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Epilogue

The tiger sighed as he stepped out of the bathroom, towel around his neck. "You have no idea how refreshing it is to be back on top after all these years." His roughs we a bit long, marking him as being older than the tiger he was looking at.

That tiger smirked. "Don't get too full of yourself dad. You might be younger, but you're not in charge of this family."

The older tiger's hand shot out and grabbed the younger one by the neck, squeezing. "You better watch what you say Daniel. Remember who you're talking to, boy." Daniel grabbed at the arm, trying to dislodge himself, but his dull claws couldn't find purchase. That'll teach his son to talk down to his better, Brian thought.

"He's talking to a dead man," said a third tiger, leaning against the wall. He wasn't looking at them. He was filing his claws, taking his time and making sure his father could see them.

Brian cursed internally. He'd forgotten these two alway went everywhere together. "Explain yourself, Donald."

Donald filed a burr down. "well, for one thing, if you don't let go of Danny right now, I'm going to rip your throat out."

Brian took a moment to think about it, before letting the tiger go.

Daniel took a step back. "Secondly," he gasped, and waiting until he had his breathing under control before continuing. "Anakin wasn't the only to fuck you. You might have noticed Arthur did it too."

"The dwarf? yes I remember him. I'm his grand father, so of course he was going to worship with me."

Daniel snorted, "Right, tell yourself that. What you don't know, is what he can do. See, Arthur screwed up your DNA."

"What are you blabbering about boy."

"Watch your tone old man. What I mean is that he gave you..." Daniel stood mouth open for a moment, then turned to his brother. "What did he say it was?"

Donald had moved to the claws on his other hand. "Why are you asking me? you know I always tune him out when he starts using those big words."

"Right, anyway, what it's called isn't important. What is, is that at some point after your next birth day your immune system is going to shut down. So, unless Anakin fucks you once a year to erase it, you'll be dead before the next birth day."

Brian looked at him. He could see he was telling the truth, and he couldn't believe his son had dared do this to him. He started growling.

"Now, I know what you're thinking. Kill us both, find Arthur and get him to fix you. It won't happen. Arthur and Anakin are our sons, they listen to us. You might have scared us when we were younger, but you're an old man now. You might as well be declawed for the harm you can cause."

Brian's growl died as he realized the implications. Two years at the most, unless he did what these whelp said. Part of him was proud of them, the part that had raised them, but the Orr, the one who had ruled over the family was furious. He hid that part.

"Why?" he asked, managing to keep his voice steady.

"Why?" Daniel's hand moved too fast for his father to see it, but he felt it around his neck, dull claws digging in. He was pulled until their muzzles were almost touching. "You and your fucking brothers made a deal with Damian. You were going to keep the power for yourself, just the four of you. You should never have tried to screw us out of the deal, dad."

"Danny," Donald said, casually. "Please don't kill him."

Daniel seem to consider the request for a moment, then pushed his father away. The claws came out red at the tip. He smelled them, and had a satisfied smile before wiping them on his arm.

Brian reached for his neck and his hand came out with a little blood on them. "I wasn't..."

"Careful what you say dad." Donald looked at his claws, he seemed satisfied with their state and put the file away. "We had a nice long talk with Damian, before we killed him." Donald moved next to his brother, and nuzzled him. "You okay?"

Daniel licked him. "I'm fine. It's just that the idea he liked him more than us pissed me off."

Brian's hackled went up. They'd killed Damian? their own brother? How had they done that? there was no way they could have broken the field, he was the only one left alive with that knowledge. "You?..." He looked at them in an entirely new light.

"Yeah," Daniel said, "we did. We didn't bury him, or cut him off from the power. What we cut up were his cock and balls, then his head."

"We burned everything in multiple fires," Donald continued, "just to make sure he couldn't come back from that. You know how resourceful Damian was. there was no telling what contingency he had in place. well, he's ashes now. He's not coming back."

Brian hide his nervousness. "If you talked with him, if you know what we did, then why did you make me younger? why didn't you let me rot as an old man?"

Daniel moved closed to him. "Because, old man, While Damian might have been bat shit crazy, His plan did have some merit." He smiled at his father's confused expression. "After all, There happens to be this Society family which is down to just one guy. it would be such a shame if he was to have an... accident, and all that power went to waste. I mean, considering you happen to know the ritual to absorb that power, and grant it to us."

Donald leveled his gaze on his father. "You do know the ritual, don't you?"

Brian nodded. He did, but he'd be damned if he was going to use it to help those usurpers. Fortunately, it sounded like they hadn't been able to get Damian to reveal it, so he still held the upper hand.

"Good," Daniel smiled. He patted his father's cheek. "Now. Just to make sure you know who's in charge here." He kicked his father's legs out from under him. He grabbed one of his ear and shoved him against his cock, which was already out. "Suck my cock."

Brian reluctantly obliged. Not that he minded sucking cock, but it ranked not to be the one in charge. Still he could swallow his pride as well as that cock, until he had all the advantages and put those two back in their places.

Donald looked down at him. "You know, that's probably not much of a punishment."

"I know," Daniel replied. "I just felt like getting a blow job."

Brian reached over and pulled Donald sweat pants down. He grabbed his other son's cock, which was at half mast and stroked it, before switching to suck on it. If these two were going to think they were putting him in his place, he might as well play the role to the hilt, the better to throw them on their ass when the time came.