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When James returned home, his younger brother Emil threw himself towards him. "I have missed you!"

Something was wrong, James thought as he struggled not to hug back. Emil might allow a brotherly pat on his shoulders, but would avoid extended contact, not to mention a hug.

"Did something happen?"

Emil looked up at him with puppy eyes. "I have just realised how important you are to me."

No, Emil wouldn't say things like this, no matter how much James wanted to hear this. Emil didn't like playing pranks, but he didn't look high either.

Perhaps James overthought. Emil was simply in a good mood.

Emil led him to the table. "I have ordered fried chicken for us."

"Thank you," James said.

When James ate the chicken, the room seemed to get hotter. His eyes got stuck on Emil's lips. He looked away and took another part of the chicken.

The heat seemed to get to Emil too. He was blushing and pulled up his shirt, which James looked away from.

"Do you want more chicken?" Emil asked. He leaned forwards but lost his balance, stumbling into James' lap.

James dropped his food to catch him and help him sit upright, but Emil felt irresistible against his body. James' hands seemed to have a mind of his own and lingered on his back.

Something was definitely wrong.

"What's happened?" James asked.

Emil looked gleeful and clung onto him. "You want me, don't you? I scanned the memory and saw the ways you looked."

"No! We're brothers. You aren't Emil." James threw him away.

The person with Emil's face yelled in pain when he fell to the ground. He looked and sounded the same as Emil. He even had the same mole on his neck. He had to be an imposter, but he looked exactly like his brother.

James' thoughts muddled. The fried chicken must be drugged, because his trousers were now too tight.

"James?" the person asked. "Please help me! I'm not in…"

He sounded exactly like Emil in pain.

James knew that it was a trap, but he couldn't refuse Emil. He patted his shoulders and helped him stand. "A shower…"

He stopped when Emil pinned him to the ground.

Emil said in a strange voice. "You Earthlings are so troublesome. Why can't you get on with the program like your moving pictures?"

What?

James struggled to release himself, but the friction and body contact fanned the fire. If he fought too hard, he would hurt Emil. At the end he couldn't tell if he was struggling or grinding against 'Emil'.

"Emil…are you here?"

'Emil' paused, but quickly resumed grinding against him. He breathed in James' ears."It feels good."

It was like James' shameful fantasy turned true. Was it a punishment for his perversion?

"Leave him alone-"

'Emil' slipped a hand under his shirt and squeezed his nipple. He raised his hip up to pull down his trousers and underwear.

James turned his head away, but this creature wearing Emil's face whispered to him. "Do you know how much he wants you?"

"Shut up!"

The creature pestered him. "He thought about you naked and chained up, or you bending over the table, or… What a pervert your brother is."

James knew it must be lying, but these words in Emil's voice imprinted on his mind and conjured other twisted images. His desire was about to erupt. The clothing now felt like torture against himself.

Think! How can I save…

'Emil' stressed up and came. His breathy moan brought James to climax.

James would now know what Emil sounded like during sex. How could he forget that? How could they survive this?

Then Emil convulsed and opened his eyes. He looked like a deer caught in a car light. "Bro?"

James hugged him on impulse and regretted it. Surely Emil would want to keep away from him, but Emil clung to him and cried.

"Have you come back? It'll be all right. It'll be all right. Do you want a shower?" James' underwear stuck to him uncomfortably, but he ignored it.

Then Emil hardened against him.

"The drug… I burnt…Sorry…." Emil tried to pull away.

James cursed the creature. Emil needed help, but he didn't think a human doctor had experience with alien aphrodisiacs. "Do you want me to help you?"

Emil buried his head against his neck and mouthed "yes".

James slipped a hand between them. He blanked out his mind when varying strokes to find the way Emil enjoyed. When Emil came on his hand, James blocked away the sensation.

By the time Emil was freed from the drug's effect, James had to resort to using his mouth to spare his sprained wrists. He cleaned Emil up and tucked him into his bed. Then he wiped away the stains on furniture, threw away his clothing and took a cold shower.

He leaned his face against the wall, not knowing how to deal with the mess. He hoped the creature got tired and left them forever, but what if it returned?

Tomorrow, he thought. I'll deal with it tomorrow.

The next day the heat returned. James locked himself up until Emil broke through his bedroom door. "Need you."

They touched and grinded against each other on every surface. Eventually they didn't bother to wear anything. James bent over the desk and guided Emil to fuck him.

Tomorrow, he thought. We'll pretend that it never happened.

He lost himself in desire and lies.