A Brother’s Best Friend

A Brother’s Best Friend
By D.R.Millennium:
NC-17 Slash/Incest Disclaimer:


I did not create and do not own any readily recognizable media characters. I have no agreement, legal or otherwise, with the creators or owners. This is purely for entertainment–I have not made, do not seek, and will not accept any profit for it. This story is in no way meant to reflect on the lives or life styles of the actors/actresses who originally portrayed the characters. I have nothing but fond affection and respect for them, for giving me so much entertainment, and no disrespect is meant by anything herein.

At this point, Virgil and John, having established their relationship, have set up a second house to work and play in their countryside orchard just outside of Bengtsfors, Sweden are all cozy and neat, until John finds out that Virgil has invited a ‘guest’ to stay over. So folks, get ready for the ‘Hmmph’ factor…”


“The coffee’s ready, have a seat,” John said as Virgil came in from outside. “Sure, just as soon as I wash my hands. I’ll be right back; go on ahead, drink if you like,” Virgil replied as he noted that John did not respond to him, but merely nodded. He had his nose buried in what appeared to be at Virgil’s glance an internet printout of some articles from the daily main newspaper from Stockholm.

“Ah! This is going to be a great day!” Virgil exclaimed after returning to their breakfast nook, settling down to pour his first cup of the day. “You always say that… after you have a ‘little visit’ with him,” John said dryly, still reading. “Well, it’s only true; I can’t help it if he gives a bit of zest to my day,” Virgil sighed before taking a sip. “It’s a happy, almost giddy feeling,” he followed up his thought after swallowing. “Do tell…” John fought hard to suppress a yawn, realizing by Virgil’s sighs and exclamations that he was oblivious to him.

“…and oh, when he’s with Mrs. Olson and finally sees me, she can hardly control him!” Virgil let out a warm peal of laughter. “Yes V… I’ve got eyes… dogs are like that; in fact, that one needs to do his obedience homework a bit more,” John sighed and finally stopped reading. It took almost all of his diplomatic skill and tact not to roll his eyes when he saw how Virgil’s were glowing with delight.

“Obedience? Well, he does go to class and Mrs. Olson says he’s very good, the smartest in there. As for the rest…he’s just loving, friendly, and happy. He misses you too, you know. Mrs. Olson says that all she has to do is mention your name and he gets excited!” “Hmmm, I don’t wonder; whenever I see him, he practically tries to mount my leg-yours too, when we’re together. Now that I think about it just now, it’s almost rude,” John clipped his voice coolly as he returned to his reading.

“Awww, well… he’s just young… still a baby in some ways and not in others, so warm and cuddly!” Virgil gave a heavenly sigh again. “He’s named after the Sun, your stock in trade too; it’s an English not Swedish name- ‘Sunny.’ Mrs. Olson loves to practice English with him.”

“Well, just mere curiosity, mind you, but are you telling me that ‘it,’ ‘he,’ er… Sunny that is, responds to English not just Swedish?” John ventured a question. “Oh, he’s smart all right- he responds to both. Golly, no wonder I love him so much! Down to a ‘T’ he’s just like you, John!” Virgil turned and walked towards the kitchen to check on the muffins that he had put in earlier, humming a tune as he did so.

“Oh, why of course…” John began his sentence then stopped abruptly as he realized, after Virgil had left the room, just exactly what he had said. Subsequently, he wasted no time in stomping into the kitchen where he found his brother with his oven mittens on, reaching for the tray of muffins that had just finished baking in the oven.

“I… I remind you of… of a dog? Is that what you’re telling me?” John drew himself up to his full, tall height; his hands were on his hips and his eyes were flashing with indignation and disbelief. “What’s bothering you? Talk about some people being cranky before breakfast,” Virgil settled the muffins on a large plate, fanning them off in order to cool them, as well as sniffing the blueberry muffins in satisfaction.

“Virgil…please come out of muffin heaven for a minute- TALK TO ME! Do you realize what you just said?” “Yes, I said that Sunny, sweet, loving, beautiful, intelligent Sunny is just like you- so what’s the deal? It’s true!” Virgil’s voice was filled with wistful longing and his eyes and face glowed with that magical look of love that John knew so well, however, this time, the more he saw his younger brother glow and coo, the more fuel it added to his temper.

“What’s the deal… he says,” John gave a Gallic shrug. “What’s THE DEAL? You’ve said it again, that I remind you of, that indeed, I am a dog… a dog? Well, the last time I looked, I didn’t wear a permanent fur coat, nor did I possess a long, bushy tail. In fact, what I do possess,” John proceeded to point to his backside, “I don’t wag!” John’s blue eyes flashed a furious fire, which was quite unusual for him.

“Hmmph, a dog! I have the ‘beauty and intelligence’ and… and” he sputtered trying to find his words and was getting angrier in not being able to find them. “You know in some countries, Poland, for example, saying something like that would be considered an insult…fighting words!” “Well,” Virgil rebuffed, “in case you haven’t noticed, we’re in Sweden…not Poland,” he continued on calmly, getting a bowl out of the cabinet which he was going to use in order to begin to prepare some eggs for scrambling.

“Yes, I know that and I know that I’m not Polish either, just in case you were going to remind me!” John continued to snap. “But that’s not the point- the point is that I do not appreciate the comparison, not one bit. For example, do I bark?” “Well,” Virgil replied, deciding to sit down instead of completing his task, “we all communicate in our own way; he has his way and you have yours…” he said the words in a calm manner.

“Well, I don’t have fleas either!” John still stood up; he was half sulking, trying to think of viable contrasts that would strengthen his argument. “Well, neither does he. Sunny gets the best prevention medicine for that,” Virgil said. “Okay, fine…” John replied. “Well, let’s try these on for size. Have I ever left an ‘unpleasant’ surprise in the middle of your precious vegetable garden? Or ‘watered’ shall we say your fruit trees or your rose bushes for that matter?” John decided to sit down at the opposite end of the kitchen table, using his hands, gesturing passionately in order to emphasize his points.

“No, you haven’t. But neither has Sunny. Whenever he’s visiting here, Mrs. Olson and I always take him across the road from our house to that ‘free land,’ I think they call it. He always gives us an alert in advance so we have plenty of time to take him over there in order for him to do his business- he’s very considerate in that way…” Virgil was about to complete his sentence by saying “just like you,” but thought the better of it, as John’s face literally had a ‘don’t you dare!’ as a warning message practically written all over it.

“Gee John, to get so bent out of shape… I don’t understand. You love animals, dogs especially; you love Sunny, I know that you do…” “Yes, Virgil, that’s all true, but…you, you just don’t get it really, do you?” John sighed; this was getting to be taxing. He hated to argue, hated to get into rows with anyone, Virgil in particular; such emotional outbursts were unusual for him, going against his grain- he did not like the disturbance to the inner balance and harmony they caused, things that he tried to keep.

“Well, you need to think about it; try to see things from my point of view. Oh well, it’s just abstract now, maybe sometime later on…” John sought to finish and subsequently calm down.

“Well, er…actually, it’s not so…uh…‘abstract’ as you say,” Virgil tendered his sentence carefully. “What do you mean?” John replied curiously, but equally with a growing cause for concern, as he saw a look in Virgil’s face, one akin to a child about to confess something. “Well… you might as well get your ‘mad on’ all at once- we’ll be having a guest, for two weeks- Sunny’s coming over here. I will be dog sitting. He’s coming over here…tomorrow as a matter of fact.”


“WHAAAT? Dog sitting? TOMORROW? When did you decide on this…WHEN?” John practically leaped up out his chair; his eyes were filled with disbelief. “Honestly, it wasn’t a few minutes ago, like your reaction is seeking to imply,” Virgil got up too, in deference to his beloved brother, but his voice and demeanour were still calm and steady. “It was late last night; you weren’t available. You were at a lecture; well, coming back from one from Stockholm.”

“You couldn’t have telephoned me right? Like I didn’t have a cell phone on me, is that right? You just went on ahead and made this decision … without consulting me- is that it? I don’t believe it… I don’t BELIEVE IT! Of all of the times… for you to try to imitate, no, to act just like Scott, when he does his ‘big brother is in charge bit…’. Why now, why now?” John was not only getting angrier by the minute, but this was also shocking him as well as hurting his feelings; Virgil had never acted like this with him before.

“I couldn’t reach you John; I’m sorry really, there wasn’t time. The need was urgent and I had to make a decision so- I made one. Mr. Olson telephoned me; he and Mrs. Olson got an emergency call- they have to leave the country… some business to take care of in São Paulo, Brazil. It could not wait and Sunny, he needed to be cared for while they were away. I know that you’re upset… but… I was needed.

I couldn’t see the expense of putting Sunny in some kennel and… they are so impersonal besides, Sunny’s a people dog… he needs human companionship and… I…well… the idea of him being locked up in some cage when I knew full well he’d be safe and comfortable here… I couldn’t… it didn’t sit well with me. So I volunteered my services. It was the neighborly thing to do as well- they’re our neighbors, good ones too and well… when it comes right down to it… I’m looking forward to caring for him… I love him,” Virgil folded his arms calmly across his chest; his feet were planted apart in a stance that John knew meant that although his tone was apologetic, Virgil had made his decision and was not going to change it.


“I know that look; you don’t have to tell me twice… next thing I know, you’ll be telling me that this is almost like an ‘International Rescue’ mission: Virgil saves Sunny from being held captive at a kennel run by the Hood!” John’s voice was sarcastic, biting; he waved his hand in the air, inwardly cursing the fact that he knew that this part, seeing a need and acting on it without hesitation was a part of Virgil’s character as a man- one part that John knew that he loved dearly.

“Well, what shall he be eating? I won’t begrudge our “guest” good food and spring water… I’d never… but I’ll bet that this dog is some high maintenance piece of work,” John said. “He has a good food mix- I’ll be getting some today and as for “high maintenance,” well, when you’re into your ‘Mr. Inventor’ mode, I seem to find myself baking lots and lots of bran muffins, oatmeal cookies, loaves of 9 grain bread as well as keeping various flat breads, trail mixes, fruits and cheeses in ample stock,” Virgil waved his own hands at his food processor and bread machine.