Blackfeather Woods thinking out loud

'ere we go!

It wasn't unintentionally that Damien had been avoiding his brother for the past few weeks. Guilt wasn't a word that existed in Damien's vocabulary, but what he felt after that night when things went weird with Cicero was close enough to make Damien anxious around his brother.

Damien, now one year old and a fully developed adult, had never experienced lust in his life. Sexual desire wasn't something that clouded Damien's mind like it did others his age, and so far he felt comfortable with it. He didn't feel like he was missing anything. Until he tasted what feeling close to someone was the other night. Damien had gone through a lot in just one year; he'd experienced great loss and pain, and his constant seek for strength did not allow him to show just how vulnerable he felt. But Cicero had always been good at bringing out the real Damien; the Damien that feels and suffers, and also the Damien that loves deeply.

With a sigh, Damien dropped o the ground after a long day of tiring work. The fog and ominous feeling in the forest made it hard for Damien to snap out of his brooding state, and the only thing in the male's mind was the way his body felt those short seconds when his tongue ran over Cicero's chest. The warmth, the chill through his spine. He did not know what it meant or what it made him feel, but one thing he was sure of, he did not like liking it.