My Ant and Dec One shots

🤍 Just lonely II

Had this part completed and paused posting whilst I figured out part 3 plot and then just forgot to post. Was reminded of it 10 minutes go (thanks AnDrmyOTP ) so here it is! Enjoy! Hopefully comments and votes will stir the motivation for part 3 completion :)

Dec's PoV

Two weeks later and I was not happy, of course because I wasn't happy no one else around me could be either. I had no control over that.

Whenever I was around Anth I made him miserable, the only time I'd feel his heart warm in content was when we were snuggled up in his bed and he got to wrap me in his arms. But I didn't like his bed, it was too low down, I constantly felt on edge that we were going to be grabbed in the night. The only way I'd sleep soundly was if i was furthest from the door and Anth curled his whole body around mine as my safety blanket.

Even then I wouldn't sleep well, I had too much energy. Tuhrax were a lot stronger than humans and we had a lot more stamina. We needed exercise and lots of it. Atleast in my old cage I could climb those ceiling beams to my hearts content. Here I mostly followed Anth around, I'd sit on the side lines in his training sessions and then sit with him when we were eating dinner.

I'd started to think the people who kept me there wanted me that way, pacified. They wanted me to just be with Ant, that's why they'd bought me. Tuhrax can't live without finding their soulmates. Although supposedly, Ant's hybrid quality should have been an exception, when I'd met him, he'd been dying.  My theory?  He was more Tuhrax than his appearance suggested— and although that gave him strengths the humans couldn't breed without Tuhrax, it also gave him this natural dependency on love which the humankind despised so much.

Part of me wished my instincts and mind would stop protesting. That if Ant didn't think his masters were up to no good, than I shouldn't think it either.

At first, I had tried to focus on the positives. I loved spending this time with my soulmate, it was nice to get to see how he had grown up, who were his friends. Find out his likes and his dislikes. However, the more I learned the less comfortable I was with how he was kept. Ant was an extremely talented individual, he had the high energy levels of a Tuhrax just like me, only it seemed he was contained for a reason, so that he'd let out all that pent up energy in his fights.

It worried me that just because he was a hybrid, Ant's nature was so misunderstood. He was treated human, when nothing about his behaviour matched those patterns.

Tuhrax relied very much on good emotional well being. I could sense Ants emotional well-being and it was not good, inside his heart it felt chaotic and I knew I was partially to blame for that. He always talked about his up bringing quite happily, with fond memories and he even seemed to enjoy aspects of his job. When he spoke like that, it became hard to see myself fitting into his world. It felt like he'd be better off if I just left.

Only I couldn't, just the thought of separation was agony.

I felt selfish but i couldn't deny that the longer I stayed confined in Ants white prison, the more I longed to be home.

I was lounging with Ant in his bed, up to my usual antics,,playing with his chest hair— a feature of his mixed-breeding I thought was really funny. Tuhrax were smooth all over, our fur was concentrated at our tails, ears and head. Ant had hair everywhere— on his chest, legs, arms and even on his face! Which was even more funny, it would grow and get all prickly. Then, much to his annoyance, I'd spend my afternoon playing with his fuzzy chin.

I kept feeling him poking at my mind. Trying to read it but i was letting him in less and less these days.

A deep sigh left the taller male and I booped my nose into his cheek affectionately, pursing my lips a little as I did so.