My Brother, My Master [Sabby and Lain]
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 04:00:31</strong>
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				Dane was fiddling with the stiff tufts of fur on the back of his hands, a nervous tick of his. This just felt so surreal, his mind was being very sluggish in wrapping around it. Could he really have a brother?<br><br>The young Hyena stepped off of the bus, crooked back legs not as springy as usually, the little nub of a tail packed down tight, clamping his belted grey jeans to his bony hips. He wanted to pull his black hood up to hide, instinctually wanting to hide, his stiff black ears folding back as he eye'd the cafe on the other side of the road, gulping. He knew he shouldn't be so nervous. How bad could they really be? They must have been at least a little curious when his name came up in the fathers will, otherwise he wouldn't have shown up, right?<br><br>He pretended to adjust his zipper a moment, kneeling down to tighten the laces on his ratty shoes, the much softer, cream coloured fur under his muzzle and throat tight with the anxiety. He had never been good with meeting new people, and he had never really had what you'd call a family, either. Releasing the breath, he stood up and tried to will his ears to swivel forward, holding in another slow, deep breath as he stood before the door, and with a sigh of release and a tinkling of the bells attached, he stepped in.<br><br>Nothing could have prepared him for who he saw.
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				Post by: <strong>Lain</strong> on <strong>23-03-2012, 16:14:01</strong>
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				This was crap, Julian decided, he knew his father was loose but why should he pay? He had been fairly sure that he other siblings, he never cared, but he was slightly intrigued. Only one of those surely dozens came up on the old mongrel’s will. His stiff jet black ears pinned back as he drank his ‘coffee’ frowning as he crossed his leg over the other, his tail limp behind him, hanging through the appropriately spaced chair rails. <br><br>A thick ear twitched at the sound of the bell to the café, lifting just slightly to the noise, the smell of another hyena caught his attention. His oddly colored eyes lifted, seeing the pup, slowly he stood to greet him. He was lanky and tall, his fur a stark contrast of white with black markings and stripes. His cold blue eyes stood out sharply against his dark muzzle and brows. His shirt was a black dress shirt, buttoned up 2/3’s of the way, his thick fur not allowing it to go any further. The sleeves rolled neatly just past his elbows, tufts of fur handing at the joints. His pants where tight, black as his shirt, stopping short of his hocks, allowing him to freely walk, on his paws.&nbsp; <br><br>“Dane?” He questioned when the other was a bit closer. His thick mane fell about his shoulders and collar of his dark dress shirt. He kept the longest part in a low pony tail, though bits fell around his large ears that didn’t seem to lift from the bored or annoyed position they were trained to be in.<br><br>He offered a dark, clawed, hand in greeting. “Julian.” He introduced himself. “Father’s other son.” He smirked a bit, his dark muzzle slightly lifting his fangs showing stark against the black. He pulled out a bit of cash “Get a coffee… then join me if you will.” He said, being courteous, though still sounding a bit annoyed. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 22:26:45</strong>
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				No... fucking... way...<br><br>That was about the most coherent thought in his mostly frozen mind, and all that kept him returning the hand shake and sitting with him was a sort of doe eyed obedience that came with the trance. He knew he must have looked stupid, on some instinctual level, so he mumbled a jerk collection of sounds that could have been a few abandoned attempts at greeting. "Hi", "Hello", and "Yes" we're mixed in there somewhere.<br><br>He had to be wrong... it couldn't be THE Julian, could it? Suddenly, the tiny black leather bound hand book in his hoody pocket felt like a burning coal, itching at him. He stuffed his hands down his pockets and hunched his shoulders, trying not to stare. If his brain hadn't completely frozen up, he would have already been getting his Blackberry out and excitedly updating Facebook, not caring that no one else would know who Julian was, but damn it, he was having coffee with Julian! THE Julian!<br><br>Julian... his half brother. Now that one didn't settle right away. Realizing that he was gawking again, he tried and failed to seem casual, the smile more then a little awkward, cradling his coffee just to keep his hands still.<br><br>"Uhm, yeah, that's me..."
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				Post by: <strong>Lain</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 15:54:17</strong>
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				Julian arched a dark brow at the younger, not believing he was his brother, sitting with his own coffee when the spotted did. He nodded a bit when the other finally sputtered out an answer. “Well… it’s nice to meet you…” he said softly, knowing how to be courteous when needed.<br><br>The darker hyena went only by ‘Julian’ for a pen name, he didn’t bother with a last name, things where too personalized then. “You have a lot of Father in you.” He stated, seeing a resemblance immediately, he even had a similar scent. He had always been thankful he took after his mother. <br><br>Ice blue eyes watched the pup before looking to his dark brew. “Tell me, are you always so… talkative?” he asked, referring to the mindless stammering, he had a feeling he knew why. Leaning back in his chair he studied the pup, trying to make heads or tails of him, though he already didn’t like him… he decided that about everyone he met.<br><br>Black ears lifted just slightly, feeling perhaps the other got everything out of his system, “What do you do? For a living… or are you still in school?” he asked, trying to make a&nbsp; sort of conversation, he would be the one watching out for the pup while he was in the city. He was pretty sure Dane had grown up in a smaller town, just south of the bustling metropolis, having bussed up here. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 11:56:40</strong>
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				It was an effort not to bounce, or stare, or blurt something out. He definitely looked like the oil painting in the back of his new book. Calm boy, he chastised himself, stop gawking. Julian asks you a question, you answer it!<br><br>Shaking the cobwebs from his head (again) he nodded and sipped at his coffee, smiling apologetically up at the taller Hyena. "Yeah, sorry... not used to meeting new people. I'm taking a writing course at the community college, but I'm not sure how good I am. What about you?"<br><br>Do YOU do any writing? He wanted to say, eyes foxed on him, ready to grab at and dissect his answer for every little fibre of information he could get at. Just like the teaser pages on his website.
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				Post by: <strong>Lain</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 22:33:30</strong>
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				Julian shook his head. “It’s fine, pup, I normally don’t agree to meeting anyone… but you, I suppose, are different.” He said simply as he sipped his dark brew. Ears perking a bit when he learned the boy was a writer,&nbsp; “I dabble a bit in writing as well.” He nodded a bit, he didn’t think the younger knew who he was, he hoped as much. “I can read some of your work and give you my opinion if you’d want it.” He offered, leaning back.<br><br>He sneered a bit “I hope someone tells me soon to get a real job.” He stated with a shrug. “What are you hoping to achieve with your writing? Are you looking into journalism? Hate to tell you, it’s a pain in the ass to get anything published.” He frowned, simply meaning it was hard as well as annoying once it was done.<br><br>He was not one to start conversations, when the one on writing died off, he sat in silence not minding the pleasure in the lack of conversating. He was a loner, he hated being in crowds, he never did interviews, and rarely did any ‘ book signings’… in fact he hated the public and his ‘die hard fans’ they where… to put simply, fools.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 15:49:25</strong>
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				Dane might have had a harder time from squealing if he didn't already know of Julian's dislike of fans. He was his BIGGEST fan, after all. He had always felt a little awkward, listening to his podcast interviews, in which he would discourage 'die hards', and then happily returning to scouring his blog for any shred of information he may have missed. He knew the object of his obsession would be disappointed, but he couldn't help it! And now he was sitting with what he could only describe as the hypocritical crux of his existence. What could he say?<br><br>"I'm trying to get into fiction... I take a lot of inspiration from you" His ears went back, stubby tail tucked over his belt, peeking up from his coffee like a little puppy that had been found out chewing something.<br><br>Well, elephant in the room, he thought. Gotta shoo it out.<br><br>"You don't remember me at all, do you? I was at your book signing..." Truth is, while his signings were never that crowded, he had always been at the back of the line, due to his nerves, and had mostly been very quiet, just silently handing over his book and muttering a few words, before skipping off to mount the new tome in his room and have a major 'fangasm'.
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				Post by: <strong>Lain</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 17:19:50</strong>
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				The darker hyena looked up to the boy when he said he got inspiration from him. His stiff ears raising just slightly, in curiosity, nodding a bit. “I thought you looked familiar…” he said softly with a slight smile. “I&nbsp; have seen you at my signings, had I known you where blood… I probably would have stopped you before leaving.” He assure him slightly, taking a different tone with his own pack than a random fan, almost feeling obligated to… like it was instinctual.<br><br>He smiled, just slightly, his strange blue eyes meeting the teen’s “Well then, Dane, my offer still stands.” He stated softly, his rear paw bumping the boy’s leg in a reassuring gesture. “But I wont go easy on you if I see something…&nbsp; creative criticism is the best way to learn” he said softly pushing his empty cup aside as he leaned back in the chair his ears set back once more. <br><br>It was strange, Julian seemed so much less on edge, he almost seemed to relax in the boy’s company… that edge never faded in any of his previous ‘appearances’ “I have an offer for you, Dane…” he said his head bowed in thought before his icy eyes flashed to look at the boy. “I think… being the type of fan you are… you know how I am…” he said looking at the boy pointedly. “I have been looking for an aide… but no one seems to be able to handle me…” he smirked. “So… brother… would you like to be my aide… an… apprentice of sorts?” he questioned softly, his tail flicking behind him, showing he was still in thought.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>22-05-2012, 07:05:54</strong>
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				He had been licking at his coffee, mostly to keep himself occupied, but his tongue froze halfway out of his lips, eyes darting up to lock onto Julian. It took a second for the sentence to process, and when it did his tail just clamped down harder. At this point, he was going to have to finally track down a species speciality clothing outlet. The lack of a proper hole for his tail was making it's instinctual desire to tuck in very uncomfortable. He tried not to visibly shift, which was silly. Julian was his own kind, he'd understand what it was like with a belt and no proper pants. But the thought of reaching down to unhook himself just seemed so embarrassing.<br><br>"Well, I actually took an administrative course pretty recently... just the basic stuff, give me an edge with resumes, ya know?" He grinned, and was sure the underlying self doubt was as evident as it felt. He knew there was no way in hell he would get published, let alone earn a living on writing, and his work was so obviously inspired by Julian's Mythos. Submitting to an office position or something hadn't been that hard.<br><br>"But surely you can find someone more qualified!" He went ahead, not sure why he was trying to discourage his IDOL offering to HIRE HIM. It just felt too good to be true. It was just plain surreal. "I mean, the most demanding job I've had involved a paper hat"
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				Post by: <strong>Lain</strong> on <strong>24-05-2012, 05:21:58</strong>
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				A sarcastic brow lifted when sharp eyes noticed the tongue stop halfway. He saw that he was uncomfortable, and a submissive pup like this… he was sure he knew why. He would have to get him out of those ape clothes. He stopped wearing those things years ago… when he came to the city he was able to find clothes for ‘their kind’ He set his cup down, feigning interest, he didn’t care… but he was used to pretending like he did.<br><br>He frowned a bit as his eyes lifted to the pup’s head. “You’d look horrible with a hat…” he said softly as he finished his drink. “I ask you because of that. I can’t stand someone else’s trainees” he frowned in distaste. He stood and tossed his cup in the trash. He nodded to the other to follow him, he was tired of sitting, and tired of being in this shop… he wasn’t the type to sit for long. “That and you <em>are</em> my brother after all.” He said softly when the younger managed to meet him by the door as he pushed it open to leave.<br><br>His tail was nearly limp behind him as they walked, it did twitch and flick as he fell into thought, sighing as he fell into a sort of realization that he couldn’t leave the kid here alone, he probably didn’t even have a place to stay. Sighing his ears pinned back a bit in apparent annoyment. “Do you have a place to stay?” He found himself asking. He waited, silent as they walked, if the pup protested he wouldn’t hesitate to retract the offer… it was a one-time offer… he wasn’t the pack animal that the rest of their family was. He hated being bothered.<br><br>He stopped abruptly and turned the other, the constant fidgeting of his tail was annoying him, he put his clawed hands on the other’s hips. He quietly measure the other, he was a bit smaller than him in build… so they probably wore close to the same size, especially since he wore tighter pants. “I may have a pair of –real- pants that will fit you. You are a hyena… not an ape” he frowned at him and dropped his hands and kept walking. He was leading the other back to his place, he could follow him or not, he didn’t care.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>28-05-2012, 22:12:36</strong>
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				He squeaked in surprise as he was grabbed. It had been a while since another person had held his hips like that, but he was extremely ticklish around there, and though he tried to stay still, the feeling of Julian pulling his jeans down for him, even if it was just an inch or so, was more then a little embarrassing. He had more then a few fantasies that started out like this, and he had to bite his tongue to keep from huffing out a tiny bark.<br><br>"Well... 'technically'. Uhm, I don't suppose you've ever had to stay at a Hostel before? I was only staying there for my administrative course, but I finished that a year ago" Oh, the shame... he must have sounded so pathetic to Julian. All he had to his name was his clothes, laptop and the tiny rental fridge. It would have been a lot easier on him to just sell the books, posters and all the other Julian related stuff, but he had gone hungry a few times over it.
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				Post by: <strong>Lain</strong> on <strong>30-05-2012, 17:39:30</strong>
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				Julian sighed and shook his head, his stiff ears falling back at the sound of a hotel. “I am out of town about half a year… I have stayed in hotels before…” he said eying the other, not thinking too little of the other… his little brother. He nodded a bit “Well… pup. If you want to get out of there…” he was fighting with himself. “I have an extra room.” He huffed out, the thick fur that ran the length of his neck and back stood up just a bit.<br><br>The striped author pulled out a small notebook and wrote down an address and phone number before pulling the page out and handing it to the younger. “Don’t you give that out.” He said warningly, ears pinned back, cold eyes setting on the other’s. “If you need help moving… I’ll help… if not just drop by if and when you are ready.” He said softly, not believing that he just opened his home to anyone. <br><br>He offered a weak, forced smile, “You are just lucky you are my brother.” He said softly. The other was lucky he was his brother, naive, and cute. With a slight flick of his tail he started to walk on. “I’ll get you some real pants…” he said waving a bit as he walked away. <br><br>His place wasn’t huge, nothing compared to what other top sellers had, he didn’t need much. There were two bedrooms, a single bathroom, a good size kitchen a large living room and an office. The office had a lock on the door, the room was off limits, and he would spend hours alone locked in that room to work on his books. <br><br>When the other came over that’s just where he was holed away, he came out to let the younger hyena in and showed him to his room, it was smaller than Julian’s but the elder spent little time in the rest of the apartment. “Make yourself at home. The office is the only off limits space.” He said sternly, which meant he really didn’t care if his little brother felt the need to go into any other area including his room. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 19:54:17</strong>
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				Home... he wasn't sure which was effecting him more, the fact he was inside Julian's home, invited no less, or that it was supposedly his 'home' now. When the usual fangasm reaction fizzled out, he was left wondering if he had been craving some kind of family connection and hadn't really stopped to consider it. Anything that would override his obsession with Julian wasn't something he could see ever going unnoticed. Still, he felt awkward here, like a stranger that had been beckoned inside, not knowing what was appropriate, or why he was even standing here.<br><br>He had had to sell off his memorabilia before he came over. It had been a hard thing to do, but to pack all of it and bring it with him would have taken a lot more then the one roller suitcase he owned, and the thought of Julian finding it made him just want to crawl into some hole and die of embarrassment. Was it too much the web pages favourited on his laptop? Aside from the book collections, everything had gone. Admittedly, he had been keeping too much anyway, what with his tiny Hostel room. It had began to look like a storage locker! He must have known it would have to go at some point, and maybe that's why it hadn't hit him so hard.<br><br>That, and he had the REAL THING right in front of him, probably wondering why his little brother was standing around like an idiot with his bag. Get a grip Dane, he thought, nodding and putting on his bravest smile.<br><br>"Wow, this is too nice for me... I thought you were joking when you said to move in" Dane wasn't the kind to accept charity without a token resistance, a tad more then just modest, but THIS would take a bit to process. Wow!
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				Post by: <strong>Lain</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 19:00:34</strong>
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				Juian stood watching his newfound baby brother. His ears fell, curiously, as the pup gape at his place. He wondered if he should have invited him, he would be a nuisance he was sure. His tail flicked a few times in thought before his ears fell into their normal irritatingly bored position, lazily folding back. He wondered just what was going trough the pup’s head before turning and heading to his bedroom. <br><br>He returned and produced those pants he’d promised earlier. “Here…. Get those ape pants off you. They may be a bit big on you, I have belts in my closet, grab whatever one you want.” He said dryly. Dane’s words surprised him, ‘to nice’ for him, Julian shook his head. “It would be if we were not brothers.” He said softly. He never thought he would say that to anyone… especially in his home.<br><br>“You are welcome in any room of the house… except the office…” he stated pointing to the said room on the other side of the living room. “It is off limits to everyone, if I am in there, the door is locked and don’t bother me… for any reason.” He snarled a bit as he wished to get his point across. “I go in there for peace so I can work.” He stated his arms crossing over a slender chest. “I don’t care about any other room.” He stated, and that included his bedroom.<br><br>He shrugged a bit and started towards the kitchen. “Make yourself at home, I’ll get some dinner cooking.” He frowned, he hated to cook, but he kept food around incase he was working and didn’t want to leave… but who was he kidding? When he worked he sometimes didn’t leave the office for anything, except relieving himself of course, but food and drink where a bother at times.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 22:03:45</strong>
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				He did as he was told, and frankly, it was like putting an unwrapped, perfectly presented cupcake on the table and telling him not to eat it. This was Julian's office... the door was right there. And unlocked! It would be so easy, just a peek, he didn't need to actually go in... but the thought of getting caught always held him back, and even if he did pull it off, the guilt would surely eat at him. <br><br>Yet still, that one would call to him. And the allure only became stronger as the days turned to a month, and crawled on.<br><br>Julian did spend a lot of time in there, and really, what could Dane expect? He was an author, and with a few projects running at once. So he was left mostly alone, and his big brothers obsessive work had left his home in a bit of a state. He doubted Julian even noticed any part of the house that wasn't between the office and kitchen, but he didn't need him to notice how much neater and cleaner it was! With all this free time, and not being made to pay any rent, it was the least he could do, and he had missed having a kitchen. Did Julian even notice? He ate the meals he prepared, and he didn't write all the time. Surely he noticed that he'd inherited a free maid service. <br><br>Right? Why did it matter so much to him? Poor Dane couldn't help but want some kind of response from him. Was a little praise too much to ask? Or maybe he was just being silly.
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				Post by: <strong>Lain</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 02:05:35</strong>
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				Julian felt, at first, that having the pup around was a pain in the tail. He was glad he was quiet at least. He had welcomed him to the bookcases of books to read, though… it didn’t seem he had his own. When questioned about it he shrugged and answered ‘I already know what happens… in the next book.” <br><br>Though now, after nearly a month, the elder stripped brother decided that having the ‘company’ wasn’t so bad, even though he holed up in his office more often than not. He was working on a new book, and in doing so he had to make a summery about it for his producer, and articles in bullshit magazines said producer agreed to for him. She said it was for the ‘fans’, funny, he didn’t start writing for the ‘fans’.<br><br>He smelled the dinner cooking and his stomach gurgled in delight. His tail swished a few times before he finally stood, heading towards the kitchen. He had indeed noticed what the other was doing around the apartment, though by the time he’d come out the other was either in bed or… elsewhere…<br><br>The door clicked as he emerged from the office, wearing a pair of loose black sweats, and no shirt. His fur was smooth, his joints fluffed slightly, the strip of fur that made the tuft along his neck and back was finally seen, looking inviting to be petted, the longer fur made his back look slightly pointed. His ears fell back as he entered the kitchen. His sharp eyes lifted to the other “I never would have guessed you where cooking from scratch…” he said, not realizing it before. “Should have… it’s better than I had in years.” He stated, it was a compliment, he wasn’t good at them. <br><br>He decided to sit with his brother for diner instead of eating in the office. “Care if I join you tonight?” he asked, looking exhausted, he needed a break. He helped in the kitchen with what he could, setting the table and sitting with the other, leaning back in the chair. “This place is looking better since you got here…” He added, another compliment, maybe it wasn’t too much to hope for. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>07-07-2012, 05:22:36</strong>
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				Cooking for Julian had definitely been in the short list of (non sexual) fantasies. It involved no actual contact with the man, and it was something he knew he could do, so it came with all the squeal inducing of serving his idol, without any of the anxiety. It had certainly gotten easier being around him this past month, but the idea of eating a meal with him had to be the most substantial interaction so far.<br><br>And even through the sudden spike of nerves that came from this, he still wondered what his brother was working on. He practically lived in that room. He must be working on something good. Could he really wait for it to hit the shelves, knowing a single door kept him from it? The praise from his brother was enough to make his stumpy tail wag, and he had to fight to suppress a minor squeal, like when mum used to scratch him in just the right spot behind his ear. It wasn't something he could do on command, or completely suppress.<br><br>"T-thank you Julian... just doing what I can to pay my way. Why don't you have a maid already?" He realized a second too late he had just called himself a maid.
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				Post by: <strong>Lain</strong> on <strong>09-07-2012, 15:31:32</strong>
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				Julian’s stiff ear twitched a bit at the question of a maid, his grey eyes lifting to the other, “I’m surprised you are so daft, and you are my brother.” He sighed. “I am a private person… I don’t let just anyone in…” He said softly as he leaned back in his chair. “I used to do my own cleaning between books… but having you around really freed up time for me.” He stated, his usual way to thank someone “Maybe I can get something done before my producer starts riding my tail.” He smirked a bit, thankful for the other’s time. <br><br>He ate slowly, enjoying his break from the office, he needed to break more often he just didn’t allow himself. “I have a meeting later…” He paused to glance at the wall clock “In an hour.” He frowned not realizing what time it was. “Can you hold the fort down?” He asked softly, he was clearly tired, he needed to take time to sleep… but that would come at a later date as well. He shook his head a bit, his fur fluffing out as he woke up after the meal and coffee. His markings where perfect, his images where never altered for the book photos, in fact even his coloring looked like his photos could have been taken in black &amp; white or full color… it was hard to tell from seeing him in person, even his eyes where the perfect shade of grey. His coloring was made up in black, white and hues of grey… just like ‘old’ photographs.<br><br>His ears perked for a moment, it was adorable to see him like that, though they fell into their natural ‘bored’ stated as he stood and took his dishes to the sink. He patted the boy’s shoulder softly, his paw was large but slender “Thanks again, brother.” He said softly as he started back to the office, though now he left the door open and the printer could be heard. If&nbsp; Dane looked, Julian was printing out what he had so far, it was a thick pile of papers, the book was almost done. He stuffed the pile into an envelope and then that into his pack that he slung over a slender shoulder. <br><br>He pocketed his phone “You have my number if you need me…” he said softly, leaving silently otherwise, his phone could be heard outside the door, his agent calling to see where he was at. That woman was a pain in Julian’s tail sometimes. He was gone and not to be back until who knew when… the office door had been left slightly open, and wondering eyes would find the unfinished story on the computer screen…
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Brother, My Master [Sabby and Lain]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 07:23:00</strong>
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				He waited until his brothers car could be heard pulling out, and then finally released the pent up fit, hugging himself at the dinner table and letting out a low, squeaky whine. The thought of his brother ever seeing a reaction like this made him want to die from embarrassment, but he couldn't help it! Julian wasn't just tolerating his presence out of some sense of familial duty any more. He had even gotten a pat. He had had to keep himself from leaning his head towards the paw on his shoulder, wanting so much to feel his idols fingers scratch at his hair. He couldn't have kept his ears from folding back though, and he knew his brother would have noticed. The thought of being read so easily by him made him shiver.<br><br>He busied himself, humming happily as he cleaned the kitchen, the thought of Julian returning to a pristine home, and the praise that could follow, making his tail thump against the loose shirt. Usually he only wore a normal shirt when he was alone. Anywhere else and revealing clothes tended to make him feel exposed. He knew it was stupid, but he couldn't just will insecurity away. The first few days here he had had his usual hoody on like some kind of protective armour. Being in just his jeans and a white Manowar shirt was not something he'd wear outside, especially around someone like Julian. It was getting easier now.<br><br>As he was finishing up, his thoughts returned to the papers that Julian had printed out. There had been a lot there... enough to be one of his medium sized novels right there. It had to be closed to being finished by now. What series was it? Was it a new one? A stand alone? No, bad Dane! He thought, for the millionth time. Not peeking. Julian said no. <br><br>And while all this stirred in his head, he had been standing right outside the door, scrunching up the dish cloth in his paws. Was it even locked? Feeling very jittery now, he carefully reached out and placed his paw on the door handle. It clicked, and eased open an inch. <br><br>Julian hadn't locked it. Damn it... he couldn't resist. Just a peek.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Brother, My Master [Sabby and Lain]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lain</strong> on <strong>06-08-2012, 15:11:21</strong>
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				Julian had been gone for the better part of the afternoon, which considering on the time he left… wasn’t all that long. He had turned in his book, it wasn’t finished, but his agent would be able to see where he was and proofread… just to make sure the meticulous hyena missed nothing as usual. Also to be sure he was still putting out good stories.. and this one was a new angle a lot darker… but just as enjoyable. It had ‘Julian’ written all over it.<br><br>The elder hyena was feeling pretty optimistic, as much as he knew how, walking home from the office. He sighed contently, ahead of schedule with more ideas brewing, this book would end up being one of his longest, he was growing as a writer… and he knew that’s what kept his books selling. He was a different author now than he had been when his first book released. He reminded himself that he was merely doing this for himself… not his fans. He enjoyed writing. He would fail if he got too worked up in sales.<br><br>Grey eyes looked towards the sky as he made it to the door of his building, the sun was setting, and he couldn’t help but wonder what his pup brother had done to busy himself. He had kept the apartment spotless, and meals cooked, but it was hardly time for dinner… the sun was setting earlier this time of year… they had another hour or so before meal time. He shook the thoughts from his mind as he pressed the elevator button and climbed in.<br><br>His tail flicked in thought as his ears fell back, that pup... his reaction to his touch earlier, what was that? He wondered, only now allowing himself to think on it, he felt a stirring in his body as he thought about the handsome pup… his tail flicking again as if to rid the thoughts from his tired mind as he stepped off the lift and headed to their front door. <br><br>Silently the key clicked the lock, walking into the quiet apartment, shutting and locking the door before heading to the office. He paused when he noticed the door was opened a crack, he hadn’t left it like that… His tail brushed a bit and his ears pinned back as he frowned. He walked quietly to the door and peeked in, wanting to know what the pup was doing while he was away, he’d had to certainly keep this locked from now on… he was a fool to trust him to not invade his only space that was off limits…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Brother, My Master [Sabby and Lain]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 17:55:16</strong>
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				He felt so guilty, but he couldn't resist. He'd been far too focused to notice the time ticking by, and even so, he couldn't have known his big brother would be back so quickly. Not even the approaching footsteps down the hall alerted him, so drawn to the words on the screen.<br><br>He was sitting on the edge of the computer chair, wide eyed and mouth slightly open, the skin beneath his fur burning bright. His breathing was heavier, and his tail only tucked in further as the scene played out in his head. He had secretly been hoping, no, PRAYING, like the pathetic little fanboy he was, that the new book would work on this. When he got a peek at the names, he couldn't tear himself away. His two favourite characters, adopted siblings in a wealthy cultist family, were enjoying their first forays into bondage, guided by their stern mother who watched from her seat.<br><br>He knew they'd get to this eventually. Julian was such a fantastic writer. Four books he had built up this relationship, and he had lapped up every perfectly paced page, every pressure cooker of ritualized sexual tension, and now they were finally getting to the good stuff. The mother watching was what did it for him though. The fact their every move was being silently scrutinized was just another reminder of who owned them, and what they were. Property. <br><br>And they were enjoying it, the dirty little pups! He bit back a whimper, eyes scanning across the screen as his paw rubbed his thigh, knees spreading and leaning back in his chair. It creaked and he inhaled a deep, slow breath, reaching up his shirt to pinch his erect nipple between his finger and thumb. This was too good. Why couldn't he write as good as Julian? Why was he so perfect?
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Brother, My Master [Sabby and Lain]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lain</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 07:55:27</strong>
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				Julian’s ears flicked back as he peeked into his office and saw his brother sitting and <em>reading</em> his newest novel. His teeth bared angrily as he slipped into the office silently. He paws padded on the plush carpet as he made his way up behind the boy, his claws extended, and ready to strike out at him. He was, however, cause off guard by the smell of the younger hyena.&nbsp; His musk hung heavily in the air as he realized just what he was doing, what he’d caught the pup in, looking to the page that he was reading shocked. <br><br>A smirk replaced the snarl on his mawl, a paw reaching out to slip to the boy’s as the front of his shirt. “You seem to be … rather enjoying those mutts…” he smiled softly, deciding to play with his own pup of a brother, his free hand paw reaching to rub at his thick sensitive ear. “I told you… you were not permitted to be in here…” he said sternly as he tugged a bit on that ear. “IU have to ask… is it my writing that does this to you, Dane… or the fact that you could be caught…?” he asked spinning the boy in the chair and gripping the arm rest tightly, pushing the back of the office chair up against the wall, and the paw over the one at his nipple held fast so he couldn’t run.<br><br>His sharp grey eyes dared him to move, his predator’s gaze deadly, it likely shook the boy deeply. “Who are you thinking about when you jack off, pup?” he asked, his paw slipping to cup the other’s crotch, rubbing him through his pants. “Don’t lie to me…” he warned as claws dug into fabric, but not enough to contact skin. “I don’t know if I want to beat the shit out of you in punishment… or make you beg for my forgiveness and to let you stay here… you are my errand boy after all…” he smirked, it was about time for his pup to find out just what that meant. <br><br>He was straining in his own slacks, his tail swishing behind him in earnest, the look of the boy just then turned him on. Yes, it was time for Dane to learn what was expected of him… since he was already turned on and all. “How… pre-tell, are you planning on doing that?” He asked arching a brow, he was sure the other could smell his own arousal on the heavy air, if he was smart he would know just what Julian had in mind. “Blow me… and if you are any good… I may not throw your lying tail on the street.” He likely wouldn’t, it was clear his brother would be fun, it all depended on how he handled this. He was not expecting him to do as he was told, if Dane stood up for himself, he could stay. Julian would be forced to kick his maid out if he turned into a blubbering annoying mess though…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Brother, My Master [Sabby and Lain]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 05:20:02</strong>
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				It wasn't just his body that froze at the feeling of that paw on his. While he did practically petrify, his mind manage to flash freeze as well, along with his heart for a few terrifying seconds as his situation dawned on him. Stiff as a statue, all his fur and ears standing straight, the only sign he was alive at all was the rattle of a very sharp inhale, and the thump of his heart, felt even through the double layer of fur and clothing. It was like Julian had reached around him and literally took his heart in his paw.<br><br>He didn't move as his older brother spoke, though his ears did turn intently during the long pauses, as if seeking out the next words. At the question of who he was fantasizing about, his tall ears turned and folded back over his head, shoulders hunching and his dark body sliding an inch down the chair. The whimper this gave him, and the shudder that travelled down his body, just happened to coincide with the paw that grasped his bulge. The reaction was subtle, but powerful, the lungful of air that he had been carefully and quietly exhaling all coming out in one little squeak, hips jerking once. The sound was more like a chirp then any kind of bark, something a feline might make. <br><br>It was a sound only a kitten would make.<br><br>He was panicking inside. How could he be so stupid?! His mind was whirring with scenes of him being tossed outside, homeless, and most pathetically, banned from Julian's website. He just wanted to burst into a flurry of apologies, wrap himself about his legs and beg for forgiveness, even if he knew the man would just shake his head at such a display. His throat had solidified anyway. The whole situation crashing down on him was making him shake visibly and it was a chore to keep silent, gulping down a breath and beginning to pant. He had only had a panic attack, like, the medical kind, twice in his life, and this was quickly turning into the third and biggest.<br><br>And then his ears shot up at Julian's words. His tail tucked in, burrowing into the special hole where his tail pokes out. He blinked his confusion, processing it. Surely he misheard. His jitters stalled, if only a little, and carefully he twisted in the chair, shifting his weight just enough to peer up at him over his shoulder. Those dark chocolatey eyes were a curious mix of guilt, fear, and puzzlement. Along with a slightly perked ear, and a tiny trilling sound in his throat, it was as close to asking 'do what now?' as he could have come in that moment?<br><br>Though his eyes did flick over to his brothers bulge, which was almost touching his cheek. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Brother, My Master [Sabby and Lain]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lain</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 15:34:10</strong>
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				Julian watched the way his brother, the way he stiffened in fear, and the look of him when he was caught. He was a good choice. Once he had the chair against the wall and the pup trapped, a skilled hand over his clothed erection, and his eyes burrowing into the other’s mind. “Answer me, Dane. Who do you think about when you touch yourself, you dirty little mutt.” He smirked. <br><br>He leaned closer to the other, his knee replacing his hand, resting hard between the boy’s legs. He pushed himself closer so his slender leg ground against him. His own heavy bulge pushing close to the toher’s face, one paw moving to rest on the younger’s shoulder, the other unzipping his pants. “If you are not going to answer me… then there is no reason your pretty little mouth should not be full.” He teased<br><br>He would not rape Dane, no, he was not that bent. He would, however, strongly suggest that his brother did as he asked. He could already tell, just by those lovely sounds he was making and that adorable expression, there was hope there. He had a feeling he knew who his brother thought of… he had a feeling all along, just how his presence made him… he knew from the first time he met the other that he was already known by him. He knew Dane was a fan. How annoying, that was until, just now…&nbsp; when he realized just how fun this particular ‘fan’ was.<br><br>He pulled out his erection, stroking it, it dipped infront of the other. Julian did not push it too close to the pup’s muzzle. Had he been wrong he would simply tuck himself away and shower, leaving things all too awkward, though he had a feeling he knew just how his brother’s taste lay. “Blow me.” it was not a cold order, it was a request, he longed to touch the soft fur of that muzzle, but he held back… he had admired the younger hyena, he finally admitted to himself, he would be more than happy to take him to bed later…<br>
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