(Dmitri’s Thoughts)

“Oh my goodness, Dee, what the hell happened to you, my sweet sweet twin brother?” DeAndre says full of concern while continuously checking on my face.

“What have you done with our handsome… I mean your handsome face, brother?” he even adds with his feminine voice.

“Darling, could you please get me some disinfectant and some cream and some band-aid so I could fix his handsome face?” he sweetly requests to his lover and kisses him.

Then he grabs Luke’s ass when he walks out of the living room where Andre is tending to my wounds.

I spit some of the blood still in my mouth and endure...