Mathew was snoozing in Mark's recliner when he led Dave in on the leash. Dave had shucked off his clothes on the door mat while Mark unlocked his apartment. Mathew's suitcase was sitting next to the door, when they entered, and Mark frowned. He should've remembered his brother had a key, and loved to make surprise visits. The moonlight was streaming through the window. Mark looked at Matt's silhouette, and licked his lips. The scent of the weregay was already wafting over to Matt. A bulge rose in his slacks. Mark looked down at Dave and then at the reclining man he no longer thought of as his brother.