The Dimitri Twins

Chapter 3

"What were you saying?" I asked Damien.

"It doesn't matter," he said, pressing the 'on' button on the radio and tuning it to find a good channel. I dismissed it, grabbed my phone and scrolled through the WWN (WereWolf News). Damien introduced the two of us to it yesterday, so that we could actually find news ourselves. Apparently, it has been 9 days since the two went missing, and we are still the top suspects. There is a whole article about our parents and us. Luckily, they have no photos of us. Apart from what our wolves look like, our names and the fact that we are twins, as well as our powers, there isn't really much else to know about the Dimitri twins apparently. I guess that is why all of the gaps are filled with ridiculously crazy rumours...

After a long day of driving, we pulled into the first motel we could see and spent the night. There was only one room left though, so it looked like we had to share...

"I am not sharing a bed with you," Jason pointed at me.

"Well yeah, that would be fucking weird," I agreed.

"So, either Jace and I, or Belly and I," Damien suggested.

"Fuck off if you think I'm sharing a bed with you either," grumbled Jason, launching himself on the sofa, "I'm taking the sofa."

"You don't wanna cuddle with me all night?" Damien teased Jason.

"Fuck off Dame. You two better keep your hands to yourselves in that bed up there," Jason turned his head, looking specifically at me.

"Woah, why are you directing this at me?" I held my hands up in mock surrender.

"You're reading into it," Jason turned back to his phone.

After I took a shower and got changed in the bathroom, Damien took a shower, and then Jason. Whilst Jason was still in the shower, Damien crept up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and putting his head in the crook of my neck. "I can't wait to cuddle you again," he spoke into my neck.

"Jason is literally in the same room, anyway, our fling ended years ago," I grabbed his hands and pushed them off me, turning around to face him.

"I don't care about a stupid fling, it's just cuddling between friends," he smirked at me.

"Jason is still in the room," I stated, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You and I both know when that boy is asleep, he doesn't wake up until he wants to." Damien took a step forward, wrapping his arms around my waist again and pulled me into his embrace, kissing me softly on the cheek. "I missed you."

"Damien, I just don't think we should go back there," I said, trying to pull out of his grip.

"What if I want more than a fling?"

"What about when you find your mate, or when I do?" I asked.

"Then we cross that bridge when we get to it. My dad only recently found his mate anyway, I'm not going to waste the next twenty years of my life waiting around for someone. If my dad waited, I wouldn't exist."

"Yeah, and look how bloody heartbroken your mother is! I don't know Damien," I sighed.

"She'll get over it. You don't need to make a decision, I'm just showing you the options," he smiled softly at me. We both heard the shower turn off, and after he gave me a soft, chaste kiss on the lips, he pulled away and moved to the other side of the bed.

"Dame, if you touch my sister-" started Jason as he exited the bathroom, only to be cut off by Damien.

"You will chop my dick off, feed it to the sharks and stab me in the heart," Damien rolled his eyes, "I've heard it all before Jace."

"Beware."

Damien and I slept on opposite sides of the bed that night. I drifted in and out of sleep, until I heard the soft snores of my brother, Jason. Damien must have been waiting to hear Jason snoring, because as soon as he was snoring, his arm reached out to me and pulled me over to him, so that his body was around mine and I slept in his embrace.

I woke up the next morning to Damien and Jason's howls of laughter filling the dingy motel room. I have no idea what they are laughing about, but considering the fact they have about five braincells between them, it's probably not actually anything remotely funny. "One more day of driving," I groaned, stretching my arms out as I sat up on the bed.

"Shotgun!" Jason called. I was doing half of the driving today, and Damien would be doing the other half, considering that Jason did all of the driving yesterday.

"Does Belly actually have to drive? She is so shit, how did you even pass your test? I bet you sucked off the instructor," chuckled Damien.

"Fuck you," I grabbed a pillow and launched it at his head. Halfway through it flying, Jason froze the pillow so it was rock hard and it whacked Damien in the face.

"Watch how you speak about my sister," Jason warned, as Damien rubbed his face, the ice scratches quickly healing in front of our very eyes. Yeah, Jason always has my back, and I have his. What can I say? We're siblings.

"Oh sorry, it was Jason who sucked off the instructor to pass his test," grinned Damien, lightly shoving Jason.