Bandit Stole My Heart (boyxboy)

Chapter Four

(Kade's Point of View)

"What hell is so important that you just had to wake me up at 3 o'clock in the morning," James cursed as he walked in with his first aid kit and followed me to the bedroom where I left Bandit/the boy.

"Believe me, this couldn't wait till morning," I promised as we got to my room and I watched as he finally saw the small boy/teenager curled up in the middle of my bed.

"What they hell did you do," James whispered in horror as he looked at me like I was devil.

"Nothing, I woke up and found him screaming in my bed." I hissed back, a little ticked at what ever wildly immoral scenario James had come up with.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know..." James gave me his famous look that screamed 'Cut the crap' so confessed, "I think...I think he might be Bandit."

Silence.

James said nothing.

Then, after what felt like hours, he sighed and walked over to the bed and shook the young boy's shoulders. He woke with a jolt and immediately looked up to me for guidance. There was something in those mismatched eyes that compelled me to move away from the door and sit on the bed, opening my arms for him. It looked like he had to fight against his body but, after falling multiple times; he finally got close enough to me to be able to rest against me while I held him. James watched with a wry smile as I rocked the boy gently till he looked back up at me with out a trace of fear left in his eyes. Then he just had to ruin our heart warming moment by licking my chin.

"What's wrong with you," I snapped as I rubbed at my chin, trying to get all the spit off.

"Kade, you can't get mad at him, he doesn't know any better. You never scolded for licking you before, now he doesn't know any other way to express his feelings to you," James said calmly, trying to get the boy to come closer to him but he was curled back up in the middle of the bed, looking at me like I had hit him.

"What are you talking about?"

"Get Bandit some clothes and meet me in the living room, then I'll tell you everything I know." James promised before standing up and walking out, leaving me alone with a terrified naked boy and a head ache.

After a lot of pleading on my part and weird whimpering noised on the boy's part I finally got him to move to the edge of the bed so I could try to put a pair of sweat pants on him but that proved to be more difficult that I originally thought. He didn't know how to move his legs properly so after getting kicked in the jaw three more times I gave up and grabbed my robe which did little to hide anything other than his private area. I predicted that walking was out of the question so I carried him to the living room and sat him down on the recliner while I took the seat next to James on the couch. The boy whimpered but I paid no attention to him as I turned back to James.

"Alright, now explain."

James made a weird face before shrugging, "Through out my 3 years of running the animal clinic I've had five cases come in where a family would adopt a new born only to call me about a month later talking about exonerated growth and then, three months later, they would wake up to find a boy or girl trapped in their iguana's tank, or curled up in their dogs kennel. I didn't know Bandit was one of these...shapeshifters until he turned two months. I know I should have warned you them, but would you really have believed me?"

It took time for me to understand what all he just said, but he was right. Even after seeing Bandit shift for the first time just an hour ago, I wanted to tell James he was crazy. If he had told me three months ago, I would have run a psych test on him and had him convicted. But what he said had to be true because there was no other way to explain the boy now nuzzling my neck.

"So what do I do now?"

"Raise him; teach him everything he needs to know about his human form. I'll help of course, but he's your responsibility now. Don't worry, you're gonna make a great daddy," James teased. I really had to fight the urge to kick his ass.

"How am I supposed to raise him? Have you forgotten how terrible I am with children?"

"But that's the beauty of this situation, Bandit's already thirteen! Give him two more months and he'll be fifteen," James assured with a smile but his words haunted me.

"Does that mean in two years he'll be..."

"No, no, once he hits sixteen his growth will slow down. On average, they hit somewhere near 18 he'll growth rate will become normal."

"Okay, good. What about the whole...shifting thing," I asked because I was done with these surprises, I wanted to know exactly what to expect and when I should be expecting it.

"The first few times will be painful for him but after time it'll be second nature for him. I've found that it's triggered by strong emotions, so try not to up set him. He may just seem like a puppy to you in his K-9 form, but he can still be dangerous. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to try to get at least a few hours of sleep before work. I'll come back tomorrow. Good night."

"Wait, where is he supposed to sleep?" I yelled out as James opened the door to leave.

"Well, where does he normally sleep?"

"In my bed, but..."

"Then you already have your answer, remember, he was a puppy his whole life. He's only been human for a few hours, so he still thinks like a dog. Good night." And he left.

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A/N: Sorry it's short. Vote, Comment, adopt puppies off of death row.