not really convince after everything that has happen. Furthermore the morning call from dad." I'm going to use the lavatory, stay here", Marc ascend himself and tread in the vicinity of the washroom. Now that his brother is not blocking the view, Steven can observe the entire sitting area and there is a lot of customers at this hour.

In the amidst of waiting, a certain woman approach him and she is definitely not looking so good from Steven's opinion." Marc? Where have you been?", the unknown woman is unsure as she study his face. Then it switches to dejection moreover exasperation." Why did you left me, Marc? You didn't return my calls and my texts? And what is this divorce paper about?". Steven don't know whether to cut her off and let her continue her rambling. Swallowing his uneasiness, Steven carefully agape his lip." Sorry m-miss, but Marc is my brother", the female contorted her facial to suspicion." Then who are you?".

"My name is Steven Grant, Steven with a 'v'", he make sure to end it with his initial quote. Her expression is the same as other people who find out he is twin with either Marc and Jake." Layla", a thick American accent speak from their side and they twist their neck to spot Marc standing firmly." Layla? She's your wife?". 

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" Marc?", Layla turned her attention away from Steven and focused on the man who just arrive. A look of disbelief shown across her facade at the two copied faces." Hello, Layla", Marc greeted and his expression is soft when eyeing the female." You─", darting her focus on the two lads before comprehending their connection." Let's find a quiet place to talk", Marc suggested, knowing this is a business between him and her." Marc", Steven lifted himself up when seeing the duo was about to move out." Sorry Steven", Marc sadly apologized, savvy he had ruin the date." I'll be back soon". In the end, Steven can only nodded his head and believed his white promise. Layla is the first to storm out from the cafe and the ex-husband follow suit, leaving the British man alone in the diner which can carry multiple people.

" A red eye, tiramisu, large affogato and crème brûlée!", the waitress shouted from the counter in order to inform their lunches is ready. Steven proceed to get their order and making sure to appreciate her at the end. Walking back to his table, Steven placed the tray on the wooden flat and pick out the ones he'd asked for. Seeing the well-organised dessert, the curly strand man is in no mood to eat. Usually he ate on his own without any problem, yet now, it felt lonely and unappetising. No matter how good the desserts is, Steven cannot bring himself to enjoy it."¿Quién se atreve a dejar a una monada sola?(who dare leave a cutie by themselves)", a familiar accent brought Steven out from his daze and pursued to face his guest.

" Jake!", Steven went bewildered at his sudden appearance and incapable to contain the excitement in his chest." Hola hermano(hello brother)", Jake occupy the seat originally for Marc and flashes his signature grin." What are you doing here?", Steven asked giddily and seeing his beloved brother back to his usual self gave Jake a sense of proudness." I'm a regular here", Jake said casually as he fixated on the pair of brown glittering iris and the once loneliness is long gone. Of course, Jake cannot tell that he had been watching from behind the taxi's window and witnessed everything. Especially not expecting the man Steven is meeting would be the eldest brother. Saying he doesn't had rivalry relationship between Marc would be a lie." Such a small world, innit", Steven smiled wider and having a thought of meeting Jake in the future after knowing this is the place he usually hangout in. 

" Can you even finish this all by yourself?", Jake query as he glanced down at the table filled with drinks and desserts." No, it is Marc's portion but he left. . .", Steven's tone flattened at the end and his expression is similar to an abandoned big dog. Jake crushed his left fist hidden beneath the table at whoever the cause to make him into this condition, whilst plastered on an unbothered smile." U-umm, Jake?", Steven watches at Jake took the red eye into his glove and drank it in one gulp." His taste is still shit", Jake commented afterward." But aren't you guys love bitter and alcoholic coffee", Steven grinned and remembered how they both have similar plus different traits. Jake pinched the tiramisu with a fork and ajar his mouth, revealing set of razor-like canines that can be comparable to Marc's. Taken a bite of the dessert as Jake silently eat away.

Feeling his ambience had gone up a bit thanks to the company, Steven found himself digging into the crème brûlée, furthermore drank the large affogato. Even though he is not a coffee type, he is gratitude that his brother ordered solely for him." Thanks Jake", Steven muttered sincerely." What for?", Jake hummed questioningly. Seeing the perfect spread of his well-refined lips encouraged Jake to stare longer." Nothing", Steven dismissed it with the same jolly grin. The cap wearer smirked teasingly," Tell me, hermano mayor(big brother)~". The said person became flustered at the sudden usage of tone including the title. He aware what it meant, especially Jake tend to utilised it whenever he feel the mood to tease him." Fuck", Jake internally cursed at the innocent sight and unable to comprehend whether this choice of his to make itself visible to his brother should be regretted, or not. Yet, he can't helped the fluttering of his heart whenever he can steal any sort of emotions from him since Steven cannot hide his facial well enough.  

" Oh yeah, have you meet Marc yet?", Jake stopped chewing the spongy cake within his mouth and trying to suppressed the fall of his facade." No, I haven't", is all he answered and wish not to dwell on this conversation." Maybe we should talk together sometimes, just the three of us like old days!", Steven chirped as he proposed the idea and being an oblivious man he is, he failed to realise the discomfort it brought for the youngest." I don't think that's a good idea, hermano", Jake set the fork down as he meet the middle's shining iris with his duller ones." Why?", Steven tilted his head sideway." Because. . . We are both busy and I don't think our schedule would match", Jake came up with an excuse despite he had free time to hook up some ladies or fight in a drunken bar." We'll manage!", Steven still refused to back down. Fisting the gloves underneath the table, Jake pressed his incisors tightly." No, Steven!".

The chatting in the atmosphere become muffling after the abrupt shout from the Latino. Everyone side-glance at Jake, whilst Steven winced in petrified. Guilt instantly wash over him when seeing the current expression Steven is displaying. It is rare for Jake to raise his voice, mostly it is Marc's job and the Spanish man never expected to yell at his older triplet who only want what is good for them. However, both Marc and Jake is brute plus unsociable, so it would be unhealthy for the two of them meet." I'm sorry, Steven", Jake apologises as he tip his cap down and gloves sank into his pockets." Wait, Jake", the British afraid to extend his hands outward to seize Jake. Knowing he had a silent temper, it is necessary to give the youngest some space for him to sort out stuff. Again, Steven is left isolated by his loved ones and there is nothing he can do about it. Shortly, without knowing of his own physical condition, air cannot be exchange through his lungs and Steven found himself wheezing. Palms secured around his chest and legs wobble to keep standing. The noise turned deaf in his ears and the throb in his mind is beckoning him to blackout this instant. 

Hearing a thud, Jake rotated his head to be met with an unforeseen sight. Laying on the ground shivering is none other than the middle triplet. Pair of mismatching pupils goes widen and Jake's body move on it own accord." Steven!".

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The rolling sound from the wheelchair as it glides across the white tiles from the hospital including the hurried footsteps from the nurses and doctors. The mumbling noises had become deaf ears and the beeping from the machine was annoying. Pair of leather gloves remain clenched together, as in digging into its own flesh. The mismatching iris is glaring murderously at his spread feet and his lowered stances caused the cap to cover his entire stone face. The watch around his left wrist is forgotten as in unaware how much time has passed. The same thoughts run through his mind regarding his sibling's health. A woman in white finally revealed herself from the door next to his left and Jake immediately caught the figure flashing from his perspective."¿Cómo está Steven?(how is Steven)", Jake unintentionally raised his voice and anxiety had gotten the better of him.

The doctor is unfazed by his outburst and calmly says," Mr. Grant is fine and is currently resting. And may I ask who are you to him?"." I'm his brother", Jake declared and glanced between the door which hides half of the bed's view and then on the woman." Please sign this form so we would know you are his family", the doctor displayed a document and this increased his impatience." I don't have time for this! I need to see Steven!", Jake roared yet multiple nurses blocked his path and his shout earned various attention from the guards on post." I know how you feel, mister. But it is our hospital's requirement and it only takes a minute", the woman pursued to push on, leaving the Spanish man no choice but to abide.

Stealing the document and pen from her grasp as Jake scribbles down in less than the said minute. Pushing the clipboard roughly back into the woman's arms with the pen fell onto the floor. The cab driver didn't look back as he impatiently quick-walk inside." What an arsehole!", one of the nurse commented, yet the doctor paid no mind to his attitude since she witnessed a lot of this sort of behaviour. Staring down at the retrieved file and her pair of pupils scan through the black pen. It is messy, similar to kindergarten's style and purposely written in Spanish." Leave them be", the doctor simply said and continued forward in the vicinity of other patient's room.

The youngest triplet become dreaded at the sight of the laying man on a pure white sheet." Steven", the name unconsciously slipped out from his lip like an enchantment. His instinct is telling him to go near his side, which he did whilst he is unaware when he got so close. Kneeling down on one leg as he places his right glove onto the warm cheek that is resuming back to its original colour. Gliding softly along his jawline, the shape of his nose, the thick eyebrows, the messy curls and lastly the sealed lips. Studying how the tube is connecting to his nostrils additionally the pulse and the plain garment drape all over his body. The monitor is beating at a steady pace to show there is still sign of life and not at an incurable condition. 

Guilt, hopelessness, grief and bewilderment came crashing onto him, and the man itself allowed everything to force in. The memory of Steven collapse onto the hard ground without anyone arrive to rescue and the reason behind such accident remain a mystery. At the moment when Jake held the motionless body, he felt weak plus despair of unsure what to do other than allowing the experts to put him onto a cart, pushing into the ambulance. Getting off from the ground as he settle down on the single couch which is part of the aesthetic and continue to examine his brother's condition. His right hand automatically clasp the cigarette including lighter from the chest pocket and have the itch to smoke whenever he is feeling negative. Yet he prevented himself.

Both Marc and Layla shared one last hug before separating. Now they are definitely ex-couples. Marc scratches his nape awkwardly with his eyes darted elsewhere as in unbeknownst of what to say." We can still be friends in need", Layla suggested and the eldest triplet cannot agree more. The duo exchanged smiles and parted on happy term, which both sides need." Also, tell Steven that I am sorry for being rude", Layla added before the American can saunter off." Sure, and Steven is a forgivable man so no need to worry about you on his hate list", Marc teased to which earn a roll of her eyes." See you, bastard", Layla grinned prior to slamming the door. Soon enough, Marc departed in the direction of his brother's apartment, thinking he must be home considering the conversation between his ex-wife is unfortunately long. After dialing the number, Marc awaited for the other side to answer. Nonetheless, there is no response other than the robotic voice saying the person he is calling is unavailable. Furrowing his eyebrows at the silent treatment, Marc pursues to call again but to no luck to reach his brother's phone. 

He quickens his run across the street where the flat lies and his rapid breathing is puffing out steam. His own heartbeats are the only source that could be heard including the thumping of his shoes colliding against the concrete. Seeing a familiar door, Marc fish out the replica key and insert into the hole where he gives a good twist. Turning the knob to the left, Marc yanks the door aside as he dash up the stairs where the last defense is blocking his path. Unlocking the last door which enables him to step foot into the apartment." Steven?", the name resonate across the atmosphere and everything around the flat stayed untouched. Rushing into the bathroom to see the exact emptiness, moreover the coldness in the air is lacking in human presence.

His right hand picked up the phone again and brought it near his ear. The ringing tune carries on as usual, furthermore Marc refuses to give up on the search. Fortunately, the annoying chime ceased." Steven!", Marc exclaimed and his breath was short due to his concern is overloaded." Come to the St.Thomas's hospital now", a gruff vocal which bears an accent utter from the volume. Before Marc can question who the random man dares to use his brother's phone, the line got cut off in a flash." Fuck!", clicking his tongue simultaneously gracing his slick hair back in disbelief. 

Rushing past the glass door as the breathless man roams his set of chocolate iris around the hall. Approaching the receptionist who is answering the phone and failing to realize a storm is brewing." Where is Steven?!", the poor receptionist nearly jumped out from her seat." U-umm sorry?", she meekly query." Steven Grant. Whish room is he in?", the frightened woman is too afraid to ask for his identification and abandoned the person who she is chatting with. Her skill fingers type the keyboard as fast as she could since she didn't want to get murder." R-room 125, on the second floor─". Marc bolted promptly without listening the end of the sentence, leaving the nurse gawking at his strong back. Taking the elevator is not Marc's favorable solution by reason of many patients plus workers are taking advantage of the technology, which is stalling time. Choosing the long cut which is the stairs and thanks to his previous job as a mercenary, the ascendant is a child's play. 

Finally arriving on the second floor within a minute, Marc glared hostility at the door's tag. Still accelerating at the same speed with his hawk-like optics attempt to locate the series he is searching for. It is not long until his frowning eyes sparkle in hope. Clutching the knob with his large palm drawn with veins and swaying it to the side. Instead of content, Marc doesn't know how to feel anymore upon facing an identical face looking back at him. It is an unexpected event where he obtains the chance to meet the youngest triplet in full package." Jake".

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Two reflection images stare at one another and nobodu dare to make a sound. Jake is the first person to tip his hat over his eyes, breaking eye contact. Bringing himself back to reality, Marc switch his focus on the third triplet laying on the hospital bed." How's Steven?", Marc questions as he inches closer to the unconscious man." He survived", Jake replied shortly. The large hand caress his younger brother's pale facade and the body temperature is coming back to normal." Do you know what happened to Steven?", Marc knows that he is using Steven as an excuse to ask for Jake's well-being. Because the two are never on good terms and only Steven is there to encourage them to get along. Jake can only shrug as he is too impatient to check on his brother that he dismissed the doctor's explanation. The wordless sentence then share between the duo as there is nothing came into their mind that can be spoken. 

" How are you, Jake?", Marc brought his courage to ask after some awkward silence. The said person peek through the gap underneath the cap before opening his mouth," ¿Te importa?(Do you care)". Marc still held some knowledge regarding Spanish and he cannot help but furrowed his eyebrows at the youngest attitude." I do and can you stop being an ass for one second!", Marc abruptly barked and was born with anger issues. Usually he can control it, but after the incident with his ex-wife, Steven being hospitalised and meeting one of his brothers which they never have a good relationship with; he snapped." Says the man who only cares about himself", Jake taunted and it is his habit to infuriate the oldest because it is fun, yet for different purpose this time. 

Soon enough the Latino got dragged up from his chair with the collar clutch within a fist." You never change at all!", Marc's anger is at its peak, but Jake wasn't fazed by his outburst. A taunting smirk drew across his face to see this side of the American never change as well." You have always been a selfish person, hermano (brother). When you leave Steven alone for your ex-wife", pair of eyes went widen at the truth uttered from the Spanish man." You followed us?", he is shocked moreover vexed at his naivety for not noticing it sooner." You didn't know Steven was taken to the hospital nor how he blacked out in the middle of the ground. If I wasn't there, I don't know who Steven can dependent on", saying those sentence brought a bitter memory in Jake's mind. He was there when the event happened and it is like his heart got split into half at the sight of his beloved brother lying lifelessly on the floor.

" Shut up".

" You abandoned him", Jake is not one to say since he was about to forsake Steven before he collapsed. A punch rapidly met his cheek and this caused Jake to stumble backward, catching himself on the wall. Spitting out a tiny bit of blood flowing down his teeth and already got accustomed to the iron taste. Violence is the only answer that could solve between the two and it always has been. Jake's left eye is illuminating brighter scarlet colour as rage ignites within his heart. Before the twin could close the gap, a deep voice erupted into the atmosphere." Enough!".

The two turn their heads to be met with a sight of pure white garment wrapped around a tall man standing by the entrance." Khonshu/Old man", the two said in sync and was baffled to notice his appearance." This is a hospital, idiots and this is no way to respect the patient", Khonshu rebuked and have had enough with their childish act." What are you doing here?", Marc asked rudely and kept his glare firm. Watching the elderly approaching the bed and the icy iris descended on the person breathing on the bed. Afterward, Khonshu walked elegantly over to the free chair and placed himself down, crossing his legs with his gloved hands on top of the knee." You know, don't you?", Marc pushed on. 

" I am not the one who you should ask", Khonshu simply responded." Why didn't you tell us?!", Jake growled, simultaneously baring his fangs." Because Steven told me to keep it a secret". This is to be anticipated by the reason that Steven is this sort of person who keeps things for himself because he doesn't want people to worry." When did this happen?", Khonshu looks at the eldest who is having a mix of emotions. Fortunately, they suppress it after his arrival and it seems like his teaching is still imprinted in their mind." The day you two left", the two dropped their heads in shame upon the answer. Seeing the hopeless state his sons are in, Khonshu also feels a twinge of guilt and a failure of a parent. Not that he blames himself, and also as a consequence of always being a poor parent before his offspring are even born.

" His health is getting worse during his teens. I try to send him to therapy and search all kinds of doctors. But it has somehow stabilised. I thought the mere presence of you two coming back to Steven's life will improve him. However, the result is the opposite", Khonshu explained, yet didn't reveal much details as to what his disorder is." When the worm wakes up, you should ask him. But after that, I want you two out of Steven's life forever". Both Marc and Jake are bewildered at the last speech, sharing the exact shock expression." You can't do that", Jake prevented himself from screaming and still held some respect for the older man." I can't, but you can. Didn't you forget the day you both left Steven without remorse", the reminder sent thick affliction into their heart." If you guys can do it once, then doing it twice is easy". Marc desired to remark, but swallow down those words that don't sound like a comeback.  

Khonshu used to be suspicious of their relationship, relating to how close the trio are compared to other siblings. Later, his intuition turned into realisation. He neither accepts or rejects their taboo feelings toward the middle child. As long as it will not hinder their usefulness as his progeny. If their love can make one individual happy, then they can continue as they be. Nevertheless, if it did the contrary, then he might need to separate them immediately. 

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Khonshu stared at the broken vase laying on the carpet where it got drenched along with the impact. The flowers are still fresh but will wilt later. Glancing at the door where his wife just stormed off, yet he did nothing to chase after her. This is it. The day where they need to sever their bond, because it died many months ago. Nobody does anything to fix it and allows their relationship to drown into the depth of the sea. Sitting back on the office chair as he torture himself with the amount of emotions shooting all at once. Red veins sprawl across his sclera, but refuse to let a single tear to slide. The wrinkles form due to his deep frown and body is exhausted from previous argument. 

Forcing himself to bring the phone to his ears after entering a particular number and waiting for the ring to cease." Hello boss?", the other side picks up instantly." I want you to arrange a car for my wi─Ms. Hathor", he stopped himself from uttering the title which was once his. The butler didn't comment regarding his way of addressing his mistress and did as they were told. His arms lower themselves with the phone free from his clutch, dropping onto the floor. This is by far the least he can do, is by driving his ex-wife to the airport and wouldn't pester her anymore regarding where she'll go. They parted ways, which means Khonshu should let her go. Still, he can't believe this is how they end. Happy ending probably not befitted his life after all." I need a drink", he mumbled to himself.

19 yrs later

Today Khonshu had a special meeting with one of his recent collaborators who informed about a rare find of an Egyptian relic and hoped to discuss a deal. Khonshu is a man who loved to gather a collection of historic artefacts, especially the Egyptian ones which shrouded in mystery. The passing scenery from the translucent frame is nothing in his eyes as he is hoping to get this done with so he can drown himself in extra work again. It is his common habit to overworked himself or pass out drinking either in his room and office in isolation. All this unhealthy lifestyle posterior to his divorce.

" We're here, boss", his chauffeur announced. A man in black ajar the door for the grey hair man to exit. Stepping out into the heat as the blazing sun is scorning at him from above. Their agreed destination is by a remote shore. Many cars following their rear find a place to park and his men immediately on standby after getting out. Striding his long legs in the direction of their meeting point with many men crowding his space, surveillance the surrounding. Perceiving multiple figures near the edge and of course, they are armed." Khonshu! It is great to see you, partner!". Anton Mogart, a French antiquities collector who shares the same interest as him and also his newest association. He is newly required a name for himself in this world, though cannot compare to Khonshu who is well-known for ages. If one hears his name, it would believable cast fear and envy from others. 

Still, the older man dislikes how this youngster acts like they know each other like sworn brothers." Where is my good?", he goes straight to the point while simultaneously studying the men's faces behind Anton's." Mercenaries", Khonshu wanted to scoff at the bunch of uneducated bandits he had employed. Yet it seems to backfired him until his gaze landed on a certain youth displaying a cold demeanour. Even though he and his wife had already parted way for centuries, he recognizes a member who shares the same bloodline. You can call him a cold-hearted father if you want, but he is not oblivious to neglect who his wife gives birth to." Marc? What is he doing here?", he didn't reveal his panic to the public and skilfully stone his face. With a flick of his finger, Anton's men brought a heavy briefcase and proceeded to open the tight locks which exhibit the found.

It was a stone carve in ancient languages that is not easy to crack and might require more than 5 PHD archeologists. Because no such character existed during Egyptian civilization and might need to go a bit further into the past. Before Khonshu can touch the object with his gloved fingers, the box closes purposely." Don't be grateful just yet, I still haven't received my reward", the Frenchie's attitude really does put bitterness in his mouth. Only requiring a small wave for his minions to heave out a large wooden box from the rear. A huff sound can be heard once placing it down. The men quickly unlock the security code for the other party to view what is inside. Anton's interest instantly sparks at the gift. It is a sarcophagus drawn in perfect strokes and painted gold. Bringing his mind out from the daze and switching back on Khonshu with a satisfied smirk. Everyone who walks in this line of job aware of Khonshu's generous service, for which he doesn't lie or give faulty products and always meet everyone's expectations. A sarcophagus belonging to king Tut. Anton doesn't know where he stole this baby from, but this is a lifetime where he shouldn't let this chance slip." It is nice to collaborate with you, Khonshu".

Their trade came to an end once each party obtained what they are here for." I need one more favour", Anton is surprised by the older man's voice, but nodded nevertheless." I need that kid", following where Khonshu is pointing, Anton glances at the teen briefly. He is surprised by the abrupt interest, yet did not question his chosen person." Sure", Anton simply gives it to him because whatever the man will do to that kid is none of his business. The mercenary is perplexed at the change of side, still, he never lets his confused expression slip." I was paid to guard you, not him", Marc remarked." Well kid, you always need to prepare yourself for the unexpected in this business. If you're lucky, you might gain double the amount I gave you", Anton shrugged, perfectly showing that he is uninterested. Warily looked between his current employer and then at the man in pure white. Knowing he had no say in this argument, Marc sauntered over to the opposite side.

Seeing his decision is made, Khonshu twirls around for the purpose of approaching his vehicle. His subordinates trail behind like always. Marc is alarmed at every aspect and is anticipating what the elderly are planning. When the door is opened by his guard for their boss to steps inside before sending the teen that stern glare again." Sit", the command is straight and clear. Reluctantly, Marc crawls himself into the luxury engine and create a gap between themselves. The chauffeur entered the front seat in order to drive back to Khonshu's territory." Marc Spector", the said person is alerted upon hearing his full name being chanted from a complete stranger." How do you know my name!", Khonshu is unfazed by his outburst and comprehends why his wife didn't tell them." Is Hathor aware you are here?", this is his first time calling out her name after 19 years." You know my mother?", his tone still carries distrust including scepticism with the entire situation.

There's a pause in the atmosphere, by reason of whether he should reveal the truth or not. Having no clue how Hathor is raising their son or why he is out here in the wild as a mercenary." Hathor. . . was my ex-wife", it pains him to state the fact. Awaiting for the youth's response, noticing he is distraught additionally lost." This is bullshit", the American silently swears, yet it goes unheard ny the adult." It seems like Hathor had given birth to a feisty scion", Marc grimaced at his comment and decided to ignore his entire existence. Certainly his disrespectful attitude infuriates Khonshu." Why don't you come work for me?", the proposal makes the younger male want to laugh.

" Where were you?", the change of course is to be expected and Khonshu remains unbothered." You are not there in our entire life. Mom needed you. . .", Marc's voice nearly came off hoarse as he remembered the lonely gaze his mother tends to display when looking out the window as if waiting for someone. Although they didn't meet long enough to catch up on the missing time, Khonshu is good at body language. No matter how strong Marc puts on a facade, he is mentally weak because he yearns for something he couldn't have." We agreed on our parting terms and that is the end of our relationship", there is lack of emotions when Khonshu utters." You are such a piece of shit". 

This irked Khonshu to the core, but he need to be professional when speaking with a brat." You have nowhere to go, are you not?", Khonshu didn't miss the flinch on his shoulder. Upon inspecting his tattered clothes and visible wounded skin, he became aware the boy had been working as a mercenary for quite some time." I can take you under my wing because you are my son. I can give you a roof to shelter, unlimited payment, education, women, foods and drinks you are impossible to feast on, access to my secret program and power. I only ask for one single thing in return. Prove yourself". Normal people would instantly die for such proffer, nonetheless, Marc understands this is a leash that will trap him forever. There is no such thing as father's and son's affection, because in Khonshu's lifestyle, there is only business. Now he comprehend why his mother leave this heartless man and refuse to bring up this topic. He shouldn't accede to this stupid treaty, though he had nothing to lose anymore, not his forbidden love. 

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Jake was the next person Khonshu encountered during one of his transactions. It was nothing but a traditional bar that looked worn out with lack of furnishing. Also located in an isolated village. A good place to trade outside of the government surveillance. There's a bar fight by the time the elder finishes today's task and is on his way back. The ground floor is roaring in motivation, driving everyone to brawl against each other." Mindless fools", Khonshu openly insulted. However, with their attention occupied, the people are unable to hear a word he says." Please follow me, boss", his subordinates professionally guide the important figure down the stairs and toward the backdoor, pushing away whoever crosses their path. But what stops Khonshu is a youthful man crash onto the table in front of him.

" Mierda(fuck)!", the boy cussed as he attempt to haul himself up. Blood flowing down his swollen nose including a purple colour adorn it right eye. The teenager wiped the liquid off his face and proceeded to return the hit on his enemy." You", Khonshu randomly eye one of his underlings." Yes boss?".

" Bring that kid to me", gesturing at his target who is too busy throwing it fists." Yes boss".

Khonshu patiently sat in the car with his leg crossed over another. He didn't need to wait long until the door swung open and a familiar face was thrown inside on the seat beside him." Que demonios(what the heck)!", the cap wearer groaned as he supported himself, using his uninjured arm. Darting his pair of mismatching iris on the person responsible for kidnapping him and eventually glare daggers. Khonshu remained innocent and was unfazed by the hostility." Hello Jake Lockley".

" ¿Quien diablos eres tú(who the hell are you)?", Khonshu swear he is this close in slapping that vile mouth of his. Similar to his first encounter with Marc, his sons lack manners." Su padre(your father)", the Latino really wants to laugh at the sick joke. Noticing the teen's suspicion, Khonshu added another detail." Hathor es tu madre(Hathor is your mother)", those sharp eyes widen at the mention of that name." Why should I believe you?", an irk mark appeared on Khonshu's forehead at the realisation that this boy can speak English. Fortunately, Khonshu is skill in multiple languages, especially Egyptian is his strong point." You will". 

Jake dislikes how the old man is so full of himself as if it would go his way." Tch! Where the hell are you taking me anyway?", Jake makes himself comfortable, glaring ahead of the window." Taking you rightfully to where you belong", Khonshu simply answers, receiving a scoff in return." Don't bother, you don't even know where I live", Jake rolled his eyes. To be honest, Jake is very good at laying low, moreover doesn't stay in one spot. Because he regularly crashes in some women's places." Who says you are going home?", Jake stiffen at the next unexpected. Snapping his head on the grey haired man who is playing on his phone." I see that you did a number on my minion. But those abilities are wasted in such a garbage place".

" Your words are so confusing, old man. Maybe you should get your retirement". In a flash, the handle of the walking stick came in contact with his neck. Jake's back graze against the soft leather and unable to keep up with the speed. Even though it is not a weapon, Jake can sense the force being applied. Khonshu didn't move from his spot, only his hand was extended in order to keep the crane against the vital point, keeping the brat in place." If we can polish your skill, you would become a fine warrior", Khonshu uttered, dragging his stick back on his lap. Unaware when he stopped breathing, and by the time the object was off, the Spanish youth gasped sharply. Cold sweat poured from his skin and never have he ever felt so shiver.   

" What do you want?", Jake scowled like a wary cat. Khonshu smiles inwardly upon getting his son to comprehend his way of performance." I could give you everything you ever needed, if it was within my power. All I want in return is your loyalty". 

The conference is as boring as ever. Though it is important since each one of the important figures is here to discuss territory or who to vote out, and also introduced new gang leader. Khonshu is a lone wolf who separates itself from the pack, and he rarely appears. A phone rang throughout the space, stopping whoever was speaking. All eyes landed on a particular man in white and their face distorted into irritation for disobeying one rule. All phone must be turned off. However, nobody gains the courage to speak up by reason of Khonshu is here longer than any of them. Ascending himself from the office chair and departing from the stuffy room which smells of different cologne and cigarettes. The hallway is empty, furthermore the meeting room is soundproof, indicating nobody can hear his conversation. 

Tapping the green button posterior to reading the name on the screen." What is it, Harrow?", the said person is his second in command." Hello sir and sorry to interrupt you, but. . . Miss Hathor had passed away". There is a long pause on the other side of the phone. Arthur didn't disturb the silence nor end the call, politely waiting for an order." Book a flight to London now", there is not much explanation needed considering the command is given. Savvy Arthur would do his job perfectly, there is no need to worry about getting onto the wrong plane." Yes sir". 

The Toyota car halted near the kerb. Opposite to his perspective is a small local church. His delay is due to the meeting even though he abruptly left without explaining. But the flight from Spain to London is still far. Luckily the gathering is adjacent to the continent, or else it would take up two days from his main quarter.

The evening wind is chilly and Khonshu makes sure to wear extra layer clothes in advance directly toward the church. A flip of his hand gesture to demand his underlings to wait outside, so as to give him an alone time. Swinging the entrance apart accompanied by a loud creak echo all over the empty space. The interior is Catholic design with colourful stained windows and oak-like furniture, plus white clay sculpture of Jesus. However, he is not expecting a small silhouette occupying the very front bench. The more he steps nearer, the sniffing noises become clearer.  

Shortly arriving at the front row where a boy can be seen slumping down in a bad posture and furiously wiping his face. A funeral suit is still intact. When the young male looks up, revealing his drenched brown eyes, flushed cheeks, runny nose, plump lips and adorably messy hair. Most importantly, those identical features which he already met twice." W-who are you, mister?". 

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" An acquaintance of your mother", Khonshu simply respond, taking a seat beside the boy who move away to allow more space." You know my mom?", Steven hiccups as he wipe away his tears. Khonshu stare at the empty space underneath the cross where the coffin was once place. Still, it is buried under the soil before he arrives." Very much", Khonshu said, gazing idly across." Mom is very popular─She had so many friends", Steven sniffed, attempt to calm his emotions. Seeing the boy is not cooling down any time soon, Khonshu pull out a white napkin and hand it over. The young man gawk at the offered object before realising what it meant." T-thank you sir", Steven appreciated and politely take the cloth from his grasp, and blow his nose. 

The sound echoed throughout the lonely area of the chapel, and the duo didn't exchange much words, with Khonshu waiting for the boy to finish adjusting himself." My name is Steven Grant. It is a pleasure to meet you, sir", the said person introduced." I know", Khonshu is aware and remains silent for a moment." How is Hathor?", the adult brought up, gaining the teen's attention. A weak smile brought onto Steven's cheek as he focused on the cross in front, going through his memories of what he can remember." Mom is kind and a hardworking person. She always looks out for the three of us and includes us with equal affection. She is always busy at work, though find some time to hangout with us. She puts other people first before herself and is really kind to our neighbours. Sometimes I wonder if I am a burden to mom, but she told me it isn't the case and that she loves me", tears gather in Steven's iris again but he quickly rubs it aside, thinking how embarrassed it is to sob at this age. Twice in front of a stranger. 

" She is a very caring mom which I cannot find anyone in the world I could replace", the curly strand youth finished, a hurt grin adorning his broken expression. Khonshu agreed with every word spoken from the youngster. Even though his heart is arching, he refuses to express it because it is a sign of weakness. Suddenly, he heard heavy breathing from the male beside him and glanced on his direction. Steven settled one hand on the bench in front while the other one clutching his lungs. His face is flushed with both sweat and tears, including an agonising facade." Steven?", Khonshu launched himself before the boy could land his knees onto the ground, gently lay him in his arms." Steven!", the grey-haired man called out his name, shaking the panting body to knock some sense out. Though it is not before a pair of iris rolls upward, meeting its skull including the struggles is turning weak. 

"Tch!", Khonshu clicked his tongue prior to hauling the limp physique up. Standing on his two feet, Khonshu proceeded to depart from the church and hurried toward his car. His subordinates noticed their boss's shadow, quickly escaped from the car and tried to support some aid. One man in black ajar the door for his rushing boss while others enter the driver seat." Take me to the nearest hospital!", Khonshu commanded and his once cold facade fell apart. They didn't require to be told twice and already stepped on the pedal. Khonshu took off the outer layer of his white suit and wrapped it around the unconscious teenager. His straight eyebrows knitted together and his lips dropped into a scornful look. Normal people will misunderstand it as rage, and only the comrades who had worked under him for many years could understand it is concern.

" Is he one of your sons, sir?", Harrow asked from the front row." You didn't tell me he is sick, you fool!", Khonshu roared, blaming accusation at his underling." Because there is no record in his file", Harrow stated the fact." Then are you saying my wife is hiding it from me?!".

" I wouldn't dare, sir", Arthur answered in a collected manner. Since the car is speeding past the traffic's limit, there is a police engine chasing after their tail." Tell the lad to distract them", Khonshu ordered, gracing his already clean hair backward due to annoyance." Yes sir", the bob hair man nodded. Through the small Earpod, Arthur sent out the said command and the two black cars which were following the one Khonshu resided in began to pull apart. One shifting toward the left, whilst the second one to the right. The government engine decided to choose the left escapee fortunately, and will probably call for backups. Yet the mafia boss is not concerned considering he had money to buy them off later. 

The luxury car soon halted in the destination's parking lot and Khonshu immediately seized Steven back into his strong arms, fast stepping into the medical infirmary. The receptionist was not prepared by his abrupt entrance and found the old man himself intimidating." Where is the doctor?", Khonshu spoke as if it was a demand which nobody can reject." U-ummm sir, we have another patient waiting before you, s-so can you─"." Do I need to repeat myself?", the poor nurse trembled in fear beneath his hovering frame. Her quivering hand snatched the phone, pursuing to type in a code and speak to whoever is on the side of the line. Once the communication ended, the nurse looked terrified into Khonshu's icy eyes." Y-your room is 107, the doc─", Khonshu left before the sentence could be finished and stride en route to the elevator. Meanwhile, Harrow apologises for the nurse additionally paying a large sum in card, hoping it could shut the woman's lip including hospital fees. 

Khonshu tapped his right foot impatiently and was forced to wait in the resting room. It is a rules of disallowing close approximation between visitors and patients while the doctor is doing checkups. When the door fling open, Khonshu glance upward, not acknowledging the doctor's profession." We have analysed Mr. Grant's condition and it seems like he had developed a symptom called separation anxiety disorders. He is also diagnosed with cortisol", the doctor explained." What about the cure?", Khonshu only received a shake of one's head." You need time to nourish the boy because he is still young and weak. I don't recommend employing a caretaker, because it would cause him stress and fear for strangers, except for family members. Also a chance to develop social anxiety disorder. But you can try introducing him slowly once in a while. Try to deal with each sickness one at a time". 

Khonshu listens thoroughly and to be honest, it is his first time dealing with a kid. Especially one with many problems." May I ask who are you to him?", Khonshu locked his gaze into the doctor's." I'm his father". 

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When Steven finally reveals his eyes, the white ceiling is the only view he sees. Slowly supporting his weight up and the slight dizziness follow along, indicating he must have blackout once again. Though this symptom never appears for a while to the point he goes unconscious. Because it is thanks to Khonshu always speak to him through the phone, helping him to get rid of his distress." Steven", a cold tone which held tenderness entered his ears. Glancing to the side, he spotted his guardian in his usual neat attire sitting on a wooden chair by the bedside." Dad? Why are you here?".

" I had put a chip inside your arm", that is not a response he is hoping to receive." Since when?", Steven became alert and began to search for the said chip." The first time you faint. I need to keep in check with your blood pressure while I am away". Steven savvy it is his concern, but to do this without his consent really angers him." Ask me nicely next time", he huffed." A worm like you wouldn't cooperate if I told you", Khonshu remarked, though it is a fact that the middle child is afraid of pain." That─Anyway, where is Jake and Marc?", the British man changed the subject." They're gone".

Such a simple word put a strain in his chest." What do you mean they are gone?". There's this tiny wish which Steven hope isn't what he thinks it is. The older man stood up from his seat and grabbed his walking stick." Forget about them, Steven".

Before the said person can move himself off the bed, a strong grip held his shoulder, keeping him in place. Khonshu gaze down at his son who is expressing many emotions." Improve your health for now, Steven", it is a kind way to say rest and don't worry about anything." Is it you, dad? Did you make them leave?", his hurt vocal is wavering, threatening to cry at any moment." It's for your own's sake", Khonshu coldly said and released his clutch." You don't know what is good for me! You can't decide my life like you own it!", the younger male raises his voice and this is his first time act disrespectfully toward Khonshu.

" Because I am your father!".

" You were never there!". 

Khonshu's already knitted eyebrows continue to drop lower and the red glint in his optics turn unsympathetic plus vexed." Suit yourself!",the grey locked male stomped in the direction of the door and departed with a slam. Silence consumes the atmosphere afterward, leaving a sole presence staring at his own hands. Regrets soon eat his chest upon registering what he had just done. A sniff was heard accompanied by weak whimpers. Steven lay his forehead on top of his knees with his arms wrapped around his legs, curving himself into a ball and allowing his distress to overcome." I'm sorry. I-I'm so sorry", the repeated apology utter from his lip for no one to listen.

" Are you sure you can go back home on your own, Mr. Grant?", the nurse behind the reception asked worriedly." Yeah, I need to take care of my pet because he is a possessive one", Steven uses this excuse to get discharged early." Alright, I wish you a safe travel", the nurse gave her regards and fortunately didn't question further." Cheers", Steven bid the lady farewell and strolled toward the automatic doors. 

Staring down on his phone, searching for the bus' time which is luckily 5 minutes before it arrives. Standing by the stop sign as he awaits for the engine to arrive. Seeing a familiar red large box, Steven gives a signal, hoping it wouldn't miss him. To his luck, the driver noticed his sign and halted the wheels right in front of him. When the entrance ajar, Steven appreciates the driver including paying for the ticket. The ride back to his apartment is awfully dreaded with his mind occupied with previous matters. Displaying on his screen is a phone number with a title 'Dad' above it. The call button is inches away from his thumb, though Steven unable to find courage to tap it.

" I should apologise to dad, but why can't I bring myself to. . .", he sighed at his cowardice. 

Soon a familiar apartment exhibits in his land of sight and instead of feeling relief, Steven is afraid. A recognisable sensation known as loneliness. After getting off from the bus, Steven steadily enclosed the distance between him and the building. Opening the front door, stepping up the stairs and down the hallway where a particular room number awaits. His feet drag itself forward and momentarily stood before the door as in debating should he go in or not. There's a part in his heart hoping either Marc or Jake is waiting inside for him. 

It is only a small wish, of course this is not a fairytale. The tranquility hover in the atmosphere, only the 'vvvrrrr' sound from the aquarium could be heard. The sparkle of hope sank into the depth of the sea after realising how stupid he is. Unsure when his thumb swipe along the phone setting and dialling Marc's number. When it didn't go through, he tried Jake's, yet remembering that he haven't share each individual's contact info. It's not like they engage much recently upon encountering one another after many years. 

There is no more panic attack because Steven is too mentally exhausted. Maybe it is time to go back to his fixated routine with Gus being his sole roommate." But I don't want this to end. . .", fists grasping the device and the ringing tone continue to vibrate. 

*Knock!* *Knock!*

His feet move faster than his brain can calculate and one free hand twisted the doorknob posterior to meeting the door in less than a second." Marc!", the eldest name blurted out automatically and the expectation on his face is like a child receiving their present. However, in spite of having an identical face, it was not the person he is anticipating." Lo siento, pero no soy Marc(Sorry, but I'm not Marc)".

" Jake?", Steven is surprised at the same time bashful for calling the wrong name" You still think of him before me", Jake bitterly thought, though held in his disappointment." Dad told me you both have left. . .".

" You knew that I am not one to listen to that old man", Jake forced a grin." True. You are always the problematic brother", Steven agreed with a small chuckle. There's a pause for a moment as if they welcome whoever to speak first." Steven─", the teasing tone is absent and the said person becomes tense as if wondering what is to come next." If you are telling me that you are leaving and are here to say goodbye, then I will not stop you. But it is nice that you decided to leave me a last impression before you completely disappear from my life. I'm sorry for being such a bad influence brother which you cannot look up to. But I─".

A soft texture shoved against his babbling mouth, ceasing his speech. A glove hand pushes onto his skull and fingers lace over his hair, not giving him any freedom. Pair of brown iris widens at the unforeseen kiss given by the youngest. There is no sweet or lustful since Jake is not that type of person to indulge into this sort of play. Teeth clashing together and the bitter taste of cigarette enters Steven's tongue. The messy rhythm didn't give Steven time to prepare. Lips trying to sync with each other but utterly fail. Set of his palms found their way onto the Latino's jacket and held for his dear life. The sloppy, drenched smooch trying to devour the weakest into submission and find the authority seat. Eyes shut close as the duo feels one another's skin against theirs with nothing to savour other than desparate dominance. 

Soon a pop sound is being emitted as per the separation followed by a rapid breathing. The crimson glint in Jake's left eye is burning with desire as well as possessiveness." Tell me not to go, Steven", the British man winced at his gravelly vocal. 

Jake knew he had been speaking nonsense and despises how false Steven is pretending. This is not what they both want and Steven knew it, but he had to say it. A sentence which will leave a scar forever. Of course, he still hasn't forgiven Steven for mistreating him as Marc. And he should imprint memories of him into his brother's brain. 

The fists loosen then tighten again on his jacket and the pondering didn't take long." Please stay, Jake. Please don't leave me alone again. Don't go. Hic! Please. . .", Jake patted the begging man's curls in satisfaction." Con gusto, conejito~(Gladly, bunny)".

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Marc was preparing to leave the hotel and is giving back the card to the receptionist. The phone inside his pocket has been vibrating nonstop and there's no need to check who the dialler is. A destiny is already in mind, though it still leaves a bitter taste in his tongue for leaving without saying goodbye again. Still, this is not half what he expected to end like this. Tugging his luggage out from the circling glass entrance and inhaling the polluted air filled with smoke and gas. His right hand reluctantly seized his phone out and stared at a familiar name who was still trying to connect. Hesitated, he tapped on the green button and put it beside his ear. What entered his shell was the sound of kissing and moaning.

" Steven!", Marc called out his name in shock plus rage. Though the other side failed to notice his voice and the lewd noises are uncomfortable to listen. Ending the call as the oldest decided to visit his triplet's apartment. Stopping a nearby taxi which is parked by the kerb and throw his duffel bag inside." Budapest street, now!", Marc demanded with a terrific expression, scarring the driver in the process. Listening to their customer as they quickly start the engine and drive to their destined location. Throughout the ride, Marc is unable to settle this upset feeling that is spelling displeasure and concern. Somehow, he got an idea of who the man kissing his brother was. His right feet constantly kicks the ground and fists gripping, drawing veins all across his skin. 

Recognizing many high buildings surrounded the road as the path became narrower, causing the car to slow down due to traffic. Marc set his eyes on one particular building and is itching to throw himself off right here while the car is still running. Eventually, the engine came to a stop and Marc didn't waste time to escape from the car, not forgetting his bag and payment." Keep the change!", the driver was incapable of opposing since their customer had already left. 

Marc hurried up the stairs considering the elevator is used and disregard his exhaustion when ascending multiple steps. Achieving the second floor, Marc switched to the corner and was met with various doors. His brain instantly found the number plate without wasting time to search. Placing his right hand on the knob as he roughly shove it open, indicates no one has lock the entrance yet. He could sense there was more than one presence in this flat and immediately approached the bedroom. His heart is racing at an uncountable speed before he even arrives at the chamber itself. On the bed lies two people. A half-naked Jake pinning a fully nude Steven onto the sheet while planting love marks on his shoulder blade. 

" M-marc!?", the first one to notice his arrival is Steven. Judging from his tone which is hoarse and slightly high, meaning he is in a lustful state." Bienvenido a casa, hermano(welcome home, brother)", Jake stops what he is doing and greets the eldest. Turning his face toward the man standing by the door and was met with an irritated expression. But the youngest could pinpoint that the oldest is wordless upon witnessing this scene." Why don't we give big brother a show~", Jake suggested and didn't allow Steven time to respond before the two positions were switched. Now the British had his back against Jake's chest, and between his legs. The Latino pry Steven's thigh apart, showing Marc's a full view of his lewd hole slick with lube and hardened cock. 

" Jake?! What are you doing!", he screamed in embarrassment, but had no strength to stop the youngest from entering his finger." Don't look, aaah, Marc~", Steven pleaded and body recoiled at the intrusion. The American had frozen like a statue and eyes incapable of looking elsewhere. Jake glances at the growing tent underneath Marc's denim and smirks at how hard he is trying to keep a straight face." ¿Quieres unirte, hermano?(want to join, brother)", Marc snapped his brown iris on his shit-eating grin. Knowing this is his way of taunting him about having something which he couldn't get. Marc balled his hands again and brain exploded in humiliation and lost.

The bedroom's door shut with one push by Marc and everyone's attention focused on him. His face remains neutral and unyielding, but there's a flame light within those vexed stares. Jake comprehends he had successfully provoked him into the challenge, furthermore it is also a present for Steven inasmuch as he thinks of Marc a lot." M-marc?", Steven uttered his pouty little lips which had hickey painted on the bottom. Marc discarded the jacket he was wearing and decreased the distance until he knelt on the bed. Before Steven can register what is going on, a lip crashes onto his; rough and impatient. An instant moan slipped from his throat at the contact and both his arms found their way around Marc's thick nape. 

Jake inserts the second finger, reminding the middle sibling not to forget about his existence. All his sound got swallowed by Marc who is too busy eating his tongue, and asserting dominance. The American places one hand on his right chest and purposely glides his index over the sensitive nipple, causing the other partner to shudder. Remembering the first time he lay his hands on his brother and has memories of all his sweet spots which he can tease. With Marc keeping his mouth busy and chest being played, Jake preparing his hole, the stimulation is too much for Steven to handle.  

The pinching and tugging, encouraging his bud to turn red and swollen. The smell of the oldest is adapting into his taste gland, and is marking his territory as Marc's ownership. He could sense the leather fingers apply friction whenever it goes in and out. This is dangerously growing a new fetish for Steven after all this is finished. His tongue weakens when being pressed down by the stronger one and they are exploring more of his wet cavern, leaving traces of their scent. Every part of his skin is burning, making his mind unable to function where to feel.

" Aannn~!", Steven yelped into the sloppy kiss when Marc twigged his reactive nipple and then gently thumbed it. The unexpected scissoring didn't help Steven to lower his voice and is cheering him to start tearing up. Fortunately, Marc separated from their kiss with a thin silver thread as the last sign of connection and later breaks. Scorching lungs seize this opportunity to inhale and exhale greedily ascribed to the blockage have been clear. Marc grasps his partner's jaw, admiring his wrecked facade which is weak to pleasure. But this is not enough, Marc wanted to break him more. Though it satisfies his heart upon perceiving such unforgettable countenance.   

Steven mewl into Marc's face when Jake sink knuckles deep where his fingertip accidentally hit against his prostate. This signals Marc to shift his attention lower, appreciating how the gloves is thrusting sensually. A pair of hazel optics met a mismatching one and is silently sending telepathy to one another. Steven dislikes being left out by the two, yet have no clue what they are expressing through their dumbfounded countenance. Realising the predatory looks exhibited on their facial muscles, the middle brother is aware of the danger which will come.  

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" I can't! I can't! Pull it out!"Steven cried when Marc purposely slipped a finger in, joining Jake's gloved ones. Jake awarded kisses along his naked shoulder and constantly left unforgettable bite marks, sending a sting sensation onto his sensitive body. Marc attempts to distract his attention by giving innocent pecks and licks his jaws, whispering sweet words into his ears. Just as per expected, the hole is slightly loose and enough for three digits to occupy. Wanting to test an experiment, Marc inserted a second joint, extending the hole for room." Aaaah!", the moan is loud and clear. Not all aim is focus on his prostrate considering they need it to be soft and wide enough for later, meaning they are attentive to other areas. Their different pace is frustrating as well." Please~!".

Both Marc and Jake were not predicting the middle brother to plead." Ooh, I can't hear you, mi amor~", Jake teases and is unable to control himself anymore longer." Jake! He's not ready!", Marc gritted his teeth, trying to be the reasonable one here. Steven looked into the eldest strict eyes, which is written in arousal and unintentionally utilise puppy eyes." Please Marc, please Jake. I need you both~". The American curse in his mind at how unfair and dangerous he is acting. Of course Jake gladly fulfilled his wish by yanking his fingers out and proceeded to undress his lower half. Marc decided to yield into his persuasion and extract his joints, as well as strip himself nude. The process is quick and swift regarding the fact that they are lustful, and throw whatever dignity out the window.

" I'm taking his ass", Marc wanted to roll his eyes at his childish shotgun game. Why? Due to the fact Jake learnt that Steven's virginity is already taken, so it's his turn. Both brothers carefully instruct Steven on all fours, Jake lifted his hip upward simultaneously Marc tilted his chin." Relax Steven", Marc assured, sensing his trembling." Trust us", the Latino added. Listening to their tender voice somehow comforted him and he strive to ease his tense muscles." You ready?", Jake waited for his permission. Perceiving a small nod, Jake guided his hardened length toward the brown hole. Checking one last time, preparatory for an entrance." Ungh~!", Marc allowed Steven to grasp his arms as an object of relief. The stretching progresses when Jake continues to slide millimetres to millimetres in. 

" It's hurt!", Steven whines at the discomfort and shy his hip away on impulse. Needless to say, Jake kept a death grip on his loin, preventing him from escaping." It'll be over soon, conejito(bunny)", Jake soothed and restrained himself from moaning at the tight heat engulfing his shaft. Once he had settled in, he stayed like a statue for Steven to adjust his width. The eldest wiped those droplets of tear aside from his face, smiling reassuringly. So far, Steven's breathing is not major, only a bit more rapid than normal because of lust. Because of a recent incident, Marc didn't want him to have another panic attack including the trauma he had inflicted on him. Guilt swallows him whole when he meets his naked brother underneath him. Defenceless, helpless and adorably sexy.

" M-marc, I want to help", the said person recoils when the middle child massages his painful genitals." Steven. . . you don't need to. Just focus on Jake", Marc nearly growls animalistic, but contains his inner beast. Being a stubborn man he is, Steven ignored his sentence and is attentive to his veiny manhood which stands tall plus energetic. Leisurely rubbing it up and down, fascinated at how big it grows." Why are you and Jake so big?", Steven pouted with his glistening iris and flush cheek, making it an obscene image in Marc's perspective. Jake nearly moved his hip upon hearing his statement." Steven, stop provoking me", Marc seethed a warning." What?", his oblivion sure is a good acting, but there's no denying it that is his true response. The first one to snap is Jake, because he never held self-control. 

The abrupt pull from his pelvis dragged deathly slow, leaving half of his length inside prior to pound in without warning. This draws a long moan from the man below." Blood hell Jake─Aaahh~!", another thrust cut him off and Steven was unprepared for such a rapid pace." You know what you did wrong, Stevie~", Jake slurred sensually and was so intoxicated by the tight wall keep sucking his dick. Seeing a fucked expression up close, for example, his tongue licking the air allowing saliva to leak, pretty red cheeks, moistened eyes and messy hair. Marc smirked at the slutty side of Steven." Open your mouth wide, baby brother~", Marc coerced him sweetly. His wet cavern slashed white teeth ajar completely and the black pit within the slimy hole is tempting. 

With his brain too engrossed in taking Jake's, he finally realised another one right in front of his face." Be careful not to use your teeth", Marc reminded, kneading the head on his soft tongue. A sting of saltiness landed on his taste gland and an unexplainable hunger arose in his stomach. Without any order, Steven welcomes the enormous genital into his mouth and greedily sucks it. A heavy sigh expressed through Marc's vocal cord and a hand soon attached itself onto his curls. Due to the sizes, it is too hard to consume it all, barely a half. Unfortunately, thanks to Jake constantly pounding his buttocks, it drives Steven forward and devours the rest. Gagging during the process at the impact and the tissues within his throat is contracting, attempting to drive the intrusion away. Marc's temperance is gone, ascribed to his mind are clouded by pleasure and unconsciously force his pelvis to meet those pouty rims. 

The two show lack of mercy when penetrating none rhythmically. Whenever Marc plunges forward, pushing Steven's entire physique to draw backward and encourage Jake to reach a deeper extension which break past his rectum. It regularly hit his intestines because of their uncooperative flow. Feelings his own eyes rolling to the back of his skull attributable to the stimulation on both sides. Cheeks puff out like chipmunks due to the penis occupying the majority of his mouth. Possibly reaching his trachea when it sinks in, blocking any source of noises from emitting other than muffling. When retracted, his throat relaxed and then squeezed before the moments of invasion. Breathing through his snotty nose is difficult with the air cut shorts, meanwhile his lungs are demanding for more oxygen. Bloodstream flowed at an uncountable speed, painting his tanned skin in crimson hue. 

" You're taking us so good, Steven~", Marc praises, gently caressing his sweaty locks." Buen chico(good boy)~", Jake also complimented. Despite his brain being in a hazy phase, Steven manages to understand their words and feels his heart flutter. The creaking sound of his old bed which is threatening to collapse, and the fault lies in its inability to hold up three large men. The flat has no soundproof wall where the neighbours can clearly listen to their activity on the other side. The deep groans and suffocated whimpering resonate all over the bedroom, blending well with the smell of sex and sweat. Steven fisted the sheet, stabling himself from falling when getting shove forward and backward. 

There is less friction to none occasionally Jake thrust inward thanks to the help of lube. The wall within is soft enough to mold into his shape, giving him an opportunity to ram in ease." Mierda!", Jake exhales gravelly and incapable to cease his movements." You are doing great, nnnhg, Steven~", Marc grunted silently, basically not the vocal type, opposite to Jake. More saliva tainted the sheet because it keeps secreting to help digest Marc's genital, making less abrasion and easy to swallow. His nose pressed into the pubic hair, smelling a musk of cologne which definitely fitted Marc's persona. Gibberish sound can be heard from below, but the man above is far above cloud nine to aware of his unfocused. 

" Shit!", the oldest cursed under his breath, sensing a flow in his urethra. Jake's volume turned louder and everyone guessed each individual was close. The Latino didn't forget to aid Steven to release by seizing his neglected cock. A high-pitched muffle discharged from the British's vocal, sending vibrations through Marc's penis, earning a slightly long sigh. The ticklish pulsing stimulate Marc's manhood to twitch. Jake pumps his sensitive manhood messily, motivating him to reach his high." I'm close, joder(fuck)!", Jake continuously muttered inappropriate languages, signalling his closeness. Marc only expressed a few grunts and his wavering sign didn't miss a beat, cheering Steven to sucks greedily at the same time lap around the area. Jake's thrust becomes sloppier by time, but doesn't stop himself from slamming his pelvis to meet his buttcheeks. Suddenly, a burst of bitter flavour washed his teeth and the object that had crowded his mouth withdrew immediately. A white string of semen landed on his face and Steven prepared to shut his eyelids. 

Him, also climax right after Marc cream pie on his face and moan salaciously when the blockage is gone. His own semen shoot onto the sheet, covering the fresh detergent with his bodily scent, including Jake's glove. The tickle sensation of his cum sliding down his chin including the unforgettable taste marked his mouth. Jake erupted another cuss before retiring from his swollen hole, bursting his sperm onto the man's spine. Painting his caramel skin in white splash, whilst the rest spill onto his exposed buttcheeks. Having finally exhausted himself, Steven dropped his body onto the single bed and panted heavily. Unlike Marc and Jake who are barely respiring, due to their strong physique." You okay, Steven?", Marc questioned worriedly." I'll get some water", before Jake can leave, he feels a hand envelope around him, stopping him on his track." Stay. . .", Steven weakly uttered. How could the two reject such a proposal. 

" Steven, we need to clean up. We'll be quick", Marc comforted, stroking his damped hair brotherly. The duo chuckled at his whiny attitude, though their argument didn't last long since Steven is too exhausted to stay awake. Shortly, he fell asleep, leaving the two to do aftercare. 

After a long hesitation, Steven tapped onto the name displayed on his screen and waited for the ringtone to tune. The device vibrated in his hands and each second increased his nervousness." Steven", an unsurprised voice emitted from the volume." H-hey dad!", Steven quickly raises the phone to his right ear and cold sweat pours from his glands. The man being called is quiet as if waiting for a wordless command to explain himself." I-I'm sorry for yelling at you in the hospital. . .". Again, Khonshu is silent on the other side." Marc, Jake and I have reconcile, so you don't need to worry". 

" If that's why you called, then I'll hang up", Khonshu coldly uttered, because he had no time for this." Wait!", Steven exclaimed, though silence himself ascribable to his siblings is still sleeping." Dad. . . I like them. I-I love Marc and Jake very much. If they are not in my life, then I don't know if I can live anymore. I wish we could stay together forever. So please dad, don't force them to leave. I need them". Khonshu knows that the middle child rarely desires something, never plead like some spoiled brats he always heard from his cooperative third party. 

" I am aware", Steven is not expecting his next reply." You understand that it is not a platonic l-love". 

" Yes".

". . . . . When did you knew?", Steven is bewildered beyond speechless." I had a good observation, worm", Steven became flustered and unsure what to say. Khonshu sighed when the tranquillity was back again, making their interaction awkward." I'll allow it", hearing one sentence manage to bring back Steven's hope." Really?!", the adult require to pull his phone away due to the sudden shout." Sorry. . .", Steven is ashamed by his excitement and apologises." Yes. But if they make you uncomfortable again, there will be no next time", Khonshu strictly said, considering having three being hurt is more tragic instead of one." Thank you dad!", it is an honest truth which Khonshu heard a lot." Oh and, I love you, dad", the last sentence caught him unprepared, though he isn't disliking it." Goodnight, goldfish", Khonshu bid him farewell with a rare nickname. A familiar warmth spread over Steven's chest when being addressed." Cheers dad!". 

Then the line cut with both sides having a happy ending of their own." What did Khonshu say?", Steven nearly jumped out from his seat because of Marc's unforeseen sound." Still easily spooked, Stevie~!", Jake grinned evilly." I thought you guys were asleep!", Steven held his beating heart, glaring at the duo who acted innocent." Dad had given us his blessing". Now it is the two who turn shock." Isn't that good news", Jake wrapped an arm over Steven's shoulder, pecking an affectionate kiss on his temples." You did tell him that our love is different from siblings, right?", Marc wanted to confirm." Yep!". The pressure in his heart has dissipated and Marc is unable to stop his lips from tugging up.

Marc sat beside Steven, also snaking an arm below his waist, basking in the other body's warmth." What are we now. . .?", Steven muttered, loud enough for them to hear." Lovers", both Marc and Jake said in sync with no pause. A big yet shy smile sprawled across his face. Sneakily, the cap wearer steals a second kiss, but on his lip." Te amo(I love you), Steven", Jake sincerely confesses, receiving an adorable reaction from the British. A spike of jealousy sting the American's chest and he immediately clutches Steven's jaw, slapping a mouth to mouth with him. Lacking in tongue and saliva, only a few seconds of latching onto one another." I love you, Steven", Marc whispered posterior to disconnecting their kiss. Feeling overwhelmed by their confessions, Steven is in a blushing mess. Although he is incapable of thinking of a reply, yet the answer is clear." I-I love you both too".  

Satisfaction bring themselves into the three of them. After many years of losing themselves, severance, delusional themselves it is for the best but it's nothing but a selfish thinking and running away, afraid of being rejected. But right now, it feels like they are being linked again, similar to the past, but stronger. Being together feels like home, where they rightfully belong. They had become three people again, no missing number, and happily full.  

A noticeable smile adorns Khonshu's expressionless exterior." Something good happened?", Harrow rhetorically questioned after coming into his boss' office." Yeah", came a simple response. Seeing he is in a good mood, Harrow wouldn't dare to interrupt it. Especially he got a message from one of his few business collaborators and it has to be his ex. Ammit. He decided to tell him later so he wouldn't suffer from his fury, moreover try to be a considerate friend.