Put " I love you." in my askbox and see how my muse reacts.

     There were many ways that the statement could have been taken, especially between the two of them.  It could be said when they were teasing around, doing as much as they could to piss the other off or just tease them.  Could even be mentioned as they lay on either one of the beds, bare or clothed, just holding each other and muttering it between the soft nothings and gentle kisses.  So many ways that it could be said and so many ways that it could be meant.

       How they were at the moment, both of them on Stiles’s bed, arms around each other’s waist as shirts had been discarded only moments before.  When Stiles had broken the kiss and pulled back, Stuart didn’t know what the other was going to say or do.  He could never know what to expect from the other, what his brother may say or do.

      But when those three words left past his lips, all Stuart could do was look up to him and smile. Gentle and soft before pulling his twin down and pecking his lips with a gentle kiss.

      “I love you too.”  No matter what could happen between them, Stuart truly did love his brother.  There was little that could break them apart, and if something did, they were always back together, trying as hard as they can to not be broken apart again.  Stuart know that he belonged to Stiles and Stiles knew he belonged to him.

                                      And all of that was sealed with a kiss.