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He chuckled darkly to himself.<br />
He shivered in the slightly damp air, coming out of his thoughts. He had stopped on the sidewalk<br />
across the street from the house where his living quarters were, mouth quirking sarc<strong>as</strong>tically at that<br />
thought surfacing again. He leaned against the light pole while he looked at the blurred edges of reality<br />
around him, making the overgrown yard look spooky and farther away than just across the street. False<br />
home just w<strong>as</strong>n’t appealing tonight. He just couldn’t face it again after the week he’d had so far. Not<br />
even the thought of a hot shower and bed after this endless week w<strong>as</strong> enough to pull him across the<br />
street to the darkened house.<br />
He pushed off the light pole with a twist of his shoulders and aimed a one finger salute, that w<strong>as</strong>n’t his<br />
index finger, at the house that looked so unreal across the street.<br />
/Nope not gonna. I’m not playing dodge the verbal bullets tonight. I’m just not in the damn mood for<br />
it. That’s a big Hell No to being the victim tonight even though I do the victim thing soooo well./<br />
He knew exactly where he w<strong>as</strong> going, his mood lifting <strong>as</strong> he backtracked his steps. As he moved<br />
through the almost fog, he stopped to check the stake in the pocket of his old jacket, while carefully<br />
examining the surrounding area. He bent to check the knife and little holster he wore on his ankle<br />
habitually now. The blade and the holster were gifts from friends he’d met before the beginning of<br />
summer. His mouth moved into a genuine shit eating grin <strong>as</strong> he thought about his "new" friends.<br />
Tom<strong>as</strong> and Sinjin. They were brothers, but they were <strong>as</strong> different in coloring <strong>as</strong> night and day. They<br />
were both about his height and with the sharp defined musculature of people who stayed in fighting<br />
shape without being too bulky. They sparred and worked out daily. Tom<strong>as</strong> w<strong>as</strong> the golden boy with<br />
hip length golden hair that w<strong>as</strong> thick and wavy, caught back in a braid that tamed the m<strong>as</strong>s of it and<br />
kept it from tangling. He had clear blue eyes that nearly rivaled Spike’s in color, and sparkled most of<br />
the time with good natured mischief. His eyes could turn into chips of frozen blue ice when he w<strong>as</strong><br />
angry, or snap blue fire at you when he w<strong>as</strong> irritated.<br />
Sinjin w<strong>as</strong> the dark one. His hair fell to p<strong>as</strong>t his butt and w<strong>as</strong> <strong>as</strong> straight <strong>as</strong> a board and just <strong>as</strong> thick; it<br />
w<strong>as</strong> black <strong>as</strong> sin, and had the shine of a raven’s wing in sunlight. He left his hair loose most of the time<br />
to fall about him like a cloak. His eyes were a bright luminous green like a cat’s. They both had high<br />
cheekbones and full lips, thick eyel<strong>as</strong>hes and flawless fair skin. They were absolutely beautiful<br />
separately, but together they packed a one two punch that left males and females alike g<strong>as</strong>ping in their<br />
wake. Beautiful w<strong>as</strong>n’t a term Xander would generally use to describe men. But Thom<strong>as</strong> and Sinjin<br />
were beautiful, not that he’d ever say so....where they could hear him, anyway. He’d seen sales clerks<br />
and wait staff of both sexes, human and demon, flounder helplessly under the gaze of one, and be<br />
decimated when both turned their attention on the hapless mortal or creature.<br />
/No one is immune to the dynamic duo./<br />
Xander chuckled to himself.<br />
Not only were they beautiful, they could fight like no one he’d ever seen before except Buffy, Angel<br />
or Spike. But they were more like Spike. They were like savage poetry in motion, all sensuous grace<br />
and ferocious strength, power, skill and speed. They were deadly in hand to hand and, like Spike they<br />
used a combination of styles and dirty street fighting. Their motto w<strong>as</strong> ",Avoid fighting if you can but<br />
if you can’t, use whatever it takes to keep yourself alive and never leave behind a living enemy."<br />
He had met both of them one night when he’d gone to the Bronze to see if Spike w<strong>as</strong> there and up for<br />
a beer and a game of pool. Spike hadn’t been there. But the two brothers were, playing pool and<br />
insulting one another about their playing skills.<br />
He laughed out loud remembering that night, his laughter rang loud in the silence around him.<br />
They had been decked out in full regalia. Tom<strong>as</strong> w<strong>as</strong> wearing a black silk pirate shirt, with long full<br />
sleeves and tight wrist cuffs, that clung to his torso in all the right places. It w<strong>as</strong> tucked into a pair of<br />
butter soft tight black leather pants with calf high black leather boots. The pants hugged him like a<br />
second skin and advertised an impressive package up front. Sinjin had on the opposite: everything in<br />
white. He wore a white silk shirt with a single sparkling green stone at the middle holding it closed,<br />
the sides falling open just the right amount. And he’d teamed it with clinging white leather pants that