Fan Fiction ❯ Innocence Lost ❯ Epilogue. ( Epilogue )

The grocery store was surrounded, flames leaping to the heavens. At the front of the crowd, two boys sat side by side. One catatonic, his head on the other's shoulder. Strong, the other boy sat straight, petting his brother's hair. Everything would be okay now. They hadn't needed their useless parents anyway. The only person they could rely on was each other, and that fact was hammered home as the roof collapsed and the flames grew to new heights. A fireman briefly paused in front of them, staring down at the young boys. Life would be hard for them now. Soon, the Department of Children's Safety would be out to place them in a new home, probably away from each other. He moved on, deciding to let the boys have what could be their last moments together.

The firelight illuminated the area around them, casting red and orange shadows into the twilight. The boys were no longer there watching the blaze. Half a mile away, in a small house in the suburbs, two boys lay in the living room of a mostly empty house. Living alone would be a new challenge, but they knew they could work it out. They had to. Tomo stirred in his sleep, the movement catching his twin's attention. He hadn't spoken a word since he'd come out of the warehouse, and Tamasine was worried. He knew his brother, and he knew how his brother dealt with stress. This was not one of the ways. Tomo would come around at his own pace, though. It wouldn't do to damage him further by forcing him to interact as more than a barely aware life form. Tama had time, and plenty of it. His thoughts returned to the fire again. It had been beautiful, and he wished his brother could have seen the looks on their parents' faces when he dropped the match. The doors and windows were the first to be engulfed, aided by gasoline and a few other choice accelerators. Their screams were the serenade of angels, the crackling fire the melody to which they sang. Tama loosened his pants at the familiar tightening of his loins and slipped a slender hand inside. He stroked himself to full hardness still remembering the way they'd danced trying to escape. So wrapped up in his recollection was he that he didn't notice the second hand sliding into his pants and closing around his own until it squeezed the head of his penis of its own accord. His thoughts efficiently shattered, his gaze focused back into the room and downward onto the smiling face of his brother. A softly spoken request reached his ears, and the sentence that followed explained everything.

"Nii-chan, let me help you with that. I've had so much practice lately." Tamasine smiled and leaned down to kiss his brother gently. Everything would be okay now.

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Dawn came and went, the morning light waking the boys in each other's arms. Sleep had claimed them finally after two exuberant bouts of love-making. It had made sense that they'd be together, the abduction and tragedy of late drawing them closer than before. Tomo stretched, yawning, and stared around the room. He remembered a fire, he thought, but wasn't sure. He shook his brother's shoulder a little, interrupting his slumber. Almost identical pale brown eyes met, and Tama smiled.

"Nii-chan, what happened last night? I remember us, but what happened before that?" His brother's eyes grew darker and a smirk worked its way across his usually angelic face.

"Don't worry, Tomo. They can't hurt us anymore." Accepting it as the explanation it was, Tomo nodded, laying back down in the comfort of his brother's arms.

Tamasine blamed his parents for all of it. If they hadn't expected him to keep watch on his brother, if they hadn't both worked the same shift, he doubted Tomo would have been kidnapped. More recently, if they had actually bothered to look for him, to try and find him, they would have, and Tama wouldn't have had to punish them. He mourned the loss of Mamoru, but only a little. The teen had been a good lover, and he'd wanted to share that with Tomo. Too late now, though. Later today, they would leave the house, never to return. It was time to make their own lives, just the two of them.