Warning: Sexual tension

3 days and 3 injections later:

Angus was in excruciating pain in his abdomen, even if he didn't tell anyone. It was already evening and he was in the shower. Malcolm was playing guitar in his room. Angus leaned against the wet shower wall and sighed softly. The warm water pelted down on him. Angus carefully placed a finger on his clitoris and whimpered softly. God. Steve was right. It hurt so much. The pain had been unbearable for days and Angus had eaten a lot of pain killers, but it didn't get better. He was also afraid to tell Malcolm because... Malcolm would just worry and... maybe stop injecting him with testosterone. Angus didn't want to risk that. He turned off the water and got out of the shower. Then he dried himself off with a soft towel and combed his hair. As he left the bathroom, he heard the sound of Malcolm's guitar and grinned. He went into Malcolm's room with just a towel around his waist. Angus was already used to not wearing a bra.

"Hi, Mal." Said Angus.

"Hello." Malcolm smiled and put his guitar in the holder.

"Mal, I have something to tell you." Angus whispered softly.

"What?"

"I ... it hurts so much." Tears began to run down Angus' cheeks and he sniffed.

"What hurts, Ang?" Malcolm asked in shock and helped him to sit on the bed.

"M ... my ..." Angus cried heavily.

"Hey. Stop crying. What hurts? Did you take your painkillers?" Angus nodded, whimpering, and pressed his head to Malcolm's shoulder. Malcolm stroked Angus' back. "And it still hurts?"

"Yes." Angus whimpered.

"What exactly hurts?"

"M ... my ..."

"Come on, Ang. If you don't tell me, I can't help." Malcolm said.

"My clitoris." Angus cried. "It hurts so much."

"Have you tried the cream?" Asked Malcolm. Angus nodded, whimpering, and hid his face behind his hands.

"I've tried massage, too." Malcolm nodded and bit his lip a little.

"Lean back, Ang. Make yourself comfortable." Angus nodded and leaned back on Malcolm's bed, even though he didn't understand why he should. Malcolm opened the towel and tossed it aside. Angus was now lying naked in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Asked Angus, trembling.

"I'll try to help you." Malcolm lay down next to his brother. "Put your head on my chest." Angus turned to one side and did it. Malcolm caressed Angus 'side with one hand, then slid the other down until his fingers were on Angus' clitoris. Angus shuddered and leaned his head on Malcolm's shoulder. Malcolm caressed and massaged Angus' clitoris. Angus groaned tremulously. "How does that feel?" Malcolm asked with a smile.

"Well. So good." Angus groaned. "The pain is ... is almost gone." Malcolm smiled and kissed Angus on the head. Malcolm pinched his fingers a little, then stroked gently again. Angus groaned softly and leaned against Malcolm.

"I know you don't want to hear that, but ... you're a beautiful woman." Angus tensed for a moment, but then smiled a little.

"T ... thank you. You..." Angus swallowed. "You're a beautiful man, Malcolm." Malcolm smiled a little.

"I'm not beautiful, Ang." Malcolm's middle and index fingers tugged gently on Angus' clitoris.

"God. So good." Angus whispered, breathing against Malcolm's throat. Malcolm smiled a little and kissed Angus' neck. "Mal, you're beautiful." Said Angus, looking at him. "Never say otherwise." Malcolm smiled a little and stood up. Angus whined when Malcolm stopped massaging his clitoris.

"I'll get something, Ang. Everything's fine." Malcolm disappeared from the room and came back soon. He lay back on the bed next to Angus. "Look. Your new ID and your new passport." Malcolm smiled and handed them both. Angus took a closer look and beamed happily. "Does it still hurt?" Asked Malcolm. Angus nodded and whimpered softly. Malcolm nodded and stroked Angus' clitoris again. Angus put his head back, moaning softly. "Sh. I've got you." Malcolm whispered, stroking his forefinger as he looked into Angus' eyes. Angus' eyelids fluttered a little. You could hear faint smacking. Malcolm bit his lip to keep from laughing.

"What is that?" Angus asked, looking at Malcolm.

"That's your natural reaction." Malcolm said, brushing a curl from Angus' face with his free hand.

"What do you mean?" Angus asked puzzled.

"Your body is aroused and lubricates your vagina so you can have sex. That's that sound. I'll rub my fingers in your wetness." Angus blushed. Malcolm chuckled softly.

"Mal, can you ... can you ..."

"What can I do?" Malcolm asked, looking at him.

"Can you ... lick my clitoris?" Angus asked quietly. Malcolm swallowed. "Please, Mal." Angus breathed. "I want to feel it."

"You ... you said you didn't want to be a woman." Malcolm whispered.

"I know, but ... it hurts and ... and ..." A tear ran down Angus' cheek. "You know I don't have a penis."

"I know, Ang." Malcolm said softly, caressing Angus' shoulder.

"Mal, please." Angus whimpered. "I want to feel your mouth." Malcolm swallowed and slowly nodded.

"Okay." He whispered. "But ... you have to know that ... I can no longer pretend in my head as if you were a man." Angus looked at Malcolm with open mouth. "I ... Angus, I ..." Tears began to run down his cheeks.

"Mal?" Asked Angus, trembling, wiping his tears away. "What's wrong?"

"I ..." Malcolm whimpered softly. "I ... it's so weird for me." He cried. "I have a little sister who doesn't want to be my sister. She wants to be my brother." Malcolm tried to contain his tears. "I ... get it ... I want you to be happy. But ... it's so weird." He whispered. "I... you're a girl and... and... I helped you look like a boy. But ... damn it. It's hard for me to accept. Even if I fully accept you. It's okay with me that you want to be transgender. But... you don't understand..." Angus smiled and hugged his brother tightly.

"I know you don't mean it. I understand." Malcolm sniffed.

"I..."

"Mal, I'm really sorry that I am who I am. I know that I'm a freak."

"Stop! Never say that again!" Malcolm yelled. "You're not a freak! You're a normal young man!" Angus smiled.

"You don't have to lie to me, Mal. We both know the truth about me." Malcolm sniffed softly.

"I'm sorry I got so emotional. All right." Malcolm wiped his nose and leaned against Angus. His fingers rubbed Angus' clitoris again. Angus groaned in surprise. Malcolm smiled a little. "I ... I'll do it for you, Ang." He got up and lay between Angus' legs. Angus wrapped his legs around Malcolm's shoulders. Malcolm smiled at his brother and put his hands on Angus' sides. Then he slowly lowered his head. His dark, long hair completely covered his face and Angus could only see a tangle of dark hair between his legs. Malcolm began to lick Angus' clit and suck it gently.

"Oh my god." Angus gasped, trembling, putting his hands on Malcolm's shoulders. "Oh my god, Mal. So damn good." Malcolm pulled back a little and blew air against Angus' vagina. Then he moistened his fingers with Angus juice and lowered his head again to continue licking. His fingertip dipped a little into Angus as he gently ran his teeth over Angus' clitoris. Angus was a groaning mess. He tugged weakly at Malcolm's hair. "So ... so good." He gasped, moving his legs a little. "God. Mal. So damn good. Where ... where did you learn that? Why are you so good with your mouth?" Angus moaned softly. Malcolm smiled a little. "Mal, I'll ... come." Angus wailed loudly. Malcolm smiled and continued to lick. Angus came screeching. Stars danced before his sight. Malcolm pulled back with a smile. He looked up at his brother and once more gently licked the pink nub, which was still swollen with excitement and could be seen between Angus' labia. Angus groaned softly. Malcolm smiled and stood up.

"Did you like that, Angus?"

"Y ... yes. Very much." Angus breathed sleepily. Malcolm smiled and took a pair of boxers out of the closet and pulled them over Angus' hips.

"Does it still hurt?"

"No." Angus whispered half asleep. Malcolm kissed Angus on the forehead and covered him.

"That pleases me. Sleep well. You need it. I love you, Angus."

"I love you too, Malcolm. Thank you for respecting me for who I am." Malcolm walked out of the room, smiling.