Je t'aime

Pleine lune

~Marcus's POV~

I watched as both of them froze for a second then both turned slowly with blushes. Matthew, though, had a look of satisfaction in his darkened, lust-filled eyes.

"Oh, don't let me interrupt. If anything, continue. I'd love to watch." I gave them both a naughty grin, partially teasing, but mostly not. I'd love to actually see that. Hmm, maybe when we're all finally officialy together I could get them to agree to letting me watch when they have a little fun...

"Excuse me? That's completely inappropriate." Sinclair stepped back from my brother with his arms folded and cheeks puffed slightly with an embarrassed blush heating his face. He's so cute.

"How? Tell me exactly." I shot him a smirk as I watch him fluster for an answer that would actually mean something.

"W-well, you're brothers!"

"And? We get along real well..." I sent my brother a wink and he gave one back.

Sinclair seemed speechless and caught between being turned on by the idea or asking if I meant what he thinks I meant. How adorable.

"B-but, isn't that technically illegal? I-I mean I'm not at all against the idea- actually I think it's hot- but what if you two get in trouble? Are your parents okay with that? Do they know? Oh, god, I'm not good with secrets like this!" He ran his through his hair with an upset look on his face. "Shit, what if I slip up? I don't want you guys to hate me if I accidently blab." He looked close to tears. "What if-"

"Whoah, whoah! Calm it, babe. Our dad knows and is very okay with it. Actually, our whole family and community knows about it and supports and accepts it. No need to fret." I smile soothingly as I come close and smooth his hair back down.

"So, you think that were hot, huh?" Matthew closed the space Sinclair earlier made, making it so we were both standing close enough to him so each of his shoulders brushed against our chests. He was so slender that if we enveloped him in our arms, he would practically disappear. So short, that his head only just brushed my collarbone. But, then again, most people are shorter than us.

"Oh, um. whaat? Pfft, course not." He denied in a very unbelievable way as he went to turn away. We both wrapped one of our arms around his waist, bringing him back and even closer than before.

"Don't lie, babe. It's not bad that you think that. We think you're very sexy." I cupped his chin and tilted his face up and slowly brought our faces closer.

Just as our lips were about to touch, he pushed us both away.

~Sinclair's POV~(Surprise!)

I sat alone in the darkness of my room, cringing in pain, but also with the memory of me pushing them both away and rejecting Marcus's kiss. The look of sadness in both of there eyes as well as the look of dejection in Marcus's made a pain go through my heart. But it had to be done.

That pain wasn't only caused by the guilt eating away at me. It was a full moon tonight. My body was forcing itself to shift, even through the wiccan pills I take to keep myself in a single form. The wiccan pills were made specifically for my kind by an Elder witch named Safram. She was over 500 years old.

I knew if I accepted the kiss from Marcus, on top of kissing Matthew only minutes before, I wouldn't be able to hold my form. My birth form would come through and I would be found out for what I truly am. My father would find me.

I didn't lie to them when I told them I would die if I didn't take those pills. My death may not be a direct correlation to taking those pills, but if I wasn't able to stay appearing as I am, my father would catch wind. Come find me. And then kill me, as well as anyone who knew. I couldn't let them get hurt.

I knew werewolves were strong creatures, but my fathers power was unprecedented. I couldn't stand it if I let anything happen to my mates.

I tried so hard to forget them. I called up an old flame and we fooled around, but mostly the only thing I got out of it was a clingy ex who now thinks we're back together. so, actually more trouble than it was worth.

Soon after we hooked up and took a nap I went to the study and discovered my personal files were missing. That's when I got pissed and broke a few things. Thankfully she left before I got up. The maid cleaned up the rooms and stuff, but I was drunk by the time she left and broke a couple other things. My fault to be honest.

"Oh fuck, this hurts like hell!" I doubled over when the pain intensified as the clock strikes 11:59pm. I knew the second it hit 12o'clock I would have no other choice. The pills were strong enough that my body would naturally fight it, causing this pain. If I hadn't taken my last dosage of pills I'd be able to immediately shift painlessly, but Jean came over and I didn't know if I could even trust him.

"Ahh!" I let out a shrill scream as my skull and bones enlarged and as others shrunk. My hair grew as I slipped from my bed and onto the floor, right into the sight of the eerie moonlight.

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Okay, tell me what you think. Polite critisism is very welcomed.

What do you think Sinclair is? Why is Sin's father after him?

-Kitten