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Bardock threw his gear down on the floor and shut the door with a sigh. He drew a huge breath, pulling all the familiar scents in, then let it out with a purr. It was damned good to be home. Two months on Kur'wis, then two weeks in transport back. Not even a purging mission, just providing a saiyajin presence in the system to intimidate the locals. A suck-ass job if there ever was one. They'd taken out a city on the south continent, but that was all. Eventually someone decided that they'd done whatever it was that they were there to do, and Bardock went home with the promise of a month's leave before him. After that.... He didn't want to think about it.

The apartment was brightly clean, as it almost always was. Something about it struck Bardock as odd, but he wasn't in the mood to pin it down. He'd lived there almost his whole life. It was a good apartment in a nice area; his family had lucked into it right after Bardock was born, and he and his brother had retained the lease when their parents died. Bardock's father had been killed when Bardock was a small boy. His stepfather had died of the rot four years later. His mother had died two years ago, running gear out to a purging party on the frontier. Bardock had hardly been home since then. But it meant a lot to have some place to go when he was.

He flopped on the couch and turned on the viz. Same shit as always. He stopped at some game show, interested because the host was amazing-looking and the contestants were already bleeding. He might be a seasoned warrior, but some things were of universal interest to 19 year old males. A jaw cracking yawn shook him. It was weird how two weeks asleep could take it out of you.

As he drifted off to sleep, it occurred to him what had changed in the apartment. *All of Mother's stuff is gone...*

*******

Some time later, Bardock woke up to the unspeakably wonderful smell of food cooking. Real food, something that had been living at some point. He jumped up and walked into the kitchen, already knowing who was there.

Turles stood at the counter, dishing the food onto platters. He turned and flashed a quick but devastating grin at his brother. Bardock couldn't help but smile back. His brother's moods were always infectious. Besides, he hadn't seen the brat in three months.

At 17, Turles had already spent a number of years in the army. Both brothers had enlisted as boys, not seeing any other prospects for low-class youths like themselves. It provided a living, and it gave them both something they could excel at, but it also meant they didn't see each other as much as they'd like. The absences had only grown more frequent and longer. For brothers who'd always been close, that was a hard thing.

Bardock walked over to help with the food. "Hey, brat," he said.

"Hey."

The brothers' tails hooked around each other, a sign of affection, and they didn't need to say anything else until after the food was served and eaten. Then Bardock pushed back from the table and took a good look at his brother.

Two years younger than Bardock, Turles was strikingly similar to him, a fact even more amazing when one considered that they shared only a mother. He was only just now reaching his full weight. Where Bardock was brawny, Turles was still lean. There were some differences in their bodies, the angularity of their faces and the shades of their hair, but the two of them could easily pass for each other without close scrutiny. They had looked even more alike as children, when they'd used that fact to drive their mother to distraction.

Bardock always felt narcissistic admiring his brother, but the fact remained that Turles was fine. Handsome, talented, and shy. That was Turles. He could have a thousand more partners than he ever chose. Bardock didn't even get the kind of the offers that Turles turned down; that quietness of his apparently attracted people like flies to blood. He wondered when his brother was going to settle with someone. Turles seemed to need that stability more than Bardock did.

His attention jerked back to his brother. "What?"

Turles looked annoyed. "I said, I saw your name on the roster to deploy with Furiza next month."

Shit. "Yeah. I'm sorry."

"For what?" Turles asked quietly, looking at his empty plate.

"For going out again. I'm never here anymore. I didn't want to go this time, but..."

"But you'll never get any good assignments if you turn down a year with the lizard," Turles finished, still not looking at him. He got up and started throwing the plates down the recycler. "I know the drill."

"Yeah."

Bardock floundered for something to say. He'd missed Turles, a lot. And he hadn't been there when Turles had needed him, either. Bardock hadn't been able to get home for almost two months after their mother had died. Turles had taken care of everything himself. 15 years old, and where was big brother? Stomping aliens to death somewhere, enjoying himself, doing what he was told.

Since then, he'd only been home sporadically. Turles was in an intelligence unit, not a purging one, and he was planetside a lot more than Bardock. They had tried to get transferred to the same units, but it had never worked out. Evenings together like this one were rare.

"So, how long are you here for this time?" Turles asked, his back to him.

"A whole month before I report," Bardock said, stretching. "What about you?"

"Three weeks."

"Really?" Bardock was honestly surprised. "We never get time off together!"

"No shit," Turles said, looking at him finally and grinning.

"Well, hell. What do you wanna do with all this time off?" Bardock said, the same silly grin on his face.

"Tonight? I wanna lay on the couch, drink, eat, and watch bad movies."

Bardock blinked, then laughed. Laziness sounded like an excellent idea at the moment.

"Fine," he said. "You sit down. I'll get the beer."

"I can do that."

An hour later, both brothers were asleep on the floor in front of the viz. Snoring, they sprawled amidst a clutter of food and drink. In sleep, their tails twined together. The viz droned on and on, oblivious.

*******

They spent a week doing the things that teenaged saiyajins on leave did. They ate, drank, picked fights with the unwary or suicidal, narrowly avoided arrest, pissed from the tops of tall buildings, smashed a building down while drunk, and set fire to the couch for no good reason. Time was spent in a discreet clinic, where the police were not routinely informed of suspicious injuries. Time was spent hiding from a provoked mob. Time was spent with females that Turles refused to bang, claiming they had mites. Time was spent getting Bardock treated for mites. All in all, the brothers, taking full advantage of the opportunity to wreak havoc together, had an outstanding time.

One evening found them sprawled on the floor again, this time watching a horror movie. The battered couch had been replaced, the cost split between them after an argument that had nearly gotten them arrested. Tails waved lazily, hooking and unhooking without either of them noticing.

"Heh," Bardock said. "His eyeballs squirted out."

"That was so fake!"

"Oh, you think so? Snuff films have been illegal *how* long? Intelligence officer, my ass!"

A thick tail cracked Bardock in the back of the skull.

Retaliation followed, leaving the room wrecked, again. Saiyajin furniture being built to certain reasonable standards, most things were salvageable. Bardock stopped while setting the viz up again as something occurred to him.

"Hey..what'd you do with mother's stuff? Her medals and stuff?"

"I have all her things packed up, if you want any of them," Turles said. "I'm shutting the apartment down for awhile."

"How long?" Bardock frowned. This was the first he'd heard of it.

"A year." Turles wasn't looking anywhere near him suddenly.

"Why?"

"I've got an assignment. Off-planet for once." Turles did not look at him. There was an odd tension around him.

Bardock stared at him blankly, taking all this in. Then he got it. "You're transferring over to Furiza's ship, aren't you?"

His tone was accusing.

Turles finished heaving the viz up on its pedestal by himself, then shot a look at Bardock. "Hai."

"Oh, fuck, Turles... are you crazy?! Do you know what it's like on that hellhole?" Something like panic brushed against Bardock's heart. He didn't like the thought of his little brother walking those corridors, trapped with the scum of Furiza's elite for a year. Bardock was a combatant; he'd be off the ship more than half the time. That left no one to look out for Turles.

"Hai," Turles said calmly. "You forget, I work intelligence. I know more about it than you do."

"Then why are you going? Here I thought you were supposed to be the smart one!"

"You really want to know?" Cold, dark eyes pinned his. "Because I'm tired of this! I'm tired of being alone all the goddamned time. I work all the time, but never see anyone after because it's forbidden. Security concerns, my ass. The only time I've gotten laid in the last year was as oozaru!"

Bardock opened his mouth to say something, anything, but Turles shot out a hand to cover his lips.

"When I do get home," the younger man continued, his face twisting with something like outrage, "there's hardly ever anyone here. I'm not a fucking saiyajin anymore! I'm just another freak running around Intel kissing lizard ass to keep my own intact. I spend days where I don't even see another saiyajin! I might as well be icejin for all the chance I have of ever bond mating. I even smell like those fuckers half the time. So, goddamned right, I took the chance when it came up! All the command support teams have to rotate someone to purging once a year, and I fucking leaped at it."

Bardock stared at him in shock. Not only because of what he'd said, but because of the raw loneliness behind it all. He'd known, but he hadn't really known.

"You're going on a purging team?" he asked numbly.

"At least that way I'll be with saiyajins," Turles said defiantly. His tail hung absolutely lax behind him, a sure sign that he was pushing down hard emotions.

"Kami, Turles.... I"m so sorry. I thought you were happy. I even stopped trying to get you transferred...." Bardock said, stumbling.

"How the hell would you know, anyway? You're not the one who's been stuck here alone. You know, every fucking time I come home, I can still scent all of you here. Even Father. It's living with ghosts, and I won't do it any more!"

"So you'd rather be one, instead? Turles, that ship... It's a bad place to fuck up. Even a little. And you've never gone on a purge before..."

Rage. "Are you saying I can't handle it?!"

Bardock stared at him, wanting to rise to the challenge. He made himself stay reasonable, though. The thought of his brother on Freeza's ship made his stomach turn over. "I'm saying I don't want you to."

"Not your choice."

"Well, maybe it should be, since you're obviously not thinking straight!"

"Fuck you!"

The fight that followed was vicious, yet brief. They didn't really have anything concrete to fight over, just Bardock's concern and Turles' pride. Nothing that was going to be solved by a fight. Soon enough, both brothers were sitting on opposite ends of the couch, panting and eyeing each other.

"It's too late, anyway." Turles said, sulking a little. "I report to my team a week before departure."

Bardock sighed. "Are things really so bad around here? When I'm gone?"

"Yeah, Bardock. They are. I miss being alive. I miss you."

Unable to keep himself from trying, Bardock said, "Yeah, well you're gonna be missing being alive a lot more, if you don't figure a way out of this. Intelligence was a prime slot! I can't believe..." He shook his head.

"Just shut up," Turles said sullenly. "It's none of your business, anyway."

Bardock leaned forward. He hooked tails with his brother. "It's my business because I care about you, dumbass."

Turles flushed uncomfortably and looked away, crossing his arms. Bardock didn't miss the color in his brother's face.

"I'm sorry I'm never here. If I could be, you know I would. I miss you like crazy. I know you're lonely. But that ship is a bad place, and I can't help but worry about you," Bardock said gently.

There was a silence between them for a while, neither hostile nor comfortable.

"I know," Turles said finally, still not looking at him. "Did you think I wasn't worried about you going there?"

Bardock blinked. It hadn't actually occurred to him.

"But it's too late for that, anyway," Turles continued. "In three weeks we're both out of here. It'd be nice if you'd stop being an asshole for a while."

The words were much harsher than the tone of voice, but it finally was enough for Bardock. He was tired and still pissed off, and there was something that'd changed about his brother's scent; he wasn't going to spend all night figuring this out.

"Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want. I'm out of here," Bardock said, without much heat. He stood up, meaning to go to bed, but was stopped by a tail twisting tightly around his own.

He glared down at Turles, meaning to thump him for it, but he stopped without raising his hand. Those eyes were turned up at him now, and there was something there that he couldn't quite identify. It was neither anger nor fear. Turles' tail twined more tightly with his own, almost to the point of pain.

"What are you doing?"

"Maybe I don't want you to go," Turles said simply. Bardock didn't know and didn't care whether he meant going with Furiza or just going into his own room to sleep. That change in his brother's scent had finally filtered through his brain, and he could only agree: Turles didn't want him to go. Bardock's tail frizzed out somewhat at the realization, and the other tail let go, then coiled at the base of Bardock's and slid downward, smoothing the fur. Bardock's eyes drifted shut for a moment at the sensation. Then he shook his head, trying to collect himself.

"What do you want?" Bardock asked, sitting down again close to Turles. He reached a hand out to touch that handsome face as it blushed and started to turn away from him again. To his very faint surprise, Turles leaned into the touch.

Their eyes met. Neither of them looked away as some primordial knowledge passed between them, carried by scent and instinct. There was a moment when they waited on each other, on something to negate or deny what had happened already. Then, slowly, Turles leaned forward and brushed his mouth against his brother's. He drew back a little, enough that they could focus on each other, and waited again. He had revealed his desires, had bared himself. It was Bardock's turn.

The elder brother felt the oddest sensation at that faint whisper of a kiss, like warm honey rolling through his bones. It was so pleasant, and yet made them ache so badly. Without any doubt over what must be done, Bardock slid a hand around the back of his brother's neck, burying his fingers in silken hair, and brought their mouths together again.

Among saiyajins, such pairings were rare, but not unheard of. They were creatures of appetites and passions, of affections and bonds. When both adults were consenting, no harm was found in it. Neither brother had any second thoughts, any guilt, any regret, just then. None of those things could possibly apply to such a warm and gentle kiss.

*He tastes like honey himself,* Bardock thought, as his tongue eased its way between soft lips. It felt so natural kissing Turles, as if they were mates. And yet, they had never touched each in this way before, ever. His brother opened himself to Bardock, and their tongues played wetly over each other, stroking, exploring, tasting.

Bardock was the more aggressive, and Turles let him have his way without much more than a pleasurable fight. He slid greedy arms around a warm and eager body, drawing them together. They had not felt each other like this before. Lovers' hands explored new, exotic and utterly familiar flesh, relishing the freedom to do so.

It was so strange, yet not. Mouths nipped and sucked at each other, tongues and lips exploring gently, gliding. Turles could hardly say any of it was deliberate, but they were far gentler with each other than with any other lover, and not out of fear. Their slow, tender manner with each other grew out of affection and delectation. Kissing Bardock made Turles feel serene, safe, loved. That level of intimacy seemed to spring inevitably from what they had had before, the closeness they had always shared. It was suddenly hard to believe, at that moment, that things could ever have ended up any other way.

Bardock found the hem of Turles' shirt and ran his cherishing hands up the hot skin underneath it as he lifted the whole thing over his brother's head. He pulled away from their kiss just to look, to see if that exposed body looked anywhere near as good as it felt. He caressed and pinched dusky nipples and let his fingers trace prominent muscles. Soft, strong hands ran over his own body in return, lifting up and dispensing with his own shirt. He sighed with pleasure as open palms kissed his torrid flesh.

He wanted nothing more in the world just then than to be wrapped in his brother's heat, to kiss and be kissed, to find bliss in devotion and delighted flesh. With another shuddering sigh, he urged Turles up into and astride his lap, so that he could press his torso into the circle of those arms.

"Bardock," Turles whispered again and again, as if reminding himself who was giving him such pleasure. Bardock groaned at hearing Turles speak his name with such fervent desire. Flames wrapped him, and he pressed deep into their embrace.

Mouths met, then went biting and suckling down sensitive flesh, tongues trailing fire. Bardock bent to sample a luscious nipple, taking it is his teeth, soothing it with his tongue, firing it with strong kisses. Hard and groaning lengths were pressed against each other, and the larger brother abruptly stood, pulling Turles up with him, unwilling to have anything at all separate them any longer. Kneeling before his brother, his lover, his angel of desire, he slowly, and with infinite attention to detail, slid common fabric down flanks of dusky silk, skimming hard and flexing muscles as he went.

He rested his cheek against a hard belly, cupping and caressing the forbidden curves of his brother's ass and thighs, marveling at way the willing flesh melded against his palms.

His breath catching with excitement, he freed his brother's legs entirely, then turned to the hard cock and nuzzled his cheek against the silken head. The moans of rapture from Turles' throat made him dizzy with excitement. He looked upwards and caught his breath, completely taken with the vision of masculine beauty and ecstasy. Lips parted, a flush of excitement and pleasure tinting his handsome face, Turles gazed at him under a fan of thick lashes, moaning Bardock's name. Dark eyes locked together.

"Please," Turles mouthed silently.

Bardock licked the hard cock in front of him, letting his soft and raspy tongue run the entire length of it. He breathed in the scent of arousal and tasted it on his tongue. Glancing up again, he saw that Turles' eyes were closed now, and the sight somehow struck him deeply. *He wants me so badly...* Bardock thought with a satisfaction unmarred by selfishness, and then he took his brother's cock in his mouth, as far as it would go. His tongue ran back and forth in slow zig zags as he lazily moved his mouth up and down the shaft, rubbing the head against the back of his throat, then relinquishing it completely and gliding his soft lips over the head, his tongue exploring the cleft. Turles moaned as though his entire world was coming apart, and the sound drove Bardock mad.

Turles felt the pace increase, and there was nothing he could do about it, not even decide whether he wanted it that way or not. Bardock's attentions to him were driving him to insanity, and he was more than willing to pay that price. Anything to have that relishing mouth on him, around him, giving him pleasure and taking it.

*I love him*, Turles thought, and he knew it didn't matter if it was brotherly love or romantic love or sexual love. At their root, all loves were the same.

Bardock changed his rhythm slightly, sucking a bit as his slick tongue paid homage, and Turles couldn't control what happened next. With a roar that was as much triumph as it was pleasure, Turles came mightily into his brother's mouth, his hips jerking as Bardock drank him. Turles thought he might die of the pleasure right there.

After a few shuddering, shaking breaths, Turles began to lower himself down, to share the ecstasy that had just marked him. Bardock, however, wanted something different, and he laid his hands on his brother's hips, stopping him. He leaned forward and delicately dipped his tongue into Turles' navel, exploring. He laid wet, gentle kisses outward in a spiral, then stopped to meet dark eyes much like his own again.

"I want all of you," Bardock said.

After a brief moment, Turles nodded, then reached down to help him to his feet. Hands stroking and tails grasping, unwilling to be separated for even an instant, the two went down the hallways towards their bedrooms.

Bardock's bedroom was closest, yet Turles firmly steered him towards his own room. Bardock looked at him quizzically, lifting a brow. "Because afterwards it will smell like you, like us together."

Saiyajin senses were keen. Bardock could understand. He took another wet kiss in the hallway, then let himself be pulled into the room and onto a soft bed.

Turles knelt astride him, taking in the perfection that was his to touch now. He neither knew nor cared what kind of future this act was shaping between them. Only the present mattered. He leaned down, taking a handsome face in both hands, and proceed to kiss Bardock senseless.

Bardock could barely think. A hot mouth and a clever tongue moved on, within his own, stoking fires already burning out of control. He slid his arms up and around Turles, then pulled him down beside him, pressing himself against that lovely body. As he'd hoped, clever hands moved to free him of the clothing remaining between them. Turles broke their kiss only long enough to pull the rest of it away, then he dove back down, anxious to feel all of him.

They felt such freedom in the simple acts of touching. Bardock kissed Turles' throat, delighting in the taste of his skin, the salt of his sweat. Gentle kisses made his brother shiver. Hard ones made him moan. Bardock experimented, learning the body under his mouth and hands. It pleased him no end to find himself worked on the same way.

They were brothers. They were equals. Yet neither of them were surprised to find that it was Bardock who eased himself into control. Turles surrendered, in as much as the submissive partner ever truly relinquished power, letting himself be pleasured. He was turned over on his back, his knees raised and spread. Bardock's tail whispered over his body, tickling, coiling around his hard length, consoling him while the elder reached over to search his night stand for what was wanted. Turles slapped Bardock's ass with his tail, but didn't have long to wait before he had his brother's full attention once again.

Turles had not had many male lovers. He was never quite satisfied by the men who had approached him. Yet there was no mystery or surprise in what happened next. Bardock's hand was suddenly slick and cool with lotion, and fingers moved on him, in him, readying him. It felt fine, pleasant less for what it was than for what it presaged. Turles had no fears at all about Bardock's skills or intentions. He purred, stretching and thrusting his hips up at the hands taking such care of him. His tail found Bardock's cock and squeezed once before swiftly uncoiling.

Bardock finished and readied them, moving into position. He looked down into a beautiful, smiling face, and suddenly had to stop. If this interfered with them, if it spoiled their relationship, if it brought a chill between them or a hurt, then it wasn't worth it. All the ecstasy in the world wasn't worth that.

Turles saw his doubt, his fear. "Do you think you've taken advantage of me, Bardock?" he asked softly, nothing of recrimination in his voice.

Bardock considered the question far too important not to truly ponder it. "No," he said finally.

"Then do what we both want, and stop worrying about things that will never be," Turles said, reaching up to lick his mouth.

Bardock eased into to close heat, and one or both of them cried out. For a moment he didn't move, and there was a small time to look at each other, to appreciate the deep intimacy between them now, the mutual vulnerability. It had never been like this. There was no way it could have been before. Feeling a heart-stopping tenderness for Turles, Bardock slowly began to move inside him, letting friction and heat and delight say what he could not. Turles' eyes shone. Then they snapped shut as Bardock stroked his sweet spot and Turles arched up, spreading himself, wanting more, demanding it.

Bardock couldn't have forced himself not to give in to that unspoken demand. Building to it slowly, he rode Turles hard, every gasp and stuttered moan from the man beneath him spurring him on. It was always like this for him. The foreplay was sweet and tender and could last for hours; the fucking was as hard and deep as he could manage it, leaving his partners sore and bearing the marks of his hands. He took Turles' mouth in a rough kiss. His fingers left marks that would bruise bronzed skin. His tail wrapped another with all its considerable strength.

Feeling more deliciously out of control than he ever had before, Turles moaned and begged and writhed. Molten glass flowed sluggishly up his spine. Lightning struck him. He could hardly breathe. And he needed to. Not for himself, but to scream Bardock's name. He was always so quiet during sex. He'd never realized it before. And now, suddenly, as the pressure built, as his wildness increased, it wasn't enough. Wrapping his arms and legs and tail tightly around every part of Bardock that he could reach, Turles jerked and heaved, and shrieked out his brother's name.

"BAAAAAARRRRDOOOOCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!"

It was enough; it was too much. Bardock came hard, the release leaving sparks dancing in his vision. Perversely, his jaw locked shut; he could barely utter a sound as orgasm ripped through him. Turles, fortunately, made enough noise for both lovers as he finished, the spasms coming in waves. The hard embrace he had Bardock wrapped in became crushing before easing sweetly away until only a gentle, affectionate hug was left. Bardock slowly moved off of him, settling in next to him in a sticky, fragrant embrace.

Their tails stayed hooked together.

*******

"Bardock?"

"Hmmmnn?"

"Are you okay?"

Bardock laughed. "I'm not the one who just got his ass pounded!"

"Shit! I'm not talking about that, and you know it," Turles said, elbowing him in the gut.

"I know." They kissed slowly, tenderly. The kiss said that everything was alright, that neither of them was sorry. It felt good, and they kept at it for awhile.

"You know, mother would have killed us," Turles said when they eventually stopped. Both were sleepy now, but not quite sleepy enough to stop hands from roaming.

"Mother would have killed ME for touching you," Bardock said, and they both laughed. Their mother had been quite attached to her image of Turles' innocence, despite copious evidence to the contrary.

Turles turned over on his front and rested his head on his arms, peering at him from under dark bangs. "So...are you okay?"

Bardock thought about it. "I guess so. You're smart, and your team will look out for you."

He sighed. "I still don't like the idea of you on that ship, but, hey, at least this way, it won't be a year till I see you again."

He smiled, wanting to put this behind them. Like Turles had said, it was too late now anyway. Bardock didn't want any bad feelings between them. He loved his brother.

"What about this?" Turles asked, running a finger lazily down his chest.

Bardock grinned, then leaned forward for a sloppy kiss. "Oh, you know me, brother. I never could resist a pretty face."

Laughter and soft purring chased the two of them to sleep.

End