The next morning at breakfast, Tristan learned that Fraser had come home while he was sleeping. Of the three men seated around the dining table, only the one with the broken arm seemed to be in good spirits; the other two were very much lost in their thoughts.

"Did you finish your mission..?" Tristan asked Fraser.

Fraser pouted at him and shook his head; he was used to Caleb's disregard when it came to his personal life, the fact that Tristan had shown some interest proved to be an unexpectedly welcome outlet for his woes.

"I mean, Modesh is tiny" he said, "How can it be so difficult to find someone?"

Fraser regretted that he didn't have a little of his brother's skill when it came to keeping tabs on potential parters. Just a little, of course... He chided himself for not remembering his Knight's numberplate, or thinking to make a mental note of the street he lived on. Having finished his afternoon meeting with Bruce the previous day, Fraser had taken a taxi all across the island looking for signs of his savior.

Every time Fraser was sure he'd found the right place, the taxi driver would show him the next market town and Fraser would change his mind. He was looking for an apple in a basket of apples. With his frustration at boiling point, he had the taxi take him to the pub where he'd met the obnoxious bartender. He waited outside until almost closing, but there was no sign of the Knight.

"Maybe Caleb can help you find them?" Tristan suggested.

Caleb's first thought was to panic. How did Tristan know he was adept at locating people..? And why would he want to help Fraser when there was Tristan to think about?

"I don't think my brother has the time to concern himself with others" said Fraser, catching sight of Caleb's decidedly distinterested expression.

"Oh. Then maybe my friend Tibur can help" said Tristan, "He can speak Modeshi, and I'm sure he knows the island better than Caleb..."

Caleb was suddenly onboard with Tristan's original suggestion.

"I can find him. I'm assuming it's a guy..?"

Fraser nodded, then wondered if enlisting Caleb to find the Knight was the best course of action.

"But what will Tristan do in the meantime?" asked Fraser.

Caleb hadn't considered it would take more than a cursory internet search to track down Fraser's crush; if it ended up eating into his time with Tristan, he would rather abandon the whole idea before they started.

Tristan on the other hand, was counting on it taking some time. He had come to grasp the fact that whatever he suggested, Caleb would, within reason, do his best to comply. With the brothers occupied, he'd be able to enjoy some time to himself.

"I think I'll visit the supermarket for a little while..." he said, "then maybe come home and watch a movie. It's not long until my cast comes off, I should get ready to start working again."

Caleb was about to suggest he just stay home instead, but then he was struck by Tristan's spell.

"Husband... why don't you drop me at the store and then go out and look with Fraser? I can make my way home when I'm done, and I'll be waiting for you to return."

The affectionate tone had rendered Caleb speechless. 

Fraser was no less surprised by the sweet words of his new brother-in-law. Either Caleb had been incredibly fortunate that Tristan happened to like him back, or his brother was under the thumb of a very intelligent opportunist. Either way, Caleb was the happiest he'd ever been.

As soon as Tristan arrived at the little foreign supermarket, Tibur flipped the 'closed' sign and pulled him into the break room.

"Millie's on a delivery" he said, "there isn't much time."

Tibur didn't need to tell him that something had happened with Michael, it was clear from their covert meeting that he was the topic of their agenda.

"Have you ever... have you ever had someone want you to pretend to be a girl..?" Tibur asked him.

This was not the direction Tristan had thought their conversation would be going in.

"No..." 

"Right?! It's preposterous! If you're a guy and you're attracted to other guys, then surely you wouldn't freak out by touching their penis!"

Tristan wasn't sure what had come over him, but he almost burst out laughing. Just what exactly had Tibur been up to? He did his best to conceal his amusement in light of Tibur's evident frustration.

"Who touched who?" he asked him.

Suddenly, Tibur's outrage gave way to sadness.

"He... he touched mine but it weirded him out... I mean, I'm a man Tristan, what does he want me to do about it? All I can think is that there's something wrong with it... No one's ever seen it before, let alone touched it... And now I'm worried. All I can think is that there must be a problem with mine."

It wasn't funny anymore.

Tristan locked the door.

"Show me" he said, "I've seen enough to tell you if there's anything wrong with it."

"Tristan... I don't think that's the best idea... and I think your husband would kill me" said Tibur.

"I won't touch it. I'm asking as a friend, for you to show me your dick."

Tibur hesitantly unzipped his pants.

"I'm starting to think you're a bit weird, Tristan" he said.

Tibur braced himself and pulled down his pants regardless; he'd rather know what kind of reaction he was likely to get when he showed it to someone special.

"Oh" said Tristan, "it's lovely."

"Lovely..?" The last word in the English dictionary that Tibur expected to be used to describe his penis. He quickly covered himself and zipped his pants back up.

"Honestly" said Tristan, "good size, shape... nothing weird about it. It even has a freckle. Ten out of ten."

His crisis of confidence averted, Tibur told Tristan not to breathe a word of what just happened to anyone. In particular, never to tell Caleb what he'd seen. He didn't dare imagine the fallout if Tristan's husband got wind that they were exposing themselves to one another.

"Speaking of Caleb..." Tibur began, before dropping to a whisper, "What's his like..?"

Tristan was disappointed that he couldn't describe it. On the day that Caleb blow-dried his cast, he'd made every effort not to look in its direction when his towel slipped down.

But now he was regretting his missed opportunity.

"What's Caleb's like..?" mused Tristan, "I'll tell you tomorrow..." 

Caleb was currently unaware he'd piqued his husband's interest, he was busy speeding along to the west beach with his brother.

"I'm not going to ask the bartender from the pub if he knows him" said Fraser, "as much as I want to find my Modeshi Prince, I'm not prepared to beg for information."

"You think I'd beg?" asked Caleb.

When they got to the bar, Caleb flashed an ID to the manager and spoke to her in Modeshi. They were promptly taken to a computer in the back, where Caleb inserted a flash drive and copied across several files. With the transer done, he spoke to her again before heading straight back to the car. 

Fraser had some questions.

"Little brother..." he said, "Please tell me I didn't just witness you impersonating a member of law enforcement..."

"Did you understand what I said to her?" Caleb asked him.

"No..."

"Then no."

Caleb pulled a tablet from the backseat and uploaded the security footage. He started from the time that he and Tristan had left with others. On the screen, a grainy image of Fraser and the bartender flickered as they tried to devour one another. Caleb looked at him with distaste.

"Yes well... it wasn't my finest hour, okay?" said Fraser.

Only ten minutes later, the bartender tried to push his luck and was swiftly rebuffed. Caleb narrowed his eyes towards the pub. The Knight appeared on screen and Fraser broke into a smile, grabbing the tablet from Caleb's hands to see him better.

"This is him!" he cried, "Isn't he handsome?"

The blurry face of the delivery man was barely distinguishable. Caleb watched as Fraser followed him into his van and the pair pulled away. He promptly flicked his brother on the forehead.

"What was that for?" asked the outraged Fraser.

"That was his van? Parked there the whole time? We had his license plate from the first frame. We didn't need to sit through your tryst with the barman."

Fraser could appreciate the benefit of his oversight.

"But at least we got to see my Knight in action" he said.

Caleb shot a message off to his contact in Modesh. There was nothing left to do but wait for the reply. 

"I have to thank my brother-in-law" said Fraser, "I'm not sure I could have counted on your help without his nudging."

"Do you see it now..?" asked Caleb, "Why I can't bear to be without him?"

Fraser sighed. The situation was too messed up to try and make sense of it. He wasn't sure he'd ever fully understand his brother's point of view.

"I know you want to be with him, protect him" he said, "But the second I see you taking advantage I'm not going to stand by and watch it happen. If I had to choose a side in this, as much as I love you, I'd choose his."

"Good" said Caleb, "So long as you're on his side there's nothing to worry about it. No one will treat him better than I will, I can promise you that... But, if you think he looks unhappy... you have to tell me. I'm worried he'll be miserable and I'll be too happy to notice..."

Fraser felt uncomfortable being complicit in his brother's lies, but he was too frightened of what Caleb would do if he or anyone else attemped to separate them. As long as Tristan seemed okay, and Caleb didn't push things too far, he was willing to beg for forgiveness and make amends at the end of it. Assuming there was an end to this madness.

A message came through.

"He has a kid?" asked Caleb, raising an eyebrow.

Fraser was thrilled they'd managed to locate him so quickly, nodding in reply and smiling excitedly.

"I didn't picture you as the maternal type..." said Caleb.

"Paternal! Pa, pa, pa!" said Fraser, "And who knows? I've never tried. I dread to think what would happen if Tristan wanted to raise a child in the future..."

If it was Tristan's baby then of course Caleb would love and cherish it, granting every privilege his money would allow. He would also most likely ship it off to boarding school as soon as possible. Any threat to his precious alone time with Tristan was carefully measured; he felt quite sure that if there were a child he might struggle to accept the attention it required.

"Just one look at your face and I can tell he'd be right to worry!" said Fraser, "But never mind talk of fatherhood, tell me what you know about my Knight!" 

Caleb struggled to understand how his brother's pursuit of men was any different from his own.

"Farang Warik" said Caleb.

"And what does that mean in English?" asked Fraser. He was certain he'd heard that same Modeshi phrase the other night.

"That's his name'" said Caleb.

Ah.

"There's only an address. No phone number. How do you want to proceed?" Caleb asked him, "It's unlikely he has a favorite coffee shop he likes to visit. I have a feeling you might run in quite different circles..."

Fraser was torn. He hadn't considered what to do with the information Caleb provided; showing up at his house was too much. What was he doing? He was in dangerous territory... and realizing he was starting to act too much like his brother.

"That's that then" said Fraser, "If I have his address I can send a thank you note, and maybe a gift basket for his family. That was all I was hoping to do..." He was trying to convince himself of his innocent motivations in tracking him down.

Caleb saw through him.

"I can have it sent for you, if you like?" he suggested.

"Just give me the address..." said Fraser.

Their mission accomplished, the brothers were on their way back to the Phoenicia when Fraser casually noticed a road sign.

"Isn't that the turning for Farang Warik's village..?" he asked.

Caleb was in danger of smiling, even without Tristan.

"I believe so."

"Well... I just remembered there was a lot of produce on offer... wouldn't you like to bring Tristan back some fresh fruit?"

With shopping as his guise, Fraser stepped out alone onto Farang's busy little street. He was looking for signs of his van, and getting in the way of the busy market shoppers. By some divine miracle, the van pulled up, and was idling by the junction. Fraser walked a little closer, but the man that stepped out of it was not Farang. 

He'd suddenly found himself outside the butcher's shop. The scent of raw meat and blood pervaded his nostrils; he looked for an exit through the crowd, before the urge to vomit took hold.

A hand gripped his, pulling him away from the rancid aroma and placing him firmly in front of a greengrocer's stall, stacked high with sweet-smelling exotic fruits. Fraser looked up at his savior. Farang smiled so brightly in the sunlight, Fraser thought him dazzling.

"I um... I'm shopping" Fraser explained.

Farang smiled and nodded, motioning to a vibrant yellow fruit he wanted to recommend.

"I'll take ten!" said Fraser to the vendor, holding up his fingers before reaching for his wallet.

Unsurprisingly, they didn't accept his credit cards. Farang pulled a note from his back pocket and handed it over on Fraser's behalf. He was even further in his debt than before. 

Shouting to Farang from across the crowd, his friend had come to return his van in time for Farang to start work. His chance encounter with the surprising little foreigner had already come to an end. As Fraser fumbled to find his phone and ask for his number, Farang was in danger of holding up traffic. He gave Fraser a regretful nod goodbye, then rushed off to move his van.

Fraser had made his decision.

"Well" said Caleb, "how was your shopping trip?"

Fraser threw the bag of fruit in Caleb's lap.

"They didn't have what I wanted this time" said Fraser, "But I'll be sure to go back and get it!"