it out. What does it feel like to come?"
Blay picked at the label on his beer. "Powerful. That's what it's like. It's just this... powerful rush that builds up and then... you explode and drift."
Qhuinn's eyes closed. "Man, I want that. I want to be male."
God, that was exactly what John hungered for.
Blay chugged his Corona, then wiped his mouth. "Of course, now... now I want to do it with someone."
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Qhuinn cracked one of his half smiles. "What about Jasim?"
"Nah. Not my type. And we're done with this. Conversation's over."
John glanced at the clock, then shuffled to the edge of the bed. With a quick scribble, he wrote on his pad and flashed it. Blay and Qhuinn both nodded.
"Good deal," Blay said.
"You up for hanging tomorrow night?" Qhuinn asked.
John nodded and stood up-only to stumble and have to catch himself on the mattress.
Qhuinn laughed. "Look at you, punk. You're faced."
John just shrugged and concentrated on getting himself to the door. As he opened it, Blay said, "Yo, J?"
John glanced over his shoulder and cocked an eyebrow.
"Where can we learn that sign language thing?"
Qhuinn nodded and popped open another beer. "Yeah, where?"
John blinked. Then wrote on his pad, The Internet. Search for American Sign Language.
"Good deal. And you can help us, right?"
John nodded.
The two went back to the TV and fired up another game. As John shut the door, he heard them laughing and he started to smile. Only to feel the sting of disgrace.
Tohr and Wellsie were dead, he thought. He shouldn't be... enjoying stuff. A real man wouldn't get distracted from his goal, from his enemies... for nothing more than the company of friends.
John weaved down the hall, throwing one arm out to balance.
Trouble was... it felt so good to just be one of the guys. He had always wanted to have friends. Not a big group or anything. But a few, solid, strong... friends.
The kind you could rely on 'til death. Like brothers.
Marissa did not understand how Butch survived what happened to his body. It just seemed impossible. Except this was, evidently, what males went through, particularly warriors. And as he was of Wrath's line, he definitely had that thick blood in him.
When it was over, hours later, Butch lay on the table in the now frigid room, just breathing. His skin was waxy and covered with sweat like he'd run twelve marathons. His feet hung off the far edge of the gurney. His shoulders were nearly twice as big, and his boxers were stretched tight over his thighs.
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His face comforted her, though. It was the same as it had been before, proportional with his new body, but the same. And when his eyes opened, they were the hazel she knew so well, with the spirit inside them that was his alone.
He was too dazed to speak, but he shivered, so she brought him a blanket and spread it over him. As the soft weight landed, he flinched as if his skin were too tender, but then he mouthed the words I love you and slid away into sleep.
Abruptly, she became more tired than she'd ever been in her life.
Vishous finished cleaning up the blood on the floor with a spray nozzle and said, "Let's eat."
"I don't want to leave him."
"I know. I asked Fritz to bring something to us and he left it just outside."
Marissa followed the Brother out into the Equipment Room and they each sat down on double-sized benches built out from the wall. They ate Fritz's little picnic munchies in the midst of racks of nunchakus and training daggers and swords and guns. The sandwiches were good and so were the apple juice and the oatmeal cookies.
After a while, Vishous lit a hand-rolled and leaned back. "He's going to be fine, you know."
"I can't see how he got through it."
"Mine was like that."
She stopped with a second ham sandwich on the way to her mouth. "Really?"
"Worse, actually. I was smaller than him when it happened."
"He's the same on the inside, though, isn't he?"
"Yup, he's still your boy."
When she finished the sandwich, she put both her legs up on the bench and eased back against the wall.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Sealing me up." She held out her wrist.
His diamond gaze shifted away. "No problem."
In the quiet, her eyelids drooped and she shook herself to wake up.
"Nah, let yourself go," Vishous murmured. "I'll watch him and as soon as he comes around, I'll let you know.
Go on... lie