Strike:

The only thing I heard were sipping and some slow drinking sounds from her as I looked at the endless view of space by the window.

Even until now, I still have not told my brother....

that the cause of the little lady relapsing was all my fault; We were advised not to cause any stress for her while recovering and yet I lost my temper with her and before I knew it; she was burning up & it took both our constant care to break through her fever. 

Once again I let my jealousy rear its ugly head. I have noticed it a lot these days as Samira was ill; she prefers Warring to me and although I can understand why. It still irritates me when it should not.

I love my brother but to see our lady relying on him more than me made me feel this ugly. It is so unbecoming of me and a disgraceful example of a Kindred Warrior.

"I'm...I'm sorry Strike." her sweet voice was stronger now since she has finished eating.

That finally made me look at her and somehow the ache in my heart intensified. She was thinner than before and pale but to me; she was still so beautiful despite being ill.

Did she just....apologized?

"Don't. I was the one at fault. " I held her gaze. " I should not have gotten angry and stressed you out. Because of this....you almost.." my hands clenched into fists and I closed my eyes against the thought of her dying here in space because of me.

"Please....it is not you...I was callous and never imagined that you care so much for me. I relied too much on Warring because he said you are an exceptional pilot and with you at the helm....I can concentrate on getting well."

"What...? He said that?" 

She nodded and blushed as she pushed the holo tray away from her and I caught it as it floated back to me.

"So that was the only reason why you have not bothered to call me?" I asked, feeling very foolish now for being so petty.

"Yes. I am sorry if I was a little slow in answering." she sighed. " The truth is I am scared of needing you both too much."

"Little lady......" my gaze turned hungry at that word.

She finally admits that she wants us.

"I...have always been alone and now that I am so close to gaining absolute freedom from my family. I don't want to be bound again by you two b-but..."

I stood up and sat by her bed; put a finger to her lips before kissing her softly for a second before it became a painful backlash.

"I get it little lady....but a bond with a Kindred is not the same as what you went through with your family. With us, you will never feel unloved or caged or trapped. That is if you let us love you....but ultimately that is your own choice." I kissed her forehead as well.

"Is...that so?" She looked up at me, her beautiful face was still blushing at seeing how close I was. "Okay then...."

"Still sorry for getting angry at you for a stupid reason."

She then pressed against me, giving me no choice but to hug her which felt really good. I could smell her scent and tightened my hold on her.

"I...I am still so confused at how I can even want not one but both of you. On Earth, one man is meant to be with only one woman so....why is it so easy to imagine being with you two." she sniffled.

I buried my face against her hair until I noticed that I have been holding her for some time and yet I am not wracked with painful needle like pain.

"Brother...." came an ominous voice that only belonged to Warring.

I looked up and saw my brother standing in front of me, his hand on our lady's back. His face looked positively annoyed, a vein ticking on his temple.

"Strike...did I not tell you to keep your distance from our lady while she is recovering?" his voice seemed normal but I can detect hints of irritation in them.

"It-It was not his fault. I wanted a hug from him." she defended me then reached out to my twin. "Please join us."

"Milady, you are still not well." he hesitated but I pulled my brother down till he gave in and hugged her too.

"I am feeling better now. I do not think I will relapse anymore " she murmured as she laid her head on my chest. " This feels very nice."

Me and Warring both soon noticed that her scent has gotten stronger; When she was ill , we could smell that her scent has gotten weaker which was why we could keep it in our pants but now....

"Uhm...uh." a mortified voice came from our lady as she shifted away from my half hard pole and gasped when Warring's hardness bumped her back. " I think we hugged enough."

"S-Sorry..." Warring sighed. " It cannot be helped, you know how immediate our reaction is to you by now Samira."

By now she would be more embarrassed or even nervous but somehow she knows we won't ever force her so she each touched our jaw as she gave both of us a soft peck on the cheek.

"Thanks for everything guys. I need my rest now if that is okay with you?"

Thankful that she gave us a way out, we both silently left after she was tucked in, As the resting chamber doors shut itself. Both of us released our bated breaths simultaneously.

"To desire her even when she was sick is agony. Even when I could not smell her sweet scent; I still wanted her." Warring groaned as we walked back towards the the central command chamber where he left it on autopilot.

"Guess that means we are both in trouble. She is becoming too dear to us." I scratched my head as I moved to take the pilot's seats but my brother stopped me with a firm hand.

"Let me pilot this time. I think it is your turn to care for our lady; We are almost there so leave the rest to me." he reasoned as he sat on the seat, making me sit on the second chair.

As we prepared for a small jump into space for the last time. We both became elated when we saw the small blue with three ice rings surrounding it. It was the equivalent of 6 Earth hours before the planet became even more visible.

Ellesia, the home of our current genetic trade project.

"We should report to Commander Hadron at the Outpost Ship before we could even touch down at the Ellesian - Kindred Camp." I said as I heard the ding sound from the intercom, signalling that our lady need her daily injection patch. "I'll do it."

"Go ahead, I'll set a course for the Outpost Ship." Warring said as I left the the command chambers.

What I saw made me freeze in my tracks,  a dark shape was covering her as she screamed but it came out as a muffled moan. I saw a blue spotted tail stick out of  the cloak and the sudden urge to kill came over me as I swiftly lunged at the shadow, slamming him to the wall and crushing his rib cage and right leg in the process.

Pulling out my  Plasma dagger from a sheath attached to my thigh, I pressed the edge and drew a bit of blood. The acrid metallic smell made me growl at the fool who tried to attack our bride!

"Are you one of the loyalists? Who gave you our coordinates? Talk! " I pressed the knife until he bled more. " You dare touch my lady, you get death..."

All I got was a gurgle and a fanged smile from him as he snarled out hoarsely.

"The true king...will claim what is his! You outsiders will be all killed for interfering!" 

That was before his form turned into particles  and vanished, making me cursed out loud as I smashed my fist into the wall, making a deep dent.

I quickly went to her and saw her massaging her neck which was beginning to show bruises. I hugged her to stop her shivering body as my hand quickly re-sheathed my Plasma dagger;  I could still feel my eyes burning from anger.

"S-Strike, He just came out of nowhere and held me by the throat....."

"He is....most likely a loyalist spy who managed to sneak on board by stealing our coordinates." I massaged her bruises as I mentally called my brother to come.

When he arrived, his eyes were also red as he held our lady's hands as I kissed and licked the bruises on her neck causing her to flinch and groan. My brother held her protectively as I healed her wounds by applying a healing patch.

After we managed to calm her down, we both agreed that I should fly the ship speedily towards the Outpost ship to avoid any more enemies from getting to our lady.

While Warring Soul stayed with Samira; I piloted our Cruiser and boosted our thrusters to fly faster towards the Kindred outpost.

My eyes still burns from not being able to kill the bastard who dare to hurt our precious bride. I have his scent so if he ever comes back for her. 

I will end him.