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"Come on, are we there yet?"

"Ha ha, patience young one, we are almost there."

The younger tiger growled at his brother. "You said that an hour ago Nero! And it's getting dark...".

"Dont worry Chemi, you'll have time to rest".

Chemi growled "But i dont want to rest, i want to shoot!". His older brother laughed, patting the youngers' shoulder with his free hand, other firmly planted on the steering wheel. "Weariness affects your accuracy, and i cant teach you properly if you're tired.".

The young tiger could only pout. It was rare that he got to spend time with his brother, and even rarer still was the opportunity to learn from him. Chemi could not fail to impress his older brother if he was going to achieve what he had come to do.

For what felt like eternity, there was silence between the two as they sped down the slab of tarmac, surrounded by reddish sand and the sort of life found only in a desert biome. In essence, this is what Chemi wanted. To be alone with his older brother, Nero. Eventually as the old impala chugged along the sun baked road, Nero attempted to break the silence between them.

"So uh, Chemi, how have things been since we last met?". The younger tiger hadn't removed his hand from his face or elbow from the car door as he spoke is innermost feelings to his older brother, faced with such a daunting, comprehensive question.

His answer, although crude, wasn't a lie.

"Sucky." he growled, obviously impatient. Nero, being far more mature, could sense the underlying feelings in Chemi's response. "You should consider yourself lucky, Chemi. To have such a loving family.".

Chemi always considered his older brother to be wise, but when he heard that, coming from him, his attitude simply melted. With a cracked voice, he faced his brother (Eyes still on the road), and spoke from the heart. "Nero how can you even say that? After what they did to you?". Nero was unphased, doing little more than raising an eyebrow as he gave a quick glance toward his brother, who was making a face like a kitten stranded from it's mother.

The smile on Nero's face faded, and he spoke with a heavy sigh. "Because Chemi, they love and care for you. One of these days you'll have to see things like a mature adult, and realize this.". The young tiger tried to remain insolent, "But!", but Nero would not have it. "We've already had this discussion a dozen times, and you always bring it up. It might as well be ancient history.".

"But nero!"

Being on a desert highway had advantages. You could speed with ill chance of getting pulled over, little attention was required to stay on the road during the day, and you could see for miles in your rear-view mirror. This last-most advantage was important, as the larger, calmer tiger had lost his cool, and slammed full force on the brake pedal.

Chemi would have been thrown from his seat if it weren't for the crusty lap belt, all four ties having locked up under braking, leaving a "Number 11" pair of straight line skid marks. Stopped in the center of the road, Nero rapped his claws on the steering wheel, face contorted as he tried to calm himself. It had been so long since they had last been together that Chemi had forgotten that his brother could have an awful temper, if pushed. He sunk in his seat, expecting to get scolded. Instead, quite luckily, Nero only spoke wisely.

With a bit of a snarl, Nero 'lightly scolded' his younger brother. "Chemi, you should know better than to bring this up. What choices our parents made is not for us to judge. Besides, you should be looking forward to your upcoming rite of passage. Chemi?".

Chemi's eyes welled with tears. He knew what Nero said was true, but his heart simply would not let him agree. Nero took a deep breath and patted his brother on the shoulder. "It's okay. Some day you will learn to let go.". He returned his paw to the steering wheel and gently coaxed the car over to the shoulder. Nero lightly chuckled "I should probably check the trunk after a stop like that. Dry your tears, you've done nothing wrong.".

Chemi squeezed his eyes and drew a deep breath, attempting to calm his already fragile nerves. Seeing that instance of anger in his brothers eyes felt like it had ruined any chance of his plan resulting in success. He desperately wanted things to go smoothly. With Nero looking over things in the trunk, he whispered to himself aloud.

"You're right Nero. Look forward to the future, not dwell on the past.". He rubbed his eyes with the backside of his paw and mustered up a roar, trunk slamming behind him. The tears that stung his eyes were replaced with the flame of burning desire. Paws balled into fists, he scowled, pumping himself up to overcome his eager heart. The broad door to the rusting impala hinged open with a squeal, and Nero laughed at the puffy faced tiger before him.

"Haha! That's what i like to see!". Going with the flow as he buckled himself in, Nero helped to hype up the young tiger.

"Are you pumped?"

"I AM PUMPED!"

"ARE YOU REALLY PUMPED!?"

"I AM F*CKING PUMPED!"

"STRIPES OR NO STRIPES?

"STRIPES OR NO STRIPES!"

"YOU WANNA GO?"

"LETS GOOO!!"

With a simultaneous roar, Nero mashed the pedal to the floor, forcing the tail-swishing impala back on to the road, having rekindled the fire that Chemi would need, if his mind was to be clear enough to absorb his teachings behind a rifle.

Even though the incident Chemi could not let go of had retreated to the corners of his mind, he knew that sooner or later, it would return. But for the time being, he simply indulged in the feverish screaming that their kind enjoyed so much.

".... mommy! Daddy! Noo!"

"We're sorry, but Nero has to go live with uncle Tom."

"But why? I love my brootherrr!!"

"He's not your brother any more."

"Broootheerr!!"

A young chemi wept as his older brother, the only brother he ever had, was forced to walk out the door to their suburban home, suitcase in hand. Although the details were now sketchy to him, all he could remember was the dread of losing his brother for what he thought would be forever.

Eventually, when Chemi had come of age, he discovered a dark secret, locked away in the attic. The secret which made Nero slam on the brakes, the very same which put him out of out of Chemis life for so long.

He found some of Nero's personal belongings, stashed beneath a loose floorboard which cracked while he was running up and down what used to be Nero's room. Having not seen Nero for over a decade, he clawed at the box of good sticking out of the pink insulation. He returned the floorboard to it's slot and quickly stashed the box in his room. Every time he had found one of Nero's belongings his parents were quick to take it away. He would not let them have this treasure.

Later that night when it was 'lights out', hearing his parents retreat to their room, the soft rusting of intimacy he had long ignored becoming prominent, he stepped out of bed and pulled the shoebox from his nightstand drawer. With no hesitation he took his flashlight 'for emergency use only' and snapped the tape holding the lid shut with a claw, slowly opening it as if it were the ark of the covenant or a booby trapped container.

Inside were simple things, which Chemi would later on find out were "Things of Nero's youth", like a time capsule, forever containing the few pleasantries Nero had before he was forced out into the world at his young age, like an adult. Some matchbox cars, a deck of playing cards, a baseball and glove, stale chewing gum, a torn segment of what was his favorite blanket, and even a playboy and a rubber, no doubt stolen from dad. But beneath all these things was the real treasure, which Chemi held with wide eyes.

"Nero's Diary!". Although he hadn't even opened it, and the cover lacked any sort of indication as to who it's owner was, he knew that it was Nero's. One day he had reappeared at the doorstep, accompanied by their uncle Tom. Mom and dad weren't happy, and made Chemi stay in his room untill they left, but with a ear to the wall he could make out what was being said.

"All he wants is his box of belongings."

"We threw away everything the day he left, not a scrap of his belongings remain in our home."

He could hear Nero pipe up

"But you dont understand! My diary! It's hid-"

"That's enough out of you. Take the brat and go, Tom, before he causes trouble.".

Hearing the soft sounds of love begin to die down, Chemi quickly stuffed the plain looking journal under his pillow, along with his switched off flashlight, and swept the other things into the shoebox. He got down on his knees and slid the box under his bed, hands on the mattress in order to prop himself up.

"*Knock knock* Chemi, lights out means lights out". The door cracked open, just wide enough for his dad to peer through it. Chemi had taken up the "praying" position, and faked some prayers. "I know dad, i'm about to go to bed. I was just prayin!".

His father, a large, muscled, ordinary tiger had parted the door more, stepping toward what he considered his only son. "Your mother thought she heard you say the 'N' word again.". Chemi felt the giant paw of his father rest on his shoulder, which meant he demanded an answer. "I was just prayin for him. I mean, he could use it because of what he did.". Chemi looked up at his father, giving a bright fanged smile to signify sincerity, like any guilty kid would to their parents when nearly caught in the act.

Wearing little more than a robe and bulging boxer shorts, a deep laugh beat in his chest. This was the moment that earned his parents the scorn he felt to this day.

With that wicked laugh, and a wicked smile, his father patted his shoulder and walked for the door.

"You needn't pray for him. Not even god could save him from hell's clutches for what he did."

Chemi could hardly believe what he had heard. He knew they were cold toward Nero, but never like that. His fur stood on end as his father walked through the door, speaking as he shut it behind himself. "Go to bed kiddo." "Night dad!".

Chemi climbed into bed and lay there silently, knowing his father was waiting to hear him stepping out of bed again. Only once he hear the soft mrewls and mews of his parents 'moshing' strum up again did he pull the flashlight and journal from behind his pillow. Without pause he clicked on the flashlight and pried open the chronicle, quickly thumbing through it to see how much had been written.

Nero's journal had only been half written in, first hundred pages being slightly worn , with the rest still crisp, although somewhat faded. Though he had hoped it would be stuffed full of saucy things from his long 'lost' brother, what he read was actually pretty humble, if typical for someone who was of his age when he writ.

Early entries were mostly splayed with him and his actions with a young Chemi, stuff from when he was too young to read, or even reach the sink without a stepping stool.

"March 8th

Today was really fun! Chemi started to come out of his shell, and he chased me through the whole house! Then dad chased us around the house. We had to stop when Chemi slipped and fell on his butt. He cried alot! But was not hurt".

Chemi face-pawed. He couldn't remember the incident, but if Nero had written it, it had to be true. He skipped ahead some, stopping on the first entry that wasn't just about their antics.

"June 23rd

I hate summer school. It's dumb. All they do is repeat what they say over and over and expect you to get it. And people still make fun of me for being white! But mom and dad say i have to do it.

That nice leopard boy from Ms appleton's math class was there today. He gave me a big hug, and even shared his lunch with me. I wish everybody was as nice as he was."

That was when Nero was in the third grade, about two years before the 'incident'. Chemi was getting ready for kindergarten in the fall, and could remember how Nero favored "Jason", the leopard. He would never bring him home though, as much as Chemi pleaded him to so they could play together.

The young tiger flipped ahead more, stopping on a page with a red dot at the top. It was dated for the summer, two years from the last entry, the summer before he was cast away. He had gone to summer camp that year, or rather, was forced to by mom and dad. He never understood why they were so keen on getting him out of the house, especially to a christian boy's camp.

"June1st

Summer camp has just started, and i cant finally go back home. I've learned alot, but it was stuff i pretty much knew anyway. God this, god that, it's okay i'm different. I cant wait to tell Chemi about everything once it's over.

That spot by the lake was empty again, and Jason said we should go swimming again after dark, under the full moon."

'Jason went to summer camp?' Chemi wondered to himself. Mom and dad wouldn't let him tell Chemi what Nero did at summer camp, but he was scorned for whatever he did. The camp counselor had called them to pick him up early, after all.

"It was fun swimming around with him, cool water against our bodies in that horrible summer heat. Somehow my trunks came off in the dark and i couldn't find them, so i swam over to jason to ask him for help. When i told him what happened, he said he had an idea, and led me to the part of the lake where the dock thingy was. We would sit under it for the shade in the day."

Chemi giggled softly at the thought of his brother bare in the water. 'I bet his friend was grossed out!', he stifled a laugh with his flashlight clutching paw.

"Normally i dont like being naked, clothes feeling better, and being in front of my best friend didn't help. He asked me why i was covering my noodle with my hands, and when i said i was embarrassed, he took his off! He said if i wasn't comfortable, he'd be uncomfortable with me."

Chemi was still young, but he could tell where things were going. He had a similar experience with one of his own friends in the fifth grade, but chickened out because he thought they would get caught. 'Why would the make you go if this was all you did?'

"We just kind of sat there for a while, covering ourselves. Nobody was around, so i said 'this is stupid' and leant back on my paws. Jason leaned forward on his. He grabbed my wiener and started to rub it. It scared me at first but it felt great! Put my paw on his and we rubbed each other untill he squirted on me like a jerk. I was gonna get mad at him, but he started to suck mine. It took my breath away, way better than the touching we did in the school bathroom. I'm too embarrassed to write what it was like, but he swallowed when i squirt. Before i could tell him thanks... he kissed me."

Though Chemi had been expecting something naughty, he wasn't expecting that. He sat slack jawed for a moment, amazed at what he had just read. His Pjs were feeling tight, 'Jeez Nero, you were crazy'. Anxiously he read on.

"We swimmed around more to get the sticky cum, as he called it, out of our fur before heading back. When we did we had to sneak into our cabin. Jason told me he loved me! Yay! The blood dot on this page is from both of us, and is a sign of our relationship.".

'So Jason and Nero were an item? No wonder mom and dad were so furious.'. The journal entry ended there, and every one past it, to the end of summer camp, was filled with their experimentation, each entry getting saucier than the last. Chemi would have pleasured himself, but he couldn't read with a flashlight and paw at the same time.

Toward the end of summer camp they had gone all the way, erupting in a night of insane passion between two male cats who truly found themselves. Predictably, Nero was the top. He had written how "I wish Jason was a girl, so we could have babies", which made it clear to Chemi just how in love they were. Still bulging in his Pjs, this saddened him some. 'Jason took my big brother away. That jerk!'.

He wanted to be mad at Jason even though he never really met him. Chemi flipped to the last set of entries to see if he really was to blame. And if he was, he would swear to bring vengeance down upon him. Looking through for confirmation, he nearly screamed when he came across the REAL reason they sent him away.

Up to this point, Chemi never knew why he was white or had no stripes. But mom and dad protected him and tried to keep him out of public whenever possible. He had friends and they came over a lot, but he was never allowed to play in their homes, with their families. He was lucky if they would even let him play in the yard sometimes.

He had been questioned at school before by the school counselor, and even the principal of how life was at home. He never showed any signs of abuse or mistreatment, and he even enjoyed school, but the adults were all branding him something but he never knew quite what.

The entry was dated about three weeks before they kicked Nero out of the house so coldly. Chemi had to stay with his autie Nelly the whole time, coming back only to see Nero go. The page was tear-stained halfway through, smudging some of the words, but enough was legible to convey the horrorstorry that was their conception.

"September 11th

Today was supposed to be awesome, but instead it turned out to be the worst day of my life. I was playing with Jason at his house after church, while his parents had friends over for lunch. I guess somebody said something wrong, because his parents came outside and separated us while we were chasing each other.

I tried to ask what was wrong, but they just gave me mean looks and called me an 'abomination'. They called mom and dad to come pick me up and said some mean things to them, and some kind of protection people after that. They made me sit in the corner and put Jason in his room. They told me some people were going to take me away from mom and dad."

The tear stains began to dot the page here. Chemi wearily read on, getting the part he made the mistake of looking across to begin with.

"Sometime later after what felt like hours, a human guy and a lady wolf in suits came. The human didn't want to touch me, so the lady took me in another room. She asked me what life was like at home, how mom and dad treated me and Chemi, stuff that didn't have anything to do with anything.

She wrote everything down on a clipboard, and told me that her and the human were going to help me. When i asked her why this was happening, she said she couldn't tell me. I asked if it was because i love Jason, and she just shook her head."

The tear stains now ran down the paragraph, and Chemi's mouth grew dry. It wasn't ever about Jason. It was about something much worse. The words were smudged so the young tiger couldn't make everything out, but none of it was important anyway.

"Mom and dad were yelling so loud i didn't have to try and hear them. The lady wanted to cover my ears, but i wouldn't let her. They were yelling about how this was all a big mistake, and how they might do something called 'sue' if they didn't hand be over to them. I don't know who sue was but i guess she's mean. The human yelled for the lady to bring me in. Mom was outside, and dad looked mad. He told me we were going home"

~

"Come son, we're going home."

"Dad, am i in trouble?"

"Yes son, you're in Big trouble".

The human piped up, bravely against the bellowing tiger.

"You cant blame the boy! You're the sick weirdos who made him!"

"What WE do is OUR business. Not yours!"

"Incest children are a CRIME in this state! We will have him in our custody soon enough, and out of your abusive hands!"

"Hah, you call us Abusive? Why don't you go bother some pedophiles or people who actually DESERVE to have their children taken from them!"

~

"... When we got home they made me go to my room. When i asked where Chemi was, they said he was with grandma and that i wasn't allowed to see him. They locked me in there until the sun went down. I cried harder than i ever had before.

When mom came up with a plate of food, she told me everything would be alright. I asked her why those people wanted to take me away, and why she was crying, and why dad was so angry.

Mom made a sad face and started to cry. I told her i was sorry. Sorry that i loved Jason, or for whatever i did. She said it wasn't my fault, but she wouldn't stop crying. I asked her 'Mom, just tell me the truth. I'm a big boy, i'll understand'. I wish i never asked. "

Chemi thought to himself 'If Nero regrets something it would have to be crazy bad for him to want to.'. It felt so obvious, and so very sickening, when he read the next paragraph.

"Mom tried to tell me about when a man loves a woman, or like how i love Jason, and i told her i get that. Then she said "Sometimes brothers and sisters love each other too. More than normal brothers and sisters. They love each other like moms and dads do. They even have kids sometimes, but the government doesn't like it. They say it's bad and take away those kids, and punish the parents.".

She wiped her tears and rubbed my head, and told me the truth. Mom and dad were actually brother and sister. I asked her if that makes me an abomination. She just told me to forget whatever those people said and hugged me really hard. She said that she loves me, and dad does too, even if he doesn't show it. She said he's just embarrassed and that it will all be okay.

I really hope everything will be okay. She said Chemi can never know, or the bad men will come for him. She said that they would try to not let them take me. I asked her if i go if they would let him stay. She told me they might, since he didn't have stripes. They might not think he was even a tiger.

I told mom i would go so Chemi would stay. She said it was alright and i didn't have to do that. I told her i wanted to. Chemi means everything to me, and i don't care if they put me in jail, he deserves to be happy, even without his big brother.

One day he'll know what happened and why. I can only hope that he doesn't hate mom and dad for it when he does.".

Chemi was shocked. His only brother gave himself up to the care of a legal guardian, thinking he would go to jail, just for him. Chemi could feel his heart wrench in his chest, and tears welling in his eyes. Though the entry ended there, it wasn't the last one. Tears streaming down his furry face, some even drooping down his whiskers, he flipped to the last entry.

"September 30th

Today is the day. Mom and dad have already packed me a suitcase, and i got to call Jason one last time. He said he'll miss me, and i told him that some day we would be together and be a family. Mom made me tell him that Chemi can never know what happened.

All the stuff in my bedroom was mostly gone, except for the bed and dresser. My secret stash is still under the floorboard, I'm still amazed they never found it.

Chemi still hasn't come back home. I was hoping I'd get to see him before i go.

Mom and dad said some guy named "Uncle Tom" was coming to get me so i could go live out in the country with him. I know we don't have an Uncle Tom. He's a child protective services worker, i heard dad get upset over it on the phone. Mom said he had a farm, with cows and chickens and a rooster that crows in the morning. She even said i could work for him when i was old enough.

I wanted to talk to dad about everything, but he doesn't even want to look at me. I should probably feel scared and be crying my eyes out, but I'm not. I have to be brave, like a grown up. I have to be brave for Chemi. He wouldn't like it if he knew his big brother was a wimp.

Mom just knocked on the door and told me "Uncle tom" is on his way.

I'm going to leave this diary in my stash box, so later when things are better i can show Chemi the awesome things I've done and tell him why i had to go. I hope he understands.

Bye bye journal. You have been there for me through thick and thin. If mom and dad find this, I love you guys no matter what.

If Chemi finds this, for the love of god, don't read it. You wont understand until you're older. And i love you too Chemi, more than you'll ever know. When you're an adult we can do fun adult stuff together. I promise. I owe it to you."

'He... he thinks i wouldn't understand?". Chemi shut the journal and slid it underneath his pillow. He clicked off his flashlight and put it with it. Disheartened, Chemi rolled over, away from the direction of his parents bedroom, still emitting the sick noises of sex that Chemi now knew was wrong.

He didn't care if Nero loved them, he could never love anyone who would dare send away his brother. But he simply sighed and wept into his pillow, knowing that for his sake, and to not make his brothers efforts for nothing, he would have to try. He fell asleep thinking about how he would one day get to make up all his lost time with Nero. He would love him more than Mom, Dad and Jason COMBINED!.

The next few days were awkward for him. Knowing things he did not know before, he understood why mom and dad tried to keep him out of the public or let him in dad's study, or let friends get too nosy. For him, the worst was at night.

Dad would laugh before when Chemi would catch on to what him and his mother were doing, and Chemi would just blush and pretend it didn't happen. Now in order to just get sleep he had to wrap a pillow behind his head and over his ears. One night it actually made him sick and he threw up in the floor, throwing up more when faced with parents with sex hair, fresh from the actions.

As time went on, Chemi realized that his parents really did love each other, more than some of the other kids parents. He still couldn't forgive them for sending Nero away, but he could at least accept that they loved each other. The sounds of lovemaking no longer bothered him. He even attempted to peep once, but to no avail.

Armed with the truth for seven years, when he was 17 he demanded mom and dad take him to meet "Uncle Tom.". Surprisingly, they didn't put up any sort of a fight. Dad even tried to get angry, but he had said there was "No use in fighting it any more".

The Diary was correct about the farm, meaning Nero hadn't been lied to. It was a ranch style farm, full of cattle and some horses, no crop besides hay to make feed for the cows. Before they even pulled up the long driveway, Chemi saw a White, striped figure driving around on a tractor with a lawn mower trailer. But as they pulled in the driveway further, the tractor came closer, figure stepping down to get them.

It was a Zebra. Chemi wasn't discouraged by the African intern there to study American Agriculture, and when Dad rolled down the window to ask for the owner of the farm, Chemi blurted out "Where's Nero!".

"Haha never mind the boy, we're just looking for the owner."

"No, Mister Tom told me he'd be expecting Nero's parents."

His dad winced as he was once more associated with Nero. The zebra just laughed. "It's all good mister S, your secret has remained on this farm ever since. Mister Tom should be inside the main office."

Chemi's father sighed in relief. "That good to know. And thank you, we'll head on inside. And your english is good!"

"Thanks mister S!" The Zebra raised a thumb in approval, obviously having worked hard to get where he was. As they pulled in front of the ranch style home, with a sign in the door that said 'Main office', the Zebra hopped on his tractor to take on the other half of the field.

Before they even got out of the car, Chemi's father spoke directly to him.

"Son, i know it's been forever, but try not to upset..." His father swallowed dryly "...Nero. I-im sure he- Son WAIT!"

Without letting his father finish, Chemi slipped out the door of the station wagon and was already halfway inside the main office by the time he took pursuit. He busted in shouting "Nero! Neerooo!!".

"Whoa there fella, where did you come from?"

A large, broad shouldered human in boots, jeans (With a suspiciously large belt buckle), flannel shirt and cowboy hat stopped Chemi. He was afraid of the brown bearded man for an instant, untill he stuck out a hand. Chemi gave him his paw, only to have it crushed with a manly handshake.

Chemi rubbed his sore paw "I-i'm Chemi, Nero's little brother.". Chemi felt like a little cub in front of the gargantuan man before him. The large man, equally as large as his father, let out a similar bellowing laugh. "Yes, he told me about you. Of course you were still in diapers when he-"

"Chemiiii- Ohh mister Thomas!"

His father had stumbled in, apparently he had gotten hung up by his seat belt, and stuck out a paw to shake the man's hand. Chemi smiles as they shoot hands, Dad and Mister Thomas Were almost splitting image of each other

.

"I'm sorry if my son just disrupted everything."

"Oh no it's fine. Really. I'm sure Nero will be happy to see him".

"Where is he anyway?"

Chemi chimed in. "Yeah, where is he? I'd hate to hear that he's gone.".

For a second, Chemi felt like he would bawl. He expected to hear "Nero left a long time ago" or "Nero died in a horrible accident involving a tractor".

"Oh he's just down on the range testing his new toy. Saved up for a whole year for the darn thing."

When Chemi heard toy he thought 'Oh no he's gone retro progressive in his age and turned into a giant manchild.'. The large man pointed a thumb behind him, and with a smile, he led them around the desk and into the back area. There was a shed, equipment, and some kind of concrete bungalow with gentle popping sounds coming from inside.

His father spoke up before they went near the crackling building. "Uh, Mister Thomas, If it's alright i think Me and Helen will wait in the office." Chemi looked at his father, face obviously stricken with guilt. His mother was in his arm, rubbing his back with a paw. He hadn't thought of how difficult this might be for them.

"Yes that's fine. I suppose Nero will understand."

His dad spoke lowly, almost ashamed in tone. "I certainly hope so."

Chemi's mother and father stepped back inside the office, and the big man led Chemi to the door of the concrete bungalow, large hand cupped over his shoulder. "Now im'a warn ya. Your brother has grown an awful lot. I'd say you might not recognize him, but he's the only tiger here.". Once they got to the door of the Bungalow, still popping occasionally, Chemi stuck out a paw to enter.

"Woah there fella, he's still popping off rounds in there. If i don't knock first he's going to deafen you!". Chemi was going to ask what he had meant, the only thing 'deafening' to him was his father's roar, but he figured it was not necessary since he was going to figure out any moment. As the bearded man put forward a giant fist to knock, Chemi stopped him.

"Uh, Mister Thomas?". The large man brought his equally large arm and fist to a halt. "What is it son?". Chemi smiled at the hand. "Regardless of what happens, i just wanted to say thanks. Thanks for taking care of my brother all these years and-" "Oh stop it, he wasn't a burden of any sort. And he made my wife, Sheilah, happier than a clam. If anything, you ought to thank her.".

Before Chemi could speak any further, the man pounded his fist on the steel door. The popping inside had stopped, and the door swung open from the inside. "Nero, you've got a visitor."

Mister Thomas hadn't lied. Nero stood about as tall as his father, broad black stripes and long whiskers being more prominent than Chemi had remembered. Instantly he was attracted to his brother, forcing arms around his midsection and pressing his face into Nero's toned midsection.

"Nero! I missed you so much!" Chemi moaned into his brother's shirt, so happy he could break out in tears. "I'm happy to see you too Chemi! You couldn't have come at a better time!".

"Just make sure the boy has some ears on if you let some off, Nero." Mister Thomas spoke, cautiously. "I'll leave you two alone.". "Thanks Mister Thomas, i will. Come inside Chemi, you're gonna love this.".

Chemi couldn't think of what it could possibly be. But as soon as he saw the interior of the little concrete shelter, targets spattered with holes on the wall, and shell casings all over the floor, he put two and two together. But before he could say something smart, his brother let out his hands toward the rifle sitting on the bench, loaded magazine setting beside it.

"No way! You have a Dragunov!?"

Indeed, sitting on the bench was an iconic 'sniper rifle', minus it's signature PSO 7x scope. It was one Chemi had seen in many games, and sometimes in movies, but never in real life. He knew it took 7.62x54R and had 10 round magazines, but beyond that was speculation based on black ops 6, when you get one to snipe the president during his visit to the moon because he's a sleeper agent working for an undead Makarov.

Nero bellowed a laugh, obviously inherited from his dad. "Yeeah i saved up all last year, and did the worst work to get this baby imported, just came by truck today! The scope hasn't come yet". Nero slapped a hand down on the hollow butt of the rifle, rocking it gently. "Authentic Russian. The import fees alone were ten grand!".

If Chemi had been drinking something, he'd have spit it out.

"T-TEN GRAND?!?". Nero flashed a fanged smile at his brother. "Haha, when you're older you can buy one too.". Chemi jumped for the seat, but a clawed finger grabbed him by the collar. "Whoa there 'Tiger', i cant let you shoot it without teaching you how.". Chemi fought at the clawed finger, tearing his shirt some. "Oh come on if you love me you'll let me doo iiiit". Nero laughed harder than before, unlatching his claw and letting Chemi stumble to the floor. "Hahaha, you haven't changed a bit. Still the same ol eager cub. With less poop in the pants, hopefully.".

When Chemi got to his knees he pleaded more. "Oh come on, Please? Pleeease?".

"No."

"Pleeease?"

"No, but you can watch."

"Tch, Fiiiine.".

Even though it had been over a decade when they last saw one another, Chemi felt right at home sitting beside his brother and complaining that he wont let him use his SVD. Nero obviously felt the same way, excited to show off his new toy to a jealous younger brother. Nero handed him 'ears' in the form of big, over-the-ear ear muffs.

Chemi fumbled to fit the ear muffs, obviously made for humans, over his ears. Nero helped him, having to set them back at an angle to fit over the top of them. "You know, dad just kind of tells me that guns are for war and bad people. He wouldn't let me own one even if i wanted.".

Nero spoke loudly as he crammed foam ear plugs into his ears. "Yeah well i figured as much from our old man. Always being protective and shit. One day he'll understand that you'll be your own man, and you should be able to have some adult things to train on.".

Chemi spoke, but obviously not loud enough to compensate for the partially deafened, ear plugged brother of his as he loaded a magazine into the rifle. "I've been meaning to ask you, are mom and dad really-" "Now watch this!". Nero obviously did not hear his little brother as he turned off the safety and ripped back the slide with a muscled arm.

Being near a rifle in real life is a lot louder, and a lot brighter, than in a videogame. The gun blast of a SVD has been recorded at over 160 decibels, nearly twice as loud as a 747 at maximum take off power. Nero wasted no time in positioning the butt to his shoulder and aiming down the 'emergency' iron sights and sending a round down range.

"BA-BANG!!"

Chemi shoved his hands over the ear muffs, sensitive tiger ears ringing, and sensitive tiger eyes seeing nothing but bright flash for a few seconds. Nero looked over at his stunned brother, shouting "You'll get used to it!!".

Before Chemi could beg for some mercy, the big cat emptied the magazine, in three round bursts.

"Bang, bang bang!"

"Bang, bang, bang!

"Bang, bang! Chhkk!"

"Whaat? Oh come oon!". Nero was upset that the last round hadn't fired, chink sound telling him what had obviously happened. Chemi was just regaining his sight and hearing as he saw his brother unhook the magazine and yank the slide back a few times to clear the jam, sending out a shell and some gun powder.

More dazed than confused, Chemi asked the obvious. "What happened?". His brother nero stood to tilt the rifle on it's side, dumping out more powder and holding the rifle up to the light. When he stood, Chemi had to look away. Nero obviously enjoyed showing off his toy, prominent bulge in his jeans. He certainly was huge, in more ways than one.

"The fuckin bullet separated from the case when it chambered. Grrr i'll have to drill this out." And with a fearsome roar. "SON OF A BIIITCH!!".

It was a roar about as deafening as the rifle, definitely inherited from dad. Chemi took off his ear muffs and set them on the powder-dusted bench before him and rubbed his ears between forefinger and thumb. "Sheesh Nero, you don't have to shout, I'm right here.".

Chemi couldn't help but eye the tent as Nero sat back down, jostling stiffly. It was enough to set him off as well, making him cross his legs. "I'm sorry Chemi, that just should not have happened. But this was surplus ammunition. Piece of shit cheaper than dirt catalogue.".

The younger tiger roared in protest. "Aww i thought you were gonna teach me!". Nero shook his head apologetically. "This is gonna take a day to drill out and clean. Sorry Chemi.". Chemi pouted and crossed his arms, sticking his nose out to the side. "And nice boner, idiot.".

Nero looked down at his lap, and playfully thumped at Chemis own. His crossed arms immediately went to his now stinging crotch. "Haha, don't be lookin at my junk lil bro.".

Chemi blushed. He had planned on telling Nero about how he 'found himself' in high school, with his Coyote friend Devond. But now he was too embarrassed. "Yeah, mom told me about that wolf friend of yours. It's alright, it doesn't bug me.".

Chemi's face went red, visible beneath white fur. "She-She told you!? She said she wouldn't tell anybody!". Nero smiled "Yeah, she's kept me up to date on you and the fam. He's gotta be awful cute if you're his.". "S-stop that!" Chemi stammered out, turning around on the stool and cramming his face into his paws. Nero patted his back. "If it makes you feel any better, i'm the same way.".

Though Chemi did know at one point about Nero's thing for Jason, but that was a long time ago. He had actually forgotten. A playful growl from his older brother both excited and terrified him. "NERO NOOO!!". Chemi attempted to jump to the floor, but instead stumbled and fell on his face. Nero laughed hard once more. "HAHAHA! Jeez Chemi, calm down. I wouldn't do that to ya.".

Chemi rolled over and sat up, wiping the filth from the floor off of his nose. Spread legged, Nero could see the extent of the damage he had caused. He shook his head and stood to offer his brother a hand. "I know mom said you were gay, but this is just ridiculous.". "You shut up! It's not my fault you're hot!".

Chemi had replied autonomously, a nasty habit he picked up from his coyote friend, and it took a moment of silence for him to realize what he had just said. He put paws over his mouth, but the damage was done. "Chemi, we'll discuss this another day.".

Chemi gave a nervous laugh and tried to change the subject, sticking a paw in his pants to readjust himself. "Haha hopefully you'll each me how to use that dragunov some day too.".

Nero's eyes lit up when his brother mentioned that. "Oh yeah! Before you distracted me by ogling my junk, i was gonna tell you. I bought this shack out in the desert styx for shooting and stuff. It's more than a hundred miles from the nearest town, so there's plenty of privacy out there. It's where i honed my skills, and most of my guns are locked up in it's cellar. I'll take you out there some day and teach you how to shoot!" Nero shifted his footing to make his now softening manhood bulge once more "And maybe more if you dont get your act together".

Chemi loved the idea of shooting, but an open invitation to fool around with his brother? He practically squealed and jumped to his brother, wrapping his arms around his waist and, purposefully, bringing their hips together. "Oh thank you! Thaaank youu!! It'll be so much fun! And i can brag to all the kids at school that you have your own gun shack with guns and- wait you keep all your guns out in a cellar in the middle of nowhere?"

"Well, yeah. It's a concrete underground shelter with a lock that i have the only key to.".

"Oh, you were making it sound like a dusty wooden cellar".

"Puh-lease, i wouldn't store my guns in something like that. They're actually kept in freezers in it, it's pretty cool. I'll show you when we eventually do go out there.".

Chemi looked up at his brother, still squished to him. "When will that be?". Nero scratched his head. "I dunno, you'd have to ask the folks. Dad would freak if i asked.".

"Ohhh i hope they let me."

"And it wont be anytime soon. Maybe later on in the summer after the rains have gone. It washes out the trail."

"You promise you'll take me one day?"

"You have my word."

"Thanks Nero!" Chemi hugged tighter, feeling a paw pat his head.

"You can thank me by not grinding my junk. Pervert." He stuck a tongue out at his little brother.

He had caught on to Chemi, who let go and turned around, blushing. "*ahem* Well it would be easier if you weren't so openly alright with me doing it.". Nero just shrugged. "I dunno. Someday i'll tell you something that will open your eyes and make you see that it's not wrong if two love each other.".

"Aww you love me?"

"How could i not? You're my only bro." .

"Awww huuugs!"

"No damn it."

"Aww".

"Wake up Chemi! We are here!"

"*KrrggzzzSNORT!* Wha-hah?"

Nero pointed out the windshield as he pulled up to what looked like a log cabin. Certainly more than just some shack. Night had already fallen, and Chemi had passed out so hard that drool made the fur stick all around his mouth and down his arm. "Yaaaayyy-*Yaaaawn*".

Nero laughed at his exhausted little brother. "Well car rides did make you sleepy when you were little. Stuff like that never changes, so i don't see why i didn't see this coming.". Chemi rubbed his eyes with balled up fists and sleepily said the only thing his mind would let him. "Whaaat?"

Nero shook his head and laughed gently. Although he was sleepy, Chemi could see utter releif in his older brother's face. This was his priding grounds. It was where he was most comfortable. To him, it was probably what he would call "Home". "I was actually gonna show you what tracers look like at night, but it wouldn't be save to have you dozing off in the hills.". Chemi yawned in protest. "Noo really i amh fiine."

Chemi pulled on the door handle, popping open the door. But as he took a step out, he was caught on something. "Seat belt" Nero chuckled. Chemi was so tired that he couldn't even find the seat belt latch in the dark. Nero popped it for him and barked an order. "Now you get inside and get some sleep. We start when the sun rises."

"But-"

"No butts. Only yours meeting mattress. Here, take the key. Don't drop it, the only other one I have is 120 miles back the way we came."

Chemi extended a paw and took the key, hobbling out of the car as he heard a cell phone ring. He looked behind himself to find nero waving him on and putting a phone up to his ear. 'Yeah, hey ma. Yeah. Yeah. He's going to bed right now. Uh huh-" the chatter faded as Chemi approached the door to the log cabin. Nero had gotten out of the car and was fumbling around with things in the truck.

From there on in it was a daze. Chemi simply waltzed in, found the nearest thing that looked like a bed (The couch in the main room, bedroom being in the back room), and passed out once more face first. The last thing he heard was Nero coming in the door, metallic objects jostling in his arm, as he spoke to his mother. "Yeah, he'll be alright. He's actually passed out on the couch. Yeah i'm gonna put him in bed. Yeah. I love you too mom. Yeah i'll do that for you. Byyee!! *klick*".

Nero let the ammo can he was holding unceremoniously fall to the floor, in an attempt to wake Chemi. He was out like a rock. He shook his head and knelt to take his brother in his arms. "Why did you have to fall asleep now? I wanted to show you awesome things.". Nero, for the first time since he could remember, was pouting over something. More importantly, someone. He muttered to himself as he lifted his zonked out brother to his chest and carried him to bed "Thank you lord for bringing us back together.".

Nero carefully lay his brother to bed in a big, rather rustic, king sized bed, with authentic bear pelt comforter, and pulled the pelt over his brother. He rubbed the back of his neck hesitantly before doing as mother ordered him to. "Uh... this is from mom.".

The big cat bent down and gingerly pressed his whiskered lips to Chemi's forehead, giving a kiss, and then a short lick up the bridge of his nose like a mother does when expressing love to a cub. Though he nor mom ever told him, Chemi's mother had always kissed him good night after he was fast asleep. Chemi's ear flicked as Nero stood up straight, rolling over in bed and moaning the familiar name. "Mmhhhh Neerooo...".

Nero couldn't resist trying a trick a friend had taught him long ago in summer camp, about how to torture guys in their sleep. He leaned in closely and let a warm, deep breaths of air bathe the tip of his little brother's exposed white ear, which flicked with every breath. He then tried pushing his luck, gently pinching the very tip of his ear between his powerful fangs, and lightly gnawed. Seeing Chemi blush and shifting his legs about nearly made him laugh. He let go of his little brother's ear, gently licking the backside of it before turning to leave.

"Yep, still sleeps like a rock. He really hasn't changed a bit."