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Chapter 8

Yes yes, I'm technically a week late on this update but it's 9,000 well 8,800 words soo I think I'm cleared of the crime of lateness lol. But trigger warnings, graphic abuse and uhhh gun violence warning? Anyway Kryton visits the memory of a gun getting pulled on his brother and having to kill the guy so yeahhh, trigger warning in a slightly literal aspect. The slanted text, yes I forgot how to spell the proper word for it, is where the memories come in with the abuse and such so if you don't wanna read it, skip it?

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    After that it goes pretty smoothly, we hand in the documents to Nathan who says he'll give it to the manager then we leave, "I thought I was going to have to take care of you in there but you can handle yourself can't you, Pup?" Xavier amusedly comments and I look away, "It's easier to hide my anxiety behind anger. Besides I hate when people touch me, it pisses me off so much I can't think." I grumble unhappily as I get on my bike, pulling the gloves on deftly. He slides in behind me, his arms fitting themselves around my waist naturally, "Well good thing that you like when I touch you. Or when Zachary touches you." he murmurs into my ear, his hand dipping into my pants line mischievously. I grab his hand and pull it out, "Pervert.".
   
~~~Quick Time Skip To The House~~~
 

     Xavier strolls in confidently, looking around openly with amusement and curiosity, "It's not decorated with any photos. Why?" he asks me, looking back with a strange look. "My Father and I aren't close so we don't take pictures together. My Mother used to keep a lot but.. when she died with my siblings he most likely trashed all of them. I don't have any after all." I reply quietly, not looking at him as I start up the staircase. When I arrive in my room I walk over to my bed, jumping onto it before rubbing my face into my pillow, sleepy. "Your room matches your facial expressions, Pup. Empty as fuck." Xavier comments a little dryly which I reply with a quiet fuck off. I hear him walk into my bathroom, the tile floor disagreeing with his shoes and he hums from in there, his voice echoing quietly. "Pup, do you want to take a shower together?" I hear him suddenly ask, which makes me wince, "No." I grumble, water and men at the same time disagree with me. Though I don't hate when he touches me, or when he looks at me with the eyes of a predator. It doesn't make me uncomfortable like when my Father does it.

   Lost in thought I don't notice him until he places his hand on my shoulder, flinching away as my eyes go to his instinctively. Xavier quietly frowns, "What's wrong? Is what happened earlier bothering you?" he asks as he climbs into my bed beside me. I don't answer as I bury my face back into my pillow, squeezing it closer to me. Sighing, Xavier goes quiet for a long couple of minutes, almost letting me drift off into sleep before he speaks up, "Can you lay in between my legs, Pup? I can pet you while you rest." he murmurs gently. I groan sleepily, not wanting to move but still pick myself up to crawl in between his legs before resting my head on his muscled chest.

    I'm glad I moved, quietly humming in contentment as his scent envelopes me, my cold emotionless room suddenly a lot more warm and comforting. "Xavier.." I mumble quietly as his hand comes down, running through my hair as promised, "Yes, Pup?". I went quiet, not knowing what I wanted to say before sighing, "Thanks." I grumble, my voice dropping so much I practically didn't even say it. He chuckles quietly, "It's what friends do. I'll have your back as long as you have mine." he murmurs before tilting my face up, studying my face but I just quietly avert my eyes, not wanting to talk about why I'm thanking him. Even when it's simple. Just a simple thank you for not being a dick. Just a simple thank you for not dropping me as soon as he found out I have anxiety, for being gay, for having panic attacks and anger issues.

     Suddenly he smirks at me, "Do you want another face fucking, Pup? I must admit it's nice having those lips of yours around it while thrusting my cock dow-" I cut him off with my hand, having placed it on his mouth while groaning quietly in embarrassment and misery, "Shut up, you fucking Pervert." I complain, hiding my face into his chest. He laughs, "Come on, you're so cute, Pup. You were grinding so desperately on my leg while my cock was down your throat. It was absolutely arousing." Xavier teases before flipping us over, sliding down my body as he hovers over me mischievously. "Permission to return the favor, Pup? After all, I did promise." He huskily asks as he fingers the waistband of the sweatpants, I blush bright red, squirming in place as I avert my eyes from his, "Y-You..!" I pull the pillow over my head, whining as my hips unconsciously press up when he kisses my hip with a low chuckle.