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Second Change Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Tyrik

A pleasant autumn evening was giving way to a warm night. The last vestiges of purple light clung to the darkened sky and crickets chirped their chorus outside. It would have been beautiful, but Devin and Morgan were where they had spent most of the summer; Morgan's room, playing video games. Three months had passed since Morgan's first change, the day he had awakened as a werewolf. The sheer irony was still not lost on Devin who had fantasized about werewolves and his brother since a young age. The event had changed them both and changed what they were to each other in more ways than either of them could count.

Morgan had grown a bit more, reaching six feet even. His dark red hair was a bit longer and a bit softer. In fact, all the hair on his body was softer. Whether it was the hair under his arms or around his groin, even his pleasure trail, it all had the texture of fur rather than hair. Devin had noticed other changes in his brother as well, from slight points to his ears to sharper canine teeth. The changes were subtle unless one knew what to look for. Morgan's eyes studied the screen, trying to keep up in the video game. Even his eyes had changed, taking on a slight gold ring around them... a detail Devin found hypnotic.

While it had been Morgan that changed, Devin was not unaltered by the change. For three months he had stopped trying to be the emo rebel he was and had focused on Morgan. He was there to help him through the changes, to comfort him, and be there for him. It had given Devin a purpose and confidence he had always lacked. He had stopped dying his hair, allowing it to return to the strawberry red it was naturally and he had stopped using his colored lenses, letting his green eyes remain as they were. Even his grooming had changed, leaving his body hairless other than his pleasure trail and head.

The three months had changed them more than physically. Devin's confession of his feelings for Morgan, his desires, had led them into a forbidden love. Their incestuous kisses were like a drug that coursed through their veins. Every single embrace was tantalizing because of how wrong it was, but also because they loved each other so completely. They had pushed the boundaries of what they did together, even going so far as to taste the manhood of one another, but they had yet to cross the final threshold and have actual sex. Still, spending a summer with such love had changed them both and made it clear to Morgan that he couldn't leave Devin, he couldn't return to college.

Morgan still couldn't believe how easily his parents had taken the news when he told them he wasn't going back. They hadn't been angry at all. Instead they presented him with a number of online schools as alternatives. Morgan figured it was a perfect solution and felt lucky that they were so accepting... they'd always been accepting. They tolerated Devin's emo phase, they tolerated eccentricities. They were loving to their sons and to each other. Even after twenty eight years of marriage, they still went on dates many nights of the week. As sure as clockwork, the familiar knock came on the bedroom door.

"We're heading out, you two have fun!" Morgan's mother said. Morgan was sitting with his back to his bed, his legs splayed, a controller in his hands... and his brother in his lap. Devin was cuddled against Morgan's chest, his ass cupping his brother's groin.

"You too!" Devin called back. He waited to hear the front door and then the car before he started to launch his plan. Ever so slightly, Devin started gyrating his hips. His plump, round ass began to grind and rub Morgan's groin. Morgan gasped softly and then shivered as his brain instantly went to arousal mode. Blood flooded into his shaft, causing the meat to expand and harden in his pants. Morgan groaned, still shocked by how easy it was to get horny now that he was a werewolf. He'd come to grips with being attracted to his brother, but he still didn't fully accept the wolf. The transformations were difficult, his instincts were altered... Though it had made for some interesting times. On the last full moon, Devin had put a leash on him and took him jogging past the house of a bully Devin despised. The bully had seen Devin with a four hundred pound red wolf and hadn't been a problem since.

"I don't know if this is the kind of fun she meant." Morgan moaned as Devin butt humped him. Devin grinned.

"I think they know... I mean, they leave every full moon... You weren't bitten or anything. Maybe it's genetic, maybe they are wolves too." Devin said, grinding harder. Morgan moaned, his eyes fluttering.

"But wouldn't they want to guide us? Wouldn't... they want us to..." Morgan trailed off, panting hard, his tongue hanging out of his mouth a bit. His hands slid up under Devin's shirt, his fingers going right to his brother's newly pierced nipples. He caressed the rings and flicked the balls on them before he tugged a bit. Devin gasped, his back arching, his own shaft hardening in delight. Morgan humped Devin's ass harder, the bulge in his jeans most complete. Devin whimpered in need and desire, feeling that meaty snake push between his ass cheeks, even if clothing blocked it.

Devin stood up just long enough to turn around, dropping down to straddle his brother. Their groins collided and their lips met, the two falling into soft, sloppy kissing at once. Their licks smacked and slurped and made all manner of lewd sounds. They weren't restrained in the slightest. Once more the drug of forbidden love filled them. The idea of growing up together, being bound in family together and finding one's soul mate in each other was too strong to ignore. Morgan pushed his tongue into Devin's mouth, invading it, exploring it. Devin sucked on the tongue, grinding like a madman, knowing full well his own manhood was outmatched by his brother's... but he had to free them both.

His hands moved to Morgan's pants, unbuttoning them and drawing the zipper down carefully. The reason for the care came from the fact that Morgan no longer wore underwear. His achingly hard shaft began to emerge, revealing Morgan's true nature. While Morgan had been circumcised at birth, the change had restored his foreskin. Like a fleshy sheath, the skin pulled back slowly as he grew more erect. The skin pulled off of a tapered, pointed shaft that was redder and slicker than any human cock. It was almost canine even when Morgan was completely human, a fact that Devin loved completely.

Devin reached to wrap his hand around his brother's cock, feeling the slick moisture coat his fingers as he began to pump it up and down, feeling its girth and its long ten inches. Morgan snarled and bucked into the hand, panting hard. He reached to tear at Devin's pants, pulling the fly open and reaching in, drawing out his brother's modest five and a half inch rod. Morgan let out a growl of pleasure, though the sound made him wary of himself. He still considered the wolf to be a separate entity, a beast... a beast he was jealous of. He wanted his brother all to himself, not sharing him with an animal. Still, there was no denying that Devin was turned on by every aspect of his brother, a fact Morgan was very pleased by.

"I think it's time." Morgan whispered. Devin's eyebrows shot up.

"It - is?" he asked, punctuating each word by a kiss. Morgan wrapped his arms around Devin before he stood, the two rising back to their feet. Morgan reached over and turned on the camcorder that had been waiting, setting it to record. They would never forget their first time together; they would always be able to see it. Devin shivered in delight as he leaned against the bed, biting his lip in anticipation. Morgan reached over to push Devin's pants down and Devin returned the favor. The two brothers quickly shed their clothing, dropping articles to the floor before Morgan grabbed Devin and turned. The older brother reclined onto the bed pulling Devin onto him.

Once more their lips clashed and they exchanged kisses, but it was much more than that now. Devin palmed Morgan's mighty member, groping it and caressing it. Morgan's fingernails dug into the bed sheets as Devin worked on him before Devin slowly crawled down towards the foot of the bed. He stopped as he reached Morgan's groin, looking at the slick red meat. He took the shaft in one hand, lifting it up proudly like a spire before he leaned in. His young, slick tongue began to slather up the rod, crossing the foreskin before it touched the shaft itself. The salty, musky taste of the slick cock juice made Devin shiver in bliss before he plunged his face around the tapered tip.

Morgan growled louder, bearing his teeth, his back arching. He moved his hand to hold Devin's head, guiding it down lower onto the cock. Morgan felt so powerful, so amazing, so happy to be the older brother. Devin sucked and slurped on the rod with both a practiced grace and a desire so profound that Morgan could feel its power washing over him. Devin sucked so hard and fast that Morgan lost all track of the rest of the world. He didn't think of the time of day, the day it was, or that a full moon was rising on the horizon... but the moon waited for no man.

The glowing orb continued to rise into the heavens, casting out its light. The wave of white light washed across the lawn filled with crickets, the shrubs, and then passed through the screen. The white light fell onto Morgan, sending a charge through him that he was convinced was Devin. Morgan's fingers tangled tightly in Devin's strawberry colored hair. With his firm grip, he drew Devin's head up and down, using his brother's face like a sex toy, though Devin was loving it. The younger brother sucked and slurped and licked the shaft up and down, coating every inch, worshipping it... but dreaming of things to come.

It wasn't the first time they had blown each other, but it had never led to anything past that. If the camera was on, if it truly was time, this was only a warm up. Devin continued to work, but the lust that pumped through Morgan's veins was reaching levels they had never before experienced. Morgan felt his heart racing, his cheeks flushing. He loved Devin so much, but he felt a stronger need, a stronger urge. He let go of Devin's head and grabbed him by the shoulders, lifting him up.

Devin looked surprised as the cock popped out of his mouth but Morgan brought his brother up with surprising strength until they kissed once more. Morgan's lips pried Devin's apart and once more he plunged his tongue in, tasting his own cock juices on his brother's mouth. It was a potent mix, just like the cool feeling of Devin's nipple rings tracing his chest. The two brothers kissed and embraced most fully, but the light continued to pour over Morgan, burning his blood and awakening the beast inside him more every moment. Morgan's canine teeth stretched into long fangs before the other teeth started to follow.

Morgan was overcome with lust. He couldn't stand it anymore. He had to have his brother. He grabbed Devin by the shoulders once more and pushed him away, sending him toward the foot of the bed, landing on all fours. Morgan sprung up and flipped forward, pinning his brother to the mattress, trapping him on his stomach. Morgan slowly moved to trace his cock up and down Devin's backside. The feel of the heat and girth made Devin shudder in anticipation, a fact that turned Morgan on even more. As his eyes took on a brighter gold color he clanged to the window and then right back. He had forgotten it; he had forgotten the full moon.

"Your fantasies are finally coming true." Morgan said with a grin before he pushed in. Both brothers groaned in surprise and bliss as Morgan's shaft spread Devin's pucker wide and filled him for the first time. Devin's fingers curled in the blankets as he took his brother in deep. It was more than he could have hoped for and everything he wanted. Devin panted hard, but not nearly as hard as Morgan. With each pant, Morgan's chest was expanding, rounding and swelling. His pectorals had started to thicken, his abdomen firming. In the back of his mind Morgan remembered who he had been three months ago, a prude that thought masturbation would make him go blind and drop out. Now he was fucking his brother and becoming a beast. Life wasn't bad.

Morgan pushed until he was in as deep as Devin's body would allow. His brother's flesh was stretched tightly, but he would loosen in time. Morgan pulled back out, but as he gazed down he could see that he was already changing even more. His cock was redder, the base swollen, the shaft changing even more. Morgan bore his fangs again before he thrust in, sliding back and forth, building up momentum. He could feel his cock changing and growing, but Devin hadn't seemed to notice. He was too focused on finally being filled by his brother's shaft. Devin moaned and groaned, on his hands and knees, taking the thick meat into his ass, but Morgan was focused on more than just mating his brother, he was watching his change.

Morgan's hands ached and throbbed as the nails turned black and started to stretch out, thicken and curve. His fingers grew puffy and thicker, then the tips of his fingers swelled out into rounded pads. The same pads pushed out of his palms a few moments later, giving him the raw anatomy of paws. His hands gripped Devin's hips, holding him in place and steadying him as he fucked, but Morgan watched the dark blood red hair from his arms grow out over his hands, filling in the gaps, thickening into soft fur. It was almost like he had fur gloves on, a fact that both excited and sickened Morgan.

Devin's cock swayed forward and back with each thrust, slapping his stomach, staying hard. Devin moaned, his heart racing. Sweat beaded his chest and forehead, a tribute to everything to their first session and how active it was. Devin groaned sharply, forcing his eyes open, looking around... before he spotted a point of light on the bed. He looked around before he realized it came from the window and the full moon beyond.

"Morgan!" Devin gasped in shock, realizing what his brother meant. All his fantasies WERE coming true. He wasn't just getting fucked by his brother; he was getting fucked by a transforming werewolf. Devin's excitement only assisted in the progression of matters. His ass fluttered and quivered, the muscles massaging Morgan's lycan shaft, making him fuck even harder. Morgan tilted his hips instinctively, bringing the head to slide in just right and strike Devin's prostate.

Devin's back arched sharply as saliva leaked from the corner of his mouth, his eyes glazing over with pure, unadulterated pleasure. It was as if the very core of him had been touched. Sensing the pleasure he brought Devin, Morgan thrust in, striking the very same spot over and over again. Devin drooled more, feeling drunk with pleasure, unable to move much... but Morgan had the moving down.

Morgan felt so powerful and so good. It just felt right that he could incapacitate his little brother with pleasure, making him feel things no man would ever make him feel again. Morgan dug his paws into Devin's hips, the claws gripping tightly, but the change continued. The bones in Morgan's arms shifted, followed soon after by the muscles and then the flesh. His elbow reoriented, his shoulders started to change. Morgan was forced to release Devin's hips, changing his position to have his paws on his back as he speared in. The hair on Morgan's arms grew thicker, remaining as soft as fur... but his arms weren't the only thing changing.

Pops, snaps and crackles came from Morgan's feet as they changed. His toe length shifted, his arch increased and claws pushed out of the tip of his toes. He grunted sharply as his paw pads pushed out, followed soon after by the ruddy red fur. The changes moved up his changing legs, then his knees, then his hips. Every change made him into more of an animal. His chest fell onto Devin's back; his rutting became more instinctive, the canine cock spearing deep. Morgan panted with more intensity, the rutting sinking into his brain. Even the rational enjoyment of the situation faded until all he knew was pressure, wetness, heat and lust and pleasure.

Devin panted hard as well, feeling more and more of Morgan's weight on him, knowing he was taking on his feral shape. Devin had to admit it was sexy... The idea of a big red wolf mating him. Devin moaned, his cock squirting out a load of clear precum onto the bed. He writhed and basked in it all, thinking of the last full moon when he'd held Morgan, comforted him, helped him through the change. If this was to be their new way every month, it was a good way.

Morgan growled and gnashed his fangs as they grew, still fucking with all his might. While the changes had reached his torso, they were cementing themselves. His arms and legs continued to become more animal, his body changing to accommodate it. Soft patches of fur pushed out of Morgan's chest, growing thick and fluffy and soft before spreading out slowly. He moaned sharply as his chest grew out even more, his abs defining themselves before disappearing beneath a nice layer of fuzz.

In the midst of the pleasure and pain, somehow Morgan started to think again. He contemplated the change, what was happening. He was a wolf. He hadn't asked for it, it was a part of him. It was a part of him that brought him and the love of his life together. He had been trying to deny it for so long, but there was no fighting what he was. To view part of himself as other was unhealthy. It was him, and if he stopped fighting it, Morgan wondered if he'd be able to better control it. He grunted as his ass cheeks pushed apart, making room for his tailbone to push out, thick fur emerging from the length as it swayed behind him, becoming fluffier.

Morgan leaned on Devin even more, his body shifting into the final stages. His stomach shrank and his chest rounded more, giving him the body of a feral wolf from the shoulders down. Morgan panted hard, coming to grips with his animal body. It felt almost even more forbidden to mate his brother like this, like some common dog... which made it even more delightful. He groaned sharply in that realization, feeling the pressure build in his face. Morgan thought back to what he had said the month before as he changed while Devin sucked him off, when he had said 'I love you and so does the wolf'... but that wasn't fitting anymore. They weren't separate, they were one.

"I love you, Devin." Morgan whispered before the change hit his face. His skull throbbed and ached before his bone pushed out forward, the skin stretching tight across it. His chin flesh started to darken, dark red fur growing out almost like a beard. Both sides of his upper lip darkened as well before strands of a split mustache grew out. His upper lip started to curve and split as his cheeks tingled. Long, thick black whiskers pushed out from the sides of his face. White fur grew out around his red goatee next, pushing down his throat to grow into his furry white chest. Morgan continued to sniff at the air as his nose started to change. His nostrils flared and the entire nose pushed out wider. The tip lifted up as the flesh became tougher and more rubbery, darkening to a dark black.

"I love you too Morgan." Devin said, moaning sharply, knowing the camcorder was capturing every moment of their love making. Devin pushed his hips back, meeting the furry groin of his brother. Morgan panted hard, his ears stretching into points that migrated up tot eh top of his head, his hair reducing into a soft mane of red fur. As the last bones settled into place, it was done. Morgan was a werewolf, a lycan, a feral beast humping and fucking his human brother. A contented growl filled his mind as the wolf and human finally became one and the same, the same being, the same entity.

The fusion was just enough to push the wolf over the edge. He lifted his muzzle toward the ceiling and let out a howl of triumph that shook every window in the house. As he howled, his balls seized up and potent, hot lycan speed rushed into Devin's ass. Devin moaned and panted, feeling his entire backside covered with the furry wolf body. Devin had never felt more loved, fulfilled or complete in his life. He felt his own orgasm quickly approaching, but before it could get there, a sudden cramp made him yelp in pain.

Morgan's ears quirked forward as he looked down at Devin. Devin's hand tightened as a cramp passed through it. It took all of his will to open his fingers back up, but as he opened his fist, he saw that his fingernails were pushing into wickedly sharp black claws. Devin gazed at his hand for a long moment before he moaned, still feeling his brother filling his ass. Devin's eyes darted to his other hand, a normal hand for a moment before the pain wracked it. Soon the nails on that hand began to push out as well.

"It's happening... Oh brother, you woke the wolf in me..." Devin said with a wide grin. Despite the pain of his bones changing, the pleasure was infectious. Morgan moved to nuzzle and lick Devin's neck as the changes took deeper root in Devin. Devin panted sharply, keeping one palm upturned, watching his fingertips swell into pads, his palms following soon after. His fingers shortened, his hand widened, his wrist shifted. But by bit, it became a paw instead of a hand... and the changes spread. He could feel a tingling moving through his blood and up his bones, aching like his growth spurts... except in reverse. Devin moaned as his arms tightened and became denser, though his muscles were pushing out, giving him new strength. It was the most profound experience of his life, but Morgan was right there to help his little brother as his little brother had helped him.

Morgan nuzzled and licked Devin's hair, reassuring him that he would be okay, that it would all work out. Devin leaned forward a bit, letting his brother's weight push down on his back, the thick canine cock still inside, though as they moved it squirmed. Devin shuddered, his own cock throbbing again, rebuilding toward the orgasm he had missed. His cock throbbed and ached until it was so hard it practically stung. The shaft wobbled beneath him, swinging like a pendulum, but it was doing more than that. It was starting to grow. He felt fully hard, but his manhood pushed past that. It grew to six inches long, then seven. It was longer and slender, but then it started to thicken up as well, looking closer to what a porn star might have.

Devin tilted his head back, hissing in pleasure, his canine teeth pushing into fangs as he did so. His entire body felt so very good. His nipples swelled larger, the rings sticking out more. His smooth shaved body started developing patches of red fur across the chest and under the arms, and his cock pushed out to eight inches, then nine, then nine and a half. It was so much larger and the pride of that was infectious to Devin's impressionable mind. He writhed more and more, resting on his front paws, though the change hadn't advanced much up his arms.

Unlike Morgan's change from the outside in, Devin seemed to be changing from his core outward. The fur spread across his chest, part of it blanching to white wile the rest remained as it was. Fur swept down his torso and over his shoulders, hugging his ribs and closing across his back. It almost looked like he had on a fur vest and gloves before his arm hair pushed out, thickening into fur as well. Devin panted harder, grunting as his ears pushing into points but remained largely unchanged. Devin felt so different, so good, and he wanted more. Slowly Devin started easing himself forward and then back, sliding around on Morgan's cock. Morgan grunted, his erection returning, starting to thrust into Devin again. His thick wolf cock churned the seed in Devin's ass already, working it deeper by the moment.

Devin dug into the mattress more and more, his claws tearing through Morgan's blankets and sheets. Devin snarled as he embraced the change, taking it completely differently than his brother. While Morgan had split himself from the wolf for months, Devin knew what he was. He had been born a werewolf at heart and now he was becoming his true self. He embraced it from the start. The wolf radiated from his heart... sadly, that wolf radiation had a painful effect on his body. His ribs pushed around, his chest swelled and his stomach shrank. His shoulders bulked out and as his ass cheeks pushed aside, his pelvis shifted to accommodate the thick tail pushing out. Red fur exploded from the length as it pushed up between Devin's back and Morgan's stomach, trapped between their bodies. Morgan grunted happily, fucking Devin harder, falling back into the swing of things.

Devin grunted hard and then nearly collapsed as his hips changed, but the lust of becoming a wolf was so great that he ignored the pain. Fur swept down his legs and across his feet, but before the fur could get there, the bones and muscles were changing. His feet narrowed and shifted, claws pushing out and paw pads growing in. The fur swept between the changes, covering everything that needed to be covered. More bones creaked and twisted until Devin's lower body had fallen into shape, the shape of a feral wolf male with a human cock and a human head. Devin was at the edge of orgasm, feeling Morgan grope around his ass with his cock. He basked in it deeply, loving every moment, ever nuance. He couldn't stand to resist any longer, but when Morgan hit his prostate again, it was all over.

Devin lifted his head up and let out his own first howl, the voice changing as his human vocal chords became those of a wolf. His face cracked and grew out around the howl, his face pushing into a muzzle. Whiskers exploded form his cheeks, his eyebrow ridges changed, his ears grew taller and fuzzier as they started to move. His head was a constant metamorphosis, but his shaft was changing as well. More blood flooded the peach colored cock, making it redder and redder by the second. The mushroom shaped head began pushing out into a tapered point before veins bulged along the meat, followed by an expanding base.

The new wolf continued to howl as his cock grew into his wolf form. It surged out to ten inches, then eleven, then twelve... just a bit shorter than Morgan's cock was in his feral form. It was impressive, but so was Devin's growing muzzle. His nose had turned black and leathery, upturning slowly. His upper lip split, white fur dominated his mouth, chin and throat and his ears were tall atop his head. Devin looked around as his green eyes became flecked with gold, then ringed by it, matching the look of his brother. There were no other wolves like them anywhere, but it was clear that they were related... Rusty red colored wolves with white underbellies, almost like foxes but most certainly wolves. Well endowed, muscled, strong... and fully feral. The traces of the human brothers were gone, leaving only two massive canines.

Devin's howl continued, leading to a thick stream of his first wolf orgasm. The last of his human cum sprayed out of his thick wolf cock before the semen thickened into something more worthy of a beast of the night. Feral yellow wolf cum filled the room with spice and musk, the smell of sex and beasts. As his brother completed the change, Morgan felt overcome with pride, cascading over into bliss once more. Again his balls seized up and he sprayed into his brother, his rutting cock churning the seed inside Devin's ass. Morgan humped and ground against Devin until his brother collapsed into a furry heap and Morgan collapsed on top of him, the two exhausted, passing out cold.

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As Devin started to stir towards wakefulness, he felt a moist chill in the air. The window had been left open all night and the dew had settled. He stirred a bit before he pushed himself up, though strings of left over cum connected him to his sheets. He murmured in surprise, thinking for a moment it was all a dream before he saw how torn up the bed sheets were. A grin crossed his sleepy face as he realized it was more than just a dream. He was a werewolf, just like his brother... And they had mated. Devin turned, looking at the bed. Morgan was gone, though he could still smell him in the house.

Devin's eyes widened as he realized his sense of smell had improved so much. He slowly stepped out of bed and moved for the camcorder. It was turned off and the memory card had been extracted already. Devin looked around in confusion before he pulled a long t-shirt on to cover his groin and padded out down the hall toward the living room where he found Morgan fiddling with the television. Devin grinned, hopping over the back of the couch.

"Are we going to watch it?" Devin asked.

"That was the plan since mom and dad aren't back." Morgan smirked, turning the television on. He reached for the flash memory slot but found there was already a card in it. As the television turned on, the TV automatically played the file on the card. Their father's face appeared in the screen, showing a red headed man in his early fifties, his hair pulled back into a pony tail. The camera was high enough quality that it showed the flecks of gold in his eyes, the same flecks both sons now had.

"Morgan, Devin... If you are seeing this, it means that you have both gone through your first change. We're sorry that we weren't able to tell you ourselves, but the first change builds the character of the wolf that is born out of it... and to keep you from becoming omegas, it was important to let you experience it on your own... and with each other." Their father said on the screen. Morgan and Devin were both wide eyed in shock, frozen where they were.

"Did he..." Devin trailed off.

"So, my sons, you are a pack now... and most likely mated. I have to admit, having two boys is a lot easier than having a boy and a girl, they tend to try and kill each other on the first change." Their father said before sobering, "Now... You might be wondering what is coming next. We have been saving up for years and are out this morning house hunting for you and the pack you will build. It won't be easy, but we will guide you in the steps that are necessary. You already have the most important part of your pack, each other." He explained before the video went dark.

"He's a wolf too..." Morgan whispered.

"And mom probably." Devin added.

"So all those times she told us to have fun-" Morgan was interrupted.

"Don't even think of it. We'll pretend they don't know for our own sanity." Devin said quickly.

"We're getting our own house..." Morgan said. Devin grinned slowly.

"All the sex we can manage..." Devin whispered.

"I'll need to get a job." Morgan mused.

"Just don't work graveyard... unless it's at a costume shop." Devin grinned. Morgan smirked and slapped his brother upside the head. Devin grinned at that before moving to straddle Morgan. The two gazed into each other's eyes for a long moment before they leaned in close and kissed each other deeply. Morgan wrapped his arms around Devin's waist and Devin wrapped his arms around Morgan's neck. The two were inseparable.