M - Thanks for the Memories

Izaak · 10-05-2010, 03:34 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jacoby; 729 words

If there were anyone that could make Izaak feel scared and worried then it was his little brother. He loved Sascha deeply. He had such a special bond with the slightly younger male. But that wasn't really too strange was it? Not when he was the one that had always been around for his brother since his injury. Or well, injuries. One of which Zak had caused. And when his brother had avoided him after losing his tail had hurt Izaak, lending into a spiral of depression where he would huddle off by himself. During that time Izaak would remain curled up in the dark until his mother had caused him to perform but those motions had just been robotic. He had been trained just what to do and did it but there were no expressions of joy and contentment from him. And after it was done, instead of cuddling up and trying to get a bit more love and affection, he would just return to his corner to wait to be called out to play again. The only thing he had to cling to during that time was his brother's tail, inhaling the scent nightly.

So it was Sascha that could easily bring him back to that point again. Izaak had no idea about his own issues. The only thing he could remember was waking up with his brother's tail after expressing how he liked it and wanted it. He had always assumed that it was an amazing act of love. Since his brother couldn't speak that he had given up his tail to show how much he loved and cared for Izaak. Zak saw it as being the ultimate sacrifice and so he took special care of the tail.

The lick to his lips said what his brother couldn't. It expressed that Izaak was alone in his affections. They had their ups and their downs, like anyone else did, but in the end his brother still loved and cared for him. The simple gesture relieved a bit of the apprehension that the coyote boy had though the rest would soon disappear with yet another touch. Sascha knew him well and knew just what to do to remove those doubts that Izaak only ever got around his brother. After all Izaak didn't want his baby brother to ever go back to hating him again.

Each new touch had the worries in his mind being put to rest bit by bit. The rubbing on his thigh expressed that his brother wasn't upset with him at the moment. But the final touch between his legs had all the worries and doubt fleeing. Sascha still loved him and had missed him. Izaak gasped as the heat of his brother's hand enveloped him and he couldn't help but to press into the touch with a slight whimper. He was silently begging his brother not to stop but to give him more.

But he had something to give his brother as well, or at least something for Sascha to borrow. The tail that had given Izaak such joy, as well as a period of darkness, was removed from his own tail so that he could tie it to the stub that Sascha had left. He smiled up at his brother, wanting him to feel as special as Izaak had when he had assumed that Sascha had given him his tail. Granted Izaak now felt naked without it tied to his tail any longer. There was even a bald ring on his tail from where his brother's tail was always tied to it. "Schöne." The single word was whispered out as he lightly touched the scarring on his brother's face. Sascha had always been beautiful to him. After all it was Izaak that their mother had called ugly because of who his father was.

Zak slowly pulled away from his brother. He didn't really want to lose the touch from his exposed equipment but he also wanted to return the affections. The boy climbed off on the bed in order to kneel on the floor. He turned his gaze up to stare at Sascha as tongue came out to lick at the crotch of his brother's pants. It was a wordless hint that his brother should get rid of them. That what Izaak really wanted was beneath them and they were in the way.

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