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either had indulged so freely, and now in the fresh air, he felt decidedly unsteady. “We begin in three days?”
    Jas swayed and nodded his head carefully. “Ag...agreed. May we also agree that the brandy we have imbibed too much of was inferior, and useful only for boot blacking?”
    Nat put his arm over his twin’s shoulder, smiling affably at the watch, who was looking at them warily. It was obvious he wondered if they were about to stir up trouble. “So true. However, with luck we will have no need of La Belle Carstairs for any reason. Cards can be played at the club, and if all goes to plan we will have more cunt and arse than we need, albeit only one of each.”
    Jasper sniggered. “But that is two holes and two of us, so perfect, just perfect. Hell I am so stiff, I could snap if touched. Pray do not let us leave it too long before we bury ourselves into those perfect orifices. Tonight, I feel, has been our swan song, for now we are committed.”
    “Pray our lady feels the same,” Nat said. “And is not merely prepared to only pay lip service to her debts and no more.”
    “Well it will be up to us to ensure she wishes our ministrations to continue.” Jasper laughed. “When say you we begin our next stage? Before I take myself in hand and dream.”
    “In three days, just long enough to ensure there are no possible problems with our plans,” Nat replied, as his cock swelled at the thought. “We have decided that. Was the brandy so potent you forgot something as important? If so ‘tis the first time it hasn’t been watered down.” Jasper will not be the only person helping himself this night. I will have no option but to fist myself if I want to get any rest.
    In perfect harmony they walked—or perhaps staggered was a better description—to the house they shared. As per their instructions, no staff awaited them. Instead, a candle and tinderbox were set on a side table to light their route upstairs.
    “Why did we do it?” Jasper asked rhetorically. “The brandy does not improve with age, nor does the company. I fear we are growing old, and are past such entertainments as La Carstairs provides.”
    Nat smiled as they reached the door to his bedchamber. “Well, now we have other fish to fry, and we can forget inferior brandy, light skirts, and poor as piss card players. Tomorrow I will start the quest.”
    He left Jasper to continue along the corridor. As he closed his door he heard a crash and a scream followed by his twin’s stentorian tones.
    “Collect your things and leave,” Jasper was commanding someone. “Now. Tell Champion I said so. My room, my body, my cock, none are for you.”
    Nat smiled to himself. He had seen the maid’s eyes on them both over the past few weeks. Obviously not believing the diktat told to all staff, that wild as they may be—or had been, he amended silently—fucking the staff had never, and would never be on their agenda.
    Noisy sobs echoed down the corridor. He made sure his door was firmly closed. Some people never learned. He had forgotten just how many staff had realized to their detriment, that dallying with the staff was not one of his or his twin’s personal preferences. His valet appeared from within his dressing room, and Nat stared.
    “I thought I told you not to wait up?” he said, although with a grin. Tobbert would have checked if he had company first before appearing. “I can manage, you had no need. ‘Tis late and I am three parts cut. I will have a devilish head in the morning.” And a shaft so stiff it could cut bread, hand-helped or not. But he chose not to mention that tidbit.
    “And I prefer not to leave your boots to the ministrations of a boot jack, my lord.” Tobbert, a stalwart servant, and one who had been with Nat since he was in the nursery, smiled. “And I believe Stimson waited for the viscount. Although I understand he slipped out for a few minutes to replenish the brandy.”
    Nat laughed. “And that young maid slipped in to