Arthur's pov

For the next few weeks Conner and I spend several hours each day training with Patric. To my surprise I enjoyed the training and was pretty good at it too. I practiced tirelessly in order to catch up. The three of us worked well as a team and I had soon realized I liked spending time with the two when they weren't fighting.

During breaks we usually sprawled out on the forest floor and chatted about whatever was on our mind. Usually Conner did most of the talking. He'd strike up a conversation on the most random topic and talk about said topic
in such a way that you'd want to listen. Patric talked a lot less but, when it came to a topic he liked he'd suddenly become animated and even more talkative than Conner.

This routine continued without much variation till one day I overslept. Alfred had been particularly wiggly last night and his kicking had woken me up on several occasions. When Dylan finally shook me awake Pat and Conner had already gone. I slipped on my shoes and hurried to catch up to them.

When I finally reached the clearing they were both sprawled on the damp grass. Pat was seemingly asleep and was currently using Conner's midsection as a pillow. Conner hadn't noticed me yet and was absently toying with Pat's hair.
The sunlight that flickered through the leaves seemed to set their hair on fire and at that moment I thought they were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

For a while I simply stood there and watched them. I didn't want to move for fear of ruining the moment. Just as I was about to leave Conner's head turned my way and he finally noticed me. Realizing I'd been caught my cheeks heated in embarrassment. We eyed each other for a few moments before Conner's lips curled into an inviting smile. Before I knew it I had crossed the clearing and was standing over them. At this point Pat's eyes flickered open and blinked sleepily at me. He reached out and tugged gently on my pants leg. His sleepy expression was surprisingly adorable. A sudden rush of affection hit me and I sank to the ground beside them. I settled into the space between them so that my head was nestled in the crook of Conner's arm and my legs draped over Patric's stayed like that for a few hours until hunger drove us back to the cave. It was as we were walking back that I realized that I was in love with them.

The next day after the shock wore off the realization that I was in love with my brother and cousin made me into a nervous wreck. Considering our relation I shouldn't even be able to be attracted to them. Now that I'd realized my feelings I could barely take my eyes off them and every time they touched me, whether it be a friendly pat on the back or an accidental brush of skin, it sent shivers down my spine. I let out a sigh and privately wondered why our family is so fucked up.

Dylan must have noticed something was off because he pulled me to the back of the cave just as I was about to go spar and proceeded to glare at me when I said nothing. In an effort to avoid the dreaded talk I kept my gaze on the floor and began nervously fiddling with a hole in my pants. Dylan breathed a sigh of exasperation and reached over to grab my hand.

"Look at me Arthur," he said gently.

He patiently waited for me to do so before continuing.

"You do know that whatever you tell me I'll still love you?" He asked patiently. "You can tell me anything."

"I'm in love with Pat and Conner!" I blurted out.

He blinked in surprise at my outburst before letting out a snort of laughter. I glared at him and opened my mouth to let him know I was serious.

"I can't believe you're just now realizing that!" He laughed cutting me off.

My mouth dropped open.

"You knew and didn't tell me!?" I screeched.

He was laughing too hard to answer and I angrily punched him in the side.

"Asshole!" I yelled, making him laugh harder.

Conner's pov

The day after the impromptu cuddle session. Patric and I went ahead as Dylan dragged Arthur off. We walked in a comfortable silence, neither one of us bringing up what happened yesterday. Finally, we made it to the clearing but, my mind was distracted. My senses seemed extra sensitive and, to my dismay, my eyes kept straying to the patch of skin on Patric's stomach that was revealed every time he raised his arm. Patric took advantage of my distraction to land more hits. I still managed to block some of them but, about thirty minutes into the fight he lunged forward caught my wrist in a grab. He twisted it and aimed a kick at my knee causing me to lose my balance. For what seemed lik the 100th time I found myself on the ground with Patric pinning me down. He was panting and I could feel his breath fanning my cheek. He had situated himself so that I couldn't move my legs or arms. For a few moments I squirmed around in an effort to dislodge him. I could practically feel smugness radiating from him. He leaned forward so that his mouth was barley a hair's width away from my ear.

"I win," he hissed playfully.

The moment he spoke I froze. Something about the way he said it sent chills down my spine. I swallowed suddenly more aware of our position. He drew back, taking my lack of movement as a sign that I'd accepted my defeat. Something about his expression gave me a sudden burst of courage and I lunged up to crash my lips against his. He let out a muffled gasp of surprise and loosened his grip. I seized the opportunity to free my arms and flip our position so that I was straddling his waist. Finally, I separated my mouth from his. He was wide eyed and staring up at me. I felt my own face mirroring his and I could feel my cheeks heating up. Panic and embarrassment overtook me and I started to scramble up. I had most likely just ruined any hopes of us getting along. Patric seemed to awaken from his shocked paralysis just as I was getting to my feet.

"Wait!" he yelped scrambling to get up.

I didn't bother sticking around to see what he had to say. Instead I took off, sprinting out of the clearing. I heard Patric curse loudly before starting after me. By now my mind was a chaotic mess and the only clear signal it was sending was telling me to flee. In my panic I stumbled over a log and twisted my ankle. The incident slowed me down a great deal and not long after I felt Patric's hand grab my arm and jerk me to a halt. I opened my mouth to babble out an apology only to find my mouth suddenly preoccupied with Patric's lips.

He pressed closer forcing me back into a tree. His mouth pressed aggressively against mine. His teeth nipped sharply at my lower lip and I let out a choked gasp allowing him to slip his tongue in to meet mine. Not wanting to let him have all the control I began kissing him back with equal vigor. One of my hands fisted in his shirt to drag him even closer until there seemed to be no space left between our bodies. My other hand flew up to to pull harshly at his hair causing him to let out a low moan and rut his hips forward. The sudden friction made me jerk my head back and hiss out a curse through clenched teeth. Patric used it as an opportunity suck and bite marks into the skin of my neck. His grip on my arm tightened and I had no doubt that there would be a bruise in that spot tomorrow. I ground my crotch against his in an attempt to relieve some pressure and Patric paused in his ministrations to moan loudly against my neck. While he was distracted I surged forward to nip at his neck but, the movement sent us tumbling backwards onto the forest floor. In the process I accidentally ripped Patric's shirt open, flinging buttons every where. He had more control and managed to pull my shirt over my head without ripping it. I awkwardly fumbled with his jeans for a few moments, till he grew impatient and pushed my hands aside so he could slide his pants off. I removed my own pants just as he pulled me into another kiss.

Our teeth clashed together violently and an embarrassingly high pitched yelp escaped my lips. I felt his lips shape into a smile and I nipped at them in retaliation. A sudden burst of courage had me reach between us to palm at his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. The low moan he produced sent a flush of heat to my own member. I wanted him to make the noise again so I took it a step further and tentatively slipped my hand past the elastic of his briefs to draw out his cock. For a moment I just held it in my grip, still a little stunned that this was actually happening. It was heavy and thick in my palm, much larger than an omega or a beta's cock would be.

Finally, I glanced up to find Patric's gaze trained on my face, gauging my reaction. I found myself unable to look away even as I wrapped my hand firmly around the base of his member and clumsily stroked upwards. I watched in rapt fascination as his eyes fluttered closed and his mouth parted slightly. He shuddered as I ran my thumb over the head of his cock, smearing the precum that was beading at the tip. My own cock had become hard to the point of pain and I let out a frustrated growl. Realizing my distress Patric wasted no time in pulling out my cock and stroking it. I leaned in for an open mouthed kiss, which he returned eagerly, and soon I was once again on my back. I was past the point of caring about dominance and didn't bother trying to get the upper hand. The background noises of the forest faded out of focus as we rutted and fucked against each other. When I had just about reach completion I felt Patric spasm against me and, felt the wetness of his cum on my stomach, just as sunk his teeth into my shoulder. My body arched up and I howled as I came.

There was a brief moment of stillness before Patric slowly released my shoulder. The wound throbbed and I knew it would hurt like hell after all the sex hormones faded from my system. We sat up and I was just about to break the awkward silence when something behind me caught his gaze and his eyes widened.

"Arthur," he said with a hint of panic in his tone.

Fuck. We're so screwed.