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A Brother's Forbidden Love (Kleo and Shy)

ShyButDangerous

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Luke Harrington was always the school cool kid. It didn't matter that his little brother Benny was always with him, Luke encouraged it. He was always so protective of his brother, and nobody dared to touch him. It didn't matter if Luke wasn't around, somehow he always knew if someone was mean to Benny. This closeness wasn't really questioned, they were brothers, after all. But beneath all the protectiveness, Luke had more than just brotherly love for Benny.

He kept this secret closely guarded, and nobody ever knee, not even Benny, that Luke was in love with his little brother. All through grade school, high school, both their graduations. Luke kept it hidden. It became unbearable to be around Benny without being allowed to touch him. To kiss him. So Luke left, going to a prestigious art school in another country, instead of the one six hours away.

Over the course of the first school year, Luke gradually decreased the amount of contact he had with Benny. Eventually, he stopped replying to calls, texts, and emails altogether. There, Luke had met a pack of shapeshifters living hidden amidst the humans. They taught him of multi-form shifting, how to take on more than one set animal form. They also taught him the consequences of taking on more than five forms.

Luke didn't listen and tried for a sixth form. It ended horribly, leaving him in great agony for months. The pack of shapeshifters cared for him and, over time and thanks to shapeshifters' accelerated healing, Luke recovered. He retained minimal lasting damage; complete blindness in his right eye and a nasty looking scar running diagonal across his torso, from left shoulder to right hip, where his skin had ripped apart during the attempt at a sixth form.

Learning new forms brought a more beast-like nature to Luke. This also strengthened the need for his brother, the need he had tried to squash by leaving Benny. After five years, he could no longer fight the urges. Now, after so long, Luke returns to stake his claim.
 
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Ben, or 'Benny' as he was most commonly called by those around him, had been a happy, if not naive, child by all accounts. He enjoyed playing games of all kinds and was a kind young man who was often a tad shy around strangers. One thing was obvious, however, he loved his elder brother dearly.

It was clear that Benny has dependant on his older brother, Luke, and all but clung to him at all times. So long as he was with his brother he was happy, and didn't need anyone else, or so he said. He was smart, but not necessarily in the ways that mattered; he could hardly add two numbers together, but he was well aware what streets to avoid and whether or not someone was trustworthy just by appearance and scent alone. At the time, he didn't think he needed numbers or school anyway.

That all changed, however, when Luke stopped talking to him. Benny had a hard time adjusting just to him going across an entirely different country, crying for days despite being a teenager at the time, but when he stopped getting to talk to his brother altogether that was when he took a turn for the worse. He was in denial for a long time, closing himself off to other and lashing out when others tried to get close to him again. He felt abandoned and used, slowly growing bitter over time.

Benny graduated from high school, barely, and didn't have any friends when he left, and slowly locked himself away from the world for fear of being left alone again by someone like his elder brother.
 
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ShyButDangerous
Present Day

After six years away from the town he grew up in, everything is so different. For the first year, while he was keeping contact with Benny, his brother was keeping him updated on changes. But after cutting ties with him, Luke had no way of knowing what was changing. He had cut ties to attempt to cut off the feelings and need for his brother. After spending time with the Moon Shadow pack that lived outside his art school's city, and learning about new forms, those feelings and urges had only grown.

Luke had been told from the start that his mind and personality would become more beast like the more forms he learned. He wasn't told that any existing feelings of desire would explode into something bigger. So here Luke stands, at the bus stop across the street from Benny's house. Luke had been in town three days. That's how long it had taken him to figure out where his brother lived now.

Luke doesn't need to stand there waiting any longer than for the oncoming car to pass by. Then he moves with a purpose, a cross the street and up the driveway to the front door. He swings his black canvas backpack from his hand up onto his right shoulder. He had sold pretty much everything he owned except for a minimal amount of clothing, a single pair of worn black sneakers, and his new phone, with a new number. The backpack holds two outfits, his phone charger, and a paper map. The map is due to Luke traveling back home on foot, most often in wolf form.

He can hear someone moving around inside, no doubt his brother. So without another moment's hesitation, Luke lifts his fist and knocks hard on the door three times.

Kleo
Benny had been unable to get out of bed that morning, too tired, or perhaps unwilling, to get up. It took perhaps hours to drag himself out of bed and into work. His home, as small as it was, was a virtual nest; clothes strewn about everywhere as he was uninterested in cleaning up after himself. And so, still in the boxers and baggy shirt he wore to sleep, he dragged himself to the kitchen to get some late breakfast.

There wasn't much. All he really had was some leftover cereal, and with some reluctance, he realised he needed to go shopping at some point soon. Or he could simply starve himself, that wasn't as horrible an idea to Benny as it probably should have been. With a soft sigh, he grappled to put his glasses on before getting off to work. He mostly worked from home as a web designer. While he certainly didn't do well in school, he quickly realised he didn't need to have gotten straight As to slap some code around and make a website look decent. He didn't necessarily enjoy it, but it payed what bills he had if nothing else.

Mouth half-full when he heard the strange knock at the door, Benny almost ignored it, but, after a soft sigh, he slammed his bowl down on the table and stomped angrily towards his front door, slamming it open with an irritated, "What?!" Slowly, however, his brows furrowed into a glare as he took in the oddly familiar form of a man who he had tried to forget. He swallowed hard. It couldn't possibly be... "Who the fuck are you?"

ShyButDangerous
Currently dressed in black jeans, his worn black shoes, a dark blue tee, and a black windbreaker with a red and silver stripe, Luke doesn't look much different from the brother that left Benny behind. Despite having been out of touch for five years, Luke doesn't look like he has aged much. But the differences are there. His black hair is longer, the ends brushing his shoulders. The right side of his face is partially covered by his hair, hiding the leather eyepatch that in turn hides his blind eye. Outside of the pack, that milky white eye freaks people out. He's more muscled now too, more defined despite still being fairly lean. And that scent of pine needles and soil is no artificial cologne. His once blue left eye is now a vibrant and wild yellow.

Luke's breath flees his chest in a rush, left eye widening. Yes, it's been years, but this is not quiet what he expected. Benny's so skinny, and looks exhausted. Has he even been taking care of himself? Luke breathes in again and shudders. With becoming more beast like comes further heightened senses. He can't place the smell, but his brother's natural scent is different than the sweet smell he remembers.

"Benny." Luke finally finds his voice after standing there for almost four minutes. His voice is different too, deeper, more rough. Luke takes a step toward Benny, into the doorway so his brother can't close the door. Luke almost reaches for his brother, chest aching to embrace him, to heal him though he knows he can't just magically do so. However, he holds back, barely. There's so much tension in his shoulders from his self restraint, and his right hand grins the strap of the pack on his shoulder so tightly.

Kleo
Digging his nails into the palms of his hands, Benny takes a step back almost stiffly. He feels on the verge of a panic attack, unable to shrug away the man as some stranger when he knows just as well who it is. A part of him, a very small part that he had long since thought had been buried, wants to wrap his arms around the man and never let go again, but he can't. He know he can't. Because the rest of him, the part that was hardened by betrayal and feelings of abandon, just want to run away. Instead he simply whimpers, that small little boy returning only briefly.

Luke has changed, that much is true, but he is recognisable. He looks more rough around the edges, perhaps, definitely more muscular underneath it all, but he still looks like the Luke that left him so many years ago. Benny, on the other hand, has changed over the years. He was young when Luke left, of course he has changed. Now he is taller, but lithe—almost underweight—having lost all baby fat from when he was a child, his hair a mess and hanging over his eyes. He hadn't had glasses then, hadn't realised he needed them, but perhaps what has changed most about him are the tattoos that snake up his arms and down one side of his torso. Not that it is at all obvious with the shirt he wears.

Benny gulps, taking another step back as he simply stares. He can't close the door, he realises, but tries not to dwell on it, body quivering as he attempts to reconcile all the bitterness he has towards Luke and the argent urge to just run right into his arms. Upon hearing his name, that name, however, Benny tears up a little, shaking his head with an angry growl, "You don't get to call me that," he hisses, forcing his expression into something resembling anger despite the speed of his racing heart.

ShyButDangerous
Luke can see the storm of emotion acting across Benny's features, and it tears at his heart. Of course he knows he's the reason. Of course he's guilty. At the time, he didn't think he had a choice. Now, though, he realizes it wouldn't have mattered. Every urge is stronger than ever.

Luke's eyes follow Benny's movements. The tattoos are a nice touch, and his fingers twitch, wanting to take that shirt off his brother and explore how far the ink goes. He left hand clenches at his side when Benny steps back.

"Ben, then." Luke steps forward again, then again when Ben retreats another step. He's inside now, and his left hand closes the door behind him. There's no need to have anyone outside witnessing their reunion. "Ben." Luke repeats his brother's name, his rough voice almost purring it. He stops moving then, waiting for Ben to do something, anything. Waiting for Ben to lash out.

Kleo
Benny almost flinches when he hears the door slam shut. He feels small, smaller than he is, like a child cornered by a stranger. But Luke isn't a stranger, is he? Not really.

Benny wants to speak, wants to say something, but he has no idea what to say. What can he say? With a low growl, he buries his face in his hands, pulling at his hair with a low curse. Everything feels confused and painful, as if he's reliving the betrayal and the Luke put him through so many years ago now. With a shudder, he turns his back on the man to hide the water in his eyes.

"Why are you here?" Benny finally manages to say, voice weak as he struggles to get himself back under control. "Why did you leave?" It's as if he can't control himself once one question has escaped his lips, and all that he can do is ask and ask some more. He wants to be happy, but all he can be is fearful that the man will leave again.

ShyButDangerous
Luke hadn't really meant to slam the door. He just hadn't wanted to take his eyes off Ben. So when Ben flinches, Luke's chest aches again. Then his brother turns his back, face in his hands. Luke drops his pack to the floor with a soft thud; there really isn't much weight to it, being just clothing.

Luke closes the distance as Ben starts asking questions. Luke knows his brother is trying not to cry, Ben always turned his back to hide his tears. He doesn't try to turn Ben around, just wraps his strong arms around the younger man's more slender frame. There's not much height difference in them anymore, but Luke is still a couple inches taller. He rests his chin on Ben's shoulder, letting his embrace be a comfort.

"I couldn't stay away any longer." Luke answers each question willingly. "I had to leave." There's no hesitation, and to Ben, there's no hint of a lie, or unspoken information. Luke does that deliberately. He's not stupid, he knows he can't just come home after five years of no communication and proclaim his love for his younger brother.

Kleo
Clutching his head, Benny can hardly see through the tears, but he can't allow himself to succumb to such emotions. He cried too much when he was young, he can't afford it now. With a hiss, he wipes at his eyes, and though for a moment he considers turning back around just to defiantly show his brother that he isn't that crybaby anymore, he simply elects not to.

Benny flinches once more as he feels arms wrap around him, and though he wants nothing more than to pry Luke off him, he doesn't. The touch is a comfort, regardless who it's from, and he can't recall the last time he was embraced in such a way. Sniffling, Benny slowly, oh, so slowly, finds himself leaning back against the other man's embrace, his gaze turned downward just so he doesn't have to admit to his brother what he's doing.

"Why are you so cruel?" Benny murmurs desperately, his hands gingerly dragging over Luke's own as they wrap around his frame. For so long he longed to be near his brother again, just wanted to see him again, and now he comes back. Shuddering, Benny loses the fight with himself and just melts against the man, allowing himself to cry and weep for the first time in so long, "How could you just abandon me? How could..." But he can't come up with anything to say as he feverishly wipes at his sore eyes.

ShyButDangerous
Luke keeps himself from getting distracted by the fact that he's finally holding his brother again by focusing on Ben's voice. His heart is in his throat as he listens to his brother cry. Feeling Ben finally relax back against him is a relief; Ben's not going to push him away. The touch on his hands is soft, skin much softer than his own calloused palms.

"It was just something I had to do for myself." That's all the answer Luke can give right now. The amount of self restraint he's exercising right now is immense. If he admits his love for Ben right now, he might do far more than just hold him. Ben doesn't need that right now. As strong as Luke's urges are, the timing would be horrendous. "I'm here now."

Kleo
"You are here," Benny agrees, but his voice is quiet as he finally manages to get a handle on his own emotions, "But you haven't been for five years." He still feels... angry, is perhaps the best approximation for the entire jumble of emotions he feels running around inside him. And yet he can't bring himself to yell or even scream. He supposes in his own way he is still that devoted little brother who could never be made to hate Luke, even if he felt he should. Slowly, he turns himself around in the embrace to return it, still hiccuping as he nuzzles into his brother's shoulder.

"You're still taller than me," Benny sighs, his voice muffled. For a long moment he simply stands there listening to the beat of Luke's heart. It's comforting in its own way, though he has to tear himself away after he catches himself relaxing. With a pout, Benny gently extracts himself from the man's grip, "And I'm still mad at you, you bastard,"

With a soft sigh, Benny gestures for Luke to follow him, feeling a bit awkward suddenly having a guest. He isn't sure what the man's plans are, but it isn't as if they could just go back to being as attached as they were. Right? Benny tried to pretend his gaze wasn't lingering on his brother, not sure how to respond now. "Can... I get you anything? Water? I have..." Benny winced, "Water and stale cereal."
 
Luke is glad Ben isn't yelling at him. He would take it, of course, but he's glad it isn't happening. He wouldn't blame Ben for that, though. Luke laughs softly when Benny sighs about still being the short one. When Ben pulls back, Luke has to work hard to hide the fact that he just wants to pull Ben right back into his arms. And never let go.

"Of course I'm taller. I'm older." Even if he's only older by a year, there's a big difference between them, and not just in height. For a moment, Luke wonders if Ben knows about multiple forms. With a faint shake of his head, he resolves to ask about that later. He picks up his pack and follows Ben when beckoned, only to scowl when his brother mentions the lack of food.

"Ben, you can't starve yourself. When was the last time you bought groceries?" As he follows Ben into the kitchen, Luke immediately starts rooting around the cupboards and fridge to see what he can find. He's already making a mental list of things to buy. Without realizing, Luke is very rapidly falling back into his protective nature where Ben is concerned.
 
Raising an unimpressed eyebrow at the comment on their height, Benny scratches awkwardly at the back of his neck. "Right. Because older siblings are always the taller ones. We don't even look like brothers." He can't deny that it stings a little to think that others could mistake them for something else rather than what they really are, but he otherwise didn't comment further, "Anyway, when did you get jacked?" It isn't difficult to notice that Luke is more muscular than he remembers, and though his gaze lingers, he tells himself it's just because he hasn't seen his brother in five years.

"I'm alive aren't I?" Benny bristles, slamming a cupboard shut as Luke intrudes upon the kitchen. His kitchen. Though his brother is being the protective older brother he always remembers, Benny puts up a front of irritation. He always liked it when Luke protected him as a kid, but now he has to protect himself, "Jesus Luke, I'm not exactly rolling in cash right now and..." Benny huffs and shakes his head with a grimace, "And... I don't get out much anyway. I don't need to eat that much."
 
Luke had been about to give some lie about just going to the gym every day when Ben slams the cupboard. His hands go up in a calming surrender gesture, and he turns to face his brother. With a sigh, he listens to Ben's angry words, and feeble excuse.

"That's no reason to eat poorly and avoid taking care of your health, Ben. You're a shifter. You know shifters need more calories than humans." Luke lowers his hands, then crosses them over his chest. The action makes his biceps flex slightly.

"Just let me go out and buy you some food. Make a list of things you want, and I'll get it." Luke smiles lightly. Another advantage to having met the Moon Shadow pack was getting enough funds to start up a pretty good artworks website of his own, where people from all over the world can commission him. Luke had sold his laptop and digital sketchpad before coming home to Ben, but it wouldn't take much for him to buy another. He had quite a good chunk of money saved.
 
Hissing lowly, Benny runs his fingers through his hair as he scrunches up his face in exasperation. After a long moment, he drops his hands to the counter with a sigh and looks at Luke with a pout. "I... know," He reluctantly says, kicking at a cupboard door lightly, "Since you've been gone, it's just been..." Hard, he doesn't say, instead simply cutting himself off with a grimace. Dragging himself away for a moment, he tugs a bit at his shirt.

"I'll come with you, just let me get dressed," Benny says, hesitating a moment before pulling his shirt off with a grunt. He quickly runs into his room and appears not a moment later pulling on a pair of pants with his shirt tucked up under his arm. He doesn't like going out, but he doesn't want to leave his brother either. He tries to pretend he isn't turning back into that little boy who was afraid to leave his older brother's side.

Readjusting his glasses, Benny hastily pats down his hair. Not wanting to admit he just wants to be with Luke, he mutters, "It'll be easier if I'm there." After a moment, he decides to get a glass of water from the tap instead just to calm himself. He hasn't gone out in a while, and does need to get groceries, but still...
 
Luke is instantly distracted when Ben pulls his shirt off. His gaze travels his brother's torso. Even thin, Ben is so attractive. Then he disappears from the kitchen and Luke clears his throat. There's absolutely no way he can continue existing only as Ben's brother. The urge to claim him is too strong, and Luke doesn't want to fight it anymore. For now, he will hold back, but there's no guarantees when they get home again.

When Ben returns still shirtless, Luke coughs lightly and looks out the window. He makes it appear as though he's just looking around while he waits, but really he's fighting off his urges. This would be easier if Ben wasn't walking around with his shirt just under his arm.

"Do you have a car?" Luke had planned on just getting a cab when when drove by, but if Ben has a car, all the better. When he looks back to his brother, Luke's fingers adjust his hair in front of the right side of his face so the eyepatch remains hidden.
 
Giving Luke a sideways glance, Benny finishes up his water before slipping on the shirt with ease. With a soft murmur of nothing in particular, he rubs at his eyes for a moment more as he allows himself to consider the question. "Erm... Arguably. It's nothing but a tin can but it gets the job done." With a shrug, he ruffles up his white hair before gently tugging on Luke's shirt. "Come on, let's get this shit over with."

Leading Luke to the garage, where a small, rusted car sits untended, Benny grabs his keys and slips into the front seat. "The shops aren't far and, you know, we can get what we need then." He hesitated before glancing at his brother, "How long are you planning on staying now?" The question is quiet as he starts up the car, flushing a little shyly at his own question. "I—I mean.... Not like it matters but I should know how much to get..." He doesn't want to admit he doesn't want to let Luke out of his sight, and so simply focuses his attention on the road.
 
Luke smiles when Ben tugs at his shirt, following him out the door. He twists the lock on the doorknob before closing the door, seeing as Ben seems to be absent minded about locking it. In the garage, he refrains from making a comment on the poor condition of the car.

In the passenger seat, Luke turns his head toward Ben. This seems like a good opportunity to be able to watch him without seeming weird. "I don't plan on leaving, if that's what you're asking, Ben." Luke leaves it at that, in case Ben doesn't want him to stay in his home. Luke can always get a hotel until he can find a rental nearby.
 
Luke smiles when Ben tugs at his shirt, following him out the door. He twists the lock on the doorknob before closing the door, seeing as Ben seems to be absent minded about locking it. In the garage, he refrains from making a comment on the poor condition of the car.

In the passenger seat, Luke turns his head toward Ben. This seems like a good opportunity to be able to watch him without seeming weird. "I don't plan on leaving, if that's what you're asking, Ben." Luke leaves it at that, in case Ben doesn't want him to stay in his home. Luke can always get a hotel until he can find a rental nearby. Though, he would rather stay in the same house.
 
Slowly driving out of the garage and down the sparse driveway, Benny shifts his gaze from the road, to Luke, then back to the road, gulping a little as he flexes his hands upon the wheel. "Oh. Okay," He says, his voice soft as he slowly processes the statement. He wants to make a snide remark, to snap at his brother, to yell and scream and say he isn't welcomed in his home, but instead he keeps his mouth shut. Because if he did that he'd be lying. "You can sleep in the spare bedroom; it's cleaner than the rest of the house."

The drive is relatively quick, and, after taking some time—and cursing the idiots who decided to go shopping that day—to find a park, Benny stops the car with a soft sigh. Shifting his gaze back to his brother, he readjusts his glasses as if to distract himself from the ashamed flush creeping up his neck. "I, uh, I really don't have that much money to spare on groceries, so if we could just get the essentials..." He doesn't like having to admit he isn't in the best of situations, but he has little choice in the matter.
 
Luke only nods, resolving to clean the house top to bottom. He's home now, so he will get everything back in order for Ben, and help him improve his health. He wants to see the happy, smiling Ben again.

When Ben expresses his lack of funds, Luke shakes his head. "No way, it's all on me. Don't worry about eating for anything. Let's get what you want, plus some extra, okay?" Luke smiles, then gets out of the car. He grabs a shopping cart from the cart shelter, then waits for Luke. "I'll push, you load the cart."
 
Going wide-eyed, Benny frowns as he gets out of the car and slams the door closed again. With a wince, he quickly follows after the man, "No. I don't want you spending money on me, least of all your money." He already hates it here, and can see various people bustling about. After an awkward moment, Benny grabs hold of Luke as if afraid, linking his arm around the man and squeezing just to feel comfortable.

"I don't like it here," Benny admits as they walk, "too many people..." But still, slowl, he simply complies with his brother, taking various items that he needs and pushing them into the cart.
 
Luke only smiles at Ben's protests, continuing into the store. His smile widens as Ben grabs onto him, but his chest also aches. Ben has become so distrustful of people, and it's Luke's fault. Both because he never really let Ben defend himself as a kid, and when he left.

Luke leads Ben up and down the aisle, watching him put items into the cart. As they go through the fresh produce and meat sections, Luke adds extra. He eats more than he did five years ago, mostly because of the changes he's gone through for his new forms.

"I'll make dinner when we get home. You haven't become allergic to anything, have you?" Luke wants to make sure. After all, Ben does have glasses now. Other things about his general health may have changed too.
 
Benny keeps his eyes averted for the most part, a scowl on his face instead of wide-eyed fear. He doesn't like seeming weak, and so he has long since learned to look angry instead, even when he just wants to run and hide. When he finds something he needs, he only detaches from Luke to get it before clinging to him once more.

Though Benny notices the increased amount of meat his brother is getting, he doesn't mention it to him. He does know that shifters have to eat more, and the guy is more well-built than most, so maybe that's just how much he has to eat because of it.

With a soft sigh, he finds his grip tightening on Luke's arm, all but hugging it to his chest as he tries to avoid the gaze of someone walking past, "No allergies, really, same old me." With a shrug he simply elects not to complain about Luke doing so much work, he doubts the man would listen anyway.
 
"I'm glad." Luke is giving half hidden glares to people staring at Ben as they pass by. Each person that notices quickly averts their eyes and moves on. Eventually, they've made it through the whole store, and Luke leads them to checkout with a full cart. Pulling his phone from the rear pocket of his jeans, he removes his bank card from inside the case and swipes it once all items have been scanned and bagged. He keeps up casual conversation with the cashier, and somehow manages to avoid Ben finding out how much everything cost. He also tells cashier he doesn't need the receipt, then pulls Ben along with him as he heads for the door.

"Any requests on dinner, Ben?" Luke leads the way back to the car, then sets to loading the trunk. He just manages to get everything it without having to stack bags.
 
Benny can't deny that it feels good to rely on his brother again. Hell, it feels good just to be close again, but he isn't sure how he feels about letting Luke know. He's afraid that if he does then his brother will leave again and never come back. The very thought makes him shiver and grimace. Still, he tries not to let it bother him too much as he notices that Luke is purposefully blocking his view of the register. Again, he doesn't comment on it, but he files that away for later. He doesn't want to have to rely on his brother for everything, even if he is struggling just to get by. As they exit the store, he gently takes his arm back.

Benny helps Luke with the groceries, wincing as he realises that is completely fills up the trunk, but otherwise tries not to let it bother him. "I don't mind," He shrugs, getting into the driver's seat, "Whatever's easiest. I can even help, you're probably tired from the trip back." Closing the door, he waits for Luke to get in beside him. A part of him wants to scold his brother, but he simple decides not to as he shakes his head and puts the keys in the ignition.
 
Luke gets in the car after storing the shopping cart. At the mention of Ben helping with dinner, he nods. He can't go completely back to doing everything for Ben again. But he had blocked the price because it was high, and Luke doesn't want Ben to feel guilty.

"Sure, you can help. I'm not tired, I've been in town three days. It took me a bit to figure out where you lived. Nobody really knew, so it wasn't easy." Luke gives his brother a smile, turning toward him slightly.
 
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