Thursdays were off nights and they always spent them together.

Jane, their trusted assistant manager, had been left in charge of Tailz. They trusted all their staff, Konnor having too much of a business mind to hire anyone incompetent in the first place, Jace too impatient to put up with nonsense of any kind. No 'three strikes and you're out' bullshit where Jace was concerned. One strike? Maybe, but probably more like half a strike, and only if he were feeling particularly charitable that day.

Not long after they'd opened the bar together, Jace and Konnor had fallen into a routine. Friday nights through Monday mornings, the lower bar operated continuously to cater to the nightwalkers that made up a large portion of their supernatural clientele. Jace and Konnor rarely had time so spend more than a few minutes together in passing during those hours. While trusting the upstairs bar to their human employees was one thing, trusting the lower-level club to others wasn't an idea they'd ever entertained. Too risky.

Mondays had become sleep days after the long, nonstop weekends. Monday and Tuesday nights they worked the regular bar themselves. Wednesdays were Special Council meetings in the lower club, and Jace and Konnor had taken to rotating which one of them worked the regular bar and which one tended the meeting. Last night had been Konnor's night to work the meeting. Humdrum and low-key, Konnor had mostly tuned it out, taking the opportunity to do a glassware inventory.

Thursday nights belonged to them, and they usually spent them at their father's house so they'd be less tempted to check in at the bar. Too much temptation, particularly for Konnor, living right above one's workplace. In Gennady's study, Konnor had finished zapping the order over the Internet for replacement stemware and pilsner glasses when he looked up and noticed the time. He heard sounds of Jace in the kitchen, rummaging through what Samantha Wright referred to—with her nose scrunched up in disgust—as The Special Refrigerator.

"Hey," Konnor yelled as he shut down Gennady's computer. "It's ten minutes to nine! Are you fixing a snack or some popcorn or something? And I could use a beer."

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"You know, I'm not exactly deaf," said Jace, pausing in the office doorway, his arms brimming with beers, popcorn, and a plate of human meat for himself. "Besides, if you say the word 'popcorn' too loud you're going to have a certain werefox in your lap, and I call dibs on that seat tonight."

Konnor grinned as he turned off the computer monitor. "Father took Fallon out on the town tonight. And Jericho had a dinner date." He shrugged. "Or a date for dinner. I wasn't real clear on that." He flipped off the light switch near the door and gave Jace a peck on the cheek. "We've got le manoir de Zaitsev all to ourselves tonight."

"How much did you have to pay them to all vacate the premises at the same time?" Jace chuckled darkly, all sorts of mischief sailing through his mind. His tail popped out of the back of his well-worn jeans and linked with Konnor's affectionately. Then something dawned on him. "That means the big movie room is ours tonight! Love it when we get to watch the boys in high-def." He gave his watch a glance. "Shit! Three minutes! Hurry!"

Konnor eased Jace's burden by relieving him of one of the two six-packs of dark German stout and the big bowl of popcorn. Konnor's tail unwound from Jace's and he took off up the stairs, disappearing once he hit the second floor landing. Jace could hear Konnor's footsteps taking the second flight of stairs two-by-two.

"Damn!" Jace raced after his twin, but he'd never been as nimble as Konnor. By the time Jace reached the third floor, he could hear the energy pulse of the massive television turning on and Konnor clicking the remote control. He plucked a piece of meat of the tray and gobbled it down as he entered the screening room.

The large room contained two comfortable sofas—one positioned directly in front of the television—and several oversized easy chairs. The walls were covered in acoustic tiles that channeled the state-of-the-art sound system perfectly to all parts of the room. The television itself took up the entire front wall. This was Gennady's playground, his family allowed to use it as they wished so long as he and Fallon were not.

Konnor already had two beers opened and from his slouched position on one end of the main sofa, he held one out to Jace. "Sit down and drink up. This is supposed to be a good one." Konnor grinned. "The monster-of-the-week is a demon. Scary."

Jace rolled his eyes, put his tray on the table, took the offered beer and sprawled at Konnor's side. "We placing bets on how much they get right in this episode? Although I'll admit, they do hit closer to the mark than most of these shows. That one about the skinny chick who can talk to ghosts makes me chuckle—ooh, it's starting!"

With a clash of thunder, the show's introduction began. Despite his dismissal of authenticity, the show truly was his favorite. Pity the soul who interrupted before the clock struck ten.

The credits wrapped and 'Salem, Massachusetts' flashed across the bottom of the screen. Jace pursed his lips. "Huh? Cool. Turn it up, Konnor."

Konnor rolled his eyes, pointing the remote at the television. "Demons in Salem? Yeah, right." He laughed, and one of the show's two stars appeared on the screen—the one playing the elder brother—as usual in some seedy, nondescript motel room. "Jesus, he's hot."

"Yeah, if the pair of them came to town for real, I'd probably have to lock you up. No control, Konnor. Zero. Zip." Jace ran his tongue along Konnor's neck, eyes still trained on the movie screen. When the other actor came out of the hotel bathroom wearing nothing but a skimpy towel, Jace swallowed hard. "Holy fuck, the boy's built."

"Nice abs, but I still think the older one's hotter." Konnor's gaze remained fixed on the screen, a teasing grin plastered on his handsome face. "But then, I always have been attracted to the bad boys."

"Personally, I wouldn’t turn down either one. Besides, look at them." Jace cocked his head and smirked, tongue sliding across his lower lip. The actors portraying the brothers onscreen hopped into their black muscle car. "I bet they're a package deal."

Konnor nodded, chuckling. "You may be right." His knee bumped playfully against Jace's. "I'll bet you a blowjob we get the obligatory Gay Incest Innuendo Moment before the first commercial break this week." He tipped his beer back and took a long swallow. "If you're up for a little wager."

Jace let out a snort. "When have I ever turned down the chance for you to blow me, Konnor? You're on." A loud explosion from the surround-sound speakers shook the room and Jace jumped. The black Impala onscreen skidded to a stop, one of the tires apparently blown out. As the boys got out of the car to examine the situation, Jace frowned. "Konnor...that looks like one of the streets down by Salem State. I didn’t hear anything about them filming in this area, did you? I thought all this shit was filmed in Canada somewhere."

"Vancouver." Konnor leaned forward, staring hard at the screen. "That is Salem State. Shit. Maybe it's stock footage that they CGId in. Sam would have said something if there was a film crew in town." The show broke for commercial. "Damn. No gay incest joke. I guess that means I lose." Konnor polished off his beer in several long, loud swallows then he set the empty bottle on the table. He slid off the couch, dropping to his knees between Jace's, facing him. His hands ran up Jace's thighs along denim inseams. "Or maybe I win."

Jace looked down at Konnor. "Damn, I love it when you get all submissive, Konnor." He moaned, popping the button on his jeans, and shimmied them down over his hips.

"I love it when you drop your pants without me having to ask." Konnor licked his lips, his gaze darting to Jace's crotch. He made a soft little grunting sound. "Already half hard. Is that from the boys or me?"

Jace wove his fingers through Konnor's soft, brown hair. "It was watching you slide down onto the floor. Watching you look at me and lick your lips. Me thinking about all the dirty things I'm going to do to you tonight, and how loud I'm going to make you scream." Jace wrapped his fingers around his own dick and gave a tug. "We should make some home movies."

Jace's jeans were then slid down his legs, Konnor tugging them off over bare feet. "You'd get off on that?" Konnor's gaze went back to Jace's cock. "Don't stop. I love watching you jerk off."

"Hell, yeah. Although it seems a bit pointless, I suppose. I have the real thing." Jace continued to stroke his cock with his left hand, but reached out with his right to caress Konnor's jaw. "Love you, Konnor. I don't say it enough."

Konnor's eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into Jace's touch, moaning softly. "I know. Love you, too." His eyes opened, and the look in them said he meant it. His hands came to rest on Jace's thighs, fingernails digging in lightly. "I don't want anyone else and that really scares me sometimes."

Jace nodded, understanding those words far more than Konnor could ever know. If something were to happen to either one of them, the remaining twin would likely go mad with grief. Konnor represented the control in Jace's life, a foundation without which nothing would matter.

The show came back on, and Jace realized that the story arch of the program provided a perfect glimpse into what could happen were he separated from Konnor. "Don’t think about it, little brother," Jace said. "It isn't going to happen. Promise."

Konnor's smiled, genuine and trusting. "I believe you." He nuzzled between Jace's thighs, his tongue licking a wet trail just short of Jace's balls. Konnor's dark blue eyes lifted. "Want to taste you, big brother."

"Fuck...how can I say no to that?" Jace spread his legs wider and hooked one over Konnor's shoulder to draw him in. Breaths coming in shorter gasps, Jace ran the tip of his cock along Konnor's cheek, chin and finally, lips. "Open."

Konnor's tongue ran slowly over lips then his mouth opened slightly. His nails dug deeper into Jace's thighs.

"So fucking pretty." Jace hand-fed his dick to Konnor, and as much as the feeling of his brother's mouth got him off, the image of Konnor's lips wrapped around his cock that really charged him up.

Jace relaxed back into the sofa, fingers moving lazily through Konnor's hair, gaze drifting between that pretty mouth on his cock and the action on the screen.

A muffled moan came from Konnor as his mouth slid down lower on Jace's dick, tongue swirling. He began a slow, bobbing motion with his head, taking Jace deep and then releasing.

"Mm. God, that's good, Konnor. Love feeling your mouth on me." Jace dug his nails into the arm of the couch and arched his back. His cock jerked against Konnor's tongue and expelled a quick burst of slick. "Close...you want to swallow it or wear it, little brother?"

"Oh fuck," Konnor said, coming up for air with a gasp. "I know what you like." He quickly tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He snuggled in closer to the sofa, leaning over Jace's thighs, grabbing Jace's dick and stroking. "Give it to me, Jace. God, you're so fucking hot."

Jace felt heat pooling in his balls start to pulse. He drew his fingernails down Konnor's chest in two quick slashes. Barely able to hold back his release, he watched Konnor and waited for the submissive whimper.

It came immediately as Konnor jerked Jace's cock hard and rough through his fist. "Fuck, Jace, come on, come for me, come all over me. I know how you like to dirty me up."

Jace snarled and moved, reflexes lightning quick. He snatched Konnor's hair in his fist, pulling him closer, and shot the first sticky load across Konnor's cheek. The next pulse hit Konnor's neck and splattered. Jace bellowed, his hips lurching as he lost the rest of it against Konnor's chest. "Fuck! Fuck! Mm, Konnor...you look so fucking good all covered in me. Come here." He gave Konnor's hair a light tug. "Kiss me."

Konnor whimpered, no doubt surprised by Jace's brutish manhandling. Breathing hard, he obliged Jace by kissing him hard. He pawed at Jace's chest with desperate hands.

The further submissive act soothed Jace, and he pulled Konnor close to cradle him as their mouths worked hungrily together. With an arm wrapped around Konnor's shoulder, Jace pressed his free hand between Konnor's legs and cupped the waiting heat. He smiled, feeling Konnor's erection. "That feels painful."

Konnor chuckled. "It would feel a lot better with your fingers wrapped around it."

"Is that what you want?" Jace smiled. "Why don’t you bend over the back of the couch, and I'll give you something to take care of that ache."

"You're actually going to make me walk like this?" Konnor groaned dramatically as he stood, moving slowly and a bit bow-legged as he circled around to the back of the couch. He leaned over the cushion, braced by his forearms, and laughed. "Hey, the show's still on. Damn, he looks good in those jeans."

"Speaking of which...." Jace moved behind Konnor and swatted him on the ass, and in one swift motion hauled Konnor's jeans down to the ground. "You going to think about Dean while I plow you?" Jace licked his lips, wet one finger, and swirled it slowly against Konnor's tight hole. "Actually, that might be kind of hot. Would you like that, Konnor? Forced by Dean? Moaning every time he pushes into you?"

Konnor looked over his shoulder and shook his head. "Told you already, I don't want anyone but you. Not even in a fantasy." Konnor's back arched, legs moving wider apart. "I just want you. You're like a damn drug to me."

Honestly touched, Jace wrapped his arms around Konnor from behind and rested his chest between Konnor's shoulder blades. "You're too good to me." Jace placed a few soft kisses on Konnor's bare neck and slipped the flat of his hand along Konnor's belly, reaching for that straining cock.

"Feels good," Konnor said with a sigh. "Love it when you touch me."

Jace felt a tremble run along Konnor's spine and reveled in it. He played Konnor like a fiddle—soft, slow, hard, fast—letting Konnor's thrashing and wailing tell him which should come next. When it seemed as if Konnor might lose it, Jace stopped and smeared the slick gathered on his fingers against Konnor's clenching hole. His middle finger breached the rim, pushing in without hesitation. Jace groaned as he felt sudden heat clamp down around his finger. "Want this."

"Oh God," Konnor moaned, inner muscles clenching hard around Jace's finger, fluttering. "Fuck, I'm going to shoot all over the damn couch." He chuckled. "Not like it would be the first time, huh?"

Jace gripped Konnor's cock at the base, pinching off the imminent flow. Licking his lips, Jace leaned over the sofa, fishing between the cushions until he located one of Fallon's many errant hair elastics scattered throughout the house. "I think we can fix that," he said, lips curled impishly as he wrapped the band firmly around Konnor's erection.

"Fuck, Jace...you really are a devil, you know that?" Konnor's back broke out in a sheen of sweat, muscles visibly tensing under tan skin. "And I am so your bitch. Fuck."

"I promise to make your suffering sweet." Jace worked his thumb in and out of Konnor's hole with a slow, steady pace. Something blew up on the TV screen, the sound rumbling through the room, and Jace took advantage of the distraction, trading his thumb for his cock and sinking himself into Konnor's tight heat. "Fuck! Fuck, you feel so good, Konnor!"

Konnor rose up on his toes, gripping the back of the couch so hard the wood frame creaked under the pressure. He rammed back hard onto Jace's cock, burying him deep inside. "Oh yeah, Jace...feels so good. Fuck me, fuck me hard!"

Jace gripped Konnor's tail at the base and used it to pull Konnor's ass into the thrusts. Possessive growls filled the room. Jace ran his tongue along Konnor's spine, driving his hips forward in punishing jerks.

Konnor reached back over one shoulder and grabbed Jace by the hair. "Want to feel you shoot inside me, fill me up. Oh God, right there." Konnor's hips tilted just slightly. "Oh, fuck yes, that's the spot!"

Filled with the need to satisfy the most base of instincts, Jace followed Konnor's direction without pause. Their bodies came together with loud slaps as damp flesh stuck damp flesh. Hard, gasping breaths spilled over Konnor's shoulder as Jace worked himself into a lather. "Anula...Anula..."

Jace screamed. He rose up on tiptoe as the first blinding flash of orgasm tore through him.

Konnor rocked back on his heels, Jace sinking impossibly deep and unloading pulse after pulse. Trembling so hard it shook the couch, Konnor's voiced sounded choked up when he whispered, "I love it when you say my name. Fuck, please let me get rid of this strap..."

Nodding dumbly, Jace reached for the hair tie around Konnor's dick and stripped it off before starting to jerk him off. "I'll only ever allow you to say my real name, Anula. Only you."

Konnor thickened, his cock heavy and pulsing, in Jace's hand. His head fell back onto Jace's shoulder and he sighed, warm breath tickling Jace's sweaty skin. "My Veli. Oh...God, I'm so close."

Jace ran his teeth along the nape of Konnor's neck and bit down, slowing his hips to a steady, almost gentle rocking, concentrating on hitting that one place, over and over. "Fuck! Oh, oh fuck! Konnor! Can't hold it..."

Konnor moaned. "God, I'm going to come so fucking hard. Shit..." Konnor's hips stuttered under Jace, legs twitching and wobbly.

Hearing Konnor come undone was all Jace needed. He drew his hips back and slammed forward one last time. His weight pinned Konnor to the sofa. One hot pulse after another jetted into Konnor until Jace suddenly pulled out, spattering the rest of his spunk on the small of Konnor's back. "Shit, yeah. Fuck, that was good. Dirty. Hot."

"Fuck," Konnor said under his breath, and he shuddered hard one last time. He flopped over the back of the couch like a rag doll. "Be careful where you step."

Jace chuckled. "We'll have to clean that up since there's no one else home to blame it on." He propped his chin on Konnor's shoulder and glanced at the television. Dean got slammed into a wall, and Sammy took out the demon with a wimpy-looking dagger. Jace snorted. "I guess we'll have to catch this one on DVD."