forum Operation: Cease and Desist (o/o Closed)

Started May 07, 2023 by @Anxietyfilledcinnamonroll group

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Aeron looked up at Jen, placing a hand over him. He traced over the ridges of Jen’s hand, closing his eyes as he drew over the soft skin. No one had comforted him, never once in this life. They all thought him weak, a nuisance who shouldn’t be comforted when they couldn’t even complete a training session. Many were confused about how he had gotten his first kill. His first kill had come to him, and all he wanted to do was impress his father. But his father turned his back on him, striking him with heavy claws across the chest. Even after doing what Society demanded of him, he still wasn’t good enough. Aeron leaned into Jen’s hand, letting his tears be wiped away. They made his cheeks glisten. He sniffled, a whine coming from him. “But — he would hit me — he said to put the oldest first. I tried to take care of myself, and he hit me.” He glanced away from Jen, staring at his feet. “I deserve nothing. They said I don’t deserve to live because I’m not an effective warrior.” His stomach turned, a funny feeling pooling within it. It sent shivers up his body.

Aeron shifted in Jen’s lap, turning to cling to his chest. He laid his head upon it, speaking to Jen in a hushed, crackly voice. “I should be punished because I -” He paused. “I never learn. I always disobey. I couldn’t be strong enough to serve my superiors. I failed—” He buried his face in Jen’s chest, weeping further. A series of broken whines emitted from his throat, his scarred hands wrapping around Jen. He nestled into Jen’s sweatshirt, ruffling up his choppy hair. The kid’s hair had gotten unruly with all his movements. Aeron pulled his face away from Jen’s chest, only to be attacked by his sleeves. He let out a grumble, letting Jen dry off his wet eyelashes. “I don’t want to go back to him. He’s mean, Papa, he’s mean.” It seemed the boy imprinted on Jen, calling him Papa. He might want to correct this to ‘uncle’. He sat up in Jen’s lap, interested in the spoonfuls of food Jen fed him. “People don’t think hellhounds should be treated kindly because we’re half-demon. They think we should be killed on sight.” He grumbled.

Aeron accepted more and more spoonfuls of the soup, chewing on the chunks Jen gave him. He whined, wiggling in Jen’s hold as he wiped his nose. He hated it. “OOO, new stuff to try!” He giggled, excited about the thought of new foods. “I don’t want to get sick. Getting sick is horrible.” A little fly buzzed about, irritating the hell out of Aeron. It landed on the wall across from him, and a mischievous smile grew on his face. Taking a throwing knife from his belt, he held it between his fingers. Watching the fly, he took no precaution in chucking it, not even taking the time to aim at his target. The tip of the knife nailed the fly’s thorax, killing the inset in an instant. A grin grew on Aeron’s face, a celebratory purr coming from his chest. “My marksmanship was the best out of my age group.” The hound boasted, holding his head high. He didn’t know what he just did was potentially dangerous.

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Alaska pressed his back against the wall, a small whine coming from him. His breathing picked up, his chest rising and dropping. He moved his finger, staring at Jake through the gaps. Parts of his red face peaked out, too. “I - I - uh…” He trailed off, his words catching in his throat. What did he want? To feel Jake’s lips on his? Possibly. “I - I would like a kiss.” He would lean in himself, but his body froze in place. Alaska could only watch Jake, nothing else. He dropped his hands from his face. There was a need in his eye, shifting himself away from Jake. He always wanted a relationship, and Jake seemed like the best candidate. He wanted Jake to love him, to rely on him. There wasn’t anything else he needed. “You - You can take c - care of me.” He struggled to produce the words, a tingle starting from his nose and spreading across his cheeks. What was he doing?

"Well…" Jen started softly. "I'm not him, am I? I'm not going to hit you simply because you look after yourself, in fact, I encourage it. I want you to put yourself first, but also be kind to others. You don't need to be an effective warrior, that's not what we want from you. Just…" Jen trailed off a little. "Do what makes you happy. If fighting is not something you like, you don't have to do it. You could go off and do other things. There are plenty of things here for you to focus on that don't require fighting others. I say you deserve the world. Maybe it's a different opinion than others have of you, but you've done enough. You're good enough- more than good enough and I believe that with all of my heart." He smiled at Aeron as he calmed down. Jen was getting a little mushy now- he usually didn't speak such sweet words to others, only Artemy and Kohen when they had been younger. He still reminded Artemy that he was loved and gave him small words of encouragement here and there, but it wasn't as frequent as it used to be.
"No." Jen said firmly. "You're a kid. You are going to make mistakes, no one learns on their first try- it takes a while. You shouldn't have to be strong to serve others, you're still so very young, don't worry about these things" Jen squished Aeron into a hug as he laid his head on his chest.

Jen froze when Aeron called him 'Papa', his face heating up slightly from the fuzzy warmth that spread across his chest. He'd never been called a father before, not even by Artemy. This was new and it made his heart ache in a new sort of way- a way he was afraid he might fall too hard for. Jen knew that maybe Aeron wouldn't be with him too long- after all, Jules might want to pull him away one day to let Jen free. But Jen wasn't sure he wanted to be freed of this responsibility. He had only met Aeron, but he was head over heels for the small boy, he would take him to do so many things, see so many things. He'd help him with school work when he went to school, late nights as they watched a movie with Artemy. Jen shook the thoughts away. He was getting ahead of himself. This wasn't a permanent situation.
"Then you don't have to go back, you can stay here." Jen reassured him as he kept bringing the spoon up to Aeron's mouth.
"Well they're wrong," Jen said simply, annoyed that he himself had tried to push the child away. What the hell had he been thinking?? "You have every right to live just as much as the others. Every life is precious and you should treat it so" He watched as Aeron moved to throw the knife he had on himself. Jen gasped a little when it was thrown, letting out a small breath of relief when no more actions followed suit.

"Yes, it's very brilliant" Jen started. He wouldn't crush Aeron's spirit. "But," Jen continued. "You have to be careful, you might hurt someone," Jen said, reaching for Aeron's weapon and slipping it away from him, setting it on the table. "You are very exceptional at what you do, but when you go to do something like this, look around to make sure no one's there. It doesn't feel good when you get hurt right? It makes you sad, so just be mindful not to do that to others" He spoke softly, in a way that wasn't scolding, just informative.

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Jake gave Alaska a curious look, smiling as he leaned in to press his lips against Alaska's, the coolness of his snake bites a contrast with the warmth from his lips. The way Jake kissed was usually hungry and with passion, but that was in different situations and with certain people. Right now he was being a little more gentle with Alaska, taking his time to savor him. Jake's tongue moved with Alaska's, taking the lead as Alaska seemed to be a bit hesitant at the moment, his tongue piercing also giving a new sensation to the kiss.

This went on for a minute before Jake pulled away and licked his lips.

"Alright, I'll help you with that then," Jake said, meaning the obvious bulge that was in Alaska's pants. He grabbed Alaska by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a room, closing the door.

Aeron grinned, leaning into Jen. “No. You are not him. You are better. You are a better Papa.” He pressed his face into Jen’s neck, his head perking up slightly. “No, no, I don’t want to stop fighting. I enjoy it. It’s fun!” He pushed himself away, turning around in Jen’s lap. Strands of his hair fell in his face, pushing himself up to stare Jen in the face. “Do I really? Have I really done enough? It feels like I haven’t done enough. I think my skills could improve, but I’ll take your word. My Papa thinks I’m good enough. Finally.” Aeron was worth it in someone’s eyes. And he would take it. No one had believed in him so much — besides Jules and Bane. But this was new, persistent. Jen said he’d do so much for Aeron and the boy wanted it. He wanted the attention, the validation. He wanted Jen’s love. What did love from a parent feel like? Aeron would find out. “But I’m 10 — that’s an adult by hellhound standards. I passed the test and made my first kill! It was the first time my old Papa gave me praise - so I know I did well. He said if I didn’t, he’d kill me for being defective.” He smiled up at Jen, not understanding the weight of murder. 

Aeron laid his head upon Jen’s chest again, hugging close to him. “I don’t want to go back. I like you more. I want to stay here.” Small tingles shot up from his stomach to his chest. He curled up on himself, clinging to Jen. He didn’t understand what this was. Longing and affection were new to the hound, making him panic. “My stomach is tingling, and my heart feels light. I don’t understand it. Am I dying?” He tilted his head, staring into Jen’s eyes, searching for answers. This was too new for him. Aeron shifted in Jen’s lap, the feeling making him very uncomfortable. It went away, the hound perking up once more. He greedily stole more spoonfuls of the soup, placing his heavily scarred hands on Jen’s arm. He decided he had enough soup, pushing Jen’s arm away from him. “No more. My stomach no longer yearns for food. I want to lie down.” He whimpered. 

A feeling pooled in Aeron’s stomach. However, this was not because of eating too much. This was because of Jen being disappointed he threw the knife. He twisted in Jen’s arms, clutching his stomach. The feeling pulsed through his ribs and he cried out in pain. Small tears fell from his eyes. “I don’t like this. It hurts. This feeling hurts.” He whimpered. “It feels bad. I’ve never felt ‘bad’.” Aeron bit his bottom lip, squirming around in Jen’s arms. “Make it go away.” He cried. “Make it go away! I don’t want it!” The hound buried his head in the crook of Jen’s neck, refusing to make his face seen any further. He whined and howl from the guilt in his stomach. He nearly put Jen in danger and didn’t care to check. Aeron was awful. He didn’t deserve Jen. “I don’t deserve this. I am a horrible person. I didn’t even care to check.” He mumbled. “I’m no good.” And there he was. Back to his old thinking.

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Alaska poked the belt buckle through one of its holes, sighing. Once he finished fiddling with the belt buckle, he flopped onto his bed. He stared at the ceiling, contemplating what had just happened. It was new. All of this was new. He’d never experienced anything like it. His face grew red at the thought, covering his face with his hands. Groaning, he sat up, staring at Jake. He was still there. Why was he still there? At first, he thought it was all a dream. Nope, the man with the snakebites was still there. “T - that was  — interesting.” Alaska squeaked out. What else could he say? What would Jake want to hear? “I liked — liked it.” He needed to stop stumbling over his words. It would get him nowhere. The werewolf wanted more kisses, more opportunities — but not at this moment. He wanted a hug. “Can I get a hug?” Alaska questioned, looking up at Jake with puppy dog eyes. “I would love it.” It was one thing he wanted, now being able to check some things off his list.

Something like fear mixed with Jen's excitement at hearing Aeron's words. The kid thought he was good, and he wasn't too far off from the truth, but Jen was afraid that one day, somewhere in the future if they were still together, he'd mess up somehow in some terrible way and he wouldn't be able to take it back. Jen was not cruel- not at all, he would never raise his hand against Aeron, but he had made some mistakes in the past that he had not been able to make amends for. The thought of Aeron one day coming to hate him- or even worse, fear him, seemed to spark anxiety in Jen.

He smiled, covering up his worries.

"I'm glad" He chuckled softly at his words. Jen sort of blinked blankly at Aeron's insistence on liking to fight. Jen had been like that once, at age nine, though, it wasn't so much as he liked it that he felt like his life was on the line. It wasn't the fear that he would die that drove him, but a sense of duty that he needed to get things right. From a young age, Jen had been very serious, his childhood had been broken into small pieces and rearranged to fit the mindset of a soldier- he had broken faster than the others his age. It took a lot from Nexus to rehabilitate him and over the years Jen was able to find his place again between the humans, all because they had taken a chance on him. He saw himself a little in Aeron, though, Aeron's case was more severe.
"It's fun…." The words stuck to his mind.
"Okay, but try not to overdo it, it's okay to slow down and stop sometimes" He encouraged. It would have to be like this. Slowly getting the hellhound used to not fighting as much. Jen wouldn't take that away from him if Aeron liked it- but it worried him greatly that this was the only thing Aeron would seek out in his life. There needed to be a healthy balance.
Jen's mouth twisted into a frown but tried to keep his smile. It wasn't that he was disappointed with Aeron's words, but the fact that Aeron had never felt love before or kind words like this, greatly hurt Jen. Hell was cruel, that much he knew, but something inside him made to want to wage war against those who had treated Aeron like this. Violence was not the answer, but some people could never be reasoned with.

Something within Jen seemed to snap at Aeron's few last words. He tried to be strong. What would a kid think if they saw the adult crying? The adult was supposed to be strong, someone that would support you and never put the weight of their troubles on the child.
Oh…he felt his heart breaking for Aeron. The worst part was the kid said such words with a smile on his face.

Jen set his hand on Aeron's head as if to try and calm his excitement.
"Listen…" Jen started off. "Your father's ways is no good. It hurts the people around the person you kill- the same for animals too. This is not a good thing, it's a very sad and terrible thing." Was the only way Jen could put it in words that maybe Aeron would understand and feel something to.
"You won't be killed. You are not defective, never have been, never will be. You are so much more than your skills of being able to kill, you understand? Your worth is not defined by simply one thing. There is so much more that goes into a living being. The important thing is, if you have a good heart with good intentions, you will make it far. People will love you and come to you naturally. Keep that in mind" Jen seemed a little tired now, not from encouraging or talking to the kid, but because it made him feel heavy to see someone with this mindset- someone who others thought it was okay to abuse and take advantage of, simply because they could- or perhaps because they "had to".

"You aren't dying" A small sound left Jen. It seemed like Aeron didn't know much about feeling things in these situations. It was all new to him.
"Your body is simply reacting to being treated differently is all" He stared back into Aeron's giving him the best answer he could.
When Aeron pushed his hand away, Jen placed the spoon back in the bowl. Aeron had eaten most of it, but not all of it. It was okay, baby steps. This was good, it was a start.
"We can lay you down" Jen spoke, going to gently lift Aeron but before he could Aeron had cried out something about not liking the feeling. Jen hadn't been too hard on Aeron, but even the slightest bit of disapproval seemed to really set him off.
Aeron buried his head in Jen's neck and Jen gritted his teeth, going to tightly hug him.
"I'm sorry….I'm sorry…" He said softly, repeating the words over and over again in an attempt to soothe Aeron. He rubbed Aeron's back.
"You're not a horrible person, you made a mistake. Mistakes are good, they are going to happen, you will learn in time. Everything is still new to you, you're allowed to make mistakes, I will help you when you do." Jen said, having had enough, he lifted Aeron and carried him the same way he had when he had taken him from Artemy. Jen walked to the living room area and paced back and forth, humming a soft song and he continued to rub Aeron's back. Everything would be okay. Aeron was bound to feel like this a lot for the first few times, but Jen would guide him through it.
A few tears slipped down Jen's cheeks as he allowed Aeron to rest his head on his shoulder, carrying him in an upright position. Never had he seen someone so heavily hurt like this before other than Jake, but Jake was a different case altogether. It was similar but Jake had managed to fight on his own, even if his attempts at survival were self-destructive at best.

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Jake had been wiping something from his mouth with his thumb when Alaska had addressed him again. He turned to look at the other, a neutral look on his face as he stared at him.
"So you've never really experienced this before huh?" Jake said casually, a small smile breaking his semi-serious expression.
"That's good, I would probably up and die if you hadn't" Jake snickered. He had gotten a bit rusty over the years of not delving into sex work anymore, or having fun with anyone after his boyfriend died, so he wasn't sure if his skills were still up to par, but that didn't change the fact that Jake had a lot of experience. He had been one of the best when he had worked alongside Andre in the industry and had gained quite a following. It had been both a good thing and a bad thing.

Jake stopped at his words. A hug? He supposed he could do that. While Jake was good at more explicit activities, he had a hard time showing affection in some ways, though, after a while, it had come naturally with his previous partner.

He would love it…

The words echoed in Jake's mind. Well, whatever would make the guy happy. Jake was just happy to get back into the swing of things again. Maybe it was a bit cruel- using Alaska, though he hadn't entirely, not really. Jake did think he was very attractive and wanted to mess him up in bed, but that probably wouldn't happen for a good long while. Alaska seemed like the type to take things slow and while Jake didn't mind it, he wondered if this was going to be the start of his downfall. He hadn't loved anyone else after Marcus, and was hesitant to step back into being "available" or even more frightening…..taken.
Jake walked over to Alaska on the bed, also falling back into it beside him. Jake felt tired. He had had his fun and maybe had been expecting a little more, but a hug sounded….nice. It was different than his usual ways, but he didn't mind different.
He reached out and wrapped his arms around Alaska, scooping him into a hug as they laid there. It was a bit awkward at first, but as time past Jake seemed to get more comfortable. Though, it really did no good for Jake. The heartbeat of the other slowly started to put him to sleep.
Alaska felt warm and quite frankly, the comfort felt nice.

Aeron giggled, bouncing his torso up and down. He didn’t think Jen could do any wrong. He was perfect. The perfect father. So far, Jen had been kind and caring. Aeron doubted as he grew, he’d hate the man like most teens. He leaned against Jen, resting his head against his shoulder. He could never hate him, even if he messed up. “Will you be my new Papa?” He inquired, staring Jen in his eyes. Aeron gripped onto Jen’s sweatshirt, looking up at him with puppy eyes. He smiled, his eyelid flickering. The hound was growing tired again. “Okay…” He trailed off, looking away from Jen. “I can try to slow down, but I really like training. It is really fun!” The hound didn’t have any hobbies, making it hard for him to promise he won’t overdo it. All he knew was training, and Aeron was okay with continuously fighting all his life. Apparently, Jen didn’t feel that way. Should he feel this way? What else could he do to fill his days? There was nothing else a hellhound could do.

Aeron whined, burying his head in Jen’s chest once he informed him about what killing did. The room fell to silence, tears coming to his eyes. Just another thing he fucked up. Maybe it was too late to help him. He had already done so much wrong, according to Jen. “I - I didn’t know.” He pulled closer to Jen, another strained whine coming from his chest. “They only taught me how to kill, Papa! They said it was a good thing. They said we were doing our assigned jobs.” He sniffled, more tears rolling down his face. They caught onto Jen’s sweatshirt, soaking into the fabric. His tiny body shuttered, his chest growing heavy. He hated the feeling. Aeron hated all these strange feelings. He wished he didn’t need them. They inconvenience him. “But they said I should have been killed at birth. They should have seen the abnormalities.” He lifted his head up, wiping his running nose and wet eyes with the back of his hand. He took slow, deep breaths, trying to calm himself. “Papa? Do you think I’m worth it?” His throat was scratchy, and it irritated him. “What other skills do I have? I want to fight, not kill — but they never let me. I always had to kill the enemy.” Aeron sniffled. He wanted to sleep in Jen’s arms. He needed his Papa’s comfort.

Aeron wasn’t too sure. The tingling sensations in his chest made him feel like jello. “I don’t know if it likes it. My heart is fluttering too much, and my stomach won’t stop tingling.” But so-called affection soon wore off. His chest grew tight, more tears flowing to his eyes. He withdrew, tucking his head into the crook of Jen’s neck. An ugly cry came from his throat, his flowing tears wetting Jen’s neck. “Yes, I am, Papa. Yes, I am! I hurt people! I let them command me to hurt people!” Aeron’s claws dug into Jen, his voice cracking and halting. His claws would cause nasty scars. “I am not allowed to make mistakes! I am no good — you should just throw me out! I might harm you! I DON’T WANT TO HARM YOU!” The last few words came out in a scream, a small hiccough coming from the boy as he sobbed. Slowly, Aeron’s sobs were reduced, the hellhound closing his eyes. While he didn’t fall asleep, he let himself be soothed by Jen.

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Alaska continued to stare at the ceiling, a smile coming to his face. “N - no, I’ve never experienced it before. It was - uh - quite new.” He giggled nervously, staring at Jake. He still couldn’t believe the man swallowed that. Alaska found it not to be the best snack, but to each their own — he guessed. With each word Jake spoke, his face grew redder. It was more apparent on his patches of vitiligo. He giggled again. “It was very — well, tingly. Very tingly. Enjoyable — definitely.” He was highly nervous. Right now, he was in the same room as his crush, who had serviced him. He never thought it would happen, at least not right now. It still felt too early, but Jake had other plans. Now Alaska lay on his bed, his affection for Jake growing deeper. He’d asked for a hug, knowing the chances were low. He wanted to coddle Jake, and pepper kissed upon his face. This was his first time being with a guy, but he would treat it no differently. 

As Jake wandered over and flopped into Alaska’s bed, the werewolf trapped Jake. He wrapped his arms around the hesitant boy, moving closer to him. “Thought you could get away? You will not service yourself without an attack from me~” He whispered, confidence flowing into his chest. He grabbed Jake’s cheeks, leaning up to pepper his forehead and cheeks with soft kisses. Alaska didn’t care where his mouth had been, kissing Jake upon his soft lips. He continued to kiss Jake, eventually pulling away to bury his head in the man’s neck. “You can’t get away.” He mumbled, lifting his head back up. He pressed his nose into Jake’s neck, pressing another small kiss upon it. Alaska pulled away, curling upon Jake. The other’s heat made him sleepy, and he laid his hand out on Jake’s chest. He hoped Jake didn’t sneak out when he dozed off. He wanted to lie with him. In the sense of comfort he brought the werewolf.

Jen's breath caught as Aeron asked him the question, but he didn't think about it this time.
"Y-yes, I can, if you want me to" He smiled down at the boy. Aeron seemed to be growing tired by the looks of it and it would be better if he got some rest after this.
"That's okay if you like it, just try to learn to do other things too, fighting is not the only thing out there" Jen hummed.
There was a moment of silence as Aeron spoke about not knowing anything else.
"Aeron…" Jen trailed off softly.

"I know, honey, and this is not your fault, not one bit of it." He paused at Aeron next bit, something twisting inside of Jen's stomach. He took in a shaky breath at the information that some of these kids were killed as babies simply for not looking the part they wanted them to.
"That….makes me really sad…" Jen said lowly, his mood crashing into the ground. "That's not right at all. No one should be killed simply because of what they look like, it's not something you can control."

Jen held the boy close, hoping that maybe it would do something to calm him down.
"You're worth it, so very worth it. If killing is not something you want to do, you don't have to do it. You can fight without killing others, I support this decision" Jen said a little proudly at Aeron as he carried Aeron around.
Jen smiled a little at Aeron's way of describing how he felt.

"It's okay, I'll help you get comfortable with that feeling…one day it won't feel as terrible as it does now," He said swaying Aeron around a little as he laid against him. The moment of peace didn't last long though, as Aeron seemed to freak out on Jen. The hound dug his claws deep into Jen and Jen shut his eyes tightly, no sound escaping him as the action was performed. He let out soft steady breaths to calm himself. Jen was trained to defend himself from any hostility shown to him, which meant his reaction time was sharp and he could quickly get rid of anyone who was on him- but this was Aeron and it took a lot for Jen to fight against what he had been taught as kid. So instead of pulling away from the kid, Jen leaned in, letting Aeron grab onto him further even though there was a pained expression on Jen now. But he had positioned Aeron in a way where Aeron could not see his face, his chin resting on Jen's shoulder facing the other day.
Jen took a few steps and went to sit down as Aeron cried out.
"It's okay, it's okay…." Jen rocked Aeron back and forth. "I know you don't want to hurt me- you'll never be able to hurt me," He said as a throbbing pain surrounded the place Aeron had dug into him, but Jen never gave an indication that it hurt him. "Even if you do hurt me, I know you don't mean to. Part of my job is understanding that you need a lot of care right now, I'll correct you on certain behaviors but that does not mean that I am disappointed in you or love you any less than I already do" Jen spoke in a calm even manner.
"I will not throw you away." Jen gritted his teeth at Aeron's pleas. "With me, you're allowed to make as many mistakes as possible, I'll forgive you every time because you mean well. You're not evil or cruel. You're a kid, and I'm going to take care of you to the best of my ability. I won't get rid of you- ever." Jen said, emphasizing the last word, letting Aeron's body relax against his.

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Jake gave a long hum at that. He was used to doing….a lot of things. Some were more unpleasant than others, but Jake put up with it at the time, he desperately needed a job to keep him afloat and didn't have any good qualities other than his body. So…he sold it. It's not like it mattered anyway as long as he was getting paid for his troubles.

Jake gave an uncertain smile to Alaska, shaking his head and laughing softly. Jake had to give it to him, he was very adorable and his innocence in this matter was going to be very fun. Jake didn't mind experienced people in the act, but he found it much more enjoyable when the other person didn't exactly know what they were doing. The expressions they made were fun. At least to Jake anyway.

As soon as Jake was in Alaska's arms, a small redness spread on his face at the words directed at him.
"Yeah, alright…" Jake said a bit grumpily but surprisingly didn't seem to hate it.
When Alaska placed kisses all over his face, Jake swallowed hard, attempting for it to not remind him of the past. His eyes widened a little when Alaska grew bold and this time initiated the kiss first. He had been tense at first, but Jake slowly relaxed as Alaska kissed him. It lasted a while and Jake was nearly out of breath when Alaska pulled away, struggling to take in some air.
“You can’t get away.” The words made a feeling spark in his abdomen. Jake let out a small frustrated sigh. Oh great. Now he was the one feeling hot and bothered. The kiss pressed upon his neck only seemed to seal the deal for Jake. He let out a small whimper. Shit.
Jake was absolutely planning on sneaking away from Alaska when he fell asleep, not just because he wanted to sleep in his own bed, but because he also wanted to relieve himself of the pent-up desperation he felt now.

Aeron buried himself into Jen’s sweatshirt, hiding his tear-stained face into folds created by his armpits. He hadn’t responded to any of Jen’s words, softly sniffling. After he caught his breath, he perked his head up. “I want you to be my papa.” He unfurled himself from around Jen, sitting by himself. He leaned upon Jen, looking down at his foot. Aeron scraped it against the floor. “They don’t like deformities. They say if an abnormality presents itself, the child should be killed, for it wouldn’t survive long. Once they saw my performance die, they thought I was defective — but I was so hungry, I couldn’t continue. Other times, even with a full stomach, I still couldn’t be their ‘perfect’.” He took a deep breath, trying to keep himself from crying further. He dabbed his nose with the back of his hand. His eyes were red, the light catching on his wet eyelashes. Aeron’s cheeks were tear stained, red as a tomato. His throat hurt, the inner portion red from his screaming. With every word, his voice died. 

Each breath the boy took was a wheeze. He needed to recover after his fit. A small smile filled his melancholy stare. “I’m glad you won’t punish me for not wanting to kill Papa. I just want to fight and not hurt if I don’t have to. I think I will try that—” He paused, looking up at Jen. Aeron squished his face into Jen’s arm, thinking. “Is this what Jules calls morals?” It mattered little to him, anyway. He didn’t have any morals and didn’t plan on dwelling on the topic. “I don’t want the feeling to get terrible. I want it to be what you claim it is. I want your help, Papa. Don’t leave me in the dark.” A few tears gather in the boy’s eyes. He didn’t seem to stop. He had too many pent-up emotions. Aeron swallowed harshly. All his life, they taught him to run away from affection, to reject it — but Aeron couldn’t think of a good reason. Jen’s love made him feel warm and content. It broke down his walls, the walls that told him to fear and kill. He didn’t mind.

Aeron closed his eyes, nearly falling asleep. He didn’t let himself just yet, wanting to spend more waking moments with his new papa. “I would never purposefully hurt you. I wouldn’t want to, but if I pose a threat — then maybe you should just get rid of me like my old Papa did. I would save you the troubles.” He shifted, getting comfortable leaning against Jen. He nestled into Jen’s side, laying his head upon his chest. “You love me? You truly love me?” Aeron opened his amber eyes, staring up into Jen’s. “No one has ever loved me. Not like this. Is this what love is supposed to be? This?” He fell into Jen, wrapping his arms around the man’s middle. A purr came from his chest. “I don’t want you to get rid of me.” He turned back on his old pleas. “I want to make you proud. I want someone to be proud of me. I want to show you all my skills, even the dangerous one.” Aeron sighed, relaxing his body further.

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Alaska cuddled Jake, nuzzling into his chest. He enjoyed the warmth he emitted. He reached up to smother Jake in more kisses, going to Jake’s mouth once more. Despite Alaska’s sleepiness, he wanted more from Jake. He pressed his lips to Jake’s, the coolness of the other’s piercings giving him a minor shock. A small whine came from the werewolf as he carefully bit Jake’s lip. If he pierced it, his saliva could transmit the lycanthropy virus. He worried little about what Jake swallowed, knowing the virus could only be transmitted through saliva and blood. Alaska let go, kissing Jake vigorously. He pulled away for a minute to catch a breath before reigniting the kiss. After a long while, Alaska pulled away for good, pressing soft kisses to Jake’s cheeks. He wrapped his arms around Jake, holding him tightly as he pressed his face into the man’s chest. Alaska could tell Jake was having issues, but dearly wanted to snuggle with the man.

"I will be your papa…" Jen said softly in return. He let the small boy sit beside him, looking down over at him as he spoke. "I don't understand…" Jen said, looking troubled. "You're so perfect to me- I don't understand why they would want to get rid of you" He watched Aeron wipe his nose, grabbing his hand right after and cleaning him off.

He smiled at Aeron, feeling the other press their face against his arm.
"Of course not" Jen replied. He'd never think in a million years to punish a child for not being able to get things right on the first try. That was insane to him. "Yes, these are morals," He said simply. He'd have a lot more to teach Aeron, but for now, this would suffice.

"It won't get terrible, it'll get better with time, you just have to get used to it because right now, you're in a lot of pain. I will try my best to relieve you as much as I can of that pain. You won't be in the dark, I'll tell you everything- if you ever have any questions about anything, I will answer them to the best of my ability, deal?" He asked, moving a little to playfully tilt towards Aeron, it was like when someone would shove another, but in this case, Jen barely moved, his action being much more gentle than when done between friends.
"I want all the troubles," Jen said in a light-hearted manner. "I am strong too you know, you won't pose a threat because I know who you are, no matter what happens, I'll always be there for you from now till forever" He gave Aeron a huge side smile, ruffling up his hair a little.

Jen went back to hugging the boy- it really seemed like he couldn't get enough of this, Jen loved the hugs given to him by Aeron, it gave him….a sense of purpose almost? If there was something Jen was good at, it was comforting others, but now, there was a small spark of hope expanding in his chest. He needed to pull himself together for this kid and for Artemy too. He had been gone too long and needed to make up for lost time.
"I love you, I really truly love you" Jen pressed his forehead against Aeron's, giving him a warm smile. He slowly pulled away after a second. "Yes, this is love, and from here on out, you're added to the list of people who I hold dear to my heart" He let Aeron hold onto him again, leaning into him a little to let him know he wasn't alone and his feelings were reciprocated.
Jen let out a soft laugh at Aeron's words.
"You can show me all of your skills, but even without them, I'm already so very proud of you. Because you're trying your best. What you are feeling cannot be easy and the fact that you haven't given up is a huge accomplishment"
Jen stayed like this with Aeron for a few more minutes, letting him completely calm down.

"Now, I'm not sure how you'll take to this, but we need to shower you and change you, it might make you feel better to get cleaned up into something soft and warm," He said, looking back down at the kid. If Aeron didn't want to right now, he wouldn't push because the boy had just exhausted all of his emotions and Jen understood how drained that made someone. He'd let him rest if he wanted, then when he woke up in a better state of mind, he'd offer again- but he really did want to get Aeron cleaned up properly.

---

Jake wasn't going to lie- this was a bit surprising to him. The way Alaska just wanted to spend time with him, hugging him and kissing him, it was a new experience. Jake had always done the chasing, but no one had ever attempted to show him affection to this level before after meeting so briefly- the ones that did…..well….he hadn't had such great experiences with them. Jake never really thought much of himself, the actions of others confirming that.
In this world, to some, he was just a pretty face or ruthless fighter. Not that he minded the way things were right now.
…
Or maybe he did and Nexus had convinced him to be complacent with how things were at the moment. Either way, even if they had, they had done a pretty job of numbing Jake's senses, feeling indifferent about the situation he was in.
With every kiss, Jake seemed to melt more and more, now leaning into Alaska on his own. As Alaska bit his lip Jake shivered a little at that, the heat rushing to his face when Alaska went to hungrily kiss him again.
Why?
Why was Alaska acting like he couldn't get enough of him? He had only sucked him off- what was so special about that? Jake hurt deep within his heart as he let himself believe for a split second that maybe Alaska genuinely wanted him, but Jake knew better.
Jake pushed Alaska away gently, shaking a little, the red still on his face.
"Enough…." He said in almost a broken manner. Jake seemed like he was on the tipping edge of breaking down again, but even if he was, there were no tears in his eyes or even a pained expression on his face. He just seemed very calm, maybe a little bit sad and a little shaky, but that was all. He did well in not showing much anymore after he had cried into Jax's arms, something like shame consuming him that he had.

Aeron threw his arms around Jen, a giant grin spreading across his face. “YAY! You will be the best papa! And you’ll be my papa. I get the best papa!” A gentle purr came from his chest. The grin dissipated, a serious face replacing the previous. He stared at the ground, swinging his legs. “They wanted to get rid of me because I wasn’t perfect, Papa. Because I wasn’t like the alpha’s son — we had done everything perfectly. I had too many flaws for their society.” He swallowed harshly, his body shaking. But once Jen took Aeron’s hand to clean it, he tried to yank it away, reluctantly letting Jen clean him. With his face contorted into a pout, he leaned into Jen again, sighing. “Jules said morals are important to life. He said they are the base for every action he makes. I don’t get it, though, Papa. If they’re so important, why did I get taught any?” Aeron tilted his head, moving to stare up at Jen. The boy’s brows were furrowed, confused about why his life was different compared to everyone else.

Aeron smiled as Jen moved towards him, giggling at the man’s playful actions. His shirt rode up slightly, exposing part of his scarred abdomen and exposed hip bones. “I trust you. How could it get terrible with you around? My stomach is feeling tingly again.” He whined. “I will ask all questions. Every single one.” He winced, Jen touching a highly sensitive scar. He yelped, tears pricking at his eyes. “That hurts, Papa. Stop! Stop!” Aeron screamed, clinging to Jen once more. He shook his head, poofing out his ruffled hair. “I never want you to leave. Stay with me forever. If you ever have to leave, take me with you.” He murmured. Aeron didn’t care if Jen had just hurt him. He had stopped, unlike his previous father. Jen listened to him and took in all his requests. He fed Aeron and soothed him. He knew Jen would never purposefully put him in harm’s way. “I love you too, Papa. I think I can say that. I think that’s why my heart is fluttering.” He laid his head on Jen’s neck, feeling for his pulse.

His papa’s pulse told him everything he needed to know. Aeron smiled, lifting his head to meet Jen’s forehead. This is what a father should be, not the man that beat him. “This is love. I have never felt this before. My old papa never fed me, soothed me, or stopped when I cried out in pain. He called me names and said I was useless. You wouldn’t. You’re my dad and he’s papa.” To Aeron, there was a difference between the two. Dad was held in high regard, left to be given to the gentle parent. Papa was mean and ruthless, nothing but evil. “I can’t wait to show you my skills! I think you’ll like them. I learned a lot!” He beamed, rubbing his stinging eyes. “I don’t feel good, no, but I’m trying — as you told me to, Dad.” Aeron snuggled into Jen, closing his eyes. They grew heavy. “What is a shower? Is it fun? Because I’ll do it if it’s fun!” He lifted his head up, staring at Jen. “Doing this can make me feel better? I want to feel better, Dad! I feel so sick right now.” He lowered his head, staring at the ground. Jen wouldn’t lie to him, so he’d do whatever he wanted.

---

Alaska snuggled into Jake, laying his head by the man’s neck. He closed his eyes, squeezing him tighter. There was nothing more he wanted than Jake — and he would have him. The werewolf pressed another kiss to Jake’s neck, pouring his trapped affection into the one he held close. Like this, Alaska grew content. Nothing could replace this moment, nothing could be better. His breathing slowed, his head laying in the crook of Jake’s neck. Sure, Jake may have only sucked him off, but there was a lot more Alaska felt. Nothing was special about being sucked off, but he wanted more and more of Jake. He never wanted an individual more in his life. Every failed attempt at a relationship chipped away at him, creating a determined man to get it right. He wanted nothing more than to ensure Jake there was more to him than simply a crush or wanting to be sucked off. But everything would quickly end. Hope in Alaska would quickly shatter, although desperate to gather the pieces. He couldn’t stop trying. 

As Jake pushed him away, Alaska lifted his head. He stared Jake down, noticing the way he trembled. Immediately, he frowned, taking a shaky breath. He reached out toward Jake, finding the courage to speak. All his confidence sunk away. “D - Did I do something wrong? I - I can make it better. I have no desire to be worthless. Not again. Please.” He whispered, guilt pooling into his stomach. Alaska’s body shivered, small tears coming to his eyes. Though it wasn’t Jake who made him upset, it was his mother’s words. You worthless bastard. “I can do better. Anything.” Another whisper drifted off his tongue. He took shaky breaths, each heavier than the last. He sat up on his knees, staring at his hands. Alaska wrapped his arms around his chest, turning away. He thought about leaving the room but decided not to.

Jen patted Aeron's head as he exclaimed and hugged him, an amused sound coming from him. He gave a sad smile to Aeron's next words.
"It's a good thing you aren't there anymore. I'll happily take you in- they really don't deserve you" Even though Aeron tried to pull away Jen held onto his, quickly getting his cleaned so he could have his hand back.
"Well, Jules would be right. You didn't get taught any because the people who you were with before were not so good. They probably don't have any morals themselves so they couldn't teach you even if they wanted to. If they did and decided not to anyways, then that's just bad parenting. It is a very important thing- but because you were in a different place before, the rules we have here didn't exactly apply there" Jen tried to explain in a way Aeron could understand.

Once Aeron had yelled out Jen had immediately pulled away like he had touched a hot stove. Every muscle in his body tensed, frozen in place, afraid to do anything else.
"I'm really sorry about that," He said gently, his eye having caught onto the scars under Aeron's shirt. Everything in Jen's being seemed to stop at that. What exactly was he looking at? Surely those couldn't be scars, there was just no way!
Jen swallowed hard, shoving the bubbling rage that had started to expand in his chest. He would not show his anger to Aeron, ever. That would scare him and Jen was not going to let that happen. He didn't deserve that- not after everything he had been through. And even if he hadn't been through such horrible things, you were patient with children, you didn't hit them or yell at them for doing something wrong. You pulled them aside and explained, maybe dish out a few punishments that didn't involve physically laying your hand on them, but that was about it.

Jen tiredly leaned his head against the top of Aeron's.
"Don't worry, I'm not leaving any time soon. And even if I do, I will take you with me." He laughed a little at the fluttering feeling Aeron was describing. He was glad that it was that and not the terrible dread that filled the stomach when something was different and it didn't feel right.

Jen looked sad, a little more than the moment before, he had tried to keep his spirits up but with every word out of Aeron's mouth, he felt like he was getting hit over and over again. He hated it. Hated that Aeron had been put through this. If Aeron had had it this bad but managed to find a good place to call his home- wouldn't there be others like him too? The thought hurt too much for Jen to bear. He'd drive himself insane thinking about it and yet, he couldn't turn a blind eye to it. He felt like his mind was trying to torture him. He didn't know what to do with this information.

At being called 'dad' for the first time, that seemed to snap Jen right out of his previous thoughts, his eyes growing a little. He had never been called a dad before- and Jen had always wanted kids of his own. It was a privilege to raise tiny humans and see how they unfolded with time. Each had their own personality and it excited Jen to know who they would become. Being part of someone's life that grew to be kind and strong, was something he would forever be proud of. More than anything he would ever accomplish, that would take first place.
"You can show me all the skills!" Jen suddenly beamed, pulling himself together. "I think showers are fun…" He thought about this for a second. "Or well they can be- baths and showers are different, but they can be very warm and nice on the skin. It would also clean you up, your hands, your face, everything, then you can wear different clothes, something more soft and flexible" He explained. "We place your clothes in a basket and wash them for later to clean them, then take you into the bathroom and put you under some water. I'll wash your hair with a soap that will clean it. It makes little bubbles, I think you'll like it" He said, getting up now and offering his hand to Aeron so they could go to the bathroom and get him changed.

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Jake gave a small soft laugh at Alaska's worry. He shoved the feeling that threatened to overwhelm him down. Now that the affection had stopped Jake felt like he could push those thoughts away. Alaska's overwhelming want seemed to smother Jake a little. Jake didn't know what Alaska was looking for in him, but whatever it was, it was going to be very difficult to find.

"You did nothing wrong- I'm just not used to doing this with someone who I don't know that well" He gave Alaska a tired half-smile.
At the sight of the other being brought to tears, Jake froze. The pleas that came from him made Jake feel a little sick.
"Don't." Jake said suddenly, now looking a lot more serious. "Don't do that." He looked away, not being able to meet Alaska's eyes anymore. It was then that Alaska turned his back on Jake and he contemplated getting up and leaving.
"You don't turn your back on someone who's in pain and needs help." Jen's words echoed in his mind. Jake gritted his teeth, looking a little pissed now. He sat up, rubbing the back of his neck. This had really turned into a disaster.

"This has nothing to do with you Alaska….I'm just….you know…." Jake said, though couldn't bring himself to say the words "unlovable". Some part of Jake knew that wasn't true, but the one who had wholeheartedly loved him and accepted him exactly how he was, had died. Jake's eyes drooped a little. He kept saying that. "Died" as if he hadn't been the one to kill him.

Jake seemed frustrated as he couldn't find the words to say to Alaska. He struggled a lot in that sense.
"Don't lower your standards for me. Maybe your standards are already really low considering you've taken a liking to me, but I promise you I'm not good at anything else other than what I do in bed. Find yourself someone who won't make you cry like this, you can do better" Jake gave a low laugh as he teased the other, yet poked fun at himself too. He looked over to see the guy who was so broken up by being rejected by Jake. Maybe coming to see Alaska had been a mistake, he felt a little guilty for making Alaska react that way. He seemed like a really good guy and Jake didn't want to be responsible for ruining such a guy. No one deserved that.

Aeron purred, leaning into Jen’s hand. He loved his new father, wanting to be at his hip. He’d never wanted to spend time with one person so badly, almost as if he were making up for lost time. Every part of his childhood from birth to now had been nothing but pain. This agency had taken him in. Now he had met a new dad. His life was bound to improve. “No, they don’t — but you do! You’re my dad. You’ll protect me if they want me back, won’t you?” Aeron fidgeted, moving his hands in his lap from the excitement. It rose in his chest, a warmth spreading throughout his small body. “So they were bad? Does that mean I was bad because I followed them? I don’t think demons have any morals — all they do is kill and hurt.” Aeron frowned, training his eyes on the shaggy carpet. He pursed his lips, shaking his head. Who cared? He shouldn’t. All he wanted — all he needed — was some love. And Jen would make sure he got it, Aeron was sure of it.

Although Aeron loved the rough play, some scars on his stomach were still fresh. It would take weeks for scars from other hellhounds to heal. Unfortunately, Jen touched a specific scar that hadn’t completely healed. The boy’s squealing halted, turning into cries of pain. He begged Jen to pull away, knowing the man would do so. He laid his head on the couch cushion, taking deep breaths as the pain wore off. “You didn’t mean to, Dad. I know you didn’t.” A whimper came from him. “Some injuries are still healing.” He sat up, crawling into Jen’s lap. He gave his dad a hug, trying to soothe him of his anger. Aeron didn’t know why Jen grew angry, but he didn’t want him to be angry. It wasn’t his fault. It was his biological father’s fault. Aeron understood, though his understanding was still rudimentary. “It’s okay, Dad. Please don’t be mad. It’s normal, nothing to it.” He leaned his head against Jen’s, hoping he could calm him down.

Aeron snuggled into Jen, relaxing against him. “I know you will, Dad. You love me and I love you. You wouldn’t leave me behind. You wouldn’t leave, brother, either.” A small smile crossed his face. Great affections spread throughout his body, tingles making his body feel strange. Almost like jello. “I want to show you all the things! You might not like them because you didn’t seem pleased about me fighting — but it’s my greatest still, Dad.” His eyes found Jen’s. They silently begged Jen to accept this side of him, even if it didn’t please him. Aeron forgot about the topic, switching to the excitement of a bath. “A bath! I like baths! Jules gave me one when I arrived here. It was fun!” Excitement sparked in his eyes. “I want to be in soft clothes! These are rough. I will like it!” Aeron grabbed Jen’s hand, bouncing up and down on his toes as Jen dragged him to the bathroom. 

---

Alaska took shaky, small breaths, shaking his head. He lifted the back of his hand to his eyes, wiping his tears. “I - uh - I shouldn’t have done any of that. It’s my fault. It was too early.” He swallowed harshly, trying to control his shaking body. The werewolf couldn’t control his pleas, his mother’s words flooding his mind. He clutched his stomach, nausea enveloping his being. “I - I … Jake, I can’t help it!” Alaska covered his head with his arms. “My mama told me I would forever be worthless. I - I want to be worth it in someone’s eyes.” More tears gathered in the werewolf’s eyes. A strained whimper came from his throat, squeezing his eyes shut. He broke down, unable to cope with his mother’s words. It was never Jake who made him upset. Not at all. He drank in the air, trying to recompose himself. He uncovered his head. “I believe you can be loved. It will just take — a lot to break the walls. I am a persistent motherfucker.” Alaska giggled nervously, still clutching his stomach.

Alaska kept drinking in deep breaths, trying to stabilize himself. His claws had extended, sharp fangs appearing slightly from under his upper lip. Lifting his head up, he stared into Jake’s eyes. He turned his head, a blush of embarrassment enveloping his face. He was a monster, nothing more. “I never lowered my standards for you, Jake.” His speech was muddled. “I think you’re good for other things. Don’t doubt yourself.” Slowly, Alaska’s speech returned to normal. Silence enveloped the room, falling over the boys. “There is no one else, Jake. I go for someone unavailable, or I ruin every relationship I try. I cannot keep anyone.” He whispered, hiccoughing to control himself. “You’re not making me cry like this, Jake. It’s not you, it’s my mother choosing to hate me. To say foul words to me.” Alaska became desperate for a hug, moving toward Jake. He reached out for a hug, needing it.

---

The room grew pitch black, a dense musk choking any man of air. Two metal tables sat in the middle, reinforced metal straps hanging off them. The room itself was plain, the floor made of dark tile and the wall splattered with blood. A demon ushered a human into the room, shoving them onto the metal table. Nathaniel stood over a tabletop pushed against the wall, pushing a needle into his own arm. He extracted the blood, unfazed if there was any pain. The human whined, their arms and legs strapped to the table. They thrashed violently, mouths gagged. They screamed, Nathaniel moving over to the human. “Oh hush now, you’re found. This will hurt for a second.” He lifted the needled, flicking at it to release the air bubbles. He plunged it into the human’s neck, quickly releasing all the blood into their neck. The human whimpered, then their muffled screams filled the air. Nathaniel smiled, watching as the human’s skin cracked. This one wouldn’t make it.

"Yes. I won't let them take you." He said more firmly than he meant to, as if slightly on guard now that someone would try to. Jen may not be as strong as someone who came straight from hell, but he would sure as hell try- even if it cost him his life.
Jen looked at Aeron curiously.
"No, that doesn't mean you were bad, you didn't have the right people around you is all- the important thing now though, is that you do. You didn't know" He said, though now wondered what these demons were like. Aeron was a hellhound, but he imagined demons were different. Apparently, Jen had been informed that Nathaniel was a demon and he had seemed less than….pleasant. But Aeron wasn't like that, which was curious. If they taught the new kids this new way of life, then that meant they could all change- though, Jen also knew that would be impossible.
When Aeron came to sit in his lap, Jen let go of the tension in his body.

"I'm very mad," Jen nearly whispered, but his face didn't show any anger, more sadness to it than anything else. "Because someone hurt you. This is not okay Aeron. Don't ever think that someone hurting you is okay. If someone ever hurts you again, you have to stand up for yourself and fight back, okay? Promise me that." Jen knew he wouldn't always be there for Aeron, there would be certain situations they would not be able to avoid when he grew older. For now, Jen would shield Aeron from anything that came his way, but he also needed to establish this principle in Aeron to protect himself and not be afraid to fight against anyone who had ill intentions toward him.

Eventually, Jen did seem to calm down, the small pup in front of him having a lot to do with that. He laughed at the 'brother' part- which Jen assumed was Artemy. If Artemy had been awake he would have been overjoyed that Aeron had called him a brother.

Jen laughed at Aeron and how he talked about him not taking a liking to his fighting skills.
"It's not that I don't like it- I think it can be a very good thing to help you defend yourself against others, just…don't make that you're whole life, you know?" Jen talked casually. "Find other things you like to do. Now that you're here, I can teach you a lot of things and maybe you'll like some of them"

Once in the bathroom, Jen braced himself. Now that he knew Aeron had a wound underneath the clothes, he wasn't sure what more he would find. He would also have to be extra gentle with Aeron and around anything that they had done to him.
Jen moved around to prepare everything. He had already thought ahead when he had gone out, buying a few things for Aeron when he went to pick Artemy's things up.
Because this was all still new to Aeron, he had brought the most gentle soaps he could find- okay, so maybe he had bought ones that were for smaller kids, but it would still work. Having everything he needed Jen turned to Aeron.
"Okay, do you need help removing your clothes, or can you do it by yourself?" He asked.

---

Jake gave Alaska an apologetic grin.
"I'm sure had it been anyone else, they would have loved this. It wouldn't have been too early, it's what you do in a relationship" Jake said, falling back on the bed in a dramatic manner, arms spread a little as he stared at the ceiling.

Alaska's words just made him feel more tired. I mean, what was he supposed to say to that? His father had done the same to him, calling him nasty names as a kid and nearly beating him to death on some days- but, what did it matter? Who cared about what they thought? They were all assholes anyways. Maybe had Jake's mother been around, his mother's words would have cut deep too, but he doubted it. She had been caring when he was a kid, but hadn't had the guts to stick around for her family- or at the very least take her kids with her. Jake loved his mother, but at the same time hated her with a seething passion, just as equally as he did his father. They were both pieces of shit in his mind.

Jake knew everyone was different, especially him, he was drastically different than anyone else, his mentality being a key indicator of that. Jake firmly believed in isolating yourself when your emotions got the best of you. Part of this mentality came from bothering others with your problems. He had been taught not to do that and to handle everything himself. So when he saw someone clearly in distress it made him cringe away. It's not that he wanted to be like this, he just couldn't help avoiding people like that, because it would also screw with his own emotions.

"I'm sure all your friends think you're worth it. I don't think you're half bad either, I'm just….a little different when it comes to affection. So it's not that you did anything wrong, it's more of a me problem if I'm being honest" He gave a stupid smile to the other.
Jake let out a laugh at Alaska's 'I believe you can be loved.' line. Jake saw it as a joke and would for a long time, he couldn't take such soft words seriously.
"Breaking walls, being persistent, what? Don't tell me you want to date me" Jake snickered. He knew Alaska liked him to some level, but it was just superficial infatuation in Jake's mind. He had dealt with people like that before.

He watched as Alaska struggled to soothe himself, his sharp fangs visible at this point. Jake hummed at the sight.

"I don't doubt myself Alaska, it's more of a fact than an opinion." He placed his hands on his stomach, letting out a satisfied breath. He was very set in this way of thinking and no one would change his mind. Jake didn't really care if he was seen as worthless in other people's eyes or even if they thought him to be the worst of the worst, that didn't matter to him. He knew what he wanted, and that's all he had his eyes on. No one would get in the way of that. He was close. So close.
Jake seemed to be very fidgety at this moment, sitting back up, his hands now supporting him as his legs were stretched, his shoulders tense.
"So then what makes you think you can keep me?" He teased, an amused smile on his face now. Jake didn't say anything to Alaska's last words- he didn't want to open his mouth and make things worse.
He eyed Alaska when they came closer, looking for another hug. Jake gave him a suspicious look before reluctantly giving in and hugging the guy.
"U-uhm…there, there?" He questioned as he patted Alaska's back softly. Jake didn't understand why he attracted these sorts of people. He was anything but an ideal partner. Maybe Alaska was so screwed that he thought Jake to be the best option.

"You're such a crybaby, Patches" Jake muttered softly as he leaned all the way into Alaska, giving him the type of hug he had only ever given to Marcus. It was the type of hug that left him vulnerable, hugging him a little tighter than the first one. Jake mushed his face to Alaska's chest, feeling a little embarrassed again. Torture. This was torture, and yet Jake found it was the only torture he didn't exactly hate.

Aeron sat in Jen’s lap, hugging his father closely. “I didn’t know, Dad. You’re right. They were bad.” Demons were rough. Worse than hellhounds. They did nothing but fight and abuse those below them. They kept a close eye on the hellhounds, orchestrating training with the alphas. Demons weren’t pleasant to be around, always scaring Aeron when he was young. Nathaniel was the king of hell, always poking his nose where it didn’t belong. Aeron met him briefly, scaring the shit out of the young hound. It was worse than any other demon, his presence grueling and words sharp. Aeron had been, and always would be, an exception. His father’s cruelty never imprinted on the pup, making him defective. He never understood it himself, but didn’t linger on the thought. Aeron thought it would come with time, and he would be the hellhound everyone wanted him to be.

Aeron squeaked, shaking his head. He reached up, pressing a hand on Jen’s cheek. “No, no, Dad. Please don’t be mad. I’m with you now! You don’t have to be mad.” He whined. He flinched at any anger. His father’s anger imprinted in his mind. So, at the thought of Jen possibly snapping, he worried. He lowered his head, looking down at Jen’s chest. “It’s not? I thought it was normal…” He trailed off. “I will stand up for myself. I promise. I won’t let anyone hurt me and get away with it.” Aeron laid his head on Jen’s chest. He hoped Jen would be there every step of the way, but knew he’d have to be on his own, eventually. If Jen stayed at Blackwood, then he could have his wish, but if Jen wished to depart — he wouldn’t get his wish. So, the young hound would hold on to every moment he and Jen had together. Every moment he and Artemy had together. One day, he’d cherish these memories.

The hound shifted, stretching his legs. His energy came back to him, his movements bouncier. “I won’t make it my whole life, I swear!” He giggled. “You can teach me more! I want to know more! I enjoy learning more and more things.” He stood with Jen, bouncing up and down. He was excited. Once he and Jen were in the bathroom, Aeron watched Jen run around in a frenzy. Was bath time really this time-consuming? He didn’t think it was that important. Once Jen regarded him, he looked up at the man. He nodded his head, smiling. “I can remove my own clothes. It’s easy.” He pulled off his shirt, ripping it over his head. Though, once it was off, the extent of injuries could be seen. Many scars populated his chest and abdomen — even then, there were many on his back. The sensitive ones were a deep red, close to completely healing. Aeron thought little of the claw marks, only focused on removing his other pieces of clothing. He had been used to the grueling scars, each one a token of survival. At least it was how he looked upon them.

---

Alaska quietly sobbed to himself, catching his breath every so often. Jake’s words were not helping him, his body growing cold and numb with each second. “No, Jake, we’re not even in a relationship. You didn’t ask and I — well, I’m too much of a coward to ask. It was too early.” He paused, letting the cool air brush against his arms. “I got ahead of myself. I was too excited to even think.” A mixture of black and white hair fell in his face, obscuring his blue eyes. He sniffled, wiping his eyes. A few stray tears rolled down his cheeks, but it didn’t matter. Alaska had to forget about his mother’s words. What were they to him? Nothing. They were nothing now. He needed to remember his father’s kindness, and how he’d try to teach Alaska parts of his culture. His mother had been a bitch, ripping him away from his father’s grave, not letting him mourn. As an 8-year-old, he couldn’t comprehend his mother’s grief — how it made her nasty and made her view him as a reminder. A reminder worth forgetting. It only got worse as he grew to be like his father. 

Alaska finally gained the courage to look back at Jake, the fangs receding. He didn’t naturally have them but could will them to appear anytime. He had hated being a werewolf, finding peace within himself once Eris taught him what it meant to be a werewolf. Alaska had been taught to wear his emotions, his wolf coming with that. Guilt rose in his stomach, feeling terrible he unleashed his raw emotions on Jake. But he couldn’t turn back time. “Maybe they do, maybe they don’t. That’s not what I care about, Jake. I want someone of my own. I want someone to be more than a friend, someone to soothe my pains with more than a pat on the back.” He looked down at Jake, a soft smile crossing his lips despite his melancholy. “Someone who doesn’t mind I’m a werewolf. Someone who will risk turning into one themselves. I would be careful, but there is always a chance.” He giggled to calm the situation, still staring at Jake. “I see that, but I don’t care. I don’t care if you suck at affection. I don’t care if you’re the worst person in the world. I can’t read red flags, my colorblindness won’t let me.” Another giggled from him, along with a sad smile. “You know, I want to date you. I was super excited about our date tomorrow—then you magically appeared at my door. I got too nervous, each movement sparking excitement.” Alaska shook his head, a blush returning to his cheeks. Spewing his emotions embarrassed him. 

Alaska unfurled himself, setting his legs free. “It may be a fact to you, but I only see a bullshit opinion that is worth less than a used wad of gum.” He would be persistent in changing Jake’s perception of himself. No matter what, he’d get the guy. “Because you seem easy to keep once you fall. Something about you just — gives me the impression.” He needed affection, reaching out to Jake. When he felt Jake’s arms around him, he sunk into Jake. His body relaxed against the other. “I’m not a crybaby.” He paused. Patches. Oh, that set him off. Alaska’s face grew red, his body shaking. “Oh, uh, I don’t like my patches — I just - uh - maybe Patches isn’t the best nickname…” Although it still had him smiling like an idiot. “I like you a lot, Jake. If I could give you a cute nickname, I would — but Cheshire will have to do.” He laid his head on top of Jake’s.

Jen gave Aeron a playful smile when he placed his hand on his cheek.

"You're right- what am I thinking??" He chuckled softly. "Look," Jen gave Aeron a bright smile. "See? Anger gone." He said, going to place a hand softly over Aeron's chest, not adding any pressure, just keeping it there so he could feel his hand.
"No, it's not normal. This part of your body is very important. Every part of you is important, but here is where we store our love for others, so it makes me sad when someone damages it. It's where your heart is, so that's why it's important" Jen spoke softly, moving his hand away soon after. "Good, good, I love to hear that. I'll cry if something happens to you" Jen said in a light-hearted manner, but this would be a hard fact, especially over the course of Jen taking care of Aeron.

When Aeron pulled his shirt off, Jen stood there, a look of horror yet worry on his face as tears pooled in his eyes. So much for bracing himself. He took a step closer to Aeron, gently turning him to see if there were any on his back- and surely enough there were. He closed his eyes tightly. This was a bad dream, this was a bad dream, this was-

He opened his eyes again and turned Aeron back around.
"Okay so, shower." Jen reached past him and turned the faucet on, pulling the switch for it to run through the sprinkler up top.
"I'll do my best to not hurt you, okay? If anything starts to make you uncomfortable, I'll stop immediately." Jen promised Aeron. He hadn't realized it, but tears slipped down Jen's face as he ushered Aeron into the tub. He could suppress his emotions all he wanted, but his body would always be honest with him.

As time went on, Jen started with Aeron's body to get that out of the way, working on the front of him first then moving to the back. Jen went over certain scars that didn't look too bad, being a little more wary of the ones that still looked more tender. For those, he used his hand, slowly rubbing them to get them cleaned as well, not using the roughness of the sponge. He let the water run over his body to get the puffy soap foam off him.

After a while he instructed Aeron to sit on the edge of the tub and started shampooing his hair, sort of massaging his head as he did so. It seemed like Jen knew exactly what to do, having prior experience with Artemy. Rinsing off his hair, Jen grabbed a fresh towel and wrapped Aeron in it, adjusting it over his shoulders. He grabbed a separate one and scrunched his hair in the towel, trying to get all the water out. This took a while since Aeron's hair was very thick.
Jen helped Aeron out of the tub, dabbing Aeron's chest and back with the towel he had around him, making sure not to press too hard. Once Aeron was completely dried off, Jen looked him over, some of the scars much more visible from the warm water.
"We're done, but…" Jen trailed off. "I'm going to wrap those scars okay? I'll put little soft paddings on them in case you bump into anything- hopefully, that'll serve as a bit of protection" Jen said rummaging through a bag he had brought in before hands, taking out the gauze wraps and extra gauze pads. He faced Aeron again and handed one of them to him so he could feel the texture, in case he was afraid of what was happening.
"Sound good?" He asked.

---

"That's true," Jake said rather bluntly at Alaska saying they weren't in a relationship.

Alaska's words felt like an apology, and Jake's eyes softened at that. Usually, no one apologized to him after doing such things to him, especially not the ones that took it way too far. Jake had learned to not need apologies from anyone as he himself didn't like apologizing. He didn't apologize because he thought himself to get away with everything, but more so, that it felt like cheap words coming from him, instead, he liked showing it in actions, as they said more than words ever could.

Jake hummed at Alaska's words, as if not sure to believe him. "Too excited to even think." Part of that concerned Jake a little, but more than anything, it did seem to flatter him a lot. He pressed a hand to his face and rubbed his cheek as if to try and get rid of the redness that crept up on it.

"Yeah, alright…" Jake muttered a second later.

To be honest Jake thought the fangs to be quite attractive, he didn't mind them at all, he actually wanted to see them up close, but thought it was better if he didn't ask such things of Alaska. So he sat there listening to him talk.
"I want someone to be more than a friend." A shiver ran up his spine at those words. He dared to look Alaska in the eyes. He didn't mind that Alaska was a werewolf, he didn't mind others who weren't fully human, if anything, he was quite indifferent to it.
Jake sat up properly, chipping at the black nail polish as Alaska talked. He stared at Alaska as his hand worked to take the polish off one of the fingers.

"Well I mean, considering you want affection and I'm terrible at it- I would say that's pretty important don't you think?" Jake asked before hearing the rest. When Alaska said the last part, Jake's face flushed red. "Fucking gross, you're so cheesy," He said now looking the other way to hide his face as he said that. Jake could say all he wanted, but sappy words really did affect him a lot- in a positive way more often than not.
Jake seemed to tense even more as Alaska kept going- the guy really wasn't giving him a break to cool down after every stupid thing that came out of his mouth.
"Could you be any more of an idiot…" Jake grumbled when Alaska told him about wanting to date him. Jake did well with flirting, but when people were genuine and soft with him, he struggled a lot. The so-called "date" hadn't really been seen as a date to Jake, even though that's exactly what it was. He had just wanted to go out and drink with the guy, get to know him a little more without the expectation of it being something more.

"Mmmnnn…." Jake let out a soft embarrassed sound at Alaska's gushing over the date and how excited he had been to see him when he had shown up a few minutes ago. He tilted his head slightly, looking at Alaska from the corner of his eyes now, the warm blush spreading. Yeah, this guy was bad news. He'd kill Jake.
Jake's eyes widened a little suddenly. Easy to keep?! What the hell was that supposed to mean?! He shot Alaska a slight glare, but everything about Jake's reaction told Alaska that he had hit the nail on the head. Once Jake was in deep, it was impossible to get him back out. It was the type of person he was. Although it may not seem like it, he took relationships seriously when someone wanted to be more than just friends or fuck buddies.

Once Alaska wrapped his arms around Jake, he also seemed to let his guard down just a little. His eyes drooped once more at Alaska's action.
"You are a crybaby." Jake pressed, though, he didn't mean it in a malicious way. At Alaska saying he didn't like the name Patches, Jake snickered. Oh, he was definitely keeping that nickname now.
"I don't know, I think it's cute," Jake said pulling away and cupping Alaska's face with his hands, rubbing his thumb over Alaska's cheek as he looked him over.

“I like you a lot, Jake."

Jake pressed his lips into a thin line almost, his eyes looking a little sad. Loving him was a death sentence it felt like but Alaska seemed hell-bent on telling him that he wanted him.

At the nickname Cheshire Jake scoffed, leaning more into Alaska to the point where he toppled to the other over onto the bed again.
"Curious name." He commented. "Anyways, you want hugs or whatever, you can have it, just let me rest for a little, I can't." Jake spoke as he lay on top of Alaska. Although Jake wasn't too much into affection like this, he didn't mind it if it happened this once. He would stay with Alaska for a few more minutes before he had to leave. Jake didn't dare sleep in the same bed as Alaska, knowing he could probably hurt him. He'd rather not show that sight to him. It's not that he was ashamed of it, but he just rather not put that burden on someone else.

Aeron smiled, giving Jen a quick hug before standing up. While on their walk to the bathroom, he tried to understand what Jen had said to him. He touched his chest, directly over his heart. “My love for you comes from here? And people can damage it? But how when it is under my skin? Though I don’t want you to be sad, Dad. I’ll protect it.” A smile crossed his lips, leaning on Jen as he took him to the bathroom. The bathroom would be in the room he and Artemy would share. It was a small door by the bed Aeron had slept in. Aeron passed a glance at Artemy, bouncing on his toes. He couldn’t wait until his brother woke up, but for now, he supposed Jen wanted him to sleep. He wondered if his brother had friends and if he could meet them. Probably not, but Aeron was an optimistic kid. However, Jen ushered him into the bathroom, all thoughts about Artemy dissipating. He supposed he’d find out later.

Aeron pulled his shirt off, throwing it on the floor. The boy had so many scars on his body, too many for a 10-year-old. He didn’t mind them, seeing them as a token of survival and pride. He looked up at Jen, smiling — but his smile drooped once, seeing Jen’s horror. “Dad?” He reached up to touch Jen’s face. The tears pooling in his eyes scared Aeron. What did he do wrong? But before he could ask questions, Jen had turned him around to peer at his back. “D - Dad?” He whimpered, uncertainty growing in his voice. “Dad, what’s wrong?” His body shook, and he clutched his chest, trying to not double over. Aeron turned to watch the shower spark in life, his body flinching. When Jules had run the bath, the giant faucet had spurted out water, filling the tub. But now it sprinkled down like the rain they had last week. “Okay — I know you would never hurt me. I’ll tell you if anything hurts.” Although he hesitated, Aeron stepped into the shower, shocked by the water pelting down on him. 

Aeron didn’t like the coarse sponge running over his body. He wrinkled his nose, the strange plant-like smell waging war on his nostrils. He sneezed as bubbles from the foamy soap wafted into the air. Most of the scars on his body didn’t bother him, but the gross, red ones were heavily sensitive. Even when Jen rubbed over the tender scars with his hand, he whined. He tried to stay strong, knowing the scars needed to be cleaned, but couldn’t help as a few whimpers tumbled out of his mouth. He basked in the water as it ran over his body, glad the yucky soap slipped down the drain. Once instructed, Aeron sat on the edge of the tub, kicking his leg. As Jen slathered the soap in his greasy hair, a purr came from his chest. The massaging had him leaning into Jen, sending sparks of tingles through the hound’s body. Once his hair had been rinsed, he shook his head, his hair fluffing up. He let out a huff of irritation as Jen scrunched up his hair in the new towel, trying to be patient. Once out of the tub, he let Jen dab his body dry, his stomach growling again. He frowned, looking up at Jen, who presented gauze to him. Aeron reached out, holding the gauze, and playing with it. “Okay, you can do it. Just make it quick.” He smiled.

---

Alaska had calmed down, his cheeks and nose red from crying. Sure, they weren’t in a relationship, but he would treat him like they were regardless. Jake needed some love. Someone to show him the bright side of life. He wanted to be that someone. His words — his apology — were so he didn’t lose Jake. If he could do better, fix his mistakes, he would. He sincerely wanted to show Jake kindness and love. Alaska watched Jake, smiling as he rubbed his cheek. Somehow, he kept making the man blush.

Alaska pushed his lip out with his tongue. He hated everything about being a werewolf. Sometimes it was a pain. He had to chain himself up full moons, making sure he didn’t kill anyone. The changing process during a full moon was painful, making him howl for hours on end. Sometimes, his fang would come out — even if he didn’t will them. Under the exertion of powerful emotion, his claws and fangs protruded, giving him wolfish features. Alaska thought himself a monster, though apparently, Jake didn’t see it. He watched the other chip away at his nail polish, making him look at his own painted nails. He gnawed on them when nervous, sometimes. There was a small slit under his nail bed, hiding his werewolf nails. When he bit down, the claws would slide out. Alaska played with his fingers, pressing down by his cuticles. Black claws slid out, retracting as he let go. “No. I don’t care, Jake. I want to give affection, not the other way around. If you let me give you affection, I’ll be happy. Nothing more, nothing less.” He swallowed harshly.

A slight smile appeared on his face, eyes trained on Jake. “I may be cheesy, but you are redder than a tomato. I’d say it worked.” He leaned closer to grab Jake’s face, turning it to look at him. “You are pretty when you blush. I want to see.” He brushed his thumb over Jake’s red cheek, grinning like a fool. “I can be more of an idiot if it’s as your idiot.” Alaska didn’t know if he’d pushed Jake’s buttons, but it was worth a try. He would use every second trying to get Jake in his arms. If he failed today, he’d try again tomorrow. “You want to deny that you set up a date between up, but I will not let you. I will warn you, I am a lightweight.” One fear did twist and turn in Alaska’s stomach. What if he accidentally bit or scratched Jake? He would never stop blaming himself. Alaska shook his head, staring Jake in the eyes. “You’ll be okay. You’re not going to die.” He giggled, noticing Jake’s reactions. This would be easy once he cracked him. He didn’t do it to be malicious, no. He did it because he wanted to take care of Jake. Heal what was devoid of love.

Alaska wrapped his arms around Jake, pulling him close. “Maybe I am. But I can’t help I’m vulnerable to people I have my eyes on. Transparency is everything.” He murmured, a blush coming to his face. Cute? His patches were cute? No one ever thought that — or maybe he thought lowly of himself. Once Jake cupped his face, he practically melted. He leaned into Jake’s hands, a warm, deep blush spreading across his face. He didn’t care if it was a death sentence, he wanted it. As Jake leaned into him, Alaska toppled over under Jake’s weight. He allowed himself to crash on the bed, trapping the man. He wrapped his arm around Jake, pressing his face into the other’s chest. Sure, it might not last long, so he drank in the moment. He savored everything he could, making sure he remembered Jake’s scent, his soft hair, and silver cat-like eyes.

"Some people are very very bad and will always find a way to hurt you, even if your heart is protected" Jen spoke, not wanting to get too into it for fear that he might scare Aeron. That was never his intention with anything he said.

Jen looked over the boy, examining him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just….really sad to see you have so many scars on your body. No one your age should have so many of these. I wish your parents had taken better care of you, you don't deserve this" Jen said, looking at the scared look on Aeron's face. "It's okay, you'll soon come to find out that I'm a little sensitive when it comes to these things. Your childhood shouldn't have been filled with pain" He said watching Aeron's moves and expressions to assess whether he should continue or not.

Jen took his sweet time showering Aeron, being as gentle as he could. He wouldn't rush anything, stopping for moments at a time when Aeron expressed discomfort when he cleaned certain scars on his body. He kept asking if Aeron was okay to continue and paused when it got to be too much for the hellhound again. This went on for a while but Jen didn't mind. He liked cleanliness and making sure everything was in order. He would thoroughly shower Aeron even if it took an hour to do so.

A smile spread on Jen's face as Aeron leaned into his hands when he worked the shampoo into his hair. Jen worked on his hair a little more than he should have, letting Aeron enjoy it before it was time to rinse off.

Jen caught onto Aeron's irritation and seemed highly amused by it. Since this was all new, Jen could only imagine how dumb everything seemed to the boy.
"We're almost done, we're almost done" Jen hummed, now going to place the pads of gauze over the sensitive areas and wrapping as he went.

After a while Jen successfully got all the major areas covered that were bothering Aeron the most.
"There, now we just get you changed, I brought some of Artemy's clothes from his room, I'll see if I can find something small for you, though, they'll probably still be too big…" Jen said, now leading Aeron out of the bathroom.
"We get you changed, then you can eat a bit more since you seem hungry again- you really didn't eat that much" Jen commented as he walked into the room where Artemy was sleeping in an uncomfortable position. Jen shook his head at the sight. He walked over to a duffle bag and sorted through some things, taking out a shirt and some pants.

He went back to Aeron and opened the fluffy knitted sweater, showing him the dinosaurs on it before helping him into it. The sweater looked a bit oversized on Aeron, but it would have to do for now. There were small dinosaurs designed on the sweater, only one of them being colored messily with green. Next was the warm cashmere patchwork pants, also a green color, it had an elastic part around the waist that would shrink in on itself depending on how thin the person was, though, it still seemed like it was loose on Aeron, but not terribly so. As a finishing touch, Jen tucked part of the sweatshirt into the pants, so it wouldn't get caught and potentially rip when Aeron got rowdy- if Aeron got rowdy.
"There. How does that feel?" Jen asked, wondering if he should change anything, though, more than anything if Aeron didn't like it then they could absolutely change him. Jen's only goal had been to put him in something comfortable for the time being because of the scars.

---

Jake watched Alaska's actions carefully, his attention being caught by Alaska's claws as they slid out. They worked almost like a cat's nails would and Jake's interest was piqued. Even though this was the case Jake didn't move to investigate further, curiosity would not be the death of him.

Alaska's words felt foreign to him, that it almost confused him. Wanted to give him affection? Him?

"That's kinda one-sided, don't you think?" Jake said lowly. Relationships worked both ways, it wasn't just a one-way street. Obviously Jake would reciprocate if they ever became a thing, but he was simply challenging Alaska right now, wondering why he was so willing to do anything to win him over. He couldn't possibly be in love. Didn't those things take time or was love at first sight a thing? Jake didn't seem to think so but it had happened with Jen's adopted parents…

Jake nearly hissed when Alaska grabbed his face to turn him to face him. His teeth were gritted as Alaska squished his cheeks with his hand, the temperature on his face warm. Jake's eyes were in a sharp glare as he stared Alaska in the eyes. Even though it looked like Jake wanted to murder Alaska at this very second, the action made his heart beat a little faster, the redness on his face not leaving. He grabbed Alaska's hand and pulled it away after a second.

"Give me a break." Jake snapped, though his voice was shaky from how flustered he was. "You’re not going to die.” He scoffed at that, seeming annoyed now, but it was something he did to not reveal the way he actual felt.
"Yeah, says you." Jake said rolling his eyes, a smile spreading on his face. "A virgin and a lightweight. What have you been doing this entire time?? Avoiding sin?" Jake questioned. "At least you've had alcohol but still…" He said, eyeing the other.

"I guess it's not a bad thing. Certain people in my life kept telling me it was an okay thing to do" He spoke, talking about Jen, but not saying so.

Once on top of Alaska, Jake slowly blinked, something he did when he really couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. He desperately needed a nap. Jake smelled faintly of cigarettes and leather, but the scent that overpowered this just barely was a warm sweet yet spicy incense, though not strong at all, mellow at most. The scent was unique to Jake because he loved burning a specific type of incense- well, two, depending on what mood he was in- sometimes they mixed together to create something else entirely. But it clung onto his clothes and everything he had brought over from his room back at home. The smells helped him relax on days when the stress threatened to snap him.

While Aeron hadn’t been a huge fan of the shower, he put up with it for Jen’s sake. The man seemed to love taking care of him, and Aeron didn’t mind all the attention. He never got attention like this back in hell, so why stop now? Although he loved getting his hair washed. It was the best thing ever. He loved how Jen slogged his fingers through his scalp; the shampoo growing into a big puff ball. Aeron loved his new dad, leaning against him to soak up the affection. The only part of shower time he hated was when Jen went over his sensitive scars. He had freaked out, letting out howls of pain. He had only let Jen's work in intervals, too scared to continue after each touch. A few of the scars looked sickly, but he wouldn’t let Jen examine them thoroughly. Once rinsed and padded dry, he let Jen look at the tender scars. They did not look well, almost swollen and a cherry red. “It hurts — it really, really hurts!” Aeron sniffled, watching Jen place gauze pads over the wounds and tape them to his skip.

The cold air moved around his body, making him shiver. “Hurry.” He whimpered, crossing his arms over himself. “So — I’m going to be wearing brother’s clothes?” He looked down at himself. A few of his bones were starting to show, making the hound frown at how thin he’d become. Surely it hadn’t been that bad — he didn’t feel starved. “I want more food. I don’t think my body is very happy with me.” His face twisted in uncertainty. Hellhounds were resilient creatures. They could stay alive longer than the average human. They could ignore hunger and thirst until it became too painful. Aeron investigated the sweater, looking at the strange pattern. “What are those?” He had never seen a dinosaur before. He put his arms up as Jen slid the knitted sweater over his torso. It hung off his frame, and the hound frowned. Definitely worse. The texture bewildered him. At first, it was scratchy, irritating his skin, but over time, it improved. Aeron didn’t mind it. Next came the pants, and he stepped into them. Even with the string tied, they were still loose on him. 

As Jen tucked the sweater in, Aeron became discontent about how everything hung off of him. “Why don’t any of my clothes fit, but yours do?” A whine came from him, uncertainty in his amber eyes. “It feels alright. A bit heavy, but soft. It feels weird to not be in my gear.” He mumbled. He didn’t mind the outfit at all. “But I’m hungry! My stomach is demanding food. It won’t stop snarling at me.” He bounded over to Jen, hugging his father. “I’m scared you will leave me and never come back.” He whimpered, tears gathering in his eyes. “Everyone does at one point.” His stomach turned, sharp pains making him cry out. “It hurts.” He buried his head into Jen’s chest. “Never stop loving me, either. I don’t care if you treat me like I’m small. I just want your love.” He rattled off, his mind preoccupied with many thoughts.

---

Alaska pursed his lips, thinking about what Jake had to say. Sure, he had thought about it, but he was desperate for love. “Maybe — but I am desperate, Jake. Everything has ended in rejection. What am I to do? Sure, I could stay single my entire life, but I couldn’t pass up a chance. Especially since I have a strong crush. I’ve never felt this infatuated with anyone before.” He played with his claws further, pushing on the joints of his finger, willing the claws to appear. He wasn’t a skittish werewolf, so if Jake wanted to try, he wouldn’t be opposed. “Listen, I will accept you for everything you are. It doesn’t matter to me.” He could have cared less if Jake was either a mass murderer or pure. If he was here, he could reform. Alaska believed in it, and maybe by Jake’s side, he could convince him. Maybe he could change his rugged thinking. Maybe he could finally have someone who wouldn’t hurt him.

But when Jake pulled his hand away, Alaska frowned, losing hope. Or maybe not. He had seen the blush, heard his heart quicken, and noticed the defensive actions. However, the hiss had been off-putting. “B - but it’s true.” He pulled back, biting the inside of his lower lip. Jake’s voice had shaken from Alaska, flustering him, so maybe all hope wasn’t lost. Jake was a tough cookie. And the cheeky smile came back. “First, I haven’t had a relationship go far enough. And I don’t actively seek out sexual partners, either. Second, I don’t have time to drink. Bane rarely lets me slip away. I can only drink on special occasions. And I prefer it that way — tho getting a drink with friends, I don’t mind.” He huffed. Alaska didn’t like being berated by an idiot with snake bites. “I’ve been working. How about you?” He retorted. “At least I have a steady job.” A smile came to the werewolf’s face. Oh, he knew what he was doing. “However, if it offends you so much, you could show me how to have fun sometime.” Alaska stuck his tongue out between his fangs, looking at Jake with siren eyes.

Once Jake fell on Alaska, he wrapped his arms around Jake. He played with the other’s soft hair, admiring his face. The poor man was tired. “Go ahead, fall asleep. If I feel threatened, I either have my amazing strength or my heavy-duty reinforced chains to hold you down.” He meant it was a joke, but part of him felt it might be necessary. If Jake had such a broken mindset, he could only think about Jax and his sleeping issues. The werewolf took in Jake’s scent. It was odd, but Jake seemed like the guy to smoke. Either way, Alaska watched him, making sure no harm came to either person.

"I know, I know-" Jen gritted his teeth as he worked on Aeron to put the gauze in place. He was going as fast as he could so he didn't have to hurt Aeron more than what was necessary. "These scars are really nasty, so they're going to be tender for a while, but I'll take care of them. Later I'll go out and buy some cream, see what I can find to help with the pain and irritation" He said, turning Aeron around and wiping his nose with a tissue as he sniffled.
"I'm so sorry, but I need to take care of you," Jen said, determined.
Jen wondered if Aeron had ever experienced the cold and how drastic it was from hell. Unless hell wasn't the firey pit he had been told of.

"Rushing, rushing!" Jen sang a little as he quickly dressed Aeron. "Yes, you'll be wearing Artemy's clothes for now until I get you something that fits. I don't really know what size you would be so you're going to have to try some clothes on when we go out." He looked at how Aeron's body was so thin. It was hard for Jen to keep his composure when seeing a child be treated like this.
"I'll serve you some soup when we're finished here okay?" He said, pausing when Aeron asked the question. Oh. That's right. Aeron wouldn't know what those creatures were.
"Uhm…those are dinosaurs. They're really really large animals that used to live on here on Earth a long time ago. If you go to a museum you can see their bones on display, maybe one day I can take you to see them" Jen smiled.

Jen had also seen how the clothes had hung off of Aeron. It partially had to do with it being Artemy's clothes being too big for the kid, but the other part was heavily dependent on how Aeron was all skin and bones basically.

"Well, Artemy's clothes are bigger than what you were wearing, so they don't look so great, but it's also because you haven't been eating properly. Once you start getting back to a healthy weight, they'll fit you better." He placed his hand on Aeron's wet hair in a pat before pulling away. At Aeron's crying, Jen's eyes saddened. His words cut very deep and Jen knew he would never get used to hearing a kid say that. It was so unnatural for someone so small to cry out like this and plead with another to love them.
"I'm not leaving, I won't leave." He reassured Aeron, enveloping him in a hug when he pressed close. "I won't stop loving you either, I promise." Jen didn't know what would calm Aeron down, it felt like one second he was okay, then the next second he was shattering.

Jen reached into the collar of his shirt, taking out a small crystal heart that looked like wires in the middle held it. The rough-looking crystal had been given to Jen by Blake a long time ago and Jen had shaped it into a heart when it had cracked, doing his best to create something out of it and not have the sad small pieces of crystals in a baggie forever. Unfortunately, he had to throw away the smaller ones, only holding on to the large piece that remained. He had smoothed it out, only the outer parts of the heart looking like a raw crystal, small bumps lining it. Overall it looked very beat up as he had worn it every single day.
He took it off after a moment of hesitation and placed it over Aeron's head and around his neck.

"Here. This is my promise to you that I'll never leave you or stop loving you. This means a lot to me, so please don't lose it." He smiled sadly, swallowing a lump in his throat as he gave away a piece of the last thing he had from one of his friends, it being around Aeron's neck now. He tore his eyes away from it and turned to Artemy, gently shaking him awake.
"Hey, I made dinner, it's time to eat, Aeron's hungry" Jen patted Artemy's back, the teen getting up with a groan, stretching as his back felt sore from sleeping in that position.

---

He was desperate. Jake looked at Alaska curiously, wondering why someone would be so desperate to receive love from another person. He supposed it was human nature, but Jake hadn't felt it. Not in the last three years, there was just….empty.

Jake hadn't replied to Alaska when he said that, unsure of what to say. Though, at the next part a huge grin appeared on his face.
"Did I offend you?" He teased. "You're missing out on so many things that make life worth living for," Jake said, a tired look on his face as he smiled. As soon as Alaska fired back with his own words, Jake gave him a dirty look.
"Bold of you to assume I don't have a steady job" Jake scoffed. "I work plenty." He said, looking away now. So maybe he didn't have a set job right now, but he got by just fine with the place he involved himself in from time to time. It paid well and he found he only really needed to visit it every two weeks or so.

"Fine. I'll teach you, just don't beg for me to stop when you can't take it anymore" He licked his lips, a sadistic smile crossing his face momentarily before it disappeared. He was of course talking about his skills in bed, he knew of ways to make Alaska squirm and it excited him greatly.

Jake gave a sweet laugh at Alaska's "fall sleep, it's alright" words of encouragement.
"Thank you, but I'm alright. I'll sleep when I get to my assigned room." He said, dismissing Alaska's words rather quickly. Jake would not sleep here, he had already decided. He was a stubborn man and once he made his mind up, there was no changing it.

Aeron didn’t like the sound of a cream going on his scars, but he didn’t have room to complain. If they were left to fester, the scars could become infected, getting Aeron sick. So, he just grumbled, whining as Jen wiped his nose with a tissue. If there was one thing he didn’t like - it was the constant nose-wiping. “I know.” He smiled, looking up at Jen. “I love you for it, Dad. Why doesn’t Artemy get the same attention I’ve been having? Am I just that sickly?” He didn’t understand what was going on, only that Jen had been solely focused on him. He could tell something was wrong by the way Jen frowned at him. Aeron’s scars, his weight - the treatment he had received with his biological parents had been abuse. Maybe some type of torment. The hound groaned in frustration, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. He had wanted to impress and earn the love of his father for years - now to realize it had been an unattainable goal. Heartbreaking.

As Jen fitted Aeron, he looked down at the large blobs on the sweater. They fascinated him, so he’d seen nothing like it. He hadn’t seen most of Earth’s animals anyway, so he’d believe they were still living. “Won’t Artemy want to wear his clothes? Are you sure he’s okay with this?” The questions fluttered around his head, passing a glance at the hunched-over teenager. Artemy was bigger than him - and had more fat. “Alright - I really like the soup. I wouldn’t mind more of it! I’m sure Artemy would love it too! It’s so nice and tangy. It fills me up well.” He giggled, looking up at Jen. Aeron had nothing like it. His diet mainly comprised raw, bloody meat. While it had been filling, he mainly got scraps. The food he ate in hell did nothing to fill his small body, meaning it had to resort to eating away at fat reserves. Everything the hound once knew had been a lie. He was glad to have Jen, his mental state growing unstable upon realizing how unnatural and cruel his old home was.

Dinosaurs. That’s what the giant creatures were called? He wondered what dinosaur stood for. It was odd compared to his species’ name. “A display of bones? We keep bones to chew on when in our wolf forms.” He bounced up on his toes, grinning wildly at Jen. “I want to see the bones! I want to see what the enormous animals looked like!” The big clothes bounced off of him, making his small size more apparent. Jen might as well be taking care of a 7-year-old. “Jules said my gear was made to fit me when I gain more weight. He said I’d be stronger and look bigger!” He shook his head, beads of water flying off his hair. However, his excitement didn’t stay. Once looking at his thin body, and dwelling on how his father had treated him compared to Jen. Aeron broke down. He sniffled, tears running down his face. He moved to cling to Jen, pressing his face into his chest. A whimper came from his throat. “I don’t want you to be like my old father. Ever. I don’t want to be abandoned again.” Aeron wrapped his arms around Jen. “I want all your love.” He whispered, calming down at Jen’s hug. Jen’s hugs soothed him, and he wouldn’t mind being wrapped in them 24/7. 

Aeron looked up at Jen, shying away as he looped the crystal necklace around his neck. He cupped his hands around the crystal, holding it up to his face. Small tears pooled in his eyes. His father wanted to give him something important to him. He pursed his lips, trying to hold back his tears. “But what if I lose it? You’ll be sad — and I don’t want you to be sad.” Aeron looked around the room, letting the fragile heart go. “I love you, Dad. I won’t lose your promise. That way, you’ll love me forever.” He pressed his face into Jen’s chest.

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Alaska wanted what his mother had refused to give him. Tender love and care. He’d try to seek it out in anyone, including Jake. He knew the man had to be affectionate, it would just take some time to uncover the love. Alaska huffed, keeping his eye contact with Jake. “Offend me? Oh, please. Never in a million years.” He giggled, a smug smile on his face. “And so are you, Jake.” Despite the other’s detached nature, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Jake’s cheek. He figured it would cause the least upset. He smiled, cupping Jake’s face. “I don’t think you do, dear, considering you’re here.” He stuck his tongue out slightly. “Beg you to stop? What makes you think I can’t take it? Hm, Cheshire?” Alaska knew he could take it. Not for his first time. But he bluffed in front of Jake. He wanted to appeal to Jake. As he wrapped his arms around Jake, he kissed him again. Just one last kiss. “You don’t have to. My bed is comfortable. But if really rather exchange warmth for a void, I won’t stop you.” He frowned. 

"Well, Artemy is asleep right now, but gets attention too." Jen stopped for a second. "But, it's not that you're sickly- maybe just a little, so you need more care until you get better. That doesn't mean my attention on you will stop once you get better, but right now you are my number one priority." Jen beamed. He didn't mind it at all, in fact, Jen was pretty happy to look after someone, he had always wanted kids.

"Artemy has more clothes, don't worry, I'm also sure he'd be more than happy to lend some of his things to you" Also passing a glance to the other sleeping.
"Great, cause you'll be having a lot of different things from now on- if you have anything you like more than the others be sure to tell me, so I can make a mental note," Jen said, blinking at Aeron's excitement about bones. He was…..going to have to get used to this- taking care of a child that wasn't exactly human, though, Jen wouldn't treat him as anything other than human. Still, maybe he should ask for more information on hellhounds, to make Aeron feel more welcomed- seen. "I'll take you one day then, when we're free" Jen promised. He was quite fond of all the hugging and if requested of him, he'd do it for Aeron whenever he wanted.
"I don't have any plans on being like your father don't worry, you're my child now, I'm not leaving you." He rubbed Aeron's back lightly so as to not disturb the wounds any more than he had to.

Jen thought about Aeron's words for a second.
"You know what? I won't be sad if you lose it, just try not to. If you do, I'll make you another one, a bit better than the one you have now" He smiled. "But also know that my promise stands no matter what happens. It's not dependent on that necklace, but it could serve as a small reminder that I'm there with you and always will be"

After Artemy finished stretching he turned to Jen and Aeron. His eyes lit up when they landed on the smaller boy.

"You're awake!" He looked Aeron over who was in his clothes now, his hair wet. A small laugh left him. "Those clothes are way too big for you, I'm a bit bigger than you so I'm surprised they even managed to stay on" He went over to Aeron, one side of his face redder than the other from laying on it. He circled Aeron curiously as he examined him.
"Alright, enough of that, it's time to go eat," Jen said grabbing Aeron and picking him up to take him to the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen, he placed Aeron down in one of the chairs while Artemy took the other. He grabbed a bowl for Artemty and served him some, placing it on the table in front of him. Jen took in a deep breath, feeling a little lightheaded now. He didn't know that getting hurt by a hellhound would cause him to bleed so much, feeling the stickiness on his back- the blood was not being able to coagulate to seal the wound due to the nature of the pup.

Jen went over to the bowl in front of Aeron and took it, filling it up again with soup and handing it back.
"Give me a second, I'll be right back- Artemy, watch him for me for a second," He said walking to the bathroom and locking the door.

---

Jake's eyes softened at the kiss on the cheek, huffing at Alaska slightly. His heart ached when Alaska cupped his face, his face burning slightly from the touch.
Jake really didn't want to. He didn't want to open his heart up to Alaska, it would be his downfall. He had purposely been distant the entire time they interacted for that sole reason. The fact that Jake hadn't left yet spoke volumes and Alaska's words made him consider it. Maybe it should be about time he left so he could get some sleep.
"What are you going on about? You're literally a virgin" Jake snickered at that. "If you take it well, even I'll be surprised" Jake grinned at the other.

As Jake was caught in another kiss, he pressed into Alaska, wanting more. It seemed almost like Jake didn't know what he wanted- or maybe he did and was debating if he should allow himself to have it. He wanted the affection, but at the same time wanted no part of it. He wanted to run away but stay here at the same time. He wanted it, he wanted it, he wanted it. But every time he tried to accept it and go for it, anxiety shocked his system- like ice water being dunked on him, snapping him back to reality.

Jake looked away at Alaska's words, a flash of hurt crossing his face at the harshness. But Jake had been harsh too, he deserved those words in a way.

"How cruel" Jake laughed at his words and the frown now on Alaska's face. "But you're right. I would rather exchange the warmth for the void" He said pulling away from Alaska. It was way too early to be showing this part of him to someone else. It was time to leave.

As the day came to an end, Alaska walked Jake back to his dorm across the way. He frowned, upset Jake decided to leave, but figured it was for the best. Maybe after their date, something would develop. He could only hope, but would never push it. He dragged himself back to his bed, flopping on the soft mattress. Maybe one day he’d have a happy ending. Closing his eyes, Alaska fell asleep. Perhaps tomorrow would be a better day. After dinner, Aeron sat by the door, waiting for Jen. Once he came back, the pup was ecstatic to see him. He jumped in the air, reaching out toward Jen. Being picked up by the man, Jen got him ready for bed. He tucked Aeron in, reading him a story until the pup fell asleep. Eventually, the hellhound did, smiling to himself.

---

Alaska searched his closet for a specific shirt. A date. He surprised himself by falling asleep the previous night. This night may turn into something. Eris had groaned at him, saying he was making a big deal over nothing. However, she had fixed his hair. It was a nice gesture. A grin came to his face as he pulled the shirt off its hanger. It was a black button-down. Alaska looked down at his chest. Patches. That was his nickname now. Patches. Eris found it hilarious when he told her — she claimed the guy was into him. He didn’t believe her. Alaska shook his head, slipping into the button-down. He buttoned each button carefully, stalling time. He was not ready. No, not at all. This would kill him. For bottoms, he chose dark-colored chino pants, adding his leather boots into the mix. Moving his hair out of his face, he stumbled to the mirror. He thought he looked great. Eris might not think so. Thankfully for him, she didn’t stick around during free time. Alaska smiled, his fangs having protracted. It annoyed him, but he couldn’t do much about it.

Walk out the door. It was easy. The bedroom door wasn’t a force keeping him locked inside, yet it was. Just open the door. Alaska gritted his teeth, moving toward his bedroom door. Get it over with. He gripped the handle, turning it slowly. The door creaked open as he peaked his head into the hallway. Nothing suspicious. He slipped out of the room, taking in a deep breath. Jake should be standing on the other side of the front door. He could do this. Nothing could hold him back from getting the guy. The front door and his nerves could — but that was beside the point. Alaska yanked open the front door, slipping into the hall. And there he was. Dark, somewhat tall, handsome. He didn’t think he could do this. “Hey, Jake. N - No — uhhh… Hi-” He smiled, butterflies fluttering up into his throat. Alaska could not express the extreme emotions he had.

---

Aeron laid on top of Jen, enjoying his afternoon nap. It had been a rough night for him. He had wandered into Jen’s room, upset by a nightmare plaguing his mind. All the hound wanted was a cuddle. Jen made Aeron feel safe, as if nothing could harm him. He squeezed his eyes shut, moving around in discomfort. A small whine came from his throat, his eyes fluttering open. Oh, they were in the dorm. Not in that forsaken place. He laid his head on Jen’s chest, thinking about the dream. He didn’t like the idea of sleep if these images fluttered around his mind. Eventually, he lifted his head up, slipping off the couch gently. Aeron stretch his back, a smile coming to his face. He bounded over to the kitchen, looking around for something to snack on. He didn’t even know what Jen had brought into this dorm. Jen had said something about shopping. Yeah, Aeron didn’t know anything about shopping, and he couldn't care less. Even though the kitchen was small, it didn’t stop him. He hopped onto the counter, reaching up to look through the cabinets. Nothing of interest.

Well, there was always something of interest. A small box caught his eye. He reached up to snatch it, but his balance became unsteady. The hound fell backward into the small space, banging his head on the lower cabinets. “Ow!” He hissed, shaking his head. He got on his hands and knees, standing up. Instead, he went off figuring things out. Aeron played with the stove, igniting and turning off the gas to watch the burner light. Interesting! He’d never seen fire be created this way. He shut it off, being bored. The hound went back over to Jen, shaking him. “I’m bored!” He whined, looking for something to keep him busy — or attention. Both were good in his eyes. “Teach me how to do something. Anything — something fun..” He murmured, looking around the room. There wasn’t much to entertain an energetic hellhound. “Maybe we could go outside! Can we?” Aeron smiled, excited by the thought of leaving the dorm.

Jake had decked himself out in all-black. A simple black T-shirt with a leather biker jacket on top and black slim-fit jeans for the bottom. For shoes, he also wore boots that came up to the middle of his calves. He had done his eyeliner and repainted his nails a fresh coat of black. His outfit was usually something he wore when racing down the highway on a motorcycle….or well, when he used to.

For once in his life Jake has put products in his hair to make it look nice, gelling his hair so the curls stayed in place. He hadn't worn his choker this time, the healed scar lines on his neck now visible. The only thing off about his appearance was the pastel charm necklace hanging from his neck.

Another thing he hadn't worn was his arm warmers, but his jacket covered his arms so that wasn't too much of a problem. Jake didn't have a problem with people seeing them, but he preferred to not have others look at him with either a sad look or a disgusted look.

Jake had his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall with his eyes staring down at his shoes. He very softly kicked at the floor as if playing a game with himself while waiting.
When the door yanked open Jake immediately tensed at the action, but slowly relaxed when he saw Alaska step out. He turned to look at him with curious cat-like eyes, taking in his outfit. A crooked smile slowly made its way onto his face. He gave out a low whistle before Alaska started talking.
Jake watched as Alaska started studdering, a soft laugh leaving his throat as he approached the taller man. He leaned in to press a light simple kiss on Alaska's lips before taking a step back.
"Hello to you too Patches, you look delicious as always," Jake said snickering.

---

Jen has laid there, staring at the ceiling. This was his life now. It was so drastically different than what had come before, but it filled him with satisfaction. Although it felt like he could never rest, here, that was different. Inside these walls, it felt safe, like some sort of shield that hid him from the outside world. It's like he didn't exist, only here, to these people. If he could stay here forever he would. He'd raise his small kid, do his work, cook, and be fine. He'd be just fine. He told himself but there was a wave of sadness that hit him when Aeron got up and headed towards the kitchen. He must have been hungry, maybe Jen should have offered to cook him something…

He relaxed for the first time in a long time- years, but that was something akin to dangerous for him. If he slowed down and wasn't on guard all the time everything would come rushing back and he was afraid he'd lose focus. Like he was right now. All he wanted to do was stare at the ceiling, maybe cry- he hadn't decided on that part yet, or at least not with Aeron around.
The loud bang! that came from the kitchen immediately snapped Jen out of his thoughts, sitting up so quickly he gave himself whiplash.
He sat there reeling from the lightheadedness he had provoked.

Jen watched as Aeron came back into the room, shaking him when he got close enough. I'm bored! The words echoed in his mind, a small smile on his lips now.
Teach him something? Teach him something….
Jen couldn't think of anything, his head seeming to be in a foggy state. It had been a few weeks since he had run out of his meds, the guy he had gotten them from having moved from the city he had originally been in. But he was here now and hadn't gotten a chance to find someone like that yet. Still, the consequences of abruptly stopping them were finally taking their toll.

"You know what? Maybe stepping out for a moment would do us both some good" He said, getting up and stretching as well. Artemy wasn't here right now, opting to spend his time with Jules, so it was just him and Aeron at the moment.
"I'll ask permission to see if I can take you to Yarborough's," Jen said, leaning down slightly and extending his arms for Aeron to come to him so he could carry him. Jen really seemed to like doing that, carrying Aeron around everywhere. It was partially to soothe and give the small hellhound attention, the other part being to give him someone to focus on, keeping him in the here and now, not allowing his mind to drift to the past. In a way, Aeron was helping him to not lose it.

Alaska’s heart dropped once he saw Jake. Not in a disappointing way, but more of a ‘I am in love with this and would fuck it’ type of way. His heart pounded against his chest, and minor palpitations freaked him out. Oh, he was going on a date with this! There was no way he’d be good enough. Taking a few deep breaths, he smiled, getting closer to Jake. “You look stunning. Way better than me! I just threw something on.” Blush grew on his face, making it hot and unbearable. This man was whistling because of him. That couldn’t be right. Alaska didn’t even look cute. He just did his hair, threw on some makeup, and got dressed. “I - um - are you sure you want to go out with me? I don’t think I’m good enough for you.” But he was silenced by the small kiss, leaving the werewolf red and wanting more. “Delicious as always, huh?” He stepped closer to Jake, grabbing his jaw, and kissed him. “Let us go. Or I might just spend all night trying to kiss you.” Alaska grabbed Jake’s hand, dragging him along.

Once Alaska ushered Jake through the glass doors, he slowed down. A nice slow walk would lighten the mood. “This is my first date in a while. I never thought I would go on another. I thought maybe I was cursed to be alone forever — after all, I already have one cure, what’s another?” He laughed nervously, going quiet. Alaska looked at the ground, sadness flooding his chest. If only he could have escaped the wolf, then maybe it wouldn’t be like this. “Well, you know the way to the bar, so why don’t you walk ahead.” I just need to think for a second. It wasn’t his fault, and yet it felt like it. He didn’t want this life, to be a monster. Alaska didn’t want to see demons and monsters, so what had he done to deserve it? He wasn’t a bad person — but it seemed bad things happened to good people. Shaking his head, he looped his arm around Jake’s, hoping to find some comfort. “You know, the night isn’t very safe. So many things could try to kill us. But you’ll protect me, right?” Alaska squeezed Jake’s arm, biting his lower lip. So many things could go wrong in one night,

---

Aeron hadn’t found what he was looking for, distraught building in his throat. Boredom was taking over, soon to kill him. So he did the next best thing. Bother dad. “Dad! Dad! Dad! I’m hungry! And bored.” He watched a smile come to Jen’s lips. He smiled back, trying to climb onto his dad. Yeah, no. He wasn’t going to do that. “Oooo! Outside! I love going outside. So many fun things to do!” Aeron was basically bouncing up and down now. “We can play a game! I like playing games! It could be fun!” The little wolf was overly excited, energy flowing through him despite being so malnourished. “You don’t need to ask permission. You just go. The guards will be fine with it — you’re a guard too.” He huffed, bounding over Jen. “What is a Yarborogh? Is it food related? Bc I am hungry!” Aeron pressed into Jen, clinging onto him like he’d fall off. He squished his cheek into Jen’s shoulder. “I love you! So much better than the others. Kinder than them. I know you won’t disappear.” He murmured, snuggling into Jen’s neck.

"You tryna say I put too much effort into my outfit?" Jake arched an eyebrow, smiling, yet only teasing the guy. I mean, he may have had help from someone else, just slightly, but that was beside the point.

"This may be surprising to you, but I like to look my best when I'm taking someone else out" And it was surprising- and a lie. He only dressed up whenever he wanted to impress someone. Jake wasn't like that at all, trying to look his best all the time. It took too much energy out of him, he'd rather die than try to fit everyone's standards.

Jake hummed, then let out a small muffled noise that sounded like a laugh as he kissed Alaska to shut him up. Once Jake stepped away, looking Alaska over, his eyes grew a little when Alaska took a step closer to him only to steal another kiss from him. There was a shocked sound that came from him as he was grabbed.
He pressed the back of his hand against his lips when Alaska pulled away as if trying to hide the redness now on his face. Even Jake wasn't immune to these kinds of things. He usually topped the people he got into a relationship with, not really expecting the other to make a move, but Alaska seemed a little bit different than those in the past. It was no secret that Jake enjoyed it when others were rough with him, having gotten a taste for it when he had been younger and working his side jobs. He wasn't a masochist per se, but he wasn't vanilla either.

Jake let Alaska lead him away, giving the werewolf a curious look as he did so.
Once outside, Jake shoved his hands into his pockets again when Alaska started talking again. Date. The word made him tense. He had been thinking about it all night. This was a date. He hadn't intended it to be that way- or maybe he had, just, he was afraid Alaska held certain expectations out of it. Maybe he wanted Jake to be a bit more romantic. He had seen it time and time again, which was why he had never gotten into a solid relationship before besides Marcus. The poor guy seemed to be just as clueless as Jake when it came to showing affection and it had just…worked out.
"Well, you may not be cursed to be alone forever but you'll be cursed one way or another." Jake said bluntly. "Either you'll fall in love and watch the person you love die or stay away from that all together and lead a lonely life." He shrugged. "I guess pick your poison." Jake said, his eyes looking straight up ahead, indifferent. He didn't seem to care much about either outcome, although, favoring one over the other.

Alaska telling Jake to go up ahead seemed to have no effect on him as he kept walking beside the guy. Jake was no Jen. Never being the first to rush to someone's side to help or give words of comfort, but with Alaska pulling him close and wrapping his arm around him, Jake leaned into him, walking in almost a drunken state. Jake understood the need to be close to someone. He didn't understand why it had to be him of all people but…some part of him liked that he had been chosen. It was pure and Jake never had anything pure like this before, not since Nexus had basically created him, choosing him above the others.

"Scardy cat." Was all Jake said. It would have been easier and sweeter to just lie and say 'yeah, I'll protect you, you don't have to worry.' but some part of Jake was sick of it. Sick of lying. If it came down to him and Alaska, Jake would choose himself every time. The thought gave him a sick feeling in his stomach, knowing that it was selfish. He just needed to do one more thing. Just one more thing before he could freely throw his life away and give others one less problem to worry about.

---

Jen picked Aeron up when he came over to him. He thought about it and figured maybe Aeron was right, it's not like they were going to stay for hours on end.

"Yarborogh's is an ice cream and grill place," Jen said walking to a closet and opening it, scanning over the stuff he had bought. He took a small box off the shelf and took three packets out from it, stuffing them into his pocket, then setting everything back and closing the door. "We can play all the games," Jen said, letting the small wolf vibrate with excitement.

He walked out of the room into the hallway, locking the door behind him to the small apartment. Jen also snuggled Aeron, squeezing him a little into a hug as he carried him. A small smile appeared on Jen's face at Aeron's words.
"Thank you…I love you too, you're very lovely and sweet- don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise," Jen said softly as he walked through the building to reach the front doors. He hummed a tune, something he had heard a lot since he was a kid.

Alaska stared at Jake, seemingly horrified. Be alone or watch the person die? What was this guy on? “Jake - that's basically being cursed to be alone for the rest of my life. I don’t want that — at least not anymore.” He whimpered, holding onto Jake. The other wasn’t helping, only feeding into his poisonous fears. “I am not a scardy cat. The night just makes me nervous — maybe you’ll find out why.” He scoffed. They approached the bar, and the scent of alcohol already hit him. Alaska gagged a little, the scent overwhelming his senses. “I hate walking up to bars. Always overloads my senses.” He hissed. Yanking open the door, he led Jake inside, looking around. Alaska had never been to a bar before but figured Jake would help him out. He looked to the other, smiling wilding. It would be easy to get him drunk — and he would act way out of line. Maybe Jake would enjoy watching him go berserk. Or maybe would snatch the drink away from him.

---

Aeron clung to Jen like a cat, gripping onto him. He pressed his face into Jen’s neck, whimpering slightly. The hound adjusted, wrapping his legs around Jen’s waist for better support. “I want to play all the games.” He mumbled quietly, his excitement tanking. “Dad.” Aeron clung to Jen tighter. “I had a nightmare when we were napping. It made me really upset.” A small whimper came from his throat. “I dreamt that I lost you. You went missing, and I couldn’t find you anywhere. As if you didn’t want me anymore.” Tears gathered in the pup’s eyes. “And brother didn’t want to help either. He wanted to spend his time far away from me. Neither of you liked me anymore and left me to starve.” Aeron whined, small tears dripping down his face. He laid his head on Jen’s shoulder, breathing heavily. “All I want to be good in someone’s eyes.” His voice was squeaky, barely audible. The tiny pup started to shake, terrified of some reality like his dream.

Aeron looked up at Jen, the whites of his eyes reddened by the tears. “Will my love keep you around? If I love you just enough, will you still be my dad?” He sniffled, staring Jen down, awaiting an answer. His stomach turned, terrified that maybe Jen would turn away from him.