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fight over us. You're both sexy fuckers. There's two of you, two of us. Bring it on."
     
Simon looked over at Ken, pain written all over the stocky body. "No. There aren't two of us."
     
Ken looked annoyed and confused, the look on Bay's face gentle, almost compassionate as Ken kept talking. "Okay, so one of you is one duty. So call your damned back up. Or you can wait and I'll do you in the morning after shift change. Come on, guys, you're killing the mood."
     
Simon backed off, let his arm go, and then stepped away, moving to stand behind the monitors, the light shadowing the drawn face.
     
Fuck.
Ken's warmth came up behind him, one hand going around his waist to stroke his belly, the other sliding down from his shoulder. "Come on, handsome. You wanted privacy, it's a step away."
     
When he stood there, frozen, Ken's hand wandered further south, rubbing at his cock. "Want you. I want to fuck you while my brother watches and then you can do him. We've talked about it ever since we first saw you. Talked about how hot you were."
     
Rick’s cock jerked and he turned to look at Bay, at Ken. "Why? You have each other."
     
Ken shrugged against him. "Because I want to. Because I can."
     
Bay shook his head, the bright eyes looking at Ken. "Because we're from the same egg. We're still half a soul together."
     
Simon made a single sound, and it hit Rick like a bucket of ice water. Simon had said something like that to him, the night Samuel had died, leaving his then-lover sobbing and lost, broken. He was an asshole, but he wasn't vicious. "I'm sorry, I can't."
     
"What?" Ken's hands were still roaming, his body, sliding along his hardening cock. "Bullshit. This says you can. You want to, even!"
     
He stepped away, "Thanks for the offer."
"Fuck you!" Ken shouted at him, hand winding up to clock him one.
     
Bay's hand wrapped around Ken's wrist. "He said no, Ken. Leave him alone."
     
"No! No fucking way. These guys come in here to our home and act like they fucking own the place. They don't let us go where we want; they steal our property and treat us like fucking babies. And finally when it looks like I'm going to get some -- after having been denied twice yesterday thanks to these assholes -- he changes his fucking mind? No fucking way."
     
Rick saw red, stepping right into the kid's space, growling. "If I remember, we were discussing a backrub."
     
"Bullshit, we were talking about you coming and us fucking, you know that as well as I do."
     
Bay tugged on Ken's arm. "Come on, Kenny. Come with me."
     
Rick opened his mouth to respond when the alarms went off and Simon roared. "Rick! Move them now!"
     
He grabbed both boys as the explosion hit, the entire house trembling.
     
They landed in a heap against the far wall, glass and mortar, wood and plastic flying. Bay was screaming for Ken, the two boys wrapping around each other.
     
Simon grabbed one of the huge bug-out bags, tossed him
one without a word and reached down, grabbed a twin and pulled. "Move."
     
The twins clung to each other, stumbling along at Simon's insistence.
     
Rick grabbed the other twin and started pulling. He met Simon's eyes and nodded. He'd go to the southeast, Simon midwest. Simon headed toward the garage; he needed to run for the motorcycle stashed behind the greenhouse.
     
His primary was fighting him, trying to stop him, to pull away, hitting at him and yelling that they needed to go back for Kenny.
     
"Kid, don't make me knock you out. Move. Now." He'd explain later.
     
"But Kenny!" Bay stumbled along with him, still dragging some, trying to find his brother through the chaos.
     
"Simon's got him."
     
That seemed to calm Bay some; the kid stopped fighting him at least, though the tears starting to fall told him the kid was falling apart fast.
     
"Come on, Bay. Hold it together." He strapped the bugout bag in the trailer and grabbed two helmets. "You ever ridden a motorcycle?"
     
Bay nodded, taking one of the helmets from him and