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Arnold hesitated to press the buzzer, then forced himself to do it. He was acting like his old men were behind the door instead of his brother. The door opened and a three-foot-tall brown sheepdog looked up at him.

"I need to see Arthur, Christoph."

The sheepdog stepped out of the way. "The doc's with a patient, Mister Orr. He should be done soon."

"I wasn't aware Arthur was seeing anyone today," Arnold said, fighting to keep his heart beating at a normal rate. He stepped into the lab.

"I'm not aware the doc's got to tell you what his days look like."

Arnold glared at the dwarf who shrugged. He forced himself to remember Arthur's assistant weren't responsible for his situation. Arnold had caused that himself.

"Is the equipment new?" He asked to have anything other than the coming discussion to think about. It had been almost a year since he'd last set foot in Arthur's house.

"Of course. The doc upgrades anytime a new model comes out. He can't work with sub-par equipment."

Arnold kept his mouth shut with effort. Christoph wasn't the bad guy here. He wasn't even a bad guy. He was just one of the men Arthur employed.

Double doors slid open and Arthur stood in them, wearing a lab coat. He looked tired and Arnold had to fight the urge to go to him.

"Mister Crowley is going to need a moment to get his feeling of masculinity back together. Tell Walt and Xavier to go to my--" Arthur's eyes flicked to Arnold-- "bedroom, I'll be there shortly."

Christoph headed down a hall while Arthur went to another door, sliding it open. Arnold followed him into the kitchen.

"What do you want?" Arthur asked walking up the steps to be able to use the counter.

I want you to never have learned that I love you, so we can go back to being brothers.

"Denton is interested in hiring up to gift some of his men. In prove his workforce. I'm wondering if you're interested in taking part."

Arthur unhooked a cup from under the cupboard and put it in the coffee dispenser. "How does what I want have to do with anything?"

"Of course it's your decision. I wouldn't force this on you, or anything."

Arthur snorted. "That's rich, considering what you forced on me already."

"I didn't force anything on you," Arnold snapped. "I fucking made sure to keep it to myself."

Arthur grabbed the cup and spun, spilling some of the coffee. "Fuck." He put the cup down. "You kept it to yourself so fucking well everyone except me knew." He threw a towel on the spilled coffee. "Do you have any idea how humiliating that was?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't think--"

"No, you fucking didn't think." He wiped the counter furiously. "Not one fucking of you bothers thinking. I'm the only fucking one in this family who does more than think with his cock."

"That isn't fair, Arthur. They--"

"What does fair have to do with fucking anything?" His brother threw the towel at Arnold. "How was it fair that I was born so small? How is it fair that my brothers smirk and whispers behind my back about the joke that I am? I don't even know why our fathers kept me around long enough to figure out I had a useful gift. I used to think it was because they were loving and caring fathers, but we all know what a fool I was to think that. So don't fucking 'it's not fair' me, Arnold. You don't have a fucking idea what unfair is."

Arnold felt his claws poke his palm through the towel's fabric. Could feel his lips peel away in a snarl. That Arthur was right didn't help stop Arnold from wanting to scream back at him that he wasn't responsible for any of that. That he'd wanted to shield him to keep him safe.

Arthur glared at him. "You say anything about how life isn't supposed to be fair or anything like that, and I'm going to kick you in the balls so hard you're going to taste your own cum."

Arnold's snarl tried to turn into a smirk, but he forced his face to go neutral. He took a few breaths. "I didn't come here to fight, Arthur. I didn't come here to remind you of what I did. This is business."

"Really? Then why didn't you call, or message me? I don't see how this has to be done in person. Are you telling me you went to everyone else, stood there and told them you'd just sold their service to a fucking Society guy?"

"Yes, I did. And no, other than Denton, none of the men will be Society." Arnold had been tempted, this was something they'd kept secret, and if the Society knew about their gifts, maybe they'd finally see the Orrs as valuable members. Or, more likely, they'd see them as a resource to exploit. "I'm doing my best to run this family differently from the old men, and everyone else before them. I'm not demanding anyone take part. Denton knows what gift is available will depend on your willingness to participate. If it helps, everyone else agreed. Their agreement didn't come without a price, but they said yes."

"Of course, I'm the last one you asked."

"Oh get the fuck down from your cross, will you? Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to come here? For me to stand here and endure the disgust in your eyes? Yes, you're the last on I asked because I'm not so fucking brave to be able to brazenly walk up to the brother who hates my guts and see if he wants to help someone our family doesn't have a history of getting along with."

Arthur looked into his cup while Arnold caught his breath. So much for not losing his temper.

"Alright," Arthur said, "I'll do my part. I expect to get paid my full fee. And I'm not doing more than five a day." Arnold nodded. "Make sure I have their DNA profile twenty-four hours before I treat them, with a list of what they're looking to have altered. And fucking tell them I can't guaranty I'll be able to do everything they want. I'm not some movie sorcerer, there are limits with what can be altered if they want to keep living."

"I already made sure Denton knew he wouldn't get everything he wanted."

"And tell those freaks to stay away from me. I have my own assistants to help me recharge."

"You know they're just offering because they're grateful we saved them."

"One, they're all normal size and you know how I feel about sex with the lot of you. Two, do you really think it's normal how willing they are to bend over for us, or anyone? I don't know what He's planning with them, but it can't for them to just be recharge stations for us. So tell them to leave me alone."

"I will. Is there anything else?"

Arthur looked thoughtful, then shook his head. "Lock up being you as you leave, I need to go recharge." He drained his cup and placed it in the sink.

Arnold watched his brother walk out of the room feeling like he was being abandoned again, and left the house.

* * * * *

The floor's cafeteria was loud with the three dozen men eating and drinking, resting from being fucked or waiting their turn. Arnold had been resting, eating by himself, before going back to recharging in preparation for his next session when the badger had sat opposite him and opened his fucking mouth. From there it had only taken him two minutes to get Arnold angry enough to lose his self-control and slam him down on the table and fuck him there, in front of everyone.

The badger protested, and tried to fight back, but Arnold had him pinned and was pounding his ass hard enough the table slip all the way to the wall by the time he was done.

And to add insult to injury, the badger had a self-satisfied smirk on his muzzle when Arnold sat down, which almost set Arnold off again, but he decided that was exactly what the badger wanted and instead put the table back in its place.

As he headed to the room he'd picked for his recharging, he crossed path with Albert, who still wore a befuddled expression, now added to exhaustion. When Arnold had handed him the list of five men interested in his gift, his brother hadn't believed it. Arnold hadn't either, but Denton had assured him it wasn't a joke at Albert's expense, someone out there actually though being able to appreciate art was something worth having.

He'd reached his room when someone came running. "Boss! Boss!" the alpaca panted. "They blew up the office!"

"What are you talking about? Nothing happened here."

The alpaca shook his head. "Royal, half the building's gone."