"This is not your world Will!" The words kept going through Will's mind. He hates to see his little brother like this, but they were just so different to each other. Jacob was a creative being; an artist. Will was a business man.

After their last trip to the forest the brothers hadn't spoken properly. Jacob was still upset at Will, for getting angry at him about the Witch story.

The brothers were in their room where they were staying. Neither spoke as they sat in silence. Jacob was writing in his journal. He always looses himself in his notebook. Will was jealous that he would confide in his journal and not him. Will watched as Jacob's quill scratched across the page.

"Jacob…" Will said in a soothing voice. Jacob turned away from his brother trying to ignore him. "Jacob." Will said again. Jacob threw his quill down and turned to his brother.

"What do you want, Will?" Jacob shouted, slamming his book on the bed beside him. Will took a step back; he didn't expect Jacob to shout. Normally he was the timid brother.

"Look…" Will considered arguing his point but decided against it. "I'm sorry." He said stepping towards Jacob.

Jacob didn't reply. He sat staring at his hands. Will sat on the bed next to Jacob and put a hand on his brothers. Jacob went to take his hands away but Will's grip tightened, making Jacob look up at his brother. Their eyes met, it felt magical. Jacob had never felt this before. Will couldn't decipher what he's heart was telling him to do. Will leant in and pressed his lips against his brothers. Jacob was startled and sat back away from Will. Will pulled Jacob's hands to his mouth and kissed them lightly. Jacob's head span, he's heart was telling him to kiss Will back. He but he's mind told him it was his brother. Will leant forward to Jacob again and kissed his lips, but this time he pushed his tongue through Jacobs's lips. Jacob whimpered slightly at the sensation of their tongues clashing. Will pushed at Jacob's until will was on top of him on the bed. Their tongues dancing ferociously as Will's hands ventured down Jacob's torso. Will's kisses got deeper and their chests heaved.

Who would have thought that this would have felt so good?

Neither brother wanted to face the reality. All that mattered was this moment, this feeling. The love shared between two beings. Will's hands touched bare skin of Jacob's stomach as he lifted his brother's shirt. Jacob's breath gasped as Will's kisses glided down his neck and to his stomach. Jacob's top was undone and Will was kissing his bare chest as he undone his own top. As Will's bare chest rubbed on Jacob's the shock overcome him. Jacobs's eyes widened and he pushed Will off. Reality had taken over. He couldn't face his brother, he got up and pushing Will away and rushed out of the door. He looked back for a second to see Will standing hopelessly staring after him. Jacob's eyes filled with tears as he exited the house and began to walk into the darkness.

How will he ever face his brother again? Why did he run out? He wanted it as much as Will. But he couldn't shake the feeling of dread, which reality brought over him.

If only this was fairytale…