Little Space (BoyXBoy) (DD/lb)

Chapter Two: Memories

"Good morning baby," Kyle kisses Harley awake. He yawns and pouts like a grouch.

"Go away." Harley hates mornings. Kyle pulls him into his lap and begins to comb his hair.

"Come on little boy. I've made pancakes and bacon for breakfast."

"I'm too tired."

"Now," Kyle stops and places Harley back on the bed. "Is that any way to thank me? I went to all that trouble just for my little one. And I also got you a present but I guess you don't need that." The sleep seems to disappear from Harley's being at the mention of a present.

"No no! I'm not to tired, see?" Harley hops out of bed and smile as big as he can, ignoring the small guilt trip his dom just laid on him. Kyle kisses Harley on the forehead and the smaller boy follow his daddy into the kitchen. There's a big, wrapped package next to my chair. Harley reaches to open it but Kyle smacks his hand away.

"Not until after breakfast cutie." Harley fills his plate with pancakes and bacon. "You know for a little boy you sure eat a lot." Kyle sets his plate opposite of Harley's. The little realizes that his dom is right and that maybe he should start eating less or dieting; for his daddy of course. The thought disappears as I chow down on my food.

"Daddy I'm done!" Harley announces and beams with his mouth still half full. He helps clean off the dishes and helps to put the leftovers away. Harley's small hand reaches for the package again. 

"Wait a second." Now what Harley thinks, almost irritably. "Could you please get into your kitten gear?" He contemplate for a moment. Harley's not really in little space or the mood for pet play but he knows Kyle that likes him better when he's in gear or little space, so Harley complies.

After he puts his ears and tail on, Harley saunters back into the kitchen slowly. He feels shy exposed like this. Kyle kisses his sub.

"Good boy. Now you can go ahead and open the package." The small kitten wonders why he had to get into gear for this. Like any little boy Harley tears at the wrapping on the box. After all the wrapping is off the brunette little sits back, confused. It's just a giant cardboard box. "Close your eyes pumpkin." Obediently, Harley does as he's instructed right away, like a good kitten.

There's a lot of clinking and clanging before Kyle tells Harley can open his eyes. At first the black metal cage confuses Harley, but then fear starts ti dig it's way into his chest.

"This is your kitten cage little boy." Harley panics. About a gazillion questions collide with each other in the boy's head. Why didn't he ask me if I wanted one? He knows small spaces scare me and he knows about my past. Harley sits silently for a moment, stunned. "What do you think baby?" Kyle takes a sip of beer. Really? This early in the morning?

"Why didn't you ask me first? You know I hate small spaces! I can't get in there daddy you know that!" Harley stares fearfully at the cage of doom, trying to just breathe and gives Kyle a chance to explain.

"I wanted it to be a surprise baby. I thought we could take the kitten thing to the next level." Kyle takes another sip. All Harley can do is shake his head and try not to cry.

"No, no I can't." He gets up and runs into their shared room, locking the door behind him. The sub lays himself on the bed, pulling the blanket up to his chin and clutching Charlie to his chest, letting the flashbacks take him.

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"P..Paul stop! What are you doing!"

"How many times do I have to tell you! You are my son and you will address me as such!" Paul's boot connects with my ribs.

"You aren't my father! A real dad would never do this to me!" I gasp. Blood trickles out of my nose and mouth. Ever since mom died it's gotten bad. He gets drunk and takes it out on me. Paul kicks me again. My eyesight nearly goes black.

"The only reason you're alive you worthless piece of shit is because your mother loved you, even though you're a filthy faggot! However I cannot stand such vile acts, so I have decided to cleanse you. Some time in your new home should do you some good. Maybe then you'll change your mind about being such a disgrace." I think Paul is dragging me somewhere. I have to squint my already barely open eyes when the sunlight hits my face. Paul fiddles with something; sounds like a lock. I was right.

I'm lifted off the ground and onto an uncomfortable cot. Better than the basement floor. It's a cage. Big enough to fit me comfortably, possibly two semi comfortably, if they both sit up.

"Say hello to your new home. You'll be here. Day and night. Rain or shine. I hear they're calling for hail in a few days. Maybe it'll do you some good. And maybe I'll bring you some food if you're quiet, faggot." Paul walks back inside, laughing and leaving me alone with the sounds of the summer in my ears. It's not long before my vision goes completely black and I pass out, letting darkness overcome me.

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"Baby open up!" Kyle calls. Harley covers his ears and rocks back and forth, crying loudly. "Harley you know I have a key so I'm coming in!" Kyle opens the door and kneels by his kitten's side, stroking his hair.

"No! No Paul go away! Stop hurting me!" Harley desperately tries to get away from the person he thinks is Paul. He thinks that he's come to finish what he started! "No!" The small boy clings on to Charlie and dashes towards the front door.

"Harley no!" His voice keeps on calling, but Harley ignores it and runs outside, wrapped in his blanket and clutching his best friend, and away from the horrors that consume him.

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In case you haven't noticed, I like to make my character's pasts as miserable as possible, and I have actually heard of this happening so it's not entirely impossible.