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Security

By Mike Shade

Kendrick Templeton was thirteen minutes older than his twin brother Basil.

They looked as alike today at twenty three as they had when they were first born, any

differences and there were a few, were intimate and hidden from view. They were both

5'11", both slender, bodies muscled in exactly the same wiry, understated way.

They kept their hair in the same cut, at the moment it was short and spiked out all over

the place, blond except for the roots which were dark. Those were dyed, too. Only he and

Bay knew what color their hair really was and they weren't sharing.

They even both had the same bright green eyes, though they wore colored contacts as

often as not. Today's were this really cool aquamarine blue and it was making him hard

whenever Bay looked at him, because the color was really sexy.

Anne, the woman who ran the household for their father, had left a message asking for

them to meet in her office at ten am.

Ken glanced at the grandfather clock as they drifted from their rooms down to the main

floor where Anne held domain over the house from her little office with its big desk and

enormous filing cabinet.

10:23.

Not bad.

Not bad at all for him and Bay and it was a testament to Anne herself that they were as

early as they were.

It was a good thing she worked out of the house, too.

Bay was dressed in a pink muscle shirt and orange with white flowers swim trunks. Ken’s

trunks were gold with silver shot through them and he'd forgone the shirt in favor of

showing off the new nipple ring. He hoped Anne would tattle on him to the old man.

They were going to go swimming after she shared whatever new decree was coming

down from on high. It was the only time she formally asked for them to meet her,

otherwise she'd just search them out and talk to them.

Ken was already picturing Bay without the shirt, the swim shorts clinging to his ass, so he

was a little taken aback when they walked into Anne's office to find the room full of

people.

All right, two plus Anne was hardly a lot of people, but with him and Bay and those

imposing filing cabinets? It seemed pretty damned full.

Bay stepped up close, their arms brushing.

"Hey, Anne."

Anne smiled over, pale eyes fond and amused. "Good morning, boys. Going to the pool?"

Two new pairs of eyes met theirs -- one black as pitch, the other a bright, clear blue-

green.

"Looks like," Bay answered, sharing a look with him. Who were these guys and, though

they weren't bad looking, why did they also look like trouble?

"What's up?" he asked, turning his attention back to Anne as if the new guys weren't even

in the room.

"This is Mr. O'Neal and Mr. Patterson." She pointed to the stocky little carrot-top and

then tall, dark and stunning. "They have been employed by your father to be your

personal protection."

He looked at Bay and then at the two guys and then back at Anne. "Our what?" Surely he

hadn't heard right. The old man had tried this when they'd turned fifteen and the last

nanny had fled in terror. The bodyguard Jonas Templeton had hired wasn't that far behind

her.

"Personal protection. As in, they are your new shadows." Anne gave the two asshole guys

a smile. "Mr. O'Neal, Mr. Patterson -- this is Basil and Kendrick Templeton."

Bay went tight next to him and Ken came to his twin’s rescue. Nobody called Bay Basil

except him.

"Name's Bay. And we don't need shadows. Thanks for coming, I hope it wasn't too much

trouble, good-bye now." He and Bay turned as one and headed out the door. Fuck this

shit.

The little red-head? Could move .

The door was shut, a solid body before it. "You two got nowhere to go 'til the Missus

finishes her spiel, boys."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Bay demanded.

"This isn't your house, get the hell out of our way," Ken added, backing his twin up

completely.

"Boys. Your father is quite insistent. There have been threats and you know he will not

have you compromised. These men are going to protect you. You'll simply have to get

used to it." Anne's voice was implacable.

Bay leaned against him and they both looked back at her. Fuck this shit indeed. Well, it

wouldn't be the first time they drove someone off, it wasn't likely it would be the last.

"Fine," he said, "but we're not rearranging our lives for anyone. They're just going to

have to keep up."

"I imagine Simon and I are more than capable of that, sir." Tall, dark and studly had a

voice like melted chocolate. Damn.

Bay gave him a look that said this could be fun and he couldn't but help grin back. He'd

just been thinking the same thing.

He looked the stud up and down and grinned. "We'll see."

"Was there anything else, Anne?" Bay asked, arm rubbing his briefly.

"No. Mr. O'Neal and Mr. Patterson will live in the antechamber outside your suite. They

will each have a single day off per week and..."

The red-head held his hand up. "Look. Rick does days. I work nights. I have Mondays

off. Rick has Wednesday. If you go party, we both go. Easy as pie."

"What if we party on a Wednesday?" Bay asked.

"Or a Monday," Ken added, already making plans to get to as many Monday and

Wednesday night raves as possible.

"Then we both go." The red-headed didn't even flinch.

"Yes, and we assure we have as much police back up as we might need, to account for

our exhaustion." The melted chocolate voice was back.

Ken snorted. "Okay, whatever."

"We're going now, Anne," Bay said, walking up to Simon and stepping into his space.

"Are you going to get out of our way?"

"Of course." Those blue eyes met his dead-on, completely unfazzed. "I'm not on shift

until eight pm."

"Okay, Red." He looped his arm around Bay's shoulders and they waltzed out of there

toward the pool.

Bay gave him a look and he nodded. The last thing they needed was a bodyguard. Two in

fact. It was going to cramp their style in a big way.

"We won't let it," Bay told him, knowing the way his mind was working.

He nodded. It wasn't like the old man to worry wart like this. No doubt he was worried he

was going to have to pay out ransom money or something if they got kidnapped.

The tall man followed, quiet, giving them space.

"You know he's pretty damned hot," Bay murmured.

Ken nodded. Yeah, he was.

"I think I'll do him.” Bay watched the guy from under his lashes.

"No way. I'm older."

Bay snorted. "I saw him first."

"We saw him together."

"Okay, okay, but I called him first."

He rolled his eyes as they went out to the pool deck. "We could do him together."

Bay stopped and looked back over his shoulder. "I bet he'd report it back to the old man."

"Jonas knows we're gay."

It was Bay's turn to roll his eyes. "I meant about us ."

"Well if he goes tattling, we'll just say he's lying. Or that he misunderstood. Or that we

were putting him on."

Bay grinned at him. "Perfect." Bay turned again, calling out to their guard, "We're going

swimming. You coming in?"

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