Chapter X
"A year is a long time," Tommy said, leaning back against the bar, stirring his whiskey with the little spoon he'd used to put the sugar in. It was dangerous, this plan of his.
Yavin had cleaned out the hotel room, shoving the couch to the side, flipping the bed up onto it's side. There was nothing left in the center of the room, just Yavin Eirn and his invisible demon.
Tommy licked the whiskey bitter sugar from his lips, and wondered if he could do this. It was like something out of one of Yavin's stories and if Tohma caught them before dawn there would be hell to pay. In this very diamond sharp moment though, Yavin Eirn moved through a sword kata, long titanium blade slicing through the ordinary air of the room. Eirn's bare shoulders glistened more than the blade though. Pale Japanese, with that insane blond hair grown longer and laying ragged over flexing shoulders. Vampire slayer. Yavin had never been content with just being great, Tommy sneered in his thoughts.
It was all planned, a mental game his older brother played with a mad man with too much intelligence and ethics that made Tohma look like Mother Teresa. Insane. Yavin Eirn was not a knight, but here he was in his black leather pants, arcane symbols written down the outside of both legs in pale flexible titanium. Vampires weren't real, but in four hours, ten minutes before midnight, before the one year anniversary of what had happened to Sean, Yavin would be on the ruins of Immortality.com, challenging someone only he and Tommy believed existed. "You really think this is gonna work, big brother? Wake him right up? That nutcase is not going to come fight you."
"He'll come," Yavin said, but the doubt showed, the edge of Yavin's nerves when he buried the blade in the bathroom doorframe. "Do you think I did a year's worth of research not to know this bastard? He'll come. I'll kill him. Sean will be free."
"You're nervous."
That turned Yavin around, golden eyes narrow, sweaty hair clinging to his face. "Shut up, Tommy."
"Is that anyway to talk to a man you're about to have sex with?" Tommy straightened, moving away from the bar. "Don't you think it's time?"
"I am not having sex with you," Yavin said, grinding his teeth.
"You can call it what you want," Tommy said, feeling uncomfortable with this, even though the man closing the space between them hardly looked like his brother, more like a spirit made flesh. With fingers gone suddenly shy, he reached out to touch one pink nipple, the golden hair around it "But you still need me to work this spell. I need energy for that. So that's what we're doing."
Yavin almost thought he could see Sean's spirit sitting there on the bar, blue and white hospital gown. His lover was here, in a San Francisco hospital. They hadn't gone home after Yavin had found him. Yavin closed his eyes and gripped the edge of the bar, just about where Sean sat. "Tommy…"
