I wish there were more fics about this pairing. Since there aren't, I thought that I might take a shot at contributing. There weren't a lot of fill requests for this pairing, and the ones I found had no responses. This is my first attempt at this pairing. I have two other stories in the works in responses to the only other two requests I found. Hope readers enjoy this! Please review if you can, I'd appreciate that!

Chapter 1: When They Were Kids

"Yanthy."

Seven-year-old Yancy Becket groaned and turned over in his bed. He slowly opened his eyes and it took a few minutes for them to adjust in the dark. When they finally did, he was greeted with the sight of his four-year-old baby brother Raleigh.

Yancy pulled one of his pillows to his chest. His arms wrapped around it in a hug and his head was half buried in the puffy headrest. He let out a small sigh.

"What s'matter, Rals?"

His little brother bit his lip and unconsciously mimicked his brother, hugging the blanket he was holding to his chest more tightly.

"Can't sweep."

Yancy blinked, and then chuckled into his pillow before rolling over and patting the space beside him in his bed.

"All right," he said. "Come on. Come up."

The older boy's heart warmed at the huge smile that suddenly spread over his younger brother's face, and he found it difficult not to laugh at the sight of Raleigh tossing his blanket onto Yancy's bed before scrambling up. Raleigh only made Yancy want to laugh harder when his brother contentedly curled against him and his eyes began to flutter.

"I wike dis betta," Raleigh said sleepily. "I sweep betta now. No mo' ni'mares."

"I'mma tell momma I told her so," Yancy thought. "Raleigh doesn't like sleeping by himself yet. He's too little."

Yancy smiled and wrapped an arm around his sibling, pulling him in closer. He placed a clumsy but affectionate kiss on his brother's forehead.

"That's right, little brother," he said, wrapping his blanket tighter around them and closing his eyes to go back to sleep. "Don't worry, I'll protect you. Sweet dreams."

"Mm...sweet dweams, brudda," Raleigh mumbled back softly before drifting off to sleep.

Yancy would never admit it out loud, but he was relieved. He didn't like sleeping alone anymore than his brother did. In fact, ever since Raleigh came into his life, Yancy wondered how he had ever handled sleeping on his own before at all.

Sharing a bed was a habit they would never quite grow out of, even into their adult years.