Blackfeather Woods thinking out loud

sorry this post might seem a bit all over the place...
I'm kinda half/asleep and wanted to reply before leaving :s

Damien could not deny to himself that his brother's electric touch gave him a rush of adrenaline, of emotion. He couldn't explain why, he had no idea why, but that didn't mean that he was deeply or madly in love with his own brother. It didn't mean that they would leave everything behind and run away to live happily ever after. There wasn't such an option. As the oldest child, the big brother, Damien had a certain sense of responsibility, and high expectations that he wanted to live up to, and getting romantically or sexually involved with his own brother was simply not in the cards. But all of those thoughts were quickly replaced when Cicero nearly slipped up.

"I"

It was hard to ignore that Cicero had been acting weird for a while. The way he spoke, the nightmares, the awakenings in the middle of the night, and specially times he'd left Damien wondering where the hell he was. It was easy ignoring these things considering that Cicero was no ordinary, secretive and reserved, and being used to his spontaneity; but Cicero had never, since birth, been an erratic wolf. Damien couldn't avoid feeling that, at times, he wasn't speaking to his own brother, that there was someone else pulling the strings rather than Cicero himself.

The way Cicero spoke of his feelings while still looking as cold as an iceberg was unnerving. His eyes expressed no life, no warmth, but his words had just transmitted so many emotions, and with such passion that it was even poetic. Damien was left with even more things to think about, and for a few seconds his mind exploded and was clouded with thoughts. But there was one that stood out from the rest...

"Who are you?"