Derek opened the fridge, ready to grab another steak when he noticed a carton of ice cream in the freezer portion below the bottom shelf. His mouth immediately watered at the sight of it. Pulling open the freezer draw, he reached for the ice cream but stopped when he saw that it was Moose Track ice cream. His favorite. And he always made sure to never stock it because of that or else he'd never be able to control himself. So where did it come....
"Hey Derek. I'm home. And I brought some KFC. You hungry? Of course you are. You've been ever since we found each other again." Someone with Derek's voice laughed.
Derek sighed. That explained it. Clark got it. Clark came into the kitchen and anyone would have sworn a mirror just walked in but it wasn't a mirror. Derek hadn't known it, but he was actually a twin, albeit one that was surprisingly a fair bit buffer than he himself was. It was pure coincidence that they'd stumbled upon each other. It turned out that their mother had hid Clark away in order to protect him when they were babies and a rival wolf pack had attacked but before she could get them both, someone had found Clark and thought he'd been abandoned and thus he'd ended up in the system and before she could try to get him out, it was already to late. It didn't help that Peter had tricked her into not looking soon enough, but that hadn't been known at the time and it was one of the reasons they'd both decided he wasn't worth having in their lives at this point after he'd confirmed his role in their separation. Though now, Derek wasn't sure how much of a blessing it was to have his brother back. He was the reason the fridge was now always stocked at minimum with it often being overstocked and it only hindered Derek's self-control.
"You hungry? Got a couple buckets, so there's plenty for both of us." He laughed, pulling the meat off of a leg. "Oh, I see you found the ice cream. That's my favorite and we've been enough alike so far, I figured you'd like that one too. Help yourself to that as well."
Derek took a breath. "Hey, Clark, listen, I'm glad we found each other and all, but I try to avoid keeping junk food around."
Clark rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on Derek. We're werewolves. We have super metabolisms. I don't think I've ever seen a fat werewolf, even an older one, have you?"
Derek scowled. Telling others your flaw was one of the worst things you could do as it could then be used against you and to have a flaw that actually had the potential to turn him into a rare fat werewolf? He scoffed and went to leave when the smell of the fried chicken hit his nose and immediately caused the echo of his growling stomach through the kitchen.
Clark chuckled and shoved an entire bucket of chicken into his arms. "A little junk food isn't going to hurt you."
Derek's scowl at his brother froze when he noticed an dark, almost knowing, glint in Clark's eye. Could it be that his brother actually had already figured out his flaw and was trying to push him?
Before he could do anything, his stomach growled again. "Thanks." He muttered as he took his bucket into the living room. Plopping down on the couch, he started tearing the chicken apart as he gazed at the ships on the river outside the panoramic. There were many things he'd let his brother change when he moved in, but a TV was not one of those things. He mindlessly ate through the bucket of chicken, thinking over everything including what Clark might possibly know, when he reached into the bucket but his hand could only find bones. Glancing in, that was indeed all that was left. He sighed that at least his stomach was no longer yelling for more.
"Here. Thought you could use something sweet after all that." Clark placed a large bowl of the Moose Track ice cream on the table in front of him. "I need to head out. Told mom and dad I'd help them with apartment searching today. See ya later Bro." He ran out of the front door of the old converted firehouse they now lived in.
Derek looked suspiciously at the bowl of ice cream. It sat there, taunting him as the sweat on the bowl glistened in the sunlight through the window that slowly melted the ice cream into the perfect softness that was hard to resist. "Damn you Clark." Derek mumbled as he grabbed the bowl and shoved the first spoonful into his mouth. He hated himself and his lack of self control all over again and he hated his brother for seemingly playing into that very lack of control. It wasn't long before he was scrapping the bottom of the bowl clean and sighing contentedly at the pleasantly full feeling he had now. He hated this feeling even more than he hated how his brother seemingly was playing him. This feeling was one of the reasons he never ate large amounts. It was just to good and he enjoyed it to much. It was just to pleasant and always... left him.... feeling....
Derek jerked awake to the sound of the door shutting.
"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to wake you." Clark said. "I got you a few burgers from Red Robin's. I'll leave them in the fridge for you then I'm going to bed. Night Dere." Clark disappeared into the kitchen.
Derek looked outside where the sun was just finishing setting. He sighed and went to go to bed himself.
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