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Issac looked around the home his rescuer had brought him too. It was nice and large, yet homey, even though it was well beyond overdone. The Den had a large fireplace and hearth, a coat of arms resting above it over a mantel of crystal statuettes. The large leather chairs were clearly custom, with phrases such as "Live free or die hard", "You gain nothing when you give nothing", and "I am a puppet, but my master is a saint" stitched into the pillows and the cushions, even phrases in what appeared to be latin. The carpet was plush, the chandelier above him was crystal, but also had metal, making it hard to look at for a long period of time. The large wooden staircase had handmade trimming, and along the walls leading upstairs were paintings, and art set into the walls.

But other than display cases housing guitars, armor and weapons, Isaac hadn't seen more than the garage, (housing 2 custom muscle cars, a Ferrari and two motorcycles) and the kitchen, (beautifully done, probably costing more than Isaac's house all together) he hadn't seen much more of the house.

Isaac sat patiently for his helper to return with a drink. They hadn't spoken much on the way to the house, and he had sworn not to call anyone about his whole running away thing. Isaac almost didn't leave the station until he explained the whole thing. Isaac was pretty shocked to be sure, but it all made sense when he thought about it, but the likelihood was so farfetched he was sure he was dreaming at first.

Squall walked in, two glasses in hand. It was later already, almost 10, but on the scale of how long the two could stay up, it was still early, but he wore boxers and a robe, obviously comfy in his house, not caring who's there.

The fox handed him a glass and sat in one of the custom chairs, taking a drink of what Isaac assumed was wine. "So as I promised, neither Vincent or this Nathan kid knows where you are, and they won't find out unless you want them too." He paused briefly, scratching his beard, "You can spent a week here at most Isaac, sorry but I wont feel right keeping you for longer, by then I hope you have your problems sorted. Want to talk?" he was very blunt and straight forward, which was rather comforting for some reason, like he wasn't keeping secrets.

"Id rather not right now Squall, but thanks. For everything." He meant it of course; this was better than sleeping in the woods that's for damn sure.

Squall nodded, "Then a tour of my lovely abode it is." He stood and started walking down the hall pointing out the basement door, the entertainment room, his study and two small bathrooms. Down the second of two halls in the den was a home gym with a treadmill, elliptical, benches, dumbbells, and a rockin stereo system. Then he showed Isaac the deck, which completed a beautiful pool, and the large grille, and more of the rockin stereo.

Upstairs were the guest and master bedrooms and the small and master bathroom. Each of the three guest rooms had a theme, added a personal feel as opposed to a default guest bedding with flowers and a pillow. The themes were, "The Beetles" "Route 666" and for the less willing to rock, a beech bungalow room with starfish, shells and everything that seemed very out of place.

Isaac was half paying attention during the tour, time seeming to pick up pace. The world a blur. His thoughts only on his misfortunes.

"Sleep in whatever room you want. I'll make you breakfast tomorrow, and we'll try and figure this out. Ok?" Isaac nodded, tearing up a little, and before he knew what he was doing, he pulled Squall in for a hug, rubbing his face into Squalls furry chest. Squall rubbed his head and waited for him to be done, leaving an embarrassed Isaac to the room. "Get some sleep, it'll do you some good after such an eventful few days."

Isaac wanted to ask him why he was being so kind and open, but his mind was to warped, and barley managed to form the question, let alone order his mouth to speak them. Isaac got beneath "the Beetles" covers and rested his head on the pillow, before he even thought about it he knew he had labeled Squall his new father figure. And they would love each other. Squall would make it right. Daddy's always made it right.....

The next day was a rather boring one. Squall made him a delicious breakfast as promised, eggs, ham, and even some hash browns. But then he left for work and told Isaac to stay at the house if he didn't want to be found. So Isaac had the day to himself to explore the house.

Holy chiznits, Squall was loaded. They had only briefly glanced in each room the night before, so now Isaac got to see each one up close and personal. The rooms upstairs were pretty straightforward, beds, dressers, a closet and a small TV. But squalls master bed and bath were beautiful. It was a large, open, circular bed with a head post, but no post near your feet. The view out the large open window was the woods in the backyard, which was picturesque in the falls changing leaves. A walk in closet that was larger than Issac's room at his old house. The TV was a large plasma screen built into the wall at the foot of the bed, a long dresser below it so it didn't seem empty. Isaac noticed that even the carpet was soft and plush. The bathroom had a Jacuzzi tub, a glass shower, a large sink with an even larger mirror. A radio in the shower, and a small TV behind a glass case for the tub ensure Squall wouldn't get bored.

Isaac left the room, feeling intrusive and embarked downstairs to the kitchen and dining room again. They were large and conjoined. An island in the kitchen held the electric stove, while the large fridge, which was loaded with stuff, and the double door pizza ovens sat side by side. The cabinet space was filled with glasses, plates, and bowl's, the pantry was walk-in as well, storing bread, chips, flour and other random assortments of pantry goods.

Then Isaac hit his first unknown room, the office space. He took a quick glance in and decided to leave before he broke something out of curiosity. And besides the garage, the front of the house was explored, so he went toward the back, cutting through the large den area again.

The hall had many unexplored doors on either side so it was an adventure no matter where he went. The first door was boring, literally being rows of filing cabinets, all properly dated and such. The second was a large space, with a mirror covering the back wall. The floors were padded, and random work-out equipment lay strewn about. Isaac smiled a little at the treadmill that still asked for its activation code.

Then he went out onto the back patio. Squalls backyard was a site to see, with a forest line, grass, a pool and a hot tub. The grille upon further inspection was large enough to fit Isaac inside of it, with a second meal grate above the flames to simply keep what was cooked warm. Isaac smiled, returning inside and going through the last door, after finding the other was a laundry room.

The last door descended into the basement. It was well furbished as expected, the carpets, walls and such all done professionally. There was a mini-bar, a pool table, a large tv with a L shaped couch, and surround sound speakers. Isaac felt jealous of the house, and slipped into the couch and flicked through the channels.

Isaac took the time to think about his situation. He knew he was being a baby by running away, but at the same time he didn't want to leave the house. He felt safe, at home and loved without exception. Squall clearly liked Isaac, why else would he pull the dog from jail and give him all this. It made Isaac very happy to have someone like that, especially with his mother.....

Isaac started to cry, flashing back to his mother. He loved her, but in no way did he feel guilty for replacing her with squall. She was so carefree, so un tamable, just like squall. Would he like Isaac to be that way? The thought dawned with a grin. He knew just how to give Squall the happiest surprise of his life. His accepting surrogate dad would love him.....

"Mother knows best." He said, enacting his plan.

Another day of brutal school passed by, and Vincent came home to dinner. He ate eyeing the phone, his mother and father felt bad, but knew they couldn't do a thing about it. "Tomorrow we call the cops." his mother said calmly. "I can't imagine dear sweet Isaac being out on his own."

Vincent's heart fluttered, but dropped at the same time. He knew two things for a fact, very conflicting, very emotional things. One, Isaac was fine. He was resourceful and if things got bad, he would return home to him. And two, Isaac could not last long out there without outside help. He was clever, but physically, and at the moment mentally, he was weak. His moms rehab, his lack of a steady food source, his current mental condition. All the bad things flashed the loudest, like the lack of a place to sleep, he didn't have a car, and Nathan assured him Isaac hadn't showed up for work.

Minutes passed like hours staring at a phone, waiting for an important call, buy the time he realized he was tired, six agonizing lifetimes had passed him.

Just another 24 hours......

You don't exactly go about hiding a busted lip, especially from family. Nathans dad was on that one in a heartbeat, asking what happened, if he was ok and, what one might not see as normal, 'did he deserve it?'.

Nathan said he did, but apologized anyway. He had promised his dad no fighting he started himself, and even if he had worked around the rules, he felt just as guilty. Nathan didn't like it, but he over reacted to most situations, it was an on-going problem. His dad said he understood, and even laughed at the pranks, reminiscing in his youth.

"Did Isaac call?" Nathan asked casually, but really he had wanted to ask as soon as he had entered the store.

His dad shook his head, "And as promised, no police, but really you have to call them soon, if Isaac's gets hurt you'll never forgive yourself." Nathan knew it was true, but ignored it, trying to repress the memories. It was hard, sure, but he did it anyway, Isaac deserved his space.

He was doing it again, Nathan sat in his bed with a self-loathing in the air. He had promised himself to change, but he had promised another not too. He wanted to be someone who could stay in one place for a while without being forced to move on. He wanted desperately to be 'normal' and not over the top. His mind flashed to the sixth grade, back when gay was a word no one really knew the meaning of aside from an insult.

He watched the scene play out, the little chubby awkward kid admitting he had a crush on another boy. The boy laughed in his face, taking it as a joke. The next day after a young Nathan went home broken hearted the other boy agreed to be in a relationship with him. They seemed so happy, best of buds, and so alike in so many ways. After their first kiss, the boy had stolen Nathan's things, beat him up, and explained how them dating was a dare from the other kids.

Children will always be cruel....

Nathan was a laughing stock, no friends, picked on, and even shunned by some teachers. Then his mother left, unable to handle Nathan's father, and not taking custody of her child. Nathan had visitation rights to his mother, but after she left Nathan had rejected her.

This sparked Nathan's first fight, giving one boy, the cruel ex, a nasty black eye.

School two, Nathan was getting a better body, but was still the outcast. He had never wanted to live a lie, at this school also proclaiming his sexuality with pride. This school seemed accepting enough, apart from the clique of super religious prep girls made it their business to put him through hell. It started small, messing with his food, tripping him, informing fellow religious teachers of his 'choice'. But it escalated to changing grades to failing marks, stealing clothes from the locker room, and eventually a stoning circle. The girls got a group to get him after school, forming a circle around him and pelting him with stones until he bled, the deranged obsessive cult preaching 'the good word' to him all the while. Every time he tried to leave, some big dude would push him back in until it ended

They had been justified, getting a week's suspension, Nathan left because his father was worried for his safety, but never once telling him to hide who he was. Never to be ashamed. Nathan was so alone, he clung to every friendship he could get with a vice grip, needing that bit of support, even if he didn't appear to, but also choking it to death.

School three was three years of high school. No cults, just a few dicks who picked on him. That's when he got his muscled body. Junior year, a particularly nerdy kid had approached him, explaining how he was gay. Anthony was a sweet kid, and Nathan took a liking to him immediately, and Anthony to Nathan. They had a strong relationship, Nathan's pushiness, forcing Anthony to make the big leaps he never could. Anthony's cool head helped Nathan see the good in anything.

Present day Nathan cringed at the memory of Anthony. He was so kind.....so sweet, so innocent.......

When they had been dating it seemed the Jocks were not too happy about it. They threatened Anthony's life, told him to avoid Nathan like the plague if he wanted to stay alive. Nathan had assured Anthony he could protect him, thinking more of his need for the otter then his actual safety. He promised Anthony would be safe, and Anthony believed in Nathan, so they continued to be together.

One night at a drive in movie, the two were so happy together, making out while explosions played in the background, but natures calls at the wrong times. Nathan let Anthony go from his grip to go do his business, but after ten minutes Nathan became worried. He ran from the car to the bathrooms, only to hear the horrible groans from the bushes. Three guys pulled Nathan to the noise, restraining him as he watched Anthony get beaten. The voices still floated through the air. 'I'm going to keep you safe.' 'don't worry about them, with me by your side you'll be fine.'

Anthony was sent to the hospital, and the next day in school when the bastards thought they were safe, where Nathan wasn't going to make a scene, he beat them down. There was blood everywhere, people screaming, and the police and ambulances showed up. The only thing keeping him out of Juvie was a kind social worker who heard his tale and felt for him.

Nathan was not allowed to see Anthony under direct order of his parents. They blamed Nathan for teaching Anthony that homosexuality was ok, and explained in a very level headed way, that he was going to hell, and he wasn't taking their son with them. That to see the devil would just corrupt their son even further. They moved shortly after and Nathan never saw Anthony again.

Those words hurt Nathan more then one might think. It was painful to know your very existence is a plight to some. Like you're a filthy feral animal with no ability to reason.

He tried not to let it break his spirit. He tried to be the same guy Anthony had loved so much.

'Don't ever change Nathan.' Were the last words the little runty waterdog had spoken to him as he was semi-conscious in a stretcher. And he followed it like a creed.

But he didn't have a heart of stone. The memories of little Anthony's face made tears rush from his eyes, the fact he was replacing Anthony with another was heart wrenching. What if Isaac was like that right now?! He kept telling himself that wasn't the case. Isaac was fine. But he couldn't ever say it with enough conviction to ensure himself for more then a few hours at a time. He cried himself to sleep that night, praying wherever Anthony was that he was happy.

Guilt is a bitch, as tired as Nathan was he couldn't sleep. He didn't call the police as a think for Vincent, another guilt pushing him into that, so he wound up sneaking out of the house and driving around in hopes of running into the dog, in hopes of saving him, in hopes of nothing like Anthony being his fault again....

Just another 24 hours.......

It was late now. Isaac had put his plan in action. Squall had called to sincerely apologize cause he wouldn't be home until nine at the earliest due to traffic caused by other construction.

It was eleven. Squall slipped in, for the first time in a long time he was careful not to make too much noise. He crawled into his office and dropped off some papers, cursing the traffic. Issac's first day was spent alone in a strange house, with no way to use the computers.

On his way up stairs he noticed Isaac on the couch, dozing off, a bottle of wine out, and glasses set up. Even if Isaac shouldn't have any, Squall smiled at the gesture, walking over to wake him.

Isaac was a sweet boy for sure, hell anyone would have feelings for him. Squall felt like that cool uncle, open and supportive, but at the same time he knew Isaac wanted him to play the role of the father. He sighed, eyeing the dog, listening to his soft snoring. Squall smiled, he was sweet, but Squall was no father...... He shook Isaac's shoulder, reluctant to wake him "Hey, I'm home, wakey wakey sleepy."

Isaac stirred, looking up, his eyes bloodshot and surprised as he smiled. Squall took a step back, taking another look at the wine, and realizing there where at least three other drinks, thoroughly sampled sitting on the ground.

"Squall." He practically sang, getting up. He wore only his boxers and a tee shirt, pulling the fox in for a hug, "What took yah man. Arg! How I missed you!!" he hic-upped, looking surprised and embarrassed, then burst out in sweet drunken laughter.

Squall was....blown away. He hadn't given the mini bar a second thought really, "Ok Isaac..."

"Did you miss me?" he asked, getting another hug.

"Yes I did, but Isaac it's time for bed now ok?" Squall started to panic.

Isaac beamed at the news, ignoring the second part and squeezed harder, "I missed you too . I have a surprise." He said, already giggling.

Squall smiled, wonder what else went on while he was away. "Oh, that's great." It sounded nervous, but Isaac giggled again, pulling Squall up the stairs, missing a few steps. He pulled the fox into his own room. Squall tensed up, wondering what was going on.

Isaac sat him on the bed, "Oh," he laughed leaving, waving his paw at squall, "Get changed silly. Dressing up isn't comfy sleep time wear." Another hic-up, and Isaac shut the door.

Squall sighed, wondering how he was gonna fix this one. But he was uncomfortable, he pulled off the shirt and pants and got on his own boxers and tee. "I'm all done changing."

Isaac burst in and jumped on the bed next to squall, "Ok, so you know about my mom right?" Squall nodded, scooting away from Isaac who hovered a little close, swallowing and hoping to God his fears weren't true. "Well, my dad left us when I was young, so now.....i don't have a mom or dad." Isaac inched closer to the retreating fox. "But I've been thinking......"

'Shit', Squall thought, standing up, 'shit, shit shit. This was so cruel!!' "Isaac, I'm not the dad you need." It was solid, but not hurtful; then again, Isaac was drunk. He stood up with Squall.

"I know, but I love you like one, and..." he put his arms around Squall who grabbed them, pulling them off. "I want you to be as happy as possible." His voice was dreamy, distant as passionate. He pressed his body against the foxes, his face closer then Squall liked.

The situation was getting out of hand, but at the same time.......no. it was wrong, he was barely legal, a tenderfoot who didn't know what he wanted out of life yet. "Isaac, your drunk, don't do anything stupid."

Isaac had walked them back over to the bed, Squall feeling it with the backs of his legs. Isaac giggled again, "My mom used to say that your hearts desires are revealed when your minds fuzzy and doesn't get in the way." He tried to get a kiss, his muzzle nipping up at Squalls who resisted.

The room filled with the smell of excitement, the thick sent emanating from the both of them. Squall was embarrassed, but he felt his manhood start to stiffen and grow. "Isaac this is wrong, you have no idea; and it won't go anywhere. Please stop to think about what you're doing." Squall pushed Issac's paw away from his own crotch. "Damn it Isaac listen to me!"

The dog stopped, his ears dropping. He looked so innocent and hurt; pain was etched deep in his eyes. "But Squall, come on..... I'm doing this for you..."

"No, you're doing it for you Isaac. You can't get over your issues this way." Squall preached, trying to teach a lesson to get the dog to leave. No anger or nervousness in his voice.

"I'm not trying to do that now! Why won't you just be happy?!" Isaac shouted, tears in his eyes. He took a step away from Squall, "Tell me you love me." It wasn't a request, Isaac voice wreaked of authority, but at the same time the other option was clear.

"I can't Isaac, not in the way you mean. I LIKE you, but I'm not going to be your dad replacement."

Isaac's face fell apart, his spirit wasn't crushed, it was eradicated. He skipped depressed and went straight to 'crazy don't know what to do, find a solution at any cost.'

"You don't know what your...the...the boat....and the job....." he seemed to have found his solution, "I just haven't explained myself to you that's all. You're just ignorant to it. Ha-ha!" he actually let slip an obsessive giggle. He pushed Squall back onto the bed and pulled at his boxers. "See. I'll make you happy, and we'll be a family." Squall pulled at his boxers, trying to keep them up, trying simultaneously to stand, "A real family!"

"Isaac no! I'm not gonna be your dad replacement. I'm just an adult friend trying to get you on your feet!" he managed both trying to stand and hold onto his boxers, while trying to believe what he said himself. He started to leave the room, Isaac still holding on to his waist and arm, trying to hold him back.

"NO! We're a family! I love you damn it! Love me!" he was hysterical, tears flowing in rivers from his cheeks. "Love me back! I'll make you happy! I'll do whatever it takes!" he lost his balance and fell on the ground in the hall as Squall returned to his room and shut the door. "No! Squall, I'll- I'll suck your dick! I'll do anything! LOVE ME!" Isaac sat on the floor crying all night from what Squall could hear, banging on the door, screaming to let him in. thank god squalls neighbors were a good half mile away. "DADDY! Don't leave me out here!"

Squall knew a good night's sleep killed drinking hysteria, but it was a long time before the screaming and crying stopped, and would most defiantly be an awkward morning.