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Mirror, Mirror

Sitting at his table in the library, Finch sipped his tea and lazily surfed the internet, taking advantage of a morning without a new number to catch up on perpetuating the fictions that were his many personas – e-mails, blogs, forums, posts to Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr, varying his vocabulary and syntax and opinion to give the impression of different people behind each username. It was exhausting.

A noise in the hall drew his attention and he glanced up, startled to see Reese skulking along against the wall, holding his gun in a two-handed grip, his gaze darting around like he had never seen the place before.

“Something the matter, Mr. Reese?” he asked, stiffening as Reese pointed the gun at him. Reese stepped forward, keeping the weapon trained on Finch, his eyes narrowed.

“Don’t move,” Reese said. “How do you know my name?”

Finch’s eyes widened. This seemed extremely elaborate and far-fetched for a joke, not to mention the fact that it wasn’t funny in the slightest. He stared back at the man for a moment, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of his stomach as he finally noticed the tight black T-shirt and army green cargo pants he was wearing, the wide metal band clipped to the shell of his ear, the faded scar above his left eyebrow. This was not Finch’s Reese.

“You’re from the other universe,” Finch said, his voice soft. The strange Reese gave no confirmation or denial, which in itself was confirmation enough. Few people knew about the alternate universe.

“Who are you?” he asked again, adjusting his grip on the pistol.

“You may call me Mr. Finch,” Finch said, experiencing a moment of deja vu.

The strange Reese seemed to relax a little, although he didn’t lower his weapon. “How do you know me?”

“I work with your counterpart on this side,” Finch said. “I thought you were him for a moment. Now, is there a reason why you’re pointing that gun at me?”

“Just making sure you’re not like your counterpart on my side,” the strange Reese said, slowly lowering the pistol. When Finch didn’t move, he put the safety back on and shoved it into the black canvas holster strapped to his right leg.

“You’re right-handed?” Finch asked.

“Ambidextrous, but I favor the right. Why?”

“My Reese favors the left. What did you mean about my counterpart?”

“You don’t know?”

“I know of the other universe, but not much about it, I’m afraid,” Finch said. “I have too much to do on my side to worry about yours.” A slight movement, barely more than a shadow over the alternate Reese’s shoulder, caught Finch’s eye and his gaze shifted. The strange Reese noticed and reached for his gun, but before his hand reached the weapon, Finch’s Reese had grabbed him by the back of the shirt and pressed his own pistol to the back of his counterpart’s head.

“Who the hell are you and how’d you get in here?”

The alternate Reese slowly raised his hands in surrender, but he had a broad smile on his face that Finch had never seen on his own Reese. “I’d recognize that voice anywhere,” he said and Finch saw his Reese frown, confusion evident. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.”

In a movement almost too fast for Finch to see, the other Reese brought his elbow back into his Reese’s chest as he twisted to the side and ducked, pulling out of Reese’s grasp. The other Reese brought his hand up, knocking the pistol out of Finch’s Reese’s hand and sending it skidding across the cement floor. The other Reese turned to face his counterpart and Finch watched his Reese’s eyes widen.

“What the fuck?” Reese asked, staring at his mirror image.

“Nice to meet you, too,” the alternate Reese said, his grin almost predatory.

Finch pushed back his chair and rose stiffly to his feet. “Mr. Reese-”

“It’s Captain Reese, actually,” the alternate said.

“He was talking to me,” Reese said, a dangerous undercurrent in his voice.

“I am you,” Captain Reese replied, and there was no mistaking the amusement and taunting in his voice. He was like Reese, only ten times worse, and Reese didn’t seem to appreciate the irony. He threw himself against Captain Reese, trying to pin him against the cinder block wall, but Captain Reese deflected him somehow and managed to shove him back, up against the shelves of books. Finch winced as Reese threw an elbow backward, connecting with the side of Captain Reese’s face.

Captain Reese shifted his weight, shoving his foot between Reese’s and jerking the other man off balance. Reese fell and Finch winced again as he hit the floor, whipping his legs around and sweeping Captain Reese’s feet out from under him. Captain Reese landed hard on top of his counterpart, twisting around to press a forearm against Reese’s throat. Finch stepped forward, drawing a breath to put a stop to the fracas, but froze as Reese pulled Captain Reese’s gun from the holster and pressed the barrel against the side of Captain Reese’s head. For a long moment, no one moved, Reese’s face turning red as his counterpart continued to apply pressure to his throat, both men too stubborn to back down.

“Oh, knock it off, both of you,” Finch barked. “Mr. Reese, I suggest you not blow his head off, unless you want to start a diplomatic nightmare the likes of which you can’t even begin to imagine. And you, Captain Reese, have a lot of nerve coming in here uninvited. I should let him shoot you.”

Let him?” Captain Reese repeated, finally lifting him arm and allowing Reese to take a ragged breath. “He takes orders from you?”

“He works for me,” Finch said, ignoring the insult in his choice of words as the two Reeses climbed to their feet. Captain Reese held out his hand for his weapon; Reese looked like he was still tempted to use it, but after a moment he handed it over.

Reese glanced at Finch. “What the hell is going on here?”

Finch sighed. “You might want to have a seat.” He explained what he knew about the alternate universe, which wasn’t much, and Captain Reese did not feel the need to fill in the blanks. “As to why he’s here, I don’t have a clue,” Finch finished, turning to regard Captain Reese, who was standing before the cracked pane of glass where photos of their previous number still hung. Finch hadn’t gotten around to taking them down yet.

“I came here for information,” Captain Reese said. “For the past six years, I’ve been hunting a man we know only as the Raven. He’s highly intelligent and completely sociopathic, the kind of man you can refer to as an evil genius and still keep a straight face. He does most of his criminal activity via technology, mostly computers and cell phones, but we’ve attributed at least four murders directly to him, with dozens more carried out by the men that work for him. He’s stolen from banks, investment firms, private companies, government agencies; he’s sold information to China, Russia, Iran; he’s orchestrated kidnappings and political assassinations, and somehow, he manages to always stay one step ahead of us.”

“What does this have to do with us?” Reese asked. Finch had a pretty good idea, but he said nothing, the just the possibility making him feel sick to his stomach.

“I’m getting to it,” Captain Reese said. “A few months ago, we finally managed to lift a print off of a desk in a hotel the Raven used. It wasn’t in the system, but one of our tech analysts suggested we run it on this side and what do you know, we got a hit.”

Finch let out a relieved breath. His prints weren’t in the system, either – not anymore.

“Not so fast,” Captain Reese said with a knowing smirk. “You covered your tracks well, but our side has a little better data recovery software than yours.”

Reese glanced back and forth between them. “What are you saying? Are you saying that Raven guy is…your version of Finch?”

“We know he is,” Captain Reese said. “Using the information we uncovered about…Mr. Finch, we were able to track down records from before the Raven went off the grid. We have a pretty good idea of who he was and what made him the way he is, but-”

“Which is?” Finch asked.

Captain Reese regarded him for a moment, then glanced at Reese. “When he was nine, there was a car accident.” Finch fought to keep his face impassive, knowing that both Reeses were watching him. “He lost both parents and his younger sister.”

“Sister?” Finch repeated, feeling like all the breath had left his body. “What was her name?”

“Sarah, I think,” Captain Reese said.

Finch closed his eyes, fighting back the lump in his throat. “My mother had a miscarriage when I was five.” He quickly composed himself and looked up at Captain Reese. “After the accident, where did he go?”

“He was taken in by an uncle,” Captain Reese said. “A Rodger Jameson, aka Lawrence Danburn, aka Peter Reynolds, and the list goes on. The man was a con artist, a thief, and a murderer, and we suspect he abused his nephew physically, emotionally, and psychologically.”

Silence fell and Finch glanced up to find two pairs of intense blue-gray eyes focused expectantly on him. “Uncle Rodger was serving a life sentence at the time of the accident. I went into the foster system.”

“Divergence,” Captain Reese said, nodding. “The place where your paths split.” He looked at Reese again, a thoughtful weight in his eyes. After a moment, he turned back to Finch. “There is evidence to suggest you may still have many things in common with him, which is why I’d like to discuss your current circumstances and preferences, places you frequent, things you like…”

“Good luck,” Reese said. “He’s a really private person.”

“Oh, I think I can get him to talk,” Captain Reese all but purred. “Over dinner, perhaps? Do you like Italian? You’ll have to recommend a wine – I’m not much of a drinker.”

Flustered, Finch didn’t know what to say.

“Really…” Reese said, now giving his counterpart the same thoughtful look. “I think you and I should have a talk.”

“I’ll look forward to it,” Captain Reese said, his smile broad and warm. “Maybe you could buy me a drink after I finish with your boss. It’s the least you could do to make up for giving me this.” He ran his finger along one cheekbone, red and already starting to bruise from where Reese elbowed him.

“It’s a date,” Reese replied with a smile.

Finch stared, nonplussed. He’d known that Reese would flirt with anyone – he’d been the victim of such looks often enough – but he’d never thought the man would flirt with himself. Would wonders never cease.


It wasn’t hard to imagine Finch as a criminal mastermind, an evil genius as his doppelganger has said, but it was unsettling. Finch was a good man, one of the few that Reese had ever known, and the thought of what he would have had to experience in his formative years in order to become what Captain Reese claimed…

Reese scowled as he led his strange twin into the small back office that served as closet, infirmary, crash room, and weapon’s locker. He didn’t see why the captain couldn’t find his own clothes, but as Finch had pointed out, they were the same size, and Reese had plenty of spare suits. As he pulled out a black suit and white shirt, he glanced over at the captain, who was examining one of Reese’s assault rifles.

“So, what is it that the two of you do here, anyway?” Captain Reese asked.

“It’s…complicated,” Reese answered. “Why do you go by Reese? That’s not our real name.” The stranger with Reese’s face turned around and began juggling tear gas grenades. Reese mouth quirked in a smile as he imagined the coronary Finch would have if he saw that.

“Before getting promoted to tracking down this cyber-criminal, I did a lot of undercover and intelligence work. My handler gave the name on our first mission and it stuck.”

“Stanton?” Reese asked, holding out the clothing.

Captain Reese frowned. “No, his name was Davis. Don’t you have something with some color in it?” He stepped past Reese and began rifling through the antique wardrobe. “I guess not- Wait, here we go.”

Reese bristled as Captain Reese pulled out his favorite lavender shirt, but the other man just grinned.

“I bet we look severely fuckable in this,” he said, holding the shirt up under Reese chin. “Yep.”

Reese pushed the shirt away. “Quit screwing around.” He started to leave.

“Hang on,” the captain said. “I wanted to ask, what’s the deal between you and your boss?”

“What do you mean? He’s my employer-”

“And that’s it? You’re not sleeping with him?”

Taken aback, Reese struggled to find a response. “I’m not gay.” He took a sudden, closer look at his counterpart. “Are you?”

“By definition, no. I like men and women, but if push came to shove, I’d pick dicks over tits any day.”

“That’s…more information than I needed,” Reese said, turning to leave again.

“Wait,” Captain Reese said with a laugh. “So you’re not interested in Mr. Finch at all?”


“Then you don’t mind if I give it a shot, do you?”

Reese snorted. “Knock yourself out, but try not to be too disappointed. He would never.”

Captain Reese gave him a sly smile. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that. I’ve been watching the two of you for quite some time, and it’s obvious that he wants you bad, and I figured, it can’t hurt that I look just like you. Who knows, after a few glasses of wine, maybe I can talk him into indulging in his fantasy.”

“Isn’t going to happen,” Reese said, but he had to rely on his training to hide the fact that Captain Reese had unsettled him.

“You want to bet on it?”

“What are we betting?”

“Let’s see, something good…” the captain said, running a hand back through his hair. “All right, if I can get him to kiss me, you have to buy me a drink and tell me all about yourself.”

“All right,” Reese said. He had planned on doing that anyway. Maybe not buying him a drink… “And if he turns you down-”

“Hang on, I’m not finished yet. If I can get him to sleep with me, you have to sleep with me, too.”

“Excuse me?” Reese said. “That’s- that’s-”


“I was going to say sick, depraved, perverse-”

“Why? It’s not like we’re related. And come on, don’t tell me you’ve never masturbated in front of the mirror.”

Reese gave him a deadpan stare.

“That’s just me, then?” Captain Reese said with a cheeky, unapologetic grin. Reese found himself both fascinated and repulsed. What sort of life had he led to make him this way? Where was their divergence? He needed to know, but he couldn’t ask, he could hardly think it without a strange lump forming in his throat. Was she still alive?

“You look like you’re thinking hard about something,” Captain Reese said. “Trying to picture me naked? Here, maybe this will help.” He peeled off his black T-shirt and tossed it onto the foot of the cot, revealing a lean and tanned torso, his abs a bit more clearly defined than Reese’s own, he couldn’t help but notice. He also couldn’t help but notice the scars, pale silver and new pink, that marred the dark skin.

“How’d you get that?” Reese asked, taking a step closer to get a better look at the deep, old scar on his twin’s chest, a line that nearly bisected his left nipple.

“Knife fight in Guatemala,” the captain said. He turned showing Reese the back of his right upper arm. “Slipped climbing over a razor wire fence in Algeria.” He unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down off his right hip, exposing a multitude of small silver scars on his flank. “Birdshot in Wisconsin.”

Reese arched an eyebrow.

“Yes, I was shot in the ass while duck hunting. I’m guessing you didn’t get to experience that particular teenage rite of passage.”

“Never had the fortune,” Reese replied. “Are we done here?”

“Not hardly,” Captain Reese said, bending down and loosening the laces on his boots before toeing them off. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them, standing in the middle of the room in just his briefs. “What about our bet?”

Reese rolled his eyes. “You’re an idiot if you think Finch will ever-”

“And you’re an idiot if you turn down a sure bet, then, aren’t you?”

“Fine, but when Finch laughs in your face, you’re going to stop this nonsense, you’re going to leave him and me alone, and you’re going to get whatever information you need and go back to where you came from. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” Captain Reese said, his grin far too smug for Reese’s liking.


Finch arrived at the little Italian restaurant promptly at seven, paid the cab driver, and climbed out. Captain Reese was waiting beneath the awning, looking so much like Finch’s Reese that when the captain smiled at him, a warm, broad smile without guile or reservation, for a moment, Finch felt his heart skip. He quickly mastered himself and took out his cell, sending Reese a quick text to inform him that he was turning off his phone, which he did next, going so far as to take out the battery to prevent eavesdropping. He wasn’t sure what Captain Reese wanted to talk about, but he knew he’d feel better if he knew Reese wasn’t listening in.

Putting the phone away, he approached the door, frowning as Captain Reese opened it for him. “I can do that myself,” he said, limping past him into the foyer. Captain Reese caught up to him and reached past him, opening the inner door, too.

“I’m sure you can,” Captain Reese said, his voice a low purr, “but a gentleman always opens the door for his date.”

Finch turned stiffly to look up at him, his gaze drawn to the faded scar over his left eyebrow. “This is not a date,” Finch said.

“I suppose that depends on your perspective,” Captain Reese replied with another unabashed smile. Why couldn’t Reese-

Finch pushed the compromising thought aside. It didn’t matter. Reese didn’t smile like that, perhaps couldn’t, not after the things he’d witnessed, the things he’d done. Such warm smiles belonged to those who had never felt the darkness in their soul. Not people like Reese, or like Finch.

They entered the restaurant and were quickly seated, even without a reservation. About half of the tables were occupied, the floors were clean, the tablecloths neat, and the air smelled deliciously of fresh bread, tomatoes, basil, and grilled eggplant. The wine list was decent and Finch ordered a bottle of white while they perused the menu. After the server had taken their order and left, he tried to get down to business, to no avail.

“We have all night to talk about you,” Captain Reese said. “First, I’d like to ask you a question about your Reese. Are you fucking him?”

“I beg your pardon?” Finch hissed through his teeth, glancing around to make sure no one had overheard. Thank God he’d thought to turn off his phone.

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you,” Captain Reese continued, as though this were a perfectly acceptable topic of conversation. “I’ve been watching the two of you for quite some time. It’s obvious that he has feelings for you.”

It couldn’t have been that obvious. Finch cleared his throat, busying himself with straightening his silverware on the table to avoid looking at Captain Reese. “How Mr. Reese feels or doesn’t feel isn’t any of your concern. I was under the impression that you came here to learn about the Raven.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I can’t satisfy my own curiosity while I’m here. I just asked because I don’t want to come between you if there’s anything-”

“There isn’t,” Finch said, then frowned. “What do you mean, come between us?”

“Well, if you’re not sleeping with him, I’d like to be.”

Finch stared at him, at a complete loss for words, the mental image of what Captain Reese was suggesting springing unbidden to his mind – two Reeses, naked, sweaty, grunting, moaning, gasping – Finch felt himself flush, his slacks growing tight across the groin and he forced the thought away.

“What your suggesting is-”

“Narcissistic?” Captain Reese said with a smirk.

“Well, yes, but I was going to say impossible. Reese would never.”

“Want to bet?”

“I think I know the man better than you do, Captain.”

“That man you’re talking about is me.”

“And that’s where you are most wrong,” Finch said with a small shake of his head. “I don’t know you very well, but already I can tell that you and Reese are two very different people who happen to look alike.”

“I disagree,” Captain Reese said. “We may have had different experiences, but at the core, at the most basic level, we are the same, with the same desires and urges, the same wants and needs. I know those needs and desires intimately. I know what will turn him on and get him off. I know how to be the best he’s ever had or will ever have, and I know he won’t be able to resist, because I know I couldn’t.”

They fell silent as the wine arrived. Finch sampled it and nodded his approval, waiting until the glasses had been filled and the server departed before shaking his head again. “Trust me, because I know Reese, and he will never sleep with you. He had too many bad experiences with men while working for the CIA, whoring himself to get close to a target. He just won’t, so save yourself the embarrassment and don’t even ask.” It was why Finch never had. It wasn’t the only reason – he shifted his stiff leg to relieve the ache in his hip – but it was the main one.

“Who said anything about asking?” Captain Reese asked, a playful smile twisting his lips as he raised his wine glass to them. Finch glanced away. He was so like Reese in many ways, but not enough, not where it mattered. “So, what do you want to bet?”

Finch turned back to him. “Excuse me?”

“You say I can’t get him into bed, I say I can – I think that needs a wager, don’t you?”

“I don’t gamble.”

“Oh? I thought you sounded like it was a sure thing.”

“It is-”

“Then what have you got to lose? I tell you what, if he turns me down, I promise to leave him and you alone for the remainder of my stay. Purely professional behavior, nothing more.”

“Fine,” Finch said, more than happy to agree to that.

Captain Reese smirked again. “All right, but if I can get him to kiss me, then you have to tell me how you really feel about him.”

“I don’t-”

“Hang on, I’m not done yet. If I can get him into bed with me, then you have to sleep with me, too.”

“Me? Why?”

“He’s not the only one that I’m curious about. Like I said, I’ve been watching you for a long time, doing whatever it is that you do, causing havoc and mayhem, but somehow always managing to save someone. I find you…fascinating and mysterious and I want to become more intimately acquainted.”

Finch suppressed a shiver at the sultry suggestion in Captain Reese’s voice. He wasn’t Reese, but he looked like him, he sounded like him, he probably kissed and fucked like him, too, and would it really be such a crime to indulge a little?

Finch cleared his throat. “Not that anything is going to happen between the two of you, but say it does. I’m just supposed to take your word for it? Or will you bring me pictures?”

Captain Reese laughed. “No, I doubt I could get him to pose for you. I’m having a drink with him after dinner, so why don’t you just hang around and keep an eye on us. That’s what you do, isn’t it? Watch people?”

Their dinner arrived and Captain Reese got down to business, his questions mostly professional, but even when they strayed into what Finch considered personal territory, he could understand the reasoning behind it. It was strange and uncomfortable to talk about himself so much, but otherwise the evening was pleasant enough.

“Thank you,” Captain Reese said as they sat nursing a final glass of wine apiece, the dishes cleared and check placed quietly on the edge of the table. “This should help immensely. Maybe we can even figure out how he seems to know everything before it happens.”

Finch shifted in his chair, both because of his stiff hip and because of the evasive answers he’d been giving all night whenever the subject of his daily activities came up. “I think I might have a theory about that,” he said finally. “It’s possible that the Raven has built a machine, a giant computer program that accesses all surveillance footage, all phone calls, all electronic communication, and sorts it, analyzes it, and predicts future events based on that information.”

“That’s not possible,” Captain Reese said, shaking his head. “I mean, maybe for a company like Massive Dynamic, with nearly unlimited funds and resources and a whole team of programmers and engineers, but one man?”

“It’s not as farfetched as you think,” Finch said quietly, taking another sip of his wine. He could feel Captain Reese staring at him, and slowly he raised his gaze, meeting dark blue eyes.

“Is that-”

“Don’t bother finishing the sentence, Captain,” Finch said. “That particular topic is not open for discussion, I was merely suggesting something to look into on your side.” He pulled a stack of cash out of his jacket pocket and peeled off a couple of hundreds.

“Hey, I’m supposed to be buying dinner,” Captain Reese protested. “I asked you out, remember.”

“This wasn’t a date,” Finch said, speaking through his teeth. He tucked the bills in with the check and stood up, wincing slightly as his lower back gave a twinge. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have things to do.”

“I’ll walk out with you,” Captain Reese said, draining his glass in a single gulp and standing up. They headed for the door, the alternate Reese walking just at Finch’s elbow, close enough that Finch was acutely aware of his presence. Perhaps it was just the wine, but he found himself thinking about that stupid bet again, the odds and the outcomes. Captain Reese opened the doors for him again, but his annoyance was more feigned than anything. Out on the street, the sky above was black, the streetlights and headlights casting the city into splashes and pools of light and shadow.

Finch glanced around for a taxi, surprised when Captain Reese stepped close behind him, hands lighting on his hips and warm breath sliding down under his collar. “You smell good,” Reese whispered. But it wasn’t Reese, it was the other Reese, and he was practically a stranger. That didn’t stop Finch’s heart from pounding, or his skin from heating up, or his mouth from going dry.

“What are you doing?” Finch asked.

“Trying to resist the urge to take you back to my hotel room and ravish you all night long, to hell with our bet. You wouldn’t complain if I wanted to suck your cock, would you?”

Finch swallowed hard. “Isn’t Mr. Reese expecting you?”

“I think he’ll get over it.”

“Captain-” Finch gasped, feeling lips brush the side of his neck, just beneath his ear.

“Kiss me,” Captain Reese whispered. “Give me that, at least.”

Finch pulled away from him, looking in vain for a cab, his heart racing, thumping at the base of his throat, making it hard to breathe. He had to get out of there before he did something stupid- Oh, fuck it. He turned around, one hand grabbing the lapel of Captain Reese’s jacket, steadying himself as he stretched up to meet the soft lips of the other man. He closed his eyes, knowing it was wrong to imagine that he was with Reese – the real Reese – but he couldn’t stop himself. His mouth opened, his tongue sliding along Reese’s lower lip, making him groan.

Then Reese – Captain Reese pulled back, looking down at him, his face cast in shadow by the streetlight behind him. “Tell me that was me you were kissing and not him.”

Finch looked away, suddenly disgusted with himself. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Captain Reese just chuckled. “Don’t be. I’d have been shocked if it was.” His warm hand cupped Finch’s cheek, gently coaxing his head up. Captain Reese leaned down, kissing him softly before stepping back. “You better be watching,” he said, raising his arm and hailing a passing cab, “because now I really want to know how you feel about him.” He opened the door and Finch climbed inside, a nervous fluttering in the pit of his stomach as he looked out through the window at Captain Reese, picturing him kissing his counterpart. The odds were so slim they were almost non-existent, but there was no way in hell Finch wouldn’t be watching, just in case.


Reese watched the taxi pull away from the curb, carrying its lone occupant off to places unknown. He stood for a moment in the darkness of the alley across the street, then stepped out, making his way through traffic as Captain Reese waited on the sidewalk under the awning of the restaurant, grinning at him like the cat who’d swallowed the canary.

“Looks like you owe me a drink,” the captain said.

Reese didn’t respond. He wasn’t sure what he would say or do if he did. A great tangled mass of emotion was churning inside him, anger and jealousy and confusion, making it hard to think. That was why he didn’t let himself have emotions.

“C’mon,” Reese said finally with a jerk of his head. “There’s a quiet little bar just up the street.” He started walking without waiting for a response. After what he just saw, he needed a drink.

Captain Reese fell into step beside him, his gait much looser, more relaxed and fluid, Reese noticed. “He was thinking about you, you know,” the captain said after a moment. “I asked him.”

“Can we not talk about that?” Reese growled through his teeth.

“All right. I wanted to talk about you, anyway. Why aren’t you all over that? He’s adorable in a dorky genius sort of way, he looks fucking fine in those suits, and he’s crazy about you. So what’s wrong with you?”

“I’m not gay,” Reese snapped.

“So? Do things work differently over here? Do you have to sign up somewhere, gay or straight? Is it written on your driver’s license – height, weight, eye color, sexual preference? Is it tattooed on your dick – for pussy only?”

Reese gave him a dark look. “No.”

“Then what is your problem? You don’t have to be gay. Life isn’t black or white, gay or straight, it’s all shades of gray. That’s the beauty of it. You don’t have to choose. You may have never felt that way about a man, and you may never feel that way again, but you can’t tell me it didn’t royally piss you off to see me kissing him.”

Reese just scowled and kept walking.

“Or is it something else?” Captain Reese asked, his voice low. “Did you try it once and decide you didn’t like it? Because it’s not fair to judge every man based on one bad blowjob-”

Reese didn’t even realize he wanted to slam the captain against the nearest wall until after he’d done it, his hands balled into fists gripping Captain Reese’s borrowed jacket, his face inches from one that looked so much like his own. “It wasn’t once, it was dozens of times, to get close to assets, to gain their trust, to learn their secrets, to kill them – arms dealers and human traffickers and terrorists – men whose presence made me feel physically ill, men I had to suck off, men who fucked me in the ass, men that were a pleasure to kill.”

“Men that aren’t me or Finch,” Captain Reese said quietly. “Do you really think he’d do what they did, that he’d make you feel like they did?”

Reese let him go and turned away, shaking inside as he ran a hand back through his hair. “I- I don’t know – No, he wouldn’t, but…I don’t want him to become associated with those memories, and- and I don’t know if I could keep them separate.”

“I didn’t know,” Captain Reese said after a moment. “I’m sorry.”

Reese ignored him. He didn’t need sympathy.

“C’mon,” the captain said after a moment, clapping him on the back in a friendly way. “The first drink’s on me and I promise not to ask any more personal questions.” Reese hesitated, then led him down the street to a corner bar. It was dark inside, most of the light coming from the flickering neon beer signs and the lamps hanging over the pool tables. The bar was old and scarred, the jukebox broken since the nineties, and the security cameras in the corners just for show. It was where he frequently came to get away from the prying eyes of Finch and his Machine, though he rarely drank anything harder than a beer. Tonight, he ordered whiskey.

Reese threw it back and signaled for another, then led his counterpart over to a table in the corner where they wouldn’t be overheard. He even turned off his phone, figuring turnabout was fair play and if Finch didn’t like it…to hell with him.

“So, what’s on your mind?” Captain Reese asked.

Reese stared down at the table, his gaze tracing the wood grain just visible beneath years of grime. “Jessica,” he said finally. “Is she alive on your side?”


Reese’s head snapped up, ready to kill him – diplomatic nightmare be damned – if this was some kind of joke, but Captain Reese looked genuinely confused. “Jessica. I met her in high school, we dated through college and while I was in the service. I loved her…”

“Oh, Jessica from high school,” the other Reese said, nodding. “We never dated. I thought she was pretty, but she hooked up with this other guy. What was his name…Michael- No, Marcus. Marcus Standridge. I think they might have gotten married.”

“Marcus…” Reese frowned. The name sounded familiar, but he didn’t remember anyone named Marcus in high school. He thought back further. “I knew Marcus in junior high, but he went to Montana with his father after his parents divorced.”

“And my Marcus stayed with his mother,” Captain Reese said.

“Divergence…” Reese muttered, finishing his whiskey. Then something occurred to him. “It’s my fault she’s dead. In your world, she’s alive because she was never with me. It’s my fault.”

“You can’t know that,” Captain Reese said, shaking his head. “I don’t know if she even is alive, and there have been countless decisions made since that moment in time. You can’t know, but you’ll drive yourself crazy if you keep thinking about it. Now come on, ask me something else.”

But that was all Reese wanted to know. Nothing else mattered. He walked out of the bar and was halfway up the block when he heard running footsteps behind him.

“John, wait,” Captain Reese said, catching up with him. Reese didn’t slow his stride one bit. “You do prefer John, right? That’s what Finch calls you sometimes. Personally, I like Jack-”

“What do you want?” Reese snarled.

“Look, I’m sorry that wasn’t what you wanted to hear. I’m sorry my life isn’t everything you’ve dreamed of, but we’ve got real problems to deal with. I screwed up when I kissed Finch. I didn’t think it would hurt anything, that you’d come around after a few nudges in the right direction, but I didn’t know you’d been traumatized by your past experiences, and now that he’s had a taste he’s going to want more, he’s going to want the real thing, and it’s going to ruin this partnership that the two of you have, and that was never my intention.”

“You’re giving yourself too much credit,” Reese said. “It was just a kiss. Finch will get over it. He’s probably forgotten all about it already.”

“Wanna bet?” Captain Reese asked. “You weren’t close enough to see him trembling, to hear the need in his voice, to feel the desperation in his kiss. He wants you, and you’re too emotionally scarred-”

“Would you shut up,” Reese said, his voice low. “There’s nothing wrong with me.”

“Prove it. Kiss me.”

Reese turned away, disgusted.

“I was right,” Captain Reese said, sounding smug. “They broke you-”

Reese slammed him against the wall again, knocking the wind out of him, but Captain Reese just laughed, a breathless chuckle, and didn’t even try to break away.

“Did I hit a nerve there, John?” he asked. “You don’t have to admit it to me, but at least stop lying to yourself. You want him, too, but you’re scared, and that pisses you off, that those horrible men could still have so much power over you long after they’re nothing but dust. Show them – show me – that you’re stronger than that. Kiss me. You’ll see.”

Reese kissed him, just to shut him up, covering his mouth, capturing his lips, pressing him harder against the wall, his fingers digging into the captain’s upper arms. He was surprised to feel a hand in the middle of his chest, pushing against him. He jerked back, out of breath, his lips tingling. “What?”

“It’s a kiss, not an assault,” Captain Reese said. “You do that to Finch, you’re going to hurt him. Go slow; be gentle.”

His heart thumping in his chest, Reese leaned forward, hesitating before brushing his lips against the captain’s. He thought of Finch, with his stiff neck and rigid shoulders and determined limp, never complaining about the pain that Reese saw him in every day. It was amazing how someone so fragile could be so tough. But Captain Reese was right. Hurting Finch was the last thing he wanted to do. It was one of the reasons he’d ignored his feelings toward the other man, even if it wasn’t the main one.

He stiffened as he felt large, warm hands slide beneath his jacket, touching him through his shirt, but he didn’t pull away. This wasn’t anything like what he’d gone through before. But then, those men hadn’t been interested in kissing. His lips parted and he heard and felt his counterpart groan as he slid his tongue into Captain Reese’s mouth, tasting the wine and tomato sauce from his dinner with Finch. Those arms wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer, and he drew a sharp breath as he felt a hand touch the butt of his gun.

Captain Reese drew back, grinning at him. “Why, John, is that a gun in your pants or are you enjoying this as much as I am?” He pulled Reese up against him and Reese blinked, startled by the hard bulge in the front of Captain Reese’s trousers. He started to step back, but the captain grabbed him, jerking him off balance and exchanging places with him, the cold wall of the building against Reese’s back and his twin’s hands against his chest.

“Relax, John; you’re going to like this.”

Reese stared at him, feeling like he should put a stop to this, but he didn’t move as Captain Reese slid his hands down Reese’s chest, to his belt, and quickly unbuckled it. The button and zipper were next, and Reese’s gaze drifted down, following the captain as he dropped to his knees. Reese gave a muted grunt, glancing up and down the sidewalk as his cock was engulfed in a hot, wet mouth, but this was one of the quieter corners of the city. The only eyes watching them were the cold, staring lenses of traffic and security cameras. Briefly, he wondered if Finch was watching, but that was rather self-centered. Surely the man had better things to do.

Reese leaned his head back against the brick, breathing hard as skilled lips and tongue teased him to hardness, stroking all his most sensitive places and making his legs feel weak. Captain Reese alternated between suckling the head and sliding down the shaft, taking Reese nearly to the back of his throat. The captain moaned, making obscene slurping noises as he drew back, squeezing the crown with his lips as his tongue probed the slit. Reese panted, his hands balling into fists as he felt the pleasure gather in his groin, growing heavy and insistent, the pressure building, his balls drawing up.

He cried out, his hips jerking as he came, the orgasm thundering through him. When his head stopped spinning, he glanced down at the man before him, licking his lips and wiping a smear of white off his chin with the back of his hand.

“I don’t mind swallowing,” Captain Reese said, tucking Reese’s spent cock back into his trousers and zipping him up, “but it’s considered polite to give a bit more warning.” He stood back up, wearing a Cheshire cat grin. “Well? That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”

Reese didn’t answer. He finished putting his clothes in order and walked away. He wasn’t sure how he felt about what had just happened.

“Well, if you won’t take me home with you,” Captain Reese called after him, “I suppose I’ll have to pay Harold a visit, instead. He’s probably back at his library, don’t you think? Workaholic, that one. You need to get him to relax a bit more often. Or maybe I can. I’ll let you know. See you in the morning, John.”

Reese just ignored him and kept walking. He was bluffing, trying to get a reaction out of him. Finch would never- But then, Reese had sworn Finch would never kiss the captain, either. His steps faltered. Would Finch sleep with him? Would he, because he really wanted Reese? Would he break down, give in, and turn to the wrong Reese? The captain didn’t know anything about him – nothing that mattered anyway. He didn’t care about him, didn’t lay awake at night thinking about him, didn’t worry whenever he went into the field. This was just a game, a conquest to him.

And Reese would be damned if he was going to let Finch get hurt like that.


Finch was waiting when Captain Reese arrived back at the library. He sat quietly in one of the old wingback leather chairs from one of the library reading lounges, sipping a cup of tea and trying not to let on how close the two Reeses had come to giving him a coronary. The captain strode down the hall with all of Reese’s grace and quite a bit more swagger, a very self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“Were you watching?” Captain Reese asked.

Finch took another sip of his tea, trying to calm the last of his nerves. “I was,” he said finally. “I suppose you’re proud of yourself.” If his disapproval was supposed to shame Captain Reese, it didn’t work. His smirk broadened into a cheeky grin.

“Extremely,” Captain Reese said. “He’s a bit rusty in the kissing department, but he’s a very fast learner. I think you’d enjoy teaching him a thing or two.”

Finch cleared his throat, determined not to even entertain such a notion. “You’re here to collect on our bet, I presume?”

“Among other things,” Captain Reese said, pulling out his phone and glancing at the screen. “But first, I need to check in with my superiors. Excuse me for a moment.” He walked out and Finch breathed a sigh of relief, thankful for the respite, however brief it might be. He mulled over his answer to the captain’s question, trying to decide how he had felt, watching that stranger kiss Reese. Jealous, he decided. Envious. Kissing the captain had been a nice facsimile, but he wanted the real thing.

He glanced up as Reese stalked back up the hall toward him. His conversation with his superior must not have went well; his steps were tight and angry. He stopped in the doorway, silent, waiting. Finch took a deep breath.

“I want him,” Finch said simply. “He is the most courageous, selfless, handsome, broken man that I have ever known and every fiber of my being aches to help him, to heal him, but I know what he went through – some of it, anyway – at the hands of those men, and I wouldn’t blame him if he never wanted to be touched by another man for the rest of his life. By forcing him to do what he did, you only proved just how much he’s willing to put up with, but I don’t want to be ‘put up with’. I want him to want me, too, absurd as that sounds.”

“Why is that absurd?” Captain Reese asked, his voice soft.

Finch snorted. “Look at me, Captain. I’m an old man with a bum leg who changes his clothes with his back to the mirror. Even I don’t want to look at me.” Embarrassed by his candor, Finch glanced away. “And if you mention a word of this to him, I’ll send you back to your universe in pieces.”

A tense silence settled over the room, broken suddenly by footsteps in the hall. Captain Reese turned as Reese sauntered in, a smug smile on his- Oh, fuck no. Finch glanced back and forth between the two men, suddenly unable to tell them apart. His heart began to race, panic like a heavy weight on his chest. His gaze settled on the silvered scar above Captain Reese’s left eyebrow as the captain grinned at him.

“What did I miss?” he asked.

Reese grabbed him by the throat and slammed him back against the cinder block wall, teeth bared as he snarled, “You knew he’d think I was you!”

“It’s not my fault he can’t tell us apart,” Captain Reese said, his words strangled, but no less amused. Reese let go of him and stalked away; Finch watched him go with a sick, hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Captain Reese rubbed at his neck and glanced at Finch. “He’s wound a bit tight tonight.”

Finch just stared at him, shaking inside, and for the first time in his life, he wished he had a gun. He turned and walked away, down one of the little-used, secondary corridors, no idea where he was going, but he couldn’t stand to be in the same room with that man for another second.

“Hey, Finch, hang on,” Captain Reese called after him. Finch glanced around, suddenly realizing that this short hall only led to offices and storage rooms, not out of the building. He could hear the captain’s footsteps behind him and he ducked into one of the small rooms, slamming the wooden door behind him. The lock was a simple sliding bolt, but he threw it and leaned back against the door, knowing that the alternate Reese would have no trouble muscling his way in if he really wanted to.

Captain Reese knocked on the door. “Finch- Harold, c’mon, don’t be angry. I was just trying to help. He needed to know. He wants you, too, he’s just afraid. You need to take point on this one.”

Finch closed his eyes, groaning softly to himself. Like he knew anything about wooing a prospective mate. Nathan had pursued him, a fact he’d been oblivious to for months, and Grace…How such a beautiful, intelligent woman had fallen for him was still a mystery. A case of two lonely souls, perhaps. Finch just didn’t have the people skills to court Reese.

“Harold, I can fix this, but I don’t have a lot of time. I’m scheduled to return to my universe at ten A.M. tomorrow. You’ll probably never see me again.”

Thank God. Finch opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. Once the captain was gone, he and Reese could go back to the way things were. They were good at pretending that nothing had happened, like with Finch’s involuntary experimentation with Ecstasy. What had happened that night – and what had almost happened – was never mentioned. That was the way it should be, the way it needed to be.

“Harold,” Captain Reese rumbled, his voice low and sultry, “I’m getting laid tonight, one way or another, so if you won’t open this door, I’m going to have to pay John a visit, and I think we both know how that will turn out.”

Finch shuddered at the dark, smoldering sex in his voice, his heart beating faster as one sweaty hand clutched at the doorknob. He couldn’t. His body ached, longing to feel those big hands moving over his skin, but he just couldn’t. He wanted Reese, not some fast and loose imitation.

“All right, if that’s how you want it,” the captain said with a sigh. “Thank you for your help. This might be the break we’ve been needing and if I don’t see you again…don’t give up on John. He needs you.”

Finch listened to the retreating footsteps until they faded into silence. Even then, he didn’t trust that the man was really gone. He lingered in the small storage closet for several more minutes before venturing out, but he need not have worried. Captain Reese had left. With a sigh, he limped out and sat down at his computer, trying to remember what he’d been doing before his night had been interrupted. He stared at his blank screen, trying not to think about the events of the past ten minutes. They just needed to forget it. It was best for everyone.


Reese sat in his dark apartment, trying to forget the only way he knew how. He had an open bottle of whiskey in his hand, resting against his thigh, but with no more than a single mouthful missing. After he’d joined Finch’s suicidal crusade, he’d sworn to himself that he would not drink himself into a stupor as long as he had something worth living for. And this was not the end of things, no matter how much it might feel like it.

He lifted his head as someone rapped upon his loft door, the sound echoing within the spacious apartment. Finch? Of course it was Finch; no one else knew where he lived and he doubted they’d come to read the meter at a quarter after midnight. He stood up, then hesitated. Did he really want to see Finch? He closed his eyes, seeing the older man’s face as he unknowingly confessed he deepest feelings to the wrong Reese, the longing, the painful honesty, and Reese’s heart ached. How could anyone want him? He was just a damaged old soldier with too much blood on his hands.

The knock came again, more insistent this time, and he sighed. Crossing the room, he turned the locks and pulled the door open, stopping short as his mirror image grinned at him.

“Expecting someone else?” Captain Reese asked. Reese started to slam the door on him, but the captain put out his hand, bracing it open. “C’mon now, that’s no way to behave. I came to apologize.”

Reese hesitated, then let go of the door and walked away. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” he asked. “Do you think an apology is really going to fix anything?”

“Relax, there’s nothing that needs fixing,” Captain Reese said, entering the apartment and closing the door behind him. “I talked to Harold and he’s fine. He was just a bit flustered that he couldn’t tell us apart, but he’s glad he told you. It’s been eating away at him-”

“I don’t hear an apology in there,” Reese growled, grabbing the bottle off the table and taking a drink.

“I’m sorry you got upset,” Captain Reese said, walking over and pulling the bottle out of Reese’s hand. “Thanks – don’t mind if I do.” He took a drink and grimaced. “How can you drink this shit? Anyway,” he continued, setting the bottle back on the table, out of Reese’s reach, “I also came here to say good-bye. I’m crossing back over to my universe in the morning and I doubt if you’ll ever see me again.”

“Good,” Reese said, stepping toward the table to retrieve his bottle, only to have the captain slide between him and his target.

“C’mon, you don’t really mean that,” his counterpart purred, placing a hand against his chest, quick fingers tweaking a nipple before Reese could shove his hand away. “You’ll miss me when I’m gone.”

“Like I’d miss a hangover,” Reese said. Speaking of which…He tried to push past the other man to reach the bottle, but Captain Reese resisted, pressing his body against Reese’s, his hands grabbing Reese’s hips as Reese tried to pull away.

“Easy, John,” Captain Reese murmured. “I know all you can see in me are the differences between us, but we’re very much alike, too. I could never hurt you. All I want to do is help.”

Reese stiffened as the captain leaned toward him. “Stop this.”

“Tell me you don’t want him,” Captain Reese said. “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love him, and I will leave you alone. Tell me you wouldn’t give anything to be able to make love to him, and I’m gone.”

Reese could have lied to him. He was good at lying. But the fact that it would have been a lie made the words stick in his throat. “I…I can’t.”

“I know,” Captain Reese said, reaching up and trailing his fingertips along Reese’s jaw, fingernails rasping against the stubble. “And since I can’t undo what I started, let me help you become the man you want to be. Let me help you overcome what was done to you.” Reese tried to turn away, unable to meet his counterpart’s gaze, but the captain cupped his cheek in one large hand. “There’s no reason to be ashamed, John. Violence leaves scars upon us all. Some are just more obvious than others.”

Captain Reese leaned toward him again, and this time, Reese let him. Their lips met, the taste of whiskey on the captain’s tongue as he eased it into Reese’s mouth, and Reese kissed him back, hands pressing against Captain Reese’s shirt, fingers curling into fists and gripping the thin material. Captain Reese began to walk, taking slow steps as he drew Reese along with him, fingers plucking at the buttons on Reese’s shirt, one hand sliding inside to caress his muscular chest.

Suddenly, Captain Reese drew back, out of breath and flushed. “Do you have any lube?” he asked.

“No,” Reese said, his gut clenching as he noticed that the captain had led him to the bed.

“Good thing I stopped by the drug store, then,” Captain Reese said, reaching into his inside coat pocket and pulling out a small bottle. He dropped it on the end of the bed and shrugged out of his coat, letting it fall to the floor. He reached for Reese’s shirt again, but Reese tensed, suddenly uncertain.

“Are you gonna fuck me?”

“Only if you want me to,” Captain Reese replied. “I was hoping you’d fuck me. I’ll do either, but I prefer to bottom. I love a big, hard dick in my ass.”

Reese regarded him for a moment, trying to decide if he was being deliberately vulgar to shock him, but the captain seemed completely sincere. Reese knew that what he’d gone through was not the norm when it came to gay sex, but he still couldn’t help but wonder why anyone would want to be fucked in the ass. He’d gotten no pleasure out of it.

“All right,” Reese said, coming to a decision. He was sick of the cold fear churning in the pit of his stomach, sick of the memories that haunted him, sick of being the one who was keeping Finch and him apart. He just needed to fucking get it over with. Taking a bracing breath, he began stripping off his clothes, Captain Reese eyeing him appreciatively as his shirt hit the floor.

“That’s the spirit, John,” Captain Reese said, and then it was like a race to see who could get naked first. The captain won, Reese faltering as dark red briefs slid down Captain Reese’s muscular legs. Captain Reese straightened up, unabashed as his semi-erect cock swayed back and forth. Reese frowned as a glint of metal caught his eye.

“Is that a piercing?”

“Sure is,” the captain said, stroking his cock to full hardness. “Thanks for noticing. This one is called a Prince Albert.”

“Didn’t that hurt?” Reese asked, stooping slightly to get a better look at the stainless steel ring, not quite closed with round knobs on either end, the thick bar seeming to enter the urethra and emerge underneath, through the flesh.

“Not as much as you’d think,” Captain Reese said. “Actually, the frenums hurt more.”

“The what?”

Captain Reese lifted up his cock, showing Reese the underside, where four pairs of gleaming metal knobs sat in two lines down the shaft. “Those tend to bring the most compliments, but my favorite is the guiche.”

“Which one is that?” Reese asked, unable to see any more bits of metal sticking out through his skin.

“Oh, it’s a surprise,” Captain Reese said with a mischievous grin. “One you’ll have to look everywhere to find.”

Reese was pretty sure he didn’t need to know where it was. “Don’t they get in the way of sex?”

“Oh, hell no,” the captain purred. “These babies stimulate so many nerve endings, it’s like every day is Christmas.” His gaze dropped to Reese’s crotch and the dark briefs that covered him, but he didn’t press. He held out his hand. “C’mon, I want you to do something for me.”

“What?” Reese asked, allowing the other man to draw him down onto the bed. Captain Reese stroked himself, fingers playing over the knobs of the frenum piercings.

“Suck it.”

Reese cringed, unable to stop his gut from clenching at the thought of taking that cock into his mouth. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”

“In due time,” Captain Reese said, all the teasing, all the cavalier swagger gone from him. “You told me that you’d had to suck off those men. Now you’re going to suck on me and you’ll see that it doesn’t have to be like it was.”

Reese shook his head, feeling like he wanted to vomit, the taste, the smell, the feeling of choking on cock and come washing over him like it had happened yesterday. He couldn’t.

“Do it for Harold,” the captain said softly and the churning in Reese’s stomach quieted. He thought about the warm wetness of Captain Reese’s mouth, how it had felt, and he imagined Finch’s reaction, his flushed and sweaty skin, his trembling body, his gasps and moans. He could do this for him.

Reese swallowed hard and eased off the bed, kneeling in front of Captain Reese, his lips parting as he neared the head of his counterpart’s cock. Ignoring the piercing, he touched his tongue to the crown and gave the sensitive skin a tentative lick. When nothing terrible happened, he took a bracing breath and dove down, engulfing the whole head in his mouth. The taste and smell was very male, a mix of sweat and musk and sex, but it wasn’t the stink he remembered. He sucked, his tongue pressing against the metal ring, and Captain Reese moaned, his hips shifting.

“That’s it, John,” he said, reaching down and running his fingers back through the hair at Reese’s temple. “Just relax. This is your show. Take as much or as little, go as fast or as slow as you want. I’m at your mercy.”

Reese drew back, exploring the piercing with his tongue, sliding the circular bar through the hole and making the breath catch in his counterpart’s throat. He hooked the tip of his tongue through the ring and gave a gentle tug, alarmed when Captain Reese cried out, his whole body stiffening.

Reese glanced up. “Did that hurt?”

“A little,” he said. “Which is fine. I like it rough. I just wasn’t expecting it from you. Just try flicking your tongue over the ring. That’ll make me come in no time.” Reese wasn’t completely certain that was result he wanted, but he did as the captain said, flicking his tongue over the smooth metal, sometimes brushing against spit-slicked skin, sometimes tasting the thick drops of pre-come that welled up. Opening his mouth wider, he eased onto the stiff rod, teasing the back side of the piercing as he sealed his lips around the twitching organ and hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard.

“Oh, fuck, John – I’m coming!” Captain Reese shouted. Reese hesitated, then wrapped his hand around Captain Reese’s shaft, fingers brushing over the frenum piercings as he stroked him, finding a rhythm with the shudders that wracked the other man’s body. Reese drew back, a thread of come dangling from his lip and sticking to his chin as he swallowed, the taste familiar, and yet not nearly as repugnant as he remembered.

He wiped his chin with the back of his hand and glanced up at the captain. “I guess it wasn’t that bad.”

“That’s good,” Captain Reese panted. “But…um…” He shifted his gaze to just over Reese’s left shoulder, a sheepish look on his face. Reese suddenly felt like he was going to throw up. Rising to his feet, Reese turned to find Finch standing halfway between him and the door – the door that Captain Reese had not bothered to lock after coming in.

Reese swallowed hard. “Finch- Harold, I- I-” He could think of nothing to say, nothing to excuse what he had done. He rounded on Captain Reese, hands clenching into fists. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me he was there!”

“Why? So you could stop?”

Reese damn near threw himself at the smug, selfish bastard, ready to make sure no one ever had trouble telling them apart again.

“John, that’s enough,” Finch said, his soft voice stopping Reese in his tracks. Reese stood, glaring at the captain, his entire body shaking from the inside out. “John-”

“I know, I know – diplomatic nightmare.”

“No, that’s not it,” Finch said. “John, turn around and look at me.”

Reese found that the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. He still couldn’t meet Finch’s gaze, staring instead at the knot of his tie.

“Don’t be mad at Captain Reese,” Finch said. “I should have knocked, but…I was eavesdropping on your conversation with him, listening through your phone-”

“How much did you hear?”

“All of it. So I know why you were doing that. What I don’t understand is why you were doing it…for me. I’m just-”

“No, Harold, you’re not,” Reese said. “You’re not just anything. You mean everything to me, and I would do anything for you.” Finch looked away, as though he couldn’t believe it were true, but it was. In that moment, Reese realized that nothing was more important to him than Finch. He took a hesitant step forward, stopping when Finch turned back toward him. For a moment, neither of them moved, and then Finch shrugged out of his coat, letting it fall carelessly to the floor.

Reese closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, surprised when Finch caught him by the back of the neck and pulled him down into a deep and hungry kiss. Reese kissed him back, hands wandering over Finch’s chest and shoulders, trying to be gentle as he worked his suit jacket off. Finch groaned into his mouth, helping Reese rid him of jacket, tie, waistcoat, and shirt, his hands always finding their way back to Reese, touching his shoulders, his neck, his ears, combing through his hair, grazing his cheeks, his jaw. It was like Finch couldn’t get enough of him, and those greedy touches were making him hard, tenting the front of his briefs. He drew a sharp breath, shuddering as Finch pressed against him, a matching bulge in Finch’s trousers rubbing against his aching cock.

“You’re welcome,” Captain Reese said suddenly. They both ignored him. Reese hastily untucked Finch’s undershirt, working it up his body, his hands discovering soft flesh and a surprising amount of chest hair beneath. Finch maneuvered his arms back through the sleeves, and then they finally had to break the kiss to finish taking the shirt off over his head. Both of them were gasping as Reese tossed the shirt to the floor, Finch reaching up to adjust his glasses. He was flushed and trembling, but there was an intensity, a need in his eyes that Reese had never seen before.

Suddenly, he looked past Reese, a slight frown creasing his brow. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. Reese turned to see Captain Reese gathering up his clothes.

“I figured you guys wanted to be alone,” the captain said.

“Sit your meddlesome ass back down and keep quiet,” Finch said in a tone that brooked no argument, not even from the cheeky captain. He set his clothing down beside the bed and perched himself on the edge of the mattress, his cock at half-mast and slumped over against one thigh.

Reese turned back as Finch took him by the arm and pulled him close again, capturing his lips in a noisy, wet kiss, his hands roaming over Reese’s bare chest. Reese broke the kiss first, gasping as Finch turned his attention to the ridge of Reese’s collarbone, licking, nipping, and sucking at the flesh.

“What are you doing?” Reese whispered.

“Taking point,” Finch whispered back.

“I meant about him. Are you just going to make him watch?”

“For now.”

“And then?”

“Well…he is sort of handsome,” Finch murmured, looking up at him. “Would you be comfortable with that?”

“He did do us a favor,” Reese conceded, “even if it was only for his own selfish gains.”

Finch cast a sideways look at the bed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “He looks so forlorn sitting there all by himself.” Reese glanced back, unable to stop the devious grin that pulled at his lips as he turned back to Finch.

“My turn to take point,” Reese said, kissing Finch again before sinking to his knees. He heard twin intakes of breath, followed by a low groan from across the room.

“You guys are sadistic,” Captain Reese said.

Reese looked up at Finch, his stomach full of butterflies as he reached up and undid Finch’s belt, sliding it from the loops and setting it on the floor. He released the button on Finch’s trousers and slowly lowered the zipper, the tailored slacks sliding silently down Finch’s legs to pool around his ankles. Reese started to help Finch out of his shoes, but a soft hand against his cheek stopped him.

“You don’t have to do this,” Finch whispered.

“I want to,” Reese said, surprised by just how much he really meant it. He wanted to feel Finch in his mouth, to inhale his scent, to taste his come. He wanted to bring pleasure to this man, to the courageous, selfless man who had raised him from the gutter with the sole purpose of helping people. A man like that was a rare gem, a thing to be treasured, to be worshiped.

Reese resumed his task, helping Finch out of his shoes, socks, and pants, letting the older man hold on to his shoulders for balance and support. When he glanced up, he was confronted with a rather impressive tent in the front of Finch’s boxers. Feeling faintly out of breath, he reached up and hooked his fingers into the waistband, licking his lips as he slowly drew the boxers down.

Over on the bed, Captain Reese groaned again as Finch’s cock sprang into view, bobbing in front of Reese’s lips.

“I told you to be quiet,” Finch said to him. Reese tried to pay him no attention, but the knowledge that he had an audience was a surprising turn on. He made a show of licking his lips, opening his mouth, and taking Finch’s cockhead onto his tongue, knowing that his counterpart was watching. Turning his eyes upward, he met Finch’s intense gaze, and there was such warmth, such tenderness in his eyes, it made Reese ache deep down in his soul. This man was the antithesis of everything that had ever been done to him.

Wrapping his lips around Finch, he began to bob his head and suck, his tongue stroking against the underside of the head. He felt the shudder that ran through Finch, heard the stuttering intake of breath, watched the flush creep across his skin. Finch moaned low in his throat, raising his hands to touch Reese’s face, to comb through his hair, blunt nails scraping across his scalp and making the back of his neck prickle.

“Oh, John,” Finch moaned, but he put a firm hand on top of Reese head, stopping him. “Just stay still,” he murmured. “Relax your jaw a little but keep your lips tight against me.” Reese did as he was told, a secret thrill racing through him at being under Finch’s command. Finch slowly rocked forward, pushing into Reese’s mouth. Reese balked a little as Finch’s cockhead pressed against the back of his tongue, just tickling his gag reflex and making it hard to breathe, but before he could pull away, Finch withdrew.

“Is that all right?” Finch asked.

Reese gave his head a small nod, pushing his tongue against Finch’s shaft as Finch began to fuck his mouth, short, quick thrusts that didn’t make him want to choke.

“This cruel and unusual punishment,” Captain Reese moaned from across the room. “Haven’t you heard of the Geneva Convention?”

“You’re hardly a prisoner of war, Captain,” Finch said his voice strained as his fingers curled into fists in Reese’s hair. Reese braced himself for the flood of salty fluid in his mouth, but Finch suddenly let go and stepped back, gasping for breath as his cock twitched, the head shiny with spit.

Reese licked the excess saliva off his lips and looked up at him. “You’re not going to finish?”

“Not in your mouth,” Finch said, his words and insinuation making Reese shudder with anticipation. “Now finish getting undressed and go join the captain on the bed.”

Reese climbed to his feet, his knees aching from kneeling on the hard floor, and stripped off his briefs as he hurried over to the bed. He sank down on the edge beside Captain Reese, glancing over at his double and wondering what Finch had in mind. A quiet click drew his attention and he turned back to find Finch taking a picture of them with his cell phone. With a crooked smile, Finch set the phone down on the table and stepped out of his boxers, his cock bobbing as he limped toward them.

“All right, Captain Reese,” Finch said, stopping in front of him, “you have two options. One, you sit in that chair over there-” He pointed. “And quietly watch, or you can help me show John how to properly fuck a man.”

“I’ll help, I’ll help,” Captain Reese answered immediately. “Please, sir, let me help.”

Finch narrowed his eyes, probably wondering – as was Reese – if the captain was being facetious, but there was an earnestness in his eyes, an aching honesty on his face, that could not be faked. Reese remembered his thrill at taking orders from Finch; perhaps he and his doppelganger were cut from the same cloth after all.

“Please, sir,” Reese echoed, “let him help.”

Finch gave him a curious look, but didn’t object to having two Reeses at his beck and call. He turned back to the captain.

“Captain Reese – Didn’t I hear you say you preferred to be called Jack?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very well. Jack, I want you to get into the middle of the bed, on your hands and knees.”

Jack scrambled into the center of the mattress, his ass in the air as he spread his legs and lowered his shoulders, bracing himself on his forearms in a posture of submission. He glanced over at Reese, a dark hunger in his eyes.

“Now, where is that- Good Lord, another one?” Finch said, peering at Jack’s exposed rear. Reese got up and moved over beside Finch to see what he was looking at. There, at the base of Jack’s scrotum, just an inch or so in front of his anus, was a small steel ring with a polished stone bead on it, about the size of a pea and the color their eyes.

“Is that the quiche you were telling me about?”

“Guiche,” Jack said, laughing. “It’s guiche, and yes.” He shifted slightly on the bed, reaching back between his legs to run a finger over the piercing. “It’s incredibly sensitive.”

“Did I say you could do that?” Finch asked.

Jack quickly pulled his hand back. “No, sir. Sorry, sir.”

“John,” Finch said, “why don’t you show me just how sensitive the captain’s piercing is?”

“Yes, sir,” Reese said, climbing onto the bed between Jack’s legs. The captain made a soft, needy sound even before Reese touched him. Using the tips of his fingers, he stroked over the metal, warmed by Jack’s skin, though the stone bead was cool to the touch. Jack moaned, his cock jerking as it hung untouched beneath him. “Seems pretty sensitive, sir,” Reese said, giving it a gentle tug that made Jack quiver.

“Yes, it does,” Finch replied, stepping closer. “Now use your tongue.”

Reese glanced over at him, unable to stop the frown that pulled his eyebrows together at the thought of putting his mouth that close to someone’s asshole. He’d have thought Finch of all people wouldn’t ask that of him. Finch reached out, placing a light hand on his shoulder before turning to the captain.

“Did you shower this morning, Jack?”

“Yes, sir,” Jack replied. “I’m always thorough because I never know when I might have the chance to get laid, sir.”

“That’s good enough for me,” Finch said softly, and before Reese could suggest that he do it himself then, Finch did just that, leaning on Reese for support as he bent down and brushed his tongue across the skin behind Jack’s balls, flicking the metal ring back and forth. Jack made helpless noises, his hands fisting the blankets beneath him as his body shook. After a moment, Finch drew back. “He tastes like sweat, but not unpleasantly so.”

Reese looked back at the piercing, the skin around it damp with Finch’s spit. If Finch could do it…Reese leaned down, mouthing the soft skin before running his tongue over the metal ring, rolling the stone ball back and forth.

“Oh, fuck, John,” Jack moaned, pushing back against him. Reese lapped at the flesh that held the ring before suckling the loose skin. He let the piercing slip from his mouth and glanced over his shoulder as Finch climbed onto the bed, picking up the bottle of lubricant that the captain had thoughtfully provided, and Reese felt a shadow of fear creep across him as Finch opened the lid and drizzled thick, clear gel onto his fingers. He was relieved when Finch reached past him, smearing the lube across Jack’s entrance and making him gasp.

“Did I hear you say you liked it rough, Jack?” Finch asked, rubbing small circles against his opening.

“Yes, sir,” Jack panted, and then cried out, his hips bucking as Finch shoved two fingers inside him. Finch paused, giving him a moment to adjust, and then began finger-fucking him deep and hard. Reese watched, slightly disconcerted by this unexpected side of Finch. After a moment, Finch glanced over at him, giving him a small, reassuring smile before nodding toward Jack’s ass.

“Did I tell you to stop?”

“No, sir,” Reese said, regarding the quiet, brilliant man for another minute before leaning back down, his head tilted to the side so he didn’t get in the way of Finch’s thrusting fingers. Finch was not the kind of man to let power go to his head, he would not demand anything of Reese that he was unable or unwilling to give, and if Reese did refuse, he had a feeling there would be no punishment or even a strong reprimand. This power-play was just that – a game between willing participants.

Jack’s cries increased in volume and intensity as Reese began to lick and gently suck the skin surrounding his piercing, reaching a desperate pitch. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” he shouted, his balls drawing up, his scrotum scraping against the stubble on Reese’s chin as he came, spilling himself onto the bed. Reese drew back, his cock aching. Jack had come without anyone even touching his cock. In fact, he continued to shudder and jerk, panting and moaning with Finch’s two fingers buried inside him.

“Stop,” Jack gasped suddenly. “Please, sir, stop – it’s too much.”

Finch immediately withdrew and Jack collapsed onto the bed, his whole body trembling. After a moment, he raised his head and glanced back at Reese, a lazy, sated smile on his face.

“Your turn,” Jack said.

“No,” Finch said, “it’s not. John, I would like you to fuck the captain now.”

Reese licked suddenly dry lips. “I- I…Maybe you should.”

“I’m saving myself for you,” Finch murmured, reaching down and smearing the excess lube from his fingers onto Reese’s cock, his touch making Reese groan. “Come on, John, you can do this. I’ll guide you through it. Please…”

Reese glanced at Jack, who nodded to him and reached back, working one, two, and three fingers into his own ass, then Reese turned to Finch. “What do I do, sir?”

Finch smiled. “Jack, lie on your side – no, face the other way. John, get behind him, right up against him.”

Spooning the captain, Reese was surprised to feel Finch lie down behind him, one hand resting on his hip. Once they were in position, Finch picked up the bottle of lube again, squirted some on his fingers, and reached down between Jack and Reese, slathering Reese’s cock with the cool, slippery substance.

“All right, John,” Finch said, grasping his cock and rubbing the tip against the crack of Jack’s ass, “nice and slow, just press forward.” With Finch’s hand guiding him, Reese eased into Jack, his breath catching as Jack’s ass grabbed him, practically pulling him in, the hot flesh wrapping snugly around his cock.

“Oh, yes,” Jack breathed, rocking his hips to force Reese deeper. “I always wondered what it would feel like to fuck myself.”

“One of the great mysteries of the universe solved,” Finch said dryly, making them all laugh. Reese found himself relaxing, the tension easing from his shoulders. He didn’t seem to be hurting Jack, which was his main concern. “All right, John, now you can start to move. Nice and easy.”

Reese began to move his hips, pulling out of Jack only to feel Finch’s hard cock press against his ass. He froze. “Harold?”

“It’s all right, John,” Finch whispered, kissing the back of his neck, his shoulders, as slippery fingers probed Reese’s opening. Reese fought the urge to clench up, to keep him out. That would only make it hurt more. “Don’t worry about what I’m doing,” Finch said. “Jack needs your full attention. Fuck him.”

Reese hesitated, and hated himself for his weakness, but all he could think about was the pain he’d endured. It was a different sort of pain, different from being beaten, different from being shot. It was worse, somehow, because it wasn’t borne of an act of violence. The men he’d been with before had been despicable human beings, loathsome, selfish men, but they hadn’t been trying to hurt him. It just had. This was an act of love; it wasn’t supposed to hurt.

He gasped as Finch slid a single finger into him, and although he tried not to, he couldn’t help but tense, his muscles clenching, and he bit his lip, waiting for that gut-wrenching, nauseating pain. Finch stopped, also waiting, his lips trailing butterfly-light kisses back and forth across Reese’s shoulder. When the pain didn’t come, Reese slowly relaxed.

“That’s right,” Finch murmured. “It takes some getting used to, but you’re doing fine.”

Reese shuddered as Finch began to move his finger again, slowly pressing deeper, then pulling back out. He’d never imagined being finger fucked could be sensual – or pleasant – but it was. He sighed, his eyes closing as he began to rock his hips again, plunging into Jack and making his counterpart moan and push back against him. He faltered for only a moment as Finch added a second finger, the stretching little more than uncomfortable, and only for a moment. Finch eased closer, hooking his damaged leg over Reese’s hip, sliding his free arm beneath Reese’s body, his hand caressing Reese’s chest, tweaking his nipples, and reaching across to touch Jack’s back.

“Harder, John, please,” Jack moaned, reaching back to grab at Reese’s hips. Reese shifted his legs, his toes digging into the blanket for leverage.

“Hold on, John,” Finch said, scissoring his fingers inside of Reese one more time before pulling out. Reese waited, trembling with the strain of resisting the urge to thrust into Jack’s hot body. He could feel Finch moving behind him, the brush of Finch’s hand against his ass as he did something, and then he felt the hot, slick, thick tip of Finch’s cock press between his cheeks. He took a bracing breath, determined not to tense or pull away. Even if it did hurt, he could bear it.

“Just breathe,” Finch whispered, his lips moving against the back of Reese’s neck as he rubbed his cockhead against Reese’s opening. “You can do this.”

“Trust him, John,” Jack said. “It’s not easy, but if you can just…surrender, it’s the most amazing feeling, to be so intimately connected.”

“I’m ready,” Reese said, though he felt anything but. “Go ahead, Finch.” Finch eased into him, and he couldn’t stop himself from clenching, his muscles aching, burning, but the discomfort faded quickly as his body relaxed again.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Finch murmured, moving slowly, his short thrusts growing steadily deeper, until he wrapped both arms around Reese and pulled himself up tight against his back, buried balls-deep inside of him. Reese could hardly breathe, but not from pain. Jack was right – it felt amazing. “Oh, God, John,” Finch whispered, and Reese could feel him shaking.

After a moment, Finch pulled back about halfway. “All right, now you can fuck him.”

“About fucking time!” Jack said, making them laugh again. Reese started slow, not sure how this was going to work, but it was as smooth as a well-oiled machine. He pulled out of jack, impaling himself on Finch’s cock, and Finch rocked his hips to meet him, then Reese thrust into Jack, pulling away from Finch.

The dual stimulation was almost too much and it wasn’t long before Reese found himself panting, the pleasure gathering deep inside him. Then Finch did something, shifting the angle of penetration and hitting a place inside of him that had him seeing stars.

“Oh! Oh, fuck!” he cried, the orgasm shuddering through him, his hips jerking erratically as he filled Jack with his seed. Finch’s grip on his tightened, and the older man thrust into him, several deep, hard strokes all it took to send him over the edge, as well. They collapsed, both gasping for breath, the smell of sweat and sex thick in the air.

“That was amazing,” Finch whispered.

“Yeah,” was all Reese could say. It was nothing like anything he’d ever felt before.

“Glad you two enjoyed yourselves,” Jack said, sounding a little annoyed. “Wish I could have come with you.”

“You already came twice,” Finch pointed out. “Don’t be greedy.”

“But I got another load left in me,” Jack said. “Who wants it?”

“No thanks,” Finch said. “I’m too old for this.”

Reese groaned as Finch pulled out of him, and then he withdrew from Jack, feeling relaxed and content. “I suppose…I suppose you can fuck me,” he said. “Just give me a minute to catch my breath.”

“Are you sure?” Finch asked, giving Jack a frown. “He seems a bit…careless.”

“I won’t hurt him, sir,” Jack said with a cheeky grin and wink, “although, once he takes a ride on my cock, no other man will ever be able to satisfy him.”

“You want to bet?” Finch asked, arching an eyebrow.

Jack laughed. “No, sir. I’ve learned my lesson. I’m no longer a betting man.”

“Good,” Finch said. “I’m glad you got something worthwhile out of this experience.”

It was strange to listen to them banter, the playfulness that Finch never had with him. Why was that? Reese teased Finch all the time, but Finch never returned the jabs, rarely quipped back at him, and when he did, it seemed…exasperated. Did Finch like Jack better?

“Are you ready, stud?” Jack asked, turning his attention back to Reese.

Reese nodded. “Um…how do you want me?”

“Knees and elbows,” Jack said, stroking his cock, his fingers playing over the piercings. “Legs spread, ass down.”

Reese glanced at Finch, who nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. Reese turned over, getting into position. His stomach fluttered; this was more like how he’d been taken before – hands and knees, someone he couldn’t even see plowing his ass, grabbing his hair, grunting in his ear-

Callused hands slid over his hips, tracing his scars and kneading his flesh. He felt the cold metal of Jack’s Prince Albert rub against his opening, and then Jack was easing inside of him, a smooth, easy stroke that took his breath away. He must have still been relaxed from Finch, lubed with his semen, because Jack slipped inside without any trouble.

“Oh, yes…” Jack breathed, arms encircling Reese’s body, his chest flat against Reese’s back, his breath hot on Reese’s shoulder. “Are you comfortable?”

“Fine,” Reese said. His counterpart wasn’t heavy, or anything, it was just…awkward. Reese glanced over at Finch, surprised to find him watching with an expression of undisguised lust.

“Harold,” Jack said, “are the neighbors going to complain if John makes too much noise?”

“What neighbors?” Finch said with a crooked smirk. “I bought the entire building. I know John likes his privacy.”

“Good,” Jack replied, and before Reese could ask why Jack thought he’d be making noise, Jack began to move inside him, meting out a slow and steady rhythm that had Reese moaning and quivering as the twin rows of frenum piercings rubbed back and forth over his prostate. “Hey, Harold – you want to hear him sing?” Jack asked, a devious lilt in his voice, and he shifted his hips downward, his thrusts growing short – more of a grinding motion, and Reese couldn’t stop his voice from changing pitch, a helpless, quavering moan escaping him. He’d never felt anything so good.

“How about a duet?” Finch said, leaning over their legs and doing something to Jack that him gasping and moaning as well.

“Yes…yes…yes…Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!” Jack pounded into Reese, short, forceful thrusts that had his whole body shaking, balanced on a knife’s edge, the pleasure rolling, echoing through him, but not enough, not quite enough. Then Finch reached between his legs and gave his cock several firm strokes and he cried out, his body clenching around Jack’s cock as he came, striping the bedding beneath him.

Jack cried out and buried himself inside Reese, hips jerking and twitching as he spilled himself. With a satisfied sigh, he pulled out and flopped down on the bed beside Reese, unable to make even a smart remark. Reese turned over and stretched out on the bed, careful not to lie in the mess he’d made. Finch regarded them for a moment, smiling a little smugly, in Reese’s opinion, then he stood up and limped into the bathroom. Reese heard water running, then Finch returned, carrying two damp cloths.

Finch cleaned them all up, then turned out the lights and climbed back in bed with them, awkwardly climbing over Reese to lie between the two men, his head resting on Reese’s shoulder, his damaged leg crooked over Reese’s. After a moment, Jack rolled over and spooned Finch.

“Goodnight, John,” Finch said softly, his fingers light tracing random patterns on Reese’s chest. “Goodnight, Jack.”

Goodnight, Harold,” Reese and his counterpart said in unison. There was a brief silence, then all three of them started to laugh. They were still chuckling as they drifted off to sleep.


Finch woke up still nestled beside Reese, the ache in his hip and neck a testament to the physical strain he’d put himself through…and proof that it hadn’t been a dream. The room was dimly lit by the glow of the sun behind the blinds, and the narrow shafts of light that found their way in around them. It was cool and quiet, and Finch closed his eyes again, pressing closer to Reese to take advantage of his body heat.

Reese jumped awake, his whole body stiffening and his heart rate doubling, pounding beneath Finch’s hand. Finch kept his eyes closed, offering up a silent prayer to whoever might be listening, but apparently prayer requests were going straight to voicemail at the moment.

“Finch?” Reese said, trying to slide out of under him.

Finch groaned, hoping his disappointment would be mistaken for pain as he stiffly sat up. “Yes?”

“Finch, I- I…I don’t- I’m s-”

“Just stop right there,” Finch said. It was too early in the morning to deal with this. “If you say that you’re sorry, or in any way indicate that we made a mistake, you’re fired. I have wanted you for too long, and I never thought you might feel the same way about me, and now that I know that you do, I’m not wasting another moment wondering if we did the right thing, because there are very few ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ choices. There are only the decisions we make, and how we choose to deal with them, and I am not letting you get away from me.”

For a moment, Reese looked as startled by Finch’s outburst as Finch himself felt, but then Reese glanced around the loft, so maybe his surprised didn’t have anything to do with Finch after all.

“Where’s Jack?” Reese asked. Finch looked around, too, squinting without his glasses. All of Captain Reese’s clothes were gone, as was he, apparently. “What’s that on the table?”

Finch was having a difficult time making out the table, let alone what was on it, and he reached over to the edge of the sturdy wooden bed frame for his glasses. He slipped them on as Reese rose and walked over to the dining room table, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was stark naked. Finch couldn’t stop himself from staring at the toned, muscular ass, an ass he’d been buried in just a handful of hours ago. Not surprisingly, his morning wood suddenly didn’t care what time of day it was. Self-conscious, he pulled the comforter into his lap as Reese turned and walked back over to the bed, carrying a piece of paper.

“Jack left us a note,” he said, then began reading. “Dear Harold and John, thank you for an unforgettable night. I hope the two of you will think of me when you’re fucking each other senseless, and if you ever find yourselves on my side, you’re welcome to stay at my place. Signed, Jack.” He stared down at the paper for a moment. “I think I’m going to miss him.”

Finch felt an unexpected sting from Reese’s words. Yes, they owed Captain Reese their gratitude for his selfish and fumbling match-making, but they hardly knew the man. There was only one reason Reese would have to miss him.

“I’m not getting my genitals pierced,” Finch said, “and while I don’t posses his youth, strength, stamina, or physicality, there is something to be said for age and experience, and besides, I love you. He didn’t. He hardly knew you. He’d have stuck his dick in anything that held still long enough.”

Reese glanced over at him and frowned. “I thought you liked him.”

“Why would you think that?” Finch asked.

“The way you were joking and flirting with him. When I tease you, you just look…disapproving…annoyed.”

“That’s because I didn’t know why you were doing it. I never imagined that someone like you could ever have feelings for an old, crippled geek like me. And I was annoyed, because I wanted your flirting to be real, but I knew better than to let myself believe it was.” They were silent for a moment, then Reese let the note from Captain Reese slip from his hands and flutter to the floor.

“I’m not going to miss him, either,” Reese said, and to Finch’s surprise and delight, Reese turned and kissed him. Finch kissed back, lips parting, his tongue easing into Reese’s mouth, making the younger man groan. Ignoring the ache in his neck and back, Finch leaned back, stretching out on the bed and pulling Reese down on top of him. Reese pressed himself closer, his hand sliding down between them to push the comforter out of the way, and Finch gasped as their hot, hard cocks rubbed together.

The heat and friction was pleasurable, but it was the knowledge that it was Reese, his Reese, touching and kissing and rutting against him, that really made him ache, that made his cock weep and his body tremble.

“Oh, John,” he moaned, clutching at him, his hips lifting off the bed, grinding himself against Reese. Suddenly, Reese pulled back.

“Make love to me, Harold,” he said. “Last night was so…overwhelming. I just want you, only you, inside me, right now.”

Finch swallowed hard. “Is there any lubricant left?” They found the small bottle between the folds of the comforter and Reese leaned back into the pillows, his knees bent and legs spread as Finch prepared him. He didn’t seem nearly as nervous, although Finch took just as much care to stretch him gently, watching Reese’s face for signs of discomfort as he pushed two, and then three fingers into him. Reese was breathing hard, his skin flushed, his eyes darkened with lust – Finch had never seen anything so beautiful.

He crooked his fingers, feeling around until he found Reese’s prostate, and Reese made the most delicious keening noise as Finch fingered the sensitive bump, working it until Reese’s hips were rocking, his cock dripping with need.

“Harold, please…” Reese begged, and Finch quickly withdrew his fingers, slicking his cock with the rest of the lubricant before pressing the head against Reese’s opening. Reese groaned, low and long, as Finch slid into him, the snug flesh gripping him tight, but it didn’t seem to be causing him any pain. Finch stopped, just to be sure.

“Are you okay?” Finch asked.

“Better than okay,” Reese panted, his muscles clenching and relaxing, giving Finch the sensation of being pulled deeper into the hot body. “You feel so good inside me.” Leaning over Reese, Finch braced his forearms on either side of him, placing slow, light kisses across his chest as he rocked his hips, long, languid strokes that pressed deep into Reese, making him arch and moan, one hand buried in Finch’s hair, the other roving up and down his back.

Several times, Finch felt himself approaching that precipice of pleasure, and he forced himself to slow down, to minimize the stimulation until the feeling ebbed, determined to show Reese just how good lovemaking could be. Beneath him, Reese panted and writhed, several times trying to grind his hard cock against Finch’s body, but each time, Finch would rise up, denying him the friction he needed.

“Harold,” he gasped, “Harold, please – I need to come.”

“All right,” Finch murmured, “all right, just relax. Let me show you something amazing.” Finch kissed the hollow at Reese’s throat, then pushed himself up, his hands gliding over Reese’s sweaty and trembling stomach, down to his groin, and then to the insides of his thighs, stroking the sensitive flesh and making him moan. Reese reached down toward his own cock, but Finch caught his hand and pushed it away. “Don’t touch,” he said.

Reese groaned. “But, sir…”

“I said no,” Finch said with a crooked grin. Reese groaned again and raised his arms over his head, grabbing handfuls of the pillows instead. Briefly, Finch palmed Reese’s balls, then went back to caressing his stomach and thighs. His hip protested vehemently as he shifted closer, changing the angle so that his cock rubbed across Reese’s prostate with every thrust, but it was worth it to hear Reese gasp and moan.

“Oh…oh…oh, fuck, Harold.” His back arched, his muscles tightening around Finch, his whole body trembling as he waited, taut as a drawn bow, for Finch to release him. Gritting his teeth against the flash of pain in his battered body, Finch thrust forward, hammering hard and fast into Reese’s quivering body, gratified by Reese’s helpless and uninhibited cry as he came, spilling himself across his chest and stomach without a hand touching his cock.

Reese was still gasping and shaking when Finch was forced to pull out, the sharp, burning pain in his hip too much to ignore, and too disrupting to let him finish. He lowered himself onto his back, drawing a hissing breath through his teeth as he stretched his leg out.

“Good God, Finch, that was amazing,” Reese panted.

“I’m glad,” Finch replied, trying to keep the pain out of voice and failing.

“Are you all right?” Reese asked, sitting up. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“I’m fine, I just pushed myself a little too hard. I haven’t exactly been religious about making my physical therapy appointments lately.”

“Well, that’s going to change,” Reese said, frowning. “I’m not going to let you hurt yourself on my account. You don’t need to prove anything, you know. Did you even finish?” he asked, eyeing Finch’s still stiff cock.

“No,” Finch said, “but that’s fine-”

“No, it’s not,” Reese said. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. Now, lie on your side, bad hip up.”

“Really, Mr. Reese, I don’t-”

“Now, Mr. Finch,” Reese said, and Finch sighed in resignation, rolling over to face away from Reese. Large, strong hands began to massage his hip, down the outside of his thigh and up the back, to Finch’s ass. He gripped and kneaded one cheek, then returned to the hip, relaxing the scarred muscles and easing the pain.

“Thank you, that’s much better,” Finch said, starting to sit up.

“I’m not finished yet,” Reese said, his voice teasing, “and neither are you.” One hand slid down through the tight curls at the base of Finch’s cock and wrapped around the shaft, giving it a long, slow stroke that had Finch groaning. “I noticed you didn’t let either of us fuck you last night,” Reese said. “Is that something you’re opposed to?”

“On the contrary,” Finch said. “I enjoy being on the bottom. I just wanted to save that for us.”

“Oh, good, then you won’t mind if I do this,” Reese said. His fingers slick with lube, he traded hands and eased his slippery fingers between Finch’s cheeks, rubbing across his opening. Finch moaned and pushed back against him. He could feel Reese hesitate before pushing a long, thick finger into him, his other hand stroking his cock in sync with the probing finger.

“Oh, my, you wonderful, ambidextrous man!” Finch gasped, his hips jerking as he came. Reese stroked him through the climax, then eased down behind him, arms wrapping around his body and pulling him back against Reese’s chest. As the shaking and shuddering faded, Finch realized that Reese felt sticky pressed against him.

“Are you still covered in semen?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t say covered,” Reese said, nuzzling playfully at the side of Finch’s neck.

“And now you’ve gotten it all over me,” Finch said.

“I wouldn’t say it’s all over you,” Reese said, chuckling, his breath raising goose bumps behind Finch’s ear. Reese reached down onto the bed in front of Finch and wiped up the strings of come that striped the comforter.

“What are you-” He stiffened as Reese smeared the cold, thick fluid across Finch’s chest and down his stomach, fingers combing through the hair on Finch’s torso.

Now it’s all over you,” Reese said, sounding very pleased with himself. Finch just sighed. Laughing, Reese propped himself up on one elbow and rolled Finch onto his back, bowing his head to give Finch a deep and passionate kiss. Drawing back, he smiled down at Finch, his blue eyes sparkling. “I love you, Harold.”

Finch smiled back. “I love you, too.”

Reese grin widened and the sparkle turned to a glint of mischief. “Now that you’re all messy, let’s go shower, shall we?”

  1. Plink42 permalink

    *swoon* I didn’t think one story could take so much hotness. And two Reeses?! The possibilities make my brain melt. Excuse me while I babble in another room…

    Loved it! 😀

  2. OMFC, your explanation to the plot was the best one I’ve ever read. I laughed so hard. XD I love how you have the AU-ness. 🙂 And The Raven. 😉 Mwahaha: “and Reese didn’t seem to appreciate the irony.” Getting a taste of his own medicine. 😉 Lmao, of course Reese would flirt with Reese. That’s amazing. XDD lol, “severly fuckable.” XD Haha, pictures. Good one, Finch. 😉 Awww, I love protective Real Reese. ^.^ Oh, Finch. You poor, broken little thing. 😦 How cute you are. Squee, I love how Finch messed up and told the wrong Reese. ^.^~ lol, Finch grew some balls to stand up to the other Reese. Awesome. ^.^ Love how Finch was watching Reese give his other self a BJ. XD I just loved this fic. And now I’m gonna miss Jack. 😦 Thanks for sharing, dear! 😀

  3. 0h. My. G0d… *dr00ls* this was amazing! XD I must say, I l0ve y0ur w0rk! *heart* I never get tired 0f reading y0ur st0ries, they fill me with happiness and giddiness. X) Keep up with the g00d w0rk! B)

  4. rainiejanie permalink

    You had me at two Reeses! What I would give to be the meat in that sandwich!

    There were times I wanted to punch alt!Reese for being so full of himself.

    Man this was hot. And just when I thought the story was over, there was more! Loved it!

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  6. thepurplejunkie permalink

    Wow. Just.. wow. “Wow” doesn’t give this glorious fic justice but it’s all I could say through-out reading this. You’ve made my night. Definitely going to be reading this more than twice. 🙂

  7. Anonymous permalink

    WOW! Two Reeses and one Finch equals MAJOR hotness/sexiness/mind-blowing action. This one is definitely a keeper!! Thank you so very, very much. Feel free to crossover here again and again ….

  8. Wow. Hot, steamy, smutty smexxxiness. Wow.

    Fave line: “He wanted to bring pleasure to this man, to the courageous, selfless man who had raised him from the gutter with the sole purpose of helping people. A man like that was a rare gem, a thing to be treasured, to be worshiped.” Amen!

    Also loved the beginning where you differentiated them by “FINCH’s Reese”!

    I know I found a few typos, but right now my mind is mush. Thank you for a delightful AU timeline! Oh, yeah — loved the title from the “Star Trek” original series, too!! 😉

    • Okay, now that I’ve had a day off from work to let my mind regenerate, I can think more clearly…

      “the just the possibility”
      “He turned showing” > “He turned, showing” or “He turned to show”
      “, a warm, broad smile without guile or reservation,” > I would recommend a pair of em dashes here.
      “What your suggesting is-”
      “causing havoc and mayhem, but somehow” > I would delete this comma.
      “fascinating and mysterious and I want” > I would add a comma before the second “and”.
      “he could understand the reasoning behind it.” > I suggest “them” instead of “it” since the antecedent is “questions” (plural).
      “check placed quietly” > “the check”
      “not open for discussion, I” > semicolon, dash, or period
      “tasting the wine and tomato sauce from his dinner” – Logic question: What did Captain Reese have to drink at the bar?
      “he wondered if Finch was watching” > “were”
      “didn’t lay awake at night thinking about him” > “lie”
      “His conversation … must not have went well” > “have gone”
      “slammed him back against the cinder block wall” – BTW: Aren’t they in the library?
      “his words strangled, but no less amused.” > No comma.
      “as he unknowingly confessed he deepest feelings”
      “the taste familiar, and yet not nearly as repugnant” > I would remove this comma.
      “as though he couldn’t believe it were true” > “was” in this case, because it IS true! *fangirlsigh*
      “Captain Reese gathering up his clothes” > Logic question: His clothes or the ones he had borrowed from Reese at this point? I wondered at my first read if he’d made off with Reese’s lavender shirt…
      “Finch began to fuck his mouth, short, quick thrusts” > I would suggest “in short…”
      “This cruel and unusual punishment,” > “is”
      “about the size of a pea and the color their eyes” > “of”
      “He pulled out of jack”
      “Finch’s grip on his tightened” > His what? or “him”?
      “, as well.” > No comma.
      “his fingers light tracing random patterns” – Is this deliberate?
      “sun behind the blinds, and the narrow shafts of light” > No comma.
      “offering up a silent prayer to whoever might” > “whomever”
      “as he rocked his hips, long, languid strokes” > I would change to “his hips in long…” to avoid two commas in a row.
      “trying to keep the pain out of voice and failing” > “his”

      I’m sorry to throw so many at you, but this was a much longer (i.e. more satisfying) story than usual! Wow. Hot as Hades!!!

  9. Here via crack_van. Stealth Fringe crossover FTW! I love the use of doppelgangers here, one of my favorite tropes. And the sex is smokin’. Love it.

  10. Zephyrfox permalink

    I really enjoyed reading this! It was a fantastic story!

    I find myself wondering about Captain Reese and his search for Raven, though. What if Raven isn’t evil? What if he is doing what Finch has done, and trying to protect people? Protect them from being hurt the way his uncle hurt him? And since he wasn’t injured he hasn’t really needed a partner? What if “they” have been lying to Captain Reese in order to get Raven and Raven’s machine?

    • Anonymous permalink

      SAME! I really want to read a fic about Captain Reese and Raven.

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