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******(Flashback: Class Schedule-distribution; POV Change: Nathan)******

"Yes sir: we would like to take those classes." The husky smiles playfully, nodding and getting a little too close to Logan; Dave notices and was about to reach for him with his paw, but he chuckles and smiles "Gentlemen, follow me please." His tone is polite, cool and charming.....to me, it also sounded, maybe, a little seductive. But I guess I was just imagining it.

******(POV Change: Dave)******

We followed the strange husky quietly, with me holding Logan close to me. I was worried.

"No need to be worried, David: I'm not going to touch Mr. Michel. You two lovers, I presume?" He asks us as Logan blushes. I glare at him from behind.

"Yes sir, problem?" I asked a little angrily.

Logan tries to calm me down but I couldn't let things be repeated....

"Again, don't worry young one: as you know, I'm the only teacher of two kinds of art you two signed up for." He starts with a smile not looking back "In my class, there are only small number of young ones in love......so I believe you two will make "amusing students"....." he comments with a polite but still lustful sound....and I could have sworn I heard him chuckle....but, then again, my heart was pounding from the thought.

Logan smiles slightly and sighs in relief.

"So, sir, you will be teaching us both? Or just one of us?" He asks with a slightly nervous smile. Mr. A stopped and turned around to face the two.

"The Art of Painting is a delicate job and Music requires patience to dance to. From my record, David is very talented in dancing, and you are very talented at Art....now, to distribute that talent among each other: THAT is my job for you two."

I nodded at the acknowledgement; he turned around and opened the door in front of him. I let out a silent gasp as a warm breeze hit my face; the door opened up to green fields. The teacher clears his throat and pointed at a strange building, built differently from the others I've seen on Goldenia.

Logan gawked at it with amazement, and I understood why: the big building was decorated with lots of strange looking paintings like a cliff expanding over the horizon, some birds, even some flowers....it almost felt alluring, realistic in a creepy way. I, myself, couldn't believe what I saw.

'What in the......?' I think for a moment as the husky chuckles pointing at some parts of the buildings: they were decorated in a way it tricks the viewer to think this is a modern version of a castle surrounded by green and natural scenes.

"Is that the Art building?" I ask in disbelief, he nodded.

"This is going to be your humble building of the Arts. My best friend helped me make it."

I blink, astonished, and laugh gently "Wow, sir. You and your friend built this entire building yourselves?"

Mr. A nodded as he led the way inside; we followed him slowly, thinking of how strange the place was. But, that thought was replace by a new one: the inside was another story all together with lockers gathered together to make the scene of a rainforest left and right as we moved through the hall; the painting felt like alive more than just a mix of colors.

After five minutes of talking between each other, and asking our so-called new teacher, we reached the Art class: he opened the door to expose a really spacious classroom, perfect for imaginative artists.

"You two will work together in a certain spot I like since it's private." he explained leading us to small but still a big enough room with no roof. He nudged us both inside, smiling as he followed.

"This class lasts for only an hour, so your first day's assignment is simply let your minds: be free and try to make the base of the best painting you can come up with.......erotic ones are allowed." he winked when he said that, making me blush crazily. To be honest, from hearing that, I was starting to think about getting a painting of my cute little flamedramon. I haven't gotten to see him in the buff yet: it disappointed me a bit since I got to see Johnny naked my first night I roomed with him.....he said he was too hot.....I think he was just showing off.

Logan nodded and giggled from the answer, moving to me slowly with a lustful smile.......I never saw anything like that from him before. I couldn't help but blush and shake my head, giggling a bit.

"So then, what do we do now?" I asked him, trying to remain calm. He giggled cutely and blushed as well.

"Well, we ARE alone.......how about a nice painting of each other?" My eyes widened instantly and I felt my pants begin to stretch a little tighter than before.

Trying to stay calm, I smile and nod while pulling him close to me by the waist and whispering to him lustfully.

"As you wish, my love.....you wanna start with me?" Logan yelped a bit and chuckled, nodding gently as he relaxed his head on my chest; I murmured a bit from him doing so.

"Okay, Dave." he said with a giggle: he held up a finger as he moved out of the room for a moment; he entered again after a while, the teacher entering with him as well.....and having that really lustful grin on again.

"From what I heard from Mr. Michel, you two decided to try a painting of each other?" I nod with a smile while trying to cover my bulge with my arms casually.

"Yes, sir." Logan replied, smiling and pulling in a strange silver-and-blue shade seat: it seemed to fit two very comfortably; he pushed it back to the middle of the room.

"As a treat, if you two make a good painting, I'll give you small painting as a reward......a nice, lovely one of both of you......full of lust." He commented as he left, the last part almost in a whisper.....I shivered from hearing that "that includes you two, Mr. Anderson: you must have a good painting if you want your "treat"....."

"Alright, sir. Thank you." Logan said, blushing slightly and grinning at me.....then winking. The husky soon disappeared from my sight leaving just me and Logan. He moved to the canvas slowly, swaying his hips and making me drool from the sight. So, as a good boy, I sat down on the chair......but, for an added hint of sexual appeal, I stripped off my shirt and spread my legs a bit so he can see my visible bulge. Logan just stared at me, smiling and chuckling to himself as he disappeared behind the easel.

From everything that happened when we were alone, I just had to ask him.

"Hey, Loge....why are you acting so.....I don't know........"forward"? I always thought you were a little shier than this..." I began to pose for the artist before me: I leaned back, my arm draped over the chair and the other draped against my side, my entire body being shown from where Logan was as I reclined and let him get a full view of me.

He smiles, speaking from behind the canvas.

"Let's just say......I wanted to have some fun with my lover......." He chuckled and trailed off measuring the whole canvas with me...... it almost felt like I was being painted by an actual artist.

He starts scratch the pencil over the canvas, his focus almost visible from behind the easel. I tried to stay in position.......but from time-to-time, I comment on him or start some small talk to keep the mood up: who can blame me? Besides the scratching, it was dead silent.

Then, all-of-a-sudden, teacher waltzes in; Logan, hearing him, lost his focus for a moment and dropped his pencil. He picked it up and chuckle sheepishly...though I couldn't see his face behind the canvas. Mr. A walked behind the canvas as well, chuckling as he looked it over.

"Very nice.....but focus on this." he pointed at the painting in an area and I was confused by the reaction......yet the embarrassment never left me: the teacher was looking at me almost naked. I knew he noticed it from the chuckle, but he us be to do our own thing, mentioning we had forty minutes left of class; I thought I could hear some noises from the outside, yet it was too faint for me to be sure on it.

.......................

After a while, Logan places the pencil down on the easel and sighs in victory: guess he was done. He looked from behind the easel and motioned me up....yet he seemed to be a little nervous about it.

I got up and moved closer to him, looking at the sketch....a chuckle came out of my mouth and blush swelled in my cheeks as I looked over the drawing of myself: it wasn't perfect, of course....maybe a little hard around the edges, but it was really nice.....what really made me smile and blush was his "added" detailing to my chest and bulge. I smirked.

"W-what do you think?" He asked nervously, his cheeks growing a bright red.

I giggled at his blush and smiled, nodding "Very nicely done for using only a pencil....I'm impressed!" I tried to ignore what he focused on the most, even though I found it so flattering.

The teacher came in and smiled at both of us, looking at the painting like an art critic.....he was just analyzing the whole painting, though: it didn't have any color yet. He cleared his throat and, with that slightly charming and lustful voice, began to speak.

"Very nice, a little rough around the edges......but very nicely done, Mr. Michel. I see GREAT potential in you."

I saw Logan blush at the comment and giggle, nodding in acknowledgement.

"Thank you, sir: I tried my best to get it done." I could sense some nervous nerves in his voice still.

The husky smiled and was about to leave.....but stopped for a moment to turn around grin.

"Nice work on the bulge in his boxers and chest.....one of my favorites about the picture" my face went bright red "class is just about over, so you guys can use the rest of the time as a break: your next teacher will come and take care of your dancing lesson." He closes the door behind him as he smiles wide at a job well done.

I look at Logan, a little surprised; he didn't blush this time when the teacher commented on the "added detail" of the painting. I shrugged and I start to put on my shirt.

"So....dancing class next...." The flamedramon trailed off, smiling again and returning to normal color.

I nod and smile back "Yeah....wonder who it'll be: I'm guessing, like, a male Pokémon teaching us....or a gym teacher..... " I thought for a moment of the different species of our mystery teacher: it could be any one of them.......

He nodded as he moves in front of me, walking out of the out of classroom; I guess he was thinking about some stuff to himself. I smiled and stopped him after we get out; luckily I had my shirt on "We still have a few minutes, want to talk about anything?"

He nods and smiles "Will you help me with my dancing if I ask? I can't dance to save my life...." He chuckles after than, smiling goofily. I chuckled as well.

"No need to ask of course, I wonder.........."

Logan's head tilted to the side slightly.

"What'cha thinkin' about?" he asked, his body moving closer to mine. I looked at the ceiling then at him....how to go on about this......

"Can you.....tell me about your story? You know: parents, meeting Nate, stuff like that....."

He blushed, embarrassed now, and rested his head on my chest; instinctively I wrapped my arms around him. He paused for a second, visibly collecting his thoughts.

"Well, I guess...." he starts. Before he said anything else, then a female voice stops him. The voice belonged to a Gardevoir, a quite elegant one at that.

"Sorry to interrupt you, boys....but the dance teacher said she wants to see everyone in her class now; she sent me to find you two since you guys aren't there yet....."

We looked at each other, then back at her and nodded as we began to follow her; I whisper to Logan as we walked.

"Tell me after class, okay?"

He nodded gently, smiling happily.....almost, somewhat, in relief.

...............

After a while, we arrived at the room for music and dancing classes. We smiled and went inside, the sounds of music instruments hitting our ears and making me jump in surprise from a sudden cymbal crash.

The Gardevoir giggled and soon ran off to her class, leaving us alone again; I smiled and looked to Logan again, trying to find our class: I perked my ears up, trying to hear which class had no music being played in it.

******(POV Change: Dave)******

The two Digimon, at last, found the class at last -well, Logan did it as it would seem- as they went in with a group of other dancers doing some stretching: most of them were girls, though....making the two boys a little nervous.

A female lupine soon walked up to both of them, the obvious aura around her telling the two she was the teacher.....that and the angry look in her eyes: they were late by two minutes.

"You two are my students, no?" She asks: Dave could feel the ice in her voice....and with her being so calm made it that much worse.

Both Dave and Logan gulped audibly, nodding gently as she smiles softly and points to the middle of the class.

"Mr. Anderson, the big one: show me any type of dance you can do. I would like to see what I have to work with."

The Exveemon nodded, motioning Logan to move to the rest of the class; the teacher turned on some relaxing music and Dave took a breath...then, he started dancing.

He began moving his feet, almost like some sort of pro dancer: moving slowly, trying to do a free dance....not something specific; he does a full split and gets back up swiftly, earning him a gasp in surprise from Logan, and keeps dancing around with his eyes closed.....then he starts to turn around and around like skating on ice or something.

Soon he stops and does a Rock Star-slide, getting up again raising his feet slightly as he starts to do it with strange elegance.

The teacher stops the music, smiling.

"Your free style is a little rough, but is very well operated; if we get you to do a normal dance, then I know you will shine." She comments slightly impressed.

He nodded and blushed, now really embarrassed at the bad show he offered. He looked over to Logan, seeing he was giggling at the show....then he smirked: a little bit of revenge, maybe.

"Why don't you see Logan dance too.......or would you like to start class?" He asked politely: Logan's eyes popped open wide, and he began thinking 'he can't be serious....can he?!'

She shakes her head "Tomorrow; for now, though, please join the rest of the class: we will be trying a few Spanish-types of dancing."

He nodded and moved with the rest of the class; as soon as Logan was able to get to him, he punched the Exveemon in the arm.

"Why'd the hell you offer me to dance?!" he whispered to Dave; he only chuckled.

"You were laughing at my dancing...."

"Yeah, because I was jealous of you....duh." he said, chuckling and hugging Dave lovingly. Before they said anything else, the teacher began again.

"Hello, class: I am Ms. Linda, for our new students.....your dancing teacher. I have only one rule in my class: never whine. We do not focus on just one type of dancing: I like my students to be flexible in as many forms as possible." She speaks just like she did before, grabbing everyone's attention quickly: she meant business. As soon as she was finished, she turned around: everyone behind her trying started to scramble and get into position, getting ready to copy her moves exactly when she started to dance.

...............

Just before class was about to end, Logan with Dave were starting to do very well together in the Tango.....even with the flamedramon's occasional loss of balance and apology for doing so....but even with that he kept going.

"So....." Logan began while dancing, trying to distract himself a bit "if I tell you my story....will you tell me yours? I mean, I'm sure you write to your mom and dad.....right?"

Dave, form the sudden mention of his parents, yelped out "what?!" and lost his focus: he tripped over his own fet and fell to the ground, dragging the flamedramon with him......he managed to get up quickly though, yet his expression changed dramatically from happy to almost depressed.

The teacher hurried over to the pair, her heels tapping on the hardwood floor as he did a fast walk over.

"Mr. Anderson....are you and Mr. Michel alright?" she asked. Dave could barely get out the words to say anything; he lloked to Logan.

"Dave....are you okay?"

He looked down and, suddenly, took off through the doors, tears streaming down his eyes slightly. Logan's paw reached out after Dave, yet his feet wouldn't move. Ms. Linda put a paw on Logan's shoulder, squeezing it tightly in reassurance.

"Follow your friend.....see what's wrong, okay?" she said. Logan looked up and nodded, running after Dave quickly. Then she called back to Logan before he was too far away "Be early to class tomorrow, got it?!"

........................

Logan began running down the hall of the building, growling to himself that he could barely tell where he was or where he's been because of this huge wide building.

"Dammit, where is he?! Where could he have gone?!" He asked himself aloud, sounding almost flustered. Taking off down a random hallway, he saw Shawn walking down and he hurried up to catch up to him.

"Excuse me, have you seen an Exveemon around here?" he asked, his breathing hard and quick; awkwardly, he pointed towards what looked like a garden; Logan smiled and ran towards it.

"Thank you, sir!" He shouted behind him, running full speed towards the garden; he manages to burst through the front door without losing much speed; he looked around and saw his boyfriend about to stand up and leave.

"Dave!" he shouts, making Dave gasp and look back up to see Logan.

He runs to him, sliding to a stop and bending over; he tried to get his breathing steady as he looked up to the Exveemon "What.....happened........what's......wrong?" he managed to let out through his panting.

............................

After a few minutes Logan had some water and was sitting next to Dave on a stone bench. The Exveemon sighed and wipes away the tears he had with his arm.

"My.....my mom died a while ago, Loge, and my dad......he kicked me out of my own house." By the tone of his voice, he sounded like he was on verge of crashing.

Logan eyes almost popped out of their sockets from shock.

"W-what?! Y-your parents...?!" Dave nodded as he stands up and walks to the center a bit.

"My story is......a bit complicated, babe....if you want I'll tell you. To start off, my dad was an Exveemon war general, rules being the only thing he loves: anyone who doesn't follow rules is just another lazy ass to him; during that time I was straight at least at first, didn't really have any other choice than that.....but, when I became 14, I started having weird thoughts, these fantasies about other guys like Johnny: I met that year and that's when I got interested in the Art......of course, since Art has no rules to creativity, my dad thought of it as a waste of time. We began rubbing sides with one another.

"What sparked up the whole bad episode of my life was when my dad found me.....well, "pawing off" to some thoughts about Johnny: he was my first, quote-unquote, "crush"......he didn't like it, not one bit; we began arguing about it and it pretty much ended with me being kicked me out of the house....but, my mom didn't like that.....so she helped me behind my old man's back."

He started to shake slightly as he kept going, Logan listening to every word and having his eyes focused on his lover.

"She gave me money every couple of months, helped me get a place for me to stay in, and even had a bit a fun from time to time like any normal mother and son." Dave smiled softly at the fond memories.....then a tear rolls out from his eye down his cheek "So, one day my mom was coming for a usual visit and wanted to give me a picture of her and me so I can always remember her.....but, at that exact moment, it seemed she knew when she'd die......I don't know, maybe she did or didn't....I just had this feeling.......when she left to head back "home" , she was passing the road when a speeding car came in and.....ran her over: I guess it was from a different crime because they only counted the criminal as a bank robber.....so no one cared she was killed...." he said tearing up again holding Logan close to him trying to hold back his tears.

Logan could tell Dave was having trouble with continuing; he stood up and pulled Dave back to sit down, hugging him and resting his head on his shoulder "Shh....it's okay....calm down.....is that all?" He ask him: he was upset that it caused Dave so much pain to recount....but was also happy that the Exveemon was finally opening up to him.

"No, not all of it.....there's the complicated part, too." Dave explained, his tears drying up; he tried to muster a smile on his face, yet to no avail: it looked plastic and fake, an obvious façade.

"While I was crying in the house, after I've seen the view right in front og me, I had a knock at the door. When I opened it I saw a Leomon and a Were-Garurumon...both of them being guys in suits......the strange thing was, I didn't know either of them. They offered to help stay on my feet, deal with the sadness, and get a small Job to keep me going while I went to school. At first, I wasn't I could trust them.....but, after thinking through about what I could do now without my deceased mother, I agreed to them: they told me that they truly wanted to help me.....they even knew about my conflicted orientation."

Logan seemed a little unconvinced.

"So they just offered you their help.....just like that?"

Dave nodded, almost chuckling

"Yeah, I didn't believe it either.....but it was true: they were, actually, legally married.....but, during the time, they looked like business partners, not an actual couple. They stayed with me for as long as I could remember after that." He then smiled softly as he continued.

"On my birthday, two days after Johnny left for Gold-Acad, they did something I thought was purely unbelievable...."He starts his sadness fading slowly "They gave me a document as a gift: at first I thought it was a joke, just some paper as a gift.....but when I read through it, I found out....."

"Found out what?" Logan asked genuinely curious.

"The Were-Garurumon was a lawyer and used his "work connections" to get adoption papers.....they even got my dad to sign it; that meant, from then on, I'd be their son......for the first time in so long, I was so happy....my heart was full of joy......I couldn't believe I had two parents again.....and two sexy ones at that." he muttered, chuckling and blushing.

"We were, probably, the happiest all guy family in the world.....they always teased me, saying I was so cute and sexy.....damn teaser. After a while the Leomon or Dad #1 found Goldenia Academy. They got me in and, before I left on that ship, I got a double ass slap from the two and both shouted at me to be good and get straight A's or they'll fuck me both at once when I got back." Dave blushed crimson red after saying that, immediately regretting ever repeating that to Logan.......who, when heard it, looked at Dave in pure surprise.....and, in a way, interest. Then Dave lets out a deep breath of relief from sharing his whole story with his lover.

Logan smiled and snuggled to him.

"Wow......y-you've been through a lot......huh?"

Dave nodded and looked at Logan eyes "What about you? I'm guessing you had difficulties with your parents......right?"

The flamedramon chuckled and shook his head.

"Not really.....my story is a little more normal than most...." He sat down on the bench again, patting on the seat next to him; Dave obliged and sat next to him.

"Well, I came from a family of an Exveemon and a Flamedramon...my mom being the Flamedramon and my dad being the Exveemon...." He chuckled, almost laughing. Dave looked at him questioningly.

"What?"

"Looking back to how my dad looked at our age," he started, soon laughing and smiling from ear to ear "he looked just like you!"

Dave blushed and laughed as well, smiling happily.

"Well, then I guess you got your mom's talent in finding good men, then." Dave joked putting a paw on Logan's shoulder and squeezing it gently; Logan smiled and leaned in closer.

"Well, as I was saying, I came from a normal family: my mom and dad were very open-minded, always wanting to know what I liked and what I did....though at times it was annoying, I loved it. We did a lot of family stuff together, and my friends were amazed at how care-free they were at some of the things I did.....although, to be honest, I never did that much that would make them go insane with rage or anything.

"Nathan was, probably, the closest friend I ever had...him being the first I ever 'came out' to.......

*******(Flashback)*******

"So....yeah......I'm gay......." Logan muttered quietly, looking away from Nathan: both of them were sitting on the bleachers during school, waiting for their rides home. Logan's face was a bright red, his hands were sweating: he was so nervous on what Nathan would say about him.

'He's gonna hate me, or worse....he's gonna make fun of me......' he thought, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth.....but, after a few minutes, nothing happened.

He opened his eyes to see a confused-looking otter sitting next to him....maybe closer than before, actually.

"Really? That's it?" Nate asked "That's what you wanted to tell me?"

"Well, yeah! You're, like, my closest friend...and I kept that from you ever since we met...." Logan trailed off; he shook his head, thinking 'how the hell is Nate taking this so well?! Even my parents were surprised when they found out!'

Nate started chuckling...then he burst out laughing, holding his stomach. Logan growled.

"Hey! It's not something to laugh about! I was really nervous about what you'd say!"

Nate, wiping his eyes from his tears of laughter, smiled and hugged Logan suddenly; the flamedramon yelped, unable to fully react until after Nate pulled away a bit and looked directly into Logan's eyes.

"Logan.....you know, better than anyone else, that I'm here for you.....I don't care what happens....you'll always be my friend....." he hugged him again, chuckling and whispering the last part to Logan "and flamey...."

Logan's cheeks went bright red, pulling away a bit to see Nate chuckling and smiling.....then he hugged the otter back.

"Wait, Nate.....are you.....?" Logan asked.

"Yep, took you long enough to figure it out." Nate said casually, breaking the hug.

*******(Flashback end)*******

"So, Nate told you when you told him?" Dave asked; while Logan was telling his little story, the flamedramon was sitting in Dave's lap.

"Yeah, I was surprised....I just thought he was that effeminate in real life....I never knew it was because he was gay."

Dave chuckled.

"You know, sometimes.....you can be kinda dumb." The Exveemon said frankly; Logan frowned.

"Thanks." He said, a little upset; he shook his head and continued.

"Anyway, after about a year Johnny has left Nate to go here.....Nate got into a fight with his parents: they wanted to know why he was so depressed and he said he missed Johnny, they asked why he missed him so much and he said they were boyfriends......they argued that he couldn't be gay at home, and that if he were to live inside their house than he couldn't see Johnny or let him come over....so he left.

"At about 6:00 that night, I heard a knock at the door...and it was Nate: he explained it all to me what happened and, after a long wait, asked if he could stay with me for a bit....not a long time, but for a while...."

*******(Flashback)*******

"Nate...." Logan trailed off; the otter hung his head to the ground, water dripping from the rain that started a few minutes ago: he felt ashamed running to Logan for help, especially when he has helped Logan out so much.

The flamedramon took Nate's arm and pulled him slowly inside, then hugged him...even when he was soaking wet. Nate hugged back instantly, tears slowly pulsing out of his clamped-shut eyes.

"I-I'm sorry....i-if you don't want me here....I'll leave....I just....."Nate trailed off, looking up with teary eyes "I didn't know where to go besides here.....I'm sorry....."

Logan shook his head, smiling softly and placing his forehead against Nate's: ever since they found out they were both gay, that's how they calmed each other down.

"Don't be, I understand...." He lifted away and called behind him.

"Mom! Dad!"

...............

A few seconds later and an Exveemon and Flamedramon briskly walk in to see Nate and Logan at the door.....the otter dripping wet and carrying a backpack with duffle bag at his side.

"What's going on? Nate, why are you here at this hour?" Logan's mom, Megan, asked. Paul, Logan's dad, nodded.

"He got into a fight with is parents......they found out he was gay......and, basically, said that he couldn't see Johnny when he got back anymore if he stayed there......so he left. This was the first place he came to." Logan explained, summing up what Nate said.

"I'm sorry, really....I don't have to stay here.....I can find someplace else.....I just......" Nate shook his head, his hair shaking with him and letting some water fly off "I can't stay at home anymore.....not after that....."

Megan "aw"-ed in sadness, rushing over and hugging the otter tightly and lovingly.

"I am so sorry, Nate....I truly am...." She cupped his cheek, kissing his forehead. Paul came over and placed a paw on his shoulder.

"Really, if you don't want me to stay I don't have to: you don't need to feel obliged to help me out of pity...." Nate said honestly, his eyes showing he was being honest....yet barely.

"No, don't think of it that way," Paul started, giving him a half-smile "we understand that your family is strict when it comes to decisions like that.....we'd be more than honored to have you stay with us."

Nate looked up, his face lighting up.

"R-really? You'd let me stay?"

Megan smiled and kissed Nathan's head again "Of course, we already think of you as a son....and you and Logan are already so close....I see no reason why we would turn you down....especially now."

"I....I can't thank you enough.....really...."Nate muttered, smiling and almost starting to cry again. Logan took the otters paw and picked up his bag.

"I'll help you unpack....and let's get you out of those wet clothes....might get sick."

With that, the two ran upstairs and into Nate's new room.

*******(Flashback end)*******

"Basically, we kinda just 'adopted' Nate as part of the family: he's been staying with us ever since that fight.....that being a little less than 2 years.....our fmaily is well off, my parents being doctors, so we were always able to take care of each other. One, Nate even called my mom 'Mom'.....she went crazy with happiness."

Dave shook his head: Nate had trouble? He didn't look like he did.

"Does Johnny know this?" he asked. Logan shook his head.

"Nate wanted Johnny not to know....at least, not yet....he made me swear not to tell him: it was gonna be his job; if Johnny found out from someone else, things could go bad." Logan explained, sighing.

"And that's that....that's my life, basically...." He ended, chuckling "not very exciting, really......" Logan began trailing off, looking away. Dave saw this and attacked.

"What else? C'mon, you're hiding something......I just know it!" Logan gasped and stuttered...but sighed and chuckled.

"Well, during one of the Christmas's we had......me and Nate.....got stuck under some mistletoe...."

Dave's eyes widened: they kissed?!

"What?! You two kissed?!"

"Well, he HAD to: it's a tradition...no one can break it!" Logan argued back, blushing in embarrassment "Then, during the night....while we were talking in our room....I told Nate that......well," Logan gulped, chuckling nervously "that I had a crush on him.....and it was confirmed with that kiss......"

*******(Flashback)*******

Nate looked at Logan, the surprise was viewable even in the semidarkness.

"Wait....Loge, you.....like me?" Nate asked, shaking his head as he sat up in his bed; he draped his legs over the side, facing Logan; the flamedramon rolled over to face the wall, his voice sounding small.

"Y-yeah......."

"W-when did you start liking me?" Nate asked.

"A-about the time when we first hugged......it felt......nice.....and warm......" Logan said, sighing ".....are you mad?"

"W-why would I be mad? I'm surprised you like me, yeah.....but why mad?" Nate asked. Logan threw the covers off, facing Nate.

"Because you have Johnny! I like you......but you have someone already.....I'd never want to do that to someone.......but, it makes living with you a lot harder......since I can't really do anything about it....."

Nate sighed, taking a deep breath, and stood up; he walked over to Logan's bed and sat next to him. Logan swung over and sat next to him.

"Logan....you shoud've told me you liked me....I would've understood what you meant....and....if me living here while you-" Nate started.

"No!" Logan interrupted, shaking his head and holding onto Nate's shoulders "You're not leaving just because of my jacked up feelings....I'm not shutting you out anymore....." he looked down, dropping his arms from the otter's shoulders.

"Nate, please......if you're mad.....forgive me....." Logan rested his head on the bare chest, closing his eyes and hoping Nate would; to the opposite, hugged Logan close to him and chuckled.

"Dude, there's nothing to forgive.....well, maybe...." He trailed off; Logan looked up, seeing Nate face to face.

"What?" he sked.

Nate slowly, but surely, leaned in and sealed his lips to Logan's for a brief moment....then he blushed and smiled "For that...."

Logan's face went bright red in the dark, unable to say anything but feel the heat form the smooch. He shook his head hard to snap himself back to normal.

"W-what about Johnny?" he asked.

"Call it a Christmas gift to you, from your crush.....'kay?" Nate replied, smiling and hugging the flamedramon close. He muttered something incoherent....but hugged back.

*******(Flashback end)*******

Dave shook his head, chuckling.

"Damn.....my baby's got secrets....." he smiled, sealing his lips to Logan's softly "not that I mind that."

Logan smiled and kissed back, leaning in closer to the Exveemon...then breaking the kiss and looking up to him.

"The crush thing is old, okay? Don't get me wrong: I love Nathan as a brother....it's you who I love the most, though....alright?" he asked, making sure Dave knew.

"I already knew as much, since you know I love you yet had a crush on J for so long....."

As the two talked, the bell started ringing wildly, people filing out of the classroom quickly to go home: classes were over.

"Wow, we talked for a while....didn't we?" Logan said, looking at his watch.

"Yeah, let's head home....okay?" Dave offered. He stood up and offered Logan a paw, in which he gladly took, and pulled him to his feet.

As the two began walking, Logan's mind went racing: both he and Dave has been through quite a bit....yet, comparing Dave's life with his own, it was nothing.....if only he knew how much pain Dave was in....why couldn't he be strong enough to relate?

'I cannot- no, I will not let Dave suffer alone.....alone or anymore for that matter! I will ease his pain until he feels none....I have to.....' Logan thought, now confident in what he has to do 'but....how? How can I make him forget?'

That was a question that Logan didn't think long about......and when he found an answer, he gulped nervously to himself: was he ready for that so quickly?

'Well....I hope so.....'

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