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The Aftermath: Fight For This Love

Nine in the morning. I took the chance that my brothers weren't home and started doing random stuff. First thing that came up to my mind was trying out the liqueur that Tyler had hidden from Jack... too bad I've seen him hiding it. I'm not even sure how long it took me to drink entire bottle but it was tasty and kind of warming up inside... let's hope Tyler won't get mad. (He's so going to...)

As soon as I finished the bottle my mind was full of stupid ideas and felt like turning some of them into reality. The next 2 hours were pretty fun; dressing up into weird style combinations with random music on:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsdXPPp8dNk&feature=related

I look at the mirror and see myself with loose, black jeans, black leather jacket and a white T-shirt with black skull pattern on it. I also had a fake earring.

"Wow... I am so not fitting the emo type..."

Some time later I came back with red leather fingerless gloves, black jeans with wide sleeves and a fire pattern on the left one as well as no shirt on.

"Pyromania, pyromania ow, ow OW! Hic!..."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VCLxJd1d84s&feature=relmfu

"I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby, but you keep fronting, saying what you going do to me, but I ain't seen nothing."

Blue jeans shorts, toxic-green male bikini top... Where the hell Tyler is getting these clothes from?

"Oh noes! My clothes got no buttons! ...hic!" - I said to myself before heading back upstairs, picking random stuff from our closets.

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"Onions, carrots, pasta, tomato puree... God, is shopping boring..." - Jack's been mumbling stuff like this for the past half an hour. He hates shopping.

"Well, sorry you can't live on cum alone." - I replied and chuckled as he punched my shoulder.

He started looking at the different types of cereal while I leaned in and whispered into his ear: "Cum slut..."

"Eat shit and choke on it." - He replied and grabbed cereal box of Nesquik.

"Is that your type of kink? Watching others eating shit? You sick dog." - I couldn't help but to carry on teasing him.

"Better than sticking your rocket up Emjay's butt..."

This time I got annoyed: "I stopped two months ago when he found out about our conversation..."

"You mean HE stopped..."

It was true... Jack was right... and I knew it deep inside.

2 Months Ago

„I... I hate it... I hate it when he looks at me with that spark in his eye. As if he was thinking: 'Damn... I am the luckiest fur in the world.' ...I hate that I find everything about him perfect... that I can't find any reason to stop loving him as much as he loves me... I am hurting him, Jack... and he doesn't realize how much."

I heard Emjay go back upstairs. It's obvious he heard me.

Few hours later I got ready for bed and went over to my room... Emjay was not there. Now I was sure he did hear me... once again I've hurt him...

"Emjay?" - I said and knocked on his door. He didn't answer so I opened the door. We have this little rule: When we go "Come in" then we're happy to see you in the room. If we don't answer then something is wrong but you can enter anyway. If we say "Go away" then expect something bad if you try to enter the room.

"Emjay... can I talk to you?" - I asked, seeing him on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He didn't answer and so I walked up to him and tried to hug but he instantly avoided my arms.

"I will make this easier for you." - He said before moving away onto other side of the bed. I knew what he meant and felt my guts hurting from what Emjay said... Did he really mean that?

"So I will never be able to hug you again?"

"Is it not what you wanted?" - He asked with a tear in his eye.

"I-... I don't know." - That's all I could say... Few seconds later I left the room and headed for sleep. I never got to be close to him again. We acted like brothers but... I miss him in a way. I miss his true feelings towards me.

The Present

"Do you have to remind me?" - I said and lost my good mood. He realized that and stayed silent until we finished shopping. After leaving the shop we heard a woman screaming followed by quick steps. There was a guy with hood on sprinting our way with a handbag. Before taking another second to think I stood in the way and tackled the guy, causing him to fall on his back with me on top. His hood dropped... That fox face looks somewhat familiar but I couldn't really tell more because of the black lines of paint he had smeared over his face. The guy snarled at me and punched before placing footpaws on my chest and kicking me over himself with quite a strength. I landed on my chest as he placed paws on the ground above head and used them to jump back to his footpaws before pulling hood back over his head and facing me with some sort of karate stance and a handbag in the paw. It looked sort of awkward.

"You can't be serious?" - I said. Is that fox trying to be like a sort of Jackie Chan guy? Meh... He doesn't look strongly built except for average musculature on his bare chest. I charged at him, aiming a knockout punch but he leaned back all the way, almost touching the floor with his head while using left footpaw to kick me in the muzzle. The guy doesn't stop at that. He goes low and swings the handbag at my legs, causing me to trip over before standing back up and making this stupid karate stance again. Jack watched in awe.

That fox is annoying. I got up and cracked my knuckles. He didn't waste time and aimed another high kick but I ducked... that didn't work. He kept perfect balance while standing on his right leg and wrapped the left one around my neck before using it to lift himself up and kick me in the muzzle. Before I fell, he somehow placed both footpaws on my chest and kicked off with all his strength, doing a high back flip in the air before landing on his footpaws with grace as I hit the floor once more.

"Who the fuck are you?" - I asked. If he can fight that well why does he bother stealing instead of going for some real job that will fit his skills?

"No one you care about." - I heard hate in his voice... I didn't get what he said. It technically made sense but not fully.

He then showed me a middle finger before running off. Jack wanted to help me up but I refused and got up myself. My pride just got hurt badly... I've been defeated by some stupid thief.

The journey back home was a silent one. Jack tried to cheer me up a few times but I completely lost the mood... that is until we reached our house and opened the door.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1r9ghI7YcL0&ob=av3e

The music was on and quite loud and there were clothes all over the living room as well as an empty liqueur bottle on the table.

I heard Emjay singing: "I don't give a *Beep* Keep lookin' at my *Beep* 'Cause it don't mean a thing if you lookin' at my *Beep* Imma do my thing while you're playing with your *Beep."

Emjay was next to a mirror, looking at himself with such unusual clothes that Jack dropped his bag of vegetables. Our lil' brother looked at us with huge nerd glasses, sexy black high-cut top with one long and one short sleeve, black ankle-warmers and a pair of sky-blue briefs. The briefs' waistband had a red word 'Precious' on it. I had my eyebrows high while Jack used wall for a support as he almost choked laughing.

"You're back..." - Said Emjay as if he thought we'll spend entire night at shop. I didn't answer since there was something that I couldn't understand at first... looking at him I saw something more than a cute lil' brother... The martial arts lessons and next stage of puberty caused him to actually look like a very sexy fur... He even got a slight sixpack on the belly. The smell of alcohol was coming from Emjay... heh, that silly pup drunk the entire liqueur. I walked up to him and kneeled before chuckling.

"You're okay?" - I asked, seeing him being a bit daydreamy.

"Yeah, I just feel awkward." - He replied with a blush hidden under those big nerd glasses. It was so cute. I looked down at his underwear and chuckled at the word 'Precious' before making a comment about it: "Yes, you are." Without thinking I placed paws on his shoulders. This caused him to shiver and move away... did I really hurt him that much?

"Emjay... you are overreacting whenever someone even places a finger on the tip of your nose. What's wrong?"

"I better clean this up..." - He clearly tried to ignore my question but I didn't feel like giving up.

"Emjay... I am sorry but we have to talk about this."

"About what? The fact I've been rejected by you two times now... the fact an innocent fox died because of me or the fact I was your fuckbuddy but you were scared of falling in love with me?"

How does he manage to put everything into a single sentence? I grabbed his arms and held him in place: "I think we need to make something clear, bro... The fact you've been 'rejected' by me two times is because I want to protect you from myself. You don't realize how fucked up your life can be when being in love with a sibling. Yes... I made a mistake the first time when entering the bus... I wish I never did. This is why I want you to live with me... because I care about you. Your friend did not die because of you. It was his choice to go into that forest with you... and no... you are not my 'fuckbuddy'... you never were. Being so close to you was the best thing ever... heck, it still is, even without the physical contact... but I am responsible for you and therefore I have to protect you from what is wrong... in this case it was me." Tears were running down his cheeks and so I hugged him. This time he let me.

"Yes, Emjay... I am scared of falling in love with you... I am scared because of the differences and similarities between us. First of all you are my brother... this fact itself makes our relationship awkward. Second of all you are 6 years younger than me. You are not even half way through your puberty and having such sexual experience in this age is not natural. And third but the least important reason is that we are both males... To us it might be nothing but when some people combine this fact with two previous ones, then we can be considered mentally unstable."

"W-why can't I be happy for once?" - Asked Emjay while sobbing into my shoulder.

"Of course you can. Stop thinking love is the only way to be happy. Find hobbies. Find interested. Don't limit yourself. You're having martial arts lessons almost every day, if you like it that much then expand your daily routine on that. In a few years time you might even have a job that is somewhat related to your hobby."

"As long as it's not stealing handbags." - Said Jack while poking me with an elbow. I gave 'the look' to shut him up, knowing he's trying to tease me. Emjay looked at us with confusement and so Jack took the chance: "A thief kicked shit out of your brother."

"And he looked a bit like your fox friend which seems creepy." - I added, remembering it now.

"Roy? That's impossible." - Emjay stated.

"That's why I said it's creepy."

"Roy would never steal anyway. He's a good guy."

Jack sat down on the couch and switched music off before turning TV on.

"Hey!" - I shouted. "You ain't helping me with the dinner?"

Jack just stretched and yawned. "Sorry bro, I'm tired."

"Lazy bastard." - I mumbled and went over to the kitchen. Emjay followed.

"Tyler... Back to the subject we talked about earlier... If... If I wait."

"The age gap between us won't change and neither will change the fact we are brothers..."

"Please... don't do this to me."

"Emjay... don't make this harder. You think I enjoy this conversation?"

"No one has to know. We've-" - At this point he got interrupted by Jack:

"That's the guy! Emjay! Come here!"

Emjay stormed out of the kitchen and I decided to follow. That fox guy was on the news... someone must've filmed that moment I fought with him. Emjay watched with an open jaw.

"That's..... Roy... but..." - He then took his nerd glasses off and looked for a pair of jeans.

"Woah, woah, woah... hold it. What are you doing?" - I said while grabbing his shoulder. He moved away and started putting some black jeans on while explaining himself:

"I have to find him."

"No, you don't. Look, it's half past 10 in the evening. If it is him then he's probably in some sort of hideout by now."

"I don't care. I owe him my life."

"Emjay... I am your guardian. I ask-... no... I insist you to stay in the house or in the name of my tail I will drag you to your bedroom." I threatened him with a wooden spoon.

Jack chuckled: "Giggity." Next thing he knew was the back of a wooden spoon stuck in his nostril.

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I made my way upstairs, as Jack chased Tyler about, trying to shove the spoon up his older brother's butt. I would find it funny in a different situation.

"My brother won't stop me." - I thought while opening window in my room. 2 Minutes later I jumped down and landed with a roll to reduce impact. My brothers had no idea. They were too busy messing about. I could hear them still being in the living room:

"Jack! Stop it! Owch, a splinter!"

I've been wandering about the town for good 2 hours. On the TV they said that Roy has been stealing from people for a few weeks now and works mostly at night... A lonely pup like me would be perfect prey... why isn't he tr- There he is!

I saw a fox tail quickly hiding behind the corner. So he wants to surprise me? Heh... I started to make my way in direction of the corner. Just as I reached it Roy tried to reach out for me with a knife but I kicked it out of his paw. He didn't waste time and grabbed my leg which was still in the air before twisting it, causing me to land on all fours. He then hit my side with a knee, causing me to roll a bit on the floor. Roy didn't stop at that which was kind of scary... he aimed a kick at me but I crossed my arms and parried while on the floor before hooking his own footpaws, causing him to land on the floor as well, giving me time to get up. We both took a couple of seconds to get up and then we finally stopped in ready positions, looking at each other. It was definitely Roy. He had some paint on his muzzle and his clothes were unusual for him. He actually did look like some sort of professional thug. Unzipped hoodie, loose, black jeans and a hood over his head... all black.

I decided to try and talk to him: "You've changed..."

"I can say the same 'bout you. Since when did you learn how to fight?"

"I'm getting lessons. Listen... I'm glad you're back but you can't just steal from p-"

"Emjay... shut it, will ya? Don't try to teach me while being heartless yourself."

"W-what?"

"You left me... you forgot about me... I've been through hell because of you... And even though I hate you with passion... I don't feel like rippin' your heart out... but next time we meet I just might do."

Before thinking I got angry, growled and charged at him. He didn't expect it and certainly did not have time to react. I tackled him, falling on the floor with him underneath. I could see he was a bit shocked as I snarled at him.

"Listen, you piece of dumb shit! I cried my eyes out every day for the past few months and you call me heartless?"

For reasons unknown to me I then kissed him. Two seconds after that he did same thing he did to Tyler, placing footpaws on my chest and kicking me over himself. We both got up instantly.

"Cried your eyes out?" - He started with a sarcasm. "Poor you... well just to let you know. I've been mindlessly raped for the past months because you didn't bother to visit me at least once!"

He aimed a kick at my head but I grabbed his leg just above my shoulder and pushed him onto the wall, my muzzle next to his. Seems we both have two different feelings fighting each other. One is the fact we missed each other. Second one is hate because of what we've been through without each other.

"The doctors told me you have no chance of survival. I did not want to remember you the way you looked like in the hospital."

He headbutted my forehead, causing everything around to spin before growling and using entire force to punch me in the chest. I felt air escape my lungs as I hit the floor, still dazed. He got on his fours above me.

"You lost faith in me..." He licked my nose before punching it. I could smell blood but didn't care. My footpaw hit his crotch area. He groaned and I took the chance to punch him in the face, getting him off me.

We once again both got up.

"Tell me, Roy... you wouldn't? I owed you my life..." I once again pushed him onto the wall... what I didn't realize was that he picked the knife up earlier... now I could feel cold steel touching my neck. That didn't scare me as much as I thought it will and so I carried on: "...I felt guilty... I felt like I don't even deserve to live... If I was to see you on that bed every day to remind me of what I have done then my mind would freak out..." My muzzle was getting closer and closer, ignoring Roy's blade. He kept the knife on my neck but backed it away at the pace of me getting closer and closer to soon bury my tongue in his maw. He used that moment to swap places, twisting around and pushing me onto the wall yet not breaking the kiss. It was rough but I liked it... he ran the knife over my shirt, cutting it and slightly wounding my chest. I moaned in pain but carried on kissing with him while taking his hoodie off.

To Be Continued...

Story is copyright © Mickey Torrento