For you two (TFATF/XXX-Crossover)

I woke up at six in the morning. Not really a surprise considering the fact that I had slept early. In fact it was more surprising to me that I had indeed slept eight hours with the two of them in the bed.

Looking left and right of me I saw the mirror image of two snoring, sleeping men. Beautiful men, but still snoring - and of course still two. I just snorted, shook my head and got up. No way they would find me in bed when they woke up. Let alone see me walking into the bathroom naked.

I took my time in said bathroom, dressed in comfortable drawstring pants and a shirt and sat down in front of the TV, trying to watch the morning news but ended up thinking about what happened the last night.

Couldn't say that I didn't like the way Xander had touched me. But it had been weird. That guy was definitely crazy, pulling off something like this in the house of his brother's woman.

The house of his brother's woman? I mentally shook my head. Since when did I start calling myself that?

I couldn't say what shocked me more - the fact that I, obviously, had started to accept being Toretto's, Dom Toretto's, I mentally corrected myself, woman, or the fact that I had liked Xander's ministrations until I realized that he wasn't Dom. Because frankly, from the few minutes I had with him I could tell that this man was good at what he had been doing - very good.

Better than...

Better not think about that, I thought. That's exactly what Dom told you on the plane...

But Gods, those hands. And those lips. The fire radiating from his body.

Note to self: Not getting caught with Xander alone, I thought. Could just end disastrous...

But why didn't Dom even just freak a tiny little bit when he saw Xander and me together? He must have been standing there for quite a while, watching us. I remembered the squeaking of the door, which had been some time before he had started to speak.

He had heard me respond to his brother. Perhaps seen that, too, as there had been a bit of light cast from the doorway to the bed.

And he didn't freak?

I didn't understand that.

I'd agree if it was any other man lying on you, Dana. However, that's my twin in your bed.

That hadn't been serious, right?

But from his reaction...

I realized that I was in trouble with those two in one house. Even more with both of them in one bed.

Or rather with one of them in the bed. If Xander would put me to another test I honestly couldn't say if I would be able to withstand very long...

I heard water running in the bathroom. Now which one of the two had woken up?

A few minutes later, when a bathrobe-clad man sat down in the chair next to mine in front of the TV, I still didn't know.

"Morning." The man who looked like Dom said.

"Morning. Would you mind to pull up your sleeve a bit so that I know who I'm talking to?" It came out a bit harsher than I intended it to.

"You can't tell?" He chuckled, smirking at the TV.

"No, I can't."

"Funny, we're not so much alike."

"Oh yes, you are. Which one are you?"

He leaned over and looked at me with a wicked smile. "You really can't tell with whom you've shared a bed for some months?"

"I'd say you're Dom.... but..." I tried to catch the sleeve, but he pulled back faster than I could catch him.

"Interesting." He said. "You really can't tell?"

"No, I can't!" I spat.

"And you said you have a boring life."

Not even that comment could make me tell who was sitting next to me as Dom had referred to that quote of mine the night before.

"Well, I'd feel much more comfortable if you could just show me your arms!" I almost shouted at him.

"Really? As far as I could tell you were very comfortable when you couldn't see them." He chuckled.

"Oohhh!" I groaned out, got up and walked into the kitchen.

I snatched a Coke from the fridge, leaned to the table and started to drink slowly. Those two would drive me insane, I just knew it.

The bathrobe clad figure was leaning to the doorframe.

"Coke's not healthy..."

Ah, so that must be Xander because Dom had already told me so months ago...

"...been telling you that for months, baby."

...or Dom?

Dammit, I thought and placed the bottle on the table.

"Listen, Toretto, I would really like to know which one of the two you are." I couldn't be too wrong using that name, right?

He smiled at the floor, snorted, then smiled at me while slowly opening the belt of the bathrobe.

Which, a split second later, fell down to the floor.

No ink on that naked body. Definitely Dom.

"Told you I would have to work on being loved more as soon as he arrives." He said and slowly walked over to me, naked as he was.

"He's... weird." I said when he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"You're always making such interesting sounds when someone who's 'weird' is seducing you?" He chuckled and kissed my neck.

"Don't know what I find more weird in this case: His behavior or yours, Dom." I grumbled.

He laughed out and pulled me closer.

"I had the impression that his behavior turned you on. Interesting to watch you two, considering we never had a mirror in which I could watch us while having sex with you."

"I'd lie if I'd say that I didn't respond to what he did. Well, you know that already..." I still couldn't believe that Dom didn't even seem a tiny bit angered by what Xander had done. Or what I had done, that was. Time to test your limits, Dom, I thought. "Can't say he didn't turn me on."

"That's good, baby, that's good." He said and let his hand wander under my shirt. "Tell me more?"

"You're serious, Dom? Because..." I frowned at him who, in fact, didn't seem impressed, irritated, angered or anything I expected him to be, but, instead, cupped one of my breasts and started to tease my nipple with his thumb.

"Think I need to explain this, huh?" He smiled and let his other hand wander under my shirt, too.

"Yeah, I'd be extremely thankful if you did..." I sighed when he pressed me back down on the kitchen table.

The shirt was pushed to my neck and he started to kiss my breasts.

"He and I... that was always like... two sides of a coin. Different, but still the same."

The hands replaced his lips on my breasts, and he kissed his way down my stomach.

"So I always liked to watch him, was almost like watching myself... or rather... a better version of myself..."

My pants were pushed down, and he kissed his way upwards again.

"Found it rather hot to see and hear him with you, I have to admit." He whispered into my ear and nibbled my earlobe.

"Don't think I could do that again." I plainly lied not only to him, but also to myself. But then again, how bold would I be to tell him that I found sex with his brother rather interesting from what I had experienced so far?

"You wouldn't want him to..." One hand gliding between my legs, spreading them; something pressing to me... "do this?"

He entered me with one swift move. Not too difficult considering the fact that I had been wet ever since I started to think about Xander when I had still been sitting in the TV chair; but the sudden intrusion combined with the stretching made me cry out in surprise.

He gave me a moment to adjust, to get used to him again. I looked up to him, who was smiling down at me.

"Don't think I could do that to you." I gasped.

"No?" He started to move; short, slow movements while getting up from my body, coming to a stand before the kitchen table on which I was lying. "Why on earth are you so fucking wet then, baby?"

"None of your business." I groaned. "Damn, Dom, what do you want from me? To fuck your brother?"

"As long as you still remember who you're coming home with, I'd say yes." He grunted. The strokes became longer, more teasing. "Still better than to have you fuck any stranger."

I felt that I was breaking a sweat.

"And as long as I'm together with you, I'd say no." I replied. "Can't you just shut it and fuck me?"

"I could." He sighed. "But I find it more sexy this way."

"Never thought you'd find it sexy to fuck me while suggesting that I should sleep with another man." I chuckled.

"Not 'another man', baby. Just the other side of my coin, remember?"

The speed increased.

"You - wouldn't want that." I gasped. "Gods, Dom..."

"And what if I would? Would you do it?" He growled.

"Wouldn't."

"Would."

"Wouldn't..."

It wasn't just a battle with words, it was also a battle of our bodies. He slammed into me harder with each word, and in contrast to what I was saying, I was accepting him more and more.

"Would."

"Wouldn't." So close... was all I managed to think.

"Would." Said a voice from the door. Dom and I froze for a moment, stared at Xander who stood there, wearing nothing but leather pants.

He just winked, grinned, shook his head and went away, his bag over his shoulder.

I stared at Dom, he stared at me and we both snorted.

The Dom continued to do what he had just been doing before Xander had interrupted us.

"Shit, you're kidding me, right?" I groaned. "You can't continue to fuck me as if nothing had happened if... Get off me!" I tried to push him away, but didn't manage.

"Stopping to see him as another person would help." Dom suggested.

"Would not."

"Would."

"Wouldn't."

"Would..."

I noticed that he, as well as I, was careful not to make too much noise when he came. Interesting, I thought. He's not disturbed by his brother watching us, but he doesn't want him to hear too much, either...

What I also noticed was that he didn't bother that I didn't come. And... the fact that I had been able to think all the time when we had made it. I had always been able to think at least a tiny little bit, but this - here and today - had been ridiculous.

My conclusion was that something between Dom and me was definitely going wrong.

An awkward silence lingered between us when we dressed again; not just because I had those thoughts. Usually Dom would say something - like, asking if I was okay - but this time, he didn't. Coming to really think about it, he hadn't done that for quite some time.

Strange.

"Feels like you've been slipping away from me for some time now." I remembered him saying.

Yeah, Dom, I thought - likewise.

He left the kitchen without saying a word. I kept staring at the counter.

I feel neglected, I thought. I just had sex and still feel neglected. Dammit.

I shook my head and decided to take a shower.

On my way I passed through the living room where the two were sitting, obviously chatting happily.

"Morning." Xander said.

"Morning." I grumbled and didn't even look at him, just heard him laughing. I had somewhat expected that he would apologize for the evening before. Or maybe for what happened in the kitchen. But he didn't. In fact, he obviously wasn't even embarrassed.

If that kind of shit continues, I thought, the two better start looking for a hotel.

The shower didn't improve my mood. I have to get out of the house, I thought while I was dressing. Shopping, Shopping seemed like a brilliant idea. Fridge was almost empty, anyway. Good excuse for me to get away.

"I'll do some shopping." I announced when I was finished and stood in the living room. "Anything you'd want in particular?"

"No," Xander said, "if you know what he's eating, then you'll know what I'm eating."

"Okay, then I'll just buy 'much'." I replied, still fascinated how much alike the two looked when they laughed in reply.

Besides the fact, of course, that much ink had been spilled over Xander. And that he was wearing rings. Dom and jewelry seemed unthinkable. Oh, and of course the outfits. While Xander was wearing black - black leather pants, black sleeveless shirt - Dom wore his jeans and T-shirt. But anything else? Absolutely the same.

I just shook my head and went shopping.