Bond
Foxxy: [""](%5C)
DC: [""](%5C)
DC is not mine, mind you. But, how I wish this hot turtle was. Raphael 'Foxxy' Selini, however, is.
"Oh, DC! That was the best night ever!"
DC smiled and opened the door to his apartment. "Ah, glad to hear it, my fox," He held the door open and gently pushed Foxxy in. "Ladies first."
Foxxy turned around and lightly punched DC in the arm, laughing as he retorted, "Don't make fun of my genetic disability!"
"Oh, sorry," DC replied sarcastically. "I forgot you were sensitive about your small size."
"DC!" Foxxy pouted. "Stop making fun of me. It's not my fault I'm so small for my age!" He threw a hand across his forehead for dramatic effect as he wailed, "Gods know I try to match up to the wonders of such a tall height, but alas, dear dragon friend, I cannot. I am merely a small, pitiful fox that can do no such thing as be as tall and wonderful as everyone else!" He made a fake sob and pressed his ears back, putting his fluffy fox tail between his legs.
"Oh, poor Foxxy," DC whimpered, smiling as he kissed the fox-turtle's cheek. "I am a bad, bad dragon for teasing you about your height. Can you ever, ever forgive me?"
"I don't know. My feelings, they are hurt."
"Will this help them heal?" DC pulled out a strawberry left over from their walk in the park.
"They feel better now!" Foxxy took it and his long, canine tongue flicked out and touched the tip. He swirled it in a few small circles before sticking the berry in his mouth and sucking on it with his eyes half closed and looking at DC. DC watched intently, getting aroused just by the thought of it. Foxxy pulled the strawberry out and a thin line of saliva was still attached to it, looking horribly like pre-cum. DC shivered a little, smiling. Foxxy licked it a bit more, making sure he had DC's full attention. Then, Foxxy snapped his jaws closed on it and red juice squirted out. DC flinched. "Ah!"
Foxxy cackled and licked the juice off his lips. "Gotcha!"
"The hell you did!" DC jumped him and grabbed him around the waist, tossing him over his shoulder. He playfully pulled a single strand of fur out of Foxxy's tail. "I'll teach you to torture me, fox boy!"
"Oh no!" Foxxy cried, laughing as DC ran up the stairs towards his room. He opened the door and Foxxy started lightly kicking. "No! Oh, DC, not here!" he wailed dramatically. "Anywhere, but the bedroom!"
"Too late, Foxxy!" DC tossed him down backwards onto the bed and pounced on him, peppering his neck and chest with kisses. DC fell next to him and the two laughed for awhile longer. Then, DC turned to Foxxy. "Hey, fox."
"Yes, D?"
"I know this seems kinda random, but... did you... know your parents?"
"Wha? M-my parents?"
"Yeah. I've been wondering that for awhile now. Sorry to pull it out at a time like this, but I'll forget later, you know I will."
"W-well... did you?!"
"Not my real parents. I... don't think I have any. I was created in a lab. The only father figure I knew was a former master named Matan."
"Oh."
"But, what about you?" Foxxy looked away. DC looked at him. "Foxxy? Is something wrong?"
"No..."
"Do you... just not want to talk about them?"
"D... promise me if I tell you... that you won't say a word to anyone, not even Casey. Gods, if Casey knew... oh, if Case knew... He'd be furious and broken. Oh, D, please! Promise me you won't say anything to anyone at anytime, anywhere ever!"
"Alright! I swear!"
Foxxy extended his hand. "Pinky swear?
DC smiled and hooked his pinky over Foxxy's. "Cross my heart, hope to die."
Foxxy smiled, but then it faded as he began talking. "Well, my stepmom told me the story one time of how I came to be in my parent's care. She said I appeared on their doorstep in a golden cradle and sleeping peacefully as if I had been for a million years. She took me inside and reared me. But, as soon as she picked me up out of my cradle, my dad sold it on Ebay for a million bucks and then spent it all gambling and buying drugs and beer!" DC noticed how Foxxy spat out the word 'dad' like it burned his tongue.
DC stared at him. "So, your dad... he was a drug addict and he drank."
"Yeah. And it only got worse over the years. My dad didn't want me. He just wanted the golden cradle I came in. The only reason he didn't throw me in front of traffic is because he knew my mom would leave him if he ever tried to hurt me. But, don't think that meant he didn't."
"He... hit you?"
"Yup. All the time. Ever since I was old enough to talk and walk. Of course, it wasn't too hard or often at first, so no one really noticed. But, it began to seriously kick off when I started bringing home less then perfect grades in school. They had sent me to a horrible, dull, strict school that graded their students not only on their academic performance, but on their posture, their speech, their everything! Ask Casey! He went, too. Got a D in everything that wasn't academic, even though he got pretty bad grades in those too. But, he knew it wasn't my fault my posture was bad or that my speech was less then perfect. It was his own damn fault, yet he pinned it all on me! My posture wouldn't have been so bad had he not hit me so much and I would've learned to speak up faster if I wasn't so afraid of saying something wrong and getting hit! I got all A's most the time in my academic courses. I feared my report cards, DC. I knew they held my fate."
"Oh, Foxxy... That's horrible. And you never told anyone?"
"No one. Not even Casey, even though he asked a lot what was going on. He knew I was smart enough to get all A's and that I was much different around him then with my parents. He could tell me and my dad didn't like each other. And he still asks about it."
"What happened to them?"
"Well, one night, when I was twelve years old, I had brought home a really bad report card. B's in math, English and speech, C's in posture, classroom participation, and in handwriting, and a D in interaction. My mom was disappointed in me and that made it bad enough, but my dad was furious. He struck me right then and there, in front of my mom and everything. I... I can remember how he told me I was a failure and didn't deserve to live under the same roof as he did. I had never seen my mom actually furious until she saw my dad hit me like that. She went besurk. She struck him back, screaming and yelling in my defense. I'm surprised the neighbors, at least Casey, didn't come over to see what was going on."
"Oh... god... Foxxy!"
Foxxy wiped his eyes, sniffing and closing his eyes. "Finally, my dad left and went to his room. My mom ran over and hugged me, sobbing and telling me I should've said something, told her if no one else. I hugged her back, crying and wishing that I had. I saw her fists bleeding from punching him and bruises forming where she had been hit. Oh, gods, what happened next...." Foxxy wailed and buried his face in his pillow. "Oh gods! Oh, g-g-g-gods!"
"Foxxy! That's horrible! That's just absolutely horrible!"
"My mom held me even as she dialed nine one one. And... and then my dad came in again! But... but... oh, DC, but this time he had a gun!"
DC gasped and sat up. "No! Oh, god, Foxxy! I'm so sorry! I'm so, so, so sorry I brought this up! I never should've asked! I never, ever should've asked you about it! It was none of my business!"
"No... it's alright... I... I needed to tell someone..."
"Damn straight you did!"
The two both suddenly sat up and stared towards the door. Casey was standing there, looking shocked and horrified. Foxxy could see the tears on his face. "Oh, god. Casey... Casey!"