For you two (TFATF/XXX-Crossover)

Author's note:

This story is a sequel to my 'Not for you' story, which can be found in my profile. If you haven't read that story so far, I guarantee that this story here will thoroughly confuse you. So my advice would be... read the other one first.



Also, this story is dealing with twincest (sex between twins - two brothers, in this case - that is).

If you don't feel comfortable with this, stop reading now. I mean it.







"Bring Feiglinge along when you come back." Leon said and hugged me and Dom as he dropped us at the airport.

"Yes, I can imagine you miss them as much as we do." Michael laughed. "Though, of course, you never became as addicted to them as Dana and I did when we still lived in Germany..."

"I'm quite over them." I grumbled.

"I'm not." Vince chuckled, picking up his bag.

"Where the hell is Brian?" Dom said. "He wanted to meet us here..."

"It's Brian you're talking about, Dom, you know?" I replied and grabbed my bag. "Let's get to the check-in, boys, don't want to miss the flight because of that gearhead."

The 'gearhead', however, was already waiting at the check-in.

"Didn't we want to meet outside?" Dom said when we passed him. "Didn't we want to take care to get seats next to each other?"

"Ah, just you ask her." Brian pointed grinning at one of the assistants behind the desk. "Already took care of that. Two seats for Dom and Dana in one row, behind that, three for me, Michael and Vince"

"For various reasons I still can't understand why they always fall for you." I said, shaking my head.

"They just don't know him when they see him." Vince laughed.

"Right." I said. "Now, let's just get on that plane and get to Germany."

"Still not sure if I want to fly." Dom said. "Never liked flying much."

"Yeah, you're probably the first person who took a boat from Japan to the US when he could have taken a plane." Brian said.

"That was just because I wanted to stay with my car..." Dom protested.

"...and out of the reach of certain Katana wielders and their daughters, I know." I laughed.

"My brother loves to fly. I don't." Dom said, his face darkening a bit.

The brother. His twin. Xander. We were supposed to meet him in Germany. Gods, I was so curious about him...

"Yeah, but Xander also rides motorcycles, quads, ski and snowboards, as far as I remember; and as long as I know you I haven't seen you on either of them." Vince said.

"How much alike are they, Vince? I mean, I have heard they look much like each other, but looking like each other doesn't mean they're the same." I said.

"Good start. In fact, if Xander weren't tattooed that much I doubt they could keep each other apart. But as soon as they really start talking, you'll notice the difference."

"Voices are different?" I asked.

"No, not at all. But have you ever seen Dom talking much?"

I saw said Dom glaring and us.

"Not really. Well, sometimes."

"See, that's something he doesn't have in common with Xander. Dom is the man with the one-liners and much brooding most of his time. Xander is the man for much talking and less thinking." Vince laughed.

"I doubt you know us as good as you think." Dom said.

"Well, I doubt I know you two as few as you'd like me to." Vince replied calm.

Dom gave Vince a short, sharp glance; making me wonder what this was about. I couldn't really ask at that moment, though, as it was our turn now at the check-in.

I picked the subject up again some hours later when the plane was already in the air as soon as I thought the other three in the seats before ours had dozed off.

"Dom?" I said, looking at him who was sitting to my left.

"Hmmm?" He replied, barely lifting his eyes from the magazine he was flipping through.

"What do I have to expect?"

"Dunno, you know Germany much better than we do?" He murmured.

"No, I mean, from Xander."

"Hm?" He asked, finally looking at me.

"What's he like? Ever since you told me that we would meet him in Germany when we'd get there to fetch Michael's and my remaining belongings, you didn't tell me much more. What's he like?"

"Much smarter than I. Had a reason why I told you that I would have to work on being loved more as soon as he steps on the stage."

"Twins always tend to claim that the respective other of them is much smarter and better, you know...?" I said.

"No, he's really smarter. Much better at doing and pretending things."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Well, for example you could take him out to a fine French restaurant and he'd just fit in. Ten minutes later you could send him to a hard rock bar and he'd fit in, too; and in both cases his clothes - whatever they would be - wouldn't matter. I never understood how he manages that, but he does."

"Interesting." I said.

"See, that's why I'm a bit afraid to meet him together with you."

"Pray tell why?"

"Because you might find him a bit more interesting than you find me."

"...so...? You're jealous or what?"

"Jealous? No, that was never the problem. It's just that... perhaps... if you meet him... you'll see how boring I am and will want something more... interesting. Not that you could ever keep Xander, though."

"Oh, problem worse than with you? I mean, I always thought I couldn't keep you either..."

"You know that you can keep me as long as I have certain freedoms. The same freedoms that I give to you. But Xander... is different. He can be interested for some time, but never for too long because he's bored too fast. Could never imagine Xander buying a house for more people than himself, except, of course, guest rooms for the people he practically imports for his parties."

"Which, of course, is totally different from you." I said, remembering the day in New York when he had told me that he had bought the house by the lake for himself, me and the rest of the team, as far as they wanted to live there. "And which, of course, is one of the reasons why I love you."

"You still do?"

"Sure. Last five months haven't changed much." I said, kissing his cheek.

"Perhaps the next few weeks will." He murmured.

"Why should they?"

"Just because you have so no idea what Xander is like. Trust me, if you had met him before me you wouldn't even have given me a second look. Maybe not even a first."

"Hey Dom, stop that." I said, slowly but surely becoming thoroughly confused.

"No, I can't. We are two... but it's just as if one has been split in two. He's the better half."

"Can't say that you look like 'half', Dom. In fact, you look more like 'double' to me..." I tried to be witty; but a look at his face told me that he wasn't cheered up. "Why the hell did you want me to meet him if you're so concerned about, well, whatever you are concerned about - of which I don't even have a remote idea what it could possibly be?"

"Just because you're part of my life now. And he's always been a part of my life and will always be. Think those two parts need to meet."

I had no idea why it stung me awfully that Xander would, according to Dom, 'always be a part of his life' and I just 'was a part of his life now'. I knew Dom well enough to know that he hadn't chosen those words unintended...

"What are you frowning about?" He said.

"Just the 'part now' and the 'will always be' parts of that sentence, that's all." I said, really surprised to actually hear the words slipping from my mouth.

"Ya, see, knew you wouldn't understand it. We're twins. That's much different from just 'family'. Even if we haven't met in the last five years, I know exactly what he's like; and he'll know the same about me. We always shared.... everything. See, I could break up with you, with the team, with everything... but never with him."

"Sure, and in a minute you'll try to get me with the 'and I can feel when he's hurt even if he's half a globe away' shit, right?" I chuckled.

"Told you that you wouldn't understand." He shrugged, a bit miffed.

"Say..." A voice, Vince's voice, came from the seats before us. "This is gonna continue for the whole flight? Because I'm gonna ask for a parachute then. You two should listen to your own talking. Like toddlers fighting in the sandbox. Or like an old married couple, that is."

"Parachute reminds me of the fact that I'm in the air, flying, a vehicle I wouldn't be able to control even if I wanted to, currently being steered by a perhaps drunken or suicidal pilot. Thanks, Vince." Dom muttered.

"Just a few hours more and we'll be landing in Frankfurt. You'll be fine." I tried to reassure him, not really successfully so.