For you two (TFATF/XXX-Crossover)

When I came back I heard them talking in the kitchen; the door was closed.

I couldn't help but listen to them through the closed door; wondering what they were talking about.

"Xander, you can't do this to her. I can't do this to her. Talked to her this morning and she said she wouldn't do that." Dom said - obviously, because he mentioned his brother's name.

"Ya, I've seen you two 'talking', Dom." Xander laughed. "Pray tell why? I've seen no woman so far who could resist both of us. And that woman can't, either. I think she lied to you."

"Well, there you are - she could. She wouldn't lie to me. Had some bad experiences with some other brothers in her past; so I bet she'd run screaming into the night if we both would approach her in any way. Seen her last night in the bed? She froze, man. I've been together with her for quite some time now, and if that woman freezes, something is wrong with her."

Good, Dom, I thought. You at least know me well enough to know when I freeze even if you can't see me at all... And you don't know me well enough to tell if I'm not just lying to you, but also to myself...

"Didn't freeze all the time, brother. Only did that when you interrupted us." Xander chuckled. "And did you think of how the hell she would react if she saw both of us together?"

Huh, I thought, what's that supposed to mean. I saw you both together and...


"Honestly, Xander, I have so no idea."

"Caught yourself a little moralist there, hmmm?"

Snorting and laughing. "Believe me, she's far from being anything like that. Still, I don't know if I really want her to know that..."


He stopped speaking, and I could almost see him biting his bottom lip in the usual way. That what, Dom? What don't you want me to know?

"Yeah, and what do you want to do about it? Keep it secret? Not possible with that one; she notices more than you or even I are probably aware of. I've seen her eyes, I know that. Not do anything? I don't want to believe that and again, I bet she'd know that something would be off."

What the hell was up with those two?

"I know... it's just... I don't want to lose her."

I could almost hear my heart breaking. There was something so strange, so weird that Dom thought he'd lose me if I knew about it? Too much, I thought; I have to get out of here...

"You won't lose her. See, that was always your problem. You kept it secret for too long until you reached a point of no return and then you had to run... again."

...but I'm far too curious about this conversation, I thought. The point where I had believed that this was just about a more or less simple threesome had passed. There was more; damn, if I could just see something!

"Perhaps we're both just too old by now to do this, Xander?"

"Old?" I heard him laugh. "Dominic, we're not old. And we'll never grow up."

"Yeah, so perhaps I grew up a bit."

"You'll still never be as old as I am unless I die before you, and I'm telling you that I will never grow up so you won't, either. You don't want this, Dominic? And that not either? Tell me. Tell me, and I'll let go of you. In fact, I'll leave this fucking country in an hour and you'll never hear from me again."

On the 'this' and 'that'; I had heard Dom groan twice, each time louder. What the fuck was Xander doing there?

"Gods, Xander, stop that. Please. I just can't - and she might be back any minute, so - please..."

Now that kind of begging from Dom was weird. I could hear that he wanted something - whatever Xander was doing to him - but his voice was trying to say the exact opposite?

"You really want me to stop this?" Xander's voice was nothing more than a teasing whisper. "And this, too, perhaps?"

Silence. Then something was crashing down to the kitchen floor; porcelain, as it sounded. A muffled groan, and for my life I couldn't say by whom.

Okay, whatever they wanted to keep secret, they were doing it right now in my kitchen.

And I was eavesdropping. Something deep inside me told, no, screamed at me that I shouldn't do this; but I did it anyway.

I opened the door carefully, silently and just stared at the scene before me.

Dropped the shopping bag in the process.

Heard something in it break when the bag hit the floor but didn't notice that I really heard it, because all I could do was stare and... see.

Xander was standing behind Dom, his left arm possessively draped around his brother's chest; the right hand at Dom's face, turning it around so that...

I had to blink twice to actually understand what I was seeing.

Xander was kissing Dom.

That action had frozen as soon as they had heard the bag dropping to the floor, but they were still in the same position - like marble statues. Yes; marble statues was the only thing that came to my mind - not just because they didn't move but also because of the way they both looked like together.

Unbelievable fucking aesthetically beautiful.

And freaking weird at the same time.

My eyes told me that this wasn't meant to be. Those two were brothers, dammit! Family! They weren't supposed to kiss. At least not the way they did. This wasn't a brotherly hug, this wasn't a friendly kiss to the cheek. This was erotic - way more erotic than anything I had ever seen before. So wonderful, so beautiful, so perfect.

And, the little moralist in my brain added, so damn wrong.

"Oh fuck." The statue in the front whispered when his brother's mouth left his while the owner of said mouth was turning his head to me. Two pairs of brown eyes staring at me.

So... beautiful... and... wrong.

"Dana... I..." Dom started.

My brain went blank. Tilted. Refused to process what my eyes were seeing. Refused to cooperate with or to mediate between the screaming moralist and aesthete in my head. I blinked twice more just to see Xander let go of Dom.

Too much...

I turned on my heel and ran. Ran down the hallway, out of the door, down the stairs to the car. The keys, as I just then noticed, were still in my hand. I opened the door, started the engine and drove off. I could hear both - Xander and Dom - shouting after me, I didn't care and didn't look at them.

Away from this place, away from the confusion. I needed a place for myself, a place of my own where I could think of what I had just seen. Where I could understand what I had just seen.

Where I could get over what I had just seen.

I was barely able to blink the tears in my eyes away to see the road. I knew that I wouldn't be able to drive very far in that condition without thoroughly wrecking something.

There was just one place I could think of: A lake nearby, where I had often sat on a lawn, just watching the surface of the water whenever I had to think about something.

Never had anything like this to think about, though.

Not that right now would be the perfect time to think about it either Right now I needed to concentrate on the street, on my driving; not on those two.

Surprisingly I managed to almost ban the thoughts from my head until I had reached the lake. At that time in the morning on a normal, cold December day, no one was there. Couldn't say that I wasn't happy about it.

I sat on the lawn and stared at the water like a hundred times before. But this time it was different.



The tears came back, I let them flow. Dom and Xander. Xander and Dom. Brothers. Twins, actually. And they had... kissed. Each other. In my kitchen.

I tried to think rationally, as far as I could. Tried to sort that out.

Okay, that conversation between them had told me that there was more than just kissing, or, at least at some point of time, must have been. It seemed as if the active and driving part in that weird relationship was mostly Xander. I knew Dom, however, and I also knew that if whatever those two had was completely against his will, then it would never have happened. Never ever.

I could still hear him begging in my mind.... "Gods, Xander, stop that. Please. I just can't - and she might be back any minute, so - please..." and this hadn't sounded as if he really wanted him to stop, not even for a split second.

All he had been worried about at that moment was that I could come back. Not that Xander wanted to kiss him. Or touched him. No, his sole worries were about me seeing what they did.

I became angry.

Not because of what I had seen. Or because those twins obviously had a relationship that went much further than any relationship within a family should ever go. I could live with that. They looked so beautiful, so perfect, so damn right together.

No, my anger was about something else.

How long had I been knowing Dom now? Almost five months? Okay, take six weeks from that when I had been in coma. Hell, I had told that man some of my deepest darkest secrets and fears. I had been shot for him. Wrecked my car for him.

And he had never even bothered to just slightly touch the subject of him ever having had any relationship with a man? Let alone his brother? His twin?

"I know... it's just... I don't want to lose her." I heard Dom saying in my mind; then Xander's "You kept it secret for too long until you reached a point of no return and then you had to run... again."

The words suddenly made sense.

They were without question both aware that morally, their relationship was wrong. Even Xander would be aware of that.

Technically, it wasn't really wrong. Incest was considered a crime in most countries, but just because of the genetic problems that might arise with possible offspring and to protect minors, of course. However, twins of the same sex wouldn't have either problem with each other, as long as they were both willingly participating in this and knew what they were doing. Okay, so they both were mostly behaving like not really grown-up kids; but they were definitely mature enough to know what the thing they were doing meant.

Can't blame them for that, I thought. Twins, I had heard, shared some kind of special bond. Perhaps this was their bond. I could live with that.

Hell, I could have even lived with the idea of them - again, mostly Xander's idea, probably - sharing me if they so insisted on it. I couldn't resist Dom; so how on earth should I ever resist Xander except for weird moral ideas - because Dom, as he had said and showed, was fine with sharing me with Xander as long as I was comfortable with that. As long, as he had said, as I would remember who I was coming home with.

But what I could neither understand nor live with was the fact that Dom had kept all of this secret from me. The man I owned a house, a garage and a racetrack with didn't tell me that he had, well, an incestuous relationship to his twin brother.

Who the hell could blame him.


How the fuck would I have reacted to this? When would have been the right time - no, any time - to tell me this?

It dawned me that there had never been such a time and that I didn't really want to know what my reaction to such a confession would have been before I had seen them together.

One thing, however, was very clear:

I had hurt and betrayed them both by first secretly listening to their conversation, then seeing them and then running away at least as much as Dom had hurt and betrayed me by not telling me about this before. None of us could, in the end, be blamed for either betrayal. It was natural.

Who would have ever thought that I would come to the conclusion that betraying and hurting could, in some instances, be considered natural, I thought. But no matter how much this whole thing seemed 'natural' to me after thinking about it, I really wasn't ready to return and look into their eyes now; let alone talk to them...

And I had left them alone at my home with no car and no phone at hand. Shit.

I took my cellphone from my pocket and dialed Michael's number.

"Where the hell are you?" He shouted at me right after picking up.

"Ah, I see that you've been at my house?" I replied.

"I'm still there. Met your double trouble here. Quite confusing, those two; and as it seems, they are a bit confused and panicking too because you left them alone. What happened?"

"Double trouble?" I chuckled.

"Yeah, you know, the guys that couldn't be kept apart if they wore turtlenecks with long sleeves. You're trying to distract me. What happened?"

"We had... an argument." I said.

"I gathered that. Anything I can help with?"

"Not really. Just need some time for myself, Michael. Can't face them right now."

"Did they hurt you?"

"Not more than I hurt them, I guess." I sighed. "Say, can't you do something together with them today? I don't want to go home but I feel that they could need some distraction, too, which they'll probably not find in the house."

"I'll find something for them to do. Will bring them back in the night, perhaps tomorrow if I can persuade them to spend the night at my home. I'll call you before I do." Michael sighed. "Just you take good care of yourself, Dana, okay?"

"I will, don't worry. Oh... and tell them..." I bit my tongue and desperately thought about what he could tell them without telling him what I had seen.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Tell them it was beautiful, just a bit confusing for me. And don't you dare asking me or them what. Perhaps, eventually, I'll tell you; or they'll do. Just don't ask."

"Okay." Michael said and hung up.

If I hadn't known that I could trust him unconditionally, I would have been worried.

But the way it was, I had a full day, perhaps even another night, to think about what happened without having to face the 'double trouble', as Michael had called them without knowing how right he had been.