One woke to find himself alone in the big bed.
      But only just: Two's side was still warm under his searching fingers. One sat up, flickering eyes instinctively turning to his twin's naked form, milky pale against the darkness of the window in the dim light, silvery locks brushing his shoulderblades.
      *What is wrong?*
      Two didn't turn.
      *Nothing.*
      But that wasn't true - there was a strange humming undercurrent to his mind that One found slightly alarming. He slid from the bed and padded over to the window, standing beside his twin and gazing out into the misty night. Below them the odd solitary car hissed along the wet streets, the noise of its passage muted by distance and the heavy glass.
      *We can't lie - not convincingly.*
      *And if we don't want to say?*
      One eyed his twin's profile for a moment, then moved to stand behind him, arms sliding around his narrow waist.
      *Then we will not insist. Unless it is something that affects us both.*
      Two sighed and relaxed back against his twin, cool hands covering One's low on his abdomen.
      *We are bored.*
      One stilled for a moment, blinking. That was the reason for this restlessness? Two chuckled quietly.
      *And we ate too much sugar at dinner.*
      Ah, that made more sense. Two in particular had found that the code for sugar, and especially the sugar in the chocolate programme, replenished his energy most efficiently, only a very little needed to leave him fully 'refuelled'.
      Unfortunately they both loved the taste, and tended to eat rather more of it than was wise - off each other, as often as not... One nuzzled his twin's neck, pushing the locks out of the way then suckling on the silky pale skin of his shoulder. Two's breath caught, hands slipping back around his twin's hips to cup taut lean buttocks.
      One grinned against the pale bruise he'd raised.
      *A sensitive spot?*
      *Mm. So it would appear.* The hands squeezed slightly, pulling One closer against his back, hips moving, rubbing identically lean firm buttocks over his twin's groin: One gasped silently, penis hardening immediately and hands sliding down to cover Two's burgeoning erection.
      *So we have energy to burn...*
      *Indeed we do.*
      *Hm. And how shall we shed the excess, we wonder?*
      Two growled quietly, silver-grey nails pressing into his twin's skin.
      *We need to ask?*
      One released his twin's swollen penis and shrugged deftly out of Two's grip, moving to lean against the window, arms folded across his chest.
      *We have heard that a run is an excellent way of working off excess energy. Good for the physique, as well.*
      Two stared at him, startled - then scowled, grabbed his shoulders, and yanked One hard against his own body.
      *There is a time and a place for teasing, and this is not it.*
      That much was true, One thought to himself as Two kissed him roughly, lips demanding on his own as cool hands cupped his arse again. He shivered at the feel of Two's erection against his aching cock.
      *Want...*
      *Need...*
      *Bed?*
      Two shook his head.
      *Turn around.*
      Eyes wide, One turned to the window, gasping as Two shoved him forwards. His hands rested on two of the thin metal bars dividing the heavy panes of glass: he glanced over his shoulder as Two kicked his legs apart.
      *Two?*
      Two's eyes were half-closed, a knowing half-smirk on his lips as he wrapped his hands over his twin's hips, then leaned forwards for another kiss, nipping roughly at One's lower lip. One quivered as he felt the head of his twin's cock press between his legs, and leaned forward, shifting his thighs a little further apart. Two smirked, rubbing himself against the silky hot skin.
      *We like us like this.*
      He thrust in hard, shoving One forwards, his twin's forehead impacting against the window with a dull thud. One winced and glowered back over his shoulder - but Two's eyes were closed as he thrust again, more forcefully...
      And that wonderful twin circuit engaged. One's head dropped forwards as he felt Two's almost savage enjoyment of their bodies, shuddering as his twin came hard and fast, the spurt of semen a delicious shivery silvery sensation within him.
      And Two carried on, still hard, one hand moving to grip One's cock, pumping smoothly as he bit and sucked at his twin's neck. One climaxed, suddenly overwhelmed, gasping as he sagged forwards: his twin gritted his teeth and came a second time, slumping over One's trembling body, breath hot on the pale silky skin of One's shoulder.
      *Oh...*
      *... that's better. We're tired now.*
      *Oh good...*
      Two pulled his twin upright, arms tight around his chest, lips pressed to the side of his neck as his softening cock slid free. One closed his eyes and focussed hard, phasing inside, taking his twin's semen into his own code - something they'd only recently learned to do, but which delighted them both. Like carrying a little of each other within them when they weren't physically touching. It added an extra layer of intimacy...
      At his groin Two was doing the same thing, hands phasing lightly to absorb his own jism, feeling it blend with their code. Warm lips brushed his jaw, then his mouth as he turned his face to his twin's.
      *Bed...?*
      One sighed silently, eyes closing as he leaned into the kiss.
      *Mm.*
      Two tweaked his quiescent penis.
      *... or bath?*
      One opened an eye and squinted at his smirking twin.
      *We want more? We thought we were tired.*
      *Never too tired for this...* One shivered as knowing fingers fondled his half-erect cock.
      *We're insatiable.*
      His twin nipped his earlobe.
      *Yes, we are.*
      *Bed.*
      *Not bath?*
      *Bed. Tomorrow will be busy.*
      *... can we have chocolate for dessert again...?*
      *We usually do.*
      *Chocolate. Then each other.*
      One raised an eyebrow.
      *And to think we were worried about being too human.*
      Two eyed him narrowly, then kissed him again, lips caressingly soft and supple.
      *No competition...*
      And One shivered as his twin's code tingled on his tongue, against his skin...

Two was in a vicious mood.
      It was the Merovingian's fault.
      He didn't appreciate having his autocracy challenged, the twins knew that, and One had anticipated problems as they exerted their new-found independence. They just hadn't expected him to be quite so... devious about it...
      Someone must have told him the details of their last assignment, how exhaustion had left them both dangerously depleted. Two was ready to believe it had been Trash, until One pointed out that Trash's wellbeing was now bound up with their own, and the human really wasn't stupid enough to risk his own safety. Besides, for some quite inexplicable reason he seemed to like them both. And it certainly wasn't in Ki's interests to have them incapacitated. However it had happened, it soon became apparent that the last mission had been a trap. And since the Merovingian had sent them so far into Agent territory, it was logical to assume that he had set it.
      They'd made it back - just; hurt and barely moving - and One had had to phase into his unconscious twin, despite being barely conscious himself, to save Two's life, and then, humiliatingly, Trash and Ki had tended them both, stripping and washing them, and binding still bleeding but no longer life-threatening wounds. Two had been furious when he found out, later when he'd regained consciousness, and even One's pointing out that they'd had no choice hadn't mollified him.
      To his credit, Trash hadn't taken offence, was in fact almost cringingly apologetic, swearing that if it hadn't been necessary he certainly wouldn't have touched either of them, he knew better than that... Two had finally, reluctantly, lowered his razor and refrained from causing damage, whereupon Trash and Ki had hurriedly retreated to their suite. They were still there. And Two was still fuming.
      *We want to kill him.*
      One eyed him momentarily, then nodded: Two meant the Merovingian, not Trash.
      *It is wiser, at the moment, not to let him know we are aware that he instigated the matter.*
      Two slashed frustratedly at his own arm with his razor, phasing after a second to heal the deep dripping gash.
      *We know. We still want to kill something.*
      *But that would be a needless waste of energy. We need to rest and recover.*
      Two growled inarticulately, unable to argue with the fact but still seething. One frowned, then rang down to the kitchens...

Two glowered at the three bowls the waiter had delivered. All of them full of chocolate in different forms: mousse, custard - and ice cream. One smirked.
      *Lie down.*
      Eyes narrowed suspiciously - One was keeping his intentions private, though it was easy enough to guess what he had in mind. Two wasn't too sure about the ice cream though...
      One frowned.
      *Lie down!*
      Somewhat reluctantly Two slid onto the bed, watching as One moved the bowls to the bedside table then leapt onto the bed lightly, straddling his hips and smirking down, eyes hooded. Two gasped and tensed as his twin scooped a dollop of ice cream out of the bowl and dropped it onto the centre of his chest.
      *COLD!*
      *Well of course it is! It's ice cream.* He grinned. *Let's warm it up...*
      He slid back a little to sit on Two's thighs, then leant forwards to lick the icy treat, tongue tantalisingly hot on the chilled silky skin.
      Two groaned and closed his eyes, back arching. The contrasting temperatures was extraordinarily arousing... He shivered, anger forgotten as One smeared a mixture of mousse and ice cream over his torso then very slowly licked and sucked it into his hot moist mouth. By the time he'd finished Two was achingly erect.
      One smirked and slathered his cock with ice cream.
      The effect was electric. With a strangled yelp Two bucked upwards, almost dislodging his twin, eyes wide and pained. One chuckled - then slid a little further down and took the quivering penis with its rapidly-melting freight of chocolate ice cream deep into his mouth.
      And Two came almost immediately, growling at himself for his lack of control. Then again, it had been the first time they'd ever tried it, and the sensation... oh, it felt unbearably arousing, unbearably exciting... Gasping, he fell back on the bed, light-headed and shivering. One smirked down at him as he moved to kneel between his thighs.
      *We like that...*
      Two managed to nod, yelping as One reached for another handful of the ice cream, gritted his teeth and swiftly coated his own erection, then rammed sharply into his twin.
      Two nearly phased. Hot and cold at the same time, slippery, wholly alien, the sensations were almost too much. He gripped his twin's shoulders and just held on, feeling himself hardening rapidly again with the sheer novelty of the experience.
      Partially phasing to absorb One's semen and the chocolate ice cream's code as his twin moaned and came copiously deep within him, Two shuddered and pulled One tightly to him, lips hard and demanding against the smooth throat.
      *That...*
      One slid limply from his body, slumping against him.
      *... was something rather special.*
      *We could say that.*
      *We just did.*
      Two nipped his earlobe.
      *We need to bathe.*
      One raised himself slightly and frowned down.
      *Right now?*
      Two smirked.
      *In a little while. We would like both of us to know what that feels like.* He raised his head and glanced at the bedside table, lips pursed for a moment. *Before the ice cream melts completely.*
      One's eyes widened - then he hastily pulled himself to one side and flipped over onto his back.
      *We would like that very much...*

Two lay back against his twin, quivering slightly as a strong, graceful hand lathered bath foam over his penis and balls and between his legs, stroking and teasing.
      *Do we feel less stressed now?*
      Two sighed.
      *Of course we do.*
      One nipped at his shoulder and the nape of his neck.
      *Good.*
      *Oh yes, very good.*
      *Shall we do it again?*
      *Oh yes, definitely. But perhaps not right now.*
      *Of course not. We have run out of ice cream.*
      Two laughed and turned over, splashing water over the bathroom floor, straddling his twin's thighs and capturing his wrists, leaning forward to brush a kiss over his lips.
      *We could always order more. But we are a little tired. Sleep would be good.*
      *Ah, yes. Shall we get out?*
      *It would be a good idea, yes...*

A few minutes later, coiled up with his twin on fresh sheets, One gazed down at his sleeping twin, gently and fondly stroking his face - then frowning. They had nothing planned for tomorrow. It might be time to consider a few things. Like the possibility of upgrading their programming. What they were going to do with Ki and Trash.
      What they were going to do about the Merovingian...