Who: Jamie and Dusty Where: Just outside of Circus Circus What: Twin kitties vs feral lycans! When: Saturday afternoon Rating: R+ for lycan killing and inappropriate smexiness Status: Complete
This was getting pathetic. He and Dusty didn't even talk anymore. Jamie, at this point, had even pretty much given up on getting his twin into bed again, but regardeless, putting sex aside (which was a rare and miraculous thing for Jamie to even do) he missed his brother. It wasn't that he needed the older boy to protect him or take care of him, he could do that himself, but Dusty was a part of him, his own remaining family, and now he felt like he'd lost him, too. It was quite depressing, and the worst part was, Jamie had no idea how to make things right.
More and more, he was spending time out of his own place, because it was too awkward, and even painful, to be around Dusty and have no idea what to say to him. He wanted to demand that the older boy be his twin again, be his brother, but he didn't even know how to go about saying anything like that. This was too important to just blurt it out, he had to be careful so that he didn't lose his brother forever.
But it was time to man up, the way he saw it. He needed to have this out with Dusty, so he made his way through the city back to the hotel where he and Dusty shared a suite. He was dodging fights all the way. He had no idea what was going on, why the city was swarming with lycans, none of whom he'd seen before and all of whom seemed rather unpleasant and combative, but he couldn't get into it with them, he had to talk to his brother.
However, apparently a pack of feral canines of some sort had a different idea. Just as he reached the hotel, he was swarmed. Instantly, he switched to his fighting form, shooting up several feel and becoming far more muscular, and then he was in it. The bastards were standing between him and his brother, and that just wasn't okay.