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Walking down the hall seemed have gotten him some whispers amongst his subordinates. On occassion, Karl Schubaltz would hear some familiar voices talking about it behind his back but make no mention of it to his face. This kinda crap would drive a man insane-- if he didn't know what they were saying. But sixth sense seem to alert Karl to the truth behind the whispers.
"I don't know what's on people's minds nowadays. I'm scared to ask." Karl spoke up as he went across the room to fiddle with the stereo system. The windows rattled with the sonic-wave sounds of a zoid rushing by. The 27-year-old Colonel just silently shook his head in a sad fashion and continued to monkey with the radio.
The fuse zapped and fizzled, causing the bishie Colonel to swear like a sailor as he sucked on his fingers with pain in his beautiful emerald eyes. Karl reached back to unplug the stereo when the phone rang, he jumped and bumped his head against the shelf hard.
"Godfuckingdamnit!!!!" Karl yelled really loud, rubbing his head and wincing from the pain. But he opened his eyes when he heard the phone stop ringing but the answering machine not playing. The soft sound of Thomas's voice spoke. "Sorry, Karl is busy at the moment. Can I take a message?" Thomas was completely shirtless, wearing faded blue jeans and a techie's tool belt. He soon hung up the phone and slowly approached his pain-wracked brother.
"Need a hand, Karl?"
"Thank-you, Thomas." Karl rubbed his head once again, sitting up from the ground. "Who was that on the phone?"
"No one of importance. Let's take a look at your head." Thomas escorted Karl to the kitchen and rifled his fingers through the older Schubaltz's silky wheat gold hair. The younger brother frowned at what he saw. "You bumped your head very hard, big brother."
"My head does hurt." He mumbled but Thomas heard him fine, which prompted Thomas to reach into the freezer. "What are you doing?"
"Just getting some ice cream."
"Ice cream? I need an aspirin."
"You used to feed me ice cream when I bumped my head. Remember, Karl?"
"We were kids back them, Thomas." Karl sighed, folding his arms protestingly.
"I know." Thomas still had a smile on his face, but he could see the hesitant gaze in Karl's beautiful cat-like green eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing much."
"Tell me."
Slowly, Karl sat down at the table and rubbed his head one more time before allowing Thomas to touch his shoulders. Thomas rubbed his fingers into Karl's tense muscles, feeling them stiffen up and then relax.
"Gods, Tommy.... that really does the trick."
He hasn't called me that in years. Thomas silently chuckled, smiling sweetly. "What's wrong, my brother?"
"Everyone is talking about us." Karl leaned back into Thomas's body, this time, the younger brother's hands were sliding down Karl's exposed GQ model-ish chest.
"What are they saying?"
"They... want us together. Not as brothers or friends... more than that. More that just mere brothers...." A light blush tinted Karl's cheeks, Thomas smirked at that, seeing his older brother blush like that. If anyone usually showed a softer side, it was always Thomas, which was amusing but powerful if it got Karl to blush. There really must be something deep inside and it must be very strong.
"Lovers?"
"Y-yes."
"This bothers you how?"
"It doesn't in the very least." Karl looked up at Thomas, seeing the soft gaze in his emerald eyes. "But nowadays it's harder to hide the feelings I have for you, Tommy. I love you. More than brothers."
"I know." Thomas's voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but saturated in sugar-sweet love. A smile crept on his lips as he leaned down, Thomas and Karl's lips connected softly at first, brushing tenderly against the other's. Then the kiss became full-throated and deep, a wet, open-mouthed kiss. The sinful brothers parted long enough for Karl to say:
"Now... how about that ice cream?"
"My brother." Thomas smiled passionately, then gave Karl a love-lick before going to the fridge.