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Cicero fell under Damien's weight, and once again they found themselves in the same position in which everything had started. With his brother beneath him, Damien placed both his paws on either side of Cicero's head. Once again his blood was pumping harder, and his mind was blank for the moment his eyes met Cicero's.

The closeness Damien felt to Cicero was unlike anything else. In part, it felt like Damien's connection with his mother, sister, and even his long-lost father still lived through his brother, and all converged in both his eyes making it hard for him not to love them more. But Damien did not have a concept of love other than what he knew he felt for his family, and it was proving to be hard for him set his feelings apart from his desires.

Damien did not attack Cicero again, because suddenly they weren't sparing anymore. The dark boy leaned in slowly. He'd realized what he was doing now, but still wanted to know whether what he'd felt that night were real. Damien licked his brother's lips and felt a cold chill running down his spine. But this time he didn't pull pack.