I keep rating this "M", which I don't really think it should be, but I'm not sure if incest generally qualifies for an "M"-Rating.
If anyone can help me with this, I could do a little modification on my story-ratings…
Oh, forgot the disclaimer. I don't own anything of course.
1. Business Plan
„Mr. Grimm? There's a gentleman to see you."
Jacob looked up from his book and turned with mild curiosity. He couldn't think of who would want him right now.
In the open door of the library stood a man: Young, tall, slender, blond curls framing his face – Wilhelm.
Jacob felt his heart skip a beat.
"Hello Jacob." his brother said quietly.
"Will? I …" Jacob exclaimed as he hurried over to the other man, but felt his voice falter as their eyes met. "I … didn't expect you." he finished lamely.
"Ja, I know." his brother answered still in the same low tones, holding his gaze.
There had been a special reason why Jacob had left to go to university and hadn't visited home since. It had to do with his brother. And Wilhelm had agreed with him at that time, that it was the best thing to do.
Yet here he was, looking uncharacteristically meek.
Neither spoke another word while Jacob assembled his books and joined his brother, leaving the room.
But as soon as they reached the empty corridor, Wilhelm shoved the younger man forcefully into the wall, pulling him into a hungry kiss.
"I missed you."
Some time later, when they lay pretty much squeezed into each other in Jacob's far too narrow bed, Wilhelm's fingers drew idle patterns around his brother's navel as he tried to explain.
" I couldn't. I… I tried, and tried and tried, but I can't. I want you. Always have always will."
He gave Jacob an apologetic smile.
The other nodded.
"You could stay here." he ventured. "Find a job… We could be together."
Wilhelm sighed and shook his head.
"Two bachelors, living together? People will get suspicious."
"Brothers." Jacob corrected him.
"So what?" the older man retorted. "It didn't stop us."
He sighed again.
"I don't want to talk about this right now. I don't want to think about it. Tell me about your studies."
"You really want to know?" Jacob asked in surprise.
"Yeah, sure. What are you doing all day, sitting in that stuffy room?"
The younger one smiled a little sheepishly. "Well, right know, I'm working with German folktales actually."
Wilhelm listened as his brother lapsed into his favourite topic.
"Do people actually believe this stuff?" he asked after a while.
"Yes, especially in the more rural areas superstition governs the minds of many."
Jacob replied in scholarly tones.
"They must be frightened." his brother remarked.
The younger one shrugged. "Well, they are. That's human culture for you, I'm afraid."
"Aren't there any mythic ways to deal with all these monsters and demons and stuff?"
Wilhelm wondered with a grin.
Jacob laughed. "Yeah, probably along the lines of 'Put a stake soaked in holy water through the heart, cut the head of with a silver knife and bury it by moonlight, far from any river.' or something. But luckily I don't think anyone tries that. Could lead to some rather messy accidents."
As his brother kept quite, seemingly lost in thought, Jacob leaned back to toy with the blond curls for a while.
But Wilhelm's serious voice broke the silence: "Jake? I think I got a business plan …"
