Brandon couldn't tell you what came over him. He just woke up and didn't feel like himself. Brandon hadn't felt like himself all week. When he made it into the living room his head was pounding and his mouth was dry. The sudden sound of blood pumping rushed his ears, and the feeling of hunger grew. Not realizing he hadn't eaten in a few days. Quinn had been sitting on the sofa when Brandon came out of his room. He was barely able to get up from where he was before Brandon lunged at him. He crouched down on all fours as he tried to corner Quinn. Brandon looked at him as if Quinn was prey. Brandon a hunter as he stalked in closer, swiping with his hands as if more animal than a man at the moment.

Quinn had jumped the sofa on his way around Brandon to get to the bathroom, snatching his phone off the coffee table in the process to call Crash. He didn't realize Brandon had made contact till Crash pointed it out to him. He had blood coming from his forearm where he had fought Brandon off.

Brandon looked at his brother with wild eyes as he licked his lips. Blood pooled down his chin, staining the top of the tee shirt he was wearing.

"He tried to eat me." Gasped Quinn.

"He didn't try to eat you." Assured Crash as he pulled his cut back on.

Quinn shook his head. He didn't believe it. Brandon had been coming at him as he had gone after that piece of chuck roast he was given.

"He'll pass out in a little while. He'll be fine in the morning. He won't remember a thing, so you should get over it too."

"You're not leaving, are you?"

"Yeah, I have shit to do." Stated Crash. "He's fine now."

"He's far from fucking fine." Quinn raised his voice again, pointing at his brother.

Brandon once again looked up at Quinn. This time Brandon stepped closer. He started to growl, eyeing him as he did before. It was as if he didn't know him at all.

"Step back." Growled Crash, moving in front of Quinn again, leaning down to get more on Brandon's level. "Mine." He barked with a firmness he didn't have before.

Brandon glanced between the two of them, then backed down. Crash wasn't worth the fight. The part of him that kept going after Quinn respected Crash saw him as his superior and obeyed the order given.

His wolf understood what Crash was telling him even if he wanted to fight it. If he had ears, they would have been tucked down as he moved back to the corner, licking the blood from his hands.

"I said keep your voice down." Crash looked Quinn in the eye.

Quinn looked away, feeling as if he was the one in the wrong. "What am I supposed to do then."

Crash muttered under his breath as he walked back to the fridge, grabbing the other piece of meat he brought and tossing it to Brandon. He was clearly still hungry. Brandon knew he needed to eat. He knew that the wolf would get hungry before the full moon. He knew to eat but fought against it since Quinn was around.

"Let me see your arm."

"Why, so you can lick me again." Stated Quinn with sass in his voice.

"You would like that too much."

Crash flicked on the light in the bathroom, waiting for Quinn. The scratch wasn't that deep, but needed to be cleaned up.

"I can do it," Quinn commented as he took the wet towel from Crash, dabbing it on his arm after he pulled his sleeve up. Completely forgetting about the reason he wore long sleeves year-round. He turned his back to Crash, but it was too late. Crash had already saw it.

Quinn had scars on his arms. Not from what Crash probably thought it was, either. Quinn never did IV drugs. The scars were from one of his foster dads. Quinn was a human ashtray of sorts for a while when he was twelve.

The two of them grew quiet. Quinn cleaned all the dried blood from his arm, rinsing the towel out in the sink as best as he could, but it would still be stained. He didn't feel comfortable with Crash knowing more about him than he wanted Crash to. He was still mad at himself for sharing what he had last night with him.

"Why do you keep saying mine?" He finally asked as the silence got to him.

"He backed down, didn't he." Stated Crash, his arms crossed over his chest as he rested against the wall. He wasn't going to tell Quinn the real meaning behind using the word he had. Mine meant ownership. By saying mine, Crash was telling Brandon that he called claim to him. That if he wanted Quinn, he'd have to go through him first.

Crash wasn't sure why he went that route. He could have easily gotten Brandon to back off with a growl, but that meant Brandon would have probably pushed, and another kind neighbor would have called the cops again.

"I'll stay till he passes out and clean up the mess, but after that, I'm leaving. Apple needs to be let out."

"Whatever." Replied Quinn, flicking the light off and leaving the bathroom.

Brandon had finished off the second piece of meat and was currently licking his fingers again as he sat there. The look of hunger had left his eyes as Crash walked over to help him up from the floor and back to his room. Crash took a few minutes to clean him up some. So when he woke in the morning, he wouldn't think he killed something in his feral state.

Quinn was already cleaning the floor when Crash came from down the hall. The smell of bleach was thick in the air.

"So he's like you now." Stated Quinn, looking up at Crash.

Crash nodded. "He wanted it."