Blackfeather Woods life is nothing without the pain

Usually he was alone when he was like this, feeling he was too unpredictable in such moods. Yet somehow he felt better now that he was with Damien through it. The pain combined with the desire that still lingered within him for Damien, both things that gave him pleasure, excited him, drove him. His head felt heavy and yet so light and he was not sure whether to be amused or endeared to see his brother think he could command his siblings. Cicero had since long learned that control lay only in the things one could make another do to yourself, to a certain degree.

Cicero unsteadily walked towards Damien then and leaned into his shoulder, breathing in his scent and feeling desire fill him as part of his face was buried in his brother's fur along his neck and shoulder, teeth nipping roughly along Damien's neck.