CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT

Usually Kapra was a man who was not at all hard to read; his emotions ranged very minimally. Initially upon seeing his brother, his joy had been hard to dismiss -- and yet it faded rather quickly, replaced by something rather unfamiliar to him. Confusion, hesitance ... his mind was spinning, and he felt unsure. His own insecurities seemed to bounce back off of Jaeger, who seemed taken aback by his expression, which was void of much emotion. So atypical; he would not have been surprised if his brother had revolted then and there, revoking the trust that had begun to grow between them, tearing his limbs from his body. And yet he received nothing in return for a long moment. He was confounded, and the lanky beast stood unsteadily on all four paws as he felt his brother writhing closer.

Everything about this was wrong. He felt it in his bones, sending a shiver down his spine and making his head . Wrong. Wrong. 'Bitte,' Jaeger whispered desperately. His voice was so different; so small that he couldn't it imagine it coming from a beast he had watched slay their own siblings. "So long as you promise not to leave me again," he nearly whimpered, feeling the dull thudding of the other man's chest against his own. "Your secrets are mine to keep, Jaeger; I love you," Such affection had not been displayed since their very early childhood, and yet the words fell effortlessly from ashen lips as their bodies intertwined devilishly. "Anything you need, just ask, and I will provide. This is what the gods intended for us," he murmured, pressing his mouth against Jaeger's ear. Overwhelmed with the urge for further contact, his tongue slithered out to run along the side of his ear, but he retracted quickly -- ever unsure. Slowly he would slide to the ground as his brother pressed into him, wanting nothing more than to let him know he would submit if he wished, for he wanted to truly earn his trust and love once again.