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Logan and Luke made it home within about half an hour of walking. They shuffled inside and closed the door, locking it. Logan rushed into the kitchen, being watched by a confused Luke. Logan shortly after emerged with a tube of Neosporin and a clean rag, moving to Luke. "I'm fine...It's a little scratch-- ahahh!" Luke yelped as the cream hit the scratches on his muzzle, it'd been a bit deeper than he thought.

Logan frowned and kept gently dabbing the cuts wiping away the dried up blood, Luke trying his best to hold back whimpers. After cleaning the scratches, he bandaged them, and looked over his handiwork. "You've been cleaning me up a lot after fights; you've gotten really good at it. Let's pray that doesn't scar, or else Mom will have my tail." Luke said, Logan replied with an inaudible chuckle. "I'm going to go and take a shower." Logan nodded, and pointed to the kitchen. "Ah yeah...I'm starving heh. Get me when you finish dinner?" Luke asked. Logan nodded and smiled, and made way into the kitchen, as his brother went upstairs.

Luke stretched as he stepped into the bathroom and got the water ready, minding the bandage as he slipped out of his clothes, checking himself in the mirror, parting his fur to see a few bruises on his skin. "Damn cat did a number on me this time...Got em good myself though." Moving under the steaming water, he gave a groan as it relived aches over his body, lathering himself with shampoo, breathing in the pleasant mint smell.

Logan busy downstairs, waited till his brother left upstairs and sighed, thinking back on the event that occurred only an hour and a half ago, playing back perfectly. Logan had been on the ground, watching Luke confront Miller...It'd been very arousing honestly, already he felt his sheath stirring as his cock started to stir, leaning back against the counter, biting his lower lip as he rubbed a hand down his stomach to his pants, undoing the button and unzipping his pants, letting his bulge free.

He stroked himself through his underwear, grasping his cock, the material rubbing his cock as he stroked; his brother's angry face, dominant looking, and protective flashing through his thoughts at random, within a minute his jeans and underwear were at his ankles, bare rear back against the counter to keep himself up, keeping a steady speed on his cock. His head went back, face to the ceiling, searching his thoughts for any similar images of his brother; him in his red swim shorts last summer, his wet chest, the peeking waistline, and that same protective look, all fueled Logan's strokes.

Upstairs Luke peeked at his groin, his own red member sliding out, he shuddered under the steamy water, and put a little soap on his hands, grabbing his member, lather forming around his hand and cock as he began to rub himself, quick images of Logan's innocent face, smiling at him, different than his own smile despite their resemblance, him yawning one night, his pink tongue visible. Luke's hand glided faster, he leaned forward against the shower wall, as the water poured down his back, mouth open with a low groan.

It wasn't long before both wolves got closer. Logan grabbed a paper towel, catching his seed in it, blushing and throwing it away and pulling his bottoms back up, relieved to still hear the shower upstairs. With a sigh he got to work getting dinner ready, grabbing the little counter grill and starting some hamburgers; while they cooked he cut some tomato and lettuce.

Luke tensed up and gave a small moan as he came, the white fluid swirling down the drain. He panted and straightened up, washing the soap from his sheathe and cock as it began to soften. He sighed, the smile of his brother the remaining image in his head. How he loved that smile. He blushed, he knew he loved his brother a lot more than usual sibling love, the sexual urges having started months ago, unaware that his brother was having these same urges, and just as long.

Stepping out and grabbing a towel, Luke went into the bedroom and changed into a pair of shorts, with a simple T-Shirt, and followed his nose downstairs to the smell of the food Logan was preparing. Logan had just finished setting the table and placing the cut tomatoes and lettuce on a dish, as well as a jar of pickles and some cheese slices. Luke walked in. "Hey little bro. everything all done?"

Logan nodded and smiled, handing Luke a plate with two buns and a patty so he could dress it, pointing to the condiments. The two sat down and began to eat. "So anything you want to do tonight? I was going to set a movie up; Mom gave us money to rent something." Luke said, looking up at Logan, who nodded in agreement, although distant. Luke tilted his head and leaned in. "Something wrong..? You've been a bit off since we got home." Logan heard that worried tone in his brother's voice, and sighed, getting up to get a notebook and pen.

After a few seconds of writing, he passed the notebook to his brother. 'Do you think I am weak and useless, like Miller says...I sat back the whole time you fought him...I should have helped...You stand up for me, and protect me from bullies, but I never help you..' Luke squinted as he read and looked up at Luke who began to tear up a little, wiping his eyes.

"Logan...You help me more than you know...Just seeing you safe and happy are enough to make me happy. I know you've never been much a fighter. Is this what's been bugging you?

Logan wiped his eyes and thought the words over, taking the notebook and writing more. 'It has, yes...I'm not big on fighting but you looked like you needed my help, you got hurt.' He wrote, passing it back.

After reading it, Luke nodded. "True, but I can handle it. I'm just glad YOU weren't hurt. You keep me happy just being yourself...you've always been there for me in my rough times...And help me get back up from them. You do so much more than you think for me. So don't think you don't help me. Because you're wrong.

Logan smiled, and gave a soft chuckle, cheeks red under his fur. He got up and embraced his brother in a tight hug, giving a gentle nuzzle at his shoulder. The words his brother said reached him deeply, he never knew he made his brother so happy and at peace. Luke chuckled softly and hugged back. "I'm your big brother...Even if by only twenty minutes, I'll be there to protect you, against anyone who tries to take advantage of you for being you. Now come on. You got pick a movie, you know what I like. I'll clean up in here since you cooked."

Logan nodded and smiled, still red under his fur, thankful that it didn't spread any further up his face. And grabbed the TV remote switching to a movie rental channel, and browsing. Luke watched his brother walk off, blushing as he caught himself eyeing his brothers figure, and shook his head, gathering the dishes and putting away any leftover food, joining him on the couch.

Logan had chosen an action movie, one of those purely stunt and shooters, that Luke enjoyed. He sat idly and played his DS, watching every now and then. By the near end of the movie, Logan was slumped against Luke, passed out, DS beside him open, that smile on his face. Luke moved a hand down, petting it over one of Logan's ears, gently rubbing it. He felt the other wolf relax and nestle closer in his sleep, sighing softly. Luke chuckled softly, and his face got warm

He did that watching the rest of his show, and woke Logan up when it went off, who shuffled upstairs tiredly to get ready for bed, waving a hand at Luke, in a goodnight. Luke turned everything off, and checked the doors, and went up to their room. Logan was already passed out, jeans and shirt discarded on the floor. Following suit Luke slid into bed and stretched out, lying on his side, watching his brothers sleeping face, curious what he was dreaming about. He closed his own eyes and soon fell asleep as well.