The rest of the night played out very typically.

After dinner, Wes loudly brutalized Jackson on his favorite melee styled game, and after he took out the trash and throw whatever had been in the washer into the dryer, he retired to the bedroom for a victory wank.

Tonight he did so watching one of his favorite porn videos, Cornered By My Horny Ex Wife aNd I LiKe iT. It had two of his favorite things -big tits and a smidge of plot that involved the hero getting that sweet, sweet 'fuck you' fuck that Wes enjoyed so much. Nothing gave him quite as much pleasure as sticking it to someone else, bonus if you got to stick it in someone else as well. 

When he was finished he laid in bed, lazily stroking his softened, sex sensitive cock as he smugly thought about how he had finally gotten to one-up Porty. Here Wes was in a fucking amazing condo and Porty was in a leaky, single bedroom trailer with a bunch of crazy kids and wife that wouldn't let him smoke in the house. What a sucker!

But then all too quickly, he started to think about the other shit that had gone on today - namely, the fact that Porty had accused Jackson of being less awesome than Wes considered him to be. 

It triggered a bad feeling for Wes.

Wes, for all their bitching and all their fighting and all their screaming, was incredibly close to his siblings, Porty especially since they weren't intellectually gifted like the other five Castor siblings - though if Wes was completely, brutally honest with himself - which he liked to think he was - he’d admit that all his other siblings, including Bag of Dicks, had a very high awareness of their surroundings, the so called 'Castor Intuition' that they all liked to circle jerk about. 

In fact, the family joke was that Wes might have been the only living Key in the family, but he completely lacked the Castor intuition, which all his siblings possessed very keenly. Wes wasn't so sure about that, but he would acknowledge that it took him longer than the others to draw the same conclusions.

But even so, Wes almost never disagreed with any his siblings. They were very like minded. Similar senses of humor, similar tastes, similar dislikes. It was actually these similarities that caused a lot of conflict because of the general lack of resources back in the meadow, but-

They rarely disagreed.

Today had been one of very few times Wes and Porty had seen something so different, and while Wes had brushed it off initially, laying here with post nut clarity, it made him think about the few other times they had disagreed.

There’d only been two.

Once had been over Wes’s first girlfriend. When Wes had brought her home for the first time, it had prompted all his siblings to burst into laughter as soon as they saw her, all of his siblings calling him out for bring home the 'town drama magnet'. After a screaming match where Porty called his date a whole list of names and Wes had vehemently defended her honor - which she demanded, he and Porty had gotten into a physical fight that ended up getting the rest of the siblings involved in. 

The only thing that broke them up was when Wes fell into the glass cabinet holding their grandmother's extensive Precious Moment collection, and against some pretty impressive odds, he broke them all, most with his face. That sent the Castor siblings scattering like cockroaches in the light to leave Wes face first and ass up in the broken remains of the cabinet while his girlfriend screamed at him for being stupid. 

He then got screamed at by nearly every adult in the family after they all came out of the woodwork, drawn in not by the violent sounds of the battle royale going on in his grandparent's house between five full grown men, a teenage boy and their thirteen year old sister, but Wes's pathetic squawk of terror upon realizing what he had smashed into.

The whole thing had infuriated Wes so much that it had driven him to have ‘fuck you’ sex with his girlfriend in the back of her VW that night when they were parked in her parent's driveway...which of course had opened a whole Pandora’s box of drama that included but was not limited to him getting smacked around by her father when he came out to see why he heard Wes screaming, and ultimately resulted in him getting that lovely STD from her....

....so, looking back, his siblings had been right about her and he had been wrong.

The only other time had been about Yuriy, something Porty had reaffirmed today.

Porty, nor any of Wes's other siblings, had really liked Yuriy. Ever.

For the most part, Wes hadn’t brought Yuriy around his house because, frankly, there was no fucking room, but whenever he did bring him around they all made faces or generally just ignored the other key entirely.

He had only been told once that they hadn’t liked him, something he would dream of from time to time.

It was another bad memory for him, painfully significant because it triggered Wes to have acted stupidly, which had ultimately set off the chain of events that had Yuriy removed from their town.

Had Wes not bristled after his conversation with his siblings - had he of just brushed them off and not had tried to prove them and maybe himself that they had been wrong…

Things would had been different.

The thought made a rock develop in his stomach and effectively ruined his after sex energy. He got up with a scowl and went to the bathroom to wash his hands and briefly clean off his spent cock, mourning the fact that that he wouldn't be doing his usual second round in the shower before bed. He just didn't feel it tonight.

Instead, he toed off his shoes and stripped out of his shirt to crawl under his blankets to lay there in his jeans. He wrapped his arms around his pillow to stare at the wall as his brain chewing irritably on the conversation with Porty and how insistent his brother had been. 

He was sure Porty was going to go home and tell everyone that he didn't like Jackson, which meant Wes was probably going to get a shit ton of phone calls from everyone tomorrow about his lock. He was exhausted just thinking about it.

He heard the air condition quietly start-up and he shifted, reaching back to pull his blanket up higher onto his back, covering his head with his blanket. Jackson ran hot and liked to keep things on the chilly side at all times, which Wes didn't mind as long as he was under his blankets when he started blasting the place with what Wes was beginning to think was military-grade air conditioning, which seemed to automatically make Wes sleepy as fuck. The cold did that do him. 

Wes turned his face into his pillow and closed his eyes, which could be a pretty trippy experience now if he wanted it to be.

Before, if he closed his eyes and concentrated, he could almost see faint clouds of color in the distance where the mind of others were - when Yuriy was anywhere within a hundred or so miles, he'd see him distantly like the steady flame of a candle.

But since he made the connection, Wes could see Jackson like a ball of light -  a faint kaleidoscope of colors that was strongest at Jackson's head by seemed to flow throughout all his nerves. And Wes was attached to it. It was easy to find when they were close together, but when Jackson was more than a five minute drive away, his light was swallowed by the darkness and he could no longer see him anymore.  

Of course, unless Wes was actually looking for Jackson, which he rarely needed to, he didn't see him in his mind's eye, like right now. He just sort of felt their connection, which he enjoyed plucking from time to time to get a reaction through it from Jackson.

But if he did try and see Jackson when the Lock was further than a five minute drive, he couldn't. Wes instead just sort of just got a general feeling of which direction Jackson was in, which got weaker and weaker the farther apart they were. According to Jackson, once they made the drop - if they made the drop - he'd be able to know where Jackson was at any time.

But Wes was happy with what he had so far. The only time Jackson was more than five minutes away was when he went to the base for those few hours at the end of the day and occasionally for a little bit longer every couple days, but other than that, they were pretty much right next to each other.

Right about this time of the night was when they spent the most time apart - Wes was jerking off or looking for something to jerk off to for an hour and then was in the shower for an hour while Jackson went off to check in at the base. About the same time Wes was getting back into bed after his shower and finding something to watch Jackson would be coming home and then they'd usually watch a movie together before going to sleep. Occasionally Jackson would go to base before they had dinner and then when he got home three or four hours later they'd eat then, but that was only every other week or so.

It was set up like this so Wes could still get Wes Time, since Jackson insisted that they spend as much time together as possible, as close together as possible, to 'passively strengthen their bond'. Jackson had this whole speech that Wes understood, like, ten percent of, but basically - the closer they were, the stronger their bond would get without them trying. That's what Jackson ended up just saying when Wes's look of confusion, having had come and gone when Jackson started talking, had stayed frozen on his face for more than five minutes.

Which is why Jackson insisted they not only shared a bedroom, but positioned their beds so their heads were as close together as possible in an L shape. That way their head were inches apart throughout the night and gave them a solid several hours of 'constant passive strengthening' or whatever.

It was a lot of complicated crap. Wes was just glad that Jackson was obviously so well schooled in it, that way Wes didn't have to crack a book or do any more reading.

Studying was hard.

Initially, Wes had vehemently refused the bedroom set up, which is why it took them longer than Jackson had wanted to move in together.

Wes didn't want a shared bedroom for the sole reason that he needed Wes Time to jerk off pretty much every night. Jackson tried to argue that that really didn't bother him since he had shared bunks in the military, but Wes had argued that he had done the 'shared a bedroom with other dudes' thing as well, and one of the few sacred rules his brothers had between them was no jerking off when anyone was in the room.

Because fuck knows none of them were quiet about it - Wes the loudest fucker - literally - of them all. 

It was what got him caught when he was losing his V card in the back of his girlfriend's VW, causing her Dad to come out and chase his half naked ass down the street, and also why he and his neighbors back in his old apartment had been on such bad terms. No amount of explaining could convince his neighbors when they cam pounding on his door that he wasn't making all that noise alone to mock them and their lack of sex life...but to be honest, the smug, 'after nut' smirk on his face while he explained probably hadn't helped his cause. 

And because Wes sure as fucking wasn't going to give in, Jackson ended up making this arrangement so they could share a room and both get what they wanted.

The way it worked out, Jackson ended up just going to the base each night to turn in work or do whatever you did when your career was the military, and came home two hours later. So far, both had seemed pretty happy about it-

Which drove Wes to be suspicious that Jackson might have a girlfriend at his base. The vibes Wes got through their connection before Jackson left and Jackson coming back gave Wes distinct 'post nut' vibes, but he never asked. He didn't think it was polite. 

He would find it amusing though, if Jackson was going off to get off every day like Wes was at home - it would mean that Jackson was just as much as a horny fucker as Wes, which Wes didn't see very much of in others. Maybe that was just something else they had in common. Not only did were they a perfect 'Key-Lock' pair, but maybe they had similar sex drives. 

They for the most part had similar senses of humor, it seemed, since Jackson was amused by Wes's jokes.

They also liked the same food.

They both liked the same games, and same movies, and same shows. And same cars. And same beers.

But why did Porty think so poorly of Jackson?

Wes scowled at that as he tried to figure that out. He checked the clock sitting under the tv to see he had at least another hour before Jackson came home and decided he was going to call up his brother and demand he elaborate as to what he didn't like about Jackson.

But as he was trying to summon the energy to reach under his pillow and pull out his phone, he saw the light on the ceiling change, the dim moonlight from the living room give a faint glow into the pitch dark bedroom as the bedroom door was silently opened. He eyed the light on the ceiling from under his blanket, his lip curling as he thought about who was fucking stupid enough to break into a Lock's condo.

Unless it was another Lock, who had known that this time of night, every night, Wes was all alone.

And so he was here to kill Wes.

Because Wes was a key. 

And killing a Key meant permanently fucking up the Lock.