It was slow going for me. My erection was even more painful now than when he'd first placed the device around it. It was also more swollen and knocked against my belly as I walked, drawing grunts and hisses from me. My ass felt loose and raw, the friction from Alex's long hard moments of thrusting and the final brutal piercing throbbed unmercifully. A possibly irrational anger toward Alex rose up in me. He could have been gentler. Especially when Remy refused to let the device be released. So, as we made our way back to Remy's bedroom and my prison cell, although I stumbled several times, I waved away any help from Alex with a quiet fury.

Remy, as on our way to the event, said nothing. But he didn't rush me, for which I was gudgingly appreciative. He stopped on occasion to let me catch myself and he left a good deal of slack on my leash. Once or twice he placed an encouraging hand on my arm, catching my eye with a tender look. I wanted to wave him away also, but knew I might be punished for it. He might consider leaving the device in place for the night, and I didn't think I'd be able to take that without cursing him and suffering further punishment. So I tried to keep my face passive as I looked at him.

After his help was rebuffed a few times, Alex wouldn't look directly at me. But I could see him giving me side-long glances, his face subdued. I remained angry and in pain.

Finally we made it to the suite. As we passed the study, Remy ordered us to go into the bedroom. We did as he said. When I opened the door I moved to stand just inside to the right just waiting, wondering what Remy was doing.

"Scott..." Alex began as he turned to look at me.

"Don't." I interrupted him, a warning in my tone. I didn't look up at him.

"It wasn't..."

"Shut up, Alex." I growled. "Just shut up. Okay?" I looked up at him then. Pain was there in his eyes. And guilt and anger too. His mouth was still open as if he were about to speak.

But then Remy entered the room and Alex turned to face him. Remy's circlet and medallion of office was gone. He must have secured them in the study. He looked at us as he began to unclasp the buckles on his vest saying nothing. When he'd shrugged off the garment he tossed it over his arm and walked over to the armoire. As he opened the doors, he said very casually, "Alex, remove the device from your brother and put his cock in your mouth. Take care of him, cher."

Alex's eyes went wide. Now they only held anger in them. "No." He said.

Remy glanced at him. "Alex..." He warned.

"No. You never said..." Alex gritted his teeth.

"There were a good many things I never said. Now do as I say."

My eyes went from Remy to Alex and I gave him a wicked gleeful smile. "Oh come on Alex. Take care of your brother." Where had the brotherly love gone? The kinship I'd felt when he'd first touched me during the performance? All I felt was resentment. And perhaps envy because he'd been allowed to cum inside me.

"No." Alex straightened, remaining firm. Remy ignored him for the moment andj hung the vest in the armoire. Then he closed the doors and strode over to my brother, cracking him across the face.

"Must I punish you, cher? You know what could happen if you refuse me. Or perhaps I should have your brother whipped in front of you?" My grin faltered.

Alex swallowed. Slowly he walked over to me and knelt down, ignoring my gaze. His face was a portrait in controlled rage as he unsnapped the device, letting it clatter to the floor. I blew out a sharp exhale of relief, almost losing it right then and there. I wasn't sure if I would have cared or not. I really just wanted to ejaculate. Although the warmth of my brother's mouth, I knew with out a doubt, would be fantastic.

"Watch the teeth," I said smuggly, patting him on the head. He sneered, but made no reply. After a moment's hesitation he engulfed my erection, taking it all the way down. I threw my head back, my eyes closed in ectasy, moaning in pleasure. I was close, so close.

Remy came near, running a hand down my back and placing a kiss on my cheek. Then he bent down to murmur in Alex's ear. Tears began to flow down his face as he continued to lick and suck my cock. Then Remy stood up and spoke quietly to me. "Your brother believed he would be your master. He took the training too far." I blinked at him slowly, thrusting my hips in time to Alex's pace. "He t'ought I would give you to him. T'ought I would be finished wit' you someday. I did tell him he'd be able to have you. I never told him when or where. What he must understand is dat you two are equals here. Neither one better dan de other. I care for you bot' equally. And I am your master here. Always."

With that I thrust deep into Alex's mouth climaxing with enormous force. He swallowed it all. When he finished he drew away with a sob and dropped onto his hands.

As I stood over him catching my breath, Remy put an arm around my waist. "You're brot'er's always been jealous of you. You, de respected leader of de X-men. De love of Professor Xavier and Jean. Always Jean in your life. Alex loves you, but he feels less dan you. He t'ought he could be better dan you here. Dat I would care for him more. Dat was wrong of him."

I looked at Alex. There was that barrier again. That need to one up each other. And I'd played into it with my own envy and anger. "Do you love your brot'er, Scott?" Remy asked me.

"Of course I do." I replied instantly.

"Den let him know. I'll have no hate between you two."

I bent down next to Alex, stroking his back. "Alex?"

"I didn't want it to happen that way," he whispered.

"I know." I said. I wasn't sure how to go on for a moment. But finally I had to ask, "How can you think I'm better than you? I mean, you're the one who got chosen by a family at the orphanage."

Alex said nothing for a long time. Finally he turned to look up at me, his face tear-streaked and miserable. "They didn't want me for me. They wanted a replacement for the son they lost. I just happened to look like him. Why do you think I never kept in touch with them. It wasn't much better for me there than for you at the orphanage." He paused, closing his eyes. "And as twisted as it sounds, you didn't leave the orphanage because of Sinister. He pulled the strings to keep you there. He didn't want me. I was the weak link in the Summers clan. Pretty much expendable. You're the chosen one. You're the one who everyone wants. You're the one I...can't live up to." He dropped his head.

"Alex...that's got to be the stupidest thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth," I said gently. "And you've said some really stupid things before."

Alex frowned. "Oh yeah? Well you've said some dumb things yourself."

I patted his back. "Yep. Like when I told you how glad I was that you were getting adopted so I wouldn't have to take care of you anymore." I bent my head down low to his ear. "I'm sorry, Alex. I didn't mean it. But I never told you how sorry I was for saying it."

Suddenly Alex launched himself at me, knocking me onto my back. "I ought to knock you upside the head for that." He growled. Then he smiled, his face lighting up like Christmas. "You mean it? You wouldn't have cared having your little obnoxious brother hanging around?"

I cuffed him across the ear. "Naw. It would have been nice to have someone I could have picked on there."

"Yeah?" He asked. "Who used to get pissed off more?"

I chuckled. "Okay. You were better at pushing my buttons." I gave him a serious look then, tenderly wiping a few stray tears from his cheek with my thumb, and said, "I missed you. It was even worse there after you left. If it hadn't been for Xavier..." I stopped, feeling choked up at the memories that were being dredged up.

"I know." Alex said. "Those jerks who adopted me didn't want me to have contact with you. They didn't want to be reminded that I wasn't their son and that I had a brother."

"Well you have a brother, whether you want one or not. And a brother who loves you." I put a hand to his forehead, pushing the strands away to see his beautiful eyes. "And a brother who's no better than you. You took care of Maddy when I was a such a prick to her and Nathan. I never thanked you for that."

"Don't thank me, Scott. It wasn't such a noble thing to do." He closed his eyes and pressed his face into my hand. "She used me. She was getting her revenge on you. I was an easy target. They all want you."

"Shut up Alex," I chided. "It doesn't matter. I'm no better than you. Okay?"

He nodded. "Okay." But the doubt was still there in his voice.

"Alex..." I said sternly. "I want you say it. I'm no better than you."

Alex grinned. "I'm no better than you."

I cuffed him again. "Brat."

"Brat."

"Stop it, Alex."

"Stop it, Alex." He said in his annoying obnoxious little brother voice. There was only one thing to do. I grabbed him by the nape of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. It was a hungry kiss, full of need. Full of desire to let him know how much he meant to me. I bit into his lower lip, nearly drawing blood, and he gasped. Then I was thrusting my tongue deep into his throat, encouraging him to suckle it hungrily. He shifted on top of my body, undulating to the heat rising from our groins. When I had him where I wanted him, writhing with intense desire, I pulled my tongue out of his mouth and kissed my way to his ear.

"Say it, Alex. Tell me I'm no better than you."

"You're no better than me." He breathed. I bit into his earlobe.

"Right." I murmured. "And you're one hell of a kisser, bro."

Alex lifted up to gaze down at me. "Really?" He asked, astonished.

"Don't know why Lorna didn't come running back to you after you returned from the dead. I would have, just to get a kiss."

I saw fleeting moment of pain cross his eyes, then he looked away. "I'm sorry, Alex." I said. "I didn't mean to remind you of her."

"It's okay." He replied. Then he grinned. "See? You do say some stupid things."

"Hey. I never claimed to be perfect. Now are you going to forgive me with a kiss? Or do I have to just take it?" I asked mischievously.

There was a tired chuckle above us. "I t'ink dat's enough brot'erly love for tonight, eh?"

We both looked up at Remy staring down at us. You'd have thought my face would have blistered from the amount of times I'd blushed since I'd arrived here. I'd forgotten Remy was there, so caught up in the moment with my brother. Swiftly, I pushed Alex off of me and stood up. I glanced at Remy to make sure he wasn't angry. I didn't want to incur his jealousy at this point. After all, he'd given me something precious. He'd brought to the fore all the insecurities my brother and I felt toward one another. And by doing so we'd been able to wipe away years of bitterness that had always been there, slithering just beneath the surface. But Remy was smiling benevolently, so I offered my hand to Alex, helping him up off the floor.

"Give me de chains around your waist and de wrist bands," Remy ordered. "Den go and clean off dat oil. I'll join you two in a minute."

Alex and I removed the adornments and handed them over. I think we were both relieved to be rid of the ornamentation. We went into the bathroom, leaving Remy standing by the door, looking at the chains. I glanced back at him, wondering fleetingly what he was thinking. But then Alex nudged me and I stepped into the bathing area.

"Tub or shower?" I asked.

"Shower." Alex said without hesitating. "I'd feel cleaner."

I smiled. "Wash off the stench of that crowd?"

"God, yes." He replied, stretching his arms up and bending them behind his head in an unconsciously sensual pose. He headed to the shower stall.

"And me?" I asked. Where had that come from? Was I still insecure about my brother's love? Alex stopped and turned slightly to look at me through the opening between his bent elbow and his head. Then he dropped his arms and came back over to me.

"Don't be stupid," Alex said, lightly cuffing me on the side of my head.

I laughed. "Okay. But you still owe me that kiss." I was shameless. All I could think about was touching him again. My cock twitched in anticipation.

Alex smiled knowingly. "Maybe. In a moment." Then he walked back into the shower, leaving me shaking my head in exasperation. I followed a minute later. As I stepped into the stall, Alex grabbed me aggressively, shoving me up against the wall. He gave me little time to catch my breath before he claimed my mouth, demanding entrance immediately. I responded in kind, matching his passion. Using my knee, I eased his legs apart and caressed his sack with my thigh. Alex gasped and opened his mouth wider, allowing me to thrust deeper with my tongue. He forced his body so close into mine, it was as if he wanted to melt into my skin.

"How's that?" He asked when we finally broke for air.

"Mmmm...nice." I answered, my voice thick with desire. I sighed when he pulled away. But he smiled, letting me know he wasn't finished.

"We better get cleaned up."

I nodded, slowly pushing myself off the wall. Alex was under the spray already, rinsing the last traces of oil and sweat from his skin. His back was turned to me. Still overwhelmed by the urge to touch him, I grabbed a sponge, poured some liquid soap on it and began to lather his back.

"Ah..." Alex leaned back toward me, his head falling onto my shoulder as he luxuriated in my touch. I took my time, stroking every inch of him. As he turned to face me, he took some of the soapy lather I'd made and began to spread it across my chest. Soon we were engaged in playfully cleaning each other, fingers gliding and teasing over slick flesh, caressing, pinching, cupping. It was more affectionate than passionate. I felt the heat travel to my groin, but there was no driving need, no urgency in my touches. Alex, I noticed, was only half erect.

So I was a little surprised when my brother, having turned me around to wash my back, knelt down behind me and ran his tongue along the crack of my ass. I shivered in delight. Yet despite the pleasure, it felt a bit uncomfortable, unseemly, so I said, "You don't have to do that, Alex."

I almost lost it when he looked up at me and said, "I want to, bro. We're equals, remember. I'm no better than you. And besides, you look so inviting from my perspective."

Without another word I leaned into the wall, spreading my legs to allow him better access. Alex was exquisite. The tip of his tongue circled the rim of my opening teasingly, causing the muscle to spasm and shoot fire to my groin. Then he drifted lazily up and down across the tightness to relax me, to get me to trust and open for him. Alex had wrapped his arms around my thighs so that his hands gripped the area on the inner part next to my sack, his fingers smoothing the hair on the sensitive underside. I bucked in his grasp several times, groaning and clenching my fists. But he held me firm, his tongue finally working its way past the sphincter. I writhed and moaned as he fucked me with his tongue. Waves of euphoria crashed over me as he reached deep inside cleaning the tender red flesh. The spray of the warm water helped to magnify every sensation. I was so close to cumming, when Alex suddenly stood up, pulled me close and drove his cock deep inside me with one thrust. I gasped. When he had seated himself firmly in my body, I turned my head panting and said, "What about Remy?"

"Fuck him!" Alex growled. "You want this, don't you?" He emphasized the last few words by thrusting his hips harder, going even deeper.

"Yes!" I rasped.

Alex rode me hard then. Harder than Remy ever had. And I loved it! We were in a frenzy. I had to throw my arms out at one point to keep from hitting my head against the wall. His hands slipped down my hips, gripping them roughly to plunge into me deeper and more furious than I'd ever had it, making sure I'd have a hard time sitting for the next few days. Then his fingers curled around my shaft and he began to pump it hard and fast, matching the fury of his drive. I swung my head from side to side, clenching the muscles of my ass in time to the pace he set, drawing moans and gasps from his lips.

As we neared the ending, ready and yet a little angry that it had to end, Alex whispered in my ear, "Cum for me Scott." Then he dropped his head to bite deep into my shoulder.

"Alex!" I cried as my back arched and I exploded across his hands, feeling him release a moment later inside me. I'd never get enough of this, I realized in my ecstatic state.

Alex collapsed against my body echoing my thoughts. "Jesus, Scott, if I'd known it would be this good, I'd have ravished you years ago."

His words sent my emotions rocketing back and forth between the high of the afterglow and the desolation at my coming addiction. Jean would never be enough. I panted for a moment, pulling my emotions back inside, not wanting to hurt Alex with my gloomy thoughts. When I'd recovered enough, I snorted through a pant, retorting, "I'd have kicked your ass, you fairy!"

Alex chuckled. "You and whose army?"

I pulled off him and turned around to face him. "Xavier's, of course." We laughed, brothers and friends and I hugged him to me, feeling better in our mutual affection. Let the addiction come then. I almost welcomed it, if it meant being this close to Alex.

After a moment I pulled away. "I wonder where Remy got to?" I just couldn't help asking. He'd been so much a part of my life these last few weeks, it was almost strange for him not to be near. Another growing addiction?

"Who gives a shit?" Alex snapped.

I raised an eyebrow and gave him a cute little smile.

He sniffed. "Well I only give a shit because he can activate this collar." His tone was surly.

I laughed, knowing he was lying. As much as I would have been lying had I said the same thing. "Come on." I said. "Let's get cleaned up. Might as well not give him any reason to activate it."

We rinsed off the sweat and product of our passion. And when Remy still hadn't appeared, we toweled each other off and went back into the bedroom. Our master was curled up on the bed asleep and looking so much like a naughty little boy, I just had to reach out and twirl a strand of his hair around my finger. He'd removed his boots and his shirt was crumpled up next to him on the bed, leaving him clad only in the revealing leggings. Why did he have to look so damn gorgeous? I just couldn't hate him.

I looked at Alex. He'd crawled up onto the bed next to Remy. And for all his harsh comments earlier, his eyes held a tenderness in them. His fingers trailed down Remy's spine, seeming to have a will of their own. Bending down to Remy's ear, he murmured, "Master?" Remy stirred slightly and rolled onto his back with one arm thrown across his eyes. Alex gave me a mischievous smile.

I placed a hand on Remy's belly and then slid it slowly down until I cupped his groin. As I cleared my throat, I said, "Master? Would you like me to suck your cock?"

Remy didn't move, but he said sleepily, "Don' be vulgar, cher."

Alex snorted as I grinned. "Okay." I agreed. "Would you like me to take care of this?" I squeezed his cock gently, feeling a slight twitch.

"Non." He replied. "Been a long day. I need to sleep. And I'd t'ink you two'd be pretty tired too...after dat shower."

So he knew. But his voice didn't express any anger. That was a good thing. I reached up under his hips and tugged at the zipper of his pants. "Let's get you more comfortable then." I said. He lifted his hips slightly so I could pull them off. I took the pants and shirt, folded them and put them over one of the sitting chairs. Then I crawled up along side Remy, pulling the sheet over all three of us. Alex had already snuggled down next to Remy, his eyes closed. I did the same, my head resting in the bend of his shoulder and arm. He wrapped an arm around me and placed a soft kiss on my brow.

"Merci, my beauty." Remy murmured. His breathing soon began to slow and he dropped off to sleep. I opened my eyes to find my brother mirroring my position and watching me. He smiled in the dim light and raised a hand to caress my cheek. Then he, too, drifted off to sleep.

I lay there for a while, too keyed up to sleep, just thinking about the party, my brother, and Remy. My mind skimmed the surface of my memories, feeling, in general, content. My brother and I had closed old wounds, and Remy was making no further demands on me tonight. I was actually a little surprised. As far as I had considered, Remy lived for sex. Now he had his two 'prizes' alone together for the first time in weeks, and all he wanted to do was sleep. Odd. But then my thoughts lingered on that moment when he'd let me experience the love he felt for me. Maybe his love was genuine. If so, then it went beyond sex. Having me near was the important thing. It was similar to the love I bore for Jean. I enjoyed her company. The sex was incredible, but it didn't define our relationship.

Yet what kind of relationship could I have with Remy? He couldn't trust me not to try to escape. At least not this early in my slavery. And I couldn't trust him not to hurt me, physically and mentally. I hadn't reached the point where I really missed him when he was gone. But I did enjoy his company at times. After all, he was usually the only one who spoke to me. The servants ignored me in general, only interested in my physical comfort. I began to wonder if I'd ever get to a point where I wouldn't want to escape. Would Remy trust me then? Would he treat me as more than just a pleasure slave? A part of me hoped that he would. And a part of me hoped that in time he'd set my brother and I free. My thoughts were becoming more and more complicated. Too much to think about, too much to dream about. I let my mind wander again and finally fell asleep.

I was awaken by a gentle bump against my shoulder. In my sleep I'd rolled on my side away from Remy. Groggily I turned to look back over my shoulder to see what had woken me. Remy and Alex were locked in a passionate embrace. I blinked and turned over without thinking, my cock coming to life at the erotic scene before me. My brother was stretched over my master sucking on Remy's tongue. His hands were gliding up and down the length of Remy's body. Remy had one hand firmly pressed against the back of Alex's head and his other hand was exploring the tight flesh of Alex's ass, one finger occasionally running the length of his crack. They didn't even seem to notice me when I moved to get a better look.

Caught up in watching the two beautiful men lying next to me feasting on each other, my hand slid down to my groin. I began to stroke myself running my eyes over the two, catching every sensual gesture they made. It was unbelievably hot. You could have fried an egg in the heat rising from the bed. Apparently jealousy was no longer an issue for Remy. Or had he really been jealous of me? Was Alex his true favorite and I just completed the matching set?

When they broke for air Alex looked over at me and down at my groin. He grinned and looked back at Remy. There was some unspoken acknowledgement between the two, and Alex reached to push my hands away and grasp my cock. I settled back on the bed with a sigh, my eyes half closed in bliss. Remy had lifted his head off the bed to kiss Alex's neck. I think he must have whispered something to my brother because suddenly Alex was on his hands and knees above me, his mouth engulfing my hardness and his own erection dangling temptingly above my lips.

"Take it, cher," Remy murmured in my ear. He didn't have to ask twice. I sucked in Alex with a moan as he opened his mouth wider and dropped down the length of my shaft, swallowing it completely. A quiet humming rose from his throat vibrating against my swollen cock. It was heavenly and spurred me on to pull him in deeper.

Remy had risen to his knees. And when I opened my eyes to the sudden shift of his weight, I could see him above me, placing his knees on either side of my head as he spread Alex's legs. I felt my brother grunt around the head of my cock and knew Remy had entered him. He could no longer thrust into my mouth as Remy held him in place, so I lifted my head to fuck him harder with my lips and tongue. It wasn't long before I was feeling the familiar and incredibly wonderful tightening in my groin. Remy must have been close to the edge too, because his empathetic power began to wash over me. Alex shuddered above me, his mouth dove down onto my length, and I came in a frenzy, thrusting hard into his tight hot throat. He swallowed it all, not losing a drop. Then I felt his own seed hit the back of my throat and it was my turn to dutifully swallow every tasty drop.

Remy climaxed at the same time, stopping his thrusting above me and letting out a soft "mais oui." After a moment he pulled out of my brother and collapsed beside me muttering to himself pleasantly in Cajun and French. Alex lifted to his knees stretching luxuriously above me. Then he smiled down at me, inched back a pace and bent to kiss me tenderly, before climbing over Remy to spoon up against his back. No words were spoken. Remy pulled me close into that favorite position of his: my back up against his chest, my ass against his groin, and one of his hands cupping my cock and balls possessively. It wasn't long before I was immersed in feelings of peace and safety and lulled back into sleep.