Izaak had gotten to Inferni not long before Sascha had made it. He had taken up residence in Cotl's room. The bed was sorts crowded with three bodies in it at night. The boy hadn't considered claiming his own room though. For all intents and purposes he saw this room as his room. There were so many interesting little trinkets in here. Something to always keep his attention. Perhaps once his attention faltered he would search for his own room. Right now he was still pretty much a child. His condition left this mind on the innocent side of things and didn't allow him to mature properly. He didn't experience the negative aspects of life as everyone else did. All of the abuse he just marked as something that everyone went through. He didn't know any better. He figured everyone suffered that way when their mom was upset and so he hadn't withdrawn into a shell because he didn't know things could be different. But that wasn't to say that it didn't affect him. Firm tones had him acting meekly and speaking in German only. And if that didn't work then he knew how to run. It was what he did when his mom was mad. He was one of the quicker ones so he had never suffered that badly. Not like his brother/cousin, Sascha, did.

Izaak had gotten up not long ago and found something else of Cotl's to get into. Even though his Unky Cotl had tried to hide his sketch pad Izaak and still managed to find it. But rather than being destructive he was actually sitting peacefully in a chair and flipping through the pages. But hearing the door knob turn he quickly hid the book behind his back and stared at the door. He smiled and relaxed when he say that it was only Sascha. He had thought his Unky Cotl was getting back early. Feeling at ease around the other boy he placed the pad on his lap again and flipped through the pages once again. The coyote child was actually in a pretty good mood. He'd had a couple of black outs since he had been here but it didn't seem as if one was to come on anytime soon. He hadn't found anything to become possessive or jealous over so far.

Feeling the other's eyes on him he laid the sketch book to the side and moved to go sit on Sascha. He wasn't too surprised to see him, not when his Unky Cotl had mentioned him being here. Izaak made to curl his arms around Sascha's neck should he had been allowed to sit on the other's lap. He still had Sascha's tail tied to his own. Actually he could be found wearing it all of the time. Despite how it was obtained, not that Izaak knew the details of that, it was his favorite possession. He still firmly believed that Sascha had given it to him because he had liked it and that Sascha loved him. Nothing was spoken as he tried to nuzzle his face into the other boy's chest. With Sascha's condition they had never really needed words to communicate. With the girls always spending their time together Izaak had taken to focusing on his younger brother. Had helped him learn to write since he couldn't talk any longer. And during those times together, plus other intimate moments suggested on by their mother, they had developed their own silent language. Looks and touches spoke more than words ever could.

Even though he firmly believed that his brother had killed their mother he felt no ill will towards the other. It was like even thought he words were spoken he didn't fully understand what they meant. That the full impact wasn't really there. When he said that it was like saying that the sky is blue. Something that was known but wasn't really a big deal. At least that was how it felt to him. He loved his brother and nothing would change that. Even though the statement would give others the wrong idea Izaak didn't see it as his brother having done anything wrong at all. No, Sascha could never do any wrong in the young man's eyes. How could Sascha ever do anything that was seriously wrong. Izaak just couldn't see it ever happening. But he just sort of had that blind faith in everyone.

Izaak relaxed easily into his brother's embrace. To him this was just something natural and normal. It was about an every day thing growing up in Germany. He didn't even think anything of opening up his legs in welcome of a further touch when he felt his brother's hand on his thigh. He had no idea that it was wrong. He assumed that all families showed their love and affection this way. He had no idea that normal siblings had no intimate knowledge of each other. No, to him this was something that all families did.

Izaak tilted his head the slightest of bit in order to be able to lick at the scarring at the other's throat. He was being gentle and tender, loving on a spot that has continued to cause his little brother a lot of grief. "Ich liebe dich Sascha." The words were spoken softly as a lick was aimed at the underside of the other male's chin. "Ich mag den Schwanz. Ich danke Ihnen für das Schwanz." He wanted to express his happiness for the cherished gift. He wanted to let his brother know that it meant a lot to him. It was one thing that he had gotten that he hadn't forgotten about a minute or so later. Not like he did with most of his possessions. "Ich trage den Schwanz die ganze Zeit." Which was mostly true. He rarely ever took the tail off.

Izaak started licking at the other coyote's throat again. He reached his fingers up to try to lightly play with his brother's hair. He was trying to get a feel for how his brother was feeling. After all their mother wasn't there to insist upon it happening. He wanted to see if it was on his brother's mind or if he was the only one feeling overly affectionate. He just wanted to show Sascha just how much that he had missed him since this was his first time seeing him after having left Germany. The young boy turned his head slowly to look up at his little brother with questioning eyes. What was on his mind wasn't being spoken but he knew that Sascha would understand, or at least hoped so. He wanted to know if Sascha had missed him too. And if so then how much and what was he going to do about it?

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.

Of course his brother was doing everything just right. They had been trained in this. And well, Izaak adored his baby brother so much that there was no way at all that the other could ever do anything wrong. At least that was his vision on things. He had always enjoyed it whenever his brother would express his love and affection for him. After all the girls would hardly ever let him around and their mother only wanted Izaak around when she called for him otherwise he would have to stay away or his mother would end up upset. That was something that he certainly didn't want. Sascha suffered their mother's wrath in one of the most severest ways. That had been a caution for them all. It taught them all to be careful and not set her off.

Even though the expression on his brother's face didn't change Zak still knew that his brother was enjoying himself as well. It was written in Sascha's eyes as well as in his own body. Actually Izaak had gotten to where he didn't even notice the frown any longer. It was just the way that the other had always been so he thought nothing of it. To him it was just his beautiful brother. Even their mother had thought Sascha beautiful. Or she had once upon a time. But too Izaak Sas had never changed, his brother remained as beautiful as he had always been before all of the scarring.

Already Izaak was missing the tail and wanting it back. He had even reached a hand back to rub at the bald spot. It felt weird not to have the slightly extra weight back there any longer. But the kiss his brother gave him had him forgetting the longing for the moment. He just smiled even more and aimed a return lick at the other boy's lips. The gestures were so simple but overflowed with love and affection. He wanted his brother to feel as special as he did. He was trying to make the other happy and not regret running into him again.

As Izaak sat on his knees he leaned back onto his hands when Sas made to stand. It was all silent communication but they understood each other to the greatest of degrees. They were on the same page with their desires. Once his brother had sat back down Izaak wasted no time in leaning forward once more. He gave his brother's length a couple of licks before carefully closing his lips around it in order to hold it in his mouth. He was being careful not to inadvertently bite his brother, trying to keep his teeth out of the way. He only wanted Sascha to feel pleasure and no pain at all.

He whined a bit at the feel of his brother's member in his mouth. He was torn between his own pleasure and making sure his brother feel good. Perhaps if he hadn't been separated from Sascha for so long he wouldn't feel so anxious for more already. He managed to suck on his brother for a minute or two before he removed the other's cock from his mouth so that he could sit back and stare up at Sascha with a look of begging and pleading. He wanted his brother in the most intimate of ways and was whining again as he waited to see if his brother would invite him back up onto the bed to fill him and have his way with him.

There was nothing that Sascha could do that will ever be seen as wrong in Izaak's eyes. He just loved his brother that much. Sascha was perfect in his eyes. Sure, he blamed things on the other but that didn't change how he felt about him. To him there wasn't anyone better than his brother/cousin. He would always end up choosing Sascha over all others. Maybe he should move into his brother's room instead? But his Unky Cotl's bed was comfy and there were two to cuddle with. Plus his Unky Cotl had so many interesting things in his room to mess with, even if he had been told not to touch them. But he hadn't been made to promise not to but only asked if he heard when Cotl said not to. But Izaak had quickly forgotten as his attention was easily stolen by the things in the room.

But right now he only had eyes for his sibling. And Sascha easily read just what it was that Izaak wanted. The slightly older boy's tail wagged a bit as he was guided back onto the bed. He smiled up at the other male as he rested on his back, not even thinking to move his uncle's favored flag that he was currently laying on. His silver eyes focused on his youngest sibling as he watched Sascha settle onto his knees. He licked his lips as he seen the other's head bend down, knowing just what to expect. Where Sascha was quiet Izaak was vocal and didn't have a problem with moaning and gasping as Sascha worked on him.

But quickly Izaak was whining again, the single digit wasn't enough for him when he was used to getting more. He squirmed and shifted around in his impatience. His body was pressing down onto Sascha's finger to show him that he was ready and eager for more. "Bruder... Bitte..." He begged and pleaded with his brother. Even though he didn't say exactly what it was that he wanted he figured that the other would be able to guess it well enough. He wanted his brother's body in and on him. He wanted to be able to freely cling to him as his brother fulfilled his desires.

He had no idea about his black outs and so he didn't know there was a reason to fear him. He didn't know that his brother was cautious around him at times because of it. He didn't understand when anyone got upset with him. Or when they accused him of doing things that he couldn't remember ever doing. Zak would never hurt anyone, or at least that is how he felt. In this mindset that he was in he felt no ill will towards any and would never want to cause them any pain at all. After all he was generally a happy go lucky boy, if a bit confused on most things.

Izaak's tail gave a happy wag when his brother reworked his positioning, even if he did whine over the digit being pulled out of his body. But he also knew that soon he would have exactly what he wanted and he was eager for it. After all he had been begging for it, even if he didn't do so in words exactly. But he didn't really need words with his brother. Sascha would be the one to know him the best after all.

The slightly older male had to wiggle around a bit to get comfortable but quickly settled down once more when Sascha was fully encased within his body. Automatically his arms reached up to try to wrap around the other's neck just as his tail had been made sure to be shifted out of the way and how he sought to wrap his legs around his brother's waist in order to give Sas full and easy access to him. He was trying to allow for Sascha to get in as deeply as possible. After all Izaak was a needy little thing and always wanted more.

The kiss was returned, with a few extra licks as well. Especially when Sascha started to pant, Izaak tried to lick at the other's tongue. They were small gestures but he wanted Sascha to know that he was loved and that he was doing well. Letting Sas know that he wasn't in any pain at all and that there was no need to worry about hurting him, and even if Sascha did then Izaak would easily forgive it without seeking to return the favor. At least not in this state of mind. The only thing Izaak wanted Sascha to focus on was their love for one another and just to save all of the worries for later.

When Izaak was enjoying himself then anyone in close proximity would know this was well. The boy was vocal enough for both of them. He had no problem with moaning and howling out his pleasure, especially when his brother was filling his body completely. His eyes became squeezed shut and head tilted back, exposing his throat, as he howled when the inner muscles of his anus had spasmed and gripped the length inserted in their tightly and created delicious friction that sent a shiver up Izaak's spine. It was the enhanced feel and knowledge of his brother's body taking his own that finally did him in. Being a canine, as well as young, he didn't have much in the way of stamina and so had ejaculated when his body had tightened around Sascha's member.

Izaak would never want to hurt Sascha. His brother was everything to him. He loved the other male dearly. After all Sascha was the one that would spend the most time with him. Was the one that could cuddle with him on those cold nights. There was nothing that ever could repay that kindness that had been shown to him when their mother was entirely too busy for them. So no, Izaak would never actively seek to cause his brother any pain or harm because he cherished him dearly. Sascha had always been the one that he could turn to whenever their mother had been especially mean and had said cruel things.

He had clung to his brother as their love for one another was made known on a physical level. It was the way that they had been taught to express themselves. The only way their mother had said that she loved them. So to him this was just a normal part of every family. That all families showed their love this way. He assumed that his own father and uncle had done this as well. To him there was nothing wrong with the way that they were expression themselves. This kind of thing was normal when they were growing up.

He had hardly felt the nip seeing as he had been in a state of pure bliss. After he had gotten off and started to come down from his euphoric high he allowed for his arms and legs to drop, practically flopping onto the bed. Lazily he reached out a hand to grab a portion of the flag that he was laying on to drag it up and wiping himself off with it, cleaning off his stomach. He hadn't really though at all before he acted but had just done so. A slow smile worked over his lips as his brother cuddled on top of him. He was certain that Sascha felt as pleasurably tired as he did.

Izaak had made to shift a little bit only to find his brother stuck inside of him. He couldn't say that he minded it either. Why should he? It had happened before and he really didn't mind spending the extra time just being lazy and cuddling with his brother. "Ich liebe dich bruder." The words were murmured out tiredly as he tried to force his arms to lift up so that he could hold Sascha close. At the time his limbs all felt to weigh a ton so it was a bit of a struggle but he had wanted his brother to know that he was love and cared for in return. That he didn't mind being stuck together with him. But he was tired and it showed as he yawned and allowed his eyes to slip closed. His breathing had started to regulate himself and he looked almost on the verge of sleep. How could it get any better than this? He had his brother back and he knew that he was loved.