CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT

He was acutely aware of his heart pounding inside his chest. Each rapid thud sending blood flowing through his body, making his skin crawl and his limbs tingle with need. He had always admired Jaeger, far more than their other siblings -- he felt undeniably powerful as their pelts intertwined and their bodies melded into one. They would someday be reincarnated as gods, he was certain of it, and they would be welcomed with begging pleas into Valhalla alongside the Aesir and the Vanir.

Despite the thrill of it all, he couldn't help but feel vaguely nervous as well. Jaeger was unpredictable at times, and yet he did not dare show his hesitation. Kaprasius was not a man of violence, no; he was much more concerned with pleasure, both receiving it and offering it to whoever was willing. And yet he grew strangely aroused at thought of what the two were capable of together, pushing back roughly against his brother, feeling a shiver run inescapably down his spine.

The man whimpered, filled with longing and desperation. They could never truly become one, as man and woman could; as he suddenly wanted so badly. Had the gods punished them? Or perhaps they had just made them for something greater than simply worldly pleasures? He let a soft gasp of air escape his lips as he felt Jaeger's fangs slide across his throat. So much danger lurked before him, and he was all too aware of it. And yet he trusted him. "Taste me," he offered softly, groaning as the warmth between his legs became all too obvious. The wolf's neck would arch waiting for the man to get a taste of what could of been -- and hoping desperately he would not lose control of himself, because he was desperately looking forward to what they could do as a team now...