Weeks had passed since Evyl Obi�s experiments with the Lil Bastard Home Cloning Kit. The cloned vampire had begun to recover his memory, and Kurt2 was immediately disliked by everyone but Maul. Obi had yet to reveal his increasing slashiness to his housemates, partially afraid of Kun�s reaction when he returned, but mostly afraid they�d kick him out and back into fanfic land.

There was more than one reason he was otherwise known as the Dark Lord of the Prudes. Even his occasional nights out to the Blacklight Ballroom had done little to turn him from Darth Brooder to something more human. Evyl had done his best to loosen Kun up lately, introducing him to the Ballroom, coaxing him into Techno Night at the Blue Lemon, and even going so far as to be less annoying than usual to him in the hopes that he�d stop being so hostile.

So far, it was relatively useless. Kun was still over 90 percent dark, brooding, and gothic, which wasn�t all bad in itself.

Damn he looked good in kohl and black leather..............

Evyl snapped himself out of his reverie, on the verge of drooling again. Damn Exar and his leather-clad ass, he muttered mentally, staring out the window. Kurt2 was downstairs helping Ulic change lightbulbs, and the Spike clone was currently alcohol-sedated and cowering in the basement, whining something about sunburn and everybody hating him.

Unfortunately, there seemed to have been several side-effects from his accident during the cloning. The most prevalent one was the personality change, he acted more like Evyl with an unhealthy soap-opera addiction than like his original self. He was also insisting upon spelling his name differently, becoming Spyke instead of Spike. Then again, his original had the soap-opera obsession too, so maybe he wasn�t /that/ badly malformed.

Kurt2 suddenly teleported into the middle of his room in a loud poof, startling him off his bed.

"Dammit, I said don�t DO that!!!!" Evyl cried, scrambling to a stand from the floor. Kurt2 shrugged.

"Ulic said to tell you that he�s going shopping, and if you vant anything, ask now, or starve vit the vampire," Kurt2 said, curling his tail around his leg while crouched in the middle of the floor. He shoved a straggling lock of hair back behind his ear, waiting. Evyl caught himself staring, and coughed.

"Nah, nothing, he wouldn�t buy me anything nice anyway. Oh, wait, I�m out of cereal," he said.

"Ulic said no more cocoa puffs!," Kurt2 warned, and Evyl made an exaggerated expression of defensive disgust.

"Oh, come on, I�m not that messy anymore! And I only left them in the dryer /once/ to piss Ulic off!" he exclaimed. Kurt2 shrugged. "Oh, all right, I�m out of hair gel. And remind him that I hate the pineapple scented crap," Evyl said. Kurt2 looked at him curiously.

"But you alvays use it," he began, confused.

"Yes, I /like/ the pineapple kind, but Ulic thinks I hate it, so he buys it. If he knew I liked it, he�d buy me the grape kiddie crap or some shite." Kurt2�s expression lit up in realization.

"Ah," he said, then nodded. "I�ll remind him," he said, then winked and disappeared in a poof again.

Evyl whimpered at the wink once he was gone. Dammit, why did this have to happen /NOW/ of all times? Why had he suddenly developed an attraction to anything cute and athletic, male or female? Maybe Kiraan�s Lihe-taa was contagious or something.

He sighed, flopping back onto his bed.

Dammit, why couldn�t he have been a nice, normal, global-domineering type of clone, instead of the inhibition-free and psychotic kind. He sighed, trying to get the final image of Kurt2 shoving his hair out of his face and winking out of his mind. He groaned in annoyance and flopped his self-portrait pillow over his face.

This was not fair.

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Spyke was lounged across the couch when Evyl finally came downstairs. He was radiating enough ennui to make a Goth proud, moaning and hiding his eyes beneath his arm. Evyl smacked him in the stomach as he passed, bringing a muttered insult from him. Evyl smirked, then nearly walked into Kurt2 as he entered the common room.

The blue-skinned being avoided his gaze, doing the annoyingly-cute hair-shove thing and heading for the chair by the window. Evyl hid a whimper and headed for the kitchen as Ulic appeared at the other doorway.

"Obi, get your ass back here! I know it was you this time, the entire bathroom smells like pineapple!" he called after him, waving a plunger angrily. Obi kept walking, then paused at the end of the hall, looking back curiously. Bathroom? Pineapple? He hadn�t been doing anything mischievous in the bathroom lately.

Well, other than purposely making Maul wait nearly an hour to get his toothbrush this morning. He ignored it for the moment, hearing someone in the kitchen rifling cabinets.

He opened the door and found Obi-wan in the kitchen, in a cupboard up to his shoulders looking for something.

"Looking for something, Oafy-wan?" Evyl said, almost feeling a twinge of sympathetic pain at the /CRACK/ Obi-wan�s head made on the shelf as he backed out of the cabinet, startled. He muttered something, sitting on the floor and rubbing the lump forming on the back of his head.

"Yes, actually, the bar�s all out of cereal, and by the Sith-sized boot-prints across the floor, I guessed where it all went," he said, wincing as he pulled his hand away to check for blood.

"Oh, don�t worry, if you were bleeding, you�d have a friend by now," Evyl said, then stepped forward to help him stand. Obi-wan blinked strangely at his clone.

"Friend?"

"Spike, well, a clone of Spike, he calls himself Spyke now," Evyl rambled. Obi blinked stupidly.

"Another vampire," Evyl clarified. Obi�s expression went blank, then he narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Why do I suddenly suspect you had something to do with this?" Obi said quietly. Evyl shrugged, then laughed at his darkening expression.

"Oh, don�t worry, he�s no Lestat. He�s pretty cool, a bit off from being a clone, though," Evyl said, then looked oddly off into space. Obi-wan just sighed wearily and shook his head.

"Like father like creature, I suppose," he muttered. He liberated a box of Pops and one of some healthy cereal and shook his head.

"Next time you guys need something, ask. I�m sure Aliya and Zek would be more than willing to help," he said. Evyl shook his head.

"Sith do not ask, they take, and occasionally sneak in back doors in the middle of the night in search of nachos. By the way, sorry about the cheese on the bar," Evyl said. Obi just nodded, then looked at him strangely.

"Cheese?"

Evyl lifted and eyebrow, then shrugged. "Never-mind, old news," he said, and Obi just sighed and shook his head.

"You�re a strange man, even for a clone," he muttered, heading for the door.

"Thank you," Evyl said mock-cheerfully. "Buh-bye now, don�t forget to write!" he said, waving as Obi closed the door. "And don�t forget to send jelly donuts!" he called after him through the door, then giggled. He turned, and vaguely caught a glimpse of blue smoke fading in the hallway. He frowned, thinking. In typical insane-clone fashion, he pushed it into the back of his mind with the other annoyingly curious things lately.

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A few more days passed, and Evyl found himself lying awake one night, puzzling over odd things.

One, Spyke wasn�t sun-allergic anymore like he should have been, though he seemed oblivious to that fact. Apparently that was just one of many things that had gone wrong in cloning him. All because of a gummi worm.

Two, Kurt2 seemed to have started disappearing at odd times around him. The last time had been when Maul had coaxed Evyl into sparring practice in the former dining room downstairs. He�d barely noticed him watching them practice, then he�d disappeared the next time he looked over for him. Maul had knocked him on his ass repeatedly and eventually basically mopped the floor with him, despite their both being out of practice.

Three, he still had a sample syringe in the back of the deep freezer in the basement with a sample he couldn�t clone. Spyke may have come out relatively okay from the tainted fluid, but there was no way in twelve hells he was going to attempt cloning The Darkness in that tank. An unstable vampire was one thing, but an unstable wielder of powers even he didn�t understand was /NOT/ something he wanted loose on the world.

Four was the bizarre dream he�d had a few nights ago. He�d woken up from a rather interesting dream featuring Exar sporting a padawan braid... and nothing else, to the odd sensation of being watched. He�d brushed it off as the usual paranoia, but a brief image of glowing gold eyes stuck in his residual memory. Whose, he wasn�t quite sure.

He sighed, rolling over onto his stomach, face squashed into his pillow. He realized he was rather uncomfortably, well, uncomfortable in his new position, due to the rather interesting image of Exar and the padawan braid flicking through his thoughts. He grumbled a sigh and rolled onto his side, turning off the lamp with an annoyed wave of the Force.

Still uncomfortable, he rolled flat on his back, sighing in botherment. Wasn�t fair. He missed being the old Evyl, the malevolent clone with a thirst for chaos. Really wasn�t fair. He liked being himself, but now, well, there was no sex, no senseless violence, and no, well, malevolence. Machiavelli had taken a turn south in favor of Pro wrestling and chocolate-coated-and-infused cereals.

Life was good, but it sucked at the same time.

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Evyl sighed, resting a hand over his stomach, with the other arm behind his head. He hadn�t even bothered to think about much else lately than keeping Spyke out of trouble, and avoiding Kurt2. The uncomfortableness went up a tad as he foolishly reminded himself of Kurt2.

He�d tried, he honestly had, but it wasn�t working. Ever since Exar had smacked him across the room for staring one day, he�d been trying to deny the fact that he was bisexual. Kurt2 had almost caught him staring while he�d been hanging from the foyer chandelier cleaning the fixtures. He couldn�t help it, something about the blue skin, glowing eyes, and incredible flexibility was intriguing, to put it mildly.

And the tail.

Okay, so there was something to having a guy with a prehensile tail around the house that was also intriguing. The jaw-length hair and his habit of watching people through the hair rather than moving it was intriguing too. And his smile. And........

/Ah hell/, Evyl muttered mentally. All he was doing was making it worse. He shifted uncomfortably, painfully aware of the lump that shouldn�t be there. With a final sigh and mutter, he gave up. If his body had decided he was aroused, who was he to argue? He rested his hand slightly lower on his stomach, thinking.

Everyone was asleep, except for Xan, who had disappeared for the night. It was his body, and his damn room, he grumbled mentally, wasn�t like someone was going to come barging in on him at 3 in the morning. His hand slid lower, then he stopped. He cast a look at the door, then quietly telekinetically nudged the lock closed.

He hesitantly slid his hand over the bulge distorting his sheets, then breathed in sharply and pulled his hand back up to the top of his blanket. He paused, biting his lower lip. He hadn�t done this in quite a while.... too long a while. Finally, he slid his hand under the edge of the blanket, and down to the uncomfortably demanding part of his anatomy. With a hint of danger at the fear of exposure, he bit his lip and found the waistband of his sleep shorts.

Slowly, eyes closed, he crept his hand into his shorts, and to the aching object there. He felt his own body jump at his first touch, and fought back a choked noise. Damn, it /had/ been too long for him to be acting like this about a simple masturbation. He bit his lip and ran his fingers down his own length, suddenly wishing for one of his conscience-free less-sane moments to give himself some freedom. He couldn�t will his sanity away any more than he could will away the increasing hardness in his shorts.

With a restrained groan, he loosely wrapped his hand around himself, his other arm still behind his head. It had definitely been way too long, he thought as he began to stroke himself. A brief wondering of who or even when his last time had been briefly ran though his mind. He ran across the Pada-Exar-on-a-leash dream while wondering.

Hmmm, that one had been sadly wasted, he thought, keeping the image in his mind as he stroked. The image flickered to an image of Kurt2, pushing a long lock of blue-black hair out of his face and smiling softly for a reason he didn�t remember. /Damn/, Evyl thought as his body responded to the image. He intensified his actions, fighting back a groan as the image shifted to /him/ being smiled at by the blue clone.

Then that tail...

He unsuccessfully fought a choked grunt as hips responded to the imagined touch of Kurt2�s tail wrapped around his member, with Kurt2 himself on his knees between Evyl�s. He felt pre-ejaculate ooze onto his fingers, stroking harder. He was well beyond his own restraint, his breathing labored. Small whimpers escaped his fight for silence as he jerked in his own grip. The last created image to run through his mind was Kurt2�s face, leaning low over his, eyes a deep gold, almost amber from arousal. He imagined a ghost of lips across his cheek, and lost it.

Jaw clenched, he held his other hand over his groin and the blankets as he arched away from the bed. He fought back a cry as he climaxed, pumping himself until the sheets were soaked through. After his orgasm subsided, a last gasp escaped him, and he collapsed back to the soaked and sticky sheets, trembling from aftershocks.

Damn, it had been /way/ too long, he thought vaguely, caressing his softening and oversensitized member as he slowed his breathing. He realized somewhere along the line he�d closed his eyes, and he opened them slowly, then stared, disbelieving.

Gold eyes stared at him in the darkness, just close enough that it was impossible not to notice his arousal, even in the darkened room.

"Oh gods...." Evyl muttered, suddenly embarrassed.

"You were broadcasting," Kurt2 said quietly, "I saw....felt....," he began, then sighed, stepping closer to his bedside.

"I�m sorry," Evyl began, ashamed. Kurt2 suddenly leaned forward and silenced him with an intensely passionate kiss. The Force itself was nearly screaming his lust into the room, and Evyl wasted little time being stunned beyond belief.

Kurt2 had the blanket ripped off the bed before Evyl had recovered, one knee between Evyl�s legs as he stood over him next to the bed.

"You should have told me," Kurt2 gasped, his hand on Evyl�s shoulder, his face inches from his. "I�ve been in the bathroom for veeks thinking about you," he said softly, his eyes a deep, luminescent amber as he leaned in for another kiss.

"I even started jacking off with your damn hair gel wanting you," Kurt said in a whisper next to Obi�s cheek. Evyl whimpered, the aching throb returning to his groin in record time. Kurt leaned his body lower, his own erection pressing against Evyl�s.

"I haven�t done this before in this incarnation," he said, then gritted his teeth as he pressed against Evyl. "I just vant you so badly," he hissed, then yanked the waistband of Evyl�s shorts down his thighs, freeing his raging erection. Evyl swore he saw his eyes go a shade darker toward orange as he looked down. Everything else melted away as Kurt2 dove into another passionate, lust-addled kiss. Evyl was gone, his last truly sane thought was that he swore he was in Badawan heaven, and that Kurt2 was an angel come to save him from mundacity.

Kurt2 hastily stood and ripped off his own shorts, then Obi�s, then resumed his one-knee on, one foot-beside position next to Evyl. If he hadn�t already been delirious, Evyl would have started drooling at the already-glistening blue object throbbing in midair next to his own groin. As it was, he managed a whimper and an involuntary twitch of his hips as Kurt2 brushed his erection against Obi�s.

Kurt2 stretched out over him, luminous eyes dark with dangerous thoughts. He smirked, the kind of dangerous, dirty-minded smirk Evyl usually found himself being back-handed across the room for. He suddenly briefly wondered how his hands had gotten over his head, then realized Kurt2 was holding his wrists down to his pillow.

He looked up questioningly, only to have Kurt2 lower his head to his neck, nuzzling his ear. He gave up the ability to form questions as Kurt2 started sucking at the side of his neck, then down to his collarbone. He fought a whimper, and ended up with a moan as Kurt2 ran his tongue over his collarbone, then looked up. Heavy-lidded hazel-tinged blue eyes turned midnight dark met mischievous glowing ones, Kurt2 smirked again, then leaned in for a kiss, still holding Obi�s wrists to the pillow. His tongue found Evyl�s as his groin found obi�s, grinding against him as he delved into an intense mingling of flesh and saliva.

He managed a deep moan, no longer caring if anyone heard or not. Kurt2 was already working at his throat again, sitting on his knees between Obi�s legs. He wrapped his tail around Evyl�s ankle, propping his knee against the other leg, pushing his legs further apart. Evyl looked down with a lifted eyebrow, not quite there enough to realize what was going on, mostly due to the lack of blood-flow in his brain.

Kurt2�s hands left Obi�s wrists, traveling languidly down his sides while he worked his tongue across his chest. His tongue raked across Evyl�s right nipple, and he gasped. Smiling against his chest, Kurt2 kept at the nipple, distracting Evyl from the fact his hands were firmly planted on his hips now, his wide thumbs caressing the skin along the pelvic region. He slipped his thick fingers around Obi�s hips, and started to slide them around his buttocks.

Obi finally realized the position he was in as Kurt2 lifted his hips off the bed and set his knee beneath his rear. With a shiver and a whimper, Evyl closed his eyes, his head pressing back into the pillow as Kurt2 ran his thumb along the base of Evyl�s manhood, between the aching sacs at the base, and cupped them in his hand. He whimpered again, flexing his hips at the caress.

Kurt2 cast him another soft, slow, dangerous smile, sliding both hands over his groin next to Evyl�s now-rather-painfully-erect member. He continued his hands up over his pelvic bone, then around and under to cup his buttocks. He lifted his hips again, and Evyl bit his lip and made a low, quiet whine, semi-consciously spreading his own legs further. Kurt2 hefted his rear onto his own thighs, pressing the tip of his member against the cleft of his buttocks. Evyl breathed in sharply, opening his eyes and looking down at Kurt2, who was looking up, molten eyes burning into Evyl�s, asking silently as he flexed his hips against him.

Evyl bit his lip again, �hmm�ing and squirming. Breathing heavily, he fought out a semi-telepathic expression of need, midnight eyes expressing his permission as pure desire and want. Kurt2 gently rubbed the end of his manhood against the ring of muscle, lubricating the opening with the oozing fluid from his own member. Evyl let out something between a moan and a groan, his breathing growing ragged.

Kurt2 reached under Evyl, massaging his own fluids over his throbbing manhood, then used the same slicked fingers to spread Obi�s buttocks. With a half-grunt of effort, he pressed the tip to Evyl�s anal opening, then slowly, carefully pushed inside. Evyl gasped, then bit his lip, clenching his eyes closed as Kurt2 waited, rocking slightly, then pushed deeper. This time he cried out.

"Oh force," he exclaimed before catching himself, gasping for air. With a third push, Kurt2 buried himself to the hilt in Evyl, breathing unevenly. Evyl muttered something in another language, blissed-out and shuddering as Kurt2 drew back, then thrust in again. He moaned from the very core of his being, his own member achingly pressed against Kurt2�s stomach as he pressed home another thrust of his hips.

Slowly, he established a rhythm, with Evyl still muttering things as he thrust into him. The air in the room had turned dense with the scent of sweat and sex, and there was no keeping a secret the noises they were making. Kurt2 picked up his speed, wrapping his tail around Obi�s member and squeezing. Evyl cried out in an expletive, eyes going wide, then nearly rolling into his head as Kurt2 started pumping him with his tail. Breathing through clenched teeth, he felt a familiar tension building at the base of his manhood. Kurt2 kept pumping, tail-and member-wise, driving Evyl higher with sensation. Finally, Obi exploded with a cry, his body jerking violently for a moment as he climaxed. Kurt2 flinched away from a face-full of semen, still pounding away. He pumped Obi with his tail until the spasms subsided, feeling his own climax building.

He came with a roar, his entire body jerking with each thrust as he exploded into Evyl, his tail snapping out behind him violently and knocking something over in the dark. He rolled his head back as the last of his ejaculate pumped into Obi, then he breathed in heavily, looking down at Evyl. His eyes were closed in shuddering bliss, breathing raggedly.

Kurt2 smiled down as Evyl opened his eyes and looked up wearily. He leaned down into a deep, long, breath-taking kiss as Evyl wrapped his arms around Kurt2�s neck, holding him closer. Finally coming up for air, Kurt2 gasped, then looked down with something between pure lust and complete satisfaction in his molten gold eyes. Evyl smiled weakly.

"We must�ve woke the entire hotel," he said in an almost-dreamy tone, stretching his arms above his head languidly. Kurt2 smiled in the dangerous smirk of earlier, leaning closer for another intense kiss, then sitting up on his knees. He sighed heavily, steadying his hands on Evyl�s hips and pulling out of him. Evyl flinched and moaned, his eyes showing a flutter of pleasure at the sensation.

Kurt2 settled his weight at Obi�s side, his head on his chest as his heart-rate began to return to normal. He idly stroked Obi�s nipple with his thumb as they lay together, breathing unevenly. He looked thoughtful, slightly subdued. Finally, he spoke.

"Obi," Kurt2 said quietly, leaning up on his elbow over Evyl. The blissed-out Badawan barely opened his eyes, half-smiling and giving him a �hmm?�

"I vant to change my name," he said evenly. Obi rolled his head away, barely hearing, then turned back, catching it.

"Huh?" he asked, muddled.

"I vant to change my name, like Spyke and you did," he said, cooling gold eyes glowing with definitive seriousness in the darkness above him.

"To what?" Obi asked, bewildered. Kurt2 paused, then tightened his jaw in decision.

"Demon," he said. Obi lifted an eyebrow. "You and Spyke both changed you names because you�re clones, I vant to do the same," he said. "I�m not really Kurt, and I can�t be Nightcrawler here, so I vant a new name, something that sounds like me."

"So you picked Demon?" Kurt2 nodded. "Ya. It�s just...." he paused, looking off into the darkness. "I feel... different now, less, well," he sighed, "less nice and quiet," he finished. "The old me would never have teleported into a man�s room and seduced him into an..." he glanced at the digital clock on the shelf. "Wow, An hour and a half sex-fest," he said, then chuckled, nuzzling against Obi�s chest. Evyl smiled with a sigh, then rested his chin on the top of Kurt2�s head.

"Besides," Kurt2 began, smiling against Obi�s chest, "I think you screwed up cloning me." Evyl looked down, eyebrow going up again.

"Somehow I got some of my mother�s shape-shifter genes," he said, propping himself up to face Evyl again. "I found out the hard way," he said. "I vas, well, busy in the bathroom, and...." he began, then shrugged. "I sprouted stripes like Maul and got a massive second erection from it," he said. Obi�s other eyebrow joined the other.

"Do you have them right now?" he asked. Kurt2 rumbled something like a purring chuckle, the evidence forming against Evyl�s hip.

"Vant to guess?" he said, nuzzling against the side of Evyl�s neck and running his hand across his chest.

"Ooh baby!" Obi exclaimed in only half-teasing, giggling. Kurt2 propped himself up above Evyl, his shoulder-length hair brushing Obi�s chest. He growled deep and lustily in a tone Evyl knew he�d /never/ heard him use before. Evyl found his own exhausted anatomy responding rather favorably to the change in personality.

"Care for round two?" Kurt2, or Demon, depending on his new preference, said, luminous gold eyes drifting toward dark amber again. Evyl grinned.

"Oooh yeah," he purred.

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Sometime around noon Evyl awoke with someone blue and fuzzy snuggled blissfully against his back. Every cell in his body was sore and exhausted from several repeat performances, multiple positions, and more orgasms than he�d thought even Jedi stamina could handle. He smiled and snuggled back against Kurt2, er, um, he meant Demon. He felt a tail drape itself over his hip, snaking its way around his waist as Demon sat up with a deep breath in, waking up.

He smiled, looking down with an expression that would have been accompanied by a purr in last night�s form. Evyl smiled back, then let his expression slip to seriousness.

"This was just one night, wasn�t it?" he asked. Kurt2/Demon sighed, looking away, then back with a sigh. He nuzzled against the back of Obi�s shoulder, placing little kisses across the sleepy skin as a distraction.

"Demon?" Obi said, using Kurt2�s new name. He sighed heavily, sitting up and looking Evyl in the face.

"Yah," he said in a half-sigh. "Maybe," he said, fighting with something, then sighing and shrugging. "I don�t know yet," he finally admitted. "Last night vas...... amazing," he said, "But," he paused, "I, I don�t know vhat I am yet. I need to figure things out for myself for a vhile," he said, then sighed at Obi�s expression.

"This is not about you, this is me. You created me, you gave me a chance to be something new, to find out who and vhat I am," he said, then smiled. "Besides, every day can�t be about nine hours straight of mind-blowing sex and lust-ridden cuddling and groping," he said, his tail snaking lower to caress Evyl�s nether regions. He squirmed against the touch, involuntarily giggling.

Demon smiled, then kissed the back of Obi�s shoulder again.

"Ah, go on, get out of here, before I end up bonking you again," Evyl mock-grumbled, then sighed and smiled. Demon rested his chin on Obi�s shoulder, then smiled sadly.

"See you later," he said, then caressed his shoulder one last time with his chin. He disappeared with his usual loud noise and poof, leaving a chill void at Evyl�s back. He sighed, rolling flat onto his back. He looked around at the mess they�d made of his room, then sighed wearily. His blankets were a stiff and sticky mess, as were his sheets, his mattress, his wall, every item of clothing left on the floor, a section of ceiling, and one very recycled and well-used empty Sobe bottle.

All this, and he hated to clean.

This was going to be a problem.

Maybe he could trick Maul into......

Naaah. The idea of that tattooed neat-freak touching things he�d achieved sexual bliss and spiritual enlightenment on, in, with, and all over was /not/ a pleasant image. He sighed wearily, then decided he might as well get it over with and clean up before Exar got back.

Crap. Exar.

How in the hell was he supposed to turn Kun loose after having that kind of night with a mostly-human, shape-shifting teleporter who could do things with that tail that would make any being, Force-user or not, scream the name of every planet in the known galaxy, and most of the stars.

Then again, Exar was currently oblivious to Evyl�s bisexuality, maybe he�d just leave it that way and tell anyone who asked that he�d had an accident with the glue gun again. Or that he�s spilled pop on his bed. And his clothes. And the floor. And the walls....

This was /not/ going to be fun.

He sighed, then decided to find a bucket and a scrub-brush and keep his messy little secret to himself. Maul had been right, making messes are more fun than having to clean them up. Then again, he hadn�t been talking about this particular kind of situation.

At least he hoped he hadn�t.

With a grumble and a groan of sore muscles, he rolled out of bed. /Might as well get it over with,/ he muttered mentally, searching for a relatively-clean pair of shorts.

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Sometime around Midnight, Ulic Qel-Droma descended the basement steps in search of the noises he�d been hearing all afternoon. He found Obi asleep on a half-folded pile of shirts, with both washers and dryers still running beside him.

Ulic sighed, then frowned, then smiled slightly. Maybe Evyl was finally growing up and maturing enough to sprout some sanity. He heard Evyl snort in his sleep, and shook his head, heading back for the stairs, letting him sleep. Cleaning-jag or not, there was no way in twelve hells he was touching any article of Evyl�s clothing. He made plans to scrub out the washers and dryers with Lysol in the morning, and closed the basement door behind himself, leaving Evyl to his slumber.

Once he was gone, Kurt2/Demon teleported into the basement next to a basket of slacks. He paused, watching Obi sleep, then grinned. He kissed the sleeping clone on the cheek, insistently coaxing him awake with a nuzzle. Obi groggily looked up at him, frowning.

"Vant help?" he asked, nodding toward the laundry. Obi nodded, then yawned and stretched. Demon rumbled playfully, curling his tail behind him.

"Pay me," he said, bringing a confused look from Obi. Demon leaned forward, capturing the sleep-addled clone in a kiss. He tackled Obi to the floor, chair and all, tail swishing behind him with a giggle.

"Ooh! Gah, not there, I just washed those!"

"Vash them again, I�m comfy," Demon purred.

"Hmmmmm, okies!" Evyl exclaimed, then descended into giggles.

He proclaimed the laundry done and gave in happily, never having been more grateful that the industrial washer and dryer set were so loud in the horrible acoustics of the basement.

Life was good being a clone.

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