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“So, when do you think you’re gonna be coming back?” the question was casual enough. The speaker lounging down on the new living room’s couch was just as casual; his bare stomach faced the other man he was speaking to while his hand lazily held up his head. Claw’s intentions weren’t nearly as innocent as the question could have been. He eyed his brother’s packed bags warily, eventually dragging his attention up to Fang’s identical face. Although their features were the same, the two men’s’ expressions weren’t close to it.

“I don’t think I’ll be back anytime soon… Even me staying for a week was pushing the limit, Claw.” Fang coughed. Unlike his twin, Fang choose to stand. He didn’t feel comfortable sitting alongside his twin on the couch; it wasn’t his home, after all. Less than a week ago Claw and his new ‘wife’ (if Larissa even wanted to be called that) moved out of their parents’ homes and into this new home after their ‘marriage’ (which had been a complete and utter disaster). The groom got wasted, the bride ran off, making it clear from the very start that they didn’t want to be together… It was a good thing their new estate was roomy enough for the both of them so they didn’t have to encounter each other’s faces during the day. Fang, honestly, was not comfortable in that kind of environment. There were plenty of rooms in the newly-built mansion, but Claw had made sure he claimed his bedroom early. The younger twin managed to convince Fang to stay in the same room as him during the week after the marriage… and Fang was glad to say that despite Claw’s constant advances (stupid Claw had gotten as far as insisting they share the same bed- just like old times), he hadn’t given in. In the past week, Fang was proud to say he hadn’t (willingly) kissed his brother. Claw was married and already out of the house. They were supposed to be grown up. As much as he wanted to push himself up against his twin right now, he knew he shouldn’t. That was improper- it’d take Fang’s life two steps back. Besides, how awkward would it be if for some reason somebody’s parent walked in unannounced and witnessed the groom cheating already?

“You so sure?” Claw coaxed, taking a finger and curling a lock of his violet hair around it. He batted his eyelashes- a girlish addition to his whoreish tactics. “You really want to leave so soon? You wouldn’t get away from me this time last week!”

Fang’s wings stiffened. “This time last week you weren’t married.” came the stiff reply.

“And?”

“You still don’t get that, do you? I still live back with Mother and Father! For all we know they could have invited themselves over, and could be listening in on our conversation right now!” exclaimed Fang, his temper running low. “Somebody could get a hold on you kissing one of the maids or your next hooker, or me, and they’d expose it and totally ruin Father’s business! Larissa’s parents’ would suffer too! And it’d all be because of you.” Did Claw even realize that he was married so that he’d be more easily put on a shortened leash? Did he understand that now that they were older, he’d been rudely thrusted out of their make-up (and make-out) world and into reality? Did Claw even bother to comprehend that if any affair he might have in the future could totally ruin their comfortable living? Probably not.
Fang’s hands tightened around his suitcase handles. His frown tightened on his lips, his expression on his lips.

“… So?”

“I think I should leave now so this isn’t any more difficult then it has to be. I’ll visit eventually... Once you get the hang of things.” What kind of answer was that? Fang immediately wished he could take it back. He bet it sounded stupider then he’d intended it to be. Once Claw ‘got the hang of things’? When the hell would that be? Fang didn’t want to abandon his beloved brother forever… but coming back soon didn’t sound so much like wise thing (which Fang had been trying to do more of lately). “I feel like I’ve overstayed my visit.” That didn’t sound too right, either. Whatever; hopefully, he’d gotten most of his point across. “You may not like Larissa, just try to be nice, okay?”

“… Does this mean you’re still going home?” The man rose up out of his seat, only to bend down and pull at his pants so they weren’t as scrunched up against his legs.

“Yes, Claw.”

“No good-bye kiss?” Claw raised an eyebrow suspiciously. After everything he’d tried on Fang this week to get him, his older brother had only replied by pushing him away. That wasn’t any fun. Maybe he could get something out of him right now, using a ‘good-bye’ as an excuse.

Fang’s lips pursed tighter together. He… he could let this one slide, right? They were family; as long as Claw only pecked his cheek it would be fine… Right? “On the cheek.”

“Deal.” Claw’s lips produced a smooth lie, even tipping upward in anticipation. Cheeks were close to two other possible targets that his mouth could accidentally ‘slip’ to…

“A peck on the cheek, at the door, after I put my bags in my car and before I leave. Like family should kiss.” concluded Fang, causing in his brother’s smile to evaporate quickly. He spun around, wheeling the two suitcases behind him.
A grumbling Claw followed, not too pleased that Fang was making him walk for something that could barely be considered a kiss. Of course, Claw would try to get more… but Fang was being so strict it probably wouldn’t be any fun.

Both the young men had no idea and could have never guessed, who was driving their way at that very moment.

"No I ******** didn't!" Claw's confused expression melted into a snarl. He denied Mickey's claim easily- there was no way he could have gotten her preggers! The pink-haired woman wasn't fat, either, so she couldn't have been! It was impossible! There was no way in hell he could have gotten- or wanted to get- anybody pregnant! "There's no way. There's nothing in your stomach! You're making this load of bullshit up!" His fingers curled up on his cheek where Mickey's slap remained.

"Claw! You couldn't have forgotten!" Mickey didn't respond to his greeting, but that wasn't important anymore. Claw got Mickey pregnant??! That was probably one of the worst things that could have happened, one of the bad things that could attract unwanted attention. "Even with guys you're not supposed to forget!"

"I didn't forget, Fang!" Did he forget? Claw couldn't even remember that... He thought he remembered, so it was the thought that count! "I didn't do anything to her except sleep with her! There's no way she's pregnant. No ******** way!"