Samurai Inc

Samurai Inc. 30 By David DAG1064@aol.com

Author's Notes: The guest stars this episode is Dylan and Cole Sprouse. Their appearance in this story does not imply that they are gay. This episode features Neil and Shiro teaming up together. [] indicates thought speak, dialogue between * indicate Japanese being spoken.

M/t, t/t, oral, anal, incest, and celebrity

Samurai Inc. 29 "The Suite Life"

Dylan Sprouse relaxed once he entered the dressing room and looked around. He turned back to his brother and nodded.

"It's clear," he said. "No sign of creepy."

Cole sighed and followed his twin inside the room. "Thank God. I don't know how much longer I could stand this. I knew there was a downside to the acting business having crazies following us like that, but I didn't think it could actually be that bad."

The phone rang and both of them turned to it. They stood there and listened to it ring three more times before the answering machine picked up.

"I know you guys are in there," the soft voice came out of the machine. "I wish I was in there with you both, watching the both of you strip down to those sexy boxers you guys wear. Then I'd show you some neat fun to be had."

Then the phone hung up and Dylan turned to Cole. "That's it, I can't take this anymore!"

Cole reached up and gently squeezed his brother's shoulders. "Easy there, bro. We call the cops and they'll do what they can to help us."

They did and the Boston cops showed up and investigated everything, including separating the twins so they could interview them separately. One of the detectives was an old guy named Shorty due to his height. The fifty something man still looked like a little boy, but people that knew him knew the former Navy Seal didn't take any shit from anybody and was just as deadly now as he was back in his Seal days. Even the local criminals respected him.

Shorty listened to Cole for a few minutes, knowing full well there was little he could do. He smiled as a thought occurred to him. His boss recognized the smile and knew Shorty was on the jazz again.

"What are you thinking?" he asked Shorty.

"I got friends who have friends that started a company specializing in the protection of young celebrities," Shorty said. "The dude who runs the outfit was Navy Seal and is now retired like me."

The captain nodded. "Call them. Normally I don't like outsiders coming into our business, but this is something we need help on."

Shorty dug into his coat pocket and pulled out his cell. He dialed a number from memory and waited as the phone on the other end rang.

Tom Jeffers rolled over in his bed at Camp Green Pines in Big Bear California, the phone waking him up. He grabbed the receiver, hoping it hadn't woken up his young lover, Peter.

"This better be good," he snarled into the phone.

"Usually is Tommy boy," the voice on the other end got Tom's mental rolodex going. Then the right picture to the right voice came up and Tom smiled.

"How's the weather down there?" he cracked.

"Ha ha fucking ha ha," Shorty snapped back. "I hope your balls are getting frozen off back there."

"No such luck, my man. Nice and warm right now," Tom laughed. "Been a while, Shorty. How you doing?"

"Not too bad, Tom. Listen, I need a favor to ask you. You know that mutual friend of ours, the one who's in the minding business?" Shorty asked.

"Dave? Dave Logan?" Tom asked.

Shorty grinned. "Yes, that's the name. Couldn't remember it. Anyway, I need to get a hold of him. You got his number?"

Tom sat up and reached for his shorts and pulled them on. He looked once more at his sleeping lover and reluctantly left the bed. He sat down at the small desk and opened his address book.

"Got a pen?" he asked.

The answer was fast. "Ready to copy."

Tom read it out loud to Shorty. "Good luck with the problem."

"Keep yourself safe, bro. See you at the big picnic next month," Shorty said and hung up.

Tom hung up the phone and sighed. He rose and pulled his shorts off and got back into bed with Peter. Peter rolled over and snuggled up to Tom and went back to sleep.

Logan's Mountain

Logan

The company line rang just as I was walking out the door of the office. I sighed and picked up the phone.

"Dave Logan?" the voice asked.

I smiled, knowing who it was instantly. "Is this the little kid who held a group of Spetsnaz at bay with a pair of nines?"

A chuckle came back at me. "You know, I'd forgotten all about that one. They sure as hell didn't expect a little kid in a Russian schoolboy uniform to whip out a pair of guns and take them down. What was even better was when they found out who I really was."

I smiled. "Been some time, Shorty. How you doing?"

"I be okay, just slowing up a little. The cop business isn't so bad. At least it gives me a chance to play at times," Shorty said.

I smiled, recalling some of our own fun with various tangos. "Yeah, those were the days. I miss them."

"You and me both, Davy. Listen, I'm calling on business. This is what it is," Shorty said and then briefed me on the situation. I turned to the smaller TV and turned it on to the Disney channel. A moment later the trailers for "The Suite Life of Zack and Cody" came on. I stared at the Sprouse twins. Oh my, they had really grown up a bit. Both of them were knockouts, and looked so good to eat.

"I'm looking at the trailers for their new show on the Disney channel. These guys grew up a bit," I said.

"That they have, Davy. So can you guys help?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes. I'll be sending son number one and son number three out to assist."

"You got a family?" Shorty asked.

"Yes. Six boys that I've adopted and taken in. All of them are great kids," I said.

"You lucky bastard. I don't see Shelly as much anymore, and especially Steven my grandson," Shorty sighed. "Much bad blood there."

I felt for him. Being a Navy Seal had taken him away from home more than he liked and that had been the cause of much friction between him and his former wife. Shelly was his daughter and sadly enough she had taken on her late mother's attitude about Shorty's life. Shorty tried to stay in touch as much as he could especially now that his grandson was growing up without a father.

"I sincerely hope that the both of you can patch things up," I said.

I could hear him sigh. "I've been trying."

"Got a fax number where I can send you pics of Shiro and Neil?" I asked him. "I want to get them out your way ASAP."

Shorty rattled it off and I wrote it down. "I'll call you with details as soon as I know them. Hang in there."

"Talk to you later," Shorty said and hung up.

I turned and headed out into the house looking for Shiro and Neil.

Shiro's Journal

I leveled the Cessna off at 5000 and checked the instrument panel once more. Everything looked golden. Neil handed me the clipboard and I looked at it. He'd checked everything off that was supposed to be checked off and I nodded.

"Green light on everything then," I said.

Neil nodded. "Just like it's supposed to be."

He picked up the folder of material I'd pulled off the net about the Sprouse twins. They certainly had turned into good looking young men. I couldn't wait to meet them in person. I had seen them in the Adam Sandler movie and thought they were the much better talent in the film than the adult actors. Now they had grown up and were about to start their own TV show. I'm gonna have to make sure I watch it. Neil began reading as I flew the plane to Boston. Dad told me of a small airport on the edge of Boston where I could land the plane at. Shorty would meet us there and brief us on the tango. I was very much looking forward to meeting the Twins.

I adjusted the headset I was wearing as the radio came to life. I looked down out of the window and saw the airport ahead.

"Samurai Inc to Green Valley air control," I called.

"Go Samurai Inc," the voice came back.

"Requesting landing instructions please," I said.

"Use main runway, winds at three knots southwest," the voice came back. "Your escort is on site."

"Roger that," I said as we headed downstairs.

The landing was a nice smooth one. Neil nodded as we came to a stop.

"Very nice, bro. The chicken meal sucked tho," Neil said.

Shiro gave Neil the bird as the younger boy laughed. Neil knew Shiro was just kidding around. He got out of the plane and began pulling their bags out. A car pulled up next to them, a dark blue Ford Crown Victoria that looked like it had seen better days. Shiro watched what looked like a short teenager get out of the car and walk towards them.

"You must be Shorty. My Dad sends his regards," Shiro said.

Shorty smiled and shook Shiro's hand. "Nice to meet ya kid. Your Daddy's alright."

Shiro smiled as he nodded, memories coming back to him of the early days. "That he is, sir. That he is."

Shorty then turned to Neil. "This your brother?"

"Neil Logan," Neil said, introducing himself and shaking the man's hand.

"I must confess that I thought your Dad was nuts for sending a pair of kids out here. Naturally I asked around about you guys and got told that you two were good at what you do," Shorty said as he led us to his car.

Neil tossed our bags into the back seat and got in. I took shotgun while Shorty got in behind the wheel and took off. He handed me a sheet of paper off the dashboard.

"Got this off the security cameras at the hotel that the show is being shot at. The Sprouse Twins confirmed it was Icky as they named him," Shorty said, handing me the paper with the photo on it.

I studied the picture for a few minutes and then passed it to Neil.

"So what does this guy want?" I asked.

Shorty hesitated for a minute and I had the feeling it was bad. "This dude wants to bed them and do... things to them."

I nodded. I knew what he was referring to and the memories of Denver resurfaced. I pushed them back into the filing cabinet in my head and locked that drawer tight.

[You okay bro?] Neil asked.

[I'll be fine, Neil. Just a bad memory,] I said.

I felt Neil's hand on my shoulder and relaxed. Neil knew of my past and how Dad rescued me. I had gone through a lot of counseling over it but knew I'd still be dealing with it for a very long time.

We pulled into the hotel about an hour later. It was definitely first class all the way. The Tipton as it was called could easily give the Jorgenson Inn a run for it's money but I thought the Jorgenson Inn was much better staffed. The boys there are really cute. The both of us walked in and the lady at the counter looked us up and down.

"Hi. I'm Shiro Logan and this is my brother Neil. We have reservations," I informed the lady.

"Yes, there you are. Here is your room keys," she said, sliding an envelope to me across the counter.

I nodded and went to the couch in the sitting area and opened the envelope. Inside was the pass card to the elevator and a note.

"Here's the pass card to the elevator and to your rooms next to the Sprouse Twins," I read to Neil.

Neil picked up the bags and followed me to the elevators. I slid the card through the reader and the doors opened up. We got in and just as the doors closed, a man sprinted over, stopping the doors from closing.

"Hotel security. Both of you come with me please," he said curtly.

[Tango,] Neil pathed.

I looked at the man. "I suggest you get the fuck out of here or be arrested for violating your restraining order."

The man snarled at me. "I'll whip your ass for that, little boy."

Neil pushed the man out of the doors and I thumbed the close doors button as Neil reached for his cell phone. The man sprinted out the nearby door as Neil called Shorty.

"What you want?" the voice came back through the cell.

Neil brought him up to speed. "Tango was just here, tried to arrest Shiro and me, posing as hotel security."

The elevator headed up as Neil gave Shorty a very accurate description of the tango.

"I'm parking the car, kid. I'll search the area before coming up," Shorty said.

"When you knock on the door, the word is Seal sauce," Neil said and then hung up the cell.

I nodded approval. "Good. Now the fun begins."

Neil's Journal

We got off the elevator at the top floor. There were six sets of double doors, three to our lefts and three to our right. I checked the card and looked at the sign on the wall. The room we needed was to the left. I slid the card through the reader and the door clicked. Shiro pushed the door open and we walked in. The place was a total mess, pizza boxes everywhere, clothes strewn all over the place, soda cans stacked up on the tables around the huge big screen TV, and game cartridges scattered in front of the big screen.

"Definitely well lived in," I said much to Shiro's amusement.

"Kinda reminds me of your room back home," Shiro cracked.

"Oh fuck you very much," I said, laughing.

We checked out the rest of the place and set our bags in the third bedroom. We got unpacked and Shiro set up his ops (operations) laptop and booted it up.

"Going to send Dad a report?" I asked.

Shiro nodded. "Yes. This guy certainly didn't waste any time trying to take us out."

I nodded. "Agree with you there. He knew who we were, so that tells me we got a leak somewhere in the hotel or the film crew."

"Second that. I take it you'll be checking that out later?" Shiro asked.

I smiled. "Yup. For right now I want to clean things up a little."

"Have fun," Shiro said as he sat down in front of the laptop.

I walked back into the living room and decided to start with the soda cans first. I found trash bags in the kitchen area that looked like a tornado hit. Okay I know us guys can create the same effect back home, but we do clean up after ourselves. I hope maid service won't be one of our chores. The soda cans were easy to collect. All I had to do was locate them all and toss then into the bag after crushing them. I set a record for crushing two hundred cans in one shot. That done, I turned to the pizza boxes. They were just as easy to locate and flatten. Then I found the empty clothes hamper and set it in the middle of the living room. Just as the front door opened, all of the clothes came to attention, the shirts and jeans jumping up. I glanced at the door and noted the slack jawed expression on the Twin's faces, including the huge black man standing behind them. I turned back to the clothes and made them dive into the clothes hamper. As a last hurrah, I had a pair of jeans climb up onto the top of the huge big screen and then stage dive off the top right into the clothesbasket. I turned to the Sprouse Twins and the man standing behind them.

"Hi. I'm Neil Logan of Samurai Inc. My brother Shiro is in the guest bedroom and will join us in a moment. He's sending a report to my Dad," I said.

Cole blinked and then nodded. "Dude, that was way wild!"

"You're mutant," Dylan said a moment later after he closed his mouth. "Telekinetic? Moves things with your mind?"

I grinned. "Yup. I'm also telepathic."

"Cool!" Cole grinned. "You'd find the bad guys by their thoughts!"

I nodded, knowing how true that was. "Done it a few times. Who's your friend?"

Cole turned to look at the black man. "This is Ronny. He's our driver."

I shook his hand. "Nice to meet you Ronny."

"If you kids are going to be alright, I'll head back down," he said.

"Thanks Ronny," Dylan said as the man went out the door.

The twins turned to me once the door closed behind Ronny. "Glad you're here, dudes. Mutual friends of ours say you guys are totally excellent and way cool to boot."

"Who would be these mutual friends?" Shiro asked as he walked into the living room. "Nice job, Neil."

"Rory Culkin is one, Haley Joel Osment sends his regards and so does Aaron Carter, and Jake Lloyd," Cole said.

I smiled. "They are indeed friends."

Shiro came around and sat down on the couch as I floated the teapot in from the kitchen. Shiro took a cup of tea while the Twins and I had a couple of Cokes.

"We encountered your man while on the way up here," Shiro said. "He tried to arrest us by impersonating hotel security. He knows we are on to him."

"Oh man!" both of them groaned. "That's going to make things harder."

I nodded. "Yeah, it will. But if he doesn't know about our abilities, that will be a plus in our favor. We'll just maintain a high profile around you guys until we take him down."

"So how come you didn't try and stop him?" Dylan asked.

I had wondered why Shiro hadn't taken him down.

"There were too many people in the lobby. He could have been packing a gun. That's why I didn't try and catch him right then. Neil had called a cop friend of ours and the man was still in the parking lot. Hopefully he caught the man," Shiro said.

"When we do take him down, we don't want anyone else around. No need for innocents to get hurt," I said.

Cole nodded. "I see your point. So what happens now?"

"We hang out with you guys until we take this dude to the cleaners," I said.

The smiles we got in return was all the clue we needed that they were down with that.

Later that evening we polished off a second pizza while watching Codename: Kids Next Door on the big screen flatten the Toilenator. Cole burped and I smiled. Shiro immediately grabbed onto his recliner while I let out a loud rumbler and shook the couches and chairs at the same time. The Twin's faces lit up at the same time.

"Awesome!" they yelled out as they gave each other high five.

Shiro just sighed as he relaxed. "Forgot to tell you guys that Neil is the champion when it comes to that."

"We be cool with that," Cole grinned.

Both of them were sitting on the couch together, Cole's head on his brother's shoulder. Dylan sighed and put his arm around Cole's shoulder and I suddenly realized they were lovers as well. Sure gives a whole new meaning to the term "brotherly love". I watched with a smile on my face as Cole turned his head and moved forward to kiss Dylan on the mouth. I casually cleared my throat and the both of them suddenly realized what they were doing. Both of them sprang apart immediately. Shiro nodded to me. I stood up and leaned over Shiro and gave him a nice long kiss as I headed to the kitchen with the empty pizza box. I glanced back to see the shocked expressions on their faces.

Shiro's Journal

I smiled as the twins gaped at me for a moment, and then something must have clicked in Dylan's head because he started to smile and laugh at the same time.

"Hey, what up?" Cole demanded as he looked at his now laughing brother.

Dylan slowed down for a moment. "Think about that one for a moment."

Cole looked puzzled for a moment and then he began to grin. "Ah, you two are gay?"

"Yes we are," I said. "My two other brothers are too."

Both of them slapped high five. "What a relief!"

"So relax and just be yourselves," I said as Neil came back from the kitchen.

"We will keep your secret," Neil said. "No need for the general public to find out. We'll never tell a soul."

Cole and Dylan breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks. That means a lot to us."

We spent the evening talking about the entertainment business and a number of subjects. It was nice to be just normal kids for the evening for a change and not have to worry about bad guys trying to break in or something. We don't always get that chance and it sure was nice to do it.

The next time I looked up at the clock it was close to eleven. I yawned and stretched, feeling tired.

"What time do you guys need to be on the set in the morning?" I asked as I stood up, stretching out.

Dylan got up and went over to the table in the living room and looked at the call sheet.

"Our first shot goes down around nine," he replied.

I nodded. "I'll set the alarm for eight. Do you eat up here or down in the dining room?"

"Down in the dining room set aside for us. We also have classes in there as well," Cole replied.

"Ah, got to keep up on your studies," I said as they groaned.

"It sucks," Cole complained.

"What are you guys going to do if the acting gig ends?" I asked. "Got to have something to fall back on."

Dylan sighed. "I know. Our Mom keeps saying the same thing. She also says nobody wants to hire a dumb actor."

"Your Mom's got a point there," Neil said coming back into the room. "Dad makes us go when we're not working a case."

"Man, I tell you, parents just don't understand," Cole complained.

I sighed. Dad can be hardheaded sometimes and no amount of convincing can get through to him. At least he listens to our side of things, which is a lot more than most people would.

I followed Neil to our room after making sure the doors and windows were secured for the night. I watched Neil strip off and I climbed into bed with him.

"I hope we can end this situation without any problems," I said to Neil.

Neil nodded as he snuggled up to me. "Same here. Last thing we need is people getting hurt, especially them."

"Be fun if they are willing to play with us," Shiro said.

"That's up to them, bro. I'd be willing to," Neil grinned.

I sighed and pulled him closer to me and hugged him tight. "Let's get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day."

It doesn't matter if I am on the road or at home, I am usually up early for my daily run of six miles and a good workout in a gym. The Tipton definitely had a first class gym. I was in the gym finishing off my workout with the bench press, pushing two fifty when one of the hotel security guys loomed over me as I was trying to push the weight up for the tenth time. He reached down and spotted me, helping me just enough to get it up. After I racked it and sat up, the man grinned at me.

"Very impressive, kid. You must play football or wrestle," he said.

"Thanks. I wrestle actually. That and martial arts," I replied.

He nodded. "Very good. I wrestled back in my college days. Enjoyed it too. Would have gone on to be professional if I hadn't thrown my shoulder out in the last match of my college career."

"Ouch," I said. "Doesn't sound like fun."

"It wasn't," he said, sighing. "I do it only when I have to. My competitors are usually the drunks from the nightclub here in the hotel."

"Hopefully not too stressful," I said.

"Drunks are usually easy to handle, unless they get nasty. Then it gets physical," he said. "I gotta go, nice talking to you."

I watched him leave and then reached down for my towel and the bottle of water I had. I went back upstairs and into the suite. I sat down on the carpet and assumed the meditation position and let myself sink into Getsumi no Michi. I felt pleasure coming from Cole and Dylan's room and smiled. It's nice to see brothers who care for each other. I moved away from those feelings and totally relaxed. Once I was in my center, I rose and began my katas (prearranged forms), starting slowly and working my way up to top speed, and then slowing down. When I opened my eyes, Neil was standing there.

"Very nice, Shiro. In top form as always," Neil said.

I grinned. "I try."

Neil handed me a cup of tea and I slowly drank it, feeling the heat spreading through me.

"I just came out of the shower. The twins up yet?" Neil asked.

I stretched out with my feelings and noted the pleasure I had felt earlier was gone. They were moving around in their room.

"Yup. They should be out in a minute," I said. "I'll go hit the shower."

When I came out of the room fifteen minutes later, Cole, Neil, and Dylan were sitting on the couches discussing the current situation.

"Hey," Cole said as I walked in, "Neil was telling us about Samurai Inc. Sounds like a cool job."

"It can be fun at times," I laughed.

"We would like to hear more later," Dylan said. "Right now I'm hungry."

With that, we headed downstairs to the private dining room.

[No sign of our man,] Neil pathed.

I nodded. [Good. Hopefully he will stay away today.]

[What are the odds on that?] Neil said.

[Slim. You should know these bad guys by now. Never do anything easy,] I pathed back.

We walked into the dining room at that moment and over breakfast, met the rest of the cast. Neil and I were being cast as extras so our job of guarding the twins got easier. All we needed to do was change shirts every so often.

"Everyone is going through a check in process until you guys catch Icky," the director said. "I'm not taking chances of this guy slipping in on the set again."

"Good," I said. "I'd like to know if anyone sees someone unusual hanging around the set."

"I'll make that part of the standing orders," the man said as he turned to his assistant. "Good luck."

"Thanks," I said.

I was hoping we could catch this guy quickly.

Neil's Journal

While Shiro was talking to the director, I did a light scan of everyone in the room to see who the leak might be. I did find one likely suspect, an older guy sitting in the far corner. I couldn't flat out accuse him, I needed proof that he was the one. He would be watched closely. I turned back to the conversation at the table as the twins ran through their lines for the morning's shoot with their stage mom. Nice looking lady too.

"Good. You guys got it right now," she was saying.

Dylan sighed. "We better. We spent a part of the late afternoon going over our lines before running out with Ronny."

"I'm sure you guys will do fine," I said.

"Easy for you to say," Cole groaned. "Our director is obsessive when it comes to getting things right."

"I've seen it before," I said, thinking back to the few times we'd run into nutty directors. "Just got to humor them."

I looked at the director in the far corner and quietly slipped into his thoughts. The one main thought he had was concerning the twins, and it wasn't pleasant. Suddenly I wondered if there was a conspiracy going on between the three. Just what we needed to complicate things. I decided to have Shorty run a check on the two and I'd call Mac out in Hollywood and ask him to do the same. If they came up blanks, no harm done.

"Okay people!" the director yelled. "Let's get the day started!"

All of us started to leave the room. The director came up to the twins and I pretended to have my attention someplace else.

"You two had better get it right this morning or else," he threatened them.

I could feel the fear off them as he walked away. I turned back to them.

"You guys okay?" I asked as Shiro came over.

Cole nodded nervously as Dylan looked at me.

"Not the first time he threatened you, is it?" I asked again.

"Ever since he was hired," Cole said softly.

"Then Icky showed up," Dylan said.

That was enough to set off alarm bells in my head. "You let us worry about them."

Both of them nodded in relief and we followed them out the door to the set. Shiro took up one spot by the elevators and I took my spot by the game room door. It was simple. If anything happened, I'd throw a shield around them and float them to Shiro and he'd get them in and up to the suite while I took care of the problem.

[We need to call Mac in Hollywood,] I pathed.

[What's up bro?] Shiro asked.

[I want two people checked out,] I said. [The director and that guy over by the desk, the one in jeans, the red polo, with red hair and beard.]

I watched Shiro casually raise his hand up by his face and saw a glint of silver in his hand. He was taking pictures with his new spy camera. Hope the damn thing works. He slipped his hand back into his pocket and turned his attention back to what was going on. They started the morning's shoot and everything did go well. The twins did their lines and actions perfectly. According to the call sheet, they weren't needed until later that evening. Shiro and I escorted them back up to their suite. I caught a glimpse of the director's face and he didn't look very friendly.

Back up in the room the guys collapsed on the couch and closed their eyes. Shiro immediately went into our room and went to work on the laptop. He uploaded the pictures into the laptop and they had come out perfectly. Then he sent an email to Mac. Shiro's cell rang a few moments later as all four of us were sitting around in the living room chilling out.

"Bark Bark Productions," I answered the cell after punching the speaker button on the cell after recognizing Mac's number.

"Cat Lovers of America, we claw to please," Mac's distinctive growl was heard.

The guys were rolling on the floor at the exchange and I smiled.

"Did you get the email I sent you Mac?" Shiro asked.

"Yeah I did, kid. Two things to tell you. The director is a real hothead. Doesn't like working with kids. There's a red flag on him because of so many complaints on him from a lot of parents. Questionable behavior, questionable comments, and just plain nasty temper. The second man has a record of child offenses, but never convicted. As for Icky as the twins have named him, nothing on him. Sorry," Mac apologized.

Shiro sighed. "Okay, thanks. I'll email some friends of ours in England and see what I come up with."

"Watch your back, kid. I'll see ya," he said and hung up.

I hung up the cell and turned to Neil and the twins. "That wasn't encouraging."

"Do you think all three are related to each other?" Cole asked.

"Good question," Neil said. "I'll have to probe deeper this evening."

"I don't like this," Dylan said. "I'm getting a bad feeling."

Shiro turned to Dylan. "What does your bad feeling tell you?"

"Run and hide," Dylan said.

"Wrong thing to do," I said. "It's what they want you to do."

"By doing that, they win. By staying and fighting back, you win," Shiro said.

Both of them nodded. "So what do you suggest?"

"First off, don't let the director intimidate you. Second, act like you are not afraid," I said.

"Third and most important, draw strength from each other. That will help you make it through," Shiro said and I nodded agreement to that.

"We're tired. Can you wake us in time for the evening shoot?" Dylan asked.

Shiro smiled. "Sure. Go for it."

They got off the couch and walked into their room with me behind them. I quickly checked the room before closing the door behind me. Then I joined Shiro on the couch.

Shiro's Journal

I opened their door a half hour before the scheduled shoot later that evening. Dylan had Cole in his arms and they looked so cute together. I knocked on the door and they woke up.

"Time to go," I said.

Both of them groaned but got up. I grinned as I saw their boxers. Plaid styled boxers. I went back to the living room and nodded to Neil.

"I owe you. Plaid boxers," I said.

Neil grinned. "I knew it!" he chortled.

I shook my head as the twins came out of their room. We rode down in the elevator to the lobby. The shoot for the evening was to be in the game room, so Neil and I had changed shirts for the shots. I'd take up station in the far corner by the second door while Neil would be over by the main doors, rocking a Star Wars machine while I leaned against the jukebox. Director came in followed by Red Beard. I felt myself going cold. The director set up the shots and turned to the twins.

"Dylan and I got the lines down. No problem," Cole smiled.

That seemed to ease the director and the shoot got started. It was done in nearly an hour and the director looked pleased. I felt relief. Neil nodded to me and we escorted Cole and Dylan back upstairs. Neil closed his eyes and then nodded.

"Room's clean," he reported.

I turned to lock the door and set the deadbolt. "Door is secure. What did you find out?"

Neil went into the kitchen and the three of us followed him.

"Director man is so uptight he's a prime candidate for a heart attack," Neil said. "He's trying to keep his job and he wishes he was somewhere else. He's no threat."

Cole opened his Coke and took a drink. "What about Red Beard?"

"He's definitely watching you guys and some of the stuff in his head is wild, but he's harmless. He doesn't want to harm you. They don't have any connection to Icky," Neil reported.

"This is Friday night. We have all the major stuff done except for touch ups if needed. The director looks at the rough draft and decided if anything needs to be done over. Monday morning we'll know what's up. If it's cool, then we have a week off before doing a new episode," Dylan said.

"Which means we can get out of here for a week," Cole grinned.

I liked the sound of that. "Any special plans?"

"Shopping trip at the local mall," Dylan said.

"The boarding park," Cole grinned.

I was liking the sound of this already. Even Neil was grinning.

"Okay. I don't see any harm in doing that," I said. "Just stay close to us and there shouldn't be any problems. I'll cover Dylan and Neil will cover Cole."

"If shit does fly, let us handle things," Neil said.

"Agreed," they both said in unison.

I flopped onto the couch. "Any extras with this place?"

"There's the Jacuzzi out on the balcony," Dylan said. "Security set up a privacy screen over the whole balcony area to keep nosy people from watching us."

"Now that is an idea," I said, watching Cole unbuttoning his shirt. "Lead the way, my good man."

Cole grinned as he pulled his shirt off. His torso was slim and smooth, his nipples dime sized and flat. The three of us watched as he continued his strip show. He kicked his shoes off and then pulled his socks off. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it off. Then he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor.

"You look sexy in plaid boxers," I commented as Neil and Dylan grinned.

Cole just laughed and turned his back on us and wiggled his ass at us. Then he tugged the back of his boxers down to reveal butt crack. I wolf whistled as he finally revealed bare boy butt. Then he pulled his boxers completely down and kicked them away. As he turned around he covered his cock and balls completely with both hands.

"Come on man! Show it!" Neil yelled.

Cole laughed once more and then wiggled his hips as he slowly moved his hands away from himself. His cock started growing and expanding from four inches soft to a very nice seven inches hard. He didn't have any hair on his cock or balls.

"Oh very nice!" I grinned as Cole posed sexy.

"My turn!" Dylan jumped up from the couch.

Cole walked out to the Jacuzzi to turn on the jets and to make sure it was hot. Dylan did the same thing except his cock was at least eight.

"Big cocks run in the family," he grinned.

Cole walked back in, his cock swinging from side to side just in time to catch Dylan's comment. "Our Dad is at least ten inches, our Grandpa the same."

"More to play with," Neil laughed. "Now you guys park it and I'll deliver the Neil special."

I looked at both of them. "You'll like this."

Neil began a slow sensuous dance and his shirt slowly unbuttoned it's self. I could hear them gasp at the sight. They watched spellbound as Neil stripped himself with his powers. I leaned back and enjoyed the sight. No matter how many times he does this, I still enjoy it. Especially when the client just goes nuts over it.

Neil finished his act and the twins gave him high fives over it. I got up and did my thing and the twins liked my nine inches. All of us grabbed towels and sodas and headed outside to the Jacuzzi. We settled in and sighed.

"This feels good after a stressful day," Cole said.

"You know it bro," Dylan said.

I watched Cole lean forward and kiss Dylan on the mouth as Neil leaned into me. Both of them moved closer and put their arms around each other and started some real passionate kissing. I felt Neil's fingers curl around my cock as I took his cock in hand. We slowly jacked each other off as we watched Cole and Dylan get into some heavy kissing and petting. A moment later Dylan turned around and offered his ass to Cole.

"Put it in me, bro. Make love to me," Dylan pleaded.

Cole reached down into his towel and produced a tube of KY and squeezed out a small bead of it on his right index finger. Dropping the tube he gently pushed his finger into his brother's boy hole. He worked it around for a bit and then added a second finger. Once he deemed Dylan ready to receive, he took his cock in hand and rubbed what KY he had left on his fingers into the cock skin. He pointed the cock head into his brother's soft fleshy boy hole and slowly pushed it in. Once Cole was completely inside and seated, he sighed in pleasure.

"You feel good inside of me bro," Dylan moaned.

Cole gripped Dylan's hips and began fucking his brother. Neil suddenly decided to mount me. I sat up on the side of the Jacuzzi as Neil grabbed the tube of KY and rubbed a bit of it onto my cock. He straddled my hips with his back to me and slowly took me inside him. He began matching Cole's strokes as he rode my cock.

"Dylan, I love you Dylan!" Cole moaned.

I let my head go back as the feelings of passion overtook me. "Neil... so hot," I moaned.

I grabbed hold of Neil and carefully turned him over on his hands and knees and started fucking him hard, matching Cole stroke for stroke.

"Cumming... I'm cumming..." Cole whispered a moment later.

Both of us let our heads go back as we cried out, our cocks shooting our loads, Cole into Dylan and me into Neil. Cole remained frozen, his cock deep inside his brother as I lazily pumped Neil a few more times and then eased myself out. A moment later Cole eased himself out of his brother.

"That felt so good," Cole sighed.

Making love is the best thing in the world, no lie.

Neil's Journal

The four of us got out of the Jacuzzi and stretched out onto chaise loungers, kissing and touching. Cole eventually maneuvered himself under Dylan and spread his legs open. Dylan retrieved the KY and squeezed some out onto his right index finger and then handed it to me. Shiro and I watched as Dylan prepared his brother. He worked his finger in and out of Cole a few times before adding a second one. I turned to Shiro and did the same. Feeling my finger slip inside a boy hole, be it Shiro, Sacha, or Sammo, always turns me on. I can feel my cock getting excited. It knows it is going to get pleasure in just a moment. I listen to Cole sigh in pleasure. I judge the time is right so I rub a little KY onto my cock and present it at Shiro's entry. I gently push myself inside Shiro and shiver in pleasure as the wonderful feelings race up and down my spine. Shiro moaned softly and I feel pleasure as I push myself into him. I bottom out.

"You feel so nice inside of me," Shiro sighs.

I begin fucking him. I listen to Dylan and Cole's sighs of pleasure as Dylan fucks his brother. I feel the pleasure build up inside of me. It feels good to be joined to my brother. I wonder if Dylan and Cole feel the same. I hear Dylan's cries of pleasure reach a crescendo and suddenly I feel myself cum deep inside Shiro.

"Yes," Shiro sighs.

My body shivers as I climax deep inside of him.

"Oh yes!" I hear Dylan cry out.

I know he's climaxed inside Cole. All four of us relax once the lovemaking is over. Dylan leads Cole to their room as I lead Shiro to ours.

I wake up the next morning with Shiro's arms around me. I look up into his eyes and he leans forward and kisses me.

"Good morning brother," he said.

I smiled. "The same to you."

I get up and stretch. I pull on a pair of shorts and head out to the kitchen to put up coffee and make a cup of tea for Shiro. The twins are coming out of their room as I turn around to put cups on the counter.

"Sleep well last night?" I asked.

Dylan smiles as Cole puts his arms around Dylan. "We sure did."

"Good. I feel well rested myself. Be nice if we heard from the director," I said.

As if on cue, there is a knock at the front door. I scan the person on the other side and it's the director.

"The director's here," I announce as Shiro comes out of the bedroom.

He opens the door and the man walks in. "Can I talk to the twins privately?"

"Sure. Have a seat in the living room," Shiro said.

Cole and Dylan go and sit down on the other couch as Shiro and I retreat to the kitchen.

"Guys, I apologize for being so hard on you lately. I am pleased to tell you everything is perfect and that you will have some time off. Here's a little something to show my appreciation for the hard work," he said, handing the guys thick envelopes.

He stood up and waved goodbye and left. Cole and Dylan come over to the counter and open the envelopes. Inside is a thousand dollars cash.

"Fuck yeah!" Cole exclaimed as he looked at the money. "We is going to the mall for some cool stuff!"

"Games for the Xbox," Dylan's eyes glazed over.

"Any nice places to get clothes?" I asked.

Cole nodded. "Marks and Spencer's. An English outfit. I like the London boy suits."

I nodded. "Cool. I could use a new double breasted."

"Why? Aren't yours good enough?" Shiro cracked.

I chased Shiro around the couch a few times as the guys laughed. I plunked down after pooping out, glaring at Shiro.

"Don't worry, I'll get you another teddy for your mate," I cracked.

Shiro growled at me as the guys erupted in laughter once more.

We went to the mall just down the street. It was supposed to be one of Boston's finer malls and that was obvious. What else was obvious was the fact that the twins were well known there. They stopped to sign some autographs every so often. I noticed the mix was just about even and that a majority of the boys that asked for them were obviously gay. I thought that was cool. I followed the guys into a video store.

"What are you guys looking for?" I asked.

"Something that our Mom won't go nuts over," Cole said.

Dylan sighed. "That kind of eliminates a lot of the games in here."

Shiro was waving something. "How about the new HP pc game?"

"Prisoner of Azkaban," I read off the box. "Haven't seen this game yet."

"If it's like the last game it should be cool," Dylan said.

"Actually its much better than the last game," the voice sad from behind Cole.

I felt a flash of fear from Cole. I looked to see Icky from the poster at the hotel.

[Shiro! Tango!] I pathed.

Cole turned to run and the man grabbed him by the lapel of his shirt. Cole then did something totally unexpected. He turned and kicked the man in the nuts. The man went pale and sank to the floor. All four of us ran for the door. A moment later he was hot on our tail.

"Boston police! Stop where you are!" he yelled.

[One deranged wolf special coming up,] I pathed.

Shiro grabbed Cole and Dylan and we hid behind a large bush. I stood casually in the center of the place and whistled a merry tune as the man approached. I smiled as the hazy outline of my deranged wolf illusion formed. The man scrabbled to a stop and wet his pants at the sight of it and fainted. The wolf vanished instantly before any one else saw it. I casually headed into the bookstore and the guys followed a moment later. Security arrived two minutes after that but the guy came to and shook them off and stormed out.

"Wolfie strikes again," Shiro chuckled. "Gotta love that one."

The guys cracked up and we resumed out shopping expedition, coming back to the hotel loaded down with stuff. We ordered out and did a Star Wars marathon, giving me new ideas for deranged creatures and other things. This was the best fun I'd had in ages.

We rolled out of bed around noon. I stretched and popped stuff in my back. I peeked in on the guys and they were still wrapped around each other. I headed into the kitchen for a cup of coffee and to start thinking of a plan to get rid of this clown once and for all. The DVD of Macaulay Culkin's movie "Home Alone" jumped out at me having watched it a week ago and I recalled the story of the boy who was accidentally left behind at home and fought off a pair of bumbling burglars. The idea was sound, but we needed to stage it someplace so nobody but us could get hurt, and we wanted to hurt the tango very badly. I walked out onto the balcony and looked through a pair of binoculars around the surrounding buildings until I spotted what might be a distinct possibility for my plan. I slipped out once I dressed and headed down to check it out. Once I got inside what was an abandoned building, I knew I had found the answer. Now all we had to do was make this thing work on the fly. I headed back to the hotel after compiling a list of items I had seen inside. It also was big enough to work a bunch of illusions, which I took the opportunity to test. Ah yes, this definitely would be lots of fun.

Back at the hotel I started sketching down on paper possible booby traps and snares. Places to set them up. Places to spring illusions, and so on. I was really getting into the spirit of this thing. I wanted to make sure this guy would never forget us by the time we were done and he was in the loving arms of the Boston police. I laughed evilly as the guys walked into the kitchen.

"Sugar overdose," Shiro informed the guys. "Happens quite often."

"Fuck you very much," I snapped. "Grab a spot here at the counter. I got a battle plan to deal with our favorite rabid fan."

I spent the next half hour explaining the plan. What made it a hit was the fact that it was a kiss (keep it simple, stupid) plan. Shiro nodded as Cole and Dylan grinned.

"Very cool, Neil. I like this plan. The crucial moment is when he comes in after us. We need something to slow him down a bit," Shiro said.

Good point. I thought back to what was in the opening I chose to get in at, which in my mind was the most logical place for us to get in easy. Paint buckets. All I needed was a simple brace and set up a paint bucket for him to knock over. That would give us at least three, four minutes tops before he continued the chase. We could do anything by then, depending on which direction he took.

"I like the evil smile he's got," Cole said.

Shiro just sighed. "Oh God, he's on the jazz again."

I'm really beginning to enjoy this job.

Shiro

When Neil unraveled his plan to us on paper, I knew he had a winner. He was right about one thing and that was setting up stuff on the fly. After Neil described the building and what was inside of it, I knew it was going to be easy. While jerk off was dealing with one thing we'd have at least two, maybe three more things set up by the time he got going again. Neil had Dylan and Cole stand at attention so he could commit their looks to memory. Dylan grinned as he caught on to why Neil was doing it.

"You're going to create illusions of us," he said as Neil smiled.

"Too awesome!" Cole laughed. "We are going to have fun with this one!"

We did, too. Getting him to follow us was easy. All we had do to was jog out the side entrance of the hotel and drop our boards and off we went. Idiot was riding a ten speed after us. Neil helped keep us ahead of him by pushing us with his powers. Looking at the twins you could tell they were having the time of their life. We turned and went down the alley and entered the building a dozen yards in front of him. We left our boards hidden under a stack of pipes and took off towards cover. Neil created an illusion of the guys sitting on a couch with Pepsi in their hands. Right in front of the couch was a long trough used to mix cement in, deep enough for him to go almost completely under. It was filled with mud and water, something that was already there. Neil made sure it was directly in front of the couch. He created the illusion of a piece of carpet in front of the couch. Oh yes did it work. The tango came running up to them and tripped, landing face first into the mix. That started the fun. By the time we were done, he had been flash fried, had boards smack him on the ass, up there (such interesting facial contortions), across the chest, across the face, and on top of his head. He'd been paint bombed, bee bombed (Dylan was the one who found the hive and knocked it down on the guy), and run over by a dozen fifty five gallon drums. Neil's illusions worked great! Wolfie (Neil's original deranged wolf illusion) was the second illusion to appear. Then after that a steady stream of Wolfie's family appeared. Let's see, there was a real deranged Wolfie modeled after the Jason character in the Jason movies but this one toted a chainsaw for a even more dememted effect, a group of junior Wolfies on skateboards using baseball bats on his ass or whatever they could whack on his body, the monster from Alien made an appearance, and so much more. Neil just kept rolling out the illusions as we set up trap after trap. By the time the guy got to the loading dock areas, he was a complete wreck. Then suddenly Shorty came jumping out of nowhere, holding a pair of Desert Eagle .50 caliber autos.

"FREEZE ASSHOLE!" he yelled.

Right behind him was two dozen cops holding various weapons. The sound of those weapons being cocked all at once cam is very intimidating. The tango just dropped to the floor and just started sobbing. Shorty looked at him strangely.

"What da fuck?" he said.

"Ah boss," one of the troopers said, gaining his attention.

Behind asshole the junior Wolfies appeared, wearing typical skater baggies, t-shirts with band logos, and ball caps backwards.

"Samurai Inc. says hello!" one said cheerfully.

"You know where to find them," the next one said.

"The usual word," the next one said.

"We gone," the last one said, and dropped his board on the floor.

Each one kicked asshole in the ass as they skated out the door. It took the cops a while to stop laughing their asses off. Dylan smiled as we went out the door.

"That's what I like. A happy cop," he said.

The rest of us just groaned.

Shorty arrived around four in the afternoon just as I was about to place a phone order for take out. Shorty held up some plain white bags.

"Save yer money, kid. I got it right here," he said.

Over dinner he told us what happened after he threw the man in jail.

"We raided his apartment. This dude is one seriously sick puppy. He'd kidnap boys and make videos of them... doing things to each other. He wanted you guys to do the same. He planned on producing the video to certain customers of his and make some serious money off them. We managed to find four of the victims here, and we've sent flyers and pictures from the tapes to other cities to find more. This dude is going away for a very long time. Thanks. The City of Boston owes you guys. Send us the bill. We'll cover it," Shorty said. "Now kindly explain the junior wolves."

We told him the whole story and Neil showed him all the illusions he used. Shorty was grinning the entire time.

"They will never believe this," he grinned. "Keep it to yourselves and this guy will talk himself into a permanent lockup in the state mental hospital for the rest of his life, I guarantee it."

The man did exactly that when we went back for the trial a few months later. The four of us got together and squared our stories away and stuck to them.

Later in the evening the four of us were relaxing in the hot tub. Neil had his eyes closed and I knew he was meditating, recharging his batteries. He didn't completely exhaust himself, but had gotten a real good workout today with his powers. Dylan was sitting next to him and he got out a moment later. I watched him drape a towel over a table and then whisper something into Neil's ear. Neil got out and dried himself off and got on the table, face down. Dylan started to massage him.

"Dylan gives good massage," Cole said as we watched.

"What do you do best?" I asked Cole.

Cole smiled. "I know how to please."

Hell, that was good enough for me. We both got out and dried off. Cole nodded to Dylan and I realized they had planned this. I chuckled as Cole took me by the hand and led me to the guest bedroom. I closed the door behind me and we lay down on the bed. Cole used a finger to trace my muscles on my torso and played with my nipples for a moment. I sighed as the pleasure rose up from inside of me. I truly love my job, but I definitely enjoy the benefits that go with it. See you later.

Next Episode: Hejiro Onashi appears in a solo adventure!