Blackfeather Woods thinking out loud

Even after allowing his brother to pull him closer, Damien couldn't understand the feelings and emotions he was going through. But the longer he kissed Cicero, the cleared it became that his desire for closeness to him was not sexual.

Sexual desire and encounter was something Damien had never experienced before, or even thought about. Although he was at the age at which most males left their birthpack to branch off and build a family with a young and beautiful female, Damien had never even considered the option. He felt a sense of belonging to Blackfeather Woods, and felt that his duty, his destiny, was to one day take the place his mother once held. But he couldn't do that without the help of his siblings. Both Cicero and Potema had the same birthright as Damien to carry on with their mother's legacy, and it would never make sense for one of them to get there without the others. Cicero was right in something; they were meant for each other, the three of them, but not as lovers.

"Stop," barked Damien as he pulled away from Cicero's embrace. "I can't do this," he confessed looking away, confused and afraid. "I love you brother, but not like this." This time Damien didn't run away. He stayed, sitting next to Cicero hoping that this time they could figure out what to do. Together.