Stolen

Chapter 2: Assets

            The three averted their attention to the smirking male leaning on the frame of the door.

"Bernard, what are you doing here?" Ted immediately twirled his body around so that his backside was away from Bernard's reach.

"Aw...why did you have to turn away?" Bernard complained.

"To escape from your claws, you big pervert."

"But good things are meant to be shared."

"My butt is not for sharing. You, don't come near me!" Catching sight of the slippers Bernard was wearing, he pointed at the pink bunnies on said man's feet. "Why are you wearing those? Ge is going to end you."

"Your brother bought them for me," Bernard informed.

"What?" Ted glanced over at Nicholas for confirmation and pouted when his brother gave him a nod. "How did you get into our apartment?" He questioned Bernard, while he avoided being touched by the approaching male.

"I gave him the keys," Nicholas said.

"Why would you do such a thing, ge?"

"Bernard comes over here every single day and he stays until late in the evening. It's not safe for him to wander the streets at night. Might as well let him live here."

"WHAT?" Ted's squeak shook the walls. "He can't live here."

"Why not?" Nicholas cocked his head to a side with a curious expression on his face.

"He's a danger to my," Ted swallowed hard, "ass-ets."

"You don't have any assets. Bernard does. He's much richer than you."

"Not that kind of assets." Ted poked a finger on his bubbly rear. "This."

"Bernard is as gentle as a bunny. He won't cause any harm."

"Bunnies are known to have many babies. How do you think babies are made?"

"Don't worry, Ted. We are both men. You won't get pregnant." Bernard grinned. "Come here and give me a hug."

"Patrick, help me throw him out," Ted pleaded.

"I have no say in this, since I don't live here," Patrick stated.

"Maybe you should move in, too. This way, you could protect me."

"Um..."

"Who's moving in?" Yet another person joined in.

Everyone glanced over at the owner of that voice.

"Fandi, you're home." Ted ran passed Bernard to greet his twin. "You have to help me."

"With what?" Fandi asked. His nose followed the scent of the cookies and was soon by the counter eating one.

"Bernard can't live here," Ted whined.

"Why not?" mumbled Fandi.

"Geez! I'm not going to repeat once more. He just can't, okay?"

"But, I'm the one who invited him to stay here with us," Fandi enlightened.

"What?"

"Yeah." Fandi nodded. "Bernard ge is a wonderful musician. He's going to teach me a few pointers."

"I'll teach you. He could leave."