Son of the Dawn

They were at it again! The cluster of skimpily dressed teenage girls catcalling and goggling unabashed at his sweat glittering, shirtless form as he bounced the ball around the court, expertly cutting through tons of players until he finally got a good opening and shot a three pointer into the old battered net to seal the game, as expected his closing victory earned him another loud round of loud celebratory hooting and cheers from his teammates and "admirers", the most persistent of the latter group being a brunette who spontaneously pulled off her shirt, flashing him her titties while screaming his name aggressively for a response, he pretended not to notice her in particular.

Groans of frustration and anger from the losing team was music to his ears, he could listen to it all day long and not get tired, he basically lives to torment them and it's so fun, watching them walk away with their head hung low in defeat and shame.

"Show off!" He heard Muck, the hunk, self appointed captain of the other team mutter under his breath in obvious disdain , Kilian allowed a full smirk grace his lips in reply as their eyes met for a brief moment, enjoying the latter's annoyance for losing to him once again. As a show of appreciation to his ever faithful fans who never fail to turn up on his game days, he turns in the direction of the said girls who were still cheering and screaming his name in high pitch, he winked flirteously and blew them a large kiss the drove them even more wild and uncontrollable before jogging off the court in haste to avoid further distractions from them... The match is over but work awaits.

'You know you're a real piece of shit yeah?' Kilian glance up from unlacing his shoes to see a lanky unsmiling teenage boy lumbering towards him in familiar stride, his lush, overly long blond hair is pulled back in a loose pony tail, exposing his many ears piercings, adorned with black studs and fang earrings.

'Howdy little brother! you came to watch me play again. At this rate, I'm beginning to think you might have a thing for me like those pretty little "devuskha" on the stand' he tease in reply, not bothering to hide his evil smirk as his little brother approached.

'Fuck you!' Jordan curse at his elder brother playfully, throwing him a can of cold soda which the later caught in a go. Though Jordan always appear grunt and unsmilingly, Kilian knows it all a front, he pretends to be hard so he can be taken seriously, he also knows how much Jordan adores and look up to him in every aspect, more than what anyone would consider healthy for a young impressionable teenager, which was why he went ahead and got those "ungodly" piercing and tattoos against his parents wish... To imitate him.

'I brought camile here so we could spent quality time together, but she ended up eye fucking you the whole time, she barely paid attention to me...' Jordan complained bitterly, coming to seat next to him on the bench 'I don't know how you manage to do it, you always find a way to drive those girls crazy even without trying at all, you've got to tell me the secret bro'

killian laughs hard at his brother's admission, getting to his feet to change out of his game shorts into his signatory black jeans, shirt, demin jacket and combat boots in haste, he needed to get out of the locker room real fast before his team mates, who were still celebrating their victory on the court starts trooping in or he'd be late for his other engagements.

'Camile! The onlyfan girl??? Didn't Marcus warn you to stay off her?' Kilian questions with a slight frown, getting into the big brother zone. Marcus Clint, Jordan foster father has made unending list of complains to Kilian ever since his "boy" started hanging out with the wrong crowd, aka Camile and her druggie friends, though most of the complains had accusations pointing to him, still Kilian has never minded it, what he care most for is Jordan safety and happiness, even if it meant bending to the wills of the insufferable preacher man to achieve it, he was willing to. Marcus clint has never approved of Kilian life style, an high school dropout, working as a bartender in a strip club and a street fighter, with no prospect of a better future, he tried his possible best at the initial stage to keep the brothers apart when Kilian sudden made a re appearance, but the boys are literally peas in a pond despite the decade long distance in age, Jordan can't seem to function properly without his elder brother and so he always finds every possible excuse to meet with him, leaving Marcus with hardly any choice in the matter.

'C'mon Kil! Marcus is just being too judgemental, she's not all that bad alright' Jordan found the eminent need to defend his love interest to his brother. Kilian simply grunts, unable to come up with a suitable reply. Jordan has got the hard boy look, just like Kilian but he's a good boy, a model son, when he's not being rebellous, an attribute common with most boys his age, he's also an excellent student with very good prospect, but his biggest undoing lies in the fact that his love interest aren't always the best kind of girls for him, it's the only one fact Kilian and Marcus have ever agreed on.

'Whatever you say "bratik", you know I don't judge, I mean, that girl is a hot piece of cake so I can't blame you, but I don't want Marcus and Annabel giving me those accusing looks like I'm putting you up to all this...' Kilian finished up with his dressing in time, slipped on a matching dark glasses which has become a part of his aesthetics and swipes his duffel bag off the floor in a go. ' for now just focus on school and maintaining that sport scholarship, you'd have all the freedom and girls you want once you get into college in NYC, but for now, keep your head in the game!' He warns, knowing how very much like Marcus he sounded in that moment.

Jordan nods solemnly, he's a handful and a rebel with is adoptive parents whom he finds to be too protective and overbearing, but his elder brother is one person he can't ever seem to go against, perhaps it's because he looks up to him too much to go against his direct wishes.

'I have to leave for work now, do you need me to drop you off at home?' Kilian offers after checking the time from his old gold wristwatch, he saw he have barely ten minutes left. The brothers walked out of the locker room together, through the back door with kilian's arm wrapped around Jordan's shoulders protectively. The brothers have very identical look, tall, handsome with a perfect body build and full, very long mane of hair they inherited from their mother, pulled back in the similar style, their striking blue eyes is another excellent feature of their's that no one has failed to notice, it makes them stand out.

'Nah! I'd catch a ride with Camile, you go on and do your thing' He assures his elder brother as they prepare to part ways.

'Okay then! You see you at your school game tomorrow?'

'Sure thing bro, make sure to come early or you won't get a decent seat' Another thing the brothers share in common is their love, passion and extreme skill for the game of basketball on the court, Jordan is presently the captain of the basketball team in his high school which has earned him an automatic college sport scholarship after he got scouted by an international team earlier in the year, he started out because Kilian plays and he loved the way he always looks so cool and in charge on the court, with time, playing soon became his second nature.

The brothers did their complicated handshake, side hugged and pumped fist before parting ways.

'Call me when you get home. Don't forget!' Kilian adds before disappearing