Finding Home

[Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.]


. . .

Chapter 1: Change and Fear



The pounding of Ra’s feet against the ground speed along with his heartbeat. The thick leaves reached out to grab at his wrists and ankles as he pushed deeper into the crush of branches. Behind him the fake suns of his predators flitted over the trees around him. The loud foreign voices boomed through the air.


“Roon Ra….”


Nan’s words pounded loudly in his ears even as he pushed aside the grief threatening to stop his breathing. The roots beneath his feet succeeded in pulling a step from beneath his feet and Ra stumbled for a moment and crashed to the ground, his skin shred against the stones and roots hidden in the darkness. He must have fallen too loudly because those lights suddenly gained an unprecedented accuracy. One even briefly brushed against his faced before another series of those booming voices echoed.


Heart pounding in his lungs and ears, Ra ducked and as quietly as possible shifted into the high bushed for a moment before slowly ducking back as far as he could. The thorny branches cut into his skin and feet but he daren’t breathe too loudly in his hiding place.


The loud baritone of a voice boomed outside the bushes. “He’s close. He fell here. Blood on the ground.”


Ra perked his ears up, blood… he knew that from someplace… he what was he. What is fell? These things spoke a funny version of what he and Nan spoke. Like the way he and Nan knew wolf and bear were different. Both growls but the sound different, maybe they mean different too, like bear and wolf.


A large green paw shoved aside some of the branches and the fake sun shined into his eyes. Another large limb with a black paw grabbed him even as he kicked his pale limbs in protest. He struck out as best as he could with what little claws he had. He tried to change. He tried to force his claws to sharpen and his teeth to spring out like a wolves to that he could bite harder. But the booming words above him and the bright fake suns and all those black paws wouldn’t let him twist or move. His teeth found hold on one black paw near his lips and the creature above him howled strangely before a strange black hide pushed between his pried open jaws and forced it around the bulk of the dry leaf, leaving his jaw open and gnashing ineffectively.


“We need to calm him down. This can’t be good for him. Tranq. Him now.”


The animal face looked like Nan’s only all the features were shaped a little differently and Ra kicked hard again before something stung him. He tried to find the thing that stung him but his hands were held tight behind his back between unmoving warm stone and soon his feet were captured by strange shining things that bound like rope but felt hard like stone as they clicked closed. He couldn’t focus as his limbs seemed to swing out of focus and then back in again. The fake suns seemed to set and he suddenly felt sleep start to settle in. Sleep, how could he want to sleep now? These strange things were all around. At least he’d be dead with Nan though. They would kill and eat him like they did Nan. They could be together again.


. . .


The sun beamed unusually bright into their cave that morning. Nan groaned and moved closer to the warmth of his brother; he found the case floor void of Ra. Like lightning flashing through a dark storm, memories of the night before illuminated the darkness behind his eyelids. Scrambling backward, Nan ran into the cold stone of his box. He looked down at his arms and legs to see the strange tight hides of his predators the night before. Only these hides were the same color as the lazy clouds of summer. He pulled at tugged at them hearing the odd rip before they fell from his body. The thin furless hide on the fluffy lily pad he’d been laying on trailed toward him and he kicked out at it forcing it further away as he huddled in the corner fighting with the strange hides on his legs, tugging and pulling but unable to be free of them until they dug into his hips before slipping down as he kicked them off. The thin hide around his manhood tore easily.


“Ra! Whur yu ar?!?!?! Ra!!!” Nan’s voice echoed back at him before he saw the wall open to the strange tone hallway of this peculiar cave. He walked toward it only to find his hands stopped on the thin wall between him and what he thought to be the exit. Panic weld up inside him as his fists pounded the field. “Ra!!!!”


. . .


Through the monitor, Jonathan watched the tan, naked boy pound the glass of the cell. They’d had to cut away all of his hair simply because they couldn’t get all of the dirt from it or untangle the mass. They’d shaved his face and everything down to his pubes to be sure he wasn’t caring any parasites from the woods before running every blood test they could think of. On the twin monitor the other boy had finally curled up into a protective ball, growling at the man on the other side of the glass. It was hard to imagine that these two boys were still alive much less the adult forms of the small twins in the picture in his hands.


. . .


The strange creature on the other side of the glass stared at him on its two hind legs. Ra howled and growled again to no result. The creature continued to paw at the strange thing in it’s had with what looked like a twig. Tilting his head to one side he tried to hear through the barrier but found only the low pulse of something he didn’t have words for. Like his brother he long since tore off the strange hides and they lay at the bottom of the glass barrier where they’d fallen after he threw them at the strange beast.


The strange hoof beats echoed on the other side of the barrier before another one appeared. Ra rose up on his hackles again and growled low, ready to pounce. Only this thing had the same green hide and black paws as before. Only its head was covered in a brown fur, its face was smooth and lighter than Nan’s. The new competitor lowered itself down and reached out with one paw. Ra barked a reply.


It rose up and pulled a shiny stone room its pocket that it slid into the thin barrier before a portion of it swung in and the creature quickly entered before it shut again.


Ra backed up into the wall, growling low.


“Ryan. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”


Ra growled. “Whur ar Nan?”


“Nan?” The creature slowly approached.


“Yu speek no har wolf.. yu huv Nan.” Ra fought for more of the words that he rarely used any more. Nan would know more. Nan always remembered the words. “Yu eat Nan. Yu eat mee. Mee hur. Whur Nan?” The creature behind the glass moved the twig more quickly now


“Nathan. You mean Nathan?” The green hairless wolf got down low on his back two legs again


“Nan!” Ra barked and moved forward determined not to be intimidated by the bigger thing.



“Nan is here. He’s in another room?”


“Rooom… Nan hur? Bri… Brig Nan hur.” Ra growled.


“I’ll see what I can do. In the meantime you should put back on your clothes?”


“Whut?”


“Cloths.” Jonathan looked at the confusion on the boys face again before realizing he didn’t understand. “What I’m wearing now. Cloths.”


Another confused look and a tilt of the head answered.


Jonathan sighed and pulled off one of his gloves.


Ra slid further back to the wall, surprise and horror on his face.


“It’s okay.” The laugh that bubbled from Jonathan’s throat was automatic. “It doesn’t hurt. It’s cloths.”


“Clos?”

“That’s right cloths.”


“Keep you warm.”


“Wurm?”


“Of fuck… um… hot... heat… sun...” Jonathan tried to think of a word. “Fire!”


Another blank stare answered.


Jonathan fumbled for his lighter before pulling it out.


The strange stone in the creatures hand broke and sun rays flew from the center. “Soon ray,” Ra gasped and moved closer to look at the miracle in front of him.


“Fire” Jonathan repeated.


“Fie... er...” Ra repeated.


Jonathan nodded. “Cloths like fire. Keep warm.”


Ra nodded in mock understanding.


“Put on?”


Ra tilted his head.


“Cover you in cloths?”


This time genuine understanding and Ra nodded warily. “eef yu brig Nan. Mee cuver en cloths.”


Jonathan laughed again. “Okay… fine. I’ll bring Nathan you get dressed.”


“Nan, Yis?” Ra asserted again.


“Yes.” Jonathan nodded.


Jonathan stood up and slowly exited the room. While it was clear that Ryan understood some words, undoubtedly without someone to teach them knew meanings or tell them basic things they’d forgotten a lot. But Ryan could still talk; that was something. Down the hall he heard the rest of his men laughing near the gym. “What’s up?”


“Nothing. Just wondering how long until the second one figures out he can’t get through the glass.” Chet answered before the group burst out into another bunch of laughter.


“Those are my brothers in there, you assholes.” Jonathan growled.


“Sorry, Jon.” James patted him on one shoulder. “But it is kind of funny… like in a sad way, ya know. We’re not trying to make fun.”


“I know.” Jonathan nodded. “Just don’t laugh at them. I’m trying to get the up to speed as fast as possible and out of the cages.


“Hey that may not be a good idea, Boss.” This time Dan chimed in. “We don’t even know if they’re like us or not. What if they don’t know how to control it and something freaks them out.”


“If that was going to happen it already would have when we found them.” Jonathan. “We’re just lucky that we did find them.”


“No kidding. We never find more than dear on these little trips of ours.”


“Shut up and play nice. Someone grab more cloths for Nathan and Ryan.”


Chet nodded and headed up the stairs to the living quarters.


. . .


Nan felt the water pour from his eyes as he leaned against the air clear wall between himself and freedom. “Ra…” He chocked a sob and slid down the glass, his fingerprints smeared as he went. Hard as he clawed he couldn’t get through the wall even though he could see the other side. This must be hell, an eternity in a cold stone cave without Ra.


The sudden appearance of one of the creatures didn’t even make him move. He didn’t care anymore. It couldn’t do anything worse than this. Ra must have gotten away. At least Ra was free. He watched through tired eyes as it mysteriously opened the barrier only to slip inside and close it again.


“Nathan.”


The strange word didn’t mean anything to me.


“Nan.”


His name brought his eyes to the creatures face.


“I’m Jonathan.”


Nan didn’t move he just froze.


“Jon.” Jonathan corrected pointing to himself. “Nan.” Jonathan pointed to Nan.

Slowly Nan nodded his understanding.


Sighing heavily Jonathan tried to remember the words Ryan used. “Me brig yu whur Ra ar.” The ‘o’ of Nathan’s mouth made Jonathan smile.


On weak legs stood and nodded slowly. “Yu brig mee whur Ra ar.”


Jonathan opened the door and waited for Nan to walk through. The men in the hall watched in, some of them shaking their heads as he led the unbound boy out of the cell.


The creatures at the other end of the hall made Nan back into the clear barrier again, his heard picked up a few beats.


“Ra ar hur.”


The words snapped Nan from his shock and he followed slowly until he saw the next cove of the cave, the one with Ra inside. Immediately he ran to the glass. Ra must have heard the thud and stared in shock before running to the glass himself.


Jonathan smiled as the two petted through the glass for a moment before he opened the door and tapped Nathan on the shoulder. “Through here.”


Nan scrambled toward the door, his twin moved next to him, the two met at the doorway, throwing themselves together in a desperate hug.


The tears in Jonathan’s eyes were threatening to fall even as he watched the two roll on the ground like a puppies.


Two identical smiling faces turned to him “Tank yu.”


Jonathan waved one hand and decided he’d head up to bed for a few hours it had been a long night of waiting and worrying and it took its toll. With heavy feet the former marine trudged up the stairs to his rooms and shut the door tightly on the past.

Chapter 2: New Discovery and Old Problems.


Not quite sure that he was seeing things correctly, Jonathan moved closer to the monitor. The night fell as he slept soundly for the first time in years. He ate quickly and checked the monitor on the way down from the tech room. His two brothers lay next to each other; the mattress lay on the floor since they didn’t seem to trust the bed frame. What he saw nearly made him to a spit take over his coffee. Nathan and Ryan lay side by side talking softly enough that the camera didn’t pick up the words, but it did monitor the long soft kiss between the two. This was not the kiss of brothers, as young hands gripped the identical back of the other as they kissed. One tan hand plunged beneath a blanket and Nathan threw his head back in what Jonathan knew was a moan.


It took a good full minute before Jonathan’s brain even registered thought.


It took another before he’d realized he’s sat down, his coffee now a safe distance away at the table.


Despite the lapse in time, Jonathan’s mind was completely dumbfounded even as he watched his younger brothers press their lips together during what looked like an exquisite session of mutual masturbation. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought that it would be perfectly natural to find the boys in this position. With no one else to guide them and no other people anywhere them, they’d found pleasure and love the only place it existed. Regardless of the rationalization over the act, Jonathan couldn’t pry his eyes from the screen. In some sort of morbid curiosity he leaned closer, as if the whispered words would be clearer. They didn’t; instead he got full view of his brother’s naked body as Ryan slid down Nathan’s chest, licking and nipping at his spin. What they boys lacked in traditional education, nature taught them in instincts of the flesh. Ryan didn’t hesitate to take Nathan into his mouth, even as his twin bucked his hips and gripped at his hair in search of lochs that no longer existed. It didn’t surprise him much when Ryan spun himself around and engaged in what was clearly a well practiced sixty nine position.


Jonathan turned off the screen.


Perhaps a few more hours of sleep were necessary. His team would be tired, no doubt, and business would strike up again soon. Jonathan made the trip down to the basement level just to shut of the monitors. They weren’t needed really, and he didn’t want to think about the other men discovering his brothers the same way he had. The stairs were dark in the night and the only light trickled in behind him and from the night cam settings on the monitors. It only took a moment to switch them off completely.


“Jon.”


The word caught him off guard, Jonathan spun around his gun raised.


Nathan cocked his head to the side in a low crouch. They’d both prepared to a fight.


“What can I do for you Nathan?” Jonathan returned his weapon to his back holster.


“Jon. You speak words no how me speak.”


“Yes.”


“Why?”


Jonathan sighted heavily. “A long time ago when you and Ryan-“


“Ra?”


“Yes. Ryan is Ra. Ryan is what he was named… I guess you guys forgot that.”


“Me. Nathan.” The last syllable was stretched but otherwise accurately pronounced.


“Yes.”


“How you know?”


Jonathan stared for a moment it was incredible how only a day with the men and Nathan already mimicked the language well. “I’m your brother.”


“Brother…” The repeated word didn’t mean anything.


“You and Ryan are brothers. Related by blood.”


“Blood Brothers?”


“Yes. Blood.” Jonathan looked around for an explanation and found it on Nathan’s cracked lips. Swiping his finger over them quickly he pulled back from the startled Nathan. Holding up his thumb he showed the smear therein, “Blood.”


“I’m… you’re… brother.” The words were slow coming as Nathan struggled to pronounce them.


“Yes. So is Ryan.”


“You no with us.”


“You two were lost.”


“Lost”


“We couldn’t find you… couldn’t see you… couldn’t hear you.” Jonathan mimed along with the words see and hear, hoping that some of what he was saying made sense.


“You’re my brother.” It was more a consideration.


If the wary look was anything Nathan wasn’t buying it. Jonathan thought of a way to prove it but before he could Nathan pressed against him and took a long breath. “What are you doing?”


“Ryan wolf smell stronger… you’re wolf too.” Nathan said matter of factly.


Jonathan nodded dumbly trying to ignore the scent of Ryan on Nathan’s skin.


“Maybe will smell stronger in wolf.” Nathan grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the cell. “Ra smell too.”


Jonathan tried to think of the words. “No bring me to Ryan.”


“Why?”


“Ryan and Nathan sleep here. Jon sleeps upstairs.”


“No.”


“Yes.” Jonathan tried to tug his hand away from his brother but from the thin boy surprisingly strong and determined to drag him into the cell.


“Brothers sleep…” Nathan paused searching or the words, his eyes brightening when he found it. “Together.”


“No. Here brothers don’t sleep together.” Jonathan pulled his arm away unsure that if sleeping next to his brothers would mean more to them than just sleep. The two had spent nights in his bed before they were lost, but that was a long time ago.


“Brother’s don’t?” the repetition was a delicate question.


“You and Ryan sleep together but not me.”


“You sleep with brothers.” Nathan pulled at him again until they were arguing at the glass door to the cell. Jonathan hadn’t even realized the bed inside was empty until a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind.


“You have Nan smell.”


Ryan’s nose buried in his neck made him shiver and pull away. The low growl behind him made him freeze. He knew what it was like the first time you smelled pack on someone new, the way it made your own primal instinct rise to the surface and bristle. Jonathan felt that pull now; he barely noticed Nan pressing up against his chest.


“You smell like wolf.” Nathan said in his forced English, his mouth tracing Jonathan’s jaw as Nan inhaled Jonathan’s scent.


“Stop’


“No”


The twins answered in stereo from in front of and behind him; Nathan pulled Jon’s head to his shoulder burying his nose in the smell of family and pack. He bit back a groan. There was no doubt about it. The boys were pack and maybe his mother and father had been as well; he’d never know.


“You turn wolf?”


The question from behind him made Jonathan shake his head automatically. “Won’t need to for a few days. You?”


“No. Try turn last sun no turn.”


“You’re tired, freaked out. It will come back.” Jonathan consoled, pulling Nathan into a hug. He didn’t know how the two of them learned how to control their change or even if they knew when it was coming, but at the moment he only wanted more of the smell of home that came from Nathan’s warm skin.


“Sleep now.”


Ryan’s gentle words against the nape of his neck made Jonathan nod despite his earlier hesitation at what it might lead to. At the moment he would risk it for the chance to smell home for as long as he wanted. His brothers led him into the cell, removing his clothing with unpracticed fumbling. At first Jonathan attempted to push away those hands and fingers but ultimately lost himself in the smell that called to something deep inside himself.


“Sleep now.” Nathan repeated as he pulled Jonathan into the center of the mattress pile, pulling the blankets up over them as Ryan moved behind him.


Jonathan started when a hand traced around his now naked waist and rested just above the curls at his groin.


“Next sun, brother.” Ryan mumbled into Jon’s ear as he rubbed his smooth stomach.


Jon opened his mouth to protest but was quickly silenced with a kiss of Nathan’s lips. It was innocent enough, not even the trace of tongue against his lips, but there was something oddly and completely erotic about the movement that immediately had him hard beneath the sheets. A playful grin met him in the dark.


“Next sun, brother.” Nathan curled close to his brothers and wrapped his arm around Jon, his own hand resting just above the man’s ass. He made a noise of approval as Jon’s arm lay over his own and gently stroked his back.


. . .


The cell lights flashed on and Jonathan immediately bolted up and reached for the weapon next to his bed, only to realize that his naked brothers lay next to him. Chet looked into the cell, his eyebrow raised before he moved past the cell and to the nearby med lab.


Jonathan pulled on his pants and black tank before following him down the hall. “It’s not what it looks like Chet.”


“You don’t have to tell me. I know what it was like being a pup. I have four brothers of my own. We shared a bed more often than not, maybe not naked.”


“It’s what they know.”


“You don’t have to justify a thing to me. We all know that you’re brothers are a little closer than most twins.”


“How?”


“Last night we all caught an eyeful of their antics.”


Jonathan fucked his head and searched for a way to explain it. “They’ve only had each other for the past twelve years. I haven’t figured a way to tell them… it’s not normal yet.”


With an eyebrow raised, Chet turned to find his boss looking down at his hands. “There isn’t any shame in it. They’re not ashamed; that’s for certain. The first change after puberty hits is like a storm. They’re lucky they didn’t tear each other apart, lucky that they had each other to get through it. No one is gonna judge them for what got them through it.”


“So you all talked about it?” Jonathan met Chet’s gaze.


“Yup.”


“And everyone was just fine with a set of homo twins moving in with the team.”


“We all know you Jonathan. Hell I’ve known you since before they disappeared. I don’t know what I’d have done if anyone of my brothers disappeared, much less my whole family. No one is gonna say a word about your brothers. Not even if we find them in your bed every morning.”


“Thanks Chet.”


“Now if you all start fucking in the common area we might need to draw up some ground rules.”


“Shut the hell up, Chet.” Jonathan shook his head and headed back to the cell to wake up his brothers before the others arrived.


Nathan and Ryan both sat away, quietly talking for a moment before Ryan threw off the sheet and got down onto all fours.


“Time to eat.”


Ryan shook his head. “No now. Need turn wolf.”


Jonathan opened his mouth to reply but by that time Ryan already began to change, his body seizing up in a painful arch before the mysterious ripple of his skin began to crack the delicate skin into bits as the wolf inside pushed to the surface. None of them knew the reason that the shift happened the way it did. The tight feeling of organs pulling inward before the sharp pain of skin pulling apart to reveal the form of a wolf. What remained after the shift were the wet and disgusting peals of flesh.


Ryan’s wolf was the same warm brown as his hair, with a darker underbelly. It shook away its former flesh like dogs shakes water. Ryan took a step toward Nathan. His muzzle poked at his twin’s chest before licking a stripe up his cheek.


“Not now, Ra.” Nathan laughed and pushed the wolf away.


“You know how to control it.” Jonathan’s obvious statement accompanied a deep sigh of relief.


“Many suns Ra and Nan stay wolf. Then turn person when need to.” Nathan confirmed. “Now stay person and turn wolf when need to.”


“Do you need to shift as well?”


Nan shook his head. “Not for few suns. I stay person more than Ryan.”


Jonathan nodded. “It will take some time to get you two up to speed, but once we do you can run with the pack.”


A tilt of Nathan’s head revealed his ignorance.


“Me, you, Ryan, James, Dan. All wolves. Together we’re pack.”


“All wolf.” Nathan repeated with wide eyes.”


“Lots of people like us.”


“Lots of people are wolf?”


“Okay maybe not lots but I’ve found a few.” Jonathan nodded. “Let’s get you dressed we have a lot to cover.” Jonathan handed him a shirt and though Nathan looked confused he began to pull on the garments as they were handed to him.

Chapter 3: Catching up and Quick Learning.


Less than three weeks later Ryan sat at the table in the kitchen with the rest of the team while Nathan ate from the dog bowl on the floor. The large tan wolf licked his muzzle in satisfaction as the team discussed further strategy. The majority of the team would go out on their next mission leaving Mitch, the resident doctor, with the twins while they continued to relearn the lives they’d left behind twelve years ago.


“When will you go?” Ryan looked up from his plate to Jonathan.


“Tonight. We should be back in two days. Three tops.” Jonathan didn’t bother to look up at his brother’s face; he could hear the disappointment without seeing it.


“We’ll go with you.”


“No. We’ve been over this Ryan. You and Nathan need to catch up with your school before I’ll even consider training you for the field.”


Nathan growled from the floor, barking his displeasure at the brotherly argument.


“I don’t care what either of you say. I’m responsible for the two for you and I’m not bringing you into the field.”


“We’re adults Jonathan. You can’t expect us to roll over and play kids cause you don’t want to deal with it.”


“Everyone out.” Jonathan’s terse words caught the team by surprise. “Now!”


Chet and James exchanged weary glances as they headed toward their rooms.


“We’ve been over this, Ryan. You two are my responsibility. Just because you’re eighteen doesn’t mean that you can take care of yourselves in the outside world. You both know that.”


“We took care of ourselves for twelve years before you came around.”


Jonathan winced at the comment and sat down.


Immediately Ryan regretted the statement. “I’m sorry Jonathan.”


Nathan lapped at Jonathan’s hand from beneath the table.


“I know that you two are technically adults but I don’t think you realize just how different the world that we live in is from the woods.” Jonathan looked up at Ryan who still had the stern line of denial on his lips. “Yes you can feed yourselves in the wild and you survived the winters without anyone’s help, but that doesn’t mean you can deal with the populated world-“


“Yes it does-“


“Let me finish.” Jonathan spoke sternly and waited for Ryan to nod his head in understanding. “Even if you can take care of yourself out on the streets, that doesn’t mean that you’re trained enough to go into s highly volatile situation with me and the rest of the team.”


“Volatile!” Ryan nearly shouted “You keep using these words and phrases that we don’t understand. You keep teaching us your stupid language and making us do morning exercises and promising that one day you’ll let us out like free men. You’re never going to let us go are you? This is just a cage.”


The accusation stung and Nathan looked at Jonathan with an accusatory look of his own, or as much as he could muster being a wolf.


“If you guys want to go out Mitch will take you out. I never said you couldn’t go anywhere.”


“Only that we don’t speak right and we don’t understand money or time well enough to be by ourselves. You won’t let us cook. We’re never alone!”


“You don’t need to be along. You’ve had twelve years of alone.”


“Maybe it’s best if Nathan and me go back to the woods where you found us.”


It was Jonathan’s turn to look hurt.


“Take us back when you get back from your mission.” Ryan slammed his cup on the table after he downed the rest of the water. The table shook with the force and Ryan stormed to their shared room and slammed the door. Nathan followed Ryan, pawing at the door only to be let in before another angry slam.


“You handled that well.”


“Shut up, Chet.”


“Really what did you expect?”


“I said shut up.” Jonathan pushed his chair away from the table and stood up, leaving the plates for someone else. “We’ll talk about it later. We have a briefing to go over and maneuvers to practice before we fly out tomorrow.”


“You’re an idiot for leaving like this.”


“Shut up, Chet.”


. . .


The heat of the metal roof sent mirage waves into the air as Jonathan crouched down slowly. He’d followed the beam under his feel slowly but knew that there was a good chance that if he stepped one foot either direction the heavy industrial fans below his feet wouldn’t cover him. He peered in through the window. “Decoy’s in, I’m counting six hostiles… no eight. The last two are on the far perches. Be advised that there may be more in balcony I can’t see. Echo and Bravo move to take them out.” He counted the floor numbers and knew that James would need an extra hand getting to the others. Theta and Charlie be advised that Decoy is on the floor. Move in on three….” Jonathan’s voice was steady over the calm link from his perch at the top of the warehouse. The window didn’t slide in as he expected, He’d need to repel in quickly after breaking the glass. He set up the harness and stood still on the frame. One foot against the glass told him he’d need two jumps to get in. He stood carefully and took a deep breath. “Three… two… one…” he jumped once cracking the glass and bringing everyone’s gaze upward. “Move in.” The second jump shattered below him and he pulled in tight to avoid the edges of the shards. The sound of voices booming orders accompanied the weapons fired but his targets were torn between him, the man currently firing from within the cluster and the men rushing the upper catwalks. The two agents on the floor made quick work of subduing the more aggressive hostiles. But there were three involved in heavy gun fire that weren’t moving. The fourth and fifth men in the cats made easy targets as he repelled quickly to the floor. The jeep below him made great cover until he realized the hostile on the other side caught wind of him and fired through the vehicle. He hit concrete and pulled the .45 Glock from his thigh holster the new 17 round ACP clips were illegal in most states but here south of the border they were plenty legal and plenty helpful at the moment. He ducked around the back end of the truck only to find himself face to face with another hostile; he was lucky getting a shot off a second after this enemy. His shoulder flew back unappreciatively as the huge bank o fire from around the truck died.


“Echo clear, Charlie Clear, Bravo clear. Decoy clear.” The earpiece copied over


Jonathan did a quick check around and breathed a sigh of relief. “Alpha clear, move in and secure the warehouse. Let’s pack up and move out.” They’d over prepared for the fight, bringing two men too many but that didn’t matter as they loaded up the chosen cargo and headed to the rendezvous point. He breathed a sigh of relief and holstered the Glock. He watched the men load up the cargo and pulled Chet and James to one side. “I want to make sure that we have a clean ride to the rendezvous local. You two go ahead and clear out and hostiles that might have been posted along the way.”


Chet nodded his understanding and pulled the first truck out of the warehouse. Thirty minutes later without delay or complication the team took off.


. . .


Nathan lay out over the expanse of the mattress, his face pressed into the pillow as he grumbled in his sleep.


Standing in the doorway of the bathroom, Ryan let the water drop from his still wet body onto the floor. Since they first arrived at Jonathan’s training center there had been little time between just the two of them unless Jonathan was out on business. Part of Ryan knew that their brother smelled right. The way his body fit between them perfectly remained nothing short of amazing. Despite their best efforts to bond with Jonathan further, Jonathan refused to fuck them. That’s what he’d heard Dan call it. Only Dan said that he’d fuck some girl, but Ryan couldn’t imagine sharing the intense pleasure of fuck with anyone but Nathan and Jonathan. The fell and smell of home was completely erotic. The thought alone made him shiver with passion.


He crouched at the end of the bed, crawling up and over the prone body of his lover. The light sheet draped lightly over one him covered one lean hip and little else. Still fresh from his change, Nathan’s brown tail swished lazy in his sleep. The fair trailed up is back and to his spine in one sparse line. His claws scratched unwittingly at the pillow beneath his head. Ryan pressed down against Nathan’s back and pressed his lips to the nape of Nathan’s neck.


“I’m sleeping.” A groan rumbled in Nathan’s throat as he sleepily wiped his eyes.


Nipping at Nathan’s shoulder, Ryan circled Nathan’s waist with his hand and pulled Nathan tight to his chest. “Not anymore.”


Nathan made a grumbling noise and pushed Ryan’s hand to his cock, “Wake me up then.”


Ryan stroked up and down the quickly firming flesh, well aware that his brother was quickly waking up and moaning lowly into the pillow. He smiled and delighted in the feel of fur against the underside of his cock as he thrust against his brothers back. The quickly heightening moans of his lover told him how close his lover was to the edge of pleasure. He released Nathan’s weeping length to the sound of an angry growl.


“Touch me.” Nathan pushed Ryan’s hand back to his crotch only to have Ryan pull away again. “Touch me.” The repeat was a demand and no longer a passionate plea.


“I thought you were sleeping.” Ryan whispered into wolf ear he was nibbling.


“Ra.” Growling angrily, Nathan rolled over and pulled Ryan down on top of him and captured his lips in a deep and hungry kiss. “Touch me,” he spoke against Nathan’s lips.


“You’re sleeping.”


The chuckle was a warm breath against Nathan’s lips. “Enough.” Nathan rolled them over and captured his brother’s mouth again in a beep and sumptuous meeting of tongues before pushing his brother onto his side. His hand searched for the lube they’d lost in the sheets the night before. Smearing it over his fingers he appreciatively slipped them into Ryan, happy that their coupling no longer always required long bouts of preparation. They could be quick and rough if they wanted without fear of discomfort. He pressed into Ryan, shoving his lover’s shoulders down until his face pressed into the mattress. With a quick snap, he pulled back Ryan’s hips and buried himself inside. The startled moan beneath him gave away the surprise pleasure at the harsh entry.


“More!”


The demand was a heady moan that made Nathan’s tail twitch and the hair at his spine stand on end. The warm and squeeze of his brother made him groan for a moment and stop his thrusting so that he could prolong the moment of joy he knew would follow.


“Move now!” Ryan bucked back onto Nathan and moaned, “Fuck me, brother.”


The words were like pure aphrodisiac to his sibling and the low whimper and the slapping of flesh nearly echoed off the walls with the force they were delivered.


“Jesus Christ!”


The exaltation made both brothers stop mid fuck and stretch to see the door.


Jonathan stood there like a man at a train wreck. He knew what he was seeing was wrong, dirty and just plain sick but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. When exactly the words slipped from his lips, he couldn’t say; but he knew they’d heard him as two identical pairs of warm hazel eyes swung his way.


Nathan couldn’t quite stop his hips and the look of lust on his elder brother’s face made him thrust again drawing a desperate whine from the body beneath him.


“You’re actually…” The words were stupid. He knew that but they tumbled from his lips with a will of their own.


“Fucking.” Ryan completed with a distracted smile as he wiggled his hips. “Join us.”


Jonathan shook his head as if the image would fall out of his ear if he shook hard enough. When his eyes opened there were his two brothers, still mid coitus on the bed the three of them shared. “You still have your tail.” Jonathan didn’t know when he’d moved toward the bed, but his fingers stroked over Nathan’s spine to the soft brown fur just above his ass.


“Couldn’t shift back completely. Needed more time.”


“Why?” Jonathan’s eyes didn’t leave the long line of muscle as he stroked it rhythmically.


“Wanted to be human again for when you got back.” Nathan moaned the last word at the figures digging into the spot just above his tail, he thrust into his twin making the body beneath his shake and arch with a deep gasp.


“You do this a lot.” It wasn’t a question.


Nathan pulled out from the tight grip of his brother. He shivered at the sound his cock made as it slipped free of the warm tight ring. “We’ve done it for a long time, Jonathan.”


Ryan seemed to pick up on the shared hunt immediately; he rolled over to reveal his own length and stroked it lazily. “You should join us.”


Jonathan swallowed heavy and backed up; a hand grabbed his wrist to steady him.


“Don’t leave.” Nathan’s eyes were piercing and large, still a wolf’s eyes.


There was something in the gaze that Jonathan couldn’t pull himself away from. “I can’t,” Jonathan never finished the statement he just stared entranced at the scene in front of him. The tan bodies before him weren’t those of the children that he lost long ago; they were the beautiful forms of men that grew up a long time ago. Awareness lay behind the bright flecks of gold that sent a shiver down Jonathan’s spine and straight to his groin.


Remaining captured in the gaze of his younger brother, Jonathan failed to notice Ryan get up from his spot on the bed and circle him with all the eerie quite of a predator. He sucked in a breath as fingertips traced over the silhouette of his shoulders to the lean muscles of his right oblique.


“So strong, brother.” Ryan whispered into Jonathan’s shoulder before planting a series of light kisses over his shoulder. “You taste like soap.”


The playful disdain in Ryan’s voice brought laughter to Jonathan’s lips but it never quite escaped as Nathan began to pull him toward the bed. There was no laughter on Nathan’s face, just the mounting arousal between two new lovers.


No one spoke for the longest time, as if words would break the moment building between them.


Nathan’s body stretched out below Jonathan, as he hovered above him on all fours.


With a dry smirk on his lips, Ryan watched the sinew and strength of Jonathan’s body but up against the reverse and hesitance of his touch. While Jonathan’s face betrayed his lust entirely, his hand hovered over Nathan’s skin refusing to touch even as Nathan whimpered out his name.


Slow seduction wasn’t the word for Jonathan’s trepidatious, erotic persuasion. Nathan’s writhed and pulled Jonathan’s hand to his skin, refusing to be toyed with any longer.


Making a soothing noise, Jonathan lowered his head to Nathan’s at an excruciating pace, until they’re lips met in barely a brush of lips.


At first it was just a play of lips against lips, than the quick slip of a tongue between Jonathan’s parted lips that made Nathan moan in appreciation and Jonathan made a surprised noise into Nathan’s mouth.


Jonathan forgot about Ryan completely until the weight of his brother’s naked chest pressed against his back. A low groan was loud in Jonathan’s ear as Ryan watched his two brothers kiss for the first time.


“How is he?” Ryan whispered his hips involuntarily rocked forward at his own words.


Nathan whimpered as Jonathan’s weight settled down from above him, pressing the long and hot body of his elder brother against his own. “So soft and gentle.”


The reverence of the words made Jonathan swallow heavily. “Jesus.”


“He’s not soft here.” Ryan smiled mischievously to a panting Nathan and wormed a hand between his brothers to grip his cock. “I think he’s hard enough for you Nan.


The pet name nearly had Jonathan kneeling up again, his mind trying to pull away from the situation before he crossed the line and fucked up even worse than he already had.


As if he could read Jonathan’s mind, Nathan reached up and cupped Jonathan’s face with his hands. “Don’t go. You’ve already been gone so long. Be part of us. Brother of flesh and blood.” He kissed gently at Jonathan’s lips, each gentle brush of lips a plea for more. Their kisses became heavy and more passionate as their tongue delved deeper looking for an end to their mutual loneliness.


“Good. So beautiful.” Ryan’s soft words and rough touches pushed both of his brothers even further. Kissing down his older brother’s back he made his way toward his treasured goal.


Jonathan gasped and bucked against Nathan as two hands squeezed his ass and parted his cheeks in rhythmic circles. A wet stroke of a tongue down the top of his crack brought a bubbling whimper up from his throat and onto Nathan’s tongue. When the tongue disappeared, Jonathan sighed in relief unsure that he’d be able to take the feel of his brother’s tongue against his ass. But two strong hands pulled him up and back again and immediately a wet tongue found the pucker of his hole and swiped across it.


“You make good noises, Jon.” Nathan grinned and pumped Jonathan’s cock with one of his hands as the other man’s hands scrambled through the sheets for purchase.


On hands and knees, Jonathan struggled to recapture his sanity. Through half slit eyes, he watched Nathan’s eyes feast on his body and moaned more loudly than he’d intended. The sounds of his moans didn’t discourage either of his siblings, but instead brought a smile to Nathan’s pale lips before he wiggled down the bed. Jonathan didn’t have long to think about his goal before a warm mouth enveloped his leaking cock. “Fuck!” he could nearly feel Ryan’s smile against his ass.


Nathan licked up and down his tasty treat, happy to find Jonathan pleasantly larger than his twin and already leaking with what little foreplay they’d had.


Ryan grinned and petted a finger across Jonathan’s spit slick hole before pressing into him and watching Jonathan bow his head arch his back with a low growl.


Before tonight, Jonathan rarely ever felt the pleasure of anal penetration, but the undeniable allure of his brother’s finders moving inside him in tandem with the sweet suction of Nathan’s mouth. Soon those fingers pulled away completely and Jonathan felt open and stretched for the loss of them, until he realized just why his brother pulled away. The blunt warm pressure of the cock at his entrance made him squirm away.


The rhythmic squeezing of Jonathan’s ass around his fingers and the pink contracting hole between those pale cheeks drove what was left of Ryan’s patience out the window. He climbed over his brother’s back licking and nipping as he made his way back to the responsive flesh of Jonathan’s neck. He didn’t ask permission, he just began to press inside knowing well that words might break the fragile moment apart. Nathan would have said the perfect thing, he always did, but Ryan just had action, so he pressed more deeply and slipped inside his older brother with a tight and pained grimace.


Nathan watched Ryan slip inside Jonathan with panting fascination. The site of his brothers’ balls coming together slowly made him lick his lips as he tugged gently on Jonathan’s cock to distract from the pain he knew so well. His tail twitched anxiously as he stared at his older brother’s length. He knew exactly what would come next.


Jonathan clenched his eyes shut and tried to breathe through the penetration as much as possible. A wave of pleasure burst through him and disappeared as his brother brushed his prostate on the way inside his body. At last the tight burn of muscle ended as Ryan panted out his pleasure at the nape of his neck. Jonathan couldn’t imagine how tight his ass might have felt, but at the moment from the reverse end of things he could feel his muscles grip and relax trying to accommodate the length of his brother turned lover.


“My turn.” Over Jonathan’s shoulder, Ryan and Nathan exchanged a passionate kiss before Nathan tilted his hips and began to work himself down onto his older brother’s length. Inside his remaining world protested the penetration, not wanting to submit to anyone but rather take someone’s body for his own pleasure. His tail tried to prevent the entry but only succeeded in wrapping over the point of entry and brushing against his both of his brothers’ balls in a quick flick that made all three of them moan with effort.


Reflexively, Jonathan reached down to grip Nathan’s hips only to bury his face in Nathan’s chest. His knees failed to keep them up and his own legs spread Nathan’s further. Ryan slipped between his legs, following the press of Jonathan’s body. With the stress and strain of the new position the three men groaned and twitched their mutual enjoyment.


Ryan peered down at his place of entry into the unbelievable heat of his brother and couldn’t help but slide out only to push back in; the sight so stunning that once he started he couldn’t tear his eyes away. The poor stretched hole seemed desperately caught between clutching him tightly and pushing him away. Sweat beaded and fell down Ryan’s back with the effort to move slowly. The slow pace of his movements made him grunt with the force of his restraint until he needed to stop or slam himself deeper into that body beneath him.


With each thrust of his entranced twin, Nathan felt this exquisite pressure of Jonathan moving inside him, but the sudden loss of movement made him whimper and claw for more, his long sharp nails finding the flesh of Jonathan’s butt only to propel the man forward inside him. “Yes.” The word was a hiss through clenched teeth.


Watching his brother’s head fly back in mixed pleasure, Jonathan pulled back from his place inside Nathan, only to impale himself on his other brother’s cock. The quick and hard stab at his prostate rocked his hips forward again until he was sweating and groaning between the two twins, caught in a cycle of lust that had the three men squirming with pleasure.


“More.” Nathan moaned and angled his hips only to have Ryan’s hands cup his ass and pull him tight against Jonathan’s body.


The combined movements were primitive and rough. Sweat slick fingers slide against damp flesh, traced over flexed muscles. The salty taste of skin was past between lips and brothers with a deep and all inclusive passion that had all three men crying out together.


Jonathan didn’t think he could take much more the onslaught from both ends of pleasure. Ryan drove into him like he was fucking Nathan through an extra body and Nathan clenched and flexed around his cock letting out sexy whimpers that made his eyes roll back into his skull.


Nathan arched and rocked as best as he could beneath the weight of the two other men. His tail whips up and through Jonathan’s legs curing just to brush the cheeks of Ryan’s ass and tickle Jonathan’s balls as they slammed together in the rough act of mating. The smell of home and family deepened as the grunted and clawed through their combined pleasure.


Ryan bit into a tense shoulder below him, happily lapping at the hurt flesh and continuing a brutal assault on the body below him he knew they all would regret later. Even knowing that, he couldn’t bring himself to slow or stop. The smell was so great, the feeling of the bodies beneath him too intense to be denied.


With a broken and hoarse moan, Jonathan thrust once… twice… three times, his hips jerking stiffly. His brother beneath him stared into his eyes, his mouth open in a sympathetic moan, as he poured himself into Nathan’s sweet ass. The assault of his prostate made him whimper and writhe in a pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain. The warm pulse of cum shot up his stomach and into his body almost simultaneously. His body twitched and shook as he rolled off his younger brother, not wanting to crush him anymore than he already had.


An orgasm more intense than any other in his life made Ryan growl as his lover moved beneath him before he was ready. The result being Ryan thrusting into Jonathan’s ass four more times, insistently torturing his prostate before he guided them all onto their sides.


Nathan twitched one leg as a hand petted down his sweat wet back and stroked his damp fur lovingly. Nothing could be better than this moment next to his two brothers.


Opening his mouth to break the silence, Jonathan needed to swallow twice before he could actually speak. “Sleep.” It was just one whispered word and the three head nodded in agreement. His head vaguely stumbled upon thoughts of indecency or persecution by his team. Somewhere in his mind he registered that all of their noise had to have been heard by someone if not everyone in the house. Despite all of that, the warmth of his brothers made his cock twitch in spent appreciation and his mind release any worry. The rest of the world be damned, he was home at last.


Three brothers pulled tight to each other and fell asleep in the warmth of brotherhood: a brotherhood not only of blood, but of flesh.